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starsinalocket · 2 years

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pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader

warnings/tags: mentions of non explicit childbirth, anxiety, new mom insecurities, fluff, frankie holding the fort down, fluff

word count: 2,036

{if i miss any warnings, please let me know. i want this to be a safe space}

{my blog is an 18+ only space because of mature content. please do not interact if you’re a minor. some works will be explicit some will not and be straight fluff, but i will reinforce the 18+ only on my entire blog}

a/n: just a late father's day work with new dad!frankie. the thought of frankie ready for fatherhood and doing everything he can to tend and care for his new family is so heartwarming. i know father's day is a tough day for some people, so i hope having positive energy surrounding fatherhood in a fanfic helps even a little bit. (i pretty much wrote this as a slight/mini coping mechanism with my own issues and experience with my own complicated history with father issues, soooooooooo yeah lol)

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All you remembered from the last few days were swirling around in a blurred whirlwind. The emotions of excitement, exhaustion, fear, and physical pain have been encasing you and Frankie like your own personal tornado, and it seemed like things would never settle. Once things did settle down, and you were left with the fruit of your labor laying on your chest, you realized that the sounds of the hospital room and the soft voices of the medical staff were slowly chipping away at you, and you were just aching to be home.

Coming home was a breath of fresh air before you realized that this meant you were on your own now. You and Frankie would have to figure everything parenthood had to offer out on your own. It was a terrifying thought, but you tried your best to push it aside and let your natural maternal instincts that you heard so much about kick in. The only thing that should be in the front of your mind, you thought, was the excitement and joy of finally having your baby girl home.

Frankie had his moment of pure fear come and go from the moment your water broke to the moment you strapped Mariana into her car seat. Seeing you in that much pain and distress scared him, and he did everything in his power to keep himself calm so he was able to help you for everything that came after. He has his past experience with extensive training in how to keep his head calm, cool, and collected in moments of high stress, but this entire birth process had him on a run for his money. The moment he saw you cry tears of relief and joy seeing that little girl on your chest, however, the fear eased away and pure exhilaration took its place.

Frankie knew you were exhausted, and he saw the exhaustion double down when he saw your shoulders slump the second you took in the ambiance of your shared living room. With the car seat in hand, he made his way to the couch and carefully led you to take a seat next to him as he grabbed Mari out of her carseat, careful not to wake her.

You sighed tiredly and rested your head on Frankie’s shoulder as he held her in front of both of you.

“She’s like a rock.” He chuckled softly. “Barely 3 days old, and she’s already taking your sleeping habits.”

“Oh, ha ha. She’s a newborn. She’s supposed to be sleeping a lot.”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s your excuse?” He smiled brightly at you.

“Start sleeping in every once in a while, and you’ll see the beauty of it.” Your eyes started to slip closed.

“Hey.” Frankie’s voice came out in a whisper. “Go shower and take a nap. I’ll be here with her.”

“No, ‘m fine.”

“You’re practically drooling on me.” He moved to cradle the baby in his arm like a football making sure her head was supported in the crook of his arm. “C’mon. Go get some sleep, and I’ll order some dinner.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. You went through so much this week. Least I could do is take over and let you get some sleep.”

“Thank you.” You lifted your head from his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then to his cheek before getting up with a yawn and making your way to your bedroom.

Frankie stood up and started pacing around the living room. The house had been clean before you left for the hospital, so nothing needed any big cleaning up. With that piece of information relieving the budding build of stress, he reverted his attention from the house to the little sleeping body in his arms. Mariana laid in his arms asleep and peaceful as ever, and he wondered if she would always be this calm, if she was going to be the type to mostly sleep and not keep you and him up and avoid following the path many parents face with their newborns. Her face was calm and peaceful, and he looked over seeing what was you and what was him. He smiled at the sight of her nose, almost being grateful that she had taken your nose despite all the scolding you had done at him for talking badly about his nose, insisting that it was one of your many favorite parts about him. He hadn’t seen her eyes yet, but you told him over and over that she took his eyes. It also seemed that she took a mirror image of his pouty bottom lip, even perfectly mimicking the way it looked as he slept himself.

After a while of holding her close to him and silently thanking whatever brilliant force existed up above to allow him to experience this joy and fulfillment, he moved her to the small crib that was set up in the living room by Santiago while you were at the hospital. Once she was settled, he went to put the clean and dry dishes away and made note of what was in the fridge to cook during the week. With little things cleaned up, lists made, and a sleeping baby checked on, Frankie walked to your shared bedroom to double check what you had wanted for dinner. He cracked open the door to see your body on the bed fast asleep and laughed at how you hadn’t gotten the chance to take off your towel to get dressed before falling asleep. You had passed out as soon as you got out of the shower, underestimating the lull the warm water would put you under.

Frankie walked over and left a kiss on your forehead and moved the covers over the bottom half of you and gently took another towel to dab away the extra water on your shoulders and collarbones. You were still in some physical discomfort while your body recovered from expelling a whole human being out of you, but Frankie was grateful to see your face peaceful again as you slept without the nagging sounds of the hospital.

You woke up a few hours later and felt a weight on you, so you raised your body to see a blanket on you that you didn’t remember putting on. After stretching your sore muscles and slipping into some sweatpants and a maternity tank top from Frankie’s mom that was made to make breastfeeding easier, you made your way to the living room.

You walked into the living room and saw Frankie sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and Mari still sleeping in the crib next to him. The sight brought a smile to your face and you walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Frankie wasn’t asleep so his eyes opened at the sound of the dishes clinking in the cupboard, and he made his way over to stand behind you and put his hands on your hips and a soft kiss against your head.

“How was your nap?” He murmured against your head.

“Nice.” You smiled. “Thank you again.”

“Yeah of course, no problem.”

“How was she?”

“Good. Woke up maybe once? Fell right back asleep again.” He chuckled.

And as if she managed to hear the conversation going on about her, her tiny cries started ringing, and your heart dropped a little.

“Well, she didn’t cry when she woke up earlier. She must sense you’re up.” He started to make his way to the crib, and you turned to lean back against the counter and your hands gripped onto the counter.

Frankie stopped walking half way through when he didn’t hear or feel you behind him.

“Honey?”

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as Mari’s crying continued. Frankie quickly walked over to her and picked her up before walking back over to you.

“Baby. Hey. What’s wrong?” He rubbed your arm as he gently rocked Mari in his free arm.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Your voice broke.

You had no idea how to tell him how you were feeling. The sheer anxiety you felt when everything and everybody was ready to go home. You tried really hard to relax and let instincts take over so you wouldn’t feel your fears and insecurities, but you felt them brought back to the surface when you heard your baby crying knowing you wouldn’t have people who knew what to do around you.

“Sorry? Babe, just breathe for me. Just breathe. Slow down.”

“I just- I j- I can’t.” You softly sobbed.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. Everyone’s safe.” He pulled you into a one armed hug, and you wrapped your arms around him as best you could with a wiggling crying baby.

“Don’t like seeing both my girls crying.” He gently pulled away from you and rubbed his thumb under your eyes to wipe the tears.

“God. I’m sorry.” You sniffed and reached to take Mariana from his arms, and he carefully transferred her over.

“What’s going on?” He said as you walked towards the couch.

Mariana continued her crying as you tried to pull yourself together and Frankie made his way to sit next to you.

“I wanna blame it on hormones.” You tearfully chuckled. “But it’s not just that.”

Frankie looked at you as he silently urged you to go on.

“I’m scared. I’m scared to mess up. I’m scared to do wrong by her. I’m scared that I’m not going to know what to do. Her cries could mean so much like right now. How do I know how to help her, and what if I can’t help? What if there’s something wrong, and I don’t know what to do.” You cried as you rambled.

Frankie called your name softly. “No one knows what they’re doing when parenting. I’m pretty sure you could ask any parent, and they’ll tell you they’re just figuring it out as they go along.”

“Supposed to have maternal instincts kick in.”

“You’re going to do the best for her, querida. I know you will. Just think about right now. What do you think she needs.”

You looked down and pondered on his words until you realized it’s been a few hours since you had gotten home. A few hours since she last fed.

“She’s hungry.” You looked down at her face scrunched up as she continued to cry.

Frankie nodded gently. “She’s gonna need to be eating really often like every few hours. So I think you’re right.”

You got yourself situated against the couch cushions and brought Mari close to your chest with Frankie’s help and breathed a sigh of relief when she latched on and her crying subsided.

“There you go.” Frankie smiled down at the sight of his little girl feeding peacefully.

“I was incredibly dramatic wasn’t I?”

“No. No.” Frankie turned and leaned towards you to kiss you briefly and moved to kiss your forehead afterwards. “You’ve been through so much emotional and physical stress. And you’ve been through hell and back to bring this little girl to us, so you have every right to feel what you damn well please.”

You laughed and wiped the remaining tears from your face.

“I’m scared too. Of the exact same things you are.” He softly confessed.

“You seem like you have everything under control.”

“Yeah. I seem like it. But I'm just trying my best to keep a calm environment so I can take care of both of you. That’s my job now. To protect you both.”

You reached your hand up to softly cradle his face. “You’re a good dad.”

He smiled at you in appreciation and shifted his body to settle against the couch and held his arm open to invite you to get closer to him. You happily accepted the invitation and pressed your body as close as you could get as he wrapped his arm around you and traced his hand softly down Mariana’s face.

“You’re an amazing mother. We’re gonna figure this out, I promise. But I know for a fact she’s going to be incredibly loved. I don’t doubt that for a second. Now. What would you like for dinner?"

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where-fantasy-meets-reality · 4 months

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"We're Not Promised Tomorrow." Chapter 20 "...How Do I Say I'm Sorry?"

Pairing: Obi-Wan x Fem. OC

W/C: 5.2 K

Warnings: lots of angst, injuries, fighting, high emotions, blood, panic, stress.

A/N: Happy New Year everyone. I hope the holidays were good to you all and if you do not celebrate then I hope the season was filled with lots of joy, laughter, and good vibes. The angst train continues in the chapter but this is its last stop (for now evil smile) after this chapter, the fit will turn a coroner into one of my favorite parts of this whole fic. If you have made it this far, I appreciate you sticking with it. Thank you all for any support that you give and happy reading.

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Emily had cleaned her whole apartment, sterilized everything, and had thrown away Obi-Wan's torn and bloody tunic.

She placed his boots next to her tea table, folded his pants, belt and gathered his lightsaber, placing them on one of the sitting chairs in her living room

It was late; by her recollection, it had to have been at least a half hour after midnight. She was exhausted and emotionally drained. The dull throb in her head seemed to match the pain in her soul.

The 7 P.M sparring session felt like it was a lifetime ago but it had been only hours since the incident.

She had checked on Obi and he was sleeping soundly. He didn’t have a fever anymore and she had used the Force to again assess his injuries. His nose was almost completely healed and his insides were improving. Thank the Maker for Bacta.

Emily had changed her clothes when she had stopped by her room. She changed into her clean black sparring pants and a white short-sleeved top and laid down on the couch in the darkness of her apartment; the only light that came in came from the floor-to-ceiling windows that brought the chaotic, outside world of Coruscant inside in her sanctuary.

The fight that happened earlier in the evening seemed like forever ago...but the ache in her heart was as strong as it was the minute Sorv had entered the Arena and challenged Obi. Rolling over, she buried her face in the pillow and pulled her blanket up over her head, creating a cocoon of safety. She wanted to kick down the door of her bedroom and run to him. To throw her arms around him and break down all over again. To be completely vulnerable with her person was something she needed right now, even if she was royally pissed at her person.

She was so happy that he was alive and going to be okay. Yet, She also wanted to scream at him and tell him what an inconsiderate jerk he had been. Additionally, he acted like a complete macho, overprotective, stubborn male peacock who needed to strut his stuff to prove a point.

Attempting to sort through her emotions and control them (like a good Jedi) she allowed her mind to wander as she rolled back over and stared at the scenery outside of her wall of glass. The lights twinkled on the buildings and spreaders raced in all directions; it was truly the planet that never slept.

“Maybe he was right. Maybe Jedi aren’t supposed to have personal relationships. It’s not like we have training with how to handle ourselves with our own emotions....let alone other people's emotions.”

She drifted off to sleep as her stomach twisted itself in knots.

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Emily could feel distress around her. It was bearing down on her as if it was trying to suffocate and swallow her. She had become hot and sweating. Restless from tossing and turning, as if she was trying to fight whatever was bearing down on her; It was as if her body was trying to burn itself from the inside out.

The feeling of sweating and burning woke her up, causing her to sit upright and gasping for air, fighting the suffocation. For as hot as she had been in the dream, when she woke up, the apartment air was cool and the mood peaceful. Assessing herself, she wasn’t even warm or that sweaty... nothing like what she felt while asleep. She looked around confused.

Her t-shirt and pants were dry, with no sweat or liquid present.

She extended herself through the Force, still confused. Had it just been a dream or a vision?

No, the source of heat and stress was coming from the apartment; that was shown to her through the Force. She could feel the pull of heat and an oppressive weight centering around her.

She tried to follow its weight to the source, her eyes darting around her quiet apartment. When her eyes landed on her bedroom door, it felt as if her head were on fire.

“OBI-WAN!” She gasped in a panic.

She vaulted off the couch and sprinted the short distance into her room, practically breaking the door open with the speed and weight she hit it with.

She burst into the doorway and found him in a pool of sweat and fidgeting in his sleep.

“No, no, no, no, no, I thought we were past this!” She hissed as she ran to him and ripped the covers off of him.

Turning, she ran out of the room to her refresher and grabbed two big towels and a small one. She turned on the faucets and soaked them in cold water. Emily ran back to her and placed the cold towels along his body.

She laid the compress on his forehead, dabbing at the sweat, and then sprinted to the galley-style kitchen to grab some ice and more towels.

Making two makeshift ice packs, she placed one on top of the forehead compress and the other by his side, the two main sources of heat.

She was already tired and worn out and didn’t know how much use she was going to be so the ice and cold compresses would help her bring down his fever naturally, buying her more time and wiggle room.

Kneeling, she placed her hands on his chest and stomach and started commanding the Force to flow through her.

She visualized everything she loved about him. His smile, those amazing blue eyes that gleamed like the oceans on Naboo, his wit and his corny jokes...how he was always a gentleman; usually so full of care, love and gentleness. The way he silently cared so much about his friends. What a great Jedi he was; centered, balanced, and brave.

Oh, how much she loved him; If love was tangible. She visualized the fever being cooled from his body, visualized her mending his muscles and tissue, healing him.

She had sat there and commanded continuous use of the Force for hours and hours. She would not give up on him despite how she felt about him at the moment. She had loved him her whole life, she would die trying to save him if she had to.

Emily felt like she was losing her grasp on reality. She had never healed someone for this extended amount of time. She was becoming woozy and she felt like her energy was draining itself from her body.

She was unaware of his state as her head slumped forward and she passed out.

The sunlight was coming through the blinds as it peaked into the bedroom apartment.

Emily had passed out on the floor, her head still resting on the side of the bed, hands still on his stomach and chest. The cold, wet towels had pruned her skin and made her shiver.

There was a faint beeping noise that was bothering her, causing her to wake up.

It wasn’t coming from the bedroom, it sounded from somewhere else in the apartment.

She was too tired to move. Maybe if she ignored it would stop? Then she could just go back to sleep.

After two minutes of continuous buzzing and beeping she begrudgingly got up and stumbled into her living room.

The sound was coming from Obi-Wan’s pants.

She sleepily fumbled with them until she found a comlink in his pants pocket.

“Master Kenobi’s Comlink.” She said groggily.

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end sounded.... hostile... accusing and even a bit...stunned... as if they weren’t expecting her to answer; which in fairness to them, they weren't.

Their tone caused her to become more alert.

“Who is this? You called this line?” She didn’t want to give anything away that she didn’t have to.

“This is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, his mission partner... Now I ask again, who are you?”

She relaxed.

“Hi Anakin, sorry for the guessing games, it’s Master Marblu.”

There was a pause; he didn’t answer right away.

“Hi, Emily.” He sounded lighter, more smug sounding. She pictured that stupid, self-satisfied smile she was probably wearing.

“Is Obi-Wan there? He was supposed to meet us at the hangar for a mission this morning, and he’s late….very late. Considering he's never late for anything, I knew something had to be up.”

Someone was giggling in the background…Emily listened harder...yes it was definitely a girl giggling.

“I don’t think he’s gonna make it to the mission today, Anakin. He was in an accident last night in the Arena. We were sparring and he did something stupid and he’s pretty injured. He’s sleeping right now and he couldn’t move if he wanted to.”

“Is he alright?!” Anakin's tone had changed quickly from amusement to worry.

“He is fine now. He was worse last night. Like I said, he’s sleeping and his injuries are healing for the most part. I patched him up last night, I have a med kit in my apartment. Are you able to do the mission without him? I could step in if you need me to.”

She didn’t want them to worry about him if she could get him on the mend and keep him there. She additionally didn’t want to leave him alone in her apartment in that condition, but she didn’t want his team stranded either. Maybe Xira could babysit him while she was gone if she had to?

“No, that's okay Emily, but thank you. You just take care of him for us while we’re gone. We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon and we’ll check in on him. Keep me posted if you need anything, I’m always here.”

“Thanks Anakin. I’ll keep you posted and he’s in good hands, I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

“Well now, don’t take care of him too well if you know what I mean, he’ll become spoiled.”

Now he and the female voice were laughing. What were they insinuating?

“Bye Anakin and Ashoka.” She spoke in a sing-song, teasing tone. She had a hunch of what they were getting at despite them supposedly being in the dark.

“Bye Emily.” He teased her back.

The comlink disconnected.

Well there was no going back to sleep after that, she was awake now for sure.

She noticed that the chronometer in the bedroom read 8:30 A.M. as she took the towels off of him and put them in the hamper in the refresher. His bandages would need to be changed again but she didn’t want to wake him up just for that yet, it could wait a while longer.

She made herself a cup of cinnamon tea but kept the pot boiling; he’d be awake soon and knew how he'd love a cup.

She had a blend that she had gotten from another healer in the Medical Wing that was specifically designed to help speed up the healing process as it was loaded with special vitamins and herbs.

She was sitting on her couch reading the morning news on her datapad when she heard the bed shift and squeak in her room.

“He would try to get up by himself.” She huffed irritatedly, rising to her feet.

“Nope; lay back down.” She commanded as she briskly walked back into her room.

He ignored her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and gingerly forced him back on the pillows.

“There’s nothing you need that I can’t get for you.” She told him, sitting down on the side of the bed as she helped him settle himself.

He made a grumpy "hmph" sound as he fumbled with the covers.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, touching his forehead. His skin felt the coolest it had since the event.

She took his face in her hands and titled it slightly in different directions to examine his nose. “Your nose has healed and isn’t broken anymore, so that’s good.”

He sighed as he surrendered to her fussing.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to get up and stretch... you don’t have to help me. I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“No, you need to stay put.”

He put his head back on the pillow and huffed in annoyance again. If she hadn't been so angry with him from the night before, she would be amused with all the huffing he was doing. Like an annoyed Bantha calf who was being smothered by his mother.

His groggy voice brought her out of her daydream of a little Bantha calf taking a temper tantrum. “What was the horrid beeping noise this morning?”

As soon as he asked the question, a wave of recognition washed over him causing him to jolt forward and grab her hand despite the dull ache of pain in his side.

“THE COMLINK! I’M LATE FOR A MISSION!” He tried to use her as leverage to get out of the bed but she stopped him.

“Easy killer, easy. They already called looking for you and I sent them off without you, you need your rest, plus you couldn’t go in this condition if you wanted to.”

He formed the same irritated expression that was on his face during their fight last night.

“You answered my comlink? What was your excuse for having it? Where was I? What did you tell them? And that wasn't your call to make...”

“Slow down and calm down. First off, I told Anakin that you were hurt because you did something very stupid in the Arena last night, which you did, and that you were too injured to show up today. I told him I had to take you back to my apartment to heal you and I was letting you sleep. And guess what, like the independent, big boy he is, Anakin wished you well and went on his mission with Ahsoka and the troops. I told him enough of the truth and surprisingly well it works well...when people listen.” She smiled a sarcastic smile.

He rolled his eyes and looked away from her. “He has a big mouth, he probably found it amusing that you answered and now he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut about it; fantastic.”

“Mmmmm I disagree. He was amused, that’s for sure but I think you're making a bigger deal out of it than he did. Nothing incriminating happened last night, for once, and we can honestly abide by that story if we have to. Someone’s bound to notice the damage in the Arena and the trail of blood that you dripped from the Arena to my apartment. ” She folded her arms across her chest.

He shook his head and chose to move on and drop it. He was tired, sore, and still angry about the previous evening. Yet, one fight with Emily was enough for a lifetime, never mind two in less than 24 hours. As angry as he was, he didn't want to fight with her again if he could help it.

His hands felt the sheets on the bed that were still cold and wet.

Changing the subject, she scoffed at the annoyance of damp, cold sheets. “Why is the bed all wet and cold?”

“You were running a very high fever at various points in the night. I grabbed a bunch of towels and ice packs and threw them on you... I sat down to heal you and further bring it down too. Last I remember it was about 4 in the morning and I was blacking out from exhaustion.”

There was no emotion in her words. They were blank and matter-of-fact. Like he was just another patient again. She had kept up that demeanor since last night. Obi-Wan knew what she was doing; she was detaching herself from her emotions to not fight with him either.

His eyes snapped to hers, “You had to heal me again?….." His mind started racing as he was now fully processing her words. You were able to hold out for that long after everything that happened last night? For almost two hours?” Unlike her, his expression and voice was full of emotion as he was starting to understand what it means when someone loves you.

“Yup.” Short, sweet, and to the point was still her preferred method of speaking to him.

Before he could say anything else she got up from the bed. “I want you to drink a cup of tea, it's a special health blend from a friend who’s a healer and will help you get better quicker, so no arguments. We can't have you hanging around in this bed forever." She spoke to him from over her shoulder as she left the room.

Leaning back against his pillow, he let out a long deep breath and blinked rapidly; he was misty-eyed. That’s three times now in 24 hours she saved his life or sacrificed herself or her well-being for him.

While he was still being a total jerk....an ass....completely terrible to her. Even though he could tell that she was insanely angry at him, she had done everything to save his life. He knew she still felt this way, if he extended himself, he could feel it in their bond and her in her Force signature.

“Because that’s what you do when you love someone you fool. You stand by them and take care of them through thick and thin....even when they do not deserve it." He stared at the ceiling.

Alright, enough now Kenobi. Be a man, when she comes back you need to use your words. You are always preaching to Anakin about patience, humility, and using your words. It's time to listen to your own teachings matter how difficult it is." ” He spoke to himself, self-loathing brimming. However, this new experience did give him a new perspective on Anakin's Padawan years.

Emily came back shortly after his thoughts had settled with a steaming mug of the ruby-colored tea. “Drink.” She commanded as she handed it to him.

Normally, he liked tea and this one was very pleasing. Fruity, with a hint of spice; very flavorful. He took two large sips and could feel the warmness spreading through his body. It tingled as it flowed through him.

He closed his eyes, relishing in the relief it brought.

“Wow, this stuff really works...I can feel it going through me, and I've only had two sips...”

“Keep going; finish the whole thing.” It was a pointed order from her.

He wanted to talk to her instead of focusing on the tea, that was more important to him. But if he knew her, she wouldn’t let him do anything until the cup was finished.

He took the rest of it in large gulps that burned his throat, but he didn’t care.

He placed the mug on her bedside table. Rising slightly and shifting his position to be more at eye level with her, he took her hands in his.

His touch caught her by surprise; and threatened to make her crack; allowing all the emotions she had been holding back to burst. She was still angry at him, figuring her curtness had communicated that. She had stuffed all of her emotions down and was being a “good Jedi.”

That is until he touched her and he looked at her with those eyes that made her heart stop beating, reminding her of a calm ocean after a rocky storm.

She tried to pull away from him, but he put up a gentle resistance, keeping her in place.

“Please. Don’t run from me.” Obi-Wan whispered to her. His glossy blue eyes looked at her seriously.

She could see the sadness in them and could feel it in his Force signature. His voice was soft and quiet as if he was afraid to use it.

“What is it? I'm sure whatever it is, it can wait, you need your rest.” Her voice was raspy and throaty. She shifted her eyes to his hands, if she looked at his face instead with those beautiful eyes, she was going to become emotional again and she was tired of crying. The rollercoaster of emotions had taken its toll on her.

Yet Obi-wan held fast. He moved so that he held both her hands in one of his, and used his other hand to lift her chin, ever so gently, so that their eyes met. “I owe you the biggest apology. Emily…you saved my life three times yesterday, and if you hadn’t done it the first time, then you wouldn’t have been able to do it the other two times. I was able to have that fight with you because you saved my life, and I chose to take the path of frustration, arrogance, and anger in the moments when I should have been thanking you and telling you how grateful I am to you; because I am grateful. I am so incredibly grateful...Throughout his childhood, I was always there for Anakin, but no one was there for me in that way....he was like Padawan, kid brother and son all mixed into one. I didn't know someone could love me that deeply to you...My Darling; sometimes I can't believe that someone loves me enough, let alone that you are that someone...that you love me enough to fight back for me like that, to push yourself to your brink more than once, for me.”

Her lip started to quiver.

"I love you more than anything...but please, you have to understand why I am so angry with you....even if I shouldn't be. Please tell me you understand how you have not made yourself a target of that sick and vile human....the thought of him makes my skin crawl and my blood boil...I almost can't bear it..."

His eyes bore into hers as he gripped her hands tighter. "why Em? Why did you do that? He's going to harass and toy with you every opportunity he gets... His focus was on me and I was trying to keep it there..."

Emily’s eyes were watering. “......He was hurting you….” The tears started falling rapidly as her breath came out erratic gasps.

That was it. It sounded so basic, so simple; but it was no less true. She would never let anyone hurt him if she could help it. It didn't matter that it was someone who was once a friend and fellow Jedi, but had now become a borderline vindictive and manipulative psychopath.

Obi-Wan softened. He couldn't stand to see her cry, and she had been doing so much of that lately.

Leaning forward, he used his thumb to wipe away every tear that fell from her warm and gentle chocolate eyes.

As she attempted to control her breathing, He gave her that half-smile he was famous for.

“It seems as if someone is as protective of me as I am of them.”

They chuckled together while he now held her face in his hands. His thumbs continued to dry her tears...the lightsaber-worn pads of his thumbs rubbed themselves soothingly into her skin.

“Emily, the thought of leaving you alone in life makes me worried sick. If I had died, my last thoughts would have been about you. How much I love you and how sick with regret and worry I would be that now I can’t be there for you, that you would have been at his mercy in that moment ... I know what I did was wrong, I should have listened to you and denied his challenge.....Yet I don’t regret fighting him, he needs to be stopped and I wanted it to be me who did it. I’m sorry, I’m still angry about what happened. I don’t like what you did. Just as you had to witness your fears last night, one of mine is not being able to protect you; it’s who I am and I won't apologize for it. Now that you stepped in, you technically have to fight him to finish the challenge. He’s not going to forget about that.”

“I’m still upset too. If you hadn’t accepted then none of this would have happened. I told you to just walk away, and everything would have been fine. I understand why you’re upset, that you don’t want me to fight him because he’s unstable, but I couldn’t let him hurt you, I just couldn't, I snapped. I’m sorry, I was scared and angry. Then when you started yelling at me, between what Sorv did, Mual's visions, and what I saw during the fight, I just lashed out at you in anger, I said things I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.”

She removed his hands from her face and held them.

Obi-Wan returned the jester, holding her hands lovingly. “Then let's agree to disagree because we aren’t going to get anywhere; we were both right and we were both wrong it sounds like. We had our reasons for the way we reacted. To be perfectly honest, I can’t fight with you. It hurts me too much and it’s a waste of time because it’s not going to solve or change anything. Not only that, we’re allowing him to come between us, and I won’t allow that, not him. If we’re going to fight then let it be about something better than him. I’m sorry I was horrible and rude. Thank you so much for being there for me. My Dear, I love you. If this situation comes up again, I pray I’m around. I’ll let you do what you feel you have to do when the time comes because I do know you can handle yourself, but I will step in and end it if I have to; I’m done with his games.”

She leaned forward and gently hugged him, mindful of his side. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned back so that they were resting on the pillows.

“Obi-Wan there isn’t anything you can’t protect me from. You’ve never failed me. The reason you failed last night was because you fought fair and he didn’t. You aren't a monster like he is and I don’t know if you ever could be, but that’s why I love you and not him. I don’t want you to be a monster. Yes, I agree. We did what we did, it is what it is and we have our reasons. If he comes back looking for another round, we’ll go from there. But honestly, I don’t know if I even accept his challenge, it’s not worth it. He’s not right in his mind; I’d rather involve the council sooner rather than later.”

She couldn’t see his face, she was still buried in him. He raised his eyes to the heavens and thanked the Force she didn’t feel the need to go after Sorv. He wouldn't stop her from accepting his challenge, because that would be the double standard that they argued about, but he’d absolutely go with her to the challenge. Knowing that she would have to fight that madman made him want to turn into a monster if it meant protecting her.

He placed a loving kiss into her hair. “We’ll go from here if it ever comes up again. We seem to have an understanding. For now, let's move on. My time with you is more precious and important than to waste it arguing about him and his foul games. I love you, I will always protect you, and stand by you. Always.”

She lifted her head and kissed his lips. “Why do you get to have the big mushy lines that quell my anger and suddenly I’m in love with you all over again?” She was smiling.

“Ah, because that’s just it My Love. I’m a stupid fool who is hopelessly and uncontrollably in love with you. And unfortunately for you, My Dear, you happen to love this fool back. I mean...I’m irresistibly handsome and charming so you have no shot of resisting me and I get infinite chances at making you smile again.” He teased her.

He closed the distance and attempted to kiss her but she was laughing. He still kissed her anyway.

Emily giggled, turning into his advances, and easily found his lips.

“I don’t know about infinite chances but you might be onto something with the charming and handsome part. And you're right. I do love you back. Sometimes I’m scared at how much I love you back and maybe it’s okay that you know that.” His beard tickled her as snuggled back into him.

He held her close and rested his forehead against hers. The day had started with them being miles apart from one another even though they were under the same roof. Now, the distance was gone and their hearts were whole.

They lay there for the morning, drifting in and out of sleep, content to be next to one another.

By early afternoon she had changed his bandages. She ran to his apartment and grabbed him a new, clean tunic. They changed and dressed and went to speak to the Jedi Council.

They gave their somewhat altered, slightly rehearsed statement of the story together, to Council. Rehearsed and altered only in the sense that they left out their argument and this morning's words of love; everything else was as exactly as it happened.

After they were dismissed, Jedi Master Sorv Deprov was escorted by two temple guards into the Jedi Council Chamber. Normally Obi-Wan sat on the council but given that he was involved in this matter, he was not allowed to sit as an active council member during Sorv’s questioning.

Master Derprov neither accepted or rebutted the charges against him as Master Windu repeated the accusations and Master Yoda questioned him for his side of the story..

When the council spoke to him, the Jedi master in question simply just stared back at them, blankly; void of all emotion.

Luckily for Emily and Obi-Wan, their story matched up with the cracks in the Arena wall and the pool of blood on the ground, because Sorv, mysteriously, had not a scratch on him.

Given the fact that Sorv made no effort to defend himself or add any input to the story, and given his reputation for struggling with aggression, the Council unanimously ruled in Obi-Wan and Emily’s favor.

Sorv was suspended from the field until further notice, temporarily stripped of his clone regiment until his sentence was served, and was confined to the Temple and its grounds. Additionally, he had to engage in group meditation with Master Yoda three times a week to gain control of his anger and emotions.

“I accept my sentence.” Was the only thing Sorv said during his questioning, the empty stair plastered to his face. His eyes were hollow, void of emotion…Master Yoda thought that even rage would be acceptable…normal for the master even…but emptiness ... the elder Jedi found that even more concerning.

“A closer eye I will keep on him, during the meditations, I will.” Yoda thought to himself as he watched the suspicious Jedi be escorted out of the chamber.

@nanagoswife @transcending-time @sillynilly27 @kirstenvldfan21 @the-clones-and-me @tamnight @lucyysthings @naughtyry @nicole-lightfoot

#obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan #obi #obi-wan #obi wan fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi fanfic #Obi-Wan angst #obi-wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan x oc #Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem OC

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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brain noise “just shhh”

A/n: This has been written with it swaying on personal heavy experiences with this topic, please do feel free to point out any inconsistencies with this, nevertheless I hope you all enjoy and if needed find comfort that you’re not alone <3

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This is a request for @chrisevansobbsessed so thank you for this it was joy to write I hope you like it

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Summary: The reader has been struggling with school and the weight of this causes a severe panic attack, Chris being the amazing soft! Dad he is helps her though the panic attack coupled with an overload due to her autism.

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Paring: Chris Evans x Autistic Daughter! Reader

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When you were having a bad day, Chris being as in sync with your moods and emotions more so he just knew when you either were having a bad day or just having an off moment.

This was more apparent when you were younger and had got the diagnosis of Autism - hence the reasons some characteristics that appear when you had a habit of shutting off because of school made sense since its been a cycle since middle school so from about 10 years old.

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It had been a long Monday morning with a triple lesson that you’d hated with a burning passion as that wasn’t bad enough you’re favourite teacher wasn’t there so biology was a shit show.

Dad came to pick me up; it went down hill drastically from how i shut in biology, he’d been notified of this so he came and got me early since he’d worked with the teachers and the school about a learning plan for me in instances like this.

“Hey bubba, how are you feeling” he said walking up to me in the sensory room inside the SEN (special education needs, it’s a UK thing) office in my school

“I- mhmh” I mumbled out whilst pulling the skin off my nails - which was a normal reply which could show where i was was on my ‘shutdown scale’ as we had named it in a meeting.

“Oh sweetheart, its okay it’s just brain noise shhhh, we’re going to go home and calm down in your tepee with dodger, if you want i can get Scott to come over and cuddle too” he replied giving me a grounding tight hug.

I just nodded because i had no energy to reply properly.

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As I pulled into the driveway, i noticed y/n started to hyperventilate out of panic as she must of got in her head because of the day she’d had.

So I took her hand after helping her out of the car with a lot of convincing and reassuring we were in the house in the living room snuggling in her tepee with dodger in tow (as always) that I’d bought after she a particularly rough week of panic attacks and shut downs; whilst Scott was making her some safe food that she’d eat so I can give her some of her anxiety meds that would help ground her further which will hopefully let her sleep a little since my sweet girl looked exhausted.

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Time skip

After meds, safe food and uncle Scott, dad and dodger cuddles I felt better and fell asleep after a long conversation about why school was bad and why I felt so anxious with the massive weight on my shoulders because of the work and it just being too overwhelming. Dad said he’d set up meeting to review my plan and to possibly put more things in place to prevent this from happening again.

“Thank you so much dad for dealing with me and putting up with me with everything I throw you’re way; I love you so much.” I said giving him a super tight hug

“You don’t have to thank me bubba it’s my job as you’re dad to deal with all of this and it’s not ‘putting up’ with you it’s looking out for you’re best interests and making sure you’re okay, happy and healthy. I love you too nugget” he replied whilst planting a kiss on my forehead.

After the heart to heart we had a movie night with all of my favourite Disney movies including Cars 2 and Little Mermaid. It was an extremely exhausting day but I couldn’t change how my dad always shows me love no matter what happens, he’ll always have my back and love me to the end of the earth.

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I don’t know how I like this, did make me tear up a bit because of the Soft! Dad Chris but here it is, I hope you all like it of course reblogs are welcome ❤️❤️

#chris evans #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chrisevansdaughter #fluff #anxiety #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x autistic!daughter #Chris evans x autistic reader #rpf #uncle Scott #scott evans #chris evans x teen!reader #dodger evans

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dizzyaddy · 3 months

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drowning - naruto x oc pt. 1

(i do not own any naruto characters, only the original character)

life was a blur before i met him.

the rising sun adorning the pastel sky greeted me with a new day. i exhaled a shaky breath as i treaded down the dirt path, the morning dew still evident on the nearby patches of grass. i had been up all night training and it was only now taking a toll on me. my eyelids felt heavy as did my feet below me, which were slowly but surely starting to drag behind me.

as much as i loved konohagakure, sometimes it simply feels suffocating. the infamous nine tails attack had devastated the village, leaving many people with little to no family. thanks to my older sister, we both somehow managed to survive. that being said, the rest of our clan along with our parents had perished along with half of the village.

i was simply too young to remember such an event, though to this day it still took a toll on my elder sister. she was once a proud shinobi, willing to put her life on the line for anybody and everybody. sometimes she will tell me old stories of her battles and how strong she used to be. nowadays, she can’t do much physically but still tries her best to keep the lighthearted spirit hanging in the air.

it makes me feel guilty, really, for being so able bodied and still feeling so useless. even in her state, she managed to raise me and continuously care and watch over me. her strength truly is something i admire most about her, her unwillingness to give up in defeat. now every time i feel like throwing in the towel, i’m reminded of all that she was and all that she continues to be.

hence, why i’m walking through the village at dawn to locate her pain medicine. my muscles trembled and ached, the exhaustion finally weaving its way through my body as i continued to push myself through the square. i had been back from my B ranked mission for a few days, and i was instructed to take this time to recuperate and replenish myself. as much as i would like to listen, my stubbornness deemed it impossible as i found any opportunity to make myself stronger.

coming up on the shop, i exhaled a breath of relief as i saw they had just opened. my rhythmic steps had picked up their pace as i was overcome with joy that i would be able to do something for my sister. my hand was about to touch the door handle before-

“hey!” a perky voice greeted me, taking my attention away from the door to this mysterious person. my eyes locked with his sky blue eyes as i felt myself stop breathing. i had lived in kohonagakure all my life, but never have i ever seen eyes that bright. eyes that held so much emotion, so much passion, so much optimism.

“sorry, can i help you?” i asked, trying to find the courage in my words. it wasn’t often that i spoke to people other than my sister. even if i did, it was always me doing someone a favor or-

“yeah about that, i noticed you were about to walk in here. you see, i just got back from training with my sensei for an overly long amount of time and i was instructed to pick up some medicine for him. you see, i kinda really hurt him awhile back and now he-“ he rambled as he sheepishly pushed through the words, his arm retracted behind his head as he rubbed it awkwardly.

“you need to go in front of me? i won’t mind,” i cut him off, his ramblings instantly quieting as he nodded eagerly. my, how can someone have this much energy in the morning?

“yes actually that would help out a lot, im sorry i know we both have places to be but-“ he started again before i politely held my hand in front of me and shook my head, signaling that it truly was okay.

“no no, it’s okay. i hope you find what you’re looking for,” i meekly said, my hand finally wrapping around the handle and opening it for him to walk through. he continued to stand there, dumbfounded at my actions while he stared at me with curiosity. i could feel my knees buckle with anxiety, hoping he would walk through quickly so i can get home.

“geez, you’re really nice you know that?” he said with a smile before walking through the open door. i felt a small smile creep up on my face before i followed him into the shop. he waltzed toward the counter as i kept my distance behind him, not wanting to impose on his privacy. the man working the counter quickly took his order before returning to the back to rummage for whatever it is he needed.

“so what’re you doing here this early?” he asked, catching me off guard. my eyes left my feet and collided with his, which were once again already looking at me. and i going to feel this winded every time?

“i just got finished training, i have to pick up some medicine for my sister,” i sheepishly said, my fingers intertwining with another as i stood there under his gaze. he was tall and built, his shaggy blonde hair firmly sweeping over his headband in all the right ways. his bright blue eyes still holding as much warmth as they did before as i noticed he had cat like whiskers on both sides of his cheeks. before he could add on to my statement, i asked,” what about you? as you said, it is quite early.”

he looked at me for another moment before a grin swept across his features, momentarily entrancing me.

“i just got back from training with my sensei, i’ve been gone for three whole years and now i’m finally back home!” he brought his fist up and pumped it in the air as he spoke. his enthusiasm brought a smile to my face as i stood there listening to his every word.

“i’m sorry, i forgot you already said that,” i spoke with a slight chuckle. “three years of training? geez, i’m sincerely happy you’re back home. i hope you can make the most of it,” i said with a smile, his confidence keenly rubbing off on me.

“order up!” the man behind the counter announced as he set the bag of medicine on the counter. the boy in front of me quickly turned around and exchanged some coins for the bag before he picked it up and turned around to face me.

“gee, thanks! i’ve really gotta get going or else i’m gonna be in trouble, but thanks for talking to me!” he waved a grandiose goodbye before rushing out of the store, quickly leaving me behind. moments after her left, my heart was still racing as i was left there staring after him. i probably would have stood there longer if it weren’t for the polite man behind the counter looking at me expectantly.

“the usual?” he asked before i nodded, not wanting to keep my sister waiting any longer. he nodded in acknowledgment before he swiftly reached down and pulled out the bag of medicine i’ve become too keen on seeing.

“you know, you’ve been coming in here more often lately. i could always up the dosage so she doesn’t go through so much,” he offered. i dug out the coins in my pouch before softly putting them in his rough hand.

“thank you for the offer, i would have to talk to her first but i will definitely keep that in mind. thank you, again, i hope you have a great day!” i said before making my way toward the exit. he looked at me with pity before putting on a smile and waving me off.

my smile immediately dropped when i exited the shop. i knew what he was saying was true, but it doesn’t mean i have to heed it in this moment. the birds vibrant songs had become more prominent than when i had entered the store. the sky’s candy colors faded into a mesmerizing blue as i stared up at it for a few moments before counting my journey home.

#naruto #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto au #shinobi #leaf village #naruto shippuden #slow burn #romance #angst with a happy ending #alternative #nature #teenagers #teen romance #love story #indie #narutolovestory

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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A Spoonful of Sugar pt 2

Summary: After another tedious battle, Stephen decides to switch things up a bit, and visits you at your hub--the bakery.

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Baker!Reader

Series Warning(s): eventually friends to lovers, lots of mentions of eating pastries/dessert, fluff, idiots in love, possibly a smidge of angst, mentions of typical canon-like violence, lemme know if I’ve forgotten anything

After another tedious battle, Stephen found himself exhausted both physically and mentally. But instead of heading back to the Sanctum--as he usually would--he found himself walking towards the familiar and comforting scent of your bakery.

As he stepped inside, the little bell above the door rang and he immediate set his eyes on you. There you were, standing behind the counter, kneading fresh dough in preparation of your next baking adventure.

Hearing the noise, you switched your gaze to the shop door, a warm smile appearing when you notice him standing there. “Stephen! What brings you here?” you asked, setting aside the dough.

“Just needed a break from the chaos of the city,” Stephen admitted, taking a seat in front of you at the counter.

You nodded sympathetically, understanding the toll that being a hero could take on a person. “Well, you know that you're always welcome here,” you said kindly, before disappearing into the back.

A few moments later, you emerged with a tray of freshly baked goods, placing them in front of him. “On the house,” you grinned, watching as Stephen's eyes lit up at the sight of his favourite treats.

“Thank you, Y/n, for everything” he said sincerely, taking a bite of a flaky croissant.

You smiled back at him, a faint blush rising in your cheeks. “It's no problem, Stephen. You know you can always come here whenever you need a break.”

The two of you fell into comfortable conversation, chatting about everything from the latest bakery trends to Stephen's latest mystical endeavours. As you talked, Stephen couldn't help but feel at ease in your presence. There was something about you that just made him feel...normal.

As he finished his tea and croissants, he realised that he didn't want to leave just yet. He wanted to stay in your warm, comforting presence for just a little while longer.

“Do you mind if I stick around for a bit?” he asked tentatively.

“Not at all,” you replied with a smile. “Stay as long as you like.”

And so, Stephen spent the rest of the afternoon in your bakery, sipping tea and chatting with you about anything and everything. It was a simple joy, but one that he knew he would cherish forever.

Eventually, though, the bakery closes and you start to clean up. Stephen offers to help you, but you stubbornly insist that he relax and enjoy the rest of the night. You prepare him a cup of tea and Stephen sits back in one of the chairs, watching you move around the kitchen.

“Y/n, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you,” Stephen says, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

You pause in your cleaning and look at him with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“After every battle, you always bring me pastries to help me feel better,” he explains. “It might seem like a small thing in the scheme of the universe, but it means a lot to me.”

You smile softly. “Of course, Stephen. I know how hard your job is and I just want to help in any way I can.”

Stephen stands up and walks over to you. “You do more than you know,” he says, taking her hand in his. “You're always so kind and supportive, even when the rest of the world seems to be against me. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

You feels her heart swell with emotion and you can't help but lean into him. Stephen wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and you feel safe and secure in his embrace.

As they pull away from each other, Stephen realises that the air between them has shifted. There's an unspoken tension now, and he can feel his cheeks heating up with the realisation that he's attracted to her.

“I...I should get going,” he says, breaking the silence. “It's getting late.”

You nods, still feeling the weight of the moment. “Of course. Thank you for coming by, Stephen.”

As he made his way to the door, you added, "But you know, if you ever need a break from the chaos again, this place is always open to you--no matter the time.”

Stephen turned to look at you, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, before stepping out into the bustling city once again.

As he walked back towards the sanctum, he couldn't help but think about the warm and welcoming atmosphere of your bakery. And more than anything, he was grateful to have you in his life, a constant source of comfort and solace in the midst of chaos.

A/N updates for this mini series will probably be sporadic sometimes; work and uni is crazy man

Tags! Everything: @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee Stephen: @ironstrange1991 ASFS: @polytheatrix @girlymusiclover09

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ask-healthy-light · 2 years

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Selene gently took Light's hoof and reassured them, saying that she sees how much they care for others. In a very short time, Light has made many connections, and the fact that there are so many Ponies and other beings present, simply because Light asked them to accompany them, speaks volumes.

Light thanked Selene, her kind words warming their heart, as they realised that they had indeed made many friends in a very short time. Looking back at the group, who were talking, enjoying refreshments, and laughing with each other as they all waited for Celestia to arrive, Light could not help but smile, as a few tears formed in their eyes.

After Light wiped away their tears of joy, they thanked Selene and got up from their seat to head towards the main hall. As Light headed out of the café, Banana, Harvest and Nox, who sat closest to the door, asked what they were going to do. Light replied they were wondering if Celestia was close to leaving, and they were heading out to check up on her.

Hearing this, Taciturn, Luna and Eclipse stood up and trotted over to join Light as they were heading to Celestia, as Taci had brought another bouquet of flowers to give to Celestia, and Eclipse and Luna were overjoyed to see Celestia again. Light told the rest of the group that they would be back in a moment, and that afterwards, they would head back to the Palace together.

Light headed to Celestia's room with Eclipse, Luna and Taciturn following closely behind them. When they arrived, Light knocked gently on the door, hearing the Princess cheerfully call out for them to enter. Ecstatic to see her sister, sitting fully healed on her bed, Luna gently moved past Light and trotted over to her sister to give her a tearful, loving hug.

As Celestia was embracing her sister, Eclipse, Taci and Light entered shortly after Luna, and greeted the Solar Princess with a smile. Taci placed the bouquet of flowers in a vase, adding onto the beautiful coloured flowers they had brought the day before, as Eclipse took a seat next to Celestia's bed, and Light walked up to the Princess on the other side.

Luna was still hugging Celestia, overwhelmed with emotions, as tears of joy started to run down her face, when Light asked Celestia how she was feeling. She replied that she was doing very well, and that the Doctor had just left after performing the last few tests. The Doctor confirmed Celestia was completely healed, and would return in just a moment to lead her outside.

Hearing the news, Luna released Celestia, her eyes welled up with happy tears. Taciturn grabbed a few tissues and gave them to the Princess, who thanked her, and used them to dry her tears. Shortly after, the Doctor entered again and was pleasantly surprised to see Celestia's visitors, and gave them a great smile.

Light, Luna and Taci stepped aside for the Doctor as they walked over to Celestia, writing on a notepad. They confirmed that Celestia was fully healed, and with the final tests completed, they had come to lead the Princess outside. Celestia gently got up from her bed, for while she was fully healed, she did not have a lot of energy, though her joy made her forget her exhaustion.

With Eclipse and Luna walking by her side, Celestia was led downstairs by the Doctor, followed closely by Light and Taci, as they heard chatter in the lounge getting louder, before it quieted down again. Taciturn and Light barely managed to hold in their excitement as they approached the hall. Celestia turned back to the Ponies and Kirin accompanying her, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, every single one of you, for everything you've done. I can not thank you enough for all your love and support. I guess there are many others waiting in the hall, so let's not make them wait any longer."

(Thanks for reading! Please feel free to send a question or a thought you had! And if you enjoyed, please reblog! Thanks in advance!)

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Featuring: Banana Pie from @askbananapie Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse Harvest Duran from @duran301 Taciturn from @venomsbite Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing

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magnys-voss · 2 years

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Heathen - David Bowie

released June 10/11 2002

In 5 days I will be seeing Brett Morgan’s Moonage Daydream and I am so excited!!! In honor of this event I’ve decided to challenge myself to go out of my usual depth and try to recreate Bowie album covers. I’m going to post one per day until the 15th. I’ll go over each album and express my thoughts on them because each one I’ve chosen to portray is special to me because each one I’ve chosen to recreate is special to me and I feel it’s only respectful to the work I’m portraying. I am genuinely in love with each of these albums and this is the best way I know how to express that in celebration of this exciting time to be a Bowie fan!

The opening track “Sunday” is a song that resonates with recent events in the world and my own personal life. The anxious realization that life has changed and it’s terrifying but there’s hope for a brighter tomorrow. I absolutely love it.

“Slip Away” is a song about missing someone, there’s a restless nostalgia to it I’ve come to understand more with age. “Slow Burn” makes more sense to me now too. The constant subconscious uneasiness of knowing that one is helpless in the constant terrifying changes and atrocities in the world…. But you have to keep going and finding joy in the small things in life. It’s not great and it’s exhausting but the cycle continues on and on and on.

“Afraid” is a great song about wanting to overcoming fear and anxiety. Something I’ve constantly looked to Bowie for guidance on. He’s an artist that has always been open about his struggles with anxiety and I appreciate that a lot. David said that early on in his career he created his personas in order to help him feel more comfortable on stage. Something I definitely relate to with my drag. I think there’s really no getting rid of it completely, fear is a natural emotion that has to be acknowledged and honored, but it doesn’t have to rule you. That’s what I take away from this song and a lot of Bowie’s work.

“Cactus”, “I’ve Been Waiting For You”, and “I Took A Trip on a Gemini Spaceship” are all fantastic covers. “5:15 the Angels Have Gone” and “Everyone Says ‘Hi’” are solemnly relaxing songs about moving on from stagnant relationships or places. I enjoy the mixed emotions they both possess concerning those difficult transitions in life. Then “A Better Future” is a marvelously defiant declaration to whatever controls the universe to give us a better future….. which definitely still resonates 20 years later. Things have gotten better in certain ways with gay marriage being legalized and people becoming more empowered in their identities and rights…. But there’s still so much wrong. One can only continue to hope or succumb to desperation. I thoroughly enjoy the closing title track too, “Heathen (The Rays)”. It’s reminiscent of Bowie’s work with Brian Eno, the dreamy build up is exquisite.

I left my favorite for last, “I Would Be Your Slave” is a song I’ve loved since I first heard it…. I loved the excruciated feelings expressed over unrequited love. Of course when I was a teen it encompassed my love life (or lack there of) but as I began to have my crisis of faith later in my teens the song suddenly made more sense…. And it terrified me. I refused to listen to it for years until well…. Recently. This song has been one of my anthems while processing my religious trauma I’ve been working through this year. It’s cathartic and definitely in my top 10 Bowie songs.

If you read this whole thing thank you and I hope it inspires anyone to go take a listen to a phenomenal piece of art. Thank you David Bowie for Heathen.

#davidbowie #heathen #heathen2002 #heathenalbum #album art #recreation #photoshop #drag #drag king #drag artist

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Hello! I love your writing so much and I would love to request a ship with one of the succession guys!

I’m 27, I’m a special education teacher, and I’m working on finishing up my masters degree! I love my students and I love coming up with fun, goofy ways to get them excited about learning.

I have ADHD and I need a lot of structure in order to function, so I went right from college to the Peace Corps to grad school. I’m a little worried that after I graduate I’ll be kind of lost. I’m also a little bit of an adrenaline junkie and I’m very into adventure sports, roller coasters, and any kind of excitement! I’m told that I’m really good in a crisis and average (to below average) in day-to-day situations.

I have a bit of an avoidant attachment style. It can be hard for me to get serious with someone without feeling trapped. I had hardcore oldest-daughter syndrome growing up and I’ve done my best to get away from that as an adult, but sometimes that leads me to push people away.

I personally think I’m funny and charming but I know that sometimes I speak without thinking. I genuinely enjoy being social and spending time with people for short bursts but then I need to crash for two days to recover. I also love reading, watching science fiction movies, and all kinds of puzzles (jigsaw puzzles, crosswords, trivia, sudokus, etc.)!

You are so cool for making these! Thank you again for all the great stories! :)

Hi my love! I ship you with: Connor Roy!!!

He loves your love for your students, for your job. Seeing them makes you so happy and that brings more joy to him than anything else. He loves helping you with lesson plans, with arts and crafts and projects. He loves hearing about your day. Even after an especially long day you can always find something to have joy in. He's cheering you on from the sidelines and he wants you to know that. He takes a lot of pride in you, in your work. You knew what you wanted and you got it. That's mind blowing to him. He also loves how you are in a crisis. The Roy family is constantly going through crisis and every single one of his family members are reactive. You take a step back, look at the big picture, get a sense of the situation. It's comforting to him to know that you're going to have a level head in the middle of a mess.

You love how kind he is. It might not always come out right, but he really does care and feel for everyone around him. That leaves him with his heart on his sleeve and it gets damaged quite a bit. You're there to protect it, protect him, from the worst that people do to him, especially his younger siblings. Connor is constantly thinking of others, especially you. How he can make you feel more loved, more listened to, more appreciated. You do the same for him knowing there aren't a lot of people in his life who would do the same for him.

Your relationship is work. Connor is more than willing to throw himself into a relationship. You're not. He's very aware of this and does his best not to scare you away, not to make you feel suffocated or stifled, while also showing you how much he really likes you. It's a fine line the both of you have to walk. You try to open up more, let yourself be loved without wanting to flee. He tries not to be so much, so overwhelming with his emotional wants and needs. Connor, growing up the way he did, is very needy for love and affection and validation. It's not easy to find that balance, but when you do, you're perfect together.

Your first date is for dinner. It's kind of a fancy place he picks out, but he just wants to make the best possible impression. The conversation flows effortlessly between you and though you would have though, with anyone else, you'd feel exhausted after, you're social battery is still pretty full. Connor doesn't drain you like others would. You talk about your families, bonding over being the oldest and a kind of parental figure. You laugh over how ridiculous your siblings are. It takes a week for Connor to call you after, but only because he doesn't want to scare you away. Really, he'd spend every day with you if he could.

Relationship Headcanon: You and Connor spend a lot of time doing puzzles. He's not too great with them, so he's often interrupting you to get help with his. You don't mind though. It's worth the look on his face when he's figured it out. It's quiet time you get to spend together doing something you love. There's no expectation to talk or to be anything, just get to relax and solve your puzzles.

Thank you my love!!! Hope you like it! 💜💜💜

#connor roy #kaitbishop-ships

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catboys-need-milk · 2 years

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♡ nsfw content ahead ♡

You had noticed the fact that your cat boy had been acting differently as of late. Taking ice cold baths instead of the usually steaming hot showers that let his skin a little red. How he feverishly rubbed his neck against your arm at every chance he got. His cheeks flushed a little bit more than usual.

You only truly started to worry when you noticed the fact that certain hoodies and sweaters started to go missing. At first you didn't mind, finding it cute how needy he was.

That was until you found him curled up on your bed, stripped down surrounded by various items of your clothing, whimpering needily into your sheets as he uncomfortably shifted around.

"Kitten?" You asked quietly, his ears perking up, tail wagging.

As you walked over you found him with a flushed face, eyes tear stained mouth drooling. He was practically shaking as he finally saw you for the first time today. Everything suddenly fell into place: the cuddling, the sudden excess neediness, and clothes hoarding.

He was in heat.

You instantly drop onto the bed letting him crawl into your lap purring lovingly against your stomach, resting his chin on your breasts.

"Dear, why didn't you tell me?" You inquired with a frown, showering the kitten in love. He was preening as you played with his hair and massaged his neck.

"Mmm..." He whimpered out trying to find the words. "Didn't wanna bother you...." He whined into your skin as he pawed at your stomach, nuzzling into your skin. Happily taking in your scent.

"Does my kitty wanna nurse?"

He nodded vigorously, happily watching as you lifted off of your shirt. He looked down at your soft skin practically drooling as you teasingly pressed your breasts together for him. He took a second trying to process his emotions as you unclipped your bra. He whimpered, waiting for permission from the other.

You felt your skin flush, just watching the desperate kitten in your lap made your heart quiver. His flushed skin sensitive to the touch, blushed cheeks, and drooling mouth. All for you.

You nodded for him to which he happily leaned down taking one of your breasts into his mouth, the cool taste of milk instantly calming him. You shuddered lightly, he was normally more calm and calculated making sure to leave you markless but here- that was a different story.

He was desperate for comfort, biting down a bit as he purred at the taste, wanting more. He looked up to, eyes half lidded and drunk on lust. You looked down, flushed, whining lightly. The roughness made you gasp with joy, not enough to cause discomfort but just enough to make you that pleasure.

He slowed down curling himself onto you as best he could, practically falling asleep. You giggled watching how beautifully the way the sun hit his skin allowed him to practically glow.

You continued to run your hands through the kitten’s hair before finally realizing he’d fallen asleep mid meal. You gently move the other off your chest and wipe his mouth pressing a kiss to his head before putting your shirt back on. You let the other rest, knowing that the next wave of heat would be much more intense and lewd.

lil something for you~ ♡

-🥛

AaaaaaHHhhhh this is so sweet!!!

My gracious anon this is a lot, thank you for sending this!!!!! ♡

And omg poor kittyboy?? All needy and in heat~

Im sure when he wakes up he'll be needing even more of your attention than before, it'll be exhausting.

You know he's awake from the sudden resuming of his suckling, only this time he's also slowly rutting his hips against you. Erect cock pressing against you and twitching, even now with just this minor amount of friction.

"...f-ffuck....I..I need to......f-fuck....." he whimpers, as he continues to pathetically hump your thigh ♡

hehehe thank you again milkcup anon!!! And I hope your day/evening is going well!! ^_^

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#im so excited because today i started re-playing whats probably my favorite video game of all time #its Deus Ex: Human Revolution (the directors cut version)#ive played it countless times but its been awhile #i literally cannot describe just how much i love this game #and the Deus Ex series as a whole really #oh god what if now that ive mentioned it in the tags DX fans will see this post and become confused #oh god this is would be a particularly hard post to explain to someone #uhhhh well anyway i ate a whole bag of Doritos and i have a Diet Mtn Dew in the fridge #i should have saved the chips for later that was so dumb of me #catboy #pet/play #kitten/play #catboys #neko boy #breastfeeding #mommy milkers

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you-are-my-joy · 3 years

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The Return of an Empress | 08

Title: The Return of an Empress

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut (Later on), Slow burn

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

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“Here you go, your majesty,” Joy offers you a glass of water before preparing your bed for you to sleep in.

Your eyes soften at the girl, “Thank you Joy,” you gratefully take the water and nearly drink it in one gulp. Absolutely exhausted after everything that has happened.

“Long day?” Joy teases as she takes the now empty glass from your hand.

You let out a long sigh, stretching your arms above your head, “don’t even get me started.” Joy purses her lips, giving you a sad expression as she can see how tired you were, both mentally and physically. She wishes she could help further, but the most she could do is attend to your needs, but honestly, that’s all you really need at the moment.

To say it was a long day would be an absolute understatement as you recall the events that occurred. From the morning of the beheadings, to dealing with reporters, and finally to consoling a crying Yoongi, yup, it was most definitely a very long day.

You close your eyes as you think about your time with Yoongi just a few hours ago.

Yoongi sniffs before pulling away, his red puffy eyes looking at your now damp shoulder, suddenly feeling embarrassed for breaking down right in front of you. But that doesn’t stop him from grabbing hold of your hands, “I’m so sorry for everything, for not being there for you when you need me the most,” his tearful gaze staring straight at you, glossy eyes on the verge of producing more tears.

He continues as he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for giving up on you,” his voice cracks as a fresh batch of tears begin to form in his eyes.

You give him a soft smile as you reach a hand to wipe away at his tears, “I forgive you,” you whisper softly.

Yoongi closes his eyes, savoring this moment as you caress his cheek gently. “You shouldn’t,” he whispers as he tearfully looks at you with a downcasted look.

However, you two didn’t stay in that position for long as your presence was urgently needed elsewhere when Joy called for you. You remember looking back regretfully towards Yoongi, but he only nods, understanding that you’d be busy with the whole scandal. He ushered you out of the room, gingerly placing his palm to your back. Promising to speak to you privately when the whole ordeal dies down.

And so despite having such a long day, you can’t help but feel like things worked out in the end. You no longer have to deal with Lee Joong-Gu nor do you have to worry about Yoongi. You had always planned to reconcile with Yoongi at some point in the future, but you never imagined it would transpire like that, with the usual cold advisor breaking down his walls and sobbing in your arms. But you can't help but feel like a weight is off your shoulder.

The only thing on your mind now is what’s going to happen when you’re attending the meeting tomorrow. Because for the first time since you’ve arrived in this world, all eight of you would be present in the same room. You’re not sure how that would turn out considering how tense it was when only five men were in the same room. You can only imagine what would occur with all seven, but you try to remain positive, only hoping that the meeting would run as smoothly as possible.

This was probably one of the most awkward things you’ve ever had to sit through.

Here you are, all eight of you sitting around in a circular table in complete silence as you eye the men wearily. Initially it was only just going to be you, Hoseok, and the three advisors, but the three youngest insisted that they attend this meeting as well. And yet, no one has the courage to speak up in front of each other. The only sounds coming from Taehyung’s fingers tapping against the hardwood in a steady beat. Meanwhile the rest of the men fidget in their seats impatiently, avoiding eye contact with one another.

You let out a sigh, unable to handle this any further. Here goes nothing. You clear your throat, immediately gaining everyone’s attention, “Thank you for being here everyone, we have a lot to talk about.”

Hoseok nods his head, crossing his arms, “indeed we do.”

You turn your attention to Namjoon sitting in front of you, “I’m sure you have a list of things to discuss about,” you wave your hand, “take it away,” you lean back in your chair crossing your legs, ready for whatever's about to come.

Namjoon looks down at the countless documents in front of him as he skims through its contents, “we need to first discuss what we plan to do with former Grand Duke Lee Joong-Gu.” Offering you a tentative glance before looking through the documents once more.

You hum, leaning against the arms of your chair, “Who will be inheriting the late grand duke's wealth?” you ask curiously.

“His eldest daughter, Lee Yuri, is the heir,” Namjoon answers without raising his head to look at you.

Suddenly, Jin speaks up, “We should thoroughly investigate her and the rest of the family,” he glares down at the documents as if they were cursed, “his butler turned himself in for knowing about the drugs, who’s to say more people don't know about it either. We should take them away and put them in the dungeons before that happens.” You hear many of the men murmur their agreement to his statement.

You, however, try to avoid eye contact, pretending to busy yourself with looking over the documents, trying not to act suspicious because you know she’s innocent. Despite being a god awful human being, the grand duke truly did love his family and made sure that they never knew about the drugs in hopes of protecting them. If he ever got caught, he didn’t want to bring them down with him. His only decision in life that you agreed on.

You nod, “we will go through with investigating his family.” You didn’t want to, knowing they were innocent, but how could you explain yourself without them thinking you’ve gone crazy.

You raise your head to look around the room, “however, the investigation will commence a week after today.”

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, “I’m sorry but I have to disagree,” he butts in, “we need to take them into custody just to play safe. What if they hide every evidence of their involvement during that time frame?”

There are none. Is what you want to say. But you know without any proof to back up your claim, they would never believe you.

“They just witnessed the beheading of their father, that’s not something that’s easy to get over. We should give them time to grieve,” you suggest. You watch the rest of the men eye each other wearily, clearly opposed to your idea.

“Their father is a criminal,” Yoongi grinds out with clenched teeth.

“Does that automatically mean they’re criminals as well?” you question with a raised brow.

He crosses his arms as he leans back against his chair, lips pursed with displeasure, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Just because he was their father doesn’t mean they share the same morals,” you defend.

Jin only sighs, “I understand where you’re coming from, but chances are, they probably knew about it too. We shouldn’t risk anything and take them in,” his tone cold and disapproving.

“Let’s put it this way,” you start, “they’re automatically being labelled as criminals just because they’re his family without any solid evidence,” you furrow your eyes, waving your hand around, “does that sound fair to you?”

The men remain silent, urging you to continue, “You have to also think about what they’re going through. Because not only has their father betrayed the empire, he betrayed them, surely that’s not a good feeling to have. Their family reputation is in shambles because of him all because he chose his greed over his own family,” your voice rising with each passing second.

Hoseok cocks a brow, both surprised and confused over your sudden behavior, “why are you so persistent with this?”

“Because I don’t want to be responsible for-“ their death.

You stop yourself. You got too emotional and nearly almost blurted out something you shouldn’t.

In the sequel to the story, where the Grand Duke finally gets exposed, it’s revealed that not only does he have to pay the price for his crimes, but his family does too. The boys were far too emotional to make any rational decisions due to the scandal. In their fit of anger and need for revenge, they investigated and apprehended every family member of the criminals associated with the drugs, starting with Lee Joong-Gu’s.

They didn’t care that the family was still in the early stages of grief, because to them, they were just the family of the man that ruined their lives.

And for that reason, they didn’t care when they got ridiculed publicly or when their name was absolutely stomped on in the tabloids. Even when they were proven to be innocent, they didn’t do anything to stop the harsh treatment they received from society.

His family never had time to grieve, their emotions bottled up due to all the attention they were receiving. Where the eldest daughter was essentially known as the daughter that killed the late empress, despite her efforts in trying to rebuild their reputation that title followed her everywhere she went.

And when the entire family took their own lives, unable to handle the bankruptcy and excessive bullying, the empire rejoiced. They were innocent, yet their lives were ruined all because they trusted someone who promised to protect them. It wasn’t fair.

“Your majesty?”

You blink, “huh?”

Jimin eyes you in concern, “You didn’t want to be responsible for what?”

You clear your throat, an attempt to compose yourself as you try to to avoid their prying eyes, “I didn’t want to be responsible for ruining people’s lives if they turned out to be innocent.”

Yoongi scowls, clearly against your decision, “You’re being too lenient,” he points at the document angrily, “they could retaliate and avenge their father!”

You suck in a deep breath, calming down as you stare deep into his eyes, “Yoongi do you trust me?”

He stills for a moment, before his eyes soften at this. He hesitates before nodding his head reluctantly, “yes, I do.”

You offer him a weak smile, thankful and surprised he admitted to that so easily, “then please trust in me on this as well,” your pleading eyes boring into his.

Yoongi sighs, before slumping down in his chair in defeat, wanting to avoid conflict after somewhat reconciling with you the day before. He didn’t want to risk causing more tension when you two have a lot more to talk about. So for now, he’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it.

You look around the room, immediately taking note of their displeased expressions, “any objections?”

Suddenly the sound of a chuckle echoes around the room as Hoseok shakes his head, “seeing as how Yoongi hyung wasn’t able to get through you, neither of us have a chance,” he leans on the table with a smirk, “let’s hope her majesty’s judgment is correct.”

You turn your head back to Namjoon, “alright, what’s next on the list.” But before he could utter a word, Jimin suddenly rises to his feet.

“Wait!” he calls out, causing you and many of the other men to jump in surprise, he sends you all a sheepish smile before continuing, “there’s something important I need to say,” you watch as he chews on his bottom lip, lost in deep thought wondering how to explain himself, his expression tight and strained.

You nod your head, giving him permission to speak. He runs his fingers through his hair with shaking hands as he lets out a low chuckle, “I believe now is the time to break my fingers.” He stares at you, shoulders slumped while doing so.

You frown, “Why would I do that?”

“Because I broke our promise,” his head hangs low, unable to look you in the eye, “I wasn’t able to protect you.”

You thought for a moment, tilting your head, “I’m sorry Jimin but can you explain more?”

He nods, straightening his posture, “The night of the ball, after the criminals were apprehended,” he starts before carefully thinking of his next words, “there were spies in the area,” his voice low and tense.

Everyone freezes, as they process what he said. Spies?

“There were spies in the area?” Jin asked, rephrasing the statement into a question as though it were a surprise as he leans on the table.

Just when you thought you had nothing else to worry about, here comes Jimin dropping a huge bomb on all of you. You begin to feel immensely anxious, as this has never occurred in the novel, but seeing how much you've managed to change the story from the original plot, you’re not entirely surprised.

You clear your throat, stomach contracting into a tight ball, “can you please describe what happened?” you know this would only stress you out more, but you needed to know all the details.

Jimin bites his bottom lip, “I was watching the scene from above the dome ceiling, when I saw movement from the corner of my eyes,” he hangs his head low, feeling ashamed over his actions, “I was so immersed in the scene from below that I didn’t do my job correctly and only saw the spy at the last minute.”

He lets out a shaky breath before turning to you, his eyes brimming with tears, “They managed to escape, I’m sorry,” his voice cracking and tight. You want to go and soothe him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move at the sudden stab of anxiety in your gut.

The men stiffen at the sudden revelation, fidgeting in their seat as their eyes dart between everyone’s shocked faces around the circular table.

“It gets worse,” Jimin adds in a low voice causing everyone to snap in his direction.

Jin lets out an exasperated sigh as he rubs his temples, “How could it get any worse than this?”

Jimin gives you all a weak smile, “There was more than one,” he confesses, voice edged with tension.

Taehyung chokes on his own spit, “What do you mean there were more than one?” His voice rose an octave in disbelief.

Jimin’s lip grows thin and firm, he explains to the group how when he was chasing after the person, an onslaught of arrows flew past his head before he could even grab hold of the person’s cloak. Too many arrows at a time to be just one person.

Namjoon groans, already feeling the uncomfortable ache in his head developing beneath his temples as he buries his head in his hands, “I thought once the drugs were dealt with, we’d have nothing major to worry about,” he raises his head, his tired expression showing, “now you’re telling me we have to deal with spies too?”

Taeheyung sighs tiredly, “took the words right out of my mouth,” he turns his head to you, “seems like her majesty has a lot of enemies.”

Truthfully, you knew many people opposed the empress, most of them were nobles who lost their power and authority when she began her reign. And for that reason, you’re unable to deduce the list to one person. You groan, slumping lazily on your seat as you lean against the chair.

Hoseok’s mouth quirk upward, slightly amused at your posture, “could it be an old fling enacting their revenge? How many people have you been with again?” he teases as he leans on the table, an attempt to lighten the mood seeing how stressed you’ve become.

You glare in his direction, not at all in the mood to laugh at any jokes, “mind your own business,” you grumble.

But the man only laughs as he grins back at you, “I’m not sure you’re aware of this, but you are my business, Y/n.”

This especially doesn’t go past Yoongi as his eyes widen by his statement, “Y/n?” he questions in disbelief.

Jin looks up at Yoongi, eyeing his reaction, “her majesty gave Taehyung and Jungkook permission to address her by her name,” he explains, careful not to set the advisor off with his words, but he cocks a brow in Hoseok's direction, “although I was unaware she extended this to Hoseok.” But the said man only shrugs.

You flinch when Yoongi and Jimin whirls their head in your direction, face unreadable as their hardened eyes stare you down. You clear your throat, straightening your posture as you stare at everyone, “well, I was actually planning on extending this to all of you at some point during this meeting,” you send them an uncertain smile, “guess now is as good a time as any.”

Jin raises a brow, “Really?” his disbelief evident in his expression. Though you give him a small smile, nodding your head in confirmation.

Jimin’s breath hitches, “You’ll allow me to call you by your name, despite failing you?”

Your eyes soften in his direction, “Jimin you didn’t fail me, you saw the spies despite how dark it was outside and informed all of us. That’s more than I could ask for from you,” you reach your hand to wrap around his, squeezing it gently, “you did well, thank you,” you send him a reassuring smile.

You see his eyes becoming glossy as he looks away from your stare, sucking in a breath to compose himself before turning back to you. He squeezes your hand in return as the corners of his lips curve upward, more than grateful for your words.

Jungkook, who has been silently listening and observing this entire time, looks up hesitantly, “what do we do now?”

Everyone in the room looks around, unsure of how to answer his question before you clear your throat, “we don’t know if there are more spies in the palace, I think all we can do is keep this to ourselves for now and just observe our surroundings more closely,” you suggest, watching as the rest of the men nod in agreement.

“This is why you’re the empress,” Taehyung yawns as he stretches his arms above his head, feeling a lot more relaxed as compared to how he was just moments before.

Just then, Jimin stands up, gently pulling on your joined hands for you to rise on your feet as well. “I think that’ll be enough for today.” You watch as Jungkook and Taehyung stand up as well, preparing to leave.

Namjoon shifts in his seat as he stares at them incredulously, “We’re not done!” waving frantically at the countless documents on the table.

“I understand but there was a lot to process during this meeting,” Taehyung states, then points at you, “I personally believe her majesty should let off some steam.”

Instead of giving a snarky reply, Namjoon only groans as he waves you all off. Taehyung quirks a brow, “You surprisingly gave up a lot sooner than I expected.”

But the advisor just lets out a sigh as he gives him a bored expression, “it’s not like you’re going to listen to me no matter what I say, and frankly, I don’t have the energy left in me to make you all stay.” You can tell he was being serious as he stares at you all in a tired manner. Surprisingly, the rest of the men had similar expressions, you had thought Yoongi or Jin would put in their two cents, but contrary to what you expected, they remained silent.

Taehyung winks, “glad we’re on the same page,” he salutes goodbye to the older males, “if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be taking our leave,” he moves to grab hold of your other hand as he begins to lead you three out the door.

You tilt your head, you let them lead you out the room despite being confused over the situation, “What are we doing?”

Taehyung doesn’t turn around, but you can tell he’s smirking, “I was thinking we should do some training,” he starts, “seeing as how there’s spies we gotta worry about now.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at the back of his head, “We?”

You hear Jungkook snicker from beside you as he throws an arm around your shoulder lazily, “Yes, we are going to train.” His grin grew wider at the sight of your horrified expression.

Please have mercy on my soul.

You didn’t realize Taehyung was actually being serious about the whole training session, not until he ushered you into your bedroom calling for Joy to gather a change of lighter clothes that allows you to move more freely. And now here you are in the palace courtyard, absolutely dreading what was about to come.

“Alright, who's going up against our dear empress,” Jimin claps his hands excitedly.

In the next second, Jungkook raises his hand in the air, as Taehyung laughs and pats his shoulder, “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a volunteer.” Jungkook winks at you and you do your best to smile back at him, but if anything it came out more of a grimace.

“I’m betting on Y/n,” Jimin suddenly calls out before pointing at Taehyung, “you’re stuck with supporting Jungkook.”

Taehyung stops walking as he furrows his eyes, “No fair! I had my bets set on Y/n from the beginning!” He whines loudly.

Jungkok scoffs from beside you, carrying two wooden swords in his hands, “Should I be offended that none of you believe in me?”

But Taehyung just shrugs his shoulders, “You’re going up against the empress herself, can you really blame us?”

“Fair enough,” Jungkook grumbles, almost as if he was already admitting defeat as he hands you your sword.

You chuckle nervously, your palms beginning to sweat as you grip on the handle of the sword tightly, “I’m afraid you’re giving me far too much credit,” you joke to hide the fact that you were absolutely terrified when the sparring began. In any other situation, you would be drooling over Jungkook’s biceps, but at the moment, you can’t help but shiver in fear knowing he was strong enough to crush you in a second. At this point you’re desperately praying for muscle memory to finally come to your rescue.

Taehyung huffs, “fine, I’ll place my bets on Jungkook,” he grumbles at last, clearly upset over his current situation.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Gee thanks,” he replies sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware we were even betting money on this.”

Jimin smirks as he shrugs, “makes things more interesting, y’know.”

Taehyung whips his head, staring at him incredulously, “Yeah for you! You’re betting on Y/n. You practically win by default!” Taehyung snaps before raising his palm in Jungkook’s direction, “No offense Jungkookie.”

“None taken.”

You shake your head, no longer fazed by their childish banters at this point, “How much are you even betting on,” raising a container, similar to a water bottle, up to your lips.

“50 gold coins.”

You spit out your drink, “50 gold coins?” you cough. During your first few days, you were curious to know the value of those gold coins, so you did a little research in the library. Apparently 1 gold coin was enough to feed an entire village for a month. Now they’re betting 50? “Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive for a measly bet?” your eyes widen as you switch between Jimin and Taehyung.

Taehyung nods as he takes your side immediately, “I agree 100% with Y/n.”

Jimin only rolls his eyes, “You’re only saying that because you’re betting on Jungkook,” he points accusingly.

“And you’re only happy about that cause you’re betting on Y/n!” He snaps right back at him.

Jimin pauses, “Well… I can’t argue with that.”

“See!”

Just then, Jungkook turns to you with a mischievous smile.

Oh no.

“Why don’t we make this even more interesting,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction.

You raise a brow, “I’m listening.” You know nothing good could come out of this, especially at the way he was looking at you.

He smirks, “why don’t we have a bet of our own. Loser fulfils one wish from the winner.”

You hum, before turning your attention to Jimin. “Team meeting,” you call out, gesturing to him to come to you.

Jimin raises a brow before laughing, jogging up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you huddle in your own ‘private’ space.

“This bet seems kinda risky. You think I should accept it?”

Jimin nods his head seriously, “Of course. I wouldn’t have made a bet on you if I didn’t believe in you completely,” he scoffs before pointing behind him, “I mean look at the kid, does he really look like a hard person to beat?”

You nod, turning your head to eye him down, playing along with him, “You’re right, looking closer he’s really not all that.”

“Guys I can still hear you.”

Jimin waves him off, “Ignore him, anyway I think you should take him up on this offer.”

“Got it. Alright, good discussion.” You two break apart as you look at the now glaring knight. “We’ve come to a conclusion, Jeon Jungkook, I accept this bet.” You stick your hand out, he smirks before you’re both shaking hands in agreement.

You turn to look at Jimin as he gives you a thumbs up with a wide reassuring smile - your very own cheerleader.

You turn your attention back to Jungkook, only for your eyes to widen into saucers when his abs make a sudden appearance. You were definitely not mentally prepared for this as the author never mentioned anything about articles of clothing being removed during training. Jungkook, having noticed your ogling winks at you, “try not to drool too much.”

You only roll your eyes, turning away, embarrassed you were caught staring, “not much to drool over.” Oh who were you kidding, his body was practically sculpted by the gods. And you're sure he knows this too, based on his reaction.

Instead of getting snarky or offended at your words, he only shakes his head with a low chuckle before smirking back at you.

Alright. You admit. That was kinda hot.

You gulp nervously as he begins to stretch, his muscles flexing with every movement. At this point you just hope you make it out alive.

“Showoff,” Jimin exclaims loudly, now sitting on a nearby bench on the side.

Jungkook smirks, “no need to be jealous hyung.” Making a show to flex his muscles even more in ridiculous poses.

Jimin only rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you, “Y/n, do me a favor and beat his ass.”

You let out a chuckle, “I’ll do my best.”

At this point, you four caught the attention of many passing knights and maids who were initially confused and curious about what was going on. But once they caught on to what was happening, many are now conveniently standing at a distance, pretending to do work when in reality they were anticipating this match just as much as Jimin and Taehyung.

Jungkook smirks up at you, “Ready to feel defeat?” A glint in his eyes screaming trouble.

You let out a huff of air as you stretch your arms and legs, “I’d like to see you try.”

“What should we do regarding the rebellion?”

After the meeting, the three advisors stayed behind after you were seemingly dragged out by the younger boys out the room. Hoseok had to leave soon after as he needed to go do his daily routine of checking up on the knights training. And so that only left the three advisors to their own thoughts.

“Well isn’t it obvious, we step down,” Namjoon states confidently. The three men grow silent as they take in the immense weight that statement holds. The realization that the rebellion that they’ve all planned meticulously for almost a year now, is about to come to an end. They knew stepping down meant finally admitting that the empress has returned and was no longer the tyrant they all detested.

Jin looks around the room wearily, “let’s not speak here, we can talk about it another time,” he whispers. Although the room was quiet and desolate, he didn’t want to take any chances of anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. Especially if it was in regards to the rebellion now that spies were suddenly a problem, “And besides, Hoseok’s not here, we need to know where he stands in all this as well.”

Namjoon nods his head understandingly, “I agree, I think all we can do now, is be careful of our surroundings and wait until we’re in a safe private area to discuss further.” All three men rise to their feet, collecting the documents before heading out the door.

“You know hyung,” Namjoon starts, eyeing Yoongi as they walk down the halls, “I’m glad to hear that you reconciled with Y/n yesterday.”

“Hoseok told us everything this morning,” Jin clarifies.

Yoongi hums, not looking at either men in the eye, “I wouldn’t necessarily say we reconciled completely as there’s still a lot to talk about.”

“Let’s hope that once all this get settled, we’ll all have time to properly speak to each other, I believe we all owe her that much,” Jin clutches the documents in his hands as his eyes narrow down at them, a painful reminder of their mistreatment towards the empress when she was being taken advantage of. Namjoon and Yoongi nod sadly, too ashamed of their past actions to look each other in the eye as a wave of guilt washes over all three of them.

But they don’t dwell on that feeling for long when suddenly a small group of maids and knights shuffles quickly right past them, many buzzing with excitement as they make their way to what seemed like the direction of the courtyard.

All three men turn to face one another, immensely confused over the situation especially when they see more palace staff rushing past them. Curiosity got the best of them before they too began to follow the crowd.

They could almost hear distant cheering as they followed the small group. The closer they got the louder the cheers became. When they rounded the corner, they were surprised to find a crowd of maids and knights huddled around the many windows that were now opened.

And they were especially surprised to find Hoseok being among the bunch. He notices the advisors immediately and waves them over, “C’mon you’re gonna miss the show!” Using his General privileges, he managed to snag his own window to himself to watch the show.

Namjoon raises a brow as he approaches the general, “Thought you had to go observe the knights?”

Hoseok chuckles, “I am,” he states as a matter of factly as he points around the area, “they’re all here.” Well they couldn’t deny that as it almost did seem as though every person present in the palace was at attendance. They wouldn’t be surprised if that actually was the case.

Yoongi winces at the loud cheers around him, “What’s going on?” They were even more confused than ever before as the palace has never been this active in all their years of staying there.

Instead of responding, Hoseok only smiles and nods his head at the window. They all turn and simultaneously widen their eyes at the sight before them.

Jin lurches forward against the open window, “Is that her majesty?!” his eyes bulging out from their sockets at the way you and Jungkook fought, flinching at an especially hard blow that Jungkook gives you, only for you to retaliate with your foot against his face, “They’re going too hard on each other!” he then snaps his head to Hoseok, “Whose idea was-”

“HIT HIM WITH THE OLD ONE TWO, Y/N!” Jimin cheers loudly, standing on the bench, throwing punches in the air.

“C’MON JUNGKOOK DON’T FUCKING EMBARRASS ME! I’M RISKING A LOT OF MONEY FOR SUPPORTING YOU!” Taehyung yells on the side, standing on the bench as well.

Jin deadpans, “Why do I get this feeling like I already know the answer to this question.”

Hoseok bellows loudly, “Because you probably do,” he pats his shoulder, “just enjoy the show hyung, Jungkook and Y/n aren’t going nearly as hard on each other as they would normally do in a real fight.”

Namjoon nods as he leans against the window frame, “He’s right, believe it or not, they’re actually holding themselves back at the moment.” Jin sighs in defeat as he relents and faces the window, desperately hoping this whole thing would end soon.

A shaky breath escapes your lips, as Jungkook breathes heavily from across you. You were surprisingly holding yourself really well against the significantly larger knight, extremely thankful to see muscle memory coming into play as it almost seemed like your body moved on its own. And as a result, it was an exhilarating match between the empress and one of the strongest knights in the empire.

Loud cheers catch your attention as there is now a large group of guards and maids crowding around the area to watch the spectacle, while some maids and knights had a nice view from above through the open windows in the palace. It wasn’t every day they got to see the empress fighting, so they were definitely not going to waste this opportunity.

Jungkook wipes sweat off his forehead, the action catching your eye immediately, “Seems like her majesty is a crowd favorite.”

You chuckle back at him, “Probably cause they know I’m gonna win,” you tease with a wink. You know you’re probably an equally sweaty mess as well but neither one of you seem to mind in the slightest.

Jungkook doesn’t back down as you see a slight smirk forming on his lips, “Don’t get too cocky now Y/n, I was going easy on you earlier,” he readies his stance, “Now, it’s the real deal.” As if proving his statement, he suddenly lunges forward with his wooden sword.

Miraculously, you managed to dodge his attack as you swiftly duck down and move to the side. This catches Jungkook off guard as he had expected you to block his attack at hand, not move away. You take advantage of this as you swing your legs against the back of his knees, causing the knight to stumble forward as he attempts to regain his posture. But you don’t allow him a second to breathe as you continue your attack by kicking his back, causing him to completely lose his balance and fall onto the ground.

You hear multiple people squeal in delight over the move, especially the two loudest in the vicinity.

“OH YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!” Jimin cheers with his fists in the air. High-fiving a random knight who was equally as thrilled as him.

Meanwhile Taehyung was pulling at his hairs in frustration, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JUNGKOOK? A COMPLETE DISAPPOINTMENT THAT’S WHAT!”

Jungkook rolls on his back and impressively kicks his feet in the air until he’s back standing. He whirls around to face Taehyung angrily, “You call that supporting?!”

“Kinda hard to support you when she’s clearly kicking your ass!” Taehyung snaps back at him.

Jungkook turns his head around to face you when he hears you giggle, a faint smile on your face as your eyes lock onto one another. He raises a brow, “Her majesty thinks this is funny?”

“Hilarious actually,” you smirk.

This time, it was you who made the first move, you lunged with your wooden sword, swinging it in the air aiming for his chest. Jungkook blocked this with ease, grunting as he roughly pushes you off him, only to give a swing of his own in your direction.

Sucking in a breath, you quickly take a step further behind you, arching your back slightly, just barely dodging the tip of his sword before ducking down and swinging your sword from below.

But this practically does nothing either as Jungkook dodges your attack as well.

The two of you go at it for some time, neither one of you submitting to the other. There was no denying that Jungkook was an extremely talented knight. With the way his calculating eyes analyze your every move, almost predicting what your next attack would be, made it easy for him to defend himself.

But the same could be said about you. You managed to defend yourself surprisingly well. Even having the strength to counter his attacks. A testimony to how the empress gained her position.

Jungkook had long since lost his smirk as his narrowed eyes bore into you, now giving his full concentration in the fight. And with that he steps forward, you get ready to counter his attack, but instead of going for you, he aims his attack at your sword. And before you know it, your sword is thrusted into the air as Jungkook uses all his force for you to lose your grip.

You widen your eyes as you look at the now smug knight before you. You raise a brow. So that’s how you wanna be? You smirk, two can play at that game.

In the next second, Jungkook swings his sword with precision, but you weren’t going to let him take advantage of you, so instead of dodging his attack, you eye the sword's movement and as if everything moved in slow motion, you somehow catch the wooden object right in between your hands.

Jungkook widens his eyes in disbelief. You take advantage of his momentary shock when you twist and throw his own sword to the side with ease.

“If I can’t have my sword then neither can you.”

Jungkook chuckles as he clenches his fist, “fair enough.” He rolls his head, “I always did prefer hand-to-hand combat anyway,” and with that he takes a step back, before bringing his foot in the air aiming for your side. You dodge his attack, and retaliate with your own.

The crowd watches with bated breaths as you two were a perfect match. Where Jungkook excelled in strength, you excelled in skill and swiftness. With his muscles, Jungkook could easily overpower you, but your nimble feet somehow managed to move before he could lay his hands on you, much to his annoyance.

“Stay still,” he says with gritted teeth, a drop of sweat falling down his face.

You let out a tired breath, “never,” you wheeze out, weaving your way out of his reach, successfully dodging his attack once more.

You take a step forward, and with clenched fists you throw a punch aimed towards his stomach, but Jungkook catches your wrist and pulls you forward before turning your body around, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. His biceps successfully caging you in, rendering you motionless.

“BOO HISS,” Jimin exclaims loudly, clearly not a fan of your current predicament.

Taehyung only swats him away, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence over his friend, “C’MON JUNGKOOKIE!”

You feel his bare body pressed against your back as he tightens his hold. His head lowering until you feel his ragged breathing by your ear, “Ready to admit defeat my dear empress?” he whispers lowly causing shivers down your spine. You suck in a breath. Focus Y/n, now is not the time to fangirl.

You look down before smirking, “That would imply that you’ve beaten me, so no,” as disgusting as it sounds, your bodies covered in sweat allowed you to escape his viper-like grip by seemingly sliding out of his grasp. And in one swift movement, you turn your body to face him. He attempts to bring you back by grabbing your forearm, jerking you forward, but you use that momentum to your advantage by raising your knee towards his abdomen.

Jungkook grunts upon impact as he stumbles backwards, you move to kick at his chest, but he catches your ankle mid-air and twists it, careful enough as to not sprain your ankle, but enough force to cause you to lose your balance.

Your breath hitches as you suddenly find yourself laying flat on the ground. Jungkook, having composed himself after your hard blow, lunges forward, you roll away, successfully dodging his feet. But from your position on the ground, you widen your eyes as you notice something laying right beside your head.

Though you don’t have much time to think when suddenly you feel a weight over you as Jungkook roughly turns you around and is now practically on top of you. His legs caging you in like an animal. Looking up, you find that he’s grabbed hold of his fallen sword and is now swinging it in circles calmly from above you.

He smirks triumphantly, “Not going to lie, this is a very nice view,” he snickers as you glare up at him, “any last words before I win?” However, he stops short when he notices a smile forming on your lips. “What?”

You giggle mockingly, “you talk too much,” this time it’s your turn to smirk.

He furrows his brows until he feels something sharp poking him. Looking down, he’s shocked to find that you had managed to retrieve your wooden sword. Which, by sheer luck, was laying right beside your head on the ground and is now pointed directly at his stomach. In a real life scenario Jungkook would’ve died.

And for that reason, you won.

Jimin is seen laughing his ass off as he too realized that the winner in this intense match was indeed you. While Taehyung looks absolutely miserable right beside him as he slumps down in defeat. The two friends expressing a wave of emotions, contrasting one another.

The crowd around you cheers loudly, the sound deafening as if the entire empire were present to watch the spectacle.

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle as he finally admits defeat, “I should’ve known better than to think it would be that easy to beat you,” he states before looking down at you, “but no matter what it seems I can never outsmart her majesty.”

You wink up at him, “better luck next time Jungkookie.” He only smiles softly down at you.

But it’s only now do you realize the position you both were in. His body straddling yours, with his abs on full display right in front of you. You feel blood rush up to your cheeks at his almost predatory gaze, that you can’t handle it and turn your head away from the man on top of you.

You swear you could see him smirk from the corner of your eyes before he shakes head and stands up. He offers you his hand, to which you gratefully reach for before he pulls you up to your feet.

“I can’t believe you lost,” Taehyung whines as both he and Jimin begin to approach the two of you. You giggle at how disheveled Taehyung looked, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was the one fighting instead of Jungkook. You can only imagine the thoughts going through his mind with his stress level rising with each passing second.

Though Jimin grins widely as he runs up to you with open arms. You widen your eyes, raising your arms in front of you, “W-Wait Jimin I’m sweaty,” but the boy doesn’t mind as he wraps his arms around your waist and twirls you around.

Jimin laughs, “I knew you could do it!”

You giggle, the sound causing his heart to skip a beat. He widens his grin, finally putting you back down on the ground as he stares at you feeling proud.

You beam back at him, “Thank you for believing in me,” you say sincerely.

His eyes soften as he smiles at you adoringly, “Always.”

“I would just like to clarify I believed in you as well,” Taehyung suddenly butts in, but Jimin pays him no mind as he waves him off.

Just then you suddenly hear clapping, turning around and you find Yoongi slowly approaching you four along with Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok trailing not too far behind him. Despite his calm demeanor, you can tell at closer inspection that he was fighting off a proud smile.

“Good job,” he finally speaks up when he reaches you. Your eyes widen, stunned before looking at his face, trying to confirm if what you heard was right. His cheeks glowing a tint of red when you don’t say anything.

You grin at his sudden timidness, “thank you.” He nods before turning his head, suddenly feeling too shy to look you in the eye. But you don’t comment any more, more than grateful to see him making an effort to act nice.

The three older men finally join the rest of you. Jin lets out a sigh as he eyes both of your bodies being littered with bruises, “now did you two have to go that hard for you to get harmed like this?”

Yoongi scoffs just then, rolling his eyes, “oh quit your nagging old man, they look fine to me.”

Jin lets out an offended noise as he snaps his head to look at him in disbelief, “old man?! Now you listen here-“

Hoseok shoves his way between the older males, successfully silencing the both of them as he grins at you, “that was an amazing show your majesty!” he grins, “when you’re up for it, I want a turn next,” he winks.

You let out a tired chuckle, “It would be an honor to go up against the great Jung Hoseok.” You two smile at each other, you know he was joking, but you can tell there was some truth to his statement.

“Drinks on Taehyung!” Jimin suddenly announces with a wide grin.

The said knight whirls around with comical wide eyes, “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

Jimin laughs tauntingly, “No, the bet was you give me 50 gold coins. And I’m going to use that amount to give everyone here a drink. Let’s party!” he pumps his fist in the air excitedly.

“Shouldn’t you ask Y/n for permission to hold a celebration,” you stifle a giggle at the way Taehyung’s pleading eyes meet yours. You can practically see his body language begging you to listen to his pleas.

But if you’re going to be honest, with everything that’s happened, a moment to let loose and have fun was exactly what you needed. And you’re sure this is something everyone else would appreciate as well. And not to mention, your body being all bruised up was thanks to Taehyung’s brilliant idea to spar. So with that in mind, you give Taehyung a playful wink, turning to the crowd, “Drinks on Sir Taehyung tonight!”

Suddenly a second wave of cheers surround the area that you begin to think even the neighboring kingdoms could hear you.

Taehyung’s jaw drops as the cheers around you seemingly grow louder. The rest of the boys were amused by the whole situation in front of them, reveling in seeing the usual cocky knight get beaten in seconds by one sentence coming out your mouth.

“50 gold coins is nothing,” Yoongi hums, crossing his arms.

Taehyung presses his lips together, narrowing his eyes into thin slits, “A knight's salary is drastically different to the empress’s advisors.”

But the older male shrugs his shoulders with a slight closed-lipped smile, “You’ll be fine. Thanks for the drinks,” he teases, his grin growing even wider at the young knight's apparent annoyed expression.

Namjoon eyes the bruises on your skin in concern, “I believe you should go off to the royal physician before anything else. I can’t have our empress showing up in bruises for everyone to see.”

Jungkook scoffs, “And what about me?”

“What about you?” Namjoon questions with a bored expression.

“I got all bruised up as well! Her majesty isn’t an easy opponent, you know?” as if to prove his point, he makes a show to dramatically point at every bruise, big or small, that you inflicted on him, “Am I not a priority either?”

Namjoon clicks his tongue in displeasure, “you are, but the empress’s health is more important than anything else, don’t you agree?” he asks with a raised brow, as if daring him to challenge his statement.

But Jungkook relents, not having it in him to deny his claim as he agreed to it wholeheartedly. Because to him, you were more important than anything in the world. But Jungkook, being as petty as he is, refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right. So instead he grumbles incoherently under his breath, but you swear you heard him mutter “dickhead” at some point in his rambling.

You laugh loudly, immediately catching the attention of the men around you, their mood instantly brightening as they smile widely staring at you in adoration.

This interaction surely doesn’t go unnoticed by the multiple pairs of eyes around you, as many maids swoon over the scene before them. The empress was surrounded by the seven men who were closest to her. They didn’t think it was possible to see them all together again but here you eight are, laughing and teasing as you’re all in your own little world, proving them all wrong.

“For the record, I let you win,” Jungkook grumbles, pointing a finger towards you as you walk down the halls. After the crowd had dispersed, Namjoon and especially Jin had insisted you both visit the royal physician, neither man was going to take no for an answer, that much you could tell based on their stern expressions and posture.

So here you are, standing beside Jungkook on your way to get your bruises treated. You can only imagine the look on the poor physician’s face when you two enter with sheepish grins.

You giggle, “sure, just keep telling yourself that,” you tease as you nudge his arm.

“It’s true,” he pouts childishly.

“Then how do you explain all the other times you’ve been beaten by the empress, hmm?” You can’t help but tease him, especially when he was acting all high and mighty moments before the fight.

Jungkook only rolls his eyes, “That’s cause i was being a gentleman who just wanted to make you happy.”

You scoff at his lame excuse, playfully pointing at a bruise slowly turning purple on your arm, “you call this being a gentleman?” But you regret saying that statement immediately at the crestfallen look on his face.

His eyes droop as he slowly reaches a hand and gingerly holds your arm in front of him, inspecting the bruises gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he utters softly, feeling immensely apologetic, “I just got way too competitive back there.”

You shake your head, smiling it off, “Jungkook I was joking please don’t worry. I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this. If anything I think I should apologize to you for giving you this monstrosity.” You reach your hand out to gently soothe a rather large bruise on his abdomen in the area you kneed him. Jungkook freezes at your touch, gulping nervously when you caress the bruise absentmindedly.

Jungkook turns away in hopes of hiding his growing blush, “It’s really fine Y/n. I’ve been inflicted with far worse bruises before, this is nothing.” He insists calmly, a stark contrast to his racing thoughts.

You let out a sigh of relief, “that’s reassuring.” You take your hand away much to Jungkook’s disappointment.

He clears his throat, “Well since you won,” he playfully gags before laughing when you nudge at his shoulder, “what do you wish for?”

You hum, only now recalling your small little bet from earlier, “Not sure,” you turn to him, “If you had won, what would have been your wish?” You were curious, he seemed to have been fighting with all his might that you were wondering what his wish was for him to exert so much effort.

Jungkook stills, as if contemplating whether he should reveal his desires to you or not. You stop walking at the same time he did, now looking at him curiously. And after a few moments of thinking he made up his mind and turned to you. You suddenly feel anxious at his intense gaze. He still hasn’t said anything so you tilt your head, “Jungkook?” He blinks, “what was your wish?”

“I would’ve asked if I could kiss you.”

...

...What?

In an instant your eyes widen into saucers, in complete disbelief that he would actually confess to that. Neither one of you having the courage to speak as you just silently stare at one another.

He held your gaze, but he was slowly losing his confidence the longer you maintained eye contact. His ears turning a bright red as he’s slowly coming to the realization that yes, he indeed just blurted out his feelings like that.

He hastily turns away, “I-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” And he wasn’t lying, because he too wasn’t sure why he said what he said. In all his years of knowing the empress, never once did he harbor such romantic feelings for her as he looked up to her as one would to a sister. But for some strange reason, this past month he’s been looking at her in a different light. And he honestly has no idea why. Why was he feeling this way after knowing the empress for so long. What changed in the past month for this to happen?

“Do you want to hear my wish?” You finally speak up softly.

Jungkook, though still blushing, nods his head, unable to meet your eyes.

You give him a small smile, “My wish was to make you happy,” you turn to look away when he snaps his head in your direction, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “I know how you get when you lose, so I figured I could use my wish to make you happy. Because your happiness is also my happiness, Jungkook.”

You fidget with your hands as you continue, “So if you want me to fulfill your wish then I will.” At this point, you just wanted to dig yourself a hole and swan dive right into it. You can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth but it’s too late. You said it and now you can’t take it back.

When he remains silent, face unreadable, you begin to stammer nervously, “b-but you don’t have to of course. There’s plenty of other things you could wish for if you-”

But you don’t get to finish your sentence as in the next second, you hear fast footsteps approaching, you raise your head only to suddenly feel a strong grip on your arms pulling you forward until soft pairs of lips land on yours.

You freeze at the sudden realization.

Jungkook just kissed you.

A/N: Hey! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I feel like we had a lot of drama in the past few chapters. I wanted to have a slightly more light-hearted chapter so here it is!

Haha were you guys expecting Jungkook to be the first one to be kissed? Cause I initially had another member in mind, but ideas always change with me lol

Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

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