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To Know You…
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: Benedict knows you better than anyone. But does he know himself well enough to know what he truly wants?
Warnings: none really… fluffy fluff. Childhood friends, class differences, marriage mart shenanigans, dancing, marriage proposals, Benedict being adorable while also a complete dumbass, unrequited to requited love, love confessions.
Word Count: 10.4k (yeah, it's a long one, folks)
Authors Note: this is a request fill for @curlsincriminology (ask HERE) about Benedict showing you all the wonderful things he sees in you, but will he figure out his own feelings before it's too late? Thanks to the complete trooper @colettebronte for beta reading this monster one-shot. Enjoy <3
I: To Know You….
“I would rather not, Miss y/l/n,” the young man clips, walking away from you at a brusque pace.
You sigh and look down at your feet. Mrs Parsons will be so very disappointed, is all you can think.
—
Benedict may not have heard the words spoken, but even from his vantage point at the other end of the ballroom, he could see the disdainful way the young man uttered his parting words to you. It makes anger flare hot in his chest, his fist forming reflexively at his side.
He watches as you look down, shoulders hunching, folding in on yourself physically, as if the rejection for a dance has manifested in a body blow. He feels a pang in his gut—of sympathy, indignance on your behalf and mainly at the injustice of it all. To him, you are a wonderful, intelligent, caring person worthy of a good match. Still, the circumstances of your upbringing seem to stymie your attempts to join so-called ‘polite’ society at every turn…
—
You look up with a defeated mien until your eyes land on one person who has always been able to ameliorate any of your more morose moods—Benedict Bridgerton. Instantly, you feel lighter. You give him a polite nod across the crowded room, and, to your delight, he returns it, a hint of a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips. It is just so very characteristic of him to offer silent support, to understand, from witnessing a moment of interaction, precisely what you are feeling. A large part of you feels so wistful that there is no other man quite as nice as him. Suddenly, your overwhelming need is to leave this stuffy ballroom and catch some air.
You grew up under the tutelage of the kindly doctor’s widow, Mrs Parsons, whose house is not far from the vast Bridgerton estate in Kent. The naturally born daughter of nobody quite knows whom, you were taken in as her ward when you were abandoned upon her doorstep at a mere two years old. Her reputation for kindness towards young waifs and strays is likely why you were left there. It is an event you were too young to recall, so all you have known your whole life is her generosity and kindness, raising you as if her own.
And now that you are of age, she takes you to events around Kent in the hopes of securing you a respectable husband, the most prestigious being tonight’s Hearts and Flowers Ball at Aubrey Hall. The Bridgertons have always been gracious enough to invite local families, those without the means to partake in the London season, to events at their country estate—a kindness that allows for your attendance tonight. It’s just such a pity that the one bachelor Mrs Parsons was so very keen for you to meet, one Mr Reeves, just rebuffed you so thoroughly.
You glance down at the remaining empty slots on the dance card tied to your wrist and sigh again. Now that you are out on the terrace in the fresh evening air, the light breeze is at least a partial balm, allowing you to recover from the sting of rejection away from the hubbub of the ballroom.
“I will never understand how the men of this county can consider themselves anything approaching mannered.”
You would know that refined voice anywhere. It haunts your dreams. Just the sound of it making your ribs tighten. You turn to see Benedict sauntering towards you, two drinks in hand, that sympathetic smile still in place.
“You are far better off without such rudeness,” he adds dryly as he pulls up beside you, arching an eyebrow for your entertainment.
“You are far too kind, Mr Bridgerton,” you answer, taking the glass he offers with a meek smile, trying not to let your ardent admiration for him be too evident.
“Mr Bridgerton?!?” he scoffs, “What happened to BenBen?” he teases gently, recalling your childhood name for him when you were a mere four and he was nine.
“We are at a formal event; I should address you as such, should I not?” you reply playfully, a warmth spreading inside as it always does when you get the chance to have a witty, convivial exchange with him.
By gosh, if there is one man to whom you would pledge yourself without hesitation, it is him. But, of course, he is the second son of an illustrious family. To think you would have any chance to win his heart would be as likely as a future king to marry a commoner. Still, you can dream…
“At least call me Benedict, Skylark,” he winks over his wine glass as he takes a sip, butterflies erupting in your tummy at the affectionate nickname he has used since you were small; you have to avert your eyes to avoid blushing deeply.
Just as he goes to speak again, his brother, the Viscount, materialises at his side. Looking to all intents and purposes as if he is trying to escape the ball as much as you are.
“Mother is best avoided tonight, brother,” Anthony warns sagely, taking a large gulp of his champagne. “She is under the erroneous impression I am suddenly in want of a wife.”
You can't stop the giggle that bubbles up from within at his wry observation of his predicament.
“Hello, y/n,” he greets warmly, just noticing you are also there, his face morphing into a youthful, playful grin. If Benedict is the husband you have always dreamed of, Anthony is the elder brother you have always yearned for. In fact, that is always how he has treated you, akin to Eloise and Daphne, who you grew up playing with, being of similar age.
“Hello, Anthony,” you chime back. “How was the hunt earlier? Did the infamous Bridgerton brothers kill another prized stag?” you inquire, keen to engage both of them for as long as they will entertain you. Just being around them always lifts your spirits to no end.
—
Benedict observes you as you listen intently to Anthony’s recounting of the hunt earlier that day, impressed by your resilience. He has no doubts any other woman would feign an attack of the vapours had a man rejected her so harshly. But here you are, politely listening to his brother’s boasting, even though he can tell you are hurting inside.
Perhaps it helps that your snub went primarily unnoticed. You are unknown to the Ton; any witnesses likely dismissing it as the business of ‘country folk’ unworthy of note. Which, frankly, he could scoff at, seeing as he holds you in higher regard than all of the other attendees combined.
“How about you?” Anthony ends his story with a question to you, interrupting Benedict’s train of thought. “How has your experience been at our fine event this evening?”
“Oh, the house is splendidly decorated and the music wonderful,” you obfuscate behind flattery. Anthony appears to buy it, but Benedict sees behind your facade, the flame behind your usually bright gaze dimming a little, making something ache in his gut to see it.
Damn that idiot for ruining your evening! This just won’t do…
—
You can feel Benedict’s eyes upon you as you respond abstractly to Anthony.
“Y/n here is too polite to say it, but she was treated harshly by that young Reeves chap from Tenterden,” Benedict edifies as you bow your head, embarrassed. “Let’s be sure to rescind his invitation to future events, brother,” he appends with a surly tone.
“Duly noted,” Anthony nods sincerely, a brush of confusion flitting over his face regarding his brother's vehemence.
“No, there is no need…” you begin to protest weakly but halt mid-sentence under the intensity of Benedict’s gaze.
“I bore witness. Believe me, He shall not darken our door again,” he states firmly.
It appears the matter is very much decided, and you don’t want to put up much of a fight, seeing as it ultimately benefits you. You do, however, want to bathe in the warm glow inside whenever Benedict defends you. It's wonderful to have someone looking out for you, especially one so handsome and kind.
—
Two days later, you are taking afternoon tea with Mrs Parsons at the local tea shop when Benedict breezes in, looking so majestic dressed in Bridgerton blues that you grind to a halt. Luckily, he has not seen you as he makes a beeline for the counter.
“‘Tis rude to stare, my dear,” Mrs Parsons lectures sotto voce, nodding to your teacup, frozen in mid-air.
You shake your head a touch and place said item back in your saucer as she turns briefly to look at what or who caught your attention. Then she reaches out, her lace-gloved hand gently patting yours.
“It would be prudent to set your sights a little more realistic…” she advises with a sympathetic air. “Not that I fault your choice,” she adds, so quietly at first you're not sure you heard her correctly, but there is a tiny playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Your mouth falls open fractionally, and you stare as she shrugs. “I may be old, my dear, but I am not blind.”
Well, I never, Mrs Parsons!
As you take a bite of food, Benedict twists around from speaking to the proprietor, and he sees you. There’s a jolt down your spine as he breaks into a huge smile that claims his whole face. And you almost choke on scone crumbs as he makes a beeline over to you rather than the exit.
“Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n, Mrs Parsons!” he greets effusively. “Would it be terribly impolite to ask to join you briefly?”
Mrs Parsons' face is a picture of surprise. “Not at all; the pleasure is ours, Mr Bridgerton,” she responds affably, gesturing to the spare chair at your small round table.
As Benedict sits, Mrs Parsons shoots you an incredulous look. It's your turn to shrug fractionally.
“Mrs Parsons, I feel it necessary to tell you Mr Reeves was excessively rude to Miss y/l/n here at the ball, and I wanted to assure you that he will not be welcome at Aubrey Hall again,” he divulges sincerely.
Mrs Parsons looks taken aback and turns to you. “Why did you not tell me, my dear?”
“I-I did not think it necessary…” you twist your mouth into a bashful pout, biting your lip.
“Mr Bridgerton, thank you for bringing this to my attention, and I thank you for your generous offer, but that sort of action does not seem warranted,” she replies accommodatingly.
“That is what I said…”
“That is what she said…”
You and Benedict speak in unison at the exact same moment, and your eyes ping to each other, both laughing then bowing your heads immediately. You know your cheeks are flushed.
—
Benedict loves the look in your eye sometimes. That spirited sparkle with glowing cheeks. In his opinion, that is the only look you should ever wear; no one, especially one as unworthy as Mr Reeves, should be allowed to rob you of it. He feels a strong compulsion to do everything in his power to keep you looking like that—carefree, happy, stunning. It’s what motivates his subsequent words.
“If it is not considered too impudent for me to do so, I have a suggestion for Miss y/l/n’s introduction into society,” Benedict offers sincerely. “I believe you should be able to find her an excellent, worthy match by casting a wider net.”
“What are you proposing, Mr Bridgerton?” Mrs Parsons inquiries, almost warily.
“That Miss y/l/n come to London and partake in the remainder of the season as a guest of my family. My mother seems to think it an excellent idea, and I know my younger sister Eloise is already a good friend. I do not see why they could not attend events together,” he shrugs genially.
Mrs Parsons's face is a picture again. “You have already spoken to the Dowager Viscountess of this matter?” she checks, unable to modulate the astonishment in her tone.
“Of course,” he confirms with a nod. “I made such a suggestion this morning when your names came up. She heartily concurs. Miss y/l/n here is too bright and good of a person to have her marital choice limited by geography or circumstance.”
His eyes fall on you, and his heart gallops at the searing look you are giving him.
—
You don’t even try to temper your doe-eyed expression as you look upon Benedict, him extolling your virtues to the audience of the tea room.
Even distracted by all the wondrous things he has to say, you can detect the noise level on the surrounding tables has reduced; everyone in town always keen to eavesdrop on a Bridgerton conversation. Especially one that contains such noteworthy gossip as a local young lady being invited to the London season at the family’s behest.
“My dear, I trust that Lady Bridgerton will look after you well,” Mrs Parsons professes. “I have no objections should you desire to seize this opportunity.” Her tone pointed, very much encouraging you to do so.
“That would be just wonderful, Mr Bridgerton,” you exhale with a grateful smile. “I cannot thank you enough for even thinking to raise such a petition.”
“Think nothing of it, Miss y/l/n,” he smiles, standing up and giving you both a brief, shallow bow. “I shall see you anon, no doubt.”
And with that, he sweeps out of the tearoom, your eye line tracking his concave outline through the curved glass as he rounds the corner out of sight.
“Well, well,” Mrs Parsons puffs out her cheeks. “I am not sure what you did to inspire such actions in a gentleman. But bravo, my dear, bravo,” she holds her teacup aloft in a toast.
You are a jumble of emotions and could not even begin to answer Mrs Parsons about what you could possibly have done. Mostly, you are just elated by the prospect of the chance to attend the whirl of the London season, even if there is also a small pang of regret that Benedict is so keen to see you matched.
II: …Is To Love You
The following Tuesday, as your carriage pulls up outside the grandeur of Bridgerton House, you have nothing but butterflies. And as Lady Bridgerton - Violet as she insists you now call her - and her lady’s maid show you to your charming guest room, you cannot temper your excitement.
“Get yourself freshened up, my dear. There is a soiree this evening at the Queen’s new residence no less, and there is no time like the present to begin your introductions,” the dowager viscountess warmly counsels.
You nod your thank yous, and after they take their leave, you twirl excitedly around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and airy sunlight flooding in. You pull up in front of a large sash window and are delighted to see bounteous gardens beneath. The rear of the property is very much an oasis of calm in the heart of the city. But one sight in particular draws your eye: a majestic oak with two swings attached to a stately arm. It looks like a place of refuge, and you feel oddly compelled to take a seat there.
Three hours later, walking into the palatial Buckingham House, you are in a different world from the one you know in Kent. Candlelit crystal chandeliers glint like towering clusters of jewels, spraying thousands of shards of light around the room. Every railing is bedecked in hundreds of drooping flower garlands, and the walls groan with enormous portraits of royalty. The mellifluous strains of a chamber orchestra fill the air. Your grip on Eloise’s arm is tight as you try not to look agog at all the opulence surrounding you.
“And I thought Aubrey Hall was grand,” you murmur quietly, and she just guffaws.
—
Benedict arrives late to the soiree from his bachelor lodgings, bustling in as stealthily as possible, knowing he will likely catch his mother’s ire for his tardiness.
But then he sees a sight that makes him temporarily stop dead in his tracks. There, hanging on to his little sister, surveying the room utterly lost in reverie at its grandeur—is you. He has not seen you dressed up as you are now, made over with the full attention of the Bridgerton staff. And he isn't afraid to admit to himself, at least, that it catches his breath. How they have applied cosmetics and styled your hair, emphasising your already evident beauty. And the dress they have chosen… well, he is almost ashamed of the heat pooling low in his gut; he has never seen you in such tailored, refined silks.
Whosoever marries you shall be quite the luckiest man indeed.
He doesn't miss the way you inhale sharply when your eyes finally land on him, his chest swelling slightly with pride as your lips part in surprise before breaking into that winning smile which always seems to brighten every room, tonight being no exception.
As he pulls up to the family, he hears his mother opining to you about the men attending the ball.
“Y/n, I would like to introduce you to Lord Shelton; he is a fine young man with many interests, and he has a lovely estate near Hove,” his mother recounts as you listen intently.
“Oh god, no,” Benedict immediately intervenes, “Shelton has amassed significant debt at the Pudding Lane gaming hell…”
Violet looks up surprised, then raises an eyebrow. “Pray tell dear son, how do you have knowledge of such? Benedict Bridgerton, you had better not be frequenting the hells of the East End,” she threatens quietly, in that stern maternal manner that has any grown man quaking in their polished shoes.
“No, of course not, mother,” he bristles, his eyes cutting briefly to you, not wanting you to think such things of him. “It is an open secret at Whites’, and why he is currently banned from the card room there.”
—
You cannot tear your eyes off Benedict as his mother side-eyes him.
Violet hums sceptically before declaring. “Well, not to worry, there are plenty of other options available for Miss y/l/n…” She steers your attention towards another crowd of young men, all talking and sipping champagne. “Baron Corning, Lord Jennings, Viscount Tewkesbury,” she recounts, nodding subtly to each one. “Any would make a fine addition to your dance card, my dear.”
“We can do much better than any of them,” Benedict chides.
You are slightly taken aback at how very much he sounds like Anthony tonight; apparently very invested in curating who you should dance with. The problem is, with each additional suggestion his mother makes to you, he roundly dismisses them out of hand.
Is no one in attendance up to his standard?
“Benedict, dear, a word?” Violet states pointedly after a third round of his withering opinions. “Get yourself another lemonade,” she smiles at you, patting your hand before looping her arm in her son’s and dragging him away.
—
His mother’s arm is surprisingly strong when she needs it to be.
“Darling, may I remind you, while Miss Y/l/n is indeed a wonderful person, I do not think we can afford to be too picky for her prospects. Her background is rather… unestablished,” Violet points out diplomatically as soon as you are out of earshot.
“We can do better than braggards, bores and philanderers,” Benedict shoots back, raising a pointed eyebrow.
She looks up at him and sighs. “Well, that is true.”
“As I thought, mother,” he winks as she affectionately swats his forearm. “Why not benefit from my knowledge? In fact, perhaps it is prudent I assist in your search for a suitor.”
“Oh, is it now?” Her tone suddenly filled with intrigue, her face entirely too scrutinising for his liking. “And does not my second son wish to join their ranks?” She adds entirely unsubtly.
“I have no time for romance; I have my art. I am most preoccupied.” He waves a dismissive hand, but even he knows his answer is tellingly brusque.
“And yet, you do not seem too busy to assist with the search, dear…” she points out archly.
Benedict has no response to that.
—
The day after the grand ball, you are sat in the dappled shade in the gardens of Bridgerton House, attempting needlework. It's never been your strength, frankly. You would much rather be allowed to partake in more physical pursuits, like archery or fencing, a want to burn off nervous energy as you await the arrival of any suitors. You did end up dancing with a couple of gentlemen, both of whom were…. fine… in your estimation.
After messing up yet another stitch, you throw down the embroidery hoop and emit a deep sigh when a familiar chuckle rings out behind you.
“Not your favourite pastime?” Benedict correctly guesses.
“You can say that again,” you grumble, twisting to smile at him, a little frisson in your belly at his mere presence, alone as you are.
He rounds to take a seat opposite you, across the table.
“So let me guess,” his face charmingly skewed into a thoughtful mien. “You would prefer to be doing something, hmmmm, more athletic?”
You giggle and cast your eyes downwards briefly, abashed he seems to know you so well. “Correct again.”
“I remember you being a crack shot in archery,” he smiles nostalgically before continuing with genuine curiosity. “Why did you not continue it?”
“I was informed ‘tis unbecoming for a lady,” you rue, the mental image of Mrs Parsons deeming such things ‘unladylike’ flitting through your mind.
He scoffs. “Since when did fearsome little Skylark care one jot for societal expectations?” he teases gently, with a wink, as again he invokes the nickname he bestowed upon you a long time hence.
You smile briefly before you become more sanguine. “Since I have been informed I must find a husband…” you sigh.
He frowns a touch. “Any man would be lucky to have a wife who can keep him company on the archery field. I know I, for one, would greatly appreciate a spouse with whom I could share such a pastime.”
A bittersweet twinge in your gut that one day he will indeed be married to some deserving, no doubt elegant, lady.
“I would venture that you are not like most gentlemen in that regard…”
“Perhaps not,” he agrees, looking thoughtful, “but then you are not like most ladies, Skylark.”
“I am not a lady…” your counterpoint softly-spoken, almost ashamed.
“You are more lady than any other member of the Ton,” he asserts, his gaze suddenly intense, as if he is willing you to believe his point. “And you should be free to pursue any pastime you wish.”
You say nothing, just smile wanly, wishing you could believe it was true.
—
How you constantly doubt yourself causes a little stab behind Benedict’s ribs. A sudden burning need to prove that you should do as you please. He slaps his thighs and stands up swiftly.
“In fact, I am going to go set up the archery targets right now,” he nods decisively, making a beeline for the far corner of the garden where he knows the targets are kept, hoping you will follow.
“Coming?” he calls, twisting to look back at you. “I won't tell anyone…” he adds with a conspiratorial wink, seeing from the involuntary bounce of your leg how much you wish to join in.
He cannot help the smile that engulfs his face as you jump to your feet with a mischievous giggle. Nor can he help deliberately aiming badly, letting you roundly defeat him at target practice, basking in the victorious glint in your eye as you tease him gently for losing.
He also pretends not to notice his mother watching from a high window, her expression riveted and so very telling.
—
Later that day, you are reading quietly with Eloise when Violet sweeps into the drawing room with her lady's maid.
“Y/n, Sir Denton is here to see you,” she smiles brightly.
“Oh, I…” you stutter, sitting upright, surprised.
“I can send him away, Miss?” The maid offers, intuiting your disquiet.
“No, no, it is fine… I am just surprised, that is all. ‘Tis almost 4pm. I was not expecting that anyone would be calling, given the late hour.”
Benedict suddenly materialises in the doorway. As ever, there’s that trademark flutter in your chest.
“Any reason Denton is lingering in the hallway?” he inquires airily, grabbing a teacup and pouring himself some.
“He is here for y/n,” Violet breezes as his eyes cut to you, a wave of irritation seeming to cloud his face.
“Well, we should dismiss him,” Benedict sniffs, pausing in his action, his face souring.
“Why?” Violet frowns.
“I had a chance to look into his past since I acquiesced to his dance with y/n last night…”
“Acquiesced?!” Violet scoffs, but Benedict ignores her interjection, save for a curt eyebrow raise.
“I have subsequently discovered he has vastly overstated his assets,” Benedict bristles imperiously.
“Who woke up and made you Anthony?” Eloise pipes up witheringly.
Benedict shoots her a look of irritation. “Anthony has deputised me to run family matters while he is away on business this week, sister,” he reminds pointedly.
“Yes, but you did not have to adopt his personality as well,” Eloise shoots back, disgust evident on her face.
“I take finding y/n here, a suitable match, seriously,” he volleys. “Do you wish to see your good friend married to someone unworthy of her?”
“Well, no…”
“Then kindly permit me to handle matters,” Benedict orders with finality, uncharacteristically forthright in his opinions.
“I do not wish to see her married at all…” Eloise mutters under her breath as he stalks away to dispatch Denton before anyone can argue.
You just sit there mildly dumbfounded, unsure what to make of it all.
—
The following evening, you are attending a music recital with the Bridgertons; Benedict is notably absent, which makes you a touch melancholic in a way you don’t want to dwell on.
However, the evening turns for the better while you are taking refreshments at the interval. A friendly-faced young man strikes up a conversation with you after an introduction from Violet.
“Are you enjoying the music tonight, Miss y/l/n?” he asks genially.
“It is very nice, Lord Glassborough,” you offer politely, trying to stifle your slight boredom. You enjoy music, but a two-hour concert is a little too much for you. You much prefer a short set of songs as they play at balls.
“I find it rather dull myself,” he opines quietly, leaning in. “I much prefer a lively song one may dance to.”
You know your face is a picture of surprise that his opinion is an exact mirror of your own.
“Have I offended you so?” he checks, looking mildly contrite.
“Not at all, my lord. I was actually just thinking the same myself,” you chuckle quietly.
He looks inordinately pleased and breaks into a friendly, toothy grin. He seems like a nice, agreeable sort. A pleasant, if not particularly handsome, face. Over his shoulder, you see Violet looking inordinately pleased you appear to be getting on so well.
—
“I am not sure I can do this...” you sigh as Ms West genially taps the metronome.
“You can, dear; just remember your finger placement,” she encourages as your fingers fall to the cool ivory keys.
And so you begin again. Attempting to master this tricky piece, your eyes tracing the lines of music as you play the pianoforte. Violet is so keen for you to brush up on your skills, given Lord Glassborough’s interest in you yesterday. You could not find an adequate excuse fast enough, and so here you are, in a slightly reluctant music lesson, trying your best to recall how Mrs Parsons taught you to play a few years ago.
“Men do so appreciate a lady who can entertain them with exquisite music,” Ms West nods approvingly as you play.
Mostly, you are relieved when you make it to the end with no mistakes, at least none glaringly obvious.
“I much prefer to sing…” you admit tacitly as Ms West shuffles the sheet music.
She looks at you surprised, then shoos you from the piano stool. “Sing for me then, my dear…” taking a seat and beginning the opening bars to a song that, fortunately, you know well.
You begin to sing along, growing more confident with every note, allowing yourself to get lost in the words, the story of a lady awaiting her true love.
“Exceptional!” she peals delightedly over the sound, and you feel bolstered to continue, her playing the perfect accompaniment.
—
Benedict stops short as soon as he enters the house. The most lilting, beautiful sound echoing gently down the marble hall.
“Who is that Jenkins?” he asks of the butler who takes his coat.
“I believe it is Miss y/l/n, sir.”
He draws inexorably closer, finding himself watching you through the crack in the doorway, listening to you sing a touching tale of love that sounds so hauntingly hypnotic in your mellifluous tones. Your eyes are closed, and you sway to the melody, lost in reverie, in the narrative you weave.
The piano stops abruptly.
“Can we help you, sir?” an elder lady calls crisply.
Benedict realises the door has crept open slightly before him, enough for him to be seen by your music teacher. He watches as you swing around and look horrified that you may have an audience. It makes him take a resolute step forward into the room.
“Do you need us to desist? Is it perhaps too loud?” the lady checks deferentially, likely assuming him to be the head of the household.
“No!” His reply is a touch too forceful. “Please continue,” he modifies. “I was merely drawn by the splendid sound I heard. I am not sure I have ever heard such a wondrous voice,” he adds, keeping his gaze steadfastly upon the lady, not able to look you in the eye as he confesses as such.
—
You are mortified when you realise Benedict heard you singing; you have always managed to keep it private, until now at least. But now your heart is suddenly pounding at his extolling words.
“She does indeed have a most excellent voice,” Ms West concurs with his sentiment, looking at you expectantly as Benedict walks further into the room, his face with the same hopeful expression.
“I am not sure I can…” you stumble, nervous for an audience, most especially him; his is the opinion that would matter to you the most—you would be crestfallen should he not like it.
“Sing more for me, please, Skylark?” His ask is gentle, beseeching as if it were just the two of you alone.
“Skylark?” Ms West sounds enchanted.
“My childhood nickname for Miss y/l/n,” Benedict explains as he takes a seat.
“Skylarks have a wonderful song,” she sighs wistfully.
“Indeed,” Benedict chimes, his eyes still upon you. “I never knew how appropriate it was until this very moment.”
Something warm cracks in your chest at his sweet words, making you courageous. At least enough to nod when Ms West looks to you again from the piano. And so you restart the song for your special audience, heart in your mouth. The words coming easily to you, an extra layer of meaning he will never know as you sing words of unrequited devotion, looking to him in your braver moments. His face is enrapt, leaning forward, his eyes soft and expressive.
As you reach a high note at the end of the song, holding it, Benedict bursts into applause, jumping up from his seat and taking you by surprise, grabbing your gloved hands in his.
“You should always be singing Skylark…” he pronounces. “Truly beautiful. Please promise me, no matter what happens, that you will always, always sing…”
You duck your head briefly, unsure how to deal with his effusive praise. Ms West’s face is a picture as you stand there, your hands still trapped in his, feeling a tingle where the warmth of his skin seeps through the layers to yours.
“I-I-I promise,” you reply meekly, a touch dazed as you raise your eyes again to meet his, the intensity making your lungs restrict.
“Thank you.”
Two words have never sounded so sincere or loaded with significance.
III: … And I Do.
A few days later, it is the Trowbridge Ball, a decadent affair that is usually the most talked about of the season, apparently. You share a carriage ride there with Benedict and Eloise, trying your best not to stare at him—so handsomely dressed in a white cravat and black velvet cropped jacket that clings to his tapered shape. But mostly, you fail. Your skin flushes hot the more you look at him. You could swear that his gaze strays to you, too, subtly sweeping the fine teal silk Madam Delacroix has expertly tailored for you.
“You look beautiful this evening, ladies,” he offers politely to both you and Eloise.
“What do you want?” Eloise cuts across your reply, narrowing her eyes at her older brother, instantly suspicious of his flattery.
“Can I not compliment without an ulterior motive?” he frowns, their usual sibling dynamic emerging.
“Not usually,” Eloise sniffs, with another suspicious glance, before looking out the carriage window.
You take the opportunity to mumble your thanks to him. His responding smile warms your entire being, his hazy eyes lingering in a way that makes your skin prickle. And when he offers a chivalrous hand to assist you down from the carriage, you could swear his hand lingers upon yours a few seconds longer than is necessary.
Around an hour later, as you go to partake in a refreshment, a sneering Lady Cowper utters something cruel under her breath as you pass, her sour-looking daughter smirking beside her. You do not hear all of the words, but you do not need to. One sideways glance tells you all that you need to know. It seems so unnecessarily cruel, never having even exchanged so much as a word with you, but even as you feel a lump in your throat, their attention is already elsewhere.
“Ah! Mr Briddgerton,” her entire demeanour changing to oleaginous charm, “my daughter looks particularly stunning tonight, does she not? I do believe you should secure a place upon her dance card before there are none left!”
You watch Benedict blanch at the very words.
“I do not dance, Lady Cowper, but I bid you ladies a good evening,” he responds, polite but firm.
You try your hardest not to giggle at the disdained look on their faces as he sweeps past them, and you feel light as air as, instead, he draws up to you and winks.
“That woman does not realise she is doing her daughter’s prospects more harm than good with her brashness,” he comments dryly as he grabs a glass of champagne from the stand next to you.
“I am not so sure the daughter would do much better without her; she seems perpetually furious about her own hairstyle,” you opine sardonically, making Benedict snort loudly into his champagne glass. A lightness fizzles in your being as he shoots you a look of unmistakable admiration for that remark.
“I daresay you are a much better dancer than her,” he contends, not breaking eye contact, placing aside his drink before leaning in and continuing in a hushed voice. “Perhaps you would do me the honour of a dance, Skylark, to confirm my suspicion?”
There is a vault in your chest as he employs your private nickname in public and, not only that, is offering you a dance when, just a moment ago, he declared publicly that he would not.
You can only nod, heart hammering, as he breaks out into the most handsome smile, offering you his arm and leading you to the centre of the room as you hear a ripple go through the nearby crowd. Apparently the sight of one Benedict Bridgerton taking to the dancefloor is a rare occasion indeed.
—
As he takes your gloved hand in his and curls an arm around your shoulder, he realises this was perhaps a mistake. An impromptu offer, the hollow thrill of petty revenge for the insult he observed the Cowpers sling at you. But now he realises it has rather backfired upon him.
He cares not a jot for the gossiping, people nodding and pointing to you both as you begin to dance. No, the problem is much more concerning than that.
It is how discombobulated he feels having you in his arms.
How your body seems to fit and move perfectly with his. How, when you dare to look up at him, his mouth goes a little dry. He has never truly noticed how striking your eyes are until seeing them this close. Indeed, the evident beauty of your face, the way you seem to glow from within, more tonight than ever. It makes his chest - and somewhere else on his body - feel entirely too tight.
—
Nothing could have prepared you for this.
The feeling of literally being swept off your feet. With Benedict's handsome face smiling down upon you as you seem to float around the dancefloor.
Surely, this is what dreams are made of?
You know it is a flight of fancy, but it seems as though the floor beneath your feet is a shower of diamonds rather than candlelight refracted through chandeliers. The warmth and strength of Benedict’s embrace caged around you, respectful but so close it makes your lungs feel too small to gasp the air you need to keep moving. But you never want to stop. A whirlwind of sensation as you twirl, carried away by the music, the man, the moment.
“Thank you, Benedict,” you breathe, knowing you are likely looking up at him far too adoringly but unable to mask it, a burning need for him to know how grateful you are for this dance, not even noting your over-familial use of his first name at a society event.
His eyes flash and you could swear they dilate a fraction before you must turn your back to him, following the steps.
“I was right,” he rumbles cryptically from behind you now, his large hands wrapped around yours as you hold them aloft together, following the moves of the dance. “It is indeed an honour to dance with you.”
Your belly flares as you turn in unison and realise that you are now dancing right in front of Cressida, her expression murderous. It makes you bolder than you have ever been, tilting your head sideways a fraction so your cheek almost brushes Benedict’s, fuelled by the envy you feel seething from within her.
You could swear he sighs ‘Skylark’ as his hot breath tickles your ear, your chest pounding, a flavour in the air you can taste, a powerful stirring low in your belly.
—
Benedict knows this is a dangerous path and yet is powerless to do anything but walk it. Breathing your nickname into your hair as he inhales your scent, heightened by the movement of your dancing. A light, sweet floral perfume but underneath the smell of you, familiar from many years of friendship but altered now, more decadent, an undercurrent of tart berries that thrills and stirs deep within him. Even while knowing his ever-vigilant mother is watching, an inscrutable expression upon her face.
He is almost grateful when the music ends before he does something foolish. But then you are staring up into his face, all doe-eyed expectant beauty and his tongue feels unexpectedly tied. He is almost grateful when an interrupting hand wraps around his shoulder.
—
You watch Will Mondrich whisper in Benedict’s ear, and before you know it, he is offering apologies to you with a shallow, polite bow before hurrying away. Coming back to reality with a bump, you drift awkwardly from the dance floor, feeling judgy eyes upon you, suddenly flooded with concern your behaviour was entirely too wanton.
Before your thoughts can spiral too far, however, someone materialises at your side.
“I do so hope your dance card is not full tonight, Miss y/l/n,” a newly-familiar, chipper voice cut in.
“Lord Glassborough,” you breathe; your relief at seeing his cordial face is palpable. “I am available to dance right now,” you smile politely, taking his proffered arm and letting him lead you back out to the spot you and Benedict had just vacated.
As the music begins and you move together, the difference is… noticeable. Gone is the frisson over your limbs, that excitement as if your skin could vibrate off your bones. Instead you feel comforted, almost a brotherly presence as he leads you in the dance. He is technically proficient, but it feels lacking—that tension, that heat burning in the space between you. It makes you yearn for Benedict even though he was just with you. It makes your stomach settle with a leaden weight you realise you will have to settle for less than what you truly desire.
Still distracted by your mental comparison, you absently acquiesce to his suggestion to take some air upon the terrace as the dance ends. You sense Violet, ever the vigilant chaperone, follow as he leads you into the cooler air outside.
“Miss y/l/n…,” Lord Glassborough begins cautiously. You sense a nervousness in his being, pulling your full focus to him. “I think us most compatible, would you not agree?”
“We make most excellent friends, indeed, Lord Glassborough,” you hedge, not wanting to appear overzealous.
“And friendship is the most appropriate foundation to build something more… tender,” he argues with a smile. “I do believe I could offer you a most agreeable life.”
There is a strange twinge in your chest as suddenly, you realise what this is. The moment everyone, except perhaps yourself, has been awaiting all season.
“I would be honoured if you would consent to be my wife, Miss y/l/n,” he humbly offers a sincere kindness shining in his eyes.
And there it is. An offer of marriage from a perfectly nice, respectable gentleman done in an appropriate manner.
To one side, you see Violet clutch a hand over her chest, face delighted, even as you form fists within your delicate gloves, wishing this moment were not happening so soon after a truly breathtaking dance with the man of your dreams. Who is not the same man as the one before you, nervously shuffling from foot to foot, awaiting your reply.
“I am honoured, Lord Glassborough,” you answer cautiously, bowing your head demurely. “This is a big decision to make. Please allow me time to give you my proper, considered answer?”
“Of course,” he bows chivalrously, his accommodating nature making this moment all the more bittersweet. He is indeed a lovely man.
He is just not the one you want with every fibre of your being.
—
That night, you cannot sleep. Knowing you have the most significant decision of your life to make. So, in the small hours, you find yourself drifting to the deserted kitchen of Bridgerton House to do what you do best when you need to think calmly—baking.
An activity you have grown up doing with Mrs Parsons. Many hours spent happily with flour dusting your hands, sun streaming into her grand but homely kitchen. A perhaps slightly maverick pastime for a lady of her social standing, with staff to do such things for her should she wish it, but so very enjoyable nonetheless.
Throwing a large, heavy baking apron over your nightdress and robe, you potter around, the flagstone of the basement floor cold underfoot, a grounding feeling that stops your mind from racing too much.
You have no idea how to respond to Glassborough’s proposal. On one hand, he is a seemingly nice man, certainly of a good family. You are sure he would be a perfectly acceptable husband, unlikely to be mean or untoward. It is just… a nagging voice is telling you to turn him down despite him being an imminently sensible choice, your heart wanting, well, the impossible. A man that excites you, not just a safe, practical option.
You are onto your second batch of lemon and rosemary biscuits when a voice makes you jump out of your skin.
“What on earth…?”
There in the doorway is Benedict, looking confounded to find you here. The very man who makes your heart skip, always. He is dressed the most casually you have ever seen him— also barefoot, in a white frilled shirt and dark trousers, brocade braces slung around his hips. You swear you may have to grab the bench before you to stay upright.
“Y/n! We have cooks you can call upon at any time should you need food!” he fusses, instantly concerned, moving to ring a bell on the wall.
“No! Please do not!” You exclaim, rushing to stop him, grabbing his sleeve in your haste. “I-I enjoy baking. It is relaxing; it helps me to think.”
His brow knits and his eyes flick down to your hold on his sleeve, a warm vein pulsing under your fingertips. You snatch your hand away quickly, a blush staining your cheeks, mumbling an apology as you scurry back to your biscuit-making.
“Alright,” he concedes slowly, still appearing confused. “When I saw the sconces lit from the rear stairwell, I assumed one of the staff was still down here.”
You find it bemusing that he seems at pains to justify why he might also be in the kitchen, especially to you, a guest. This is Bridgerton House, and he is a Bridgerton. He may go wherever he pleases, surely? And yet here he is, doing so.
“I was rather hoping for some hot cocoa,” he explains with that soft, crooked smile that always makes your heart flutter.
“Oh! Well, umm, I could make you some cocoa?” you look down, wiping your hands upon your apron and moving to do so.
—
That you would make such an offer, as if seeing yourself as unpaid help, spurs him into action.
“No, you certainly will not!” He decries, moving swiftly towards the larder before you can. “I am perfectly fine with some cold milk,” he assures, re-emerges with a bottle and pouring himself a glass, leaning back against the sink to take a sip.
Despite the lateness of the hour, he finds your heretofore secret pastime strangely fascinating. A lady who bakes. By choice. So he watches as you return to making your biscuit dough, entertained as you begin to beat the mixture quite furiously with a wooden spatula.
“Have those ingredients caused you some sort of personal offence….?” he jests lightly, nodding to the bowl.
He observes a flit of contrition across your face before you answer.
“I, umm, have a decision that I must make; baking helps me think,” you explain vaguely, then appear to rapidly change the subject. “I am, however, sure of one fact - some biscuits are a must to accompany milk. There is a completed batch over there.”
“Genius,” he opines with a wink, enthusiastically moving to grab one from the cooling rack you signalled to, delighting in the blush that darkens your cheeks. But he decides to push the topic you abruptly avoided. Concerned there could be a topic you are genuinely wrestling with. If his opinion on the matter can ameliorate your burdens, he would be most honoured to assist.
“What sort of decision must you make?” he inquires before temporarily losing the power of speech. There is an explosion of tart lemon and earthy herb on his tongue that melts into a buttery sweetness, utterly divine. “Lord alive, these are delicious!!!” he exclaims around the mouthful.
“Thank you,” you answer softly.
You are always so modest about your talents; it sometimes makes him want to grab your shoulders and shake you gently. To make you see what he does.
“To answer your question, it is a perplexing matter that needs serious consideration,” you explain, stopping short of detail. It appears you are not yet ready to share the news with him. Something about that makes him a touch sad, but he also does not want to pry if you are reluctant to divulge.
—
Benedict swallows the bite he has taken, and you find yourself staring at the movement of his throat as he does. Knowing one thing to be true—if it were his proposal, you would not even hesitate for a split second. That wistful thought makes you suddenly melancholic, and you sigh, pushing aside your mixing bowl, realising this may be an issue baking will not fix.
“I do so hate to see you doubt yourself, Skylark,” he offers quietly after a beat, mien so earnest. “Trust yourself. You will find the right answer for your dilemma; I am certain of it.”
He is so remarkably supportive that, ironically, you almost want to scream at him.
“I should leave you to your thoughts,” his tone is gentle, reluctant.
“Please, there is no need, Benedict,” you try to assure. “To be honest, in all of this world, yours is the company I enjoy the very most…”
That truth is out of your mouth before you can censor it.
You sheepishly glance over to be met by a surprised look on his face. He takes a few steps towards you, probably without realising it, and suddenly, he is very close, faint wisps of his woodsy, citrus cologne tickling your nose.
“And I, yours, Skylark…” he rumbles, his gaze falling to your lips.
Time seems to stop, and you feel pinned under glass, staring up into his handsome face as he breathes slightly ragged, your body rioting as he engulfs your senses, definitely too close to be considered gentlemanly, polite…
…But then, he takes a sharp inhale and steps back as if coming to his senses. He turns heel with a hastily muttered goodbye, and before you know it, he is gone. Leaving you bewildered, your thoughts scattered.
—
The following day, Benedict is idly reading the paper, partaking in a leisurely lunch of tea and cake, when his mother swans in, reeling off a set of instructions for her lady's maid.
“Oh, and lastly, do not forget, we should secure an appointment with the modiste, in case Miss y/l/n should know her answer today…” Violet concludes breezily as she takes a seat.
“Yet another ball we must suffer, mother?” Benedict drawls drily, folding down his paper and taking a hearty bite of zesty lemon drizzle.
She shoots her son an exasperated look before neatly smoothing a serviette into her lap as she is served her usual afternoon Earl Grey by the butler. “Miss y/l/n will be in need of a wedding dress, Benedict, dear.”
He spits an array of crumbs onto his newspaper, coughing in shock. “She will need what?!?” he wheezes, barely recovering.
“Lord Glassborough proposed to Miss y/l/n last night, my dear, at the ball. She has yet to give her answer, but I am certain she will. They are a fine match,” Violet declares, taking a sip of tea.
“Why did she not mention it to me?” he mutters, more to himself than anyone, his forehead creasing heavily in a frown as he swallows the rest of his mouthful.
“Why would she have?”
“We talked last night…” letting slip perhaps too much in his perplexed state, lost in his own tumbling thoughts.
“When last night? We returned from the ball very late,” a suspicious tone in his mother’s voice, belatedly releasing he should know better than to think aloud; she is sharp as a tack.
“I-I found Miss y/l/n baking last night… in the kitchen when I went for cocoa… she told me she had a dilemma she was wrestling with…” he admits, looking down at the paper, the words now a jumble before his eyes. “Mother do you think it is possible she will say yes??” Benedict's head snaps up, his heart suddenly pounding in his ears.
“She would be a fool not to,” Violet points out, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. “Unless there was another, perhaps more wanted, proposal she could consider. Do you possibly know of one? Son?”
Even he can read between those lines.
“I-I am late,” he abruptly changes tack. “I promised to meet Anthony today to discuss the soil at Aubrey,” he bustles rapidly, standing and fleeing the room before he can allow his mother to see how much of a complete lie that is.
—
Benedict spends the afternoon at White’s, downing perhaps one too many whiskeys as he grills his fellow patrons upon the Glassborough family. Looking for any reason he can find to object to the betrothal while steadfastly refusing to examine why he feels so passionately about the subject. He also spends time checking the hefty tomes of Debrett’s the club holds.
He returns to Bridgerton House just as dusk settles in, the sky streaking red and pink as he enters.
“Where have you been, dear?” Violet asks as he rounds into the parlour.
“Researching,” he gruffs economically.
“What? Or rather whom?” Violet inquires, revealing she already has a firm idea of what she asks.
“I can find nothing wrong with him!”
Benedict paces, an energy emanating from his being as if he is rattled by that very fact.
“That is a good thing, is it not, son?” Violet reminds pointedly. “We want y/n married to a good gentleman…”
Benedict shoots her an exasperated look but relents. “I suppose…”
“Is not your reluctance perhaps for another reason, my dear?” Her question is gentle, if not particularly subtle.
He slumps into a wingback chair with a defeated sigh. “Go ahead. Say your piece, mother.”
“I have watched you, darling,” she begins gently, watching him tip his head back and screw his eyes shut. “I do not know exactly when, but your regard of Miss y/l/n has altered, and I am not the only one to observe it.”
Benedict's eyes fly open, and he tips his head down with a frown as his mother continues.
“Even Colin has marked a change in you. If you feel anything, my dear, then Miss y/l/n has the right to know. Before it is too late. The right to make an informed choice if you are bold enough to give her one. Son, I have only ever wanted my children’s happiness. And if your happiness lies somewhere that perhaps even you have not realised until now…. well then I encourage you to follow it. Follow your heart.”
Her impassioned speech suddenly makes the pieces of a jumbled jigsaw before his eyes arrange into a pattern, a way forward that is suddenly clear and sharply in focus.
It makes him leap to his feet, an urgency thronging in his being.
“Where is Miss y/l/n?” he almost barks.
“I do not know,” Violet confesses, “but I do know she has not yet seen or written to Lord Glassborough,” she adds.
“Good…” he rasps, headed determined out of the room to find you.
—
The verdant lush grass is cool between your toes as you curl them over, sighing heavily, the night now dark, a twinkle of silver among the navy sky, soon to be black. The swing under the big oak, a refuge you have sought many times since staying at Bridgerton House, feels a particularly poignant place to be tonight as an internal war rages within you, your decision swaying back and forth as much as the wooden seat you are perched upon, the rope digging into your cheekbone as you slump against it, flummoxed.
You know what your answer to Glassborough should be. Indeed, what it should have been from the moment he asked.
A resounding yes.
In every practical measure, this is the best possible outcome of your London season. A proposal from a thoroughly decent, acceptable gentleman, way above the station you were expecting, given your less than prestigious certainty of lineage.
And yet.
And yet.
There is a large part of you, your heart, that wants to turn down the proposal, foolhardy as that may be. Wanting to feel akin to what you felt as you danced with Benedict last night. You are not so foolish as to believe he would ever propose, but perhaps there is someone else out there for you that may evoke something similar for you? Even if only half, it would be enough. Enough for you to build a future around and feel contentment in your heart, to not just settle for what your head knows to be a sensible choice.
—
Having searched the house, he rounds into the garden and stops short, heart leaping into his throat as he spies you, swaying gently upon the swing, looking thoroughly lost in thought. It makes his chest ache that you are so melancholic about a decision that should indeed be joyous. The selfish part of him celebrating, hoping that perhaps you are not. His memory recalls with perfect clarity how you have looked as lost as he now feels every time you have been close. The unbearable lightness of hope seizes his legs and draws him inexorably closer.
—
You whip around as you sense company and have to take a deep breath as your eyes fall upon Benedict. His face pinched with a restless intensity.
“I was hoping I would find you,” he exhales.
“You have,” you shrug, still confused by his crackling energy, him seeming in a rush to say something.
“Skylark, you deserve the very best of everything. Sincerely. And part of that includes that you should know the truth in the hearts of those lucky enough to know you…” a slight quake in his voice as he takes a step closer.
“Alright…” you respond cautiously, your brow creasing as you sense the nerves emanating from him.
You gasp as he rapidly drops to one knee before you, a hand clutched to his chest.
“I have been a fool to not see it before now. My own ardent admiration for you, for your talents, for your beauty. I realise now, perhaps too late, that you are truly the most wondrous, precious being in this world. You may not always see it, but it would be my greatest honour to show you, every day, if you will permit me, what I see when I look upon you. What I have always seen if I am honest with myself. A light that shines brighter than any other, a bird that soars higher and sings more sweetly than any other. A soul that it would be a privilege to be bound to. I know it is perhaps the worst possible timing, seeing as you already have a proposal from a perfectly acceptable gentleman. Still, I could not let you get married without letting you know the contents of my heart.”
You are stunned. Speechless.
Your heart pounds in your ribcage as you sit there stupified for what must be an age, Benedict looking upon you expectantly, breath slightly ragged from his long speech. Somehow, convincing yourself this could only be a dream. That the man you have adored since before you can remember has just made the most beautiful poetic confession of love you have ever heard. And it’s to you.
So, you do the only logical thing that comes to mind. Pinch your own leg. Hard.
—
Benedict is momentarily confounded at your actions.
“Owwww!” you yelp. “Not dreaming then…” is your muttered follow-up, rubbing your own knee as his face morphs into the most enormous grin, a lightning bolt of joy tearing through him as he realises what you are doing, that you can scarcely believe this is happening any more than he can.
“It is really me, Skylark,” he chuckles softly, seeing the way your eyes dilate rapidly as he can't help the lopsided grin that claims his face, a warmth behind his ribs that is just for you.
“I realise that now,” you sass back, and there is a stirring in his trousers at the tone you employ.
“I love you.”
It's a reflex; he doesn't even realise he says it. But as soon as it's out of his mouth, it's like an invisible burden has been lifted from his entire being. The truth. Plain. Simple. Honest.
—
You know your face is aflame as you snap back at him, entirely without meaning to, but then he says three little words that tilt your whole world even more.
“I-I-I love you too.”
You are bewildered when you say it aloud.
The truth. Plain. Simple. Honest.
“Marry me? Please. My darling, wonderful friend,” he implores, his bare hands grabbing yours, tingles shooting over you as your skin touches his.
“Yes!! I will!!!��� you answer breathlessly, not even a second of hesitation.
He leans in and captures your lips with his. They are warm and soft as they move gently with yours. And when he opens your mouth with his and his tongue rolls delicately over yours, it feels as if all the fireworks you have seen in the sky live now inside you, popping and exploding in a riot of colour. A whole new world of sensual pleasure is promised in that one move.
“Are you certain?” you murmur as you break apart for air, a flash of insecurity that this is happening so fast, even as there is a strong pull inside, a want to keep kissing him over and over.
He smiles, tilting his forehead to yours, a wistful look in his blue eyes.
“To know you, truly know you, is to love you, Skylark,” he sighs, his words a blanket settling over your quaking heart. “And I do. I truly do.”
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hi i love your fanfictions. can i request a imagine with sweet home sergeant kim. you are a doctor +soldier.you served in the military but your base camp was destroyed.so you joined the crow platoon.since then only seok chan and the others have been your friends.sergeant kim was always cold towards you.one day you had argument with him. please i dont know what should be the argument about.it could be she being careless and getting hurt??and then they had to go for the supplies and when getting the supplies a monster comes and attacks sregeant kim.she then tries to get it off. and then the monster comes for her and she gets hurt.then after the monster died,sergeant kim scolds her for getting herself hurt.she couldnt bear him anymore.she then breaks down about how he was always so cold to her and etc. he went quite and they went back to their camp she went back to her room. she struggles to clean up her wound on the shoulder.sergeant kim was heading to her room to apologize to her.he sees her struggling so he helps her.there is ome sexual tension between them. he broke the silence by saying sorry.then afte that they are sitting so close together they kissed made out.confessed their feelings for each other and fell asleep together.sorry i wrote this much.
hellooo!! tysm :) here’s you’re fic, i changed a couple of bits but tried to stick to the storyline you wanted as best as possible so i hope you like it!
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“make sure to keep the wound as clean as you can, okay?” you smiled at the women in front of you before handing her some bandages “take these and change the dressing every two days”
“thank you, you’re always so kind” the lady thanked you before walking away.
with a smile you watched her walk away as your wrapped up for the day. being part of the platoon and being a doctor you split your responsibilities. some days you’d go out on expeditions to find supplies and other days you’d be on doctor duty, helping the civilians.
you wanted to make sure you were doing your part.
after packing up your supplies up and closing the infirmary, you headed to the platoon area. when you got there, most of the men were eating supper or waiting for their shirts to dry.
“oh it’s y/n. come eat with us!” seok-chan gestured for you to come over to where he and some of the other platoon members were eating.
you nodded with a grin before grabbing yourself a bowl of whatever they were serving and went to sit next to seok-chan.
“how’s my favourite military doctor doing?” he gently elbowed your side and you chuckled.
“i am very good. i just can’t wait to go back to my room and sleep later though” you answered dramatically putting your head on seok-chan’ shoulder.
“busy day, huh?” he nudged you slightly and you lifted your head.
“don’t even get me started but anyway enough about me. what did you get up to today? find yourself a girlfriend yet?”
“ahh no way. you know i could never date unless the sarge decides to. that will never happen though”
“that’s right. the sarge is too serious to start dating anyone” seo-jin chimed in.
“please, the sarge will never find someone. he’s too uptight and cold. i mean, he literally doesn’t even talk to me! how rude can someone even-“ you complained but seok-chan suddenly cleared his throat causing you to stop talking.
you twisted your head slightly and saw yeong-hu stood a meter away with his arms crossed looking at you.
“i think you should stop worrying about such trivial matters and focus on doing your appointed jobs miss y/l/n. you’re on washing up duty and there’s a big pile waiting for you to clean” yeong-hu said before walking away.
when he was a safe distance away, you sighed aloud.
“he heard all of it, didn’t he?” you held your head low “god, he didn’t like me much before. i bet now he’s likes me even less”
“it’s not that bad y/n. you know how the sarge is…” seok-chan made an attempt to try and make you feel better but it was not working.
sergeant kim yeong-hu just didn’t like you and you didn’t know why.
the following day, you woke up nice and early. you were going to be going on an expedition with the platoon. after getting your gear you went to the main platoon area. most of the members were still getting themselves ready and you joined jin-ho who was doing his usual tech things.
“i don’t know how you do all this. there’s about a hundred wires” you commented watching jin-ho attach one wire onto another.
“it’s easy once you know what is what” he said and briefly looked at you.
“right..are you thinking of growing your hair out again?”
“not any time soon. it’s easier if it’s just short…” jin-ho answered running a hand over his head “i do like how it looks when it’s longer but-"
he abruptly stopped speaking as his eyes widened slightly. he then cleared his throat and turned his focus back to what he was originally doing.
“if you don’t mind y/n, let’s talk later im busy right now” he said in a serious tone and you awkwardly nodded.
it wasn’t until you got up from your seat next to jin-ho that you realised why he was acting in such a weird way. when you got up and turned on your heel, you saw yeong-hu stood nearby. he had a stern look on his face and spoke once you saw him.
“any luck jin-ho?” yeong-hu said aloud “i hope you’re not getting distracted by certain people”
yeong-hu kept his eyes on you as he looked you up and down as you walked past him. you did your best to hide the fact he was slightly intimidating and went to go sit with some of the other platoon members.
-later-
you made sure to be on your best behaviour when on the expedition to get supplies. you didn’t want to get onto yeong-hu’ bad side.
“let’s split into two groups, that way we can cover more ground. this is a wholesale store so there should be plenty for us to get. seok-chan, seo-jin, jin-ho and y/n come with me to cover the second floor of the building and the rest of you cover the ground floor” yeong-hu ordered and soon enough the group was split into two.
yeong-hu led from the front with seo-jin behind him. you were behind seo-jin and at the back was seok-chan. you all quietly made your way to the second floor, the concrete floors and walls in the staircase area were covered in some thick brown substance and the smell was sickly.
“stay cautious. we don’t know what creature could’ve done this” yeong-hu looked back briefly before continuing forward.
“ah what’s that fucking smell. it’s so bad” seo-jin cursed.
“man up seo-jin, it’s not that bad” seok-chan let out a chuckle and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly.
seo-jun shot you both a quick glare.
“seriously, what monster did all of this though” you breathed out as you all approached the top of the stairs “it’s disgusting”
“focus! we are about to enter the second floor” yeong-hu suddenly snapped and you gulped with a small nod.
you didn’t understand why he was so cold to you. you tried your best not to dwell on it though. you had to focus on the task at hand.
you held your gun close as you followed the others as you all entered the second floor.
yeong-hu and seo-jin covered the right side while you and seok-chan covered the left.
“clear!” you called out as seo-jin did the same.
“let’s all split up. look for any supplies you think we need. keep within ear reach of each other” yeong-hu announced.
“we can’t be sure there’s no monster here so keep your eyes peeled and call out if you need help” seok-chan tapped your shoulder, and you sent him a quick nod as you all then went separate ways.
you went straight to what looked like an area with a bunch of medical supplies.
“bingo!” you smiled to yourself, quickly making sure the area was safe before getting your hand torch out and putting your gun down. you placed the torch on the shelf so that it would illuminate the area as much as possible.
after filling your bag to the brim with different medical supplies, you began to make way to see if maybe there was anything else. you made your way over to a check out counter and began rummaging through the draws underneath, checking to see if maybe there was anything useful. you crouched down and held the torch in your mouth as you needed both hands free. it was practical.
as you continued to rummage through the draws, you heard a scraping sound and your head immediately shot up. you took the torch from your mouth and held it in the direction where you thought you heard the scraping was coming from. you took a deep breath in trying to stop yourself from reacting badly as you noticed a creature that had a human head, a human upper torso but the rest of its body was a centipede body climbing up the wall.
luckily, it hadn’t seen you.
you tactically turned off your torch and stayed crouched as you made your way to try and find the others. you couldn’t exactly radio any of them or call out to them because then it meant the monster would know you were there.
you barely made it a meter or two away before, you heard footsteps approaching. it was yeong-hu. he was walking in the direction of where the creature was.
“stop” you whispered as loud as you could while waving your arms to try and get his attention.
he at first didn’t notice you but when he did, your eyes widened as you realised hanging above him was the creature.
“what are you-” he raised an eyebrow but was cut off at the half centipede creature jumped on his back. yeong-hu fell to the ground and the creature
you immediately got up and rushed to help yeong-hu. you had your knife in hand and pierced it through the creatures chest. it shrieked in pain and then turned to look at you. the head of the creature had large teeth, that resembled fangs and its eyes were pure black. it hissed and lunged towards you.
you felt its full weight on top of you and it held you down as its teeth sunk down on your shoulder. you released an ear piercing scream as pain shot through your body. you didn’t stop trying to push it off of you and soon all you could hear was gunshots and eventually the weight that was once on you disappeared.
“y/n!” you heard yeong-hu’ voice yell as your eyes became heavy.
“sarge..i” you just about managed to say before everything went black.
when you woke up, you were in your room back at the stadium. you couldn’t remember how you had gotten back. you tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain in your left shoulder and remembered the hideous creature that had bitten you. your shoulder was now bandaged up and you were in your pjs.
you noticed on your bedside table that your radio was there so you carefully went to reach for it. you then turned it on and spoke into it.
“hello? is anyone there? seok-chan?” you said into it but no one answered.
maybe they were busy?
with a sigh, you let yourself fall back onto your pillow. you were in a lot of pain. you closed your eyes and tried to see if you could remember what had happened after the creature had bitten you but it was of no use.
after a couple of minutes, you heard your door swing open and you lifted your head. you saw that it was yeong-hu.
it took you by surprise that it was him so you quickly sat up, ignoring the pain you were in. you cleared your throat and smiled politely at him.
“sergeant kim” you greeted but by his facial expression, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood.
what possibly could’ve made him in such a sour mood?
“how careless could you have been?” he suddenly raised his voice causing you to flinch in shock “do you know the position you put yourself in? you can’t just put yourself in harms way! do you understand how it affects the team? i had the situation handled and because you decided to step in. you not only hurt yourself but we had to leave the expedition early!”
you felt tears swell in your eyes. how cold could he be?
you only wanted to save his life. it wasn’t like you planned on getting hurt.
“im sorry sergeant” you voice was quiet. you didn’t want to argue and make things worse.
“sorry doesn’t cut it y/n! you’re a part of the crow platoon. you should know not to be so careless! i’m relieving you from your platoon duties. from now on just focus on providing medical attention to those who need it.” yeong-hu’ voice was harsh.
“you know what? i give up with you sar- to you, i can never do anything right. you’re always to cold and rude towards me! I’ve done everything in power to get you to try to like me and treat me like you do with the other platoon guys but it’s clear that i’ll never get your respect. so you can relieve me of whatever duties you want because i give up! now please get out of my room” you finally snapped, tears were streaming down you eyes now.
you dont know what overcame you but you stood up, ignoring all the pain in your shoulder and began to push yeong-hu out the room.
“get out” you were trying not to yell and eventually he walked out. you slammed the door behind him and broke down some more.
why was he so cold towards you.
the next couple of days, you avoided the platoon members as best as you could. you couldn’t handle facing them, especially yeong-hu. you felt embarrassed about everything that happened. seok-chan tried his best to talk to you and you appreciated it. you just didn’t want to get involved with the platoon, now that yeong-hu had basically banned you.
you got back to your doctor duties the day after your confrontation with yeong-hu. you wanted to keep yourself occupied. at first it was difficult due to your shoulder injury but you soon managed to navigate your way and treat the patients with one hand.
“it sounds like a vitamin deficiency to me, which can happen in these circumstances. take one of these pills everyday for the next two weeks” you told the guy in front of you as you handed him a bottle of vitamin pills “if after two weeks, you still have symptoms then come back and let me know”
the guy you helped quickly thanked you before leaving and you sighed. you were working longer hours in the infirmary now that it was the only thing you would be doing. you checked the time and saw it was quite late so you decided to call it a day.
you closed the infirmary door and put the sign up to say it was closed for the day and went to examine your own shoulder. this was the last thing you needed to do for the day. you replaced the bandage every day, you didn’t want to risk getting any infections but it was a hard job each time and it was never wrapped as tight as it should be.
you threw your shirt off leaving you in just your tank top. you held your breath as you began to peel away the bandages from the wound. after successfully removing it, you then grabbed some sterile water to flush the would out. this proved difficult to do. but you managed.
just as you were about to apply some cotton with some antiseptic solution on it, the door to the infirmary opened and when you looked to see who it was you gulped.
yeong-hu.
once he noticed you he turned on his heel to walk out again. you breathed out a small sigh as you turned your focus back to your shoulder. however, he then paused and turned back towards you, this time walking to you. you were too busy trying to apply the cotton.
you grit your teeth as it burnt ever so slightly and you jumped in shock after realising yeong-hu was now stood beside you.
“let me help” his voice was firm.
“i’ll be fine” you whispered not looking at him.
“y/n let me help” this time you gave in.
you let out a sigh and nodded. you hoisted your body onto the infirmary table and let yeong-hu give a hand. his touch was soft as he gently applied the antiseptic cotton onto your shoulder. his fingers occasionally grazed over parts of your neck and you held your breath as he began to wrap the main bandage over to cover your shoulder completely.
you couldn’t help but to notice yeong-hu’ facial features as he did this. was he always this good looking? his eyes remained focused in your shoulder, you never noticed how soft and round they were. his hands, delicately placing the bandage around your shoulder. you never noticed how large and gentle they were.
your heart was beating fast and you didn’t know why. once he was done putting the bandage on your shoulder. he traced his fingers over the bandage, proud of how neatly he did it. yeong-hu looked up at you and your eyes locked with his for a second. he then stepped back and rested his hands on his hips, clearing his throat.
“thank you” you whispered carefully putting your shirt back on.
“you’re welcome..look, y/n” he began and then let out a sigh “im really sorry for how i treated you. i respect you a lot, really. it’s not an excuse but i have a lot to handle right now and i can’t bare losing anyone else. so when you got hurt i took all my anger out in that moment and i shouldn’t have”
“i appreciate your apology but it doesn’t explain why you’ve always been so cold towards me. I’ve done everything in my power to try and prove myself but it never seems like enough” you felt yourself become emotional.
yeong-hu stepped closer to you, closing the gap that was between the two of you.
“trust me you’re enough. y/n you’re way more than enough” yeong-hu took your hand in his.
you both stared at each other, your heart thumped inside your chest as yeong-hu looked between your eyes and lips. you swallowed hard as yeong-hu then leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.
you lifted a hand and placed it on his chest, debating if you were going to push him away but instead you felt yourself leaning into the kiss. yeong-hu’ hands moved slowly down your back to your hips and your one arm moved to wrap loosely around his neck. the position was a bit awkward since you couldn’t move your one arm but that didn’t matter. you both couldn’t get enough of each others lips. the kiss was filled with passion, love and need.
when yeong-hu finally pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath. you couldn’t help but break into a smile as yeong-hu let out a relieved sigh.
“wow” you said aloud, looking at yeong-hu.
he rubbed the back of neck as he then let out a happy chuckle before being serious again.
“y/n, i really like you. i’ve liked you since i met you and i can never get you out of my head. i don’t know if you feel the same but even if you don’t, please give me a chance to put everything right and show you how much i care for you” he put a hand on your leg and gently rubbed circles.
“i like you too yeong-hu. i always have, that’s why i always tried so hard to get you to like me like you did the others” you put your hand atop of his “of course you can have a chance…just don’t blow it”
“i wouldn’t dare”
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The Man in the Tower (1/7)
Summary: Bucky escapes his handlers and runs through a forest, finding safety in an abandoned tower. What happens when a town girl finds him? Can he trust her enough to finally set foot on ground level again?
Warnings: mentions of violence, fear, distress, wounds
Word Count: 1175
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Bucky ran. He ran as fast as his wrecked body would carry him. He’d been running nonstop away from his handlers from what was once his home. His limbs were numb. But he couldn't stop. He had to keep going. No matter if his legs ripped away from his body. He had to keep running. He’d run forever if it meant he’d be far away from HYDRA and the torture they’d put him through. It was the only thing on his exhausted mind.
He’d been on the run from HYDRA. They’d used him as a weapon to torture and murder whomever they’d wished. Bucky became a monster over the last several decades. He was a wanted man. Governments all over the world wanted him dead. Civilians searched high and low for him to gain the monumental reward for his capture. He’s destroyed homes and families without his own consent. He’s hurt too many people to have a clear conscience.
The images of his own hands wrapping around the throats of the innocent as their cries filled the air around him still haunted his dreams whenever he dared to sleep. Hydra had been cruel to him. They tortured him. They bullied him. They broke him into fragments only to glue him back together and break him again and again over time. But finally, he broke free. He was nowhere near safety; they'd been gaining in distance for a while now. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to run.
He could use the cover of the night to his advantage. He could even use the cover of trees as a safety net. Which is what he had done. He stopped for only a small moment to grip onto a tree trunk and grabbed a thick branch. He swore heavily as the branch broke under the weight of his vibranium prosthetic. He gripped for another branch and pulled himself up, grunting heavily as his back scraped against the roughness of the branch once he laid down on it. He heard gaurd dogs barking in the distance and shriveled up his body into the fetal position. He knew they’d already caught onto his scent- his blood was all over the ground at this point.
He refused to acknowledge the fear that crept into his blood and bones. He refused to admit that his throat had gone dry at the thought of being forced to sit in that chair again. He couldn’t imagine murdering another soul. He nearly whimpered as he’d seen no less than twelve dogs crowd around the trunk of the tree he had laid cover in.
He knew his handlers weren’t too far off by now. They were gaining on him faster than he’d originally planned. He looked above him in panic, debating if he should climb higher in the tree. Just as he had decided to reach for a branch, he felt a bullet whizz by him. Luckily, it missed his ear by inches and landed in the tree. He groaned heavily and pressed harder into the branch he was laid on.
“You’re trapped, Barnes.” one of the men taunted over the snarls and barks of the surrounding dogs. “Why don’t you come on down so we can all return home and have a nice dinner?”
He minutely shook his head. He’d be a fool to step out of the safety of the treetops. Fear crept into his bloodstream, causing his hands and chest to shake as he tightened his grip on the branch. The handlers had guns pointed directly at him, the dogs barking up at him, frothing at the mouth. He couldn’t see a way out of this situation. How the hell am I going to survive this?
He got the chance to escape into the cover of another tree when a wild black bear had come charging at the large group, attacking a hound and killing him instantly. The handlers became distracted from Bucky and had aimed their guns at the bear, allowing his escape.
He hoisted himself quickly from the branch and leaped into another tree, hissing in pain once he landed and nearly twisted his ankle as he lost his balance. He cried out for only a second, refusing to reveal his new hiding place. He couldn’t reveal his location now that the bear had chased them away in the opposite direction. He stayed low in the trees long after the cries of the handlers had gone away.
He felt calm for a moment. He felt relaxed. He felt safe in the treetops. But he knew he’d have to get going soon. He’d have to find another place to find shelter. He needed to find a place his handlers couldn’t reach him. He made a quick decision to climb back to earth, even though every centimeter of his body ached and cried out for him to stop moving.
He stumbled as his feet began running forward once more, chest heaving with pain. Oxygen filled his lungs in icy puffs.Sweat dribbled down his profile. His hands balled up in fists as he ran. He found himself praying for a safe haven. He prayed for a long time that he would find solstice away from what he once thought was his home.
At last, finally, he stopped when he reached a clearing in the trees. Flowers blossomed around him. Birds were chirping around him. He bent low to pick up a yellow flower before stepping forward, not believing the sight in front of him; a tall stone tower rested in front of him. It was as though the gods above were granting him safety. The stones must have escalated up towards the sky around twenty meters, maybe more. But he was determined to be inside the thing, away from his handlers. He’d kill or eat whatever he found inside if it threatened him. So, he started the incline once he found an indent in the stone wall. Slowly, but surely, he started climbing towards freedom.
His muscles ached in protest with every movement. But he couldn’t stop. He had to push through. He could rest once he was up inside the tower. He found himself scoffing at the irony of himself becoming a distressed damsel waiting for the safety that would never come. The only thing missing from this scenario was a dragon to protect him from any wrong suitors.
So onward he climbed until he was able to collapse through the gaping hole on the far-left side of the tower. He leaned heavily on the ledge and caught his breath as he watched the sunset, the skies turning different shades of pink and yellow and orange. He knew at that moment; he was safe away from any harm. And he finally allowed himself to relax and sleep.
PART TWO
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Roommate's Prohibited List: Two
Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 l 04 l 05
TWO
“Oh, I’m not sure where she is, but I can assure you she lives here.” The faint sound of a voice wakes you up from your slumber, realizing the sun is up again. Fuck, I slept for too long, you mentally scold yourself.
You check your phone to see the time, jumping out of bed when you see 3 missed calls from the moving company, and one text from last night. Beomgyu texted you saying he and Yeonjun went out to eat with his classmates and left some pizza for you in case you didn’t have anything for dinner.
“We need her signature. Otherwise we have to take the boxes with us.” Another foreign voice echoes in the hallway, your brain connecting the dots: your boxes are here!
Shit shit shit, you jump out of bed and throw a hoodie on, freshening your face with a makeup remover wipe before making your way down the hallway, meeting a tall black haired guy speaking with two other men who had the moving company’s logo on their shirt.
The three men turn to look at you, the silence in the room growing awkward as you notice your boxes are already inside, perfectly organized by Beomgyu’s room. “Are you Miss Y/L/N ?” One of the company’s workers asks.
“Uhh, yes. That’s me.” You walk closer to them, handing them your I.D with a small bow. Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment when you realize you are wearing your Hello Kitty pants, and the Monsters Inc. slippers Monica bought you as a gift when you went to Disney together during spring break.
The black haired guy in a white hoodie giggles next to you, making you turn your face to see him staring at your slippers, which makes you feel even more embarrassed. You notice the dimples on his cheek, and his eyes that have a very peculiar tone of brown, almost gray.
“Are you wearing contacts?” You ask, surprising both you and him at the random question. He nods with a shy smile before the workers call for your attention again, taking your ID back with another small bow.
“Please sign here,” They give you a small paper that basically states that everything has been delivered, which you sign quickly and thank them for the help.
“Have a good day,” you say, closing the door behind them. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you rest your head against the main door.
“You slept a lot,” The hoodie guy’s voice is soft, and very quiet. “We got you some dinner yesterday, we even knocked on your door but you were long gone.” He smiles at you. “The pizza is in the fridge in case you still want it?” He asks.
You follow him with your eyes as he makes his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the takeaway packaging that had your name written on top of it with a black marker.
He leans into the kitchen counter as he stares at you, his eyes dancing between you and the takeaway, “would you like me to heat it up for you?” He smiles sincerely to which you smile back, feeling stupid at how incompetent you must look right now.
“No.” You quickly say, “You’ve already done so much.” You shake your head, walk towards him and grab the box. You open it and place the slices of pizza on a plate before throwing it into the microwave. Unsure of how to make the situation less awkward. “Thank you for receiving my boxes, sorry if they woke you up.” You thank him shyly as he makes his way to the living room, letting his body fall into the couch.
He lays down on the couch, facing you as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “No worries, I actually met them on my way here.” He shrugs.
“Yeonjun, right?” You ask right before the microwave beeps.
You turn around to take the pizza out when he lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “Oh God, No.” He laughs again.
You are confused at why that’s so funny, quickly becoming curious of the stranger that’s randomly chilling in your new apartment. “Jesus Christ I would hate to be Yeonjun, I’m Soobin.” Just as he presents himself, Beomgyu walks out of his bedroom and greets you both good morning.
“Lovely Pj’s” He compliments you in an almost sarcastic tone which makes you and Soobin laugh. Beomgyu walks past you and serves two cups of coffee before making his way to Soobin. “Did you finish the orientation form?” He asks his friend before offering him the second cup of coffee, forcing him to sit up to take it.
“Yeah, I left my charger here though. My laptop died before I could print it.” Soobin replies, both of the guys indulging in their coffee as they continue to make small chit chat about uni stuff.
You eat your pizza standing by the counter, watching the two friends exchange words as you try to guess their career since you never saw them around campus. Hell, you didn’t even see them at any of last year’s parties or study halls!
“You’re also a third year student, right?” Beomgyu asks, snapping you out of your trance and nodding. You bite the pizza as they exchange a confused look between them.
“How come we’ve never seen each other?” Beomgyu asks again, which confirms they are just as curious and confused as you are.
“I’m not sure,” you speak with pizza still in your mouth, swallowing before speaking again. “What are you guys studying?”
“Engineering,” They say at the same time, both of them looking at you as they sip on their coffees. “What about you?” Soobin asks, his eyes scanning you diligently, almost like he’s trying to guess your major based on what you look like.
“Business,” You shrug, both making an ‘ahh’ expression, which explains why you’ve never crossed paths before.
“Makes sense,” Beomgyu adds before downing his coffee at the same time as you take your last bite of pizza.
You notice Soobin’s eyes glued on you, a big smile on his face as he watches you chew the last bits of the pizza they got you. You grow nervous as he continues to stare, so you avoid eye contact as you look past him and into the window’s view.
“Okay! I’ll get my stuff, your charger, and then we head to the library?” Beomgyu asks Soobin, who just hums a positive reply as his eyes keep dancing between you and his coffee.
You are back alone with Soobin, who stands up and grabs both coffee cups, walking to the kitchen with one on each hand. You freeze in place as he makes his way behind you, your backs facing each other as he places both cups on the sink. You swallow nervously as you feel his presence behind you, his arm now stretching in front of you as he picks up your now empty plate and places it on the sink too.
“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling slightly warmer than you did just a few seconds ago. “And thank you for the boxes again, and the pizza.” You speak in a rushed tone, the nervousness exuding from you which makes him huff teasingly.
You turn around to find him watching you with his hands inside his hoodie pocket, his lower back resting against the sink. “Anytime,” He says in a whisper, a soft smile appearing on his lips.
You stare at each other in silence for a while (which felt like an eternity!) before he lets out a sigh, breaking eye contact as he shakes his head, walking back to the living room without a word.
You are mesmerized by him. He looks so familiar yet so foreign to you, a very particular beauty to him that intrigues you more than you want to admit.
I hope he’s not a free pass friend, you surprise yourself at the impulsive thought, panicking internally as Beomgyu makes his way back to the living room.
“Ready bestie?” He asks Soobin, who just nods as he takes his backpack from the floor. You notice how Soobin has a keychain identical to the one Beomgyu gave you, which means Soobin has an extra key. He’s definitely his free pass friend.
“We’ll see you later, y/n” Beomgyu greets you with a small wave as he makes his way to the front door, Soobin walking right behind him with his eyes still glued to yours.
You can feel your heart skip a beat when he winks at you, a flirty grin directed at you as he disappears through the door, leaving you hot and bothered.
Oh, you’re so fucked.
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His everything; Dream of the Endless
Dream of the Endless x oc
Summary: The Lord of Dreams finally finds peace in monsters and the kitchen of his palace
Note: The only physical description I wrote in is the silver hair because I’m fascinated with Velaryons/Targaryens. But anyone can have silver hair, and other than that there is no physical description, I tried to keep it pretty neutral, if I slipped up somewhere please let me know.
I thought about a lot of stories about this oc, I can write more and expand on her if you guys like the story. Also, I'm a little rusty so forgive me if this isn't that good.
Warning: none just fluff
Word count: 1,4k
The universe is full of ironies, the world of gods and monsters even more so.
Echidna, the mother of monsters, had many children, but there was only one of those pregnancies where she was truly haunted. She cursed the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares as the latter plagued her every night, and in her mind that could only mean one thing. So she announced this would be the worst of her children, a monster so ruthless and grotesque that the Olympians themselves would fear the child. Her words traveled from her cave all the way to Olympus, where some of the gods secretly feared the unborn monster, and some mocked its mother, believing the cave had finally taken Echidna’s sanity.
Labor was harder than carrying the child, but once she was born Echidna was surprised. In her arms laid a baby, god-like shape and a head full of silver hair, she was the most beautiful child she had ever seen. Enya, she was named, and her mother hoped naming the child after Enyo would ensure her little monster would wreak havoc around men and gods alike.
As Enya grew up she proved to be completely different from what her mother’s expectations were. She was soft and charming, and the most beautiful creature Echidna had ever seen. Because of that, the mother was very reluctant to let her daughter go, afraid of what the cruel gods would do to her.
The gods were divided when it came to Echidna’s child. Surprisingly, Aphrodite was quite taken with the girl, a monster with a cloak so beautiful it could have come from herself. Zeus on the other hand, masked his fear with contempt, declaring that the girl was the most dangerous of Echidna’s offspring, with her beauty cloaking her monstrosity. With years of roaming the earth, Enya earned the name of Goddess of Monsters, as even the most aggressive of monsters were calmed by her presence.
Just as expected her beauty attracted hundreds of suitors and some lovers, but none were so special and lasting as the very same being that had haunted her mother when she was in the womb, Dream of the Endless.
The salty air calmed her, and she knew her presence calmed whatever resided in the waters in front of her. She heard steps on the sand beside her, and she knew exactly who was approaching. Whether it was his smell that was carried by the wind, or the ruby warmed up on her neck as he approached. The ruby that adorned her neck was the only piece that remained from Dream’s ruby, a gift given to her just before the sleepy sickness started.
“You have no shoes on,” he pointed out jokingly. She loved his voice, as deep as the ocean and just as calm.
“And you are wearing boots at the beach,” she finally opened her eyes and turned to him, moving closer. “Do you ever miss the simpler times?” Her hands went to his chest, “all we wore was silk tunics and dresses, and sandals, vivid colors embellished with gold and silver.”
“And the sheer violet dress you were wearing when we met,” he smiled at his beloved, he remembered that day like it was yesterday.
Her smile grew wider as she remembered their first encounter, “you did like that dress.”
“But I do not miss those times,” his statement made her laugh.
“Of course, the Lord of Nightmares would prefer boots to sandals,” Morpheus smiled, taking her hand into his.
“I do,” he kissed her forehead, “shall we go home?”
The couple walked down the beach, the Lord of Dreams knew there was no need to walk down the beach to reach the Dreaming, but he also knew how much she enjoyed the feeling of the sand on her feet.
The Dreaming was finally rebuilt, and its inhabitants were back to their homes, but even after it was done the Lord of Dreams still had a lot of work to do. He would spend his days working on dreams and nightmares, making sure everything was perfectly in balance. Morpheus enjoyed his duty, but some days he wished he could spend his days with Enya, doing nothing, or whatever she wished to do.
The sky in the Dreaming was dark, their duty was done and its residents could retire to their homes for the day, so their ruler decided to do the same. He quietly searched his palace for his lover, but the silver haired girl was nowhere to be found. Dream’s last stop was the library, he hoped that even if she was not there Lucienne would be able to tell him where she was.
“Lucienne,” his deep voice echoed in the library.
“Sir,” the librarian emerged from in between the shelves.
“Have you seen Enya?” He asked, and he did not miss the small smile on Lucienne’s face.
“I believe she is in her kitchen, Sir,” she informed Morpheus.
Her kitchen, of course, the Lord thought, was the most obvious place, but since it had not been used since he was freed from his captor, the location slipped his mind.
For most gods and immortal beings cooking was mundane, an unnecessary task that was beneath them. But his Enya took great pleasure in the simple act of cooking, so the Lord of Dreams turned one of the lower rooms of his palace into a kitchen, with a large balcony overlooking the waters that surrounded the palace, and a simple table so they could eat overlooking his kingdom.
Dream’s large steps quickly took him to the kitchen, and as soon as he reached the large doors the Endless could smell whatever she was cooking. Once the door was opened he found Enya bent down, taking something out of the oven, but what really caught his attention was the dress she was wearing, the sheer violet dress.
Enya felt the warmth coming from the ruby on her neck before the doors were opened, and a smile appeared on her face once she heard his steps.
“Torta della nonna,” she showed him the pastry on her hands before placing it on the counter.
As soon as the pastry was set down on the counter Dream’s hands found their way to her hips. “Is there a special occasion? You only cook Italian on special occasions,” he pointed out.
Enya was very good at hiding her emotions, but she rarely ever did so. Morpheus could see the love and admiration she held for him For a long time all that love and devotion scared him, but not anymore.
She shrugged her shoulders, “I missed you.” she said before pulling him into a kiss.
The Lord of Dreams melted into her lips, and as much as he could kiss her forever he was still curious. “And the dress? I did not know you still had it,” He asked and she giggled at his interest in the dress.
“It is a beautiful dress,” he laughed at her, “and it was the dress I wore when we first met.”
“At Artemis’ garden,” Dream said and she nodded.
“I wanted to do something special for you,” she explained. “You deserve it, especially after everything,” after Roderick Burgess, she thought but those words were left unspoken.
“Every day I spend with you is special,” The Lord of Dreams brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his eyes never leaving hers.
Enya couldn’t look away, for in his eyes she saw her whole world, she saw a kind of love she had only heard in stories, and she knew she could never let this go.
“Yes,” she nodded, “but lasagna and dessert make this day more special,” Dream chuckled at this.
“And the dress,” he added, and this time Enya was the one to chuckle.
“And the dress, of course,” she finally got out of his embrace, turning towards the counters, she picked up the dessert and nodded to the lasagna on the counter, “ bring that, will you?” Morpheus simply nodded, picking up the hot dish and following his lover outside. The table was already set with plates, silverware, glasses, water, and wine. After all, every dinner with the Lord of Nightmares was a special occasion. Dream watched as she served them dinner, he now understood the beauty she saw in such small acts, but maybe it was not the act he found beautiful, maybe it was her, his everything.
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BLACK AND BLOOD
Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.
Chapter 2:
“Our IronBorn and Dornish allies were attacked on route to Dorne '' Daenerys says as we enter the chamber of the painted tables. “As you know of course” she turns to offer me a chair which I refuse. “Two or three ships escaped. The rest sunk or were captured.Same could be said about Ellaria and the Greyjoys.”
“So with the unsullied taking over an abandoned place. Greyjoys and Ellaria’s support are gone, what are you planning to do?”
“The unsullied will return and with the dothroaki we still have enough men to take over King's Landing” I nod. I get up excusing myself and make my way to the sand. Above a cliff I watch as my people train.
“I don’t mean to disturbed you” I turn around coming face to face with Jon. I give Malakho, my personal dothraki a nod. It was okay for him to leave, I can protect myself.
“What can I do for you-” I didn’t know if to refer to him as your grace or lord. He responded to both in the throne room “Your grace?”
“Jon is fine” he moves beside me looking ashore. “Back home, have you ever seen a place like this before?”
“We have our shores but no, nothing like this before.” I turned to Jon and we both locked eyes. “What can I do for you Jon?” I always thought our eyes and hair were the darks it could ever get but when I looked at Jon this close I stood corrected. His eyes were black, filled with so much pain and responsibilities yet the slight hint of a child is all I can focus on.
“I came out here to brood over my failure to predict the Greyjoy attack. You two are making it difficult.” Our gaze moved to Tyrion walking up to us. “I am sorry if I interrupted princess” he looks over to Jon “Jon” I couldn’t help but smile at his antics
“You’re not interrupting Tyrion” I smile turning my eyes to the shore again
“I'm a prisoner on this island.” Jon quickly remarked
“I wouldn't say you're a prisoner on this island. You're free to walk the castle, the beaches, to go wherever you want.”
“Except for my ship. They took my ship.”
“I wouldn't say we took your ship.”
“I'm not playing word games with you. The dead are coming for us all.”
“Why don't you figure out what to do about my missing fleet and murdered allies, and I'll figure out what to do about your walking dead men.
“ It's hard for me to fathom. It really is. If someone told me about the White Walkers and the Night King–” I turn to look at him. Stress as he pushes his hair back shaking his head. “How do I convince people who don't know me that an enemey they don't believe in is coming to kill them all?”
“Good question.” Tyrions responds
I know it's a good question. I'm looking for an answer”
“People's minds aren't made for problems that large. White Walkers, the Night King, Army of the Dead, it's almost a relief to confront a familiar monster like my sister.”
“I need to help prepare my people for what's coming. I can't help them from here. I'd like to leave.”
“It seems unlikely that you became King in the North by giving up that easily.” Jon turns towards me now. “A man I heard about in the North doesn’t add up”
“Everyone told me to learn from my father's mistakes. Don't go south. Don't answer a summons from the Mad King's daughter, a foreign invader. And here I am. A northern fool.”
“We are not our fathers. Thankfully” I look at Tyrion with a smile as he only nods his head in agreement. “Daenerys could have sailed for Westeros long ago but she didn't. Instead she saved many people from horrible fates, some of whom are on this island with us right now.” My people “While you're our guest here you might consider asking them what they think of the Mad King's daughter. She protects people from monsters, just as you do. That's why she came here. In this time her priority is the queen, she is not to head north to fight an enemy she's never seen on a word of a man she doesn't know after a single meeting”
“She is right. So King in the North, is there something we can do to help?” Jon looks towards Tyrion and nods. On hearing his request we move towards the chambers again.
“So.” My mind was somewhere else as we waited for Daenerys to show up. “Princess?” I could see a faint smirk on his face. I sat across from him as Tyrion and Varys were speaking at the other end of the table. I didn’t say anything. Just sat there staring back at him. “I heard stories about you too. A warrior leading their people across the sea with the mother of dragons. The daughter of the Great Khal is it?”
“Yes”
“Is that the reason that makes you a princess? Khal is some sort of King?”
“No” I responded planly. In his expression I knew he was waiting for more but I just stood my ground.
“Okay. So you said you were from the unknown lands but Dothrakis have their own lands. Omnis right?”
“Yes” I was holding back a smile as was he.
“I can only guess you didn’t grow up with Khal, You were taking in by a family or maybe you are married which somehow-”
“No” he was thinking too much. But then again he didn’t have all the information.
“Dragonglass?” We turn as the doors open.
“Yes. Volcanic glass, obsidian. He says you have a tremendous amount of it here.” Tyrion responds waiting for Daenerys to take a seat.
“Why are we talking about glass? We just lost two of our allies.”
“Which is why I was speaking to Jon Snow, a potential ally.”
“And what does the King in the North want with Dragonglass?” The same question is running in my head.
“Apparently it can be turned into weapons that kill White Walkers and their foot soldiers, or stop them, destroy them. I'm unsure of the nomenclature.”
“And what do you think of this Army of the Dead and White Walkers and Night Kings?”
“I'd very much like to believe that Jon Snow is wrong, but a wise man once said that you should never believe a thing simply because you want to believe it.”
“Which wise man said this?”
“I don't remember.”
“Are you trying to present your own statements as ancient wisdom?”
“I wouldn’t doubt that but if or not that truly is an uncertainty” I stand up making my way to her. “He has every reasonnot to come here. As probably advised by his people, but we don’t lose anything by letting him mine what he finds''
“Let him mine the Dragonglass. If he's wrong it's worthless. You didn't even know it was here. It's nothing to you. Give him something by giving him nothing. Take a step toward a more productive relationship with a possible ally. Keep him occupied while we focus on the task at hand. Casterly Rock.” Tyrion whispers quietly.
“Very well. Lead the way Y/N.” I nod moving towards the door while Jon stays closely behind.
“This way your grace” Malakho walks ahead for him to follow.
“Thank you princess” I rolled my eyes making our way down to the shore. A long path guides the way to a cave. The sun can be seen coming down along with the wind. These are the cleanest winds I have felt.
“Gather yatholat alikh chomak. Kisha tikh zigereo eyak” I tell Malakho. He hands Jon the torch and turns to leave. I sent him to get more men to start mining.
“So are you going to tell me how you came to be a princess?” We walk into the cave taking in the walls and continue on looking for the so-called Dragonglass.
“Khal is my father but not the one who raised me. We moved to the unknown lands and that is where I grew up. My father is ruler of Omnis”
“So you are a basterd?” I look at him noticing the horror in his face “I apologise. I shouldn’t have said it that way?” I laugh shaking my head
“There is no such thing as a bastard in my land. That doesn’t change the fact that it feels wrong becoming one of them”
“Is that why you choose to lead your people with Daenerys?” I shake my head “So why are you here?”
“You asked too many questions now it's my turn” I stop and turn towards him. I could see a slight glimer on one of the walls. So if we got closer we would get distracted and I wanted to know more about the King in the North first. “How did you become King, yout grace?”
“My father was beheaded. Lady Stark and my older brother Robb were ambushed at my uncle's wedding. With the help of wilding and the night watch we took over my home, Winterfell, which was being ruled by the Boltons. Another family” he explains. To many names and too many things have happened already. “The houses of the north came together and voted me as king”
“But you don’t want that title” He shakes his head. “Why not?”
“Because in this land a bastard means somthing. I am not a Stark. Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”
“Yet I believe this has more to do with the word bastard than what other people think” I look at him. “The word bastard has been what you were branded as and you seem to take that to heart. You fight for your family, would die for your family, hell travel all this way for your family and continue fighting for them yet you think you are still not worthy” I move close catching his gaze. “And I most certainly feel like your sister Sansa and any relative you may have left love you as a real brother, a nephew, a son, a cousin, and for that a King” I see all thoughts, mainly doubts in his mind. “Should we continue?” He clears his throat, moving to look behind me.
“Yes'' He moves past me and I follow. He moved the torch towards the wall, right to left. The so-called Dragonglass glimering with the light. “We are going to need a lot of men, '' I nod. He continued on his own as I stayed by the entrance waiting for the men to show up.
“Did he find what he was looking for?” Daenerys says walking down the path.
“He found more than he was looking for '' I motioned for her in. Jon appears and tells her to follow.Messandei and I stayed behind outside the cave waiting until they showed up again.
“You like him” I look at her and see a slight smile on her face. “You and him share a kind of stare that can hide millions of emotions. But I swear I saw a light glimer in your eyes when you look at him” I roll my eyes shaking my head.
“That is crazy. I just met the guy, I don’t even know anything about him” Another roll of eyes but this time from her.
“Have you ever heard of love at first sight?” Now that I laughed too. There is no way I am interested in him and there is no way she can tell. I mean yes he has some characteristics that I admire in a person and he didn’t look bad but come on, love? Of course not. “Deny it all you want but I know love, and even if you don’t release it now, you will soon enough” I shake my head. I was about to make a reference to a grey worm when Tyrion catches my eye.
“Where is our queen?”
“With Jon,” Messandei responded. I catch his worry.
“We took Casterly Rock” I let out a sigh. I would say happy news but I have a feeling there is more to that. “They knew we were coming” I tell Messandei to call Daenerys up, she is not going to like the news.
“Where are you going?”
“To prepare the Dothraki, I have a feeling we are closer to another fight” And I was right. Fully prepared to go to a fight, Daenerys sends us to meet up with the queens brothers in the fields of kings landing.
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A Good Day for Death Teaser Three
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“What do you mean, there was no body?” asked (Y/N).
It was the next day, and apparently, the sheriff and his men had spent the whole night searching for Rowan’s body, yet there was no evidence it had ever been in the forest, bloodied and dead. (Y/N) and Wednesday were frustrated because Galpin clearly didn’t believe them, and Weems was trying to corral them in her office to keep the situation under control.
“How could you miss it?” questioned Wednesday.
“Because it wasn’t there,” said Sheriff Galpin. “No footprints, no blood, no sign of struggle. Nothing, nada. My search party looked all night.”
“Well, your search party must have left their seeing-eye dogs at home,” said Wednesday.
“We saw that beast kill Rowan right in front of us. I of all people know death, and he was dead,” said (Y/N).
“Get a good luck at this monster thing?” asked Galpin.
“It didn’t stick around for a chat,” said Wednesday.
“Maybe it was one of your classmates,” said Galpin.
“Sheriff, I find that question offensive,” said Weems sharply.
“I don’t ‘cause I got three other dead bodies in the morgue,” said Galpin. “Hikers just ripped apart in the woods.”
“The mayor said those were bear attacks,” said Weems in confusion.
“Well, the mayor and I disagree on that,” said Galpin.
“So you automatically assume a Nevermore student is the murderer, even though there’s no evidence a crime was committed,” said Weems imperiously.
“I’m sorry. I forgot, you only teach the good outcasts here, right?” shot back Galpin.
Weems sighed in annoyance before opening her office door and leading them in. “My guess is Rowan ran away. State troopers have put out an alert, and I’ve contacted his family, but they haven’t heard from him either.”
“Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls,” said Wednesday.
“What were you doing out in the woods with him, Miss Addams, Mx. (L/N)?” questioned Galpin.
“I heard a noise in the forest and went to go investigate,” said Wednesday. “(Y/N) followed me in concern since I went into the woods alone at night.”
“Yeah, and that’s when we found the attack,” said (Y/N). “Rowan was dead.” Seriously, I’m the child of Thanatos, the God of Death. I know when someone is dead. You’d think these people would believe me.
“Then what happened?” prompted Galpin.
“Then (Y/N) went and got help, as you know,” said Wednesday. “We were ushered back to Nevermore, and now we’re giving our statement.”
“And just to be clear, this monster wasn’t a bear or some other wild animal?” questioned Galpin.
“I’ve hibernated with grizzlies. I know the difference,” said Wednesday.
“And I know the difference between being alive and being dead. Rowan was dead, even if you refuse to listen to me,” said (Y/N).
Weems stood from behind her desk. “Thank you, Sheriff. I think Miss Addams and Mx. (L/N) are done now.”
“Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin,” said Wednesday. “Alone.”
“I’m not sure I can allow that,” said Weems.
“I’m sure I could take them to the station to get a formal statement,” said Galpin. He was playing with Weems’s desire to keep Nevermore’s good image. Having students be taken to the police station would not look good for her or the academy.
“Fine,” said Weems sharply. “You have five minutes, and everything is off the record.” She looked down at Galpin. “Play nice…or I will call the sheriff.” She exited the office with a final warning look at all present.
“Someone is trying to cover up Rowan’s murder,” said Wednesday to Galpin. “That’s the only reason to scrub the crime scene.”
“Is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer?” questioned Galpin.
(Y/N) furrowed their brow at the remark but cut in, “I mean, there was a body there. We both saw it and have no reason to lie, so someone must have removed it from the woods.”
“It’s been a long night. I’m tired of your games,” said Galpin.
“We’re not playing games,” said Wednesday sharply. “We’re telling the truth. You want to reject our claims, but you can’t.”
“Why is that?” asked Galpin.
“Because we all know there’s a monster out there,” said Wednesday.
“And Rowan is the latest victim,” said (Y/N).
“Sheriff?” A deputy opened the office door and peered in. “You’re gonna want to see this.” She pushed the other door open to reveal Rowan standing in the entrance.
Wednesday and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. No way, thought (Y/N). Rowan was absolutely dead. So what the hell is this?
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Solar Opposites in: Solar Monsters (by @avaveevo)
Ch. 1
As the bus drives on, Terry looks at his husband Korvo, who is looking out at the window while sighing. Human Terry brings his husband closer to him as he smiles at him. But, his face then becomes a sad as he began to wonder about something.
Human Korvo: What’s wrong, darling?
Human Terry: Korvo?
Human Korvo: Mm-hmm.
Human Terry: have you ever wonder what our lives would’ve been? If we hadn’t been assigned to each other?
Human Korvo: No.
Human Terry: What? Why?
Human Korvo: Because, I don’t want to imagine a life without you and ours kids.
Human Terry: Aw Korvy! kisses him on the cheek
The two husbands then started to make out as everyone on the bus backs away, except for Nova, who is smiling at them. “My Beloved Monster & Me” from Eels plays in the background as Human Terry and Human Korvo arrived at the golf course while holding each other’s hand:
Human Korvo, however, is blushing after Human Terry got a corn dog and eats it.
Announcer: on speaker Number 42-L! Solar-Opposites!
Human Korvo and Human Terry got their golf-clubs while Korvo puts on a aquamarine lady-like golf-hat as Human Terry plays around with a golf club, until it hit his nose.
Human Terry: Aah! holds his injured bleeding nose Fuck!
Human Korvo: Damn it, Terry!
Later, at the golf course, Terry gets ready to hit his golf ball with a his club while everyone is watching him, including Cherie, Montez, Pezlie and Nova.
Human Terry: Fore!
Suddenly, he accidentally hit the guy setting the perimeter down as his scream is heard and Korvo, Montez, Cherie, who is covering Pezlie’s eyes with her hands, Nova and the other golfers gasp in shock. Human Terry looks down as he laughs nervously.
Human Terry: Ooh.
Later, Human Korvo manage to hit his ball while Human Terry watches his husband m, but then Korvo began to feel a headache, which caused him to accidentally move a golf cart with people on it. He looks at a golf club and tries to get it to stop. But, instead it made the cart hit a barrel of gas lol one and it made an explosion as it accidentally injured some people as Human Korvo and Human Terry exchange nervous-regretful expressions at each other. Montez, Cherie and Nova smiled at their two friends, because they are used to the mayhem the Solars always make as they shook their heads. Pezlie giggles.
Despite the mess, Human Terry and Human Korvo continue to walk along while smiling at each other. Human Terry then shoved Human Korvo playfully.
Human Korvo: Hey! shoves Human Terry back playfully
Human Terry laughs as Human Korvo throws a club at him as the two husbands ran and laugh with each other. The two alien husbands then roll down the hills with each other as they land in each other’s arms and stare at each other lovingly. But, before the two can kiss…
Human Korvo: feels a headache Aah! Ooh.
Human Terry: Honey, what’s wrong?
Cherie: running to them with Montez, Pezlie and Nova Korvo? Terry? What’s wrong?!
Montez: Is everything okay?
Nova: Are you okay, Korvo?
Human Korvo: Oh. It’s just a headache I sometimes take if I don’t take my pills… for my thin skin condition. It gives me head headaches.
Human Terry: Hey! Don’t worry. We’ll just find a restroom where you can take your medicine. Okay? Just breathe for me.
Human Korvo takes a deep breath as Human Terry hold him.
Human Korvo: Okay.
Human Terry: Come on. It’ll be okay. I got you honey.
Human Korvo looks at Human Terry carrying him as his smiles as they head to the men’s restroom. Meanwhile, at school, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie are in a fancy uncomfortable outfit as they peek through the auditorium’s curtains while Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya look at them and starts giggling silently.
Human Yumyulack: Whoa. snickers
Human Jesse: Yeah. Wow. giggles
Sonya: giggling
Miss Frankie: Um? Is this really necessary?
Fashion Designer: Quite necessary, Frankie.
Principal Cooke: I’m Principal Cooke, you stupid fuck.
Fashion Designer: Whatever.
Human Yumyulack: Okay. Good luck snickers Lady Cooke.
Principal Cooke: What?!
Human Jesse: Break a leg. playfully slaps Miss Frankie on the back
Despite, their annoyance, the two teachers can’t help but smile at the kids.
Principal Cooke: Well, these three may be a bunch of sci-fi motherfuckers. But, they’re our little sci-fi motherfuckers.
Miss Frankie: I can tell. becomes smitten with Cooke’s fancy outfit Cooke?
Principal Cooke: Yeah?
Miss Frankie: You look handsome. fiddles her fingers up and down on Principal Cooke’s stomach
Principal Cooke: Aw come here…
The two teachers try to kiss, but they are struggling because of the right outfits. The two back away to breath.
Principal Cooke: Ugh! Could this day get any more humiliating?
Then, the scene cuts to Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya talking to some kids.
Human Jesse: So when the white Goobler became super big, I just let my soon-to-be step-adult Korvo have it! And it went BOOM!
School Girl: Cool.
Human Yumyulack: You guys should’ve seen it! It was like the giant marshmallow man from Ghostbusters.
Kids: Whoa! Awesome! Was it cute? How big was it?
Human Yumyulack: The size of Godzilla!
Sonya: Hey! Look what my foster dad Mr. Terry taught me! flings a grape with a spoon and catches it in her mouth as she eats it
Kids: cheering
Annie: That is so cool!
Suddenly, the Headphone guys came and shove a lunch tray down.
Aidan: Oops. Oh, I am so sorry. Can you kids leave for bit?
The kids did what they said and leaves as Yumyulack gives a death stare at the headphone guys and growls as the three mean boys sit down.
Human Yumyulack: What do you what Aidan, Braiden and Jayden?
Jayden: We just want to say, slams his tray down on the table If you guys go near our peers you’re dead! If you guys say anything to them, you’re dead! If you guys think about them… sees Human Jesse being boy crazy and sighing Are you thinking them?
Human Jesse: turns her attention towards the Headphone kids Huh? Oh yeah. Just now.
Aiden: drops his fork That’s it… YOU’RE DEAD!
Sonya screams as the Headphone guys starts chasing the three siblings throughout the school.
Braiden: Back here you fucking brats!
Human Yumyulack: slides on pole Hang ‘10, girls!
Human Jesse and Sonya: screaming
Braiden and Aiden corners around Sonya as she squeals and jump. Then, Yumyulack jumps on them.
Human Yumyulack: Guess what motherfuckers?! gives Braiden a wedgie Fucking wedging time! laughs as he gives Aiden a wedgie
Aiden: Ow! Motherfucker!!
The boys continue to chase them. Meanwhile, Sonya sees the unveiling of a new mascot for the school.
School President: Ladies and gentlemen. Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke, with their new mascot… the kraken!
Sonya gasp as Principal Cooke, who is struggling with his costume, tries to cute the ribbon as it reveals the statue of a kraken.
Sonya: gasp Kraken? screams as she runs out the auditorium Kraken! Kraken! screams once she sees Jayden and Aiden Bully! Bully!
As soon as Sonya left, Jesse tried to hide as she starts breathing and out but manage to calm down as she listens to happy thoughts in her head
Human Jesse: sighs Yeah. Just think about the sunshine. And the rainbows. And the hot boys, and the-
Suddenly, Human Jesse gets grabbed by the headphone guys as Sonya turns around and gasp. Human Yumyulack made it but then sees Human Jesse getting harassed by the Headphones Guys and gasp.
Aidan: So, you’re Yumyudork’s sister, huh? picks Jesse up by the hair
Human Jesse: Hey! Caught it out!
Jayden: What a stupid fucking bow!
Human Jesse: Hey!
Braiden: Want to see us take it out?
Human Jesse: Ow!
Jayden: I’m gonna enjoy this!
Human Jesse: Stop it you fucking monsters!
As Jesse screams, Yumyulack started to feel something as the voices distorted and he starts seeing purple as something in him causes him to revert to his alien self and pummels on Jayden, as the fully enraged Replicant lets a bloodcurdling scream and scratches Jayden’s face, enough to leave a bleeding scar on his left cheek.
Yumyulack: Get off my sister, you bitch!
Human Jesse: shock Yumyulack!
Sonya: You’re hurting him!
Jayden screams as he notice Yumyulack’s eyes turning purple. The teachers then heard the sound as they immediately head out of the auditorium and witness Yumyulack attacking Jayden.
Ms. Perez: Boys! Stop! Yumyulack stops as his eyes turn back to normal but then gasp upon seeing everyone looking at him What the fuck is going on here?!
Jayden: Help! Get this fucking freak off of me!
Mia: What the? Yumyulack?! What are the fuck are you doing?!
Yumyulack gasp as he sees the scratch on Jayden’s face and the other kids back away from him, except for his sisters. Yumyulack then looks down at his hands. Later, the three siblings wait for Principal Cooke.
Human Jesse: Yumyulack? tilts her bow to the other way on her head Does this make my bow look better?
Human Yumyulack: Jesse, your bow looks fine. Those guys are just fucking jerks.
The Headphone Guys head out of the office as they back away from Yumyulack and runs away while Jayden yelps.
Miss Frankie: Opposites?!
The three siblings head inside the Principal’s office, the two minutes later..
Principal Cooke: Wait? You guys don’t do that?
Human Yumyulack: N-n-no? I-I don’t think Shlorpians attack people in violent rage and see different colors.
Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie: What?!
Human Jesse: Yeah. We never do that. This is new to us. We don’t see any other Shlorpians do it.
Sonya: Really? Did Mr. and Mr. Opposites tell you?
Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse: No. not really. Yeah. We never even hear about this.
Human Yumyulack: Yeah. To be honest, Korvo and Terry never talk to us about this. Neither Aisha.
The two teachers get terrified as they look at each other concern about this.
Miss Frankie: Oh shit. They sound serious.
Principal Cooke: Uh, should we call your da-
The door then open with Sherbet entering.
Sherbet: Excuse me, hi Principal Cooke. I’m here to take the kids to their dads. Nova called me to come pick them up and bring them to them at the golf course.
Principal Cooke: Uh, thank you. Now, get the fuck out of my office!
Sherbet and the kids leave as the two teachers began to grow concern about this.
Principal Cooke: Yeesh. They sound serious.
Miss Frankie: Should we maybe, call Korvo and Terry?
Principal Cooke: sighs No, that’ll make things worse. And, you know how violent Korvo can be when angered.
Miss Frankie: Yeesh. Good point.
Later, Sherbet and the kids got on a bus while Human Yumyulack starts texting Korvo and Terry about what happened today. Back with Terry and Korvo, the two human alien husbands head inside the restroom with Human Korvo heading inside the stall and getting out his medicine from his purse.
Human Korvo: groans in pain, breathes in and out as he takes two pills and put it in his mouth while drinking a bottle of water
Human Terry: Honey? Are you okay now?
Human Korvo: Yeah. Definitely. heads out of the stall as he heads to the sink and washes his hands
Human Terry: Yeesh. Korvo starts splashing water on his face You weren’t kidding me when you told about this skin condition. Must be painful. touches Korvo’s face My poor Korvy.
Human Korvo: D’aw it’s okay. I am a tough Shlorpian y’know. So, grabs Terry by the shirt while trying to seduce him you wanna have a little fun?
Human Terry: feeling horny Oh-ho, yeah. As long as it’s in the bathroom.
Human Korvo and Human Terry take off their clothes as they started have sex. The two started making out while having sex. A golfer came by and backs away.
Golfer: What the fuck...?
The person walks away awkwardly. As the two husbands sex away, Human Korvo recieved a text from Yumyulack.
Human Korvo: What the fu….? reads the text and grows horrified Oh my God.
Human Terry: What?! What is it?!
Human Korvo: Terry! Quick! Put your clothes back on! We must head outside!
Human Terry: Oh right the kids! Fucking duh!
An hour later, Human Korvo and Human Terry head out of the bathroom with their clothes back on. They then see Sherbet meets up with Nova, who gives her a motherly nose smother, as Sherbet smiled and laughs. But then, human Yumyulack began to grow nervous as he began to suffer a panic attack as he starts breathing in and out.
Human Korvo: runs to the children Yumyulack! Jesse!
Human Terry: runs to the children Sonya! Pupa!
Human Korvo then hugs Human Yumyulack as he began to breath in and out with a huge amount of anxiety.
Human Korvo: Oh, thank God you're alive.
Human Yumyulack: breathing in and out while wheezing K-Korvo! Terry! Please don’t kill me! B-but I s-swear, I-
Human Korvo: pulls Yumyulack in for a soothing hug Sssh...sssh...you're okay. I'm here.
Human Yumyulack breaks down in tears as he cries into Korvo’s chest while Human Pupa goes up and hugs the two of them as Human Jesse and Sonya runs up to human Terry and hugs him as they weep silently.
Human Terry: joins in on the hug with Human Korvo, Human Yumyulack and Human Pupa Hey. It’s okay kids. Korvo and Terry are here! Your alien dads are here!
The kids began to calm down as they began to break away form the big and Human Korvo touches Human Yumyulack’s shoulder.
Human Korvo: It’s okay kiddo. I know what you’re going through.
Human Yumyulack: sniffles You do?
Human Korvo: Yes. You finally have thin skin. It’s actually inherited in our family for generations. It can cause you to freak out when fully stress. Right now, we just need to get you your own pills? Okay?
Human Yumyulack: tearfully Okay?
Human Korvo then summons AISHA in her human form with his watch.
Human Korvo: AISHA, we need pills for Yumyulack immediately.
Human AISHA: Damn it. Fucking time already? Hope you dummies don’t get all violent with this rage thing you fucking inherited.
Human AISHA then makes a pack of lavender pills with her technology and have been turn into carbonated forms in a little medicine bottle. Human AISHA hands Human Korvo the pills over to him as he gives the pills to a worried human Yumyulack:
Human Korvo: sighs It’s gonna be okay Yumyulack. These pills are gonna help you control that newfound violent temper of yours. Trust me. Right now, it’s best if we get you and your siblings home.
Human Korvo and Human Yumyulack did a father and son soft headbutt of love as the sun begins to set and the kids head over to Human Terry. Human Korvo then looks at his reflection on his phone.
Human Korvo: to himself; quietly They mustn't know. Not yet, at least.
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Norn9: Var Commons Part 6 - Masamune Toya Route
Okay, after Itsuki not flying with me, I'm a bit more cautious towards being excited for Masamune, but I really love big brother types so I can't hold in my excitement anyway lmao. One thing I just realised about choosing Masamune for Koharu though, that means Kakeru and Senri are partners! Lol! Poor Senri, I apologise. Lmao, I love how Koharu described everyone as nice, I mean she's not wrong I guess🤣 I died when Ron appeared with a gas mask and Koharu said they're nice sunglasses😆 it's so cute how she tries so hard to see the good in everything hahaha. I feel sorry for Akito though, the poor guy who's the best cook had to be stuck with Heishi and Nanami. I died when Koharu was about to faint from the terrible smell HAHAHA, I mean it's not funny for her but omg, I'm glad Masamune came to her rescue lol. I feel kinda bad for Masamune, he has to go around solving all the problems everyone makes lol. Dang Koharu is strong, she weeded the whole place herself and watered it too! Masamune blushing because of Koharu saying she wants to help him as much as she can is so adorable. He's finally found someone that genuinely cares about how much rest he's getting, acknowledging all the hard work he does mediating and tries her best to support him to make his work burden lighter haha. The sad thing is that Koharu thinks she's a bother to him, which is totally not true! I mean, it was pretty funny how she accidentally intruded on the guys bathing hahaha. But since she feels so bad about it, I feel like I shouldn't laugh haha, especially since it makes her think about how whenever she tried to interact with people, they would think of her as a bother and call her a monster.
I actually wanted to cry when Koharu said she wanted to dissolve her pairing with Masamune and pair up with Senri and stay in her room all the time as well so she won't cause any trouble to others. My heart broke that she had to come to that conclusion. I was really happy when Masamune told her he wanted to stay partners with her so he can keep an eye on her or he'd be worried sick. I'm also glad he told her that it's impossible to not hurt people, but that doesn't mean people can't learn from their actions and become stronger and better at it, and if you don't interact with people, you can't help them either! LMAO when Masamune started tearing up because Koharu thanked and appreciated him for all the work that he does. The best part was when Nanami appeared and said the salesman analogy, legit died. Okay, Masamune with glasses is a 10/10, I love him. I also love how he's properly spending time with Koharu now and teaching her common knowledge, although Koharu is great at stumping Masamune with her questions haha. To be fair, fairy tales are dodgy and it's true that the princesses, well I guess both sides are basically silly for jumping into a relationship barely knowing each other but what would I know~ people would just say you're not romantic haha.
I think Masamune really suits Koharu because he's really patient with teaching her things and to listening to her when she finds it difficult to express herself. LMAO, I died when Koharu really listened to Masamune and covered up her ears when Itsuki started talking to her😂😂 I honestly love Akito though. The moment he heard Kakeru got sick, he immediately started making rice porridge, he's such a great guy😭 Omgg and he even bothered to make rice balls for Koharu because she missed out on breakfast, that's so sweet!! Mikoto and Koharu baking cookies together was the cutest thing ever, I loved how Mikoto made some for Sakuya too. It was funny how Masamune went up to the rooftop to enjoy the cookies but I honestly didn't expect him to act that way and kiss Koharu, like nooo, don't become the "all men are wolves" guy hahaha. Yes, Masamune, it was wrong of you to just do that, but that's not what I wanted to hear!! Koharu was so brave to ask about it and thinking whether he likes her and he apologises without elaborating😭😭 I can understand why though, since he did ask Koharu to trust him and that he wouldn't do anything to her but then he ended up doing something he said he wouldn't do..
AHHH Masamune, remember your own words! You're the one who said it's impossible to never hurt anyone, don't run away thinking you won't be able to hurt Koharu if you're not her partner anymore!! I definitely blame Masamune in this situation. Koharu is the one that's clueless and doesn't know anything so he needs to get a grip! Sorata in hiyoko PJs is so cute. What I hate the most is that Koharu has always been honest with Masamune but he always holds himself back, it really hurts to see Koharu put in so much effort but Masamune won't really show her how much he likes her. Soo glad he finally told her how he felt and that he has a duty to be impartial to everyone on the ship so he couldn't and shouldn't make her be any more important than she already is in his heart. It's always so nice when they finally communicate, I'm glad Koharu was able to tell him all her negative feelings since she was trying so hard to be a good girl for him. I guess it's funny because Masamune was trying his best to be a good guy to her too. HAHAHA, Masamune gets drunk eating sweets?! Is that why he was so different and couldn't control himself lmao. That's hilarious and random. Anyway, I find it so adorable how they're both sighing now because they want to touch each other but Masamune's duties prevents him from being allowed to do so. I love how Koharu helped Mikoto and Sakuya's love. It always hurts me to see them distressed over hiding their feelings for each other so I'm glad Koharu told Sakuya that it's okay to love someone.
Trust Kakeru to be the one able to convince the military guys to give Mikoto time off from helping out with the war. Honestly, I really do wish there was a Kakeru X Mikoto route haha. Koharu patting Masamune's head and telling him he did a good job today was so cute, I definitely wanted them to touch each other more though considering how much they've missed each other haha. Lmao I didn't expect Setsu to be such a weird pervert, definitely gross if even Koharu thinks so😂 Masamune protecting her and kissing her hand was omgg☺️ Honestly though, even though I like Masamune, I have to agree with Natsuhiko that the Reset definitely isn't the way to do things. I....didn't expect to have to witness Sakuya dying for Mikoto in this route. I didn't expect to have Mikoto experience that. Now she'll blame herself forever, especially since they were a pair in this route.. I agree with Akito that Masamune should really start thinking about what he wants to do rather than always following what The World says, especially since Koharu is being used by the army now. It took really long, but I'm so glad Masamune has finally decided to prioritise Koharu over what The World says after everything that has happened, even he has finally understood that this isn't Aion's will, but in fact the islanders' input have instead become The World's instructions. However, I can understand why Masamune took so long to make the decision to abandon his duty. It's been something he's been entrusted with for his whole life probably and he's always believed in it, so to abandon that means to abandon everything that he's believed in and followed this whole time, and to do that requires alot of courage, especially to admit that what you're doing has now become "wrong".
It broke my heart when Itsuki couldn't decide whether forgetting about the person you loved or living in a reality without them was better, but I'm glad that they didn't choose to erase Mikoto's memories and are instead planning to stay beside her and support her, because erasing Sakuya's existence within Mikoto would break my heart, he's so integral to her it'll definitely feel like she's missing a part of herself. But I'm very very sad that they erased Koharu's memories of everyone. She finally made friends and now she's forgotten them. I do enjoy seeing how hard Masamune is working for their future though. The tragic love ending ended abruptly though, like what??? Lol. I was so into it when Mikoto listened to Koharu and blamed her for Sakuya's death, and Koharu was ready to protect Mikoto forever. I mean, aside from the endless guilt and pain for the both of them, I enjoyed how protective Koharu was of Mikoto. LMAO at the bad ending when Koharu puts too much sugar in the cookies for Masamune because of Heishi and Nanami and he never changes back from the "drunk" version of him and gets the harem ending where he just rules the ship and ignores The World, legit died, what a random ending😂😂😂 Also lmao at the other bad ending when you go into the room with Ron and Itsuki, I want a harem end!! Not some ending where Itsuki and Ron are never heard from again LOL, I mean that's so funny in a morbid way but still!
Overall, I liked Masamune's route but I do think the latter half wasn't as good as it could have been. For me, I really enjoyed the caring Masamune who slowly got healed by Koharu's sweet personality that always tries her best to help people around her and not be a burden. I liked how just as she helped Masamune feel appreciated and understand what it means to be cared for, he also taught her that it's impossible for people to not get hurt but it was fine as long as we learnt from it. I guess my main problem with the route was that because of Masamune's duty that they never bothered elaborating on, Koharu always had to be the one chasing him, telling him her thoughts and feelings whereas he always held back because of those duties. I mean it's good that he at least eventually told her how he felt and stuff, but it was still frustrating to see how hard Koharu was trying all the time to support Masamune. Anyway, alot of drama, but I think the main conflict I enjoyed was how both Masamune and Koharu tried to be a good guy/girl in the other's eyes until they couldn't anymore because they couldn't help but express their true feelings. I liked that breakthrough. Otherwise, I'm disappointed that considering Masamune is a locked route, we still basically know nothing about the island from this route. Like c'mon, he grew up there!! He has a mission!! But the story didn't bother exploring it at all! I mean I knew the plot was thrown to the side but it's completely ignored here, and lol, Masamune's powers weren't even talked about, I completely forgot he had any lmao. I also would have liked to see more of their "touching" in the story after they left the ship, like whyyy, he's the oldest, he's not restricted by his duties anymore and we're still robbed of further intimacy between him and Koharu?! Otherwise, it's hilarious how in the short story, we're still feeding Masamune cookies, the guy needs another way to relax haha!
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[Novel] Fables of Darkness [Hameln Final I]
✓ Part 1 of 2 of finale for Hameln novel story.
✓ Sharing is fine with credit
✘ Translation Commission.
The commissioner has given permission for it to be shared, but please use it respectfully.
✘ Don’t claim as your own
ONLY THE EPILOGUE IS LEFT!
Before long, rumors were spoken of a creature being sighted near the town where all the children, women and men disappeared.
"That thing was a humanoid monster!"
"Impossible! It had huge fangs! There's no way that thing was human!"
"It didn't just have fangs. I saw a shell over it's body--"
"But it also had wings!!"
The people grew weary with fear and loathed the hideous creature.
**
It's never enough. Not even the beasts and birds that habituated in the forests and fields nearby could achieve the beauty I seek. I'll need to collect more beautiful things than this.
For example, the sharp claws of monsters. It's claws were sharper than the fangs from the tiger's and harder than that of the tortoise shell.
"Oh, how beautiful!"
Traveling to a desert far away, I encountered a monster with razor sharp claws. Taking my flute, I silenced it with it's sound. Then I ripped out every single claw. Taking in the claws for myself, I became stronger and more beautiful than before.
Yet, I wasn't satisfied.
For example, the fire from that of a dragon. Such a beautiful, yet devastating flame that can burn its area instantly, yet glows brighter than gold and redder than jade. It took work, but I put it to sleep with my flute and took it in as it already was for myself.
Oh, surely I just became more beautiful and stronger than I ever have...
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The rumors of the creature spread farther than the village where all the children, women, and men had gone missing.
"It's said that thing was a human once."
"There's no way something like that could ever of been human."
"It looked like a mix between a demon, dragon or bird... "
"I've never seen something so hideous in my life."
Everyone frowned in disgust whenever they heard the rumors of the repulsive creature.
***
It's not enough, it's never enough! Beasts, birds, monsters, dragons... I, the one who has the upmost beauty, shall go even higher.
Yet it seems I've gotten lost in my travels to find and take in beautiful things. I soon discovered a place far off from the human world I knew. A place repulsive dolls told me was called "Library".
I've tried hard to find stronger, more beautiful things here but there's nothing here the world can offer me that I haven't gotten so far. All there is for me are hideous monsters. Repulsive, smelly creatures that moan most unpleasantly.
Regardless, I continued my efforts. And eventually, I met him. The thing here that those creatures called "the strongest."
I recognized him at a passing glance. Oh, how "strong" he was. So different from the beasts, birds, demons and even the dragon I've seen.
If I defeat him and take him in, surely I will become the s t r o n g e s t, most b e a u t i f u l thing in the world!
"Oh, ohhh, how beautiful!"
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Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful man named Hameln. Not only did he possess great beauty, but he also held magical powers.
Hameln traveled searching for beauty. From the small towns to the largest, from the mountains and over deserts, across oceans and beyond the world we knew. He took the strong, beautiful parts of children, women, men, and even monsters to take into himself.
Absorbing everything into himself, Hamlen lost his human form, and became the thing people including himself feared and loathed the most. An "ugly monster".
Yet, Hameln never doubted his appearance. He saw himself as having the strongest, most beautiful form of all. And even then, he continued his search for more strength and beauty.
The last thing Hameln found, was what he called "the most powerful creature of all." It looked almost exactly like Hameln himself. Perhaps it also took in others' beautiful and strongest parts to become the "strongest", much like Hameln.
Hameln had convinced himself nothing in the world was as strong as the creature. If he could manage to defeat it and take it in, he would be the most beautiful, most strongest person in the world. Hameln felt euphoric. His mouth, which was no longer human, twisted into a grin....
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Fang Takers
"... In other news, several more bodies have been found floating in the Agizava River. An individual, who was jogging down the trail alongside that route, spotted the mass pile under the Agizava Bridge, some possibly floating down stream, and reported it to the Alternian Police. Police reports stated that all bodies are all intact. Most covered in bruises indicating a struggle but all having four hole marks on their neck. All suggesting to be from rainbow drinkers. Same as before, from a few months ago, all their blood were drained leading to their death. The investigation is still ongoing since it began a few sweeps ago and no leads have been uncovered to finding the culprits behind these atrocities. We will continue to get more information from police as they identify the bodies. Now here's the forecast to today's weather and the rest of the week..."
"That'a just a terrible thing tah hear." One man said, looking to the TV that was hanging on the ceiling within the restaurant they are in.
"Them killings again, eh?" The other man across from him added. "Seemed to be having more frequently as of late."
"Hrrmm. Seems to be, mate. Shame them Fang Takers ain't around anymore." The first man says. "Them fellas woulda gone out and find them rainbow drinkers."
"Fang Takers? Thought they were a myth."
"Nah mate. They were real. They'd find certain jade bloods and find out if they'll turn to rainbow drinkers. They're considered undead so they were basically gnarly monsters and would off them. Could use their service to take care of them folk."
"Whatever happened to them? Considerin I thought it was a bunch of malarkey, I remember hearing that they all were killed by some monster."
"Nah. I heard that they all turned on each other. Some cunt got too crazy being the one in charge and turned on their own that eventually lead to them disbanding."
"Ya both got it all wrong, huns." A female voice was heard, overhearing their conversation for a while until interrupting them. The waitress was holding the men's meals that they have ordered, placing them on the table. "You both gotta watch the news more often to get the real story."
"Well, miss. What happened to them?" The second man asks.
"Them rainbow drinkers offed them all." She plainly answered. "They got their revenge and now ain't no one to be there to protect us. The next day ya friend or loved one might not show up the next day cause the blood suckers got a hold of them."
"Well, ain't that a bitch." The first man bluntly says. "Guess it's good to always have a weapon by ye side, eh?"
"Ain't that the truth." Second man added.
Meanwhile, a woman was sitting at a table behind them. She wore all black with hints of grey. A very gothic dress. Her hair being half white with the white hair being on the left side. Her eyes, being heterochromia, a beautiful jade color while her left being just a lighter green. The woman overhears the men's conversation, sipping her glass of water. She merely grins to herself.
A man soon arrives to her table, wearing gothic suit and donning a top hat. His eyes also a jade color. "You would not believe how rude others can be in this place, Elysia." He complained. "A prick nearly got my suit dirty. I literally got this clean."
The gothic woman covered her lips with her hand, insinuating as if she is giggling. She pulled out her phone and began typing on it, bringing it up to show. "You are a magnet to getting filthy, it seems." It says on her phone.
"No. It's just these morons can't keep themselves clean. Do they know they could die from a random disease if they don't at least shower every day?!" He lets out a sigh, leaning back on his chair. "Why do I gotta suffer like this, Ely?"
The mute girl raised her phone again. "Oh woe is you~" She rests her phone on the table as the same waitress she overheard a bit ago came back with their food.
"Hear ya go hun buns. You both have a wonderful day!"
"Ah well, thanks you beautiful gal." The goth male flirted a little, giving a smile as the waitress merely gestures of being flattered and then leaves. He then looks back at the goth girl across the table from him as she merely gives a look of disapproval. "What?!"
She raised her phone once more, already typed out what she was gonna say as he finished he replying to the waitress. "You're a hopeless romantic."
"Ah come on! Why do you gotta push my self esteem down, Ely!"
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Title: 'Beauty and her beast' part two
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall, Elijah Mikaelson x Innocent!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Elijah being kinda of an ass, violence, Possessive!Elijah
Summary: Hayley and the other Mikaelsons are looking for Elijah after he left. While Elijah had found hisself going after another and leaving Hayley to go after the other woman.
Part one - part three - part four
Tag list: @cleverzonkwombatsludge
Freya had told Klaus and Rebekah along with Hayley that the witches had done a spell that opened Elijah's red door and that she was going to try and close it again. While Klaus and Hayley was going to find Elijah worried that the vampire wasn't going to stop.
"They got his red door open, I would be impressed if I wasn't so angry."
"I would agree Nik." Freya says watching Klaus pace as Hayley sat thinking it all over.
"But Elijah isn't acting like he was behind the red door when I went in."
"The door was for Elijah to place memories he wishes to forget and to hide his monster. Now that it is open....who knows what Elijah is willing to do." Klaus tells Hayley as the younger hybrid had never seen Klaus so worried.
"I don't see the problem."
"Of course you don't as you are getting fucked by Elijah." Klaus said making Hayley blush hard watching the Original hybrid leaving the room as Freya and Rebekah looked to one another worried about Klaus.
Elijah had ran off annoyed with Klaus seemly upset with the older Mikaelson when he spotted her, Y/N L/N a beautiful woman with caramel tan skin and light brown hair that was up in a messy ponytail. Dressed in a tank top under a pair of overalls covered in paint as Elijah caught her scent and he couldn't help but findit just lovely. Elijah wanted her and began to follow her when he growled lowly seeing a group of vampires pull her into an alley way, Y/N hid when the vampire that held her suddenly went flying and saw the other three being attacked by a clearly stronger vampire.
"You can come out, Princess." The vampire said making Y/N blink as Princess was a new nickname even if she was used to men hitting on her. Y/N stood shivering seeing his eyes darken as he licked his bottom lip, Y/N squeaked when he was suddenly infront of her.
"I'm Elijah."
"Oh well thanks Elijah. I'm Y/N." Y/N said smiling holding her hand out to shake Elijah's but made her flush when he instead raised her hand kissing the inside of her wrist playfully nipping at her skin.
"Allow me to walk you home?"
Hayley paced worried about Elijah as he still hadn't came home in three weeks and Klaus couldn't find the older Original. So Hayley went to Davina for a locator spell, Hayley was missing Elijah and worried where her lover could have ran off to since it seemed he wasn't being hisself.
"So big brother Elijah has gone off the deep end?"
"Because the witches open his red door, Kol." Hayley said as Kol sat up staring at Hayley before getting up to call Rebekah to ask what was happening with Elijah as the three head back to the Abattoir.
"Elijah is calling." Hayley said looking at her phone happy to hear from her lover as Rebekah urged her to answer it.
'Hayley.' Hayley heard Elijah's low baritone voice say as she could hear music in the background at where ever Elijah was.
"Elijah! Where are you? Come home we are wor..."
'Hayley, quiet. I am calling to tell you that I found someone more....delicious. I won't be coming home anytime soon, feel free to find another.' Elijah said sounding careless as he hung up before Hayley could say a word. Rebekah was quick to the hybrid's side to comfort her when the hybrid told them what Elijah said.
"Freya, fix it."
"I will Nik but you need to find him." Freya said getting to work as Rebekah rubbed Hayley's back. Klaus growled leaving with Kol to find Elijah.
Elijah was enjoying his time with Y/N a little too much as the woman was shy and mostly innocent. So Elijah made it his mission to fluster his new little lady but most of all Elijah was addicted to her blood.
"Elijah....I am trying to work." Y/N whimpered feeling Elijah nipping at her neck as his hand moved under her shirt while she was trying to paint feeling the vampire smirk against her neck.
"And I am hungry, Princess."
"But....I need to get this done." Y/N said shivering as Elijah's fangs brushed against her skin and Elijah moved her into his lap opening her legs. Y/N placed down her drawing pad and pencil as she gave into the vampire, Elijah growled when Y/N tilted her head to give Elijah more room. Y/N squealed when Elijah suddenly lifted her taking her to bed.
"I am going to wreak you." Elijah growled as Y/N squeaked feeling Elijah latch onto her neck as it was going to be a long night for Y/N.
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Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader
Warnings: 18+ mention of physical abuse, flangst.
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You were running.
Running away from the man who had vowed to be your lawfully wedded husband, from the man you had fallen in love with years ago, the man who broke every vow, every promise he’d made.
The man who was a monster in disguise of a fine gentleman.
You ran as fast as your feet would take you, until your sides were hurt, and your lungs were on fire. The forest seemed to stretch on forever, dense trees whizzing by in a blur as your feet continued their journey.
Vision distorted, you could make out a silhouette of a large mansion as the trees thinned out, moonlight bathing every bit of surface in its gleaming silver light. There wasn’t another house in sight, and you were desperate for shelter.
And so you decided to try your luck and go in, praying that whoever was inside were kinder than the men in your life.
The front door was left ajar, it was a dusty foyer that led to a parlour illuminated by candlelight.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” You called out, still a little winded from your run, voice shaky and unsure as your eyes took in the ornate paintings and family portraits adorning the walls, the grand piano that sat in a corner covered with cobwebs.
Turning around, you were startled as a rather tall man approached, surprisingly quiet as you hadn’t heard him walk in.
His handsome features were enhanced in the amber glow of the candles, jet black hair, sharp nose and sharper cheekbones, and the softest blue eyes you had ever come across. Dressed impeccably, he looked every bit the perfect Englishman you had ever met.
This man looked beautiful.
“I apologise for startling you, Miss. I am Thomas Sharpe, is there anything I can help you with?”
His velvety smooth voice was enough to calm your senses, he offered a kind smile that momentarily made you forget your woes. Something about him was enigmatic and yet you felt like you could trust him with your life.
“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I am so sorry to intrude, I was running through the forest and stumbled upon this house—your house. To put it in simple words, I am running from my husband, he is a traitor, an evil man out to take my life because I found out about his dirty secret. I do not wish to burden you with details of my horrific life, Mr Sharpe, but I merely ask for a corner to spend this night in. I will be gone before the first rays of the sun hit, I promise.”
You brushed the tears that had formed in your eyes away and looked away, preparing to get thrown out as Thomas Sharpe remained silent.
“It would be cruel of me to not offer you shelter after what you have been through, Lady (Y/N). I am terribly sorry for what happened and you do not have to tell me anything that you do not wish to. If you would follow me upstairs, there is a spare room complete with a bed for you to rest.”
His eyes almost pleaded for you, recognizing your hesitation at once and reassuring you that you were safe here. You thanked him for being so generous and followed him up the stairs quietly, wincing as a sharp pain went through your leg.
“Are you injured?”
The man stopped and turned to you with concerned eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I might be, I paid no attention to it, I had to get out of the place as quickly as I could. Nothing to worry about, I will manage, Mr. Sharpe.”
“Allow me to take a look, you might be bleeding and please call me Thomas.”
He led you inside yet another large space, promptly lighting candles all around letting you see the room decorated with antiques, a fireplace and a large four poster bed.
“Your house is lovely.”
“It is dusty and dilapidated, you are far too kind.” Thomas smiled, gesturing you to take a seat on the bed before he turned around to give you privacy.
“Where does it hurt?”
He asked quietly, waiting as you peeled your dress up, revealing a large cut across your ankle that was bleeding and another wound that had turned a nasty blue and black you had endured back in your home.
“Its a small cut on my ankle, its bleeding but like I said, should be better in the morning. Please don’t bother—”
By the time you could finish, Thomas was already by your side, kneeling beside your leg that was injured.
“May I?”
You nodded, not wanting to turn down those baby blues that bore into you, sleep and exhaustion tugging at your eyelids as they grew heavy.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wrapped it around your ankle, careful not to hurt you in any way before running his fingers over the bandaged part that grew warmer, almost as if it was healing already.
“Are you hungry, Lady (Y/N)? I could bring you some soup if you want.”
“Oh no, you’ve been of great help already, I would hate to be a bother.”
“You have had a long and hard day, my dear. I will get you some food and then you will rest for as long as you wish to. Do not worry, you are safe here.”
You sighed, believing him whole-heartedly as you smiled back genuinely after what had felt like days, nodding as Thomas returned down the stairs quietly to fetch you some food.
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You couldn’t remember what awoke you in the night, but when your eyes opened, the blanket that covered you was flung on the ground. Moonlight streamed through the large windows in the room leaving an eerie glow to your surroundings.
Instinctively you checked on your ankle as you sat up against the cushions, shocked to find no blood stains on the handkerchief that Thomas had wrapped around it. It didn’t hurt either, it had healed completely.
Walking over to the huge French windows that overlooked the forest, you placed a hand on the glass and peered out. Not a draft of blowing breeze and yet it felt so cold, you wrapped your arms around yourself and retraced your day, not realising you had company.
You recalled the rage-filled argument you had with your husband that led him to slap you across your face so hard, you fell face-first on the chaise behind, how he had kicked you to the ground after you refused to keep your mouth shut.
Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks and you let out a sniffle that made Thomas clear his throat, making you jump yet again.
“Forgive me my dear, I was only checking in to see if you were okay.”
Wiping your tears away hurriedly, you gave him an unconvincing smile before staring back out the window.
“You’re awfully quiet when you walk. You came all the way here just to check if I was alright?”
Staring at his feet, Thomas said nothing, blaming himself for scaring you, hating himself for not being to leave you alone in peace.
Truth was, he needed to know you were safe, needed to see you sleeping soundly to admire your beautiful features in the moonlight.
“Would that be so alarming? I’d want you to be safe under my watch.”
His earnest reply touched your heart, given the condition you were in, it brought fresh tears to your eyes which you did not bother to wipe this time.
“Of course, I’m just—not used to it.”
“What went wrong? If you don’t mind my asking..” he prodded gently, gesturing you towards a chair that was right next to you. Thomas kept his eyes trained on you as you sat, his soft, kind smile encouraging you to speak out.
"My parents got me married at an early age because it was convenient, to put it simply. My husband made no efforts to keep his new bride happy, I poured all of mine in trying to love a man who wasn't in this marriage at all."
You stood up once more, walking over to the window, placing your hand against the cold glass and looking far into the woods.
"One night he came home, reeking of alcohol and the scent of another woman...didn't even try to hide it. When I tried confronting him, he didn’t…take it too well.”
Unknowingly your hand went over your abdomen where your husband had kicked you all those days ago. Thomas was filled with rage for the man responsible for your state but he kept quiet, listening to everything you were willing to share.
“I was silenced in every way possible, until today. I broke through the window of my bedroom where kept me locked in and escaped in the woods, ran for my life until I stumbled upon this place, you.”
“I was a fool.”
You added with a whisper, voice cracking at the end as tears streamed down your face. Thomas stepped closer to pull you into his embrace, no longer able to control the urge to comfort you.
You melted into his touch, feeling safer than you had ever been, safe enough to let the sobs wrack your body knowing he was there to hold you.
“Hush now, my darling. You aren’t a fool for expecting the love you deserve. You have suffered enough. It’s okay…I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”
His hushed whispers and soothing touches, words of comfort calmed your palpitating heart to an erratic but steady beat.
You had met Thomas Sharpe just a few hours ago and yet he had managed to bandage your wounds, both physical and emotional in that short span.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed in his embrace, a part of you wished it could be just for a little while longer before you pulled away reluctantly.
Thomas caressed your face tenderly, moving the strands of hair that had escaped as his blue eyes bore into yours, searching, before steadily moving down to your parted lips and making your heart skip a beat.
The way your eyes closed in bliss gave him the answer he seeked to touch your lips with his, so delicately, you thought you’d dreamt it. A gentle brush of skin against skin was enough to make your heart flutter, something you had forgotten it could do.
You wanted more, and by the looks of it, so did Thomas. You felt a smile on your lips as you boldly took the initiative to deepen the kiss. Tongue peeking out to trace the soft depths and lines of his lips, before he welcomed it and allowed you to taste and explore.
Allowing yourself that moment of letting go of your inhibitions before becoming aware of your surroundings and stopping yourself rather reluctantly.
Thomas tightened his arms around you for a brief moment, pecking your lips one last time and resting his forehead on yours.
“You’re going to leave. Don’t.” He whispered, already having read your mind.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Yes, you do. Stay. I promise I will protect you, now and for as long as you will allow me.”
His words held such honesty, you believed him, more than you’d ever put a trust in someone.
“Okay.”
“Will you stay?”
“I will.”
You sighed, simply nodding as a reply as you linked your arms behind his neck, chuckling in delight when he picked you up and walked you towards your bed. Trusting those ocean blue orbs that held the promise of a better present, and perhaps a better future.
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The Agreement part.2 — Kaz Brekker
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Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.
Warnings of series: Convenience/arranged marriage, swearing, mention of fight, mention of death, mention of desire, fluff, sensual, mention of post-traumatic stress.
Warnings of chapter: swearing.
Word count: 4k
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“What?!” Your exclamation came out louder than intended, and perhaps sharper than expected.
The salty sea breeze came through the window once more. The smell of salt and ocean invaded the room and for a second it felt like being in a ship's cabin at sea.
Kaz looked at you as if you were some child. Or someone deaf. But if he was swimming in acidic thoughts, he didn't say them.
"Think carefully." His voice was firm and explicit, the ones men use to convince women of something. “You want freedom, don't you? Live your life without having to fulfill a man's whims or your father's expectations. You wants to be able to snow on a ship without having a date to go back and make your own destiny. You want just needing to care what new adventure knocks on your door and what promise of wonders life awaits. It is not?"
How did he figure it out so well in such a short time? Was he too shrewd or were you too transparent?
You nodded, unable to say anything. Perhaps out of perplexity at how Kaz read you so easily. Or maybe the way he looked like an overpoweringly beautiful fallen angel in the moonlight.
“And the only way to do that is to get married.”
You frowned. “As I recall, Brekker, I came here just so I wouldn't have to get married.”
“And it's a stupid plan.” God, you wanted to kill him. “You asked me to have the Dregs take you to the harbor without your father's spies noticing. But it turns out your father's spies already know you're here.”
Your breath was lost somewhere between lungs and nose.
“Since you arrived, the noise from the Crow Club downstairs has become less shrill. And this is not typical criminal behavior. Either they have adopted good manners or someone they know they should fear has joined the Club.” Kaz sat more relaxed in the armchair behind his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on you. “I would bet on the second option.”
“So I came here for nothing?” You were starting to get angry at his beating around the bush. Because you knew it was manipulation. Brekker was laying the groundwork and you understood that.
“I did not say that. Turns out you can never get rid of your father. Not when he's a man with the purchasing power able to buy an entire country. There will always be someone who will recognize you, someone who will find you. And for the right price, the whole world is capable of being bribed. You would run away only to be chased by other spies, other people wanting the reward your father will give to whoever brings you back home.”
Very early on, you realized that Kaz Brekker was capable of crushing dreams as easily as crushing an insect. His destructive power was colossal and you saw all of your desires floating under his palm. Waiting just for him to brutally clench his fist and crush them.
But that's not what he did.
“You'll only get what you want if you follow his orders.” The breeze came through the window once more, ruffling her charcoal hair. “But if you can't defeat your enemies, change the rules of the game.”
“And is that where marriage to you comes in?”
“See it.” His body leaned very gently across the table towards you, it was a millimeter and ridiculous gesture, but it felt like him standing a breath away from you. “What you need is to get married. But marrying someone who doesn't give a damn about what you're going to do, and don’t have expectations of you. Someone who is not interested in home life, family life or Any other things you can offer other than money.”
Any other things you can offer. The night breeze this time was accompanied by an impure, almost obscene scene of the fallen angel in front of you on a bed of black duvets and caustic weather. A moment when the ends of his black hair brushed your forehead and your nose, moving back and forth as followed the rhythm of his hips and…
The sea breeze was gone, taking the obscene image with it and bringing back your common sense. For a second you wondered where that came from! You hadn't been in his presence for more than two hours and the entire compilation of what it was like Kaz Brekker, so far, had frightened you and attracted you in an absurdly dangerous way.
"And are that you came, I suppose." You hoped your voice couldn't give away your impure thoughts from seconds ago. “Do you want us to form an alliance where you receive my dowry and in return I am free from my father's demands and can do as I please with my freedom?"
“Alliance is a very strong term for what we are doing here.” He was succinct, “I would tell you to look at this as a business transaction. A marriage document is still just a piece of paper. And nothing else. Don't get carried away by sentimentalism. Things only have feelings if you want them to.”
Kaz was right, you knew that. For all your belief in true love and the many books romance novels you devoured, you still understood that a marriage could very well be seen as a business translation. It are a sad, cold way to see something so beautiful, but it still true.
“I have no interest in anything other than your dowry and you have no interest other than freedom. So what I'm proposing is something very sensible and objective. When we get married, your father will set you free, and you won't have any husband to please or any other crap. I don't want and don't expect anything from you, I don't care if you're sailing to Ravka or venturing on The Fold.”
“Do you want the money out of greed or despair?”
Kaz took a second to get a better look at you after that sneaky question. You had asked the correct question amid so many banalities and he realized that you were more cunning than you looked.
If he wanted to know your secrets, you also wanted to know his.
“A bit of both.” He was sincere.
“And what do you intend to do with my father's industries? Because you would win them too. And any misdirection could end up reducing my father's empire to nothing, and I don't want him to see the thing he loves most in ruins.”
Brekker heard the feelings in your voice. There was a hidden pang of hurt, but a lot of determination and honesty. You loved your father and understood him, even if you didn't agree with his principles. You had a fair and upright nature and were able to move mountains to get things done the way you thought was right. That was a red flag for Kaz. You were a good person. And he not.
He could never promise you things that go back to a good guy. But he could promise you honesty and justice. Kaz Brekker would never take something from someone the way it was taken from him so many years ago. He was a monster. But never in the same category as Pekka.
“I have no interest in having an empire doomed to fail.” His eyes were serious. “My motivation has always been greed. Why would I sink the company that is capable of making me such a rich man?”
He would have to be an idiot to let such a lucrative business go. And Kaz Brekker was anything but an idiot.
“Would you let me do anything I want?”
“I have no interest in what you don't or do.”
You hesitated for a second, as if remembering another detail. “My father doesn't believe in divorce, and even if he did, I would be pressured to remarry. Do you understand that we couldn't divorce?”
“I have no desire to marry again. And you might as well get other men you want without making a fuss, without your father finding out.” Always rational and objective. Without any inclination to the heart's desires. “There is no room in this world for feelings. Much less in this agreement. If you fall in love with someone you will have to be content with just relating to them, not getting married. And it seems like a small price to pay for so many benefits.”
It was the perfect plan. Did you know that. It was rational, objective and cunning. Something advantageous for both without costing too much. But why did you feel that something could go very wrong? You were a romantic person and you knew you could see things where they didn't exist. The truth was, you would have to leave your heart completely out of the picture.
Just a business transaction.
Brekker seemed to see a hint of hesitation in your eyes.
“It's very simple, Ms. Y/L/N.” That voice that gave you goose bumps hovered in front of you. “You marry me and you still have your freedom, because I don't give a damn about what you do after.”
“20 million from Kruges. Rich.” his eyes gleamed with a deep glow.
“And how do I know this isn't a trick?”
“I don't promise lies.” His firm face was serious “I won't give you happiness, Y/n. Much less love. Love doesn't exist in Kerch. But I will give you freedom, independence, a comfortable life that you are accustomed. And it seems to be much more than you have now.”
You knew you could be making a deal with the devil. Selling your soul to that man with the face of a fallen angel and the aura of Lucifer. But what choice did you have?
You couldn't go back if you sealed that deal. That man would be bound whit you, even by a piece of paper, for a lifetime. Was it worth the price? You didn't care for your father's press to want to be in the management and you had a lot more money than twenty million Kruges. What would you be missing? Your chance to marry one day whit someone you came to love? But if you came home without someone one day from now your father would marry you to a gargoyle. And the way out to flee no longer seemed a viable option.
Yes, it was worth it.
Seeming to see from the glint in your eyes that you've made a decision, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, reached out a leather-gloved hand toward you. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious spark, the scent of male cologne with a hint of danger lurking around the room. And for a moment, you felt a shiver go up your spine and the feeling that your life had just begun.
“Agree to marry me?” He said.
The feeling was that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. You didn't know what that little stunt with Kaz Brekker awaited you. But you would find out.
“Yes.” You took his hand in a firm, intense handshake that held a million secrets.
A satisfied, victorious smile came to his lips. And whenever Kaz gave him that expression, it felt like seeing the fallen angel that was the reason so many humans sinned. The clouds in the sky shifted, moving out of the moon's path and making the distilled rays of light shimmer more brightly. His black hair and white skin were graced with those bundles, and for a second his beauty was overwhelming.
You held your breath.
Brekker continued to say something, but you couldn't pay attention. Your heart began to race, the moonlight following in his footsteps as Kaz got up from his chair and went to fetch some papers from across the room. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His body was taller and thinner than you deduced when he was sitting down. Kaz had long, slender legs beneath black straight-cut pants, his chest was broad and his waist was narrow. For a second, you felt like running your hand over the contours of his body.
You shifted your attention forward abruptly. Focusing eyes on something else.
That was the curse of handsome men. They fooled women and made them daydream. With his underworld god beauty and mysterious aura with a touch of danger, Kaz Brekker was overwhelmingly attractive. And your blood reacted to that. Any woman would have reacted the same way.
“And we'll have to leave tomorrow morning…” he sat opposite you again.
“Sorry, what?”
You turned your attention to his words, not remembering half of what he said seconds ago. Kaz looked at you intently this time, squinting his eyes millimetrically, as if he was trying to guess which paths your mind had wandered in for the past two minutes.
“Your deadline is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?”
"Yes." You got back to the core of the problem once more. “The trip to my house takes a few hours. Half a day if it's raining.”
Kaz had his eyes on the papers in his hands, maybe they were maps or documents, but you didn't feel like craning your neck to see what it was. Leaning over to view the papers meant getting closer to Brekker, and two hours in his presence was enough for you to understand that nothing good would happen if you got any closer. Or maybe you didn't trust your own feelings and emotions.
“This will have to be done very discreetly.” He didn't look up from his papers. “If any rumors about our deal reach the wrong people, your father will hear about our plan. And that meant you will being forced to marry someone else, and me without my money. Does anyone know you're here because you planned to run away?”
You shook your head. “No. I didn't get to tell my friends. But now that the plan is different, I intend to tell a friend that…”
“You can't tell anyone.” Kaz lifted ocean blue eyes to you in an electrifying look that made you shiver.
“And what is supposed to say to my friends?” You felt a pang of indignation.
“That we are in love.”
This time, your breath was gone. The phrase was like pouring gasoline on an old, flammable woodpile. And you were afraid of what might be the match that would set off a fire.
Kaz noticed your reaction and was amused by it. “Just say some nonsense about falling in love with a criminal. It wouldn't be the first time a rich little girl has fallen in love with the bad guy, and I guarantee it won't be the last.”
“And you won't tell anyone about the truth too?” You wanted to change the focus you.
“I don't have to answer to anyone.”
This time you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms in an insolent gesture. “So everyone will think the infamous Kaz Brekker, Dirty Handes and Ketterdam's most dangerous gangster is in love with a rich little girl?”
Kaz narrowed his eyes at your teasing.
“It won't be the first time that the man with a bad temper and dangerous soul falls in love with the little girl. And I'm sure it won't be the last.” You said.
You were provocative, witty and stubborn. You would always hit at the same height and loved to show people that could very well play their game. Brekker unraveled this perfectly. You weren't the kind of woman who would be peaceful, serene, and calm. You wouldn't be like Inej. You would not take his orders and his taunts in silent, contained rage. You were intense. And that was a danger.
Why did he get the feeling you were so much more than he imagined?
“Let's go to your house tomorrow morning. Nine in the morning.” He changed the subject. “I'll go with you and we'll get married.”
"My father must be preparing everything by now." You sighed. “He takes his promises very seriously and I have no doubt that, when I returns, the ceremony scene will be set in the party garden.”
Partly you were relieved about it now. Planning a ceremony are intense and personal. You never really thought about getting married, but you always imagined that if one day it happened it would be the man of your dreams. And you didn't know if you would want to organize a fake wedding. There were certain things that were inevitable to keep the heart from breaking.
“Better yet, the faster the better.”
The two of you discussed some more details of the plan in the next few hours. It was agreed that Kaz would pick you up at nine from your hotel tomorrow, in an elegant hired carriage (which you obviously would be paying for) and the two of you would go to your house in Kerch. For all intents and for all people, the truth would be that the two of you were in love. It was such a typical cliché that it wouldn't be the least bit hard to believe.
And after a while, you two could already show yourself to the world as a couple who barely saw each other. Rich society was full of them: marriage with coldness and distance, where the man has his bets and lovers and the woman her travels and her jewelry. Your father would surely understand and leave you alone. After all, he had gotten a son-in-law to inherit his empire. A young son-in-law with blood for business who would make your father extremely satisfied. However, now the two of you had to look like a couple in love. And the reality of the situation was a secret that only the two of you would take with you to the tomb.
But, that night it was difficult for you to sleep. Anxiety, restlessness and fear gnawed at you like cunning mice, rolling you from side to side in bed, whispering in your ears millions of futures where everything could go wrong. Where not even Kaz Brekker's plans could free you from the clutches of one of your father's suitors.
When the clock struck seven in the morning, you jumped out of bed with unsettling, restless energy. You didn't like feeling helpless and waiting for Brekker to show up was exactly the definition of a princess in trouble. You had to do something.
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“What do you mean to get married?!” Jesper choked on his breakfast, and Nina nearly spit out all her orange juice.
Kaz rolled his eyes and continued sorting through the documents on the large round table. He was going to be gone for a few days at most and needed the people he trusted most to take care of business while he was gone. There were a lot of robberies to do and Kaz spent the night crafting and modifying plans for options where he wasn't involved. He had made a list of what needed to be checked at ports and what needed to be resupplied at Crow clube.
The plan was to marry you when they arrived in Kerch and return to Crow Club the next day. Kaz knew he would have to bring you, the two of you would have to stay together until your dowry was delivered to him. After that you could go on any adventure you wanted.
But dealing with the Crows was being more exasperating than Kaz could have expected.
"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Wylan was in shock.
"Nobody knew!" Nina and Inej had their chins on the floor. Matthias was the only one who didn't seem to care so much.
"I didn't know the affairs of my private life were your business." Kaz didn't look up from the papers he kept in folders for the stupid ones.
"But you never said anything." Inej said.
"It was the intention."
"It's with Y/n, isn't it?" Jesper had bright eyes and a gleeful gambling smile stretched across his lips.
Kaz looked up at the boy with chocolate creamy skin, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
“She spent hours in yours office last night.”
"Oh my Santis!" Inej, Nina and Wylan exclaimed at once, eyes wide.
"The daughter of the richest man in Kerch." Wylan said.
"YOUR DOG!" Jesper clapped Kaz on the shoulder with an open palm, a loud laugh echoing and joy filling his voice.
Kaz suppressed the urge to look at the spot where Jesper had touched him. It had been years since he'd gotten over the most brutal aversion to touch, when the mere thought of getting close to someone made him tingle and dizzy with imminent fainting. At 28 years old, Kaz Brekker had proven to be greater than the demons and weaknesses that haunted him, wanting to see his downfall. A man who wanted to defeat Pekka could have no weaknesses. And he prided himself on almost have none of them.
However, offhand gestures made him look at the spot where he had been touched. The sensation brought was not unbearable or nauseating, but strange. And when the situation was skin to skin in a touch that caught him off guard, the feeling was unpleasant. Like a splinter under the skin.
It was easier with people Kaz felt comfortable with, but it wasn't something he cared about. He forced himself to overcome the most brutal aversion just to be a man without weaknesses, no chance of being defeated in a torture, no chance of being defeated by a faint. No for to touch someon.
“I thought you didn't know her in person when I warned you yesterday.” Inej tried to contain her little smile.
“It was the intention. You guys forgot the definition of secret…”
"Boss." One of the employees had entered that exclusive room. "There's someone here wanting to talk to you, Sir." He looked apprehensive.
Kaz frowned. The crow club had no movement at eight in the morning.
"Who is?"
"I think…"
"Will you please let me through!" The female voice sounded outside the room.
Jesper and the rest of the gang were wide-eyed, mouths opening in amusement and bewilderment. Kaz was catatonic. What the fucking hell were you doing there?!
"What do you mean I can't talk to your boss?!" And you continued. “I spoke to him yesterday...Don't give me these arguments, my dad tells his employees to tell people exactly that...I swear if you touch out about me again I will...”
"Fucking hell!" Kaz came out from behind the counter, crossing the living room and opening the door.
He came face to with that scene. A short girl who argued with a bouncer who was triple her height and size. Kaz knew the man was arrogant and macho, and had probably nudged your temper. He would have been amused by the scene if he wasn't abgry that you didn't follow his explicit rules.
“Ray.” Kaz glanced at the bouncer, a steady gaze that made the brute immediately back away from you.
You even gave the man an angry look before heading towards Kaz.
"What are you doing here?!" He whispered angrily.
"I couldn't wait." You wiggled your fingers, a tic of anxiety. “I could barely sleep. It was lucky I didn't show up at six in the morning.”
“That's not excuses. We have a schedule!"
“But I couldn't wait!" You whispered too. “It's visseral. I can't just sit there and wait!”
What an insufferable creature!
"Well, you'll have to learn because…!"
"What are you two whispering back there? “ Jesper's voice interrupted the discussion in whispers.
The two of you turned to the troupe standing in the doorway of the Crow room. Playful, mischievous smiles were plastered across their faces, and you felt your cheeks blush. Kaz and you looked at each other, and in that second of silent complicity, the two of you finally stepped into the roles of partners in crime.
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You’re Easier To Kick When You’re Kneeling.
summary: you and eren were both titan shifters, getting your ass beat in the court room by humanity’s strongest
warnings: violence, swearing,
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“Good luck!”
Where the last words Hanji spoke before shoving you and Eren into the court room. Tension penetrated the air as the Survey Corps gave hard glares to the Military Police.
Spinning around you saw everyone looking to you and Eren. Embarrassment and fear crawled through your nerves, gazing to Eren as he looked just as afraid.
“I’m scared..” You whispered to the brunette, he turned to look down at your lightly shaking physique.
“We’ll be fine.” He gave you a small smile, his eyes creased softly, he wished he could reach out and pat you on the shoulder.
Straining yours eyes forwards you bit down your tongue readying yourself mentally. You noticed two long metal pillars beside eachother, gulping.
“Step forward.” An office spoke as he shoved the barrel of a gun into Erens back. Urging him forwards forcefully, quickly you walked to catch up with him.
Two officers pushed you and Eren apart. Snapping your head to the brunette, he nodded his head to you calmly, his eyes gave you comfort as the man shoved you to your knees infront of the pole.
Together the men picked up the metal and ordered you to place your hands stretched behind you, doing so they let the pole fall back into place. Having you directly connected to the pole and squatted down.
You hung your head low as the hair on your shoulders fell forwards to conceal your face. Your eyes had dilated and your body shook. Fear. Worry. Anxiety.
A door opened followed by footsteps and a chair scraping across the stone as someone seated themselves. The judge.
“Well then, let us begin. Eren Jaeger and Y/N L/N, yes?” He’d adjust his glasses and stare at the small paper in his fingers before continuing. “You are soldiers, sworn to sacrifice your life for the public good. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Eren answered as he stared bug-eyed at the judge, “Yes, sir.” You repeated after Eren and tilted your head up.
“This is an exceptional situation. The tribunal will be held under military, not civilian, law. The final decision rests entirely in my hands.” The white haired man looked from the paper to us, “Your fate will be decided here. Do you have any objections.”
Looking to the floor you squeezed your eyes shut momentarily, opening them wide again. “No, sir.” You and Eren spoke simultaneously.
“I appreciate your perception. I will be direct. As anticipated, concealing your existence has proved impossible. We must make your existing public in some form, or a threat to humanity other than titans will arise. What I will decide today is which force will have custody of you.”
“The Military Police,”
“Or the Survey Corps?”
“Then, I ask the Military Police for their proposal.”
Your head shifted to the Military Police, watching as a man readied himself before speaking vibrantly.
“Yes, sir, I am Commander of the Military Police, Nile Dawk, I will present my proposal. After a thorough investigation of Eren and Y/N’s body, we believe they should be eliminated immediately.”
Your eyes expanded as he said this. This man hardly knew either of you, not a single fucking thing. Your eyebrows furrowed into a scowl while your hands contoured into fists.
“It’s certainly true that their titan power overcame our pervious peril. However, now their existence threatens to spark a civil war. So we ask them to die for humanity’s sake, leaving behind all information they can.” He finished
Your stomach churned as he spoke, did everyone seriously wish you dead?
“There is no need for that! They are an invasive pest! They have deceived the walls that embody Gods wisdom! They must be killed at once!” A preist yelled at the top of his lungs as he pointed to us with crazed eyes. Freak.
“Preist Nick. Order, please.” The judge calmly stated before shifting his attention to the right side.
“We’ll hear the Survey Corps’s proposal next.”
“Yes, sir. I, 13th Commander of the Survey Corps, Erwin Smith, will present my proposal. We would welcome Eren and Y/N as an official member of our forces, and use their power to retake Wall Maria... That is all.”
You stared at the Commander, that’s all. That’s all? Yours and Erens life were on the line and he couldn’t conjure up another defense statement.
“That’s all?” The judge questioned suspiciously.
“Yes, sir. With their power, we can retake Wall Maria. We believe it is clear what our priorities should be.”
“I see. And where do you plan to begin this mission”The judge stated, “Pixis, the Trost wall has been completely sealed, correct?” He added.
“Yes, it can never be opened again.” A bald man retorted.
“We would like to set out from Karanes, in the east. From there, we will proceed to Zhiganshina. We will determine the route as we go.” Erwin confidently spoke as he stared to the judge.
“Wait a minute!” shouted a man, whipping your head over, “Shouldn’t we seal all the wall gates once and for all? The Colossal Titan can only destroy the gates. If we can strengthen them, we needn’t endure further attacks!” His planned seemed smart but there where missing pieces and it would most likely be difficult to achieve.
“Shut up, merchant dog!”
“With those titan powers we can return to Wall Maria!”
“We can no longer indulge your delusions of grandeur!”
Argued two men as they yelled at one another from across the room, ‘So annoying’ you thought.
“You talk a lot, pig.” A dark voice rung throughout the court, turning your head up you spotted Levi. Behind his tough physique he was actually a bit funny.
“Where is your proof?” Levi continued, “that the titans will wait while we seal the gates? The ‘we’ you speak of are only those you wish to protect, your ‘friends’ who help line your pockets. The people who starve because there isn’t enough land to sow don’t even figure into the thoughts of you pig.” Levi finished as you stared at him with wide eyes, was he seriously protecting you from the Military Police?
“We just thought that we could survive by sealing the wall gates—“ The merchant began, “Silence!” Yelled the priest beside him as he slammed his hand on the railing, nearing the mans eyes. “Impious traitor! Mere humans altering Wall Rose, walls that were a gift from God? Can you truly see those walls? Gods work far beyond human capabilities, and not understand?”
The rest of his words drowned out as your mind took hold, thoughts of the future plundered your head as you squeezed your eyes shut.
The judges taps of his desk brought you back to reality and you snapped your head up, “Silence. You may discuss your personal philosophies and opinions elsewhere.”
“Jaeger, L/N. Can you continue to serve as a soldier, using your titan powers to benefit humanity?”
“Yes, I can!” Eren spoke clearly, the judges cold gaze shifting to you, “Yes, sir.”
“But the report on Trost’s defense says this... ‘Immediately after turning into a titan, Eren swung his fist at Mikasa Ackerman.’” You sucked in a breath and looked to Eren, his eyes extended as he looked to Mikasa. Of course, he doesn’t remember.
“Is Mikasa Ackerman present?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“You are Ackerman? Is it true that, as a titan, Jaeger attacked you?” The old man questioned her.
You sighed softly, ‘As if he can control it yet’ you thought angrily in your mind.
“Yes, its true.”
Gasps of terror rung throughout the court, all eyes falling on Eren in a deathly glare.
“I knew it... He’s just another titan.”
“What about the girl!” Another protested as your head whipped to them, sending a glare to them.
“But, on two previous occasions, Eren saved my life in his titan form. The first time, mere seconds before a titan would have had me in its grasp, he stood between us, protecting me. The second time, he saved Armin and me from an HE shell. I would like these facts to be considered aswell.”
“I object,”
“I believe these comments are greatly colored by her personal feelings. At an early age, Mikasa Ackerman lost her parents and was taken in by the Jaeger household.” Well haven’t you done your homework, you pondered with a small frown.
“Our investigation had also revealed a surprising fact about the underlying events. At age nine, Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman killed three robbers who tried to kidnap her.”
More gasps could be heard as the news entered their ears, you shook your head. ‘What stupid fucking evidence to have, like they had a choice’ you considered furiously in your mind.
“Even if it was self defense, I must question their fundamental humanity. Is it right to entrust humanity’s fate, resources, and lives to him?”
Whispering and arguing broke out between the different sides, turning their heads to their fellow comrades to spew hatred. What a loss. Losing to this mans ugly mouth. You hung your head and sighed quietly.
“So is she. Do we know if we can trust her!” Referring to you as he pointed. “That’s right! Just to be safe we should dissect her too!” He looked to Mikasa next.
“Wait!” Yelled Eren and looked up to the man, “I may be a monster, but they have nothing to do with it! Nothing at all!” Eren defended as you watched, his spit flying from his mouth as he spoke from his soul. Your heart clenching in pitifulness as you frowned sadly.
“We can’t trust that!”
“It’s true!”
“If you’re covering for them, it means they’re one of you!”
“No!” He screamed and slammed his handcuffs against the metal pole, looking down in defeat, “I mean, you are wrong. But you’re simply coming up with theories that fit, whatever it suits you to fit.”
“Eren..” You said softly as you stared at him, your eyes in pain for him. He was so much braver than you and it gave you courage to see him so persistent.
Looking up you began to speak, “Besides, all of you people. You’ve never seen a titan! What are you so afraid of? What is your point if you do not have the power to fight? If you’re afraid to fight for humanity’s survival then, help us!” Your voice getting increasingly louder as you glared at the pathetic people who called themselves the Military Police.
“Just shut up and trust us!” You yelled your last statement and looked up to the judge, your chest panting heavily as you meant every word.
“Weapons ready!” The Commander of the Military Police shouted while his cadet set his gun on the railing and pointed it to you.
Until your face snapped to the right and pain shot through your nerves, your vision blurred instantly. Metal was all you tasted. A tooth had even managed to fall from your mouth and rolled onto the ground. You blinked to dimish the haziness and looked to your striker.
Levi Ackerman
“Huh?—“
His steel pointed boot slammed across your face again. Your back slamming against the pole behind you. Blood trickled down your nose and down to your chin, dropping onto the floor. Your blood had even splattered small droplets along the stone flooring.
Levi grabbed your collar and shoved you forwards to him. The handcuffs clanging against the pole as Levi stared down at you, his frigid glare locking eyes with your beaten ones before slamming his knee into the side of your head, sending it flying.
Pain. So much pain. It was burning you alive from the inside as all you could do was endure it. Tch, this guy’s a dick.
“Y/N!” Eren screamed from the opposite end. Hatred and worry evident in his tone as he struggled against his own cuffs, “Stop it!” Eren attempted again as all he could do was watch his friend get beaten to the brink of death.
Levi continued to sock you with his boot, giving you zero remorse as he beat the girl below him. Mikasa glared and got ready to jump the railing before Armin held her back.
Blood streamed down your face, a large puddle had began to form under you. You gasped for air before Levi lifted his leg high and stomped down on your head into the puddle of your demise. Grimacing at the filth and pain, all you did was lay there. If someone wasn’t looking hard enough, they’d assume you were already dead.
Croaks of pain left your body as his boot remained on your head, struggling to breath as blood trickled down your nose and into your mouth, unintentionally swallowing.
“This is a personal opinion. But I believe pain to be the best way to train someone. What you need is to be trained like a dog, not a man.”
Your rigid breathes left your mouth as you stared straight at Eren, his eyes meeting yours as he seemed to become visibly furious. Bruised and cuts tracked your once pretty, soft skin. Blood now coating all the crevices in your face.
“It’s easier to kick you while you’re kneeling, too.”
Levi lifted his boot and slammed it into the side of your head once again, giving you no time to breathe he stomped it back onto the cold ground again. Repeating his tourtue when he kicked your head all over again.
Strangled breaths was all you could muster, along with the rattling of the handcuffs as you were thrown around like trash, filling the silence of the fearful court room.
Kick. Kick, Kick.
All anyone could do was watch your doom, “Wait, Levi...”
Your head was pushed against the pole with his boot flat on your face as he turned his head to the one speaking, “What is it?”
His boot fell from your face as you hunched forwards, croaking as you gasped for air, blood trickling down the sides of your mouth.
“That’s dangerous... What if she gets angry and turns into a titan?”
You slowly tilted your head up to Levi, hair falling away from your face and resting on your shoulders. The raven head stared at you for a moment, then shoved his boot back onto your face and slamming it against the pole.
“What are you saying?” Levi dropped his leg again and gripped a fistful your hair, violently pulling you to his face as your eyes struggled to remain open from extreme bruising.
“Aren’t you going to dissect her?” He dropped your hair and stood straight, peering down to your defeated and beaten figure.
“When she turned into a titan last time, she killed twenty other titans before collapsing. If she is an enemy, her intelligence makes her a more formidable foe. Still no match for me, of course.”
Levi gazed to the Military Police, “But what will you do? Anyone persecuting her should also consider that fact. Do you really think you can kill her?” Levi spoke cooly as he stood infront of you, staring you down.
From afar you heard others speak, but your heartbeat clogged your ears as it deafened any other noise. Staring at Levi’s boots infront of you, you noted your blood coating the bottom before gently shutting your eyelids.
You could only hear Levi as he spoke from ahead of you, “I’m certain I can kill her. The only problem is I doubt I can do any less.” Levi proposed.
Hearing the pound of the desk above you, the judge made his decision. But you’d never make out what he proposed.
Footsteps stepped back from ahead of you as new ones came from behind you, uncuffing you and lifting the pole.
You tumbled forwards onto the unwelcoming ground, cautiously opening your eyes to the glaring sunlight that entered through the windows.
Eren ran to you, crouching down infront of you as you saw him shout words at you. He picked your head up in his hands and cradled you in his lap, checking for your pulse.
Your eyes began to shut again, your head lulling to the side to spot the raven head. Levi stared at you from afar, his arms crossed over his chest. The last thing you saw was the ravens dark gaze before your eyes rolled and all you saw was darkness.
be real, we all wish we were the ones being kicked
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