#food wars fluff
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Hi! Do you think you could do a fluff of soma x reader or an akira x reader from food wars? Everything else is up to you! ☺️
FOOD WARS MEN REACTING TO YOU BUYING FAST FOOD
featuring . . . SOMA YUKIHIRA, AKIRA HAYAMA, RYO KUROKIBA
includes . . . just a bunch of fluff
notes . . . im sorry this took so long, it took me forever to come up with this. i really like the way it turned out, and I hope you do too. please enjoy <3
Soma Yukihira
You had a long day at school, which included you waking up late and rushing to get ready for the day. And, when your day finally seemed to get better, you had an argument with your teacher that caused you to stay after class and arrive late to the dorm.
You were exhausted, and didn’t want to cook yourself dinner, so you ordered some of your favorite food. Knowing that this was less work for you, so as you waited for the delivery to arrive, you could take a shower and relax.
When you heard knocks on the door, you calmly walked to get your food. But, to your surprise, someone was already down there. Soma, a boy that stole your heart and vice versa, was standing by the closed door with the bag in his hands looking at it confused.
“Soma that’s mine, you can give it to me”
Soma turned in your direction, and upon seeing you his lips turned into a bright smile. He completely disregarded the bag in his hands, throwing it on the floor so he could go and hug you.
“SOMA, MY FOOD”
You didn’t think he was listening to you as he smothered your face in kisses. But, once the word “food” slipped from your mouth, he stopped his movement.
“What food” He asked tilting his head like a lost puppy, making you let out a chuckle.
“The bag you just dropped is full of food sweetheart”
Soma needed a few seconds to process the situation before his face scrunched up in confusion.
“Why didn’t you just ask me to cook you some food”
The small pout set on his lips caused your face to soften at his adorable expression.
“I didn’t know where you were, and I was very hungry, so I just ordered some”
Honestly, you hadn’t even thought of asking Soma to cook you dinner. Your mind fogged with exhaustion; you just did the first thing that came to mind.
“Oh, okay then”
Soma looked pleased with your answer, as he went to grab your food that thankfully landed up right.
“Just come to me next time you don’t want to cook, ok? Oh, and you have to share your food now”
His beaming smile melted your heart, and of course you agreed. How could you say no to him?
Akira Hayama
You were helping Jun out with the things she had forgotten to do, like watering the plants and overseeing spices with her. Since Akira had wandered off to who knows where.
You and Akira had been dating for a couple of months now. And, although he never told you, he loved to cook for you. He loved your reactions to his cooking and the praise you would give him once you were finished eating.
You and Jun decided to order some food, too busy to cook for yourselves at the moment. The food took longer than necessary, and you and Jun were starving by the time you heard the knock on the door. Instead of seeing a delivery man, it was Akira holding you bag of food while waving the delivery man off.
“Hi Akira”
You greeted him with a small smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
After your greeting –that warmed his heart- he just walked past you. Confused, you walked after him, wondering what had him in such a rush.
Akira turned into the room you and Jun were working in, to find Jun on the floor in a ball –due to her hunger- but completely ignored her.
“Akira, what are you doing”
Your voice rang through the room as you watched Akira walk towards the trashcan.
It all happened in the blink of an eye; Akira threw away your food.
Your mouth was agape, and your eyes wide.
“Why did you do that”
Your voice was calm, but inside you were fuming. You and Jun had waited forever for that food, and he had the audacity to throw it away.
As if finally snapping out of his trance, he looked at you with shock in his eyes. After realizing what he did his cheeks burned red, too embarrassed to explain why he did it.
But, knowing you, you wouldn’t let this go. So, mustering up the courage he finally explained.
“I don’t like you eating other people’s food”
You watched as Akira scratched the back of his head and turned away from you so you wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.
“AWWWWWWWWWWW AKIRA”
You quite literally ran and jumped on him, as you both collapsed to the ground you were filled with uncontrollable giggles, and Akira had an unwavering smile.
“Akira you’re really cute you know that”
You said it with the brightest smile on your face.
“Whatever”
Was his response as he stared at you on top of his chest with love in his eyes.
“But seriously we're starving, get up and cook us something”
You continuously hit his chest while telling him to never throw your food away again, and Akira just cooked you more food while you did it.
Ryō Kurokiba
“Hey Alice, I'm hungry”
You had originally come to visit your boyfriend, but since he wasn’t here, you and Alice were just talking while playing cards.
“Oh, then I'll call Ryo to cook us some food”
She responded while tilting her head and placing a finger on her chin.
“Alice he’s not here remember”
“OHHH right, I forgot, then why don’t we just order some food”
“Yeah, that’s perfect!”
You had asked Alice what she wanted and then placed the order online. You guys continued your talking, the atmosphere calming.
When the food had finally arrived, you thanked the kind man who delivered it and ate at the dining table with Alice.
“Alice, I'm back”
You heard Ryo’s voice as he approached the dining room. Quickly jumping from your chair and wrapping your arms around Ryo giving him a quick peck on the lips, you greeted with a smile.
“Welcome back”
“I didn’t know you were visiting”
His voice was calm as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
“It was a surprise!”
“Can you guys stop with the lovey dovey stuff, I'm still here you know”
Upon hearing Alice’s voice, Ryo’s gaze shifted away from you, and he noticed the food on the table that was placed in to-go boxes.
“What is that”
He was glaring at the food on the table, being uncharacteristically angry without his bandana on.
“It’s food?”
You were confused by the question but answered, nonetheless.
Ryo let go of his hold on you and decided to try your plate of food.
He wasn’t impressed by what he was tasting at all.
“I could make this so much better”
He was quick to get out ingredients to make the same dish, but with added flavor.
“Don’t eat that, it’s a disappointment”
You laughed as you watched your boyfriend cook for you. You knew he loved cooking for you but didn’t think he would be so angry over you eating fast food.
“Here, taste it”
It was delicious, and way better than the food you ordered.
“It's amazing love, way better than the other food”
You patted his head lovingly while smiling at him. His mouth upturned into one of the rare smiles you loved.
Ryo watched as you ate, enjoying the way you talked nonstop to him.
“Hey Ryo, what about my food”
Alice was still waiting on her plate of Ryo’s food so she could try it.
“Go make your own”
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The Way to a Man's Heart
Wrecker x reader | 1.6k words
Content: fluff, food, and fun
Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I want to cook for all the clones, but these vibes are the strongest with Wrecker, and, for some reason, Hardcase and Fives.
It was almost comical. Two decently muscular men and one incredibly burly one, all huddled around your small dinette, patiently awaiting a meal you'd insisted on making for them. Why, you weren't sure. You'd sort of blurted the proposition out the other day when they'd been talking about the lack of homemade meals in their diet. The thought of some of the GAR's strongest, most valiant soldiers not being able to eat a decent meal had not only sounded tragic to you, but also something you were more than capable of providing the remedy to.
At least, that's what you'd thought then. Now, standing in the middle of your tiny apartment kitchen, surrounded by several bubbling pots, unpackaged ingredients, and countless little spills and messes, you were wondering what in the galaxy you'd possibly been thinking.
You peeped your head around the corner to check on the status of your guests' moods. Hardcase's leg bounced underneath the table and even Fives had his hands fidgeting in his lap. Wrecker, surprisingly, seemed much more calm, though you knew it wasn't an easy feat for the gentle giant. His stomach was the size of a bantha and hardly ever felt satisfied. You'd need to hurry up your process before any of them broke the peace.
"Just a few more minutes!" you called out. You didn't know if that was enough time but felt the need to give them some indication you were trying to wrap up. The crostini's, at least, could be passed out soon, along with some beers, just to hold them over while you willed the chicken in the oven to cook faster.
"No rush, love!" Fives called back. "Take all the time you need!"
Ironically, one of the four timers you had going suddenly went off, its quick little chirps pulling you back into the fray of the kitchen. You shut it off and pulled the tray of toasted crostini's from the oven. Working swiftly, you dolloped the ricotta and hot honey spread on top of each one and sprinkled some sliced almonds and chives to garnish. Each was then placed neatly onto a serving tray. When you were done, though, you sighed in embarrassment. Normally this appetizer was too much for you to eat on your own, but looking at the small little sampling before you now, you knew the three soldiers in your dinette would clean this off in seconds. You should've got a loaf of bread apiece.
But you shook yourself from your worries. You had already added on an extra side-dish last minute, and changed your mind from cookies to cheesecake for dessert. Surely it'd all be enough once you were done.
"Don't worry, this is just the first course," you apologized as you walked out with the dish. "But something to hold you over while I finish up the rest."
"There's multiple courses?" Wrecker's eyes grew in wonder.
All three leaned forward to track the plate as you set it between them. You hid a smile at their eagerness.
"And how about some drink orders? I have a few different ciders and ales, some sodas...."
"Any kind of amber ale for me, please," Hardcase immediately put his order in.
"I'll take a good ol' port-in-a-storm," Fives added right after.
"And you, Wrecker?" you asked with an added sweetness to your voice. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have an extra soft-spot for the Batcher. In fact, if anyone had analyzed how this whole dinner situation had come about, they would've noticed you'd only invited the group after Wrecker had chimed in.
Wrecker's mouth was already full of 2 crostini's. He looked at you sheepishly as you addressed him and quickly swallowed enough to be able to respond. "Surprise me!"
You laughed and returned to the kitchen just as another timer went off. You had to take a minute to think which one that stood for. The potatoes? No... the homemade salad dressing. You twisted the knob of the appropriate burner off so the bubbling mustard sauce could start to cool. You also snuck in another peek at the chicken in the oven to see how that was doing. Still not golden enough.
You gathered up all the right drinks for the boys, deciding to mix together your favorite, the cold and creamy Lothal Spicebrew, for Wrecker. You laughed again as you brought them out, as the plate of hors d'ouerves was already demolished to just a plate of crumbs.
"Kriff that was good!" Hardcase was licking his fingers. The other two hummed in agreement.
"Yes, that was excellent!"
"Amazing!"
You blushed from their compliments, scooping the plate out of the way. "Well hopefully the rest of it will all be done soon. I'm sorry it's taking so long."
Fives brushed away your apologies. "Like we said, take your time."
"Yeah, we're not going anywhere!" Wrecker grinned.
Hardcase let out a belch, sending all three into hysterics as they started working on their drinks.
Your trip back into the kitchen thankfully set you into a good rhythm. The potatoes were finally boiled and you quickly mashed them up with the perfect amount of cream and butter. You gave the salad another toss and then started portioning it out onto some plates. The last-minute microwaved corn addition shortly followed. You were even able to get your cheesecake mixed and into the oven. The sounds of the boys' laughter and lively conversation from the next room kept you going, giving you the perfect motivation to work through the chaos in good spirits.
When the chicken finally, finally, was done, you carefully plated the last piece to your meal, drizzled the now cooled dressing onto the leafy greens, and started taking the plates out to the table.
"Dinner is served!" you announced. All your hard work, all your worries, all the messes you left behind, were now all worth it as you served the men at your table. "Prosciutto-wrapped chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed corn, and a mixed spring salad with my special mustard dressing."
All three were speechless as you set their plates before them. Wrecker even had a bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. You held back the proud feeling that was swelling in your chest at the sight of them being so mesmerized by food you had made.
"And there's a bit more, so let me know if anyone wants second helpings," you gave a little wink, even though none of them were looking at you. At least, not until you went to head back into the kitchen.
"Wait, what about you?" Wrecker asked. You turned and saw him looking after you in concern. "You're not going to eat?"
"I've got a plate in here," you waved him off. "I've got to work on the dessert next."
"Aw, boo!"
"Yeah, you should join us!" Fives agreed.
Hardcase pulled out the lonely fourth chair and patted it enthusiastically. This time you couldn't help the smile that came out of you.
"Okay, just give me a few minutes to get the dessert in the fridge first."
You worked quicker than you ever had before, getting your cheesecake set up to cool, throwing a few of the empty pots in the sink to soak, and then joining your new friends at the table to eat. The next hour went by in a blur. Glasses clanked in salute. A chorus of compliments and satisfied hums poured out between bites. Laughter bounded between the walls as stories were shared. It was the happiest you'd felt in a long time, seeing how a simple meal - okay, perhaps chaotic and messy was more accurate than simple - could so easily impress these soldiers that you yourself were in awe of.
Everything was fantastic and incredible to them. Second helpings were brought out in no time. They asked a million questions about how you were so good at cooking. Wrecker, especially, seemed to have hearts in his eyes with every bite he took.
Eventually, your cheesecake needed tending to for the final showstopper of the night. You excused yourself to work on it, and a short while later, was surprised to find someone joining you.
"Anything I can do to help?"
Wrecker had piled up all the empty plates and was setting them gently onto the one corner of the counter you hadn't reached with your mess. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
"Um..." you looked around, not sure what else there was to do other than clean up, but you couldn't possibly ask a guest to help with that. Your gaze fell on the bag of pistachios you'd almost forgotten would be part of this treat. "Oh! Can you chop those up for me?"
Wrecker seemed glad to have something to do. He was very careful to follow your instructions on how you wanted them chopped and mixed in with the apricots, jam, and orange juice you had already been preparing. Together, you worked to spoon them on top of the cheesecake.
"You really are good at all this," he said, a kind of timidness in his voice. When you looked up at him, you saw a faint blush dotting his cheeks. "Do you cook like this all the time?"
"I honestly don't," you admitted, feeling heat rise in your own cheeks. You weren't sure why you were suddenly feeling shy. "It's just me here, and it's not as fun to cook for just yourself."
"Well you're welcome to cook for me anytime!" He barked out his usual jovial chuckle and you found your breathing settle back in response. You really, truly liked him.
"I would love that, Wrecker," you smiled up at him.
"Really? Anytime?" He was testing the waters, seeing whether you were genuine or just being nice.
You gave him a playful bump of your hips in reassurance. "Yep. Any time."
Much to your delight, Wrecker would take you up on the offer as often as he was able, leading to not only some lovely nights of cooking and company, but the start of a pleasantly sweet romance....
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Hux had a strange relationship with food. He wouldn't call it a disorder because in his life everything must be in order. So rather than fix problems he preferred lying to himself. He doesn't call it lying of course. It's just... Not exactly the truth but close enough for him.
When It comes to Kylo he could eat a table if it would be well-prepared. I mean... If It was edible. Em.. Yup he just loves food. He eats a lot and he actually can cook. And he can't look at Hux eating these ration bars. Especially when he knows that this is probably his only meal for all day.
Because Hux basically lives on kaff, ration bars, stims, cigarettes and FO instant noodles when he has better days. Kylo is impressed that Hux never collapsed on the bridge because of that.
One day he cooked him a proper meal. Hux was looking at the plate on his desk.
"What is the meaning of this Ren?"
" Meaning? Its food. You know. The real one not this fake trashy bars. Sit down and eat"
Hux only rolled his eyes.
" I don't have time for nonsense "
" Oh sorry. You think it was a request?"
"Excuse me?"
"It was an order General. Sit down and eat. "
"Fuck yourself Ren."
"Well no fucking till you eat"
" You can't say that! "
" i can and i just did it. Hux .. Just try alright ? I've done it by myself... "
Hux closed his eyes and sighed. He murmured silent "fine" and sat behind the desk. He sighed again taking a fork and looking at the plate like it was going to eat him. "Okay fine" he told himself. "It's fine"
"Hux?"
"Am i talking to you Ren?"
"Um... I... Don't know ?"
"Right. Then shut up" He was good at forcing himself to do things that he actually didn't want to do. So he ate. Not a lot, but he ate. "Happy? You ignorant walking trash can?"
"Did you like it?"
" It doesn't really matter. At least not for me Ren. Can you... Leave ?"
"What?"
"Just get out" and he left. And Hux didn't know who he hated more. Kylo because he actually left him alone? The plate? Because it was still on his desk? Or himself ? Because of everything.
Kylo showed up the next day with a pack of ration bars and protein shakes. Hux looked at him silently.
"I.. i am sorry... It wasn't fair. I should have warned you and asked i ... I was just worried.. I... Brought you something that you might like better i guess ? Em... Just... Please make sure you eat more than one of these all day... "
"Ah. Is that an order Ren?"
" I already apologized, Hux. Do not make it harder. " Hux looked at the bars and took one.
" I will make sure. " He went silent again And tried not to look at Kylo" And Ren... I.. I know you are right and It wasn't bad. The meal... I just... "
" i know. Take care of yourself Hux or i will start taking care of you. And believe me you wouldn't like it"
Hux actually laughed
" I don't have any complaints about your care as far"
" Do you now...? " Kylo crossed his arms. " Should i cook you another meal?"
"I... No. At least not now. Maybe... Some day. But i wouldn't mind fucking..."
"Greedy, aren't you? " Kylo rolled his eyes and smiled.
If you are interested the "Some day" did happen. Hux was laying next to Kylo on the bed. He was eating pasta. Because it was the most similar food to instant noodles, and he knew he could somehow push It through.
" And? Is it fine?"
"Bearable."
Kylo smiled.
"No one would believe me if i said that this is an actual compliment coming from you"
" No one would also believe that you moan like a common whore but you don't brag about it, aren't you?"
" You should have listened to yourself, sweetie pie" Hux choked at the fork and glared at him angrily. But then Kylo hugged him, and he almost forgot why he was so angry. And he thought that one day he could actually enjoy this. Ren cooking for him, hugging him, smiling at him and taking care. It was strange. But bearable. And It was in fact a compliment.
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Snacking and fucking with Wrecker
Like having sex after cooking or cockwarming and eating snacks
18 + SMUT!
Little Cooking Fairy
We all know Wrecker loves food, and he needs it too. Big guy burns a lot of energy!
You like to cook? Good! But be prepared for one thing, Wrecker. He'll come into the kitchen when you're in the middle of preparing his snacks, he'll press up against you, and you'll feel his hard erection against your behind.
"Wrecker!"
He laughs softly, his huge hands roaming over your body, he steals a slice of tomato from your cutting board and quickly shoves it into his mouth before reaching under your apron and starting to pleasure you. He loves to watch you make dinner. And he loves to tease you while you do it, you could call it a kink.
He will work you until you tremble with desire, only then will he penetrate you, his thick, huge cock deep inside you. As soon as you try to move, his big, strong hands will hold you still.
"No, no little cooking fairy, don't move, just keep my cock nice and warm, mesh'la".
Your arousal is almost unbearable, your whole body is trembling and you can't relieve yourself. It's hard for you to finish the sandwiches he wants. He teases you, stroking you in between, and when you finally finish, you can barely hold yourself up.
"Done!"
That's the cue. He starts moving, fucking you at the the kitchen counter. He has to hold you because you are already a wreck. He's panting into your ears as he smacks his hips into you, growling sweet praises to his privat chef. When you both cum, you cum hard. Wrecker shortly after eats the Sandwiches in one go, his cock still inside you.
He barely swallowed the last bit as he asks, "Cyare? Can you make more?"
How is that?
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his special someone.
asahi nakiri x fem.reader
alternate title: a love letter to a lost soul.
a.n.- i'm well aware that i'm writing for a character the vast majority of the food wars fandom hates, and all i can say is i don't really care. you don't need to read this story if you hate this character, but please do not send me any hate for liking asahi nakiri despite it all, thank you.
extra notes: this story is based on asahi from the manga ending, and it's very self indulgent ♡
asahi never believed he could ever find a place where he could truly call home.
all he had ever known was the harsh reality his mother had given him, filling his soul with a darkness that couldn't be erased regardless of the many times he tried to forget.
looking back on it now, he felt shameful for not missing her even with her passing-
but in a way, he should be thankful, right?
because if it wasn't for the tragedy that befell of him, then he never would have met joichirou saiba.
he saw the man as his sole father-figure and spent most of his life chasing after him. it was childish of him, boasting about his cross knives ability as he took on the BLUE competition-
and suffered a great loss to soma yukihara.
he was told that his dishes, while euphoric in taste and execution, lacked the essence of asahi himself, whereas soma's dishes was filled with his own passion and love.
all asahi ever wanted was to feel like he belonged; that he too could make someone he loved happy with his cooking.
and at some point, he believed erina was the key to his happiness due to the anonymity surrounding his past. and in a way, he was half right. but instead of being her groom, his true identity was revealed to be as her older half brother.
despite all the trouble he put her through, erina still forgave him, giving him a place to call home while allowing him to wear the nakiri name with pride.
he had grown so much these past eight years, and was living a content life.
but that all changed the moment he met you.
he recalls that memory fondly. it was raining that afternoon, and he was stuck waiting at the train station due to the several delays. as he turned his gaze down at his watch to look at the time, he felt another presence standing beside him.
he looks over to see you, a young woman drenched from head to toe thanks to the downpour. you were shivering, and it was clear that you had forgotten your umbrella as evident from how soaked you were from the rain. you cling to your bag and held it close to your chest, murmuring about how you hoped your notes weren't too ruined.
asahi clears his throat, shrugging off the outer layer of his suit before placing it over your shoulders. you gasp and look up at him, giving him a view of your features as he felt his lips turn up slightly in a tiny smile.
she's cute. something about you seemed achingly soft to him, and he felt this strange desire to protect you. coming closer to you, he holds his umbrella over you all while chuckling, "hello, my name is asahi nakiri and i don't want you to feel alarmed. this may not help with much, but i feel bad seeing you so cold."
you shakily thank him all while introducing your own name to him, making asahi chuckle when he asks, "did you forget your umbrella?"
he watches as you nod, feeling shy when he notices that you didn't meet his gaze. "yeah, i had classes and a lab today, so i was out later than usual. the morning fooled me with the sun and mild weather."
he was suddenly aware of the station making an announcement, hearing his destination being called when he takes a hold of your hand. "come with me."
"huh? b-but i live in the opposite direction."
"it's okay, come with me, unless you want to get sick?"
this seems to wake you up when you shake your head, following him with your arms linked around his. you apologize several times for getting his suit wet, but he simply waves off your concern.
asahi couldn't explain it, but being so close to you made something melt inside of him, causing him to feel a warmth coursing through him-
like sunshine reaching all the way to his extremities.
and he refused to let this feeling go, refused to let you go.
the ride spent on the train was filled with an awkward silence. asahi insisted on standing in front of you, protecting you from the crowd of the train and their lingering gaze on your soaked form. keeping his hand against the train's window, he presses his body in front of yours, shielding you from the crowd as he whispers against your damp hair, "relax, i'll keep you safe."
luckily, the ride didn't last long, and you arrived at his stop within 15 minutes. he continues to hold the umbrella over you, not caring that half of his body was getting wet in the process as he lead you back to his apartment.
by the time you reach his apartment, you were shivering, teeth clattering as your wet clothes clung to your body. asahi quickly gave you several plush towels and urges you into his bathroom, promising to hand you some of his clothes to wear and to focus on warming up with a hot bath.
you follow his commands all while thanking him before locking yourself in. when asahi hears the faucet run, his mind began to race when he rummages through his closet for something you can wear, settling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts.
folding his clothes in front of the bathroom for you, his next mission was now to cook the perfect meal for you to help with warming you up.
he didn't want to overwhelm you with a hot pot, so maybe he could make some ramen?
immediately, his mind thought up of the perfect ingredients as he worked on putting together the perfect bowl of ramen for you.
the broth was carefully simmered as he cut thin slices of pork, adding together a variety of spices while chopping up some scallions. the noodles were boiled to perfection as he worked on assembling the perfect bowl for you.
the soft sounds of footsteps catches his attention as asahi looks back to greet you-
only to have his words caught in his throat upon seeing your gentle beauty.
something about you made his heart clench painfully, and he couldn't deny how shy he felt seeing you in his clothes. you looked so soft, so inviting to him that he began to tremble.
he was becoming so flustered, yet you didn't seem to notice as a dreamy expression paints your features. "what smells so good?"
ah, the ramen.
asahi clears his throat and beckons you over to the kitchen counter where his ramen for you was settled. he went into great detail describing it, using words you didn't quite understand but appreciated nonetheless.
"thank you for this meal." you softly whisper before taking the first bite with your chopsticks.
the taste was overwhelming to you, sending you straight to heaven as the melody of flavors danced within your mouth. in just one bite alone, you felt the prior coldness of your body melt away. you felt so warm, so loved that tears began streaming from your eyes.
"it's good, it's really good." even with the tears streaming down your face, you continue slurping up the ramen noodles, earning a gentle smile from asahi himself.
he leans across the table, admiring your cute face and the way you cried over his ramen. he reaches out a hand to you to wipe away at your tears, "it's so good that it makes you cry?"
"mhmm, i can taste the love you put into this ramen. it feels like home, nakiri."
what your cooking lack is the very essence that makes up who you are. all i feel is an emptiness beneath the carefully made layers of your dish.
what you're searching for, you'll get even without worrying about it.
asahi was dumbfounded, attempting to hide his blush from beneath his hands as he watches you with awe. here you were, someone who was nothing short of a complete stranger to him, actively enjoying something he made. your blissful expression was beautiful to him, and he found himself wanting to elicit even more responses from you with his cooking alone.
his heart suddenly froze as realization hit him.
he had finally found someone he wanted to cook for; someone he wanted to dedicate the entirety of his life's dishes to-
and the fact made him smile.
that was how your first meeting went, with you showing him your clean bowl and thanking him for the delicious meal. he asked you out then, not wanting to lose you for even a second-
now, three years later, you were still together, going strong as asahi kept spoiling you with his cooking. he found it endearing how you got so mad at him, telling him "i'm gonna start gaining so much weight at the rate that you're feeding me, asahi!"
and each time you told him your concerns, he would simply kiss away your fears and reassure you that you would always be beautiful to him regardless of your size.
after all, you were his heart and soul. asahi would be nothing without you-
and he was ready to finally admit just how much you meant to him.
he watches you while you slept, completely unaware of the plans he had for you when morning came. in fact, it made him so nervous that he truly couldn't sleep at all.
for hidden deep within the confines of his drawers was a tiny velvet box and a gorgeous ring he had picked specifically for you, his queen.
with a whisper of your name, asahi pulls you to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he silently vowed to give you all of his forevers-
that all you had to do was say yes, and he'll make you the happiest woman alive.
final note: i love him i love him i love him i love him !!!!
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
#asahi nakiri x reader#asahi nakiri x you#asahi nakiri x y/n#asahi nakiri fluff#asahi saiba x reader#asahi saiba x you#asahi saiba x y/n#asahi saiba fluff#shokugeki no soma x reader#shokugeki no souma x reader#asahi nakiri#asahi saiba#food wars x reader#food wars imagines#.stories
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Hermione takes Harry home for Shabbat dinner with her Polish Jewish family (on her mom's side) so much that he's able to make Polish dishes that rival her mother and bubby's. Their kids grow up addicted to their dad's kosher pierogi, gołąbki (cabbage rolls), and pomidorowa (tomato soup).
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On screen, a movie about a giant toddler with laser eyes was playing. The giant babe was walking through a replica of New York city, stomping and destroying the miniature town. The editing of the movie made it almost believable, but Atreus knew better, but it was still enjoyable, so he continued watching, snuggling closer to his sleeping father that lay beside him on the couch.
Atreus wished that sometimes he too could wreck anything that got in his way, destroy the sickness that left his body weak, protect his fathers and defend his friends from the horror’s of the world. He knew that his father would find these thoughts childish so he didn’t dare voice them, but Atreus still wanted to.
His father rumbled behind him, shifting about to get comfortable, Atreus was already comfortable, so he had no need to move, although he was glad they had such a large couch. It helped when Fenrir, Sveki, and Svana wanted to lay with Atreus. The giant wolves took up much of the couch space, but Atreus always still had room to himself.
“You should be trying to sleep, lad,” Mimir voiced from the doorway to the kitchen, smiling lazily at Atreus.
“Not tired.” Atreus replied, continuing to stare onward at the TV that hung on the wall in front of him.
“Sleep boy.” Kratos grumbled, his voice even deeper from the lingering touches of sleep.
“Can I go get Hati?” Atreus whispered back, waiting until Kratos grunted in agreement before he hopped off the sofa and ran to his room, snatching a soft looking wolf plush off of his bed and heading back to the living room.
He laid down once again beside his father, turning his attention to the screen in front of him, the wolf plush held tightly in his arms.
Atreus slept easily after that, waking up in the morning to be greeted by the smell of pancakes.
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I might have said he died but I just can't stop writing him. I've got more coming so hold your horses. And remember! I'm happy to take requests, any of them!
#unexplained writing#drink lots of water#eat good food#get some sleep#and have a good day!#gow atreus#god of war atreus#atreus#god of war kratos#gow kratos#kratos#god of war mimir#gow mimir#mimir#fluff
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I swear, every time I'm about to binge read, the Tiniest Councilor will always be the first of everything. I've scoured Tumblr and found the author who did Name and Soul (Plo and young Boba) as well as the Sheep Song (Jango/Boba Ghost fic), but I can't find Quiet_Shadow.
I can't die and not thank this person for always being the reason why I get over most of my stressy depressy days because the fic is just too adorable to not read. I've read this probably about a hundred times, no joke.
So if any of y'all know who the author is and if they are on Tumblr, please. Send them my way. Send me their way. The amount of gratitude I have needs to be unrepressed.
#♝#plo koon#the tiniest councilor#ahsoka tano#mace windu#just jedi things#Quiet_Shadow#ao3#fluff#absolute wholesome goodness#food for my goddamn soul#star wars
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I missed you
featuring . . . TSUKASA EISHI
includes . . . a little bit of angst and fluff <3
notes . . . so i’m currently watching food wars and i have fallen in love with multiple characters, including tsukasa. but unfortunately theres not a lot of tsukasa x reader oneshots/headcannons on tumblr (i read them all) so im making my own
It had been a week since you last heard from Tsukasa. Of course, you couldn’t be mad at him, he was the number one seat on the ten after all. He had a lot of responsibilities he needed to take care of. But you couldn’t help but feel like he was avoiding you.
When it came to your relationship with Tsukasa, you were very insecure. You were nowhere near his level of cooking. And his many fan girls across Totsuki Academy never failed to remind you of that. Their whispers haunt you in the dead of night, your lack of sleep prominent to those in your dorm due to the bags under your eyes.
Tsukasa was always a bundle of nerves when it came to your insecurities, rambling to try and make you feel better, and it always worked. You always found it endearing how he never failed to try and make you feel better even though he could never find the right words. But you felt guilty for making him have to deal with it.
Your friends tried to reassure you that Tsukasa cared about you and would never think you were annoying for needing reassurance. But it never worked. A week without Tsukasa was a long time, and without his nervous rambling, or calm and collected exterior, you felt like you were falling apart.
The gossip around school only seemed to increase after seeing you without Tsukasa for so long.
“Did they finally break up”
“Thank god, Tsukasa deserves better than her”
“She would just hold him back”
You tried not to blame him, you really did. But, your mind needed someone to take the blame, so you had to point your finger at him.
It was his fault he was gone so long
His fault for your lack of sleep
His fault
His fault
His fault
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Tsukasa has been piled up with paperwork the past week and has had no time to get away. Rindo hasn’t been helping since she pushed all her paperwork onto him so she could go eat some more food.
He has had no time to think about anything else but his council duties and paperwork, and it was exhausting. He would pull all-nighters just so he could finish up the paperwork faster and get a good night's sleep once he was finished.
As of now, all the council members were having a meeting, making sure everyone had made progress on their work. But everyone had gotten sidetracked after Ishiki asked a question.
“Have any of you heard the rumors about Y/n going around”
His innocent smile unwavering as he waited for everyone's reactions.
Tsukasa perked up at this. Y/n, he forgot about y/n. Everyone was staring at him at this point, having already heard the rumors going around.
They could see his anxiety slowly sky rocketing. He knew how you could get after being away for so long. You needed him by your side to reassure you that everything was going amazing in your relationship. It may seem like this would get annoying, but it never did.
Tsukasa knew your insecurities about your relationship were for good reason, this school was full of jealous monsters who attacked anything in their way. And what was in their way right now, was you.
“Oh no Y/n”
Tsukasa started nervously shaking in his chair, thinking of the outburst you would have once he went to see you.
Rindo quickly got up from her seat, and pulled Tsukasa out of his chair, slapping him on the back.
“You better hurry up Tsukasa before Y/n breaks up with you”
Rindo laughed as she tried to get Tsukasa to leave and go visit you.
But this only spiked Tsukasa’s anxiety as he waved his arms around
“Do you really think she’s going to break up with me”
Rindo rolled her eyes and pushed Tsukasa towards the door.
“Just go already”
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Back at the dorms, you were hauled up in your room, too tired to see anyone. Your mind was reeling a mile a minute, all you wanted right now was Tsukasa.
“Y/n, you need to eat something, we have food for you downstairs”
Someone said as they knocked on your door, your mind too foggy to make out the voice.
“I'm not hungry right now but thanks”
You didn’t bother waiting for their reply, as you stared back out the window you were sitting next to.
As you lean your head against the window, the thoughts plaguing your mind silencing, you begin to fall asleep, and the only thing you can think about was how much you wanted Tsukasa to cuddle you right now.
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Tsukasa had arrived at your dorm out of breath. Pushing past the dorm members that were bombarding him with questions.
Running up the stairs and to the front of your room door he finally stopped to catch his breath.
The reason he was here and the situation he put himself in seemed to hit him like a truck as the guilt passed through him like a bullet.
He hadn’t come to visit you in a week, leaving you to deal with all the whispering of his annoying fan girls. Tsukasa knew he had a good reason and tried to reassure himself that it was okay because he was busy, but when it came to you and how you must have been feeling through all of this, he just couldn’t calm his nerves.
Before he could process what he was doing, he had opened the dorm to your room, and was greeted with a beautiful sight.
You were seated by the window, your legs pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees, and your head leaning on the window. Your hair was slightly over your face, and the setting sun hit just right on your skin.
Tsukasa was speechless, at times like these, he felt like you deserved better than him. You were gorgeous and funny, you were surrounded with people you loved, and although you hadn’t noticed, you had guys lining up for their turn to ask you out.
He was a nervous, anxious reck that obviously couldn’t satisfy your needs. Tsukasa was in this situation after all.
The noise of the door opening had woken you up. When you turned to see Tsukasa standing by the door lost in thought, your eyes welled up with tears. The anger you felt towards him for being gone for a week had vanished, and all that was left was happiness.
You missed him.
You jumped from your seat and ran towards him, arms wrapping around his torso, and burying your face in his chest.
Tsukasa was beyond shocked by the affection, expecting a scolding from you for being gone, or you shouting at him. He hadn’t prepared an apology speech, but he was hoping his nervous ranting would get him through it.
He was relieved this was your reaction. He wasted no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing his other hand to the back of your head to push your head further into his chest. You nuzzling further into his warmth.
“I'm sorry”
He whispered repeatedly, hoping that this was enough to make up for his absence.
You could feel him shaking against your body. You felt guilty that you blamed him for something he couldn’t control. You knew Tsukasa, and he would never purposely do something like this to you.
“It’s ok Tsukasa, it's not your fault”
You rubbed a hand up and down his back, the comfort and soothing touch relieving Tsukasa of his worries.
“I still didn’t tell you I'd be gone for so long”
His head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.
“It’s ok, you’re here now”
The rest of the day was filled with cuddles and gentle caresses.
#tsukasa eishi#eishi tsukasa#tsukasa eishi x reader#tsukasa x reader#food wars#food wars x reader#food wars fluff#food wars angst#food wars imagines#shokugeki no souma x reader#shokugeki no soma#one shot
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tell me, why does home taste like you?
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Summary: Souma finds himself wondering what to do after Central decides to shut Polar Star down for good. A one-shot that takes place the night before the shokugeki with Eizan, in season 3.
“I can’t stand it!”
“Yuuki?”
“I don’t want the dorm to close! I want to stay here.. and cook with everyone, just like we used to!”
Yukihira Souma stared out the window of his room in uncharacteristic silence as he pondered the events of the past two days.
A new director, Nakiri Azami, had taken over and imposed a mandatory shutdown of all the clubs and research societies not directly approved by the also new student-run organisation, Central, that had replaced the Elite Ten. That included the Polar Star Dormitory, since it was technically housing students on school grounds. Naturally Tōtsuki students had contested this the way they had contested everything– through numerous declarations of shokugekis, though that might be extremely short-lived if what they’d seen on TV today was any indication.
Biased votes were one thing, but simply refusing to eat the opposing contestant’s food? That was a low blow, even for this pompous, gourmet-worshipping establishment.
Souma let out a frustrated sigh and struck his fist against the window pane with a thump; only ten days left to vacate the place.. no, there had to be something he could do. Surely Isshiki-senpai would have some idea, he was two seats higher on the Elite 10 than Eizan was; not to mention he was more attached to the dorm than any of them, but they hadn’t seen Isshiki Satoshi around at all lately– maybe Central had their claws in him too.
Souma rose and decided to head down to the kitchen; cooking always helped him take his mind off things in the past, maybe inspiration would strike him while he was at it. Turning the key, he slipped out of room 303 and down the staircase, careful not to wake anyone while he was at it- sleep would be a luxury they couldn’t afford soon- but when the entrance to the kitchen loomed in front of him his feet turned the corner and took him out to the lobby instead. Fumio-san had always imposed a 1:00 a.m. curfew for as long as he’d been here, often to deter young delinquent chefs like him from sneaking out to get groceries at the dead of night, but today the front door was unlocked without a care. This dorm business must be getting to her too.
Souma walked out into the cold night air and prayed it wouldn’t rain.
The sky was cloudier today, no doubt a result of the bad weather they’d been having all week, but a sliver of white moon shone brightly in the sky, surrounded by a smattering of tiny stars. He would miss this view. Souma held out his arm like he was trying to catch the faint light in his palm and hold it with him forever.
The memory came to him then, swift and unforgiving.
“Hey.. Pops?”
“What is it, Souma?”
“What did this dorm mean to you anyway?”
Jōichirō had smiled in the way he always did when he didn’t intend on answering Souma’s question.
“It was fun.. A place where we could all freely experience each other’s cooking.”
Souma looked up to find himself wandering Isshiki’s garden, he’d ended up tracing the usual path they took every other morning, navigating his way between the leafy crop and the fenced tomatoes. He crouched down beside the cabbages and stared deeply into the dirt, like he’d find some kind of answer from the worms crawling around.
This was stupid, he thought peevishly as the worm crawled up his shoe; honestly, this whole school was stupid. What kind of dumb, holier-than-thou elitist thought that removing extracurriculars would bring the school closer to better cooking– no correct cooking? The right way of doing things. He reminded Souma of his daughter to the T, but it was actually the other way around now, wasn’t it.
Souma frowned as he flicked the worm off. Erina had internalised her father’s teachings so deeply that she’d probably built her personality around rejecting anything Azami didn’t approve of– but he wasn’t ready to unpack all that. Especially not the previous director, Nakiri Senzaemon, showing up at the dorm in order to beg for his help.
“Pops would know what to do,” he said quietly to no one in particular; it was true. His six-foot-three, ever-aggravating, cooking prodigy of a father always had the solution to any problem, no matter what life threw at him. If only he was around to actually give him the advice he needed.
Souma flicked open his phone screen and pressed the redial button; the phone rang once, twice, and then–
“Hello-”
“Pops?”
“-you’ve reached Yukihira.. if it’s urgent please leave a message. Not you though, Gin.”
Voicemail, as usual. He sighed and made his way to the workshop next.
Though it was technically rented, everyone in the dorm had affectionately dubbed it Shun’s Workshop, since every time Shun disappeared, which was often, there was about a ninety percent chance you’d find him here.
Souma ran his fingers along the grooves and etchings of the handmade table and inhaled the faint smell of smoke. Eizan would probably tear this place down too, the bastard. This, the garden, Ryōko’s lab, Yuuki’s farm pens; and he’d do it without a second thought.
He could see his senior’s smug face in front of him, clear as day. What’s the matter Yukihira.. finally accepted defeat?
Souma pressed his hands against his face and tried his best not to scream. This school may be stupid and skewed but his friends didn’t deserve this. They were all talented chefs who’d worked hard to get to where they were, and if there was one thing good about this backwards institution, it was that they could all come back home and rant about it together.
He blinked away tears.
Home.
How long had it been since he’d called anywhere home?
They used to live in the suburbs near his school, but after his mother died, Souma and his dad had moved into the apartment above Yukihira’s instead. The closest he could come to it was probably the diner itself, he’d spent nearly all his long nights in its kitchens, often sleeping over when his father was away on business trips. Kiyo-san used to come by to babysit occasionally, much to his chagrin, and his middle school friends had loved to watch him cook free food but hardly anyone had seen him out of its four walls.
The Polar Star Dormitory was a strong contender too, if he was being honest. Even though the place was huge, with fifty bedrooms and an endless square footage of land that encompassed even a lake, he’d never really felt alone here.
There was always someone in the kitchens, or the garden. Isshiki-senpai would pop out from the built in Ceiling Area (how did he get up there in the first place?) or whisper suspiciously into the speaking tubes that ran through the whole building; Yuuki’s wild game would escape her room at least once a week and turn the place into NatGeo; and they would receive fire hazard notices on a regular basis because of Shun’s ‘creative directions’.
The noise and laughter was often infectious and Souma had begun to rely on it to get him through the week. They’d barely made it through their gruelling Stagiaires and the Moon Banquet Festival in the last few months, but the dorm had always been here, steady and constant as its matron, ready to welcome them back with open arms and a warm meal.
Souma checked his phone and swore under his breath. A matron who’d most likely locked him out by now. No matter how much Megumi vouched for it, he had no intention of spending the night in the barn.
Souma turned and ran back to the main door, relieved to find it still open, quietly shook off his shoes and padded his way up the polished stairwell.
He was about to go into his room when a small creak caught his attention. The door to the room next to his was slightly ajar - Was Tadokoro awake? - hinges fallen victim to the breeze he’d let into the house when he’d come in.
Souma hesitated before gently nudging it open to find moonlight spilling through the windows and illuminating a room identical to his, save for a figure curled on the bed, her dark blue tresses like ink on the white sheets and eyes that were very clearly shut tight.
He knew he should close the door, knew he should leave her to rest instead of bothering her with his dumb feelings, but his feet remained rooted to the spot. He waited a few seconds and then–
“Tadokoro,” he whispered softly, not moving from the doorway, “Are you asleep?”
“Mmm?” The girl replied, turning the other way and jostling the blanket in the process.
Of course she’s asleep, you idiot, he berated himself, Just like you should be if you’re going to wake up tomorrow and figure out what to do.
“Soum.. Hah.. Souma-kun?” Megumi said, yawning. She’d turned back around and cracked open one eye blearily to find the redheaded boy looking at her guiltily, unable to move from his place at the door.
“Are ya.. alright?”
“Uhm.. yeah. All good here. Sorry I disturbed you. I was just checking to make sure, y’know.. stuff.” He finished lamely, looking anywhere but her eyes.
Megumi blinked a few times, sensing the lie, and then pulled the covers off one corner of the bed to make room for him.
“S’okay..” She patted the empty space beside her like an invitation.
“What’s wrong?”
Souma reluctantly shuffled in but sat at foot of the bed frame instead.
If her mother were here, Megumi knew she’d be on the receiving end of the worst scolding of her life and she’d deserve it too. A boy in her room in the dead of night, it was so far from proper that she might as well be digging herself an early grave, but she was barely awake and her senses had dulled everything into a dream-like quality.
Dim light flickered through the window and highlighted the panes of Souma’s face, the steady curve of his nose, his sharp jaw and the slightly puckered scar on his left eyebrow. Except those eyebrows were now furrowed in a mixture of concern and frustration.
She waited for him to say something but he simply stared at the mattress in front of him intently, like he was burning a hole through it with his eyes. Megumi reached out an arm to pet his hair, but his hand caught it first and unconsciously threaded his fingers through hers as he looked up at her.
“Tadokoro,” he began, looking at their intertwined hands like they were the most normal thing in the world, “I’m scared.”
Megumi opened her eyes a little more. It had been hard to see before, but the red rimmed eyes and the faint spots of wetness on his tracksuit spelled out that he’d been crying.
“S’okay,” she soothed again, trying not to think too much about why the strongest person she knew at this school was holding her hand like he was about to break.
“We all get scared sometimes, Souma-kun. You don’t hafta be strong all the time.”
He closed his eyes like he was absorbing her words, like he was letting them sink into his skin.
“I mean look at me,” she smiled sleepily, her accent running rampant, “Ah’m always scared, panickin’ like a cricket in fishin’ season. But Ah’m still here, aint I?”
Souma snorted, slipping his hand out of hers just as quickly, and clutched his stomach to keep himself from laughing.
“Ah’m.. still.. cricket..” He choked out, unable to form the words as he nearly toppled back. Megumi stopped smiling when she saw his reaction.
“Souma-kun, don’t tease!” She mumbled into her pillow mortified as he snickered again.
“Tadokoro! What do you take me for? I would never,” he vowed as he proceeded to do just that.
“Ah’m as serious as can be– serious as a ‘ard ‘addack.”
“Oh, you’re terrible.” Megumi moped, hiding her face under the covers. The laughter faded and she peeked one eye out to see Souma staring right past her.
It was nothing new, she’d seen him zone out plenty of times, but it seemed different this time. Sadder somehow. He was probably driving himself crazy trying to figure out how to postpone their early eviction, a very Souma-like thing to do, but even she knew that it was too much to hope for a breakthrough. Eizan-senpai had rigged the shokugeki as he would no doubt do again and again, if there was anyone left to challenge him that is. The performance today may have broken most, if not all their spirits.
“Souma-kun?” His eyes slid to her face on cue but they were still a million miles away.
“Don’t worry about the dorm okay.. we’ll figure something out.”
“Mhm.” He nodded vacantly, still lost in thought.
She wished she could bring him back with words alone, but that had never worked with Souma. Apart from challenging him to a shokugeki on the spot, she doubted many things could get through the bubble of pressure he’d locked himself in. Poor, selfless Souma-kun, she thought. It must be hard to constantly be protecting.
Megumi didn’t know when she’d begun noticing the changes but once she had she couldn’t stop.
Souma’s hair grown longer over the summer, the unruliness almost endearing now, and his face had gotten leaner. The shadows under his eyes were darker than she’d remembered, he was barely getting any sleep before, and she’d caught a glimpse of a few more burn marks on his hand than last time. No doubt from the stone oven they’d used at the Moon Banquet Festival. He’d been so insistent about not using gloves too– its gotta to feel authentic, Tadokoro.
She looked up to see that Souma had gone back to glaring at the floor now, brows scrunched together like he could simply will a solution into existence.
Without thinking, Megumi reached out her arm again and this time, gently traced the scar on his eyebrow with her thumb. To her surprise, he leaned into the touch, the fog in his eyes clearing as her warm hand cupped his cheek, and lazily drew over the edges of the wound. The dreamy quality of the night returned and she could feel herself emboldened by its ambience.
“Souma-kun?”
“Mm?” He intoned, his eyes drooping. She paused for a second.
“Your scar is cool.”
“Hm?” He was awake again.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, she scolded, withdrawing her hand in absolute shame. She could’ve said anything in that moment but she went with ‘your scar is cool’? Kami-sama– why, why am I like this?
Souma gave her a strange look and then cracked a grin.
“Isn’t it? It’s actually an incredible story.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I got it fighting off a customer actually. He was trying to leave without paying.”
Megumi gave him a disbelieving look and he pretended to sulk.
“You don’t believe me.” he huffed, offended.
“I didn’t say that, Souma-kun.”
“He had a knife, Tadokoro. A knife.”
“A tiny knife?” She asked, suppressing a smile.
“Kick me while I’m down, why don’t you.” He grumbled halfheartedly, turning his back to her.
She watched him, absent-mindedly counting the freckles on back of his neck; one, two, fifteen in total, and resisted the urge to connect them into tiny constellations. A few seconds of comfortable silence passed, and then..
“Tadokoro?” He said, still not looking at her.
“Yeah?”
“Why’d you stick around?”
“Souma-kun?”
“At the Moon Banquet Festival.”
“O-Oh,” she felt her anxiety kick in, trickling into her chest like in a steady stream, “I’m sorry if I held you back Souma-kun, I was just.. just trying to help.. I..“
“What! No that’s not what I– Tadokoro. Tadokoro.”
Megumi made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a sob and tried to bury her head back under the blanket so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in her eyes. Souma wouldn’t let her off so easily and tried his level best to pull her back out. After two full minutes of pulling, he admitted defeat and turned back around.
“I meant–” he began, giving the blanket a sideways glance, “–when everything was going wrong, why’d you stay? I didn’t even put your name on the application form y’know. You wouldn’t have gotten expelled, if you left.”
She said nothing.
Just when Souma thought she’d fallen asleep, the weight on the bed shifted and Megumi sat down on the floor beside him, setting the blanket over both of their shoulders as she did so. Her eyes were clear and bright, no sign of exhaustion in them.
“Don’t be silly Souma-kun,” she said matter-of-factly, “I woulda gotten expelled months ago, if it weren’t for you.”
“This isn’t like–“
“–at camp.” She nodded as she drew her knees to her chest and hugged them.
“That was about justice, Tadokoro. You didn’t deserve to be failed over a mistake he’d made.”
“There is no justice in Tōtsuki, Souma-kun.” Megumi looked at him strangely, as though he should’ve figured this out by now. He opened his mouth to correct her but no words came out. She was right. This was a school where students could simply be expelled over a subpar dish and the teachers wouldn’t bat an eyelash.
“And besides,” she continued, looking away, “It wasn’t like that at all. You coulda given up on me too, but you didn’t.”
“If I had been better, we could’ve beaten him,” Souma admitted sheepishly, crossing his arms, “It wasn’t supposed to be your battle to fight.”
Megumi laughed, much to his embarrassment, and subtly scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I wish I’d seen Shinomiya-senpai’s face when you walked into his restaurant,” she said finally, a small smile on her face, “For the Stagiaire.”
Now it was Souma’s turn to laugh as he remembered his mentor’s disgruntled expression.
“Oh man, I thought he was going to strangle me on the spot,” he recounted excitedly, “Hey, remember that time he fired someone at camp for wearing scented shampoo?”
“Souma-kun, you didn’t.” Megumi looked like she was switching between impressed and horrified at his blatant disregard for his own well-being. He flashed her a wicked grin.
“And the best part was–“
“–Souma-kun!” She interrupted, scandalised.
“The best part was-“ Souma repeated, like what he’d done wasn’t pure madness, “- he didn’t even notice, Tadokoro. I’m starting to think that camp was just an excuse for them to have us do free labour so they wouldn’t have to feed all those people.”
“Honestly, I didn’t mind it that much,” she confessed, looking down at her hands, “It made me feel good to know that people were enjoying my food.”
“For free,” he chided, but didn’t try to correct her, “I get where you’re coming from though. Giving out samples was the only part of the Moon Banquet Festival that was actually fun.”
“It reminded me of the time I spent with the old man, back home, before he kept pulling his disappearing act.”
“Oh. Were you alone a lot?”
Souma turned to find Megumi looking at him with something like concern in her eyes and backtracked immediately.
“Uh.. yeah, but not really though. It was all good.. it toughened me up y’know? Now I’m tough as a rock..” He could feel his ears burning and hoped she wouldn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was Tadokoro pitying him when he was supposed to be the one getting them out of this hopeless situation.
“You’re very tough, Souma-kun,” she promised, placing her hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “You challenged the Eight Seat of the Elite Ten to a shokugeki.”
“And a whole lot of good that did us.” He sighed and put his hand over hers. Megumi looked startled by the action, but didn’t pull away.
“Stupid Eizan probably doesn’t even know how to cook.” Souma sulked again, resorting to childish snubs.
“Sure. That’s how Eizan-senpai qualified to be a part of the best ten in a cooking school. Through consulting.” She replied wryly, only half-kidding.
“Yeah you’re right,” he nodded, cupping his chin with his hand, “Still, it feels like he’s got some kind of grudge against this place. You think he didn’t pass Fumio-san’s test or something?”
“Maybe,” Megumi shrugged, pushing away the memory of her initial months of middle school where she herself had fallen victim and slept in the barn, “I do feel bad for Nakiri-san, though.”
“Nakiri?”
He gawked at her like she’d grown two wings and transformed into one of Yuuki’s chickens.
“She won’t have anywhere to hide if the dorm closes,” she explained, much to his bemusement, “She must be feeling terrible about this whole thing.”
“Tadokoro,” Souma turned to her seriously, clasping her arm in his. The one with the scarf, she would’ve noticed, if she weren’t so alarmed. His sudden move took her aback and she found herself pressed against the bed-frame, looking at him with wide eyes as he leaned in closer.
“S-Souma-kun?” He paused, gold eyes flashing.
“Worry about yourself, for once.”
“I’m worried about myself everyday,” she countered, quailing a little under the intensity in his gaze.
“A-And anyway. I can probably find some housing on campus with Yuuki-chan and Ryōko-chan. It might be expensive but if we split the rent I’m sure we can manage.”
“Huh.”
Souma let go of her and crossed his arms again, opting to look at the ceiling instead. He was irritated, that much she could tell. Megumi wasn’t sure what to do at first, in all their time together he’d never really gotten mad at her; so she simply rested her head on her knees and absentmindedly began drawing the ‘person’ kanji (人) on the polished floorboards next to her.
After a few moments she heard him murmur something under his breath.
“You’ve given up too, haven’t you, Tadokoro?”
She stopped mid-way; the words cut deeper than they should have.
He wasn’t wrong. Megumi had spent the whole day helping the Regional Cuisine Research Society pack away their props and recipe books into a school certified lockers; they were forced to donate everything they’d gathered to a local library as soon as possible.
There had been many a breakdown over a paper lantern or a lovingly written essay and whatever little hope she’d hoarded chipped away as the day went by, slowly, steadily; piece by painful piece, until it became clear that there was no way out of this predicament at all. It was either this or guaranteed expulsion, and Megumi didn’t know which one she’d be more ashamed to tell her mother about.
“There’s nothing we can do, Souma-kun.” She said finally, blinking back tears, “Sometimes.. sometimes the world just ain’t right and we just.. we gotta.. get on with it.”
“If that bastard would fight fair, then I know I could take him. We could win.”
His words sounded empty, even to him, like he’d finally run out of confidence and she felt the unspoken question between them grow and swallow her thoughts as the night dragged on– was it still possible to save the dorm?
After an incredibly saturated silence Souma released a puff of breath and adjusted the blanket around their shoulders, pulling her a little closer.
He didn’t want to spend one of his last nights here fighting with his best friend, over something stupid. A delicious warmth enveloped her and Megumi caved into the feeling, resting her head on his chest now, his arm encircling her waist.
“Ryōko-chan said something to me once,” she began, stifling a yawn as the fatigue crept up on her. Souma peeked at her through shuttering eyelids, his own body starting to call it a night.
“She said ‘I didn’t notice it before but Yukihira-kun gets this funny look in his eyes when he’s cooking, like he’s some kind of magician, waiting for you to figure out his trick.’”
“She’s too.. too nice..” He trailed off, trying his best to stay awake.
“Yeah.. but that’s when I realised, Souma-kun.”
“Realised what?”
“Why I liked your cooking so much.”
Souma opened one eye and glanced at her but Megumi had nearly succumbed to sleep, nestled into him like a perfect puzzle piece.
“It’s like.. a little bit of magic.. every.. day..”
It was then that Yukihira Souma made his decision.
Dawn came, quiet and relentless, the first rays of sun washing over room 302 determined to catch the couple in the act, but all they found was a girl huddled under the covers, blue hair spilling out like ink, fast asleep like she’d never been woken at all.
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The next day...
“I’m back!”
The residents of Polar Star Dormitory dropped their makeshift weapons and garden hoses to see a redheaded boy walking through the wrought-iron gates, his smile blinding in light of the evening sun.
Tadokoro Megumi didn’t know when she’d begun crying but as the boy was ambushed by his dorm members with shouts of “You idiot!”, “You left to protect us on your own!” and “That was too reckless, Yukihira.”, it felt like fireworks were going off in her chest every time she took a breath.
“We were all so worried,” she said quietly, the words lost in the general hubbub that surrounded him, but she didn’t mind.
Yukihira Souma glanced at her then, smiling even brighter than before, and for a second it felt like they were the only two people in the entire world.
Tadokoro, what did you think of my magic show? His eyes seemed to say, glinting mischievously as a lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth.
You won’t ever listen, will you, Souma-kun? She smiled right back, wiping away the leftover tears on her cheeks, and hurrying down the steps.
“Not just reckless, that was stupid and irresponsible and the worst decision you could have made-“
“My bad, my bad,” he laughed, taking their scolding with good sportsmanship, as he held out an arm in surrender. He played it off well, but Megumi could see the tiredness that radiated from him; the slight slump of his shoulders, the shadows under his eyes. Souma had gone in without a plan, with barely a recipe, betting everything he had left on a shot at proving their worth, and it had taken its toll.
“But seriously.. Thank you, thank you, Yukihira..” Yuuki bawled finally, holding onto Ryōko for dear life as the stress of the day finally caught up to her. The shokugeki challenge, fighting off thugs, saving the dorm; this whole debacle was like something out of a manga.
The corners of his eyes crinkled fondly as he watched Ryōko scold her friend and Yuuki in turn scold Marui for breaking his glasses, finally relaxing as the weight he’d been carrying around for a week released its hold on his heart. Polar Star was theirs. Everyone was safe. He’d pulled off yet another trick– out of luck or sheer audacity, this time, he didn’t want to know.
Megumi took another step forward sensing him slip away again, but he didn’t seem to notice- his mind already moving onto the next question, the next duel, the next everything. What would happen now that he’d won? Who was left to help? He hadn’t heard back from Hayama about the seminar either– had his friend run into some kind of trouble?
Souma’s hand involuntarily tightened on the strap of his bag as he thought about all that was left to do, and she watched him carefully, noticing the way his half-smile dimmed in the span of a few seconds. She couldn’t help but recall the conversation they’d had the night before; how he’d looked almost hurt when she’d admitted she’d lost all hope. It was that same look that had spurred her to take a stance against the fifty thugs that had ambushed the dorm.
Megumi wanted to tell Souma about the siege first, or how they’d defended their dorm against all odds, borrowing baseball bats and shields from Polar Star’s collection of Golden Era memorabilia; she wanted to grab him by the shoulders and berate him for taking on the Ninth Seat of the elite Ten to save her, to save all of them– but some tiny part of her inherently knew what the redhead chef had been waiting to hear all day.
“Souma-kun?”
Souma looked up, eyes clearing as he took her in: the helmet in her arm gleaming proudly as the last rays of sunlight bounced against it and illuminated her soft smile. A warm feeling wrapped itself around his chest like a pair of arms, holding tight enough that he wouldn’t fall– promising him that it was finally time to rest.
He blinked as he glanced around at his friends, their faces flushed gratitude, each one of them fired up to take on whatever Central had in store for the future; the faint spark of hope they’d once lost reignited into a roaring flame– and then back to Megumi, her gold eyes shining with something neither of them were brave enough to name.
“Welcome home.”
#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ao3 fic#justminawrites#shokugeki no souma#shokugeki no soma fanfic#shokugeki#soma yukihira#megumi tadokoro#Souma Megumi#somegu#yukihiria souma x Tadokoro Megumi#Tadokoro Megumi x Yukihira Souma#domestic fluff#food wars: shokugeki no souma#yukihira souma#Tadokoro Megumi#Yoshino Yuuki#Friends to Lovers#these two deserved to be endgame#Megumi's accent is everything#Idiots in Love#one shot
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Soma Yukihara x Reader
The red head was quick as he dashed about the kitchen, it was his wife's birthday, and she would be back from a shopping trip with her friends soon. He had decided to make her a special dinner, both were capable cooks and took turns making dinner but tonight he pulled out all the stops and made her favorite foods. Really it was more like a feast, they'd be eating leftovers for a little bit, but he didn't mind. All the windows were open to let out the excess heat, this also allowed him to hear his wife's car door close as he was setting the last dish on the table. The crimson haired male was quick to open the door, although tired he was excited to celebrate with her. "Welcome home birthday girl~"
He was greeted by the bright smile of his (H/c) haired wife, several bags hanging from her arms. "Thank you love... The house smells great." She peaked around him to see the table full of food, the demonic roar of her stomach making her lover laugh. "I made all your favorites, why don't you set those in the room and get comfortable while I clean up. After we eat, I'll give you your gifts." He had chuckled as she zoomed past him, a newfound energy in her step. And he returned to the kitchen to clean.
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Once dinner was over and they had both gotten things cleaned up, (Y/n) and Soma returned to their room. While she put away her shopping the red-haired man showered and got into just a pair of satin pants, once he exited the master bathroom, he saw his wife sitting on the bed and rubbing her neck. "You sore love?" He approached her with a smile, as she nodded, he grabbed a few boxes in various sizes that were wrapped. "Here, open these and afterwards I'll give you a proper massage~"
This made the (H/c) haired girl blushing darkly, she picked up the large box and began to remove the wrapping paper. He had gotten her some lacey (F/c) lingerie, along with a few bits of jewelry and a ticket that she learned was for a vacation he organized for them. It was for a beautiful beach, and naturally the last gift he got her was a brand-new bikini. She smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, he held her gently to his side and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.
"Hey (Y/n)? You know how much I love you right?" His wide cheesy grin made her smile, a soft giggle slip from her as she cuddled into him. "Of course, you know I love you too?" She tilted her head back, looking up at him. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, hugging her gently. "What would you say if I told you... I was ready to have a child?" He looked down into her (E/c) orbs, watching them widen as her smile did the same. "Really? You're ready?" The young woman had discussed with him 2 years prior that she had wanted a child eventually, something he agreed with. They were both stable but put it off long enough they could have some fun before completely settling, so when she saw him nod his head she almost started crying.
The young (H/c) haired girl pounced on her boyfriend, hugging him tightly and burying her face in his chest as he laughed. They laid there a moment, his fingers running gently through her hair. "Sooo... Do you still want that massage?"
#soma yukihira#candy cult vault#food wars#shokugeki no soma#x fem reader#x reader#soma x reader#preestablished relationship#fluff
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Picnic Date
Character: Terunori Kuga
Fandom: Food Wars
Theme: Fluff
Summary: It's kugas birthday and you have a little surprise for him!!
Rating: Sfw
Warnings: swearing, mensions of SA (sexual assult)
Gender: gender neutral
h/c means hair color and h/s means hairstyle
As you opened your eyes, you looked around and rubbed your eyes, your eyes landed on your calendar, with one date encircled. Kuga's birthday. "Ah crap, my preperations.." You said, looking at the time. "8:17..?" You muttered. "FUCK ITS AT 8:30" You said, getting out of bed.
You heard footsteps and saw a out-of-breath Kuga at your door. "WHAT HAPPENNED?" He said, looking around the room. You looked at him, not wanting to spoil the surprise. You resorted to 1 option. "GET THE FUCK OUT IM NAKED" You shouted at him, pretending to cover yourself. Of course, you weren't naked, you just needed to get him out so he wont suspect anything. "Jesus, fine, just wanted to help..." He mumbled, sipping coffee and walking out of the room.
You got up and wore your favorite clothes, then you went down and got ready to leave. "Leaving so soon? And no greeting for dear me?" Kuga said at the door. "Lets go out for groceries." was all you said, putting your coat on. He responded with a "Fine fine" while walking out.
You had a list of things on a piece of paper, the normal things like paprika and stuff. You gave kuga the list and he went away. When he went to the agreed meeting spot, you weren't there. He started getting worried when he waited for a few minutes.
He checked his phone, there were 5 messages from you.
10:33
I cant find you, where are you?
11:27
I'm lost man im with them squid.
*1 Photo attachment*
11:48
Terunori help, theres someone eyeing me. Hes the guy in the backround.
*1 Photo attachment*
He checked the time and started to panic, you sent him that last message 20 minutes ago. He thought, "Fuck, where are they now?" looking around. He spotted a person with your h/c and h/s. He ran up to them and grabbed their shoulder. They turned around and he realized it wasn't you. "Sorry sorry, I was looking for someone."
After a few minutes he sat down, he checked your messages and saw you were typing. His eyes lit up and he was confused. Then he saw the message. "Totsuki Academy, behind Chinese Cuisine RS building." He read. He quickly called a Chinese RS member to drive him to the spot you said.
Then, he thought about the worst possible situation, what if you were held ransom? Or worse, got sexually assulted? His brain was in shambles as he started to get close to the destination. Then he felt the car stop. He opened the door and got out, admiring the trees and the scenery. Then he remembered you, he snapped himself out of his thoughts and ran through the greenery screaming your name.
Then he saw you, he got relieved as you ran to him. "Look! I made all this, see see? I hope you like it!!" You said with a smile on your face.
The rest of the night was spent with good bento boxes and smiles.
#Terunori Kuga#Kuga#Terunori#Terunori x reader#fluff#food wars#shokugeki no soma#fy#Kuga Terunori food wars#foodwars x reader
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Whumpril Day 8
Comfort Food
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Doomsday
“We should make this a tradition,” Wrecker says, stuffing his mouth.
Omega giggles. “It is. Should we ask the others to join?” Somehow, she can’t imagine waving this in Tech’s face and asking if he cares to join. Or Echo’s for that matter.
Wrecker grins deviously. “Ask Crosshair.”
Omega grins back. Most likely, he’ll brush them off, but still.
Omega stops short when she sees him rubbing his head, much the same way Hunter was. He was injured, but he acted like it was minor, and maybe it’s just… seeing it that sets her on edge. What if… No. That shouldn’t be possible.
Years ago, Omega used to follow him when he went off to be alone. She would spend… a long time trying to coax him back. He usually listened. Sometimes, he was just, well, stubborn. Not unlike he is now. It reminds her a bit of… herself.
“Hey, Crosshair,” Wrecker asks cheerfully, sitting down beside him.
Crosshair immediately glares in response. He’s obviously not feeling very good. Omega doesn’t think he usually is snappy to his brothers. He would get like that when he was little sometimes, short and hot-tempered, because he was in pain. Wrecker never seemed to fully understand it, because he was too little to read situations properly, or really at all. Crosshair actually bit him for it one time. More than once, actually. He had a habit of biting people. It was very annoying. He even bit Omega once.
Hunter just glared at them with a gaze far fiercer than any child should have, which about ended their squabbles. Tech just stared. He usually just stared, unless he was playing with someone or attempting to wreck all of Nala Se’s lab equipment.
Omega squeezes in between them. “Is it the lights?” she asks, slightly shyly.
“What?”
“The lights,” she repeats slowly, “Do they hurt your eyes? It’s dark over here.”
Crosshair turns to look at her. “Perceptive.” It’s not entirely an admission. It also is.
Wrecker reaches over her head to pat his shoulder. “Want some?” he asks, shoving a handful of Mantel mix in Crosshair’s direction.
He eyes it like he’s partly convinced it’s poisonous.
Omega gives him her best please expression. He huffs but obliges, and she suppresses a squeal. Mission accomplished.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#whumpril#whumpril 2023#whumpril day 8#whumpril day eight#day eight#day 8#the bad batch#wrecker#omega#omega and wrecker#crosshair#crosshair and omega#crosshair and wrecker#fluff#family#hurt/comfort#comfort food
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Dorm Room Dancing (Food Wars)
Heyo! I hadn’t realized it, but I made this dabble for @jumiii and completely forgot about it T-T My apologies friend! I hope you like it, delayed as it is!
Song: Nothing- Bruno Major
When Takuma walked through the door of his and Soma’s shared apartment, he smelled home.
Whiffs of garlic and tomatoes roasting together harmoniously encased him, taking him back to his family’s estate, right in their kitchen back in Italy. His father’s guiding words entwined with laughter as he and Isami learned to make homemade pasta. The sound of their small radio sitting in an open window, a woman singing of an old love to a somber yet beautiful musical track. Memories Takumi could never forget as he walked towards the source of the smell.
He found Soma working away, bandana pulled across his forehead as he stirred what looked to be some sort of red sauce. He was a picture of calm, swaying to a song on the radio. When Takumi walked closer, he could hear Soma singing along under his breath.
“~Track suits and red wine, movies for two. We’ll take off our phones, And we’ll turn off our shoes~”
His voice was low and raspy sounding, clearly lost in memory as he set the sauce to simmer. He moved on to work on what looked to be homemade bread, gathering a bowl of garlic butter and coating the slices delicately. Clumps of fresh pasta sat by on the floured counter, ready to be tossed into boiling water towards the end.
He was making one of the first dishes Takumi ever made for them.
Takumi felt his chest begin to flutter.
“~We’ll play nintendo, though I always lose. ‘Cause you watch the TV, while I’m watching you~”.” He smiled as he sang, placing the bread onto a tray to cook.
Takumi leaned against the doorframe, smiling behind his hand as he watched his boyfriend go about. His heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute as he felt himself fall for the redhead all over. Even after being together for two years, he couldn’t help but be smitten over the smallest of things.
“~There’s not many people, I’d honestly say, I don’t mind losing to.~” Soma turned, stumbling over his words when he saw Takumi. Recovering quickly, he slowly made his way over, taking the blonde’s hand in his and pulling him close, carrying on the song. “But there’s nothing, like doing nothing, with you~”
Before he knew it, they were dancing. Soma’s voice carried them through the lyrics as he gently twirled Takumi about, grinning at the permanent blush staining Takumi’s cheeks. He was surprisingly good at it, guiding them around the room with effortless grace, eyes never breaking away as he sang along with the sweet words filling the room. They held so much warmth and love in them it was almost overwhelming, but Takumi wouldn’t look away.
“~You could be dancing on tabletops, wearing high heels. Drinking until the world spins like a wheel. But tonight our apartment has so much appeal, who needs stars? We’ve got a roof~” Soma pulled him into his chest as the song reached its ending, resting his forehead against Takumi’s, arms coming around his waist, rocking him gently as he finished the song. “~There is nothing, like doing nothing, with you~”
As the song finished, he leaned in gently, capturing the other’s lips with his own. Warmth radiated through Takumi’s entire being, curling his toes and leaving him feeling breathless. He returned the kiss just as gently, wrapping his arms loosely around the taller boy’s neck as he melted within his arms.
When they pulled away, both flushed and smiling, Soma gently reached up, brushing his thumb against the other’s cheek.
“Welcome home, love.”
I hope this was good!
#food wars#takumi aldini#soma yukihira#takumi x soma#non tickle#fluff#dorm room dancing#cooking#This song is so soft and sweet ahhhh~
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Royal Sacrifice | S.JY
prince!jake x maid!fem reader
warnings: fluff, angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, heartbreak, my attempt to write posh-ish, anti-monarchy vibes throughout, mentions of violence, petnames (my love, sweetheart), not proofread, anything else lmk!
wc: 7.1k
synopsis: your secret relationship with prince jaeyun is all you could have dreamed of, however, you're rudely awakened when your lover tells you some devastating news.
part 2
a/n: surprise! you're all sick of me i know, but i wanted to post this before it sat in my drafts too long and i overthought to the point of never posting it </3 i changed up my writing style a little to fit the aesthetic of it all and idk if it worked but enjoy anyway! also, this is for the people asking me to post more jake <3
"Tonight demands nothing short of perfection from each and every one of you. Not a single mishap or slip-up will be tolerated. Should I catch so much as a hair or button out of place, rest assured, I will personally request your head." The Chamberlain's voice, firm and commanding, spreads through the grand corridor, her gaze penetrating the maids and footmen.
As she paced back and forth, the bright torch cast a soft glow against the polished marble floors, illuminating the intricate patterns etched into its surface. Each uniform was meticulously inspected, and every seam and crease was subjected to intense scrutiny. The weight of the impending event hung heavy in the air, thick with anticipation.
Tonight, within the confines of the castle walls, the royals and social elite would congregate for the year's largest gala. It was an exhibit of greatness, with the chosen guests flaunting their rank and power.
For the last seven months, you have wandered the castle's hallways as an insignificant maid to the Royal family of Glengyre. Your hands were battered from hours of labour and your spirit dwindled to the hardships of the job, but you had to do it.
You weren’t exactly invited into the castle, in fact, you had snuck your way in through the war tunnels underneath and begged the head housekeeper, Miss Son, to place you on her team.
Being born into a working-class household, you were all too familiar with the misery of poverty. With your parents absent and your siblings relying on your meagre earnings from the bakery, you carried the burden of duty from an early age. Survival had been your main priority, with every move controlled by the never-ending search for food and security; this was the job you needed.
Once you convinced Miss Son to give you a position, you were mindful to keep a low profile, sticking to your duties and never causing trouble. You dare not even breathe too loud next to the monarchy, each of them vicious and gruel in their own ways.
Yet amidst the icy family, there existed one beacon of warmth and compassion - Prince Jaeyun, the only heir to the throne.
He was the kindest man you had ever met, his values and ideals so drastically different from his fathers; all he ever wanted was peace and equality for the kingdom of Glengyre. His opinions echoed your own, his vision for the kingdom a testament to his noble character.
Everyone adored him, captivated by those puppy dog eyes and his wide, wholesome smile. Jaeyun had a magnetic charm that drew people to him effortlessly.
And yet, amidst the throngs of admirers, he reserved his heart only for you.
Jaeyun was familiar with all the staff, each face and name etched into his memory. So, when you suddenly appeared to clean the Library, he took immediate notice of you.
“I don’t believe we have met,” Jaeyun bows his head slightly to you, causing confusion to spread over your face. Men of his status shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone show you this level of respect, “Has The Chamberlain begun to hire new staff for that god-awful ball already?” he chuckles.
You’re transfixed by his question and his beauty, it’s not every day a Prince speaks to you, let alone so casually.
With this being your first job at such a level, you don’t know what to do. Typically, all maids get training and lessons on how to approach any member of the Royal Court, however, due to the nature of your employment, that part was skipped.
Jaeyun raises a brow, “Miss, are you alright? You look dreadfully pale,” he shows concern for you, even when he has no need to.
Quickly, you bow, “I am so sorry, Your Highness. I-I have been here for a while. Perhaps I have just blended into the background,” you offer as an explanation.
“A woman as beautiful as you could never blend in with this dreary decor” he smiles, holding out his hand, “Can I push you for your name?”
He waits expectantly, his palm outstretched as it waits for you to place your delicate hand into his. You didn’t need training to know you should never touch a member of the Royal Family, so you stay stagnant.
Noticing your apprehension, Jaeyun smiles and reaches his hand down to grab yours. You don’t want to say you felt a spark as soon as his hand graced yours but between you both, you could easily power up the castle generators.
He feels it too, the pull you had on him has been cemented by this moment, “I’m Prince Jaeyun,” leaning down he kisses your knuckles, maintaining eye contact with you as he does so.
The Prince is mesmerising.
“Y/N, Your Highness. My name is Y/N,” your voice is wavering as your body is shaken by his act. You aren’t scared of him, you’re just shocked by his kindness.
“Y/N…a name as breathtaking as its owner.”
Since that day, Jaeyun hasn’t left your side, his presence constant as he finds any excuse to be in the room you’re working in, his conversations tailored to draw out your thoughts and passions.
To him, your background was irrelevant; he saw the depth of your character and your mind's brilliance. Every exchange deepened his admiration for you, weaving an unbreakable bond between you both.
Secret notes and clandestine meetings became the norm, each encounter is a stolen moment of shared laughter and intimate conversation. Jaeyun was captivated by your wisdom and fascinated by your unique perspective on the world.
In your second month at the castle, on the moonlit balcony of his bed chambers, he kissed you, declaring his love for you in the same breath. From that moment on, he was not just a prince but your prince, devoted entirely to you.
The Chamberlain gives you all one final check before sending you out, her excitement palpable as she practically squeals, "Places everyone, this is a big night!"
As far as you and the rest of your team are concerned, tonight is just another ball, one hosted nearly every month. But The Chamberlain's demeanour suggests otherwise - someone vastly important must be attending. The air crackles with anticipation, and whispers ripple through the servant ranks, speculating on the identity of the esteemed guest.
As you all fall into line at the entrance, you wait for the party to begin.
The sight of everyone's extravagant gowns and suits is awe-inspiring. Each guest seems to sparkle, adorned in riches that could feed your family for years. It serves as a striking reminder of the kingdom's vast disparities. Meanwhile, the servants stand in their modest uniforms, hardly visible amid the sea of finery.
It irks you to know that these people, who all have some power in ruling your home, could not care less about the people within it.
“You two, come with me,” The Chamberlain beckons you and the girl beside you to follow her, snapping her fingers as she hurries you along to the kitchen.
With little instruction, she thrusts a tray full of champagne into your hands. “Once empty, you come right back. I do not want to see one moment where you are not serving some form of beverage. Understood?”
“Yes, Madam Chamberlain,” you both say in unison as you bow and make your way to the Great Hall. The palace is now teeming with people from all corners of the kingdom, the room resonating with laughter and chatter. You'd find it enjoyable if you deemed any of these people tolerable. Drinks disappear and reappear from your silver tray, and not a single word of gratitude is uttered.
Finally, the Royal family enters the hall, with the King standing strongly at the front and his Queen elegantly alongside him, their presence commanding attention as they survey the gathering with royal poise, looking for the most important person in the room beside themselves.
However, Jaeyun is not like the others. Amidst the pomp and its beauty, his sight is drawn to a person considerably less notable.
In an instant, his attention falls on you, a delicate smile gracing his lips as he lifts his brow in discrete acknowledgement, a silent greeting in a noisy environment. The difficulties of being in a secret relationship with someone so far above your social status weigh hard; even in the same area, being seen with Jaeyun is a luxury you cannot afford.
Excusing himself from his family, he greets people on his way over to you, captivating the whole room as he does so. To everyone else, he appears to be merely working the room, exchanging pleasantries with ease, but you, standing in quiet anticipation, know better.
In that moment, it's as if the entire hall fades away, leaving only you and Jaeyun in your own private world. He moves closer, each step filled with purpose, each smile and gesture meant only for you.
As he approaches, his every move exudes royalty. It’s impossible to deny that Jaeyun was born to be king.
"Can I take one of these to lighten your workload?” Jaeyun asks with a playful glint in his eyes, already reaching for a flute of champagne.
You dip your head in a respectful curtsy, mindful not to spill the drinks as you balance the tray precariously. Miss Son's strict instructions echo in your mind - no engaging with royalty at events, let your body speak for your tongue.
But sometimes, Jaeyun takes that directive too literally.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Jaeyun says, his voice low and intimate. You hear a collective sigh from some nearby girls, their attention momentarily diverted from their own conversations to admire the Prince and his effortless charm.
Walking to stand next to you, his arm brushes yours as he looks in the opposite direction to you, he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “Should I tell them I’m happily taken or would you like to put them in their place after hours?” his tone is laced with playful mischief.
“I would much rather occupy my time after hours with someone else,” you reply with a smirk, keeping your head facing forward to maintain composure.
You can't see it, but you feel the shift in Jaeyun's expression, a flicker of excitement, a hint of anticipation. His eyes dart briefly to yours, a silent exchange of mischief passing between you.
“Well, tell him he’s the luckiest man in the world,” Jaeyun responds, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Doesn’t he already know that?” you retort, a lively glint dancing in your eyes.
Jaeyun's hand lightly grazes your back, “Believe me, he will never forget,” he says wistfully as he turns away, seamlessly slipping back into his role of mingling with the guests. The lingering warmth of his touch leaves you breathless, your heart pounding with excitement at the thought that despite the separation now, he will be tangled in your body and soul later on.
The rowdy girls behind you giggle, their voices rising over the bustle of the hall as they discuss the Prince's past escapades with their cousins and sisters, whispering about how they hope they could spend just one night with him.
Jaeyun's reputation spread beyond the castle gates. He was renowned as a charming playboy, a Casanova whose dalliances sparked chatter across the kingdom. Every week, a new maiden appeared, talking about their alleged "hot affair" with the heir. It was enough to make anyone apprehensive, and you were no different. You maintained your guard up at first, rejecting his advances, refusing to become just another conquest in his succession of women.
But the more you spoke with him, as you shared moments and secrets in the quiet corners of the palace, you came to realise that the instant flurry of admiration you felt was not one-sided. Jaeyun's heart beats for you and you alone.
You discovered in him a love that went beyond gossip and whispers, a love based on trust and understanding. With that realisation, your reservations vanished, replaced by a deep assurance that Jaeyun was yours, and you were his, now and forever - or for as long as you could keep this illicit affair going.
The bell sounds, its loud chime cutting through the murmurs and whispers of the gathered guests, signalling you and the others to proceed to the main door of the castle.
"May I please introduce King James and Queen Elizabeth of the Lethamhill Kingdom, and their daughter, Princess Mia," the Master of Ceremonies declares, his voice full of power.
The announcement strikes like a thunderbolt, bringing the audience to a profound silence. Nobody had expected the arrival of the Royals of Lethamhill and the astonishment is evident as you look around to see a sea of stunned faces. Whispers spread like wildfire across the crowd as each visitor grapples with the implications of this unexpected situation.
Lethamhill and Glengyre are currently involved in delicate discussions about the possible unification of the kingdoms, a topic of enormous political importance. According to what Jaeyun has told you, these conversations have been stressful, with no definite agreement reached so far. The presence of the Lethamhill Royals at this gathering signifies a historic point between the two kingdoms.
The struggle between the two kingdoms has caused irreparable destruction, including starvation, poverty, sickness, and a staggering loss of life. It would take something genuinely extraordinary for both parties to put aside their differences and work together in peace.
Your eyes meet Jaeyun’s across the room, and you can see the fury simmering beneath the surface of his composed facade at the sudden intrusion. Yet, even as anger flashes in his eyes, you can sense the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
No one knows quite how to react to this unexpected turn of events, each guest grappling with their own thoughts and fears as they await the next move from the Lethamhills.
“Please, do not stop on our account, continue the festivities,” King James proclaims, his voice carrying a jovial tone, a vibrant smile gracing his features.
As the party continues and dinner is served, guests settle into their assigned seats, laughter and conversation filling the air as they merrily drink the castle dry. Surprisingly, the presence of the Lethamhill Royals doesn't disrupt the flow of the event, instead, it seems to enhance it. Many see this as a reconciliation party now, eagerly awaiting the announcement that could potentially solidify peace between the two kingdoms.
Your role for the evening is clear: shut up and stand to the side, only interacting if called upon. It's undoubtedly the most tedious part of the night. Being on your feet for hours on end, catering to the whims of the guests is exhausting enough but enduring the occasional push or intentional spillage of drinks on your uniform from some of the more unruly guests adds insult to injury.
The other worst part of the evening was the sight of Princess Mia draped all over your lover, her hands roaming possessively over his chest and arms as if they were hers to claim. Each touch felt like a dagger to your heart, stirring a tumultuous mix of jealousy and hurt within you.
Jaeyun attempted to gently remove her, pushing her away with as much politeness as he could but she stubbornly refused to listen. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker to you with a sympathy, silently communicating his regret at the situation and how you must be feeling. He would never wish for you to be hurt.
Telepathically, you reassure him that it's okay, that you understand and trust him implicitly. After all, it's not his fault that another woman - a tall, beautiful, rich, and powerful woman at that - feels entitled to touch him. His efforts to remove himself from the situation already speak volumes, and you take some solace in his unwavering loyalty.
But despite your attempts to rationalise, the bitterness lingers, a bitter pill that's difficult to swallow.
Standing on the sidelines affords you the opportunity to observe the dynamics of the entire top table, not just Jaeyun. The Kings engage in whispered conversations and the Queens gossip amongst themselves. It's as if no blood had ever been shed between their kingdoms.
The casual camaraderie displayed by those responsible for the devastating conflicts between their kingdoms makes you sick to your stomach. How can they be so chummy, so nonchalant, when their irresponsible fighting has caused so much pain and suffering to countless lives? It's a reminder of the callousness of those in power, their indifference to the consequences of their actions leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
Suddenly, you see your King rise and tap Jaeyun on the shoulder, ushering him into an undisclosed location. The urgency of the gesture sends a ripple of apprehension through you, and you can only presume that he is finally letting Jaeyun in on the reason for the Lethamhills' unexpected presence.
“Why do you suppose they are here, Y/N?” Heejin, the girl to your right, asks in a hushed breath, her voice tinged with concern.
“I can’t say for certain, but I fear it won’t be for the champagne and escalope,” you reply, turning to face her, your expression mirroring her worry.
And when Jaeyun re-enters the hall, you know that your apprehension was not unfounded. His face is devoid of the charismatic expression he had worn for most of the night.
The king wears a stern expression, clearly unamused with whatever his son has to say in rebuttal to his conversation.
Something is deeply wrong
You scream at him with your eyes, silently urging him to look at you, but he doesn't, his gaze fixed straight ahead. It's clear that whatever transpired in that conversation has deeply unsettled him, and you ache to know what happened.
“Excuse me, Miss Son, but may I please go to the lavatory?” you ask your head maid, hoping to slip away unnoticed. Her disdainful scoff is the only response, urging you to return quickly.
With a bow of gratitude, you glide towards the exit, silently willing Jaeyun to notice your movements and follow you. Your eyes briefly meet his, and he nods, understanding your need for a private conversation.
You arrive at your usual secret spot - the Council Chamber - a place where every decision is made and policies are signed. It's a room steeped in history and power, but also secrecy and intimacy. Old men come here to dictate the fate of the kingdom they supposedly love.
Jaeyun recommended this particular room as a defiant ‘fuck you’ against societal norms of hierarchy and privilege. It's ironic, considering he's made love to you on every surface of the place, turning his statement from metaphorical to literal.
Tracing your fingers over the spine of the old book laid on the desk, the door swings open suddenly, causing your heart to race with surprise. You quickly straighten up, trying to compose yourself as Jaeyun strides into the room.
“Did I frighten you, my love?” he asks softly, a hint of amusement in his voice as he approaches you.
You shake your head, “No, not at all,” you say trying to ease yourself, straightening your uniform and brushing the dust off your front. He always laughed when you tidied yourself for his presence, a habit when you’re faced with Royalty. You’re hardly unacquainted, the portraits hanging on the room walls can testify to that.
Finally reaching you, Jaeyun's hands find their way to your hips as he traps you between him and the oak desk. His eyes glance behind you to see what you were looking at, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Ah, the old laws that have kept this country from falling apart. To be lived and breathed by,” Jaeyun's voice carries a mix of sarcasm and despair.
“Laws that keep the rich rich and the poor poor,” you respond bitterly, your thoughts drifting back to your family and friends struggling back home.
Jaeyun's hands move up to your back, offering a reassuring rub. “I hate it too, Y/N,” he admits, his heart heavy with the weight of his people's suffering under his father's rule. He hugs you tighter, a silent reassurance of his solidarity and commitment to change, commitment to you.
Leaning back, he strokes your face adoringly with his middle finger, “You look so delicate tonight,” his voice conveying his love for you. Even dressed in rags, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.
“More delicate than Princess Mia?” You don’t mean it to come across as bitter, yet, it does.
Jaeyun shakes his head disapprovingly, a tiny glint of amusement in his eyes, “My darling love, are you jealous?”
“She is ravishing,” you reply. Princess Mia is everything you are not, it wouldn’t be misplaced for you to be slightly envious of her. You know the Princess could have anyone she desires, and if circumstances were different in which Jaeyun wasn’t hopelessly in love with you, she could probably have him too. That information would unsettle any lover to know.
Jaeyun places a feather-light kiss on your forehead, “She doesn’t hold a flame to your light, Y/N,” he says with such genuine love that you might believe him if you weren’t clad in a spilt-on uniform and tired eyes that reflect the brutality of being a measly servant.
But Jaeyun would never see you that way.
His lips swoop down to yours, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss, planting his deal of assurance on your lips. The way his mouth is melting into your own is enough to make your knees lose their strength. Jaeyun’s thumb rubs your hips tenderly as he deepens the kiss, trying to make the taste of you last the rest of the night.
Pulling back for a breath, you recollect yourself, smiling at him happily but as you gaze into his eyes you see something sorrowful hiding behind him. It wasn’t until this moment you forgot why you even snuck away to see him in the first place.
“The King seemed displeased,” you state the obvious, hoping he will enlighten you somewhat to the reason for the private discussion.
“He is an idiot, nothing more,” he spits back, eyes avoiding yours as if he’s scared of you suddenly. You have never seen him so angry yet sullen.
Reaching your cold palm to his warm cheek, you begin to pry further, “Jaeyun-”
Your query is cut short by his lips once again enveloping yours, the intensity of his kiss a silent plea for you to cease your questioning. It's unlike Jaeyun to keep secrets from you; usually, even the most classified information finds its way past his lips and into your ears. So naturally, his reluctance to share the details of his conversation with the King sets off alarm bells in your mind.
But as his touches grow more insistent, his lips trailing fiery kisses along your neck and his fingers daringly inching up your skirt, your thoughts become increasingly muddled. It's difficult to focus on anything other than the intoxicating sensation of his tongue against yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
You hate that he won’t confide in you, that he's keeping you in the dark about something so significant. Yet, at this moment, you find yourself unable - and unwilling - to complain. Not when every touch, every caress, sends sparks of desire coursing through your veins.
“Jaeyun, I don’t have time,” you manage to groan out amidst a wave of pleasure, the urgency of the situation gnawing at the back of your mind. Miss Son could come looking for you at any moment, and you've already pushed your luck by leaving your duties unattended. There's simply no way you can disappear for long enough to satisfy Jaeyun's desires.
But he seems determined to ignore your protests, his fervour only intensifying as he continues to explore every inch of your body. In this stolen moment of passion, time seems to stand still, the outside world fading into insignificance as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of your forbidden.
With each caress, each whispered endearment, you feel yourself falling deeper under his spell, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his affection.
But as much as you crave the blissfulness of his embrace, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminds you of the consequences of your actions. You can't afford to be caught in such a compromising position, not when the stakes are so high and the dangers so real. Just down the hallway is a room full of people who would kill either of you for this affair.
"Jaeyun, we can't," you finally manage to gasp out, your voice tinged with desperation as you push against his chest, trying to put some distance between you. "Someone could walk in at any moment."
For a fleeting moment, Jaeyun's passion seems to falter, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. But then, with a determined glint in his eyes, he pulls you closer, his lips claiming yours in a desperate kiss.
"I don't care," he whispers against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "I need you, Y/N. Now more than ever."
The tone of his voice dings your attention, it’s pleading and needy which would be normal if his words didn’t waver, lip quivering slightly. The conversation with his father had affected him more than you know, and he dared not confess what it was regarding.
With a sense of urgency in his veins, Jaeyun hoists you onto the desk, his hands promptly pushing your skirt up and yanking down your underwear, revealing your core to him in all its delicious glory. His breath stops in his throat at the sight, and his need for you becomes stronger than ever.
He licks his lips hungrily, wishing he could taste you, savouring the wetness that gleams between your thighs like morning dew. He wants to drink you in and lose himself in your folds.
But time is not on his side, he knows this, nonetheless, the throbbing between his thighs, the thumping want for release, is too strong to ignore. He was so desperate for you to suck in his cock with your heat, he didn’t think he had the restraint to wait for it any longer.
His need for you is mirrored in your face and body as you edge yourself closer to the end of the desk, spreading your legs as he undoes his ivory dress trousers and lets his shaft spring free of its constraint.
“Can I please?” he asks softly but with urgency, the tip of his member already primed to enter you, the question just a matter of formality at this point.
“Please, Jaeyun, have me,” you whisper into his mouth and with a low groan of need, Jaeyun surrenders to his instincts, his desire overwhelming as he slips inside you with effortless ease. No matter how many times he makes love to you, the sensation of being so intimately connected to you never fails to amaze him. It's as if you were made perfectly for each other, two souls destined to intertwine. He thanks God every day for bringing you to his side.
His thrusts are pointed, to make this quick while also giving you both the release you desperately needed. Your tight pussy grasps every inch of him deliciously, accommodating his size yet giving him just enough resistance to squeeze the tip of his cock.
Gripping his shoulders tightly, you anchor yourself to him as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more frantic with each passing moment. You moan loudly through your bitten lips, trying your hardest to stay quiet; he was pounding into you so good you just can’t help the noises leaving your mouth, completely rending you dumb to his touch.
The sound of your gasps and mewls fills the air, a symphony of pleasure that drives Jaeyun wild with desire. Each cry, each whimper, only serves to fuel his drive, pushing him further into the depths of ecstasy as he loses himself in the rhythm of your bodies moving together as one.
Arching your back leaves the nape of your neck exposed, inviting Jaeyun to sink into it with his teeth, easily leaving a red mark. It’s the first time he has ever done something like this, to leave physical marks on your body that aren’t the bruises from his tight grip; those were easy to hide, but this one wouldn’t be.
“Ah, Jaeyun, what are you doing?” your bated breath whisps past his ear yet he doesn’t hear you, lost in the feeling of fucking you silly. He sucks and licks at the base of your throat, possessed by his need to claim you as his.
“My love,” he brings his face up to lock your eyes together once more, his cock hammering into you still with force, “Tell me you'll be mine forever," he begs, his words hanging in the air between you like an urgent vow. The intensity of his stare and the sheer emotion in his speech leave you breathless, your heart racing in your chest as you try to find the words to answer.
Tears fill his lashline, and his eyes are unexpectedly vulnerable. In that moment, you can see the depth of his love for you and also his sudden fear that he might lose you. The sudden change in emotion takes you by surprise, your Jaeyun who is usually confident and strong in moments like this is now yearning for confirmation of your love.
"Yes, Jaeyun," you say, your voice barely audible as you completely yield to him, "I'll be yours forever,” It’s a truthful answer, the only one who you can see yourself being with for the rest of your life, long or short, is him. Your Prince Jaeyun.
He shakes his head and screws his eyes shut, seemingly shaking his internal thoughts out of his brain to make way for your reassuring ones. “I can’t lose you, my love. I can’t…I won’t,” he rambles, the rhythm of his thrusts depleting, signifying that he’s close to the edge.
To distract him from his inner monologue, you cradle his face, kissing all over his lips and cheeks. If you can do one thing for him, it’s to instil in him the fact that you will always be his love, until death do you part.
“Y/N, my sweet love,” he whispers sadly, “Don’t let me go,” his plea is muffled by his lips kissing your palms.
You have no idea what could cause this sudden cast of doubt in his mind.
Jaeyun’s right hand moves to your sensitive nub, circling it with his thumb as he tries to coax you to completion. His hips buck sloppily, overwhelmed with the raw emotion and need to cum inside of you.
The bubbling heat between your tummy and pussy consumes you, the climax Jaeyun has worked so hard out of you finally spilling over his shaft and down yourself. Your legs shake violently as he continues to rub your clit in earnest.
The way your body contracts and walls clench around him also sends him to the brink, his seed filling you up quickly, each spurt dripping down your canal and onto your inner garments. The Prince keeps himself stuffed inside you as he pants, unsure of when he will finally be done.
Resting his head on your shoulder, he breathes out softly, trying to calm his panting and heart rate down. He knows he shouldn’t have asked you to stay with him forever, to promise to love him for eternity, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to hear it almost more than he needed to find his release.
With a final kiss on your lips, he removes himself from you, retrieving his handkerchief from his pocket to catch the cum falling from you. While he does so, you can see his mind shouting so loud you could almost hear it, or maybe it was just because you are both so attuned to one another.
You have to find out what is happening and why he is acting so strangely.
As Jaeyun tucks himself back in and discards his handkerchief, you watch him closely, your heart heavy with concern. There's a weight in the air, a silent tension that hangs between you like a thick fog, and you can't help but feel the ache of his unspoken fears.
Jumping off the desk, you fix your underwear and approach him slowly, your movements deliberate as you reach out to straighten his jacket. Your touch is gentle, “Please, Jaeyun,” you implore softly, your voice barely a whisper as you search his eyes for answers, "Let me in. What are your worries?"
But Jaeyun remains silent, his gaze averted as he avoids your questioning eyes. You can see the pain etched into every line of his face, the fear and uncertainty that threaten to consume him whole. And yet, he can't bring himself to speak the words that weigh so heavily on his soul, scared that if he does. It’ll all be too real.
You can sense his hesitation, his reluctance to confront the truth that lies buried deep within him. But you refuse to give up, determined to stand by his side no matter what challenges may come your way.
Gently, you place a hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet yours as you speak from the depths of your heart. "Jaeyun," you whisper, your voice filled with love and understanding. "You don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, we'll face it together. I promise."
“That’s just the thing, Y/N,” he begins, voice trembling, “the King has put me in a predicament I cannot get out of,” he leans into your touch, craving your comfort.
Tilting your head, you stroke your thumb over the flushed apple of his cheeks, “What are you talking about?” you ask nervously.
Swallowing the thickness of his turmoil, he speaks lowly, “He has arranged my marriage to Princess Mia of Lethamhill.”
As Jaeyun reveals the truth of his arranged marriage to Princess Mia of Lethamhill, a heavy silence descends upon the room. Your heart sinks at the revelation, a knot of pain and disappointment tightening in your chest. This isn't the news you wanted to hear, the realisation crashing down on you like a wave of icy water.
"Oh..." The word escapes your lips, your mind reeling with the implications of Jaeyun's confession. It's a bitter pill to swallow, the knowledge that your secret love is soon belong to another, bound by duty and obligation.
Retracting your hand from his face, you take a step back, the distance between you a painful reminder of the barriers between you. But before you can retreat any further, Jaeyun reaches out to stop you, his eyes pleading for your understanding.
“My beautiful girl, I told him no,” he implores desperately, hoping you don’t think that he didn’t fight against this preposterous idea, “How could I ever marry her when my true love is already by my side?”
His words offer you a sense of relief, however, you know the King wouldn’t let him away with a simple ‘no’ in regards to this marriage, “I surmise he did not take it well?”
"Of course, he didn't," Jaeyun's voice is bitter and cold, his body tensing as he recalls the conversation with his father. "If I do not marry her, the proposed treaty between our kingdoms will be broken, and there will be conflict."
He was the glue to bond the kingdoms, it was all on him to marry this woman he didn’t know in the name of unification. He is being used as a pawn in this game of power and manipulation and it makes you wonder whether Princess Mia is also going through the same distress, although, with how she was groping Jaeyun earlier, you doubt it.
“A conflict, you mean a war?” you dare ask.
He nods shallowly, remorse etched in his features, “And our King has made it perfectly clear that I will be on the front line.”
Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the pain of it like a dagger to your chest. How could the King do this to Jaeyun, to offer him up as a sacrificial lamb in a game of politics and manipulation? It's cruel, it's unjust, and it's utterly heartbreaking.
"Your father cannot do that," you say slowly, your mind reeling with the enormity of the situation. "It's... it's unthinkable."
But Jaeyun shakes his head, his expression filled with bitterness and resentment. "That man is no father of mine," he declares, his voice filled with anger and defiance.
Opposite to his anger is your sadness, eyes leaking salty tears at the thought of losing your love. No matter the choice Jaeyun makes, he will never be yours. That is something you should have known from the beginning of your relationship.
You and him can never live in love or peace, it will always end in heartache and loss.
The Prince sees your sobs and pulls you in, circling his arms around you tightly, “My love, please don’t shed tears, I hate to see you cry like this.” he mutters into your hair, kissing the crown of your head gently.
But how could you not cry? You’ve just in this instant lost the love of your life.
The room is so silent all you can hear is the raucous laughter and music echoing from the grand hall. It gives you the opportunity to think about how the war would pause all laughter for every citizen of Glengyre, how the only sound you will hear is guns and screams of those desperately seeking escape and safety. You cannot allow that to happen.
“Marry her.”
“Excuse me?” Jaeyun pulls away, disgusted that you would even dream of proposing such an idea. He was yours and only yours, he wouldn’t even dream of lying with another.
You know that you must make him see reason, that there may be no other choice if you are to prevent the looming catastrophe that threatens to tear your world apart.
"It is the only noble thing to do, Jaeyun," you insist, your voice trembling with emotion, "We cannot allow our love to stand in the way of peace, of saving those people from the horrors of war. If marrying Princess Mia is what it takes to prevent bloodshed, then it is a sacrifice we must make.”
He doesn’t register your words, only hearing his heartbreak at the thought of you not being by his side, “But I will lose you, it will be impossible to be together if I marry her,” he begs you with his eyes to change your mind.
“You will lose me either way, Jaeyun,” you release yourself from his grasp, taking a step back to create the inevitable distance that is about to become your reality, “The people of this kingdom need you, Jaeyun. You are the only one that can make a difference to those less fortunate,” you begin, your eyes locked onto him as you portray the seriousness of your words, “If you go to war then there is a certainty you will die and you are no use to the cause of change if you are dead.”
The words get stuck in your throat, the idea of uttering such horror makes you feel sick to your stomach but the lives of hundreds must take priority over your love, no matter how painful.
"But-" he begins, his voice tinged with desperation.
"You cannot be selfish, Jaeyun," you interrupt firmly, your gaze unwavering as you meet his eyes. "I couldn't look at you the same if you sacrificed the welfare of our people for the sake of our love."
The truth of your words lands heavily between you, a painful reminder of the sacrifices that must be made in the name of duty and honour. And though your heart may ache with the prospect of losing him, you know that it is a sacrifice you must be willing to make.
Jaeyun ponders your words, recognising that you are correct: his people are his primary concern. He wishes he could do more to keep your relationship alive, to make you his Queen. As he stands before you, staring at you with loving eyes, he wishes you were the ruler of Glengyre, for your qualities and ideals already shine as if you are.
Suddenly, the bellow of your name echoes the castle halls, Miss Son shouting erratically to find you. It brings Jaeyun to realise that his fantasies of you being his queen are just that - fantasies.
Clasping your face in his big hands, he shakes his head, signifying his defiance to the idea but succumbing to his duties, accepting this fate, “I will always love you, and I will do everything in my power to make it back to you. Even if it’s in another lifetime,” he whispers the words onto your face, sealing them with a final kiss, his tongue now craving to remember you for a lifetime, rather than just a night.
You curtly nod, trying to bottle the emotions you are feeling, scared that if even one drop overflows, you will take back everything you have just said, sacrificing the people you love for the man you love. You could never win in this situation, and neither could Jaeyun.
“I love you too, my sweetheart,” you confess for the last time.
Miss Son’s footprints are right outside the door, putting your own feet into action as you leave Jaeyun to return to your post as a maid, the delusions that you could ever be with Jaeyun for a lifetime are crumbling away with each patter of your feet on the marble floor.
“Ah, there you are! What on earth are you doing in the Council Chamber?” she shouts at you while still being mindful of the guests only a hallway away.
You bow, offering no explanation and slip back into your role, smoothing yourself down to seem presentable. The togetherness of your exterior is the complete opposite of the shattering of your interior, your heart shattered in fragments as you stand back, overlooking the people you made an eternal sacrifice for. And none of them would ever care. The promise you made to love Jaeyun forever is the only peace of your heart left in place.
Jaeyun comes back into the hall a few moments later, poised and stoic, the only change in his face is when he looks at his father with an angry glare and a nod to follow, much to the delight of the King.
Abruptly, the King stands, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my esteemed guests. I have some exciting news to share!”
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