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honeyabyss · 3 years

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Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

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bungeenomin · 3 years

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BRAT

pairing: jaemin + jeno X y/n

genre: smut, brat tamer!jaemin brat tamer!jeno

summary: your roommate jaemin has put up with you being lazy, not pulling your weight and being bratty and unhelpful for long enough. he’s going to teach you a lesson, and not one you can get out of by acting cute like you usually do. who better to help him teach you a lesson than lee jeno, your neighbour that you’re constantly pining over, right in front of jaemin’s face?

warning: dirty talk, oral (m+f receiving), slight degradation, orgasms (m+f), light choking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

A/N: feel free to send me requests, asks and leave me feed back!

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“y/n” jaemin groans, dragging out your name as he enters the kitchen after returning from the gym. “you said you’d do the dishes and clear away the dinner shit while i was gone”

you roll your eyes as you lay on the couch, completely unbothered by your roommates annoyance. “yeah jaemin, i said i’ll do it didn’t i? i’ll do it later”

jaemin huffs in annoyance, walking into the living room, “no y/n, do it now. it’s not fair that i’m always the one having to clean up your shit, i clean up everything after myself, you need to do the same”

“jaemin you cooked dinner, you clean it” you whine.

“exactly! i cooked, so you clean up. you have to pull your weight y/n, come on” jaemin sighs

“jaem you made the mess, you clean it” you huff, walking past jaemin to leave him to the mess, but you’re stopped.

“no” jaemin sharply says, placing his hands on either side of your head when you attempt to escape from the kitchen mess. “you’re not going to keep doing fuck all and leaving it all to me, i’m sick of your shit y/n”

“nana” you pout, getting ready to sweet talk your way out of annoyed jaemin’s wrath, like you always do.

jaemin scoffs, “don’t nana me. not when you’re in trouble. you never listen y/n, and you need to learn how to, need to learn to listen to me”

“nana i know how to listen, i just choose not to when you’re nagging” you giggle, playing with the strings of his hoodie in front of you.

jaemin visibly gets angrier. if steam actually came out of people’s ears when they were mad, the room would be full of steam due to jaemin’s anger. jaemin chuckles coldly, placing his pointer finger on your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes, “i’m glad you find this funny sweetheart, it’ll be even more fun to wipe that smug smirk off your face”

“my precious little nana would never” you coo, “you’re my favourite softie, don’t tell mark though, he’ll get a complex”

jaemin’s eyes grow cold. extremely cold. jaemin releases your chin from his grip, removing his other hand from the wall beside you before turning around and storming out of your shared apartment, slamming the door behind him.

maybe you annoyed him too much this time? jaemin usually gets annoyed and agitated when you don’t listen to him, pleading, begging and bargaining with you to do your part to up keep the apartment. but jaemin never gets angry. not once has he ever stormed out of the apartment. not once has he ever slammed the door. oh well, that’s his problem.

it’s been about twenty minutes since jaemin stormed out, and you couldn’t care less. you’re simply laying on your bed, watching netflix. jaemin is being childish in your opinion. he’s probably over in donghyuck and mark’s apartment blowing their ear’s off about how annoying you were. knowing donghyuck, he’s probably agreeing with jaemin, hyping him up, living for the drama. knowing mark, he’s probably trying to be the moral compass, empathising with jaemin and thinking of a reasonable solution, a happy medium for both of you.

you don’t even hear the front door open again, too engrossed in the show you’re watching. what takes your attention from the show is the semi familiar voice you hear. “y/n?”

you almost fall out of bed with shock when you hear the voice, what’s he doing here? it then hits you that you’re laying down in just a sports bra and shorts, in front of him of all people. “oh, jeno! uh, what are you doing here? how did you even get in?” you question your neighbour, slightly over enthusiastically.

jeno chuckles lightly, coming to take a seat on your bed, right beside where you’re laying. “jaemin asked me to come over”

you scoff at that, “why? so you can babysit me while he’s over in mark and donghyuck’s ranting his ass off about me”

“how do you think i got in?” jeno asks, eyebrow quirked. “jaemin came over to mine, not your other friends. jaem left me in”

“o-oh. i didn’t know you and jaemin were close”

“we’re not that close. we talk every now and then. but today, jaemin had loads of interesting news for me” jeno smirks.

“what?” you giggle “that i’m annoying?”

jeno chuckles, “no. he told me that you think i’m hot”

“no i don’t!”

“he told me you talk about me a lot” jeno moves slightly closer.

“told me he’s caught you staring”, closer again.

“told me you’re a brat” jeno whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“as if” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“as if what?”

“as if any of that is true”

“if you don’t think i’m hot baby, why do you have goosebumps?” jeno questions, his hands gently running up and down your goosebump covered leg. “do i make you nervous baby?”

“no” you boldly reply.

jeno stares at your lips, moving closer towards them. you close your eyes, ready for his lips to reach yours. when they don’t, you open your eyes and pout. “what the fuck jeno”

“brats don’t get nice things” jeno laughs coldly, getting up off the bed.

“jeno don’t be suck a fucking dick” you spit.

jeno pauses in his steps, turning around with a cold expression on his face. eyebrow raised. “i’m sorry doll, do you want to say that again?”

“i- i said you’re a f-fucking dick” you reply, trying to keep your act up, but slightly intimidated by jeno’s cold demeanour.

before jeno can even respond, jaemin walks into the room, arms folded. “what’s your verdict jeno?”

“i think you’re right jaemin, she’s a little brat and her dirty little mouth needs to be shut” jeno replies, staring at you.

jaemin walks towards you, sitting beside you. jaemin’s hand gently grazes over your cheek before bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and dragging it down. “gonna put your dirty mouth to good use” he whispers, kissing the spot under your ear, sucking on it, insuring he leaves a mark. he isn’t going to leave an inch of your skin untouched tonight. jaemin continues kissing and sucking all over your neck, earning shaky breaths and soft whimpers from you.

jaemin removes his mouth from your neck, getting off the bed to pull off his shirt, sweats and boxers, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “get up” jaemin coldly says, standing at the edge of the bed. you don’t move a muscle, staring back at jaemin with a innocent smile on your face. “now” he says through gritted teeth, not taking any more of your shit.

you roll your eyes, but comply, sitting up so your face is level with jaemin’s length. “roll your eyes again, i fucking dare you” jaemin spits, to which you don’t, you opt to remain silent. “open” jaemin says, tapping his cock against your lips.

you comply, opening your mouth to take jaemin’s cock, not expecting him to shove his length straight to the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water immediately. “not so brave now, huh?” jaemin teases, hips yet to move. you slowly start moving your head forward and back, your tongue tracing the vein that goes the whole way up jaemin’s length.

quiet groans and heavy breaths escape jaemin’s lips as your mouth moves along his cock. as you work on jaemin, jeno places himself behind you, moving your hair out of the way of your neck and continuing the vandalisation that jaemin had already begun, sucking dark marks on your skin, biting down every now and then, causing your already uneven breath to worsen.

jeno brings his hand around you to wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough to feel jaemin in the back of your throat every time you take his length in. “fuck y/n, look at you taking all of jaemin down your throat, little slut” jeno groans against your neck, causing you to moan around jaemin’s length.

“fuck” jaemin groans, taking his dick out of your mouth, “not cumming until you can’t move slut” jaemin pants, running a hand through his hair.

jeno takes advantage of your mouth now being free from jaemin, pulling you onto his lap. “look how hard you’ve made me” jeno whispers in your ear, knowing you can feel his rock hard erection against your back. “you’re gonna be a good girl and help me, aren’t you?” jeno questions, pinching your nipples and twisting, a loud moan escaping your lips. “words slut”

“yes”

“ass up face down, shorts and panties off” jeno demands, removing your tender nipples from his grasp.

“no” you boldly reply.

“i’m sorry princess” jeno scoffs with cold eyes, “do you want to say that again?” he questions, once again grabbing your neck, much harsher this time.

“sorry” you whisper with the little air you have, jeno releasing your neck at your apology.

“that’s what i thought”

when jeno told you to get in that position, you were ready for him to fuck you, but instead, jeno slides his head between your legs, laying on his back, mouth directly under your dripping folds. “she’s already so wet jaem, dripping for us” jeno chuckles, before running his tongue up the length of your folds, earning a loud moan from you.

“such a dirty girl” jaemin chuckles coldly, slapping your bare ass hard, sure to leave a mark, and sure to make you moan even louder. “you like getting spanked huh? like being taught a lesson?” jaemin teases, spanking the same ass cheek again.

“jaemin” you choke out. jaemin was right. you like him spanking you. you love the pain. love jaemin dominating you. love all the dirty words leaving his lips.

as jaemin spanks you again, jeno gets to work, flicking his tongue over and over your sensitive nub, making you a moaning mess. “fuck jeno” you whine, bringing your hips down slightly closer to his face, drunk on the feeling of jeno’s tongue against you.

“such a dirty girl. you love me and jeno pleasing you baby, don’t you?” jaemin whispers, spanking you harder, causing your ass to stick up more for him, which just makes jaemin groan and spank you again.

“y-yes jaemin” you moan out, “you both make me feel so so good”

your desperate words encourage jeno to drive you to your first orgasm, shoving two fingers inside you with no warning as his tongue continues to flick your clit rapidly. “fuck jeno” you scream as his long fingers pound in and out of you, “i’m g-gonna cum” you moan, gripping the sheets beneath you tightly and using all your will power to not cum without being told you can.

“cum for jeno” jaemin permits, with another hard slap to your ass that sends you over the edge. swear words, moans and incoherent sentences escape your lips as you reach your high, jeno’s fingers still inside you and mouth still attached to your clit.

jeno leaves his position between your legs and moves behind you, pulling you up by your hair so your back is against his toned chest. his hand finds it’s way to your neck again and squeezes softly, before tapping your lips with his other hand with his cum stained fingers, “open” jeno demands to which you very quickly comply to, taking his slender fingers into your mouth and sucking them clean, tasting your own juices. “mmh” jeno groans, “such a dirty girl for us”

“i haven’t even gotten started on her yet” jaemin teases, pulling you closer to him, sitting you on his lap before attaching his lips to yours. the kiss is slow, sensual, needy. his tongue moves in harmony with your own, the pleasure earning moans from you both to fill the room. jaemin bites down hard on your bottom lip and drags it between his teeth when pulling away from the kiss. “you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked baby doll?” jaemin questions, eyes dark as he traces patterns over your inner thigh.

“yes jaemin” you moan at how close his fingers are to your dripping heat.

“good girl. your attitude is so much better now, isn’t is princess? all you needed was me and jeno to fuck some sense into you” jaemin chuckles dryly. “you can’t forget about jen now baby, can you? keep sitting on my lap but face jeno instead of me angel. you can take him in the mouth while i fuck you” jaemin demands, and before you know it, you have jeno’s tip in your mouth as jaemin begins pushing his length inside you. “fuck angel you’re so tight” jaemin groans.

you moan around jeno’s tip at the pleasure jaemin is providing while pushing into you. “fuck jaemin hurry up” jeno groans, ready to fuck your face.

at jeno’s words, jaemin finally bottoms out inside of you, his length stretching you out more than you’ve ever been before. you start moving your hips, too eager to wait for jaemin to start fucking you. “my needy little slut” jaemin groans, allowing you to ride his cock as your mouth begins moving up and down jeno’s length.

“fuck” jeno moans, grabbing a fist of your hair and pushing your head to take more of him and faster, earning a string of moans to escape your lips around his cock, fuelling him to move your head faster and faster.

“you’re distracting her jen” jaemin complains, typical of jaemin. “gonna have me do all the work, huh baby?” jaemin teases, before grabbing your hips and snapping them down his length, fucking you faster than you thought was even possible. between that and jeno’s length hitting the back of your throat, your watery eyes roll to the back of your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“fuck jaemin she looks so pretty getting fucked by us. her little fucked out tear stained face, so pretty” jeno groans as you moan around him yet again.

“my pretty baby” jaemin groans, wrapping an arm around you and bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts. “cum with me”

jeno pulls his length out of your mouth as you reach your second high with jaemin, wanting to hear your pretty moans fill the room which surely they do as jaemin slows down his thrusts before stopping completely. “good girl” jaemin pants, kissing your shoulder softy as an act of praise. jaemin pulls out of you slowly, a mixture of his cum and yours dripping from your hole.

“lay down” jeno orders, “i’m gonna fill you up more with my cum and fuck jaemin’s into you pretty girl. don’t worry, i’ll go easy” jeno winks before positioning himself at your entrance, your legs spread wide for him as you lay on your back, jaemin laying beside you. honestly, you can hardly keep your eyes open, but you know jeno will wake you right up.

“fuck” you scream as jeno shoves his length into you with no warning and begins to pound into you”

“shh baby it’s okay” jaemin comforts you from your side. “you took me so well, jeno’s already nearly done from you taking him so well in your mouth angel, you’re doing so good i’m so proud of you”

“f-fuck jeno” you groan, grabbing onto jaemin’s arm for support. you’re still so sensitive after jaemin making you cum that you’re almost relieved when you feel jeno twitch inside of you.

“fuck” jeno moans as he releases his load inside of you, coating your walls with his cum, as you cum once again with him.

once you both come down from your highs, jeno carefully pulls out of you and flops down beside you. “wow” jeno sighs, earning a giggle from both you and jaemin.

“yeah, wow” you giggle tiredly, completely drained from jaemin and jeno’s ministrations.

“i should probably get going” jeno announces after a couple of minutes, standing up to redress himself. “thanks for tonight, it was hot as fuck” he laughs, grabbing the back of his neck by habit. “i’ll see you soon” jeno smiles as he nears your bedroom door.

“see ya soon”

“bye jen”

and with that, jeno’s gone. “c’mere” jaemin mumbles tiredly, reaching his arms out. you cuddle into jaemin’s side, where you always find so much comfort, just not usually naked and after being fucked senseless. “did you have a good time?” jaemin asks, beginning to play with your hair.

“mhmm, the best! you?”

“you were amazing for me baby” jaemin smiles, kissing your forehead softly. “i’m very proud of you”

“yeah?” you question, a silly smile displayed across your face.

“mhmm” jaemin replies, before placing a soft kiss against your lips. “but i’ve also learned that i don’t want you to be kissing other boys, being fucked by other boys, just me” jaemin whispers, looking deeply into your eyes.

never in a million years did you think your roommate would be confessing to you, but the happy feeling in your heart ensures you that the feeling is mutual.

“what about jeno on special occasions?” you tease, giggles escaping your lips.

“is that a little brat i see?” jaemin giggles, tickling your sides, “baby girl what am i going to do with you, hm?”

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Must Have Been The Wind [A.B.]

A/N: Soooo my requests are closed but I still get some and an anon sent me a good one that stuck in my brain and I ended up actually writing it anyway lol. I’ll link the post here once I’m not too tired to look for it again. Anyway, this is based off a song by Alec Benjamin, enjoy.

Word count: 2755

Warnings: Abusive boyfriend

“What the hell?” Anthony mumbled to himself and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

The loud noise that had woken him up echoed through the building again. It was glass shattering. Whatever was going on, it was happening in the apartment above his. The digital clock on his bedside table shone dark red numbers that read 3:05, and he groaned as he pushed the covers off his body and sat up.

At first, Anthony thought someone might have dropped glasses or plates, but the sound was much louder. It wasn’t an object being dropped, it was something being thrown. Knowing he wouldn’t get back to sleep immediately, Anthony got up and yawned on his way to the kitchen. A dim light was still on, he had forgotten to turn it off before going to bed, but now he was thankful he could see the layout of his unfamiliar apartment.

He was renting the place even though he had just bought a brand new apartment that was at least twice as big. The day he sold his old place, a water leak and gas problem arose in his new building. For a moment, Anthony had thought he was cursed, but with some help he managed to find this place to rent and he didn’t even have to spend a night in a hotel.

It was a temporary solution, so he was okay with having only two bedrooms and a rather small kitchen. It wasn’t like he’d have his family coming over any time soon. Maybe the neighbours were a little crazy breaking stuff at ungodly hours, but with a glass of water and ear plugs Anthony would get right back to sleep.

He stopped dead in his tracks when the sound of glass shattering was replaced by a cry. His glass got abandoned on the kitchen counter while he tiptoed to his front door, trying to catch any other noise.

The voices turned clearer as the yelling grew louder, it wasn’t enough for Anthony to understand what they were saying, but he could tell there was a girl crying while arguing with a man. There was no way he could go back to bed now. What was he supposed to do?

Should he try to go up there? Was calling the police a better idea?

His dilemma ended when a door slammed upstairs. Quickly, Anthony glued his eye to the peephole to see anyone that might walk past his door. This cursed building didn’t have an elevator, so if someone was leaving he’d see them. The light in the corridor was off, but with the moon shining bright outside it wasn’t completely dark.

As the stomping of feet got closer he caught the silhouette of a man heading out. A minute later, the sound had faded and the entrance door had slammed shut with the noise Anthony was getting accustomed to.

He stepped back and grabbed a hoodie from his bedroom, pulling it over his head to hide his bare chest. Dressed in a little more than just sweatpants, he hurried to find shoes, grabbed his keys, and slipped out of his apartment.

When he got to the second floor the faint sound of a girl crying directed him to the right door. He lifted his hand to knock but hesitated for a second. What if he got the wrong place and bothered someone at three in the morning?

Deciding that someone’s safety was more important than getting in trouble with his neighbours, Anthony quickly shook his head and gave the door a couple of loud knocks. He heard shuffling on the other side, followed by footsteps, and eventually a slight creak.

“Can I help you?” The girl opened the door just a crack.

She had a sweater zipped up all the way to her chin, and her eyes were a little swollen, but in the darkness it was hard to tell she was crying for sure. Her voice seemed steady enough as far as Anthony could tell from that short sentence.

“Hi, sorry, um I know it’s super late,” he shuffled from one foot to the other nervously. If only he had thought about what to say before knocking. “I’m Anthony, I live right downstairs, I just heard some noise and stuff… I wanted to make sure everything’s okay?”

“Uh, yeah? I didn’t hear a thing, sorry,” the girl pulled the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her hands.

“Could have sworn it came from up here,” he played dumb to insist a little more, but she was quick to shut him down.

“Must have been the wind or something,” she shrugged. “Thanks, I guess, but uh, I should go,”

“Right, yeah, sorry I bothered you,” he murmured and stepped back before she quietly closed the door.

Anthony didn’t get a minute of sleep that night. Mat chirped him for his slow reactions when he practiced in the morning, but he had bigger things to worry about. Was that girl really okay? Or did she just tell him lies so that he wouldn’t intrude?

None of it sat right with him, but he was limited in his options, so he promised himself he’d keep an eye out for her as much as he could.

A week passed before anything happened again.

Anthony was on his way home from a game, still dressed in his game day suit and ready to crash into his bed. Even the adrenalin of the win couldn’t keep him up for much longer. He was half asleep as he walked up to the building, his keys out to get through the main entrance. Now that he had cooled off, his legs ached and he almost groaned at the thought of the stairs.

“Two more weeks,” he muttered to himself.

He was about to continue complaining out loud to himself when he spotted her. If he had paid attention he would have noticed the couple arguing way earlier. The man had a tight grip on her forearm, and he didn’t even notice the way her eyes flickered over to Anthony as he continued speaking.

“I told you not to fucking-”

“Everything okay?” Anthony spoke up loudly enough to startle the man.

“Mind your fucking business.” He turned around, but the hockey player was taller and obviously stronger, so he didn’t even look at him.

Instead, he stared at his upstairs neighbour and waited for her to answer.

“Fine,” she rubbed her forearm, soothing the red skin. He nodded in response but didn’t make a move, his bag still hanging over his shoulder.

“We’re not done.” The other man grumbled when he saw Anthony had no intention of walking up to his apartment until they moved too.

He stomped out, the noise matching what had resonated in the corridor the first night Anthony heard them fight.

“So, am I at least going to get your name?” He walked towards the stairs with her, letting her walk up first.

“Carrie,” she told him, taking the stairs two at a time. Anthony cursed in his head as he kept up with her, his legs burning from all the skating and a nasty fall.

“Well Carrie, if you ever need anything, I live right here, okay?” He motioned towards his door and she nodded.

“Thanks,” she glanced down at the floor as she said it, not even waiting for his reply before dashing for the stairs and heading back to her own place.

The next morning was nice for Anthony. The weather was beautiful, he didn’t have practice, and all he had to do was go for a walk and get himself a nice coffee to enjoy his day off. The park near his building was a little crowded, it was a Saturday after all, families walked with kids running back and forth, people walked their dogs, others jogged.

The little kiosk at one of the intersections didn’t look like much, but Anthony had found out the day he had to move here that their coffee was some of the best in the city.

Carrie seemed to know that too, because he spotted her a few feet away on one of the benches. She was alone, taking in the way the sun shone through branches and onto the grass.

“Can I sit?” Anthony asked, and she looked up at him.

“Sure,” She slid over to make space on the bench.

“I don’t mean to overstep,” he began while racking his brain for the right thing to say. “And I don’t need to know whatever it was that happened when I heard that noise, or what was going on last night, but if you ever need absolutely anything, my door’s always open for you.”

“It’s fine I swear, he’s not as bad as it seems,” Carrie dismissed him and he scoffed.

“Well not as bad doesn’t mean ‘not bad’ so even if you just need a friend or whatever, I’m around,” he reiterated to make sure she wouldn’t hesitate if she was ever ready to ask for help.

“Thanks, Anthony,” she felt the corner of her lips itch to curl up while he leaned back.

“Not running away today?” He took in the people moving in front of them, resting his paper cup on his thigh.

“Not today,” Carrie smiled and took another sip of her coffee.

Only one more week before Anthony could move out.

Some of his things were still packed, a few boxes were stored in his garage in his new building, others were stacked in his spare bedroom and the rest would have to be repacked this weekend for him to finally vacate this apartment. He was excited to settle into his new place, he was somehow enjoying the whole decorating thing.

The only thing that bothered him was leaving Carrie. What was he supposed to do, leave her there and never come back? He couldn’t just turn his back with what he knew. She was the only thing on his mind day and night. Anthony couldn’t remember his dreams in the morning, but he was often convinced they had been about her.

The one thing that definitely wasn’t a dream was the loud knock on his door that night. 4:32am. It had to be Carrie.

Anthony jumped to his feet with a groan and rushed out of his bedroom. “Fuck,” he cursed as he slammed his shoulder into the door frame, not slowing down for a second until he reached the front door.

He threw it open and Carrie stumbled in, shaking and sniffling. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she hurried to make sure the door was closed.

“What happened?” Anthony’s eyes widened when he took in her panicked state. She barely looked up at him and cried harder, so he realised now wasn’t the time for questions. “Hey, hey come here,” he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re safe, it’s okay, you’re safe here.”

Carried leaned against his chest, biting her lip and shaking with quiet sobs. Her whole body was trembling, Anthony was the only reason she was standing, so he slowly walked over to the couch with her in his arms and sat down. He had managed to hit a light switch on his way to make a warm light illuminate the living room.

“Sorry, it’s so late,” she eventually whispered, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“Don’t apo-” Anthony started but cut himself off when he got a good look at her face. “What happened?” His tone was nowhere near soft this time, his jaw was clenched and he was ready to run up the stairs to break her boyfriend’s face.

A purple bruise was blooming on her cheekbone, and the skin had split so a little bit of blood seeped out of the wound.

“I-” Carrie tried to talk, but another sob shook her chest and she looked down instead, hiding herself.

“Carrie…” he reached out for her hands. “Did he do this?”

“Yes,” her answer was barely above a murmur, and he took a deep breath to calm down.

“Let me take a look,” he cupped the uninjured side of her face and guided her to tilt her head until the light hit the forming bruise on her cheekbone. “I’ll find something to put on that, okay?” Anthony dropped his hands and she avoided his eyes.

He found everything he’d need in his bathroom pretty easily. He was used to being injured, so he came back to the living room with a cream for the bruise and an ice pack.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” He said as he sat next to her and pushed a little bit of the product out on the tip of his fingers.

Careful not to press too hard, Anthony rubbed it over the bruise and made sure it was mostly absorbed before holding the ice pack to her face. It wouldn’t really ease the pain but it would at least reduce the swelling.

“I got it,” Carrie took it from him to keep it to her cheek.

“Okay, you need anything else?” He let her gather her knees up to her chest, resisting the urge to pull her into a hug again. He wished he knew how to comfort her, but she clearly needed her space.

“I’m okay, thank you,” she shook her head no and focused on slowing her breathing. It was hard with the mess in her head after everything that happened. She felt weak and pathetic, she had never been so vulnerable in front of someone, and maybe it was time she opened up but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything more.

“Is he still upstairs?” Anthony probed, trying to figure out what to do, at least for the immediate future.

“Probably,” Carrie shrugged, wiping tears out of her eyes.

“You can stay the night, I’ve got a spare bedroom.” He offered, written worry all over his face when she glanced up at him.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you,” she turned him down, but he wouldn’t let her leave when she wouldn’t be safe.

“Stop that,” he nudged her foot gently. “I’m not going to let you go back up there, just stay. Do you want tea? Chamomile is good for sleep,”

“Um, yeah, please,” Carrie gave in with a sigh. There was no point in fighting him, and deep down she knew he was right. Now that she had woken him she couldn’t leave and just let him worry.

“Be right back,” He put a hand on her knee as he got up and went to boil some water.

When he came back with both steaming mugs, Carrie had helped herself to the tissues on his coffee table to dry her tears and it looked like she had calmed down a little.

“Careful it’s really hot,” Anthony set the mug down in front of her.

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence after that. Anthony was done pushing, she was next to him and he was keeping her safe, he didn’t need more than that. The night had been traumatic enough for Carrie, so he didn’t want to add to it.

Small sips of burning liquid eventually turned to larger gulps of warm tea until both mugs sat empty on the table. Carrie had stopped shaking, and the heat of her drink had helped her warm up. The ice pack was mostly melted against her cheek now, but it was still cool and her cheek was burning underneath it.

“Wanna go to bed?” Anthony eventually whispered, pulling her out of her thoughts. She stopped staring at the black screen of the TV to turn to him, nodding slightly.

The bed in the guest room was made, and the sheets still smelled like fresh laundry. Anthony looked into the mostly empty closet for a few things, and while Carrie slid under the covers he brought an extra blanket to lay on top of it.

She settled quietly, curled for extra warmth while the melted ice pack sat on the nightstand. Anthony took it as his cue to leave, but he stopped once he reached the door.

“Carrie?” He turned to look at her, a hand on the door knob.

“Yeah?” She wondered what else he was going to say, and her heart warmed when she heard his words spoken with unwavering certainty.

“I don’t care what I have to do, but I’m not going to let that happen again.”

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hey ! sorry to bother you but could you reccomend me some fics of footballer louis?? thank you !! love your acc

Hiya!! 💖you can never bother me!! ^-^ ohmgosh I’m so glad you like my blog! I love footballer louis djskasdhjag tysm(sorry it took soooo long!)

please make sure you read the tags and stay safe everyone!💖

Also these are not in any particular order, however I will say the first two are probably my favourites ;) I have to read them again right after this!

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by rosesau

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

Definition of Beauty by zanni_scaramouche

“Your book is upside down.” Harry nods at Louis’ book, his history text now that he sees it too.

“I’d rather study you.”

They both blink, startled by the slip.

“With you. Study with you,” Louis rushes to say. “Liam says I’m shite at history, can you help?”

Louis’ caught off guard by an omega he nearly takes out with an errant footie ball. It’s not that Louis’ never seen Harry before, it’s that he can’t stop looking, and he’s desperate to figure him out.

Coffee Cups and Football Boots by kimtaedumb

Harry’s stood behind the counter again, but this time he’s painting his nails. Louis strolls up to the counter and, thanks to his no brain-to-mouth filter, blurts out, “Isn’t that a little girlish, Haz?” leaning closer to inspect.

Harry lets out a little huff as his hand slips, “Oh, damn, now I’ve messed it up,” he pouts and turns to Louis, “Why should making myself feel pretty be girly?”

Louis holds up his hands in surrender, “’M not judging, jus’ curious is all.”

(The entirely cheesy and cliché Christmas AU, in which Harry doesn’t give a damn what people think about him – mostly – and Louis may be a little bit in love.

Alternatively, the one in which Harry owns a café that’s barely scraping by and Louis is a footballer and he takes Harry away for Christmas.

Featuring Zayn as a cocky little shit that most definitely needs to be put back in his place, Niall as the loveable Irish dude who drinks too much and flirts with Zayn more than the average girl, and Liam who loves everyone but hates them all at the same time.)

Way in the World by flowsque

When Louis Tomlinson enters the waiting room, Harry can distinctly feel his heart sinking to his stomach. The man's hair is ruffled and dishevelled and his red jersey, damp with sweat from training, clings to his perfect and chiseled body. He stands there, almost unreal, against the glass door, peering inside the office. Harry knew this would’ve happened, sooner or later. That he would have bumped into him. They play for the same club after all, even if they’re in different leagues. It’s not weird. It is not. Except it totally is. - Or, the one where Harry has a knee injury and an embarrassing crush on Manchester United's pretty number ten.

I Long For You by AnotherAnonymousWriter

Thirty minutes later, he's sat on a bench in Hyde Park with a book in his lap and a travel mug with hot tea in his hand. Not far from where he's sat, a group of boys are playing football and a bunch of children are chasing each other. Life is good.

Or at least, life is good until he hears a familiar “LOOK OUT!” and sees a football flying in the direction of his face.

And then everything is black.

(Harry gets hit in the head by various objects and falls for a boy with blue eyes.)

ease the quiet and talk me down by cabinbythesea

Harry's a model and Louis' a footie player.

(Louis teaches Harry some football and Harry is insanely good at giving a lapdance).

Baby, It's You by Bearandleonardwrite

"Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis' a footie player for Man U and Harry's a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

Touch by kotabear24

Harry's shy and virginal with a past, new on the football team; Louis' the (experienced) popular star of the team and Harry's new mentor.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

see the truth (it's me for you) by orphan_account

If you asked Louis the first day of his French Literature class what he’d be doing on the last, he’d probably never have guessed it would involve helping a poorly Harry Styles study for the final exam. Good thing he’s not a betting man.

(Or the one where Louis and Harry spend an entire semester ignoring each other after a one-night stand, only to come face to face when Harry manages to catch the stomach flu during finals week. Sometimes fate is funny like that.)

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

Stop The World (I Wanna Get Off With You) by ilikepianos

"You like this, don't you?", he asks breathlessly.

What? Sucking cock? Being dominated? Yes, all of that. A big fat yes.

Harry nods, lips still wrapped around Louis' throbbing dick.

Louis' lips curl into a smirk. "Keep going then. You're doing amazing, love."

OR: The uni-football AU where Harry may or may not have a minor crush on the captain of the team and suddenly discovers that the feeling is very much mutual.

Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

I just think about my baby; I'm so full of love I could barely eat by mercutionotromeo

Harry and Louis are six hundred miles apart, but they have the same solutions to the same problem.

Or: a masturbation drabble featuring pillow humping, locker rooms, and copious amounts of dirty talk.

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.

Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.

Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

note: it says it in the tag but this is the edited version written in 2019, rather than the 2017 original- so there’s two put I put the link for the newest one :)

need a little sweetness in my life by mercutionotromeo

Harry's always liked feeling desperate and small when Louis touches him, but when he sucks Harry off...it’s fucking otherworldly. Desperate’s not really the word at that point - it’s helpless. Like… like the fucking world could stop spinning and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until Louis finished him off with his lips and his tongue.

Or, Harry and Louis go to university together. Harry really likes it when Louis sucks him off, and Louis really likes it when Harry calls him Daddy.

(Sequel to "into another serotonin overflow")

I made a map of your stars by brightbluelou

Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.) or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.

We Made These Memories for Ourselves by supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they're having a baby.]

Kiss Me on the Mouth and Set Me Free by ls2k14

Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.

And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.

#ask lots #Lottie fic rec #fic rec #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fic rec #larry fanfic rec #fanfiction #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson fanfiction #bottom harry #top louis #sub harry #dom louis #footballer louis au

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Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Chapter 7: Gone For A Swim

Part seven! Sorry it’s a little late, I might edit it slightly in the morning I just wanted to post it! (Please excuse any typos!)

Also wanted to say tysm for all the support on previous parts! It’s really inspiring and it’s so overwhelming to see that people actually enjoy my work!

tw; mentions of blood

Parings; lorenzo x reader, (friends) francesco x reader

Tag list; @brynthebulldozer @mythicalamphitrite @nana035 @valravnsraven

Also credit to @heyrowena for making the cover pic for this chapter!!! It looks so profesional I’m in love anyways..,

The splash of the water quickly faded in with the rain pouring down onto the crashing waves. You remained at the end of the dock for a moment, studying the water, as if your victim would be reanimated by the water, and come back for revenge. Contrary to your imagination however, the rocks you'd desperately shoved into his clothing had been effective.

You took another deep breath to steady yourself. You were still soaked in his blood, although it was almost dried now, even beginning to flake on your skin. You had considered the thought of washing up by the ocean but you decided it was best to flee the scene while you still had the chance. It had to be just midnight, and the possibility of some drunkard seeing you wasn't null. Not to mention the literal blood trail leading to you. You had to think quickly, you didn't know whether someone would come looking for him, or if somebody already was. The Pazzi home was so close by, and you knew you could always seek refuge there, Francesco would never turn you away, but turning up at this hour, covered in blood, minutes after their messenger left, they'd have connected the dots by the morning, and you'd be joining the messenger by noon.

You considered just going home. It was your first instinct, but it was too far. You'd have to cross half the city, not to mention how most of your neighbours would be up at this hour. And the minute Pazzi started looking for information on tonight, they'd all be telling tales for the reward. There wasn't a real sense of community there. You knew a handful of holes in the wall within the city that you could hide out in, but you'd run into the same problem again.

There was one place you could go. It wasn't too far and you could dance around the outside of the city to reach it. It had decent security, sure you knew how to sneak by it but hopefully others couldn't. If anyone happens to track you back there, it wouldn't be an awful shock that it was to the Medici home, and it definitely wouldn't point them in the direction of y/n Bellondini. You began heading there, Lorenzo wouldn't be home anyways, he had made it painfully obvious he was going to Lucrezia tonight. You would have until morning to clean up and rest, and you could explain it to him then, when you had perfected your story.

This has all gotten so terribly out of hand so quickly. You were supposed to do a simple lift. Of a piece of parchment. How did it all go so wrong? You gritted your teeth as a steady stream of tears made their way down your cheek, slipping through the cracks in the blood.

You pulled your cloak tighter around your body, feeling the night as the adrenaline wore off and guilt crept in.

That man had thought he was making a simple delivery. He worked for the Pazzi's exactly as you did. Conversed with Francesco as you did. You wondered how close they were. If Francesco would grieve him. You took some solace in that you had only seen him in the courtyard the once. Although it's not as if you often crossed paths with other Pazzi spies. You didn't have a weekly catch up to gossip about Jacopo's new hair style. How much easier life would be if you did. The simple thought was amusing, until you imagined the man at the bottom of the ocean giggling over your bosses ponytail.

You quickly pushed the thought out of your mind, watching as the Medici home came into your view. Each of your footsteps became precise, your tears stopped falling. You couldn't imagine your fate if you were dragged into Lorenzos office by guards, let alone appearing the way you did right now. It probably wouldn't even be Lorenzo, perhaps his mother or brother, who had no motive to not turn you over to the authorities. You steadied your breathing, you were just raising your own anxiety levels. You were well able to sneak in, you had done it before. No matter how much Lorenzo liked to tease you otherwise, you were a good spy. Such a good spy, you murdered another one. No. You didn't have the time for this now. You did what you had to do.

The grass softened your footsteps as you snuck through the gardens outside Lorenzo's window. There was no one about, what with it being midnight and lashing rain. You skipped across the paths to reach the stone walls, reaching up to grab one of the protruding ones. The wet cobble made it much more difficult to get a proper grip, but you were determined. The sky kept pelting down on you and you climbed, ignoring all thoughts of exhaustion and weakness, willing yourself on. It took you almost double the time it usually would, but you reached Lorenzo's window, and desperately pulled yourself up onto the sill.

You sat there for a moment, collecting your breath, shaking as the sky continued to open itself onto you, the wind feeling harsher at this height. After a few seconds passed, you moved to open the window before freezing to death. You peered into the room quickly, knowing Lorenzo was probably already with Lucrezia right now, but just having the instinct to check. It was dark inside, the only light coming from the fire crackling in the corner, but no one was there. Thank the lord. Your fingers curled around the window frame, attempting to pull it open as you always did, to find it wouldn't budge. You tried to look at it from the inside, unable to get a clear view. It must've been locked. All your effort, to sit on a window sill. You glanced back down at the ground, unsure if you had the effort to make your way back down. Where would you even go once you made it down? You just wanted to close your eyes, they were desperately trying to get you to do so, but you knew you couldn't. Your brain searched for a solution, but you didn't know what to do. You let your head rest against the window pane, your knees huddled into your chest, contemplating just smashing the glass and praying for Lorenzo's forgiveness later. But that would make an awful loud noise... you were running out of options. Your eyes fluttered closed, you knew you couldn't fall asleep here, but you couldn't hold out any longer. A glimmer of light forced your eyes open. They focused on the door opening within the room, Lorenzo had entered. He quickly grabbed something off the desk, clearly having forgotten it, before going to head back out. Your initial instinct was to hide, to not let him know you had failed so badly, but you knew it wasn’t an option right now. You couldn’t choose your pride over your life. You mustered all your energy to knock measly on the glass. Lorenzo froze in his tracks, unsure of what he heard, until you knocked again, this time with more force. He turned, and saw you sitting on his window. He closed the door instantly, shocked, and crossed the room to unlock the window. You tried to move to climb in, his arms moving to your waist to lift you in as you did.

You fell inside, straight into Lorenzo’s hold as he helped you, your hood falling as you burrowed your forehead into him, both of you kneeling on the ground by the window, the rain trickling in. It was as if you crumbled completely beneath his touch. Finally feeling safe enough to do so. You forced yourself not to let any more tears fall, already feeling weak enough. Lorenzo simply held you for a few moments, as if he could feel how badly you needed it.

You pulled back, Lorenzo still holding your arms, “What happened?” He took in your state fully.

“I’m sorry,” you instantly began with, not looking into his eyes, “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Y/n,” his hands moved to hold your face instead, forcing you to meet his gaze, “where are you hurt?” His eyes scanned your blood-covered body, looking for a wound he wouldn’t find.

“It’s-“ You sighed, watching as he continued his search, lifting your hand to sit atop his on your cheek, “it’s not my blood.”

Lorenzo froze, staring at the floor beside you, deep in thought. “Good,” his eyes flashed back to yours, as he gave you a flicker of a smile, “what did you do?” His voice had lost any hint of softness, and you remembered who you were dealing with.

“The messenger...” you chose your words carefully, “attacked me,” you lifted your chin to the ceiling, hoping the choke mark was still visible beneath all the blood. Lorenzo’s hands fell to your sides. “I had no choice,” you croaked out, your mind taunting you with the thought of whether or not that was the truth.

Lorenzo stood up, turning away from you, uncharacteristically quiet. “You killed him?” He asked, peering over his shoulder to gage your reaction. You nodded ever so slightly, dropping your head afterwards, as if you were hearing the news yourself for the first time.

Lorenzo’s footsteps padded across the oak floors, until you heard the door creak open. He’d left you. He was going to tell everyone. You shouldn’t of trusted him. You spun to face the window, the rain pouring down even stronger than before. There was no way you made that trip safely. What did you do?

The door opened again, and Lorenzo was back, with a bowl in his hands. Your eyebrows furrowed, he hadn’t gone to yell your crimes to all of Florence? He set the bowl down beside you, before kneeling in front of you. Without a word, he reached into the dish, which you could now see held water, and pulled out a piece of cloth. He rinsed it, letting the majority of the water drip back in, before lifting the fabric to your face, gently prodding at the blood. You despised how you leaned into his touch. His other hand positioned itself under your chin to hold you steady. You closed your eyes, not being able to look at him. This was certainly not what you expected from him. The soft crackling of the fire was the only noise in the room for a few moments.

“I got it,” you spoke up, desperate for him to not view you as a complete failure.

“Hmm?” He stayed focused on washing your face.

“The message,” you reached to retrieve it to give it to him.

“Thank you,” he took it from you and placed it behind him. His lack of interest almost offended you, but you caught yourself, as he refreshened the cloth in the water.

“Where is he... now?” Lorenzo questioned tenderly.

“Swimming,” you replied instantly, your voice steady as you kicked his lifeless body off the dock all over again. Lorenzo let out a light chuckle, before moving down to dab at your neck. You winced without thinking.

“Sorry,” his movements became much more gentle, you couldn’t believe how he was acting so kind.

“It’s fine,” you assured him, tipping your head back slightly to make his job easier. You readied yourself now, willing yourself not to flinch. And you didn’t.

“No one saw you?”

“No one.”

There wasn’t much to clean after that. It was all over your dress and cloak, but on your actual skin there was just your arms left. He brought your hands into the bowl to clean them, both of your attention being brought to his ring which you still stupidly hadn’t taken off. You gently took the rag off of him, finishing rinsing your hands. He smiled, although there was no happiness in his eyes. He got up once again, heading for his wardrobe, pulling out one of his undershirts.

“I’ll get you something proper in the morning, but you can sleep in this,” he passed the garment to you.

“Thank you,” you graciously took it from him. You knew he had to do all this, so he wouldn’t suffer the consequences when people found out who you were working for, but he didn’t have the usual bitterness he carried around you. It was strange, but you invited it. He picked up the bowl off the floor as you slipped your cloak off, moving it to his desk, turning away from you. “Two nights now in my room, y/n, people will begin to talk,” he teased, still looking away from you. You took the opportunity to change, although Lorenzo didn’t face back until you spoke.

You moved past his comment. “What of my clothes?”

Spinning to meet your gaze, he took the aforementioned clothes from where you’d dropped them on the floor. “I hope they weren’t your favourite,” he huffed before tossing them into the fire. You watched as the flames struggled to catch them, until they were fully engulfed.

“Get some rest,” Lorenzo tilted his head to the bed.

“I really am sorry,” you promised him, he had been too kind to you, you didn’t trust it, you had expected a far harsher reception.

“It’s as you said, you had no choice. We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now, rest.” He spoke calmly.

You just nodded in gratitude, climbing into the soft sheets for a second night, your mind wandering as soon your head hit the pillow. You wondered if he was just rushing you so he could go meet up with Lucrezia already. You had certainly made him late. Or if he was waiting to suffocate you in your sleep. You shouldn’t of slept either way, but you couldn’t help it. Exhaustion was too quick to take over, your body desperate for a moment of relaxation.

In your last moments of consciousness you wondered how long it would take before Lorenzo left you, rushing to Lucrezia, choosing her. Although, it didn’t take him any time, as he didn’t do it. He stayed there, sitting on the same chair as the night before, all night. He chose you.

#daniel sharman #daniel sharman x reader #lorenzo de medici #lorenzo de medici x reader #medici #medici fic #medici: masters of florence #medici: spymasters of florence #francesco pazzi x reader #francesco x reader

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mordoriscalling · 3 years

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The Shrike and the Lark (pt. 6)

Jaskier and Renfri are disaster twins ruling Creyden. When the Warlord of the North knocks at their door, Queen Renfri and King Julian are at an advantage - they know him. As in, they know him. (Inspired by the Warlord AU and “the heart is a winged beast”).

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5)

Creyden, 1237

The hour is late and most of the people inside the walls of the royal castle are asleep. Silence reigns over its numerous corridors and rooms. Yet, the Queen’s chambers bear witness to some noise – the sounds of a heated conversation, coming from the bedroom.

“It’s not our fault,” Queen Renfri cries, frustration colouring her voice, “It’s the fucking Council!”

“I know,” Lady Yennefer growls back. “But it’s been three weeks and we’re about to turn rabid. We want this matter to be settled finally.”

The two ladies are seated by a small table in the middle of the room, holding goblets of wine. The fireplace is burning low, but not much heat is needed to ward off the chill of the summer night. The Queen and the sorceress sit opposite each other, their faces cast in the flickering light of the candles lit around the room.

“We all do,” Renfri agrees.

The treaty between Creyden and the Warlord’s empire is ready. Over the course of the past weeks, the twin monarchs and their Council, together with the White Wolf and his advisors, have been poring over the terms and conditions of the alliance. It has been agreed that Credyen will share three ports with the Warlord – Tridam, Pont Vanis and Yspaden – for whatever use he might have of them, most generally the transportation of people and goods. In exchange, the White Wolf has pledged to offer military support to Credyen whenever necessary.

At this point, every article and section of the deal have been refined to the point that it cannot be improved any more. Yet, the royal Council of Creyden does not allow for the contract to be signed, each day finding new details that they believe should be discussed with greater care. This continuous postponing tires both sides, but the Council distrusts the Wolf. They still have not devised to hold him to his promise in a way that would prevent him from threatening Creyden.

“Why not tell simply them to fuck off?” Lady Yennefer suggests.

“They are too competent to be disregarded, unfortunately,” Queen Renfri replies, “I’d rather not have them turned against me.”

The sorceress sighs heavily, messaging her temples with her long, beautiful fingers. “There must be a way to shut them up,” she mutters.

The two ladies then endeavour to coin some kind of solution to the problem. Their conversation overflows with ideas – but they do not deem any of them appropriate enough – as well as some witty remarks and instances of biting humour. Time passes, the darkness outside steadily giving way to the greyness of early dawn, but Queen Renfri and Lady Yennefer scarcely seem to notice anything but each other. That is until a noise disturbs their discussion.

“Hiacynt?” King Julian calls from the neighbouring chamber.

The Queen and the sorceress still in surprise.

“Hiacynt?” the King calls again, the sound of his voice drawing closer, “Aren’t you –”

When King Julian enters his sister’s bedroom and beholds the Queen’s guest, he stops dead in his tracks. For a moment, no one says a word. The King stares between his sister and the mage, his mouth hanging open in shock. Finally, Queen Renfri speaks as she rises from her seat, worry twisting her features.

“Jaskier!” she exclaims. “Has something happened?”

Jaskier regains his composure, clearing his throat. “Nothing serious, don’t worry,” he reassures. “My apologies for the interruption.”

“It’s all right,” Queen Renfri dismisses.

Lady Yennefer stands up as well, straightening her skirts. “I should take my leave anyway,” she says in a brisk manner, “I need my beauty sleep.” As she directs her gaze at the Queen, her countenance is suddenly serious. “Thank you, Renfri,” she adds.

“Thank you too, Yennefer,” Renfri answers quietly.

With a court nod towards the monarchs, the sorceress then conjures up a portal, walks into it, and disappears.

“Renfri?” the King echoes incredulously after the magical circle closes. “Hiacynt, what the fuck?”

Nonchalantly, his sister goes to refill her goblet and drinks from it. “Yennefer and I decided to get better acquainted,” she replies at last.

“Why?” he scoffs, “She’s a mage.”

“Exactly,” Renfri retorts. “We should stop fearing them. Just look at Geralt – the moment he had mages in his service, his empire fucking grew tenfold. Portals are too damn useful.”

“I know,” Jaskier concedes in a long, petulant whine. In an overdramatic fashion, he plops down on the chair that the Wolf’s sorceress has just vacated. Renfri rolls her eyes fondly.

“But Lady Yennefer? Really?”

Renfri shrugs. “She’s a decent company.”

At this, Jaskier seems bemused, but then a playful glint appears in his eye. Before he can reply, however, his sister beats him to the teasing.

“What are you doing here,” she asks, “Away from Eskel’s embrace?”

Jaskier smirks, not showing an ounce of shame. For the past fortnight, the Wolf’s second-in-command spent each night in the King’s chambers. King Julian has done precisely nothing to hide that fact.

“Tell you what,” he replies and then pokes his tongue at her.

Renfri responds in kind. Jaskier laughs; seeing the formidable Queen indulge in his childishness is amusing indeed. His sister chuckles at their foolishness too. When they calm down, she looks at her brother expectantly and demands, “Well?”

“One of those dreams again.”

She stills, frowning in concern. “Something bad?” she murmurs.

“Not bad at all, actually.” Jaskier smiles, his gaze distant and dreamy. “I heard... giggles, and boyish voices. I also saw... many little feet running around the courtyard.”

Renfri gasps and promptly sits down.

“Impossible,” she breathes out. “How could it be possible?”

“I have no idea,” he replies, shaking his head. “Maybe the dreams have turned to another form of cruelty. To give hope only for it to be shattered.” He huffs a laugh. “But gods, I so want to hope.”

“Let us hope, then,” his sister replies and moves to her brother’s side to take his hand.

Jaskier grins, squeezing her palm in his, and Renfri smiles back. They share a quiet, warm moment of allowing themselves to envision a future that could last. Then, the spell is broken – Jaskier yawns suddenly, making his sister laugh.

“You should go back to sleep,” she tells him, “I need a bit of rest too.”

“Ah yes, the hunt.” Jaskier rises from his seat and pats his sister on the shoulder in an affectionate gesture. “Enjoy a little killing, my sweet Hiacynt.”

Renfri’s smile is sharp as she replies, “That I will.”

When the hunting party sets out from the castle two hours later, it is not the loud and showy affair that courtly sports tend to be. No horses, hounds or even horns are involved. This time, Queen Renfri has decided to hunt in the manner of witchers – silently, as true predators do.

The royal gamekeeper and his three grown sons, each armed with a crossbow, lead the group to the nearest location where deer is most likely to be found. Apart from the Queen and four of her guards, the party also consists of the three witchers who remain in Creyden at this point: the Warlord himself, his right hand Eskel, and their School-brother Lambert. King Julian is absent, but that is to be expected. Unlike his sister, who indulges in hunting often, the King does not care for this sort of entertainment.

On this particular early morning, however, Queen Renfri does not seem to be enjoying herself. Her posture is stiff, showing signs of weariness, and she does not talk to anyone. Her attention is turned solely to her surroundings and thus, she quickly takes note of the lingering gazes which Eskel directs at her. Whenever she catches him staring, he looks away, but then the situation repeats itself again and again. Finally, with an irritated sigh, Queen Renfri approaches the witcher, falling into step next to him.

“What have I done to deserve your scrutiny?” she asks outright.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Eskel replies, bowing his head, “I forgot myself.”

“This doesn’t answer my question,” the Queen says sternly.

“You remind me of someone,” the witcher admits, quietly enough for the other humans in the party not to hear.

Queen Renfri smirks. “I have a good idea of whom you speak,” she teases.

Eskel chuckles but shakes his head. “I don’t mean Jaskier,” he answers. At the Queen’s inquisitive look, he explains, “I used to know another Black Sun Princess. Deidre Ademeyn.”

The Queen seems taken aback. She watches him closely for a moment, then asks, “How did you know her?”

The witcher does not answer at once, only walks alongside the Queen. The hunting party now treads a forest path running uphill. They split into pairs, one following after another, with the gamekeeper and his sons at the head, the guards in the middle, and the Queen and the witchers at the tail of the group. Around them, the forest is quiet.

When Eskel finally speaks, the words are murmured, not breaking the hush of the surroundings.

“She was my Child Surprise,” he confesses.

The revelation stuns Queen Renfri and she does not say anything, her expression betraying a contemplative mood. After a while, she remarks, “Deidre wasn’t a welcome surprise for you, I’d reckon.”

“Not because she was born under the Black Sun,” Eskel replies, “but because being bound to a witcher is not a good fate.”

“Her fate was not good anyhow,” the Queen counters. “She was killed by mages like the rest of my kind, wasn’t she?”

Eskel mouth sets into a grim line. “Yes,” he confirms, great pain echoing in his voice.

If Queen Renfri wants to ask about the hurt the witcher carries in his heart, she does not get the chance to do so. A moment after Eskel answers her, Lambert calls out from behind them.

“Halt!” he barks.

Everyone stops and turns to look at the fiery witcher, who points to something down the hill.

There, at most fifty yards away, stands a massive bear. It is a mother – two small cubs accompany her.

The people and the animals go completely still as they stare at each other, calculating the threat.

Then, very slowly, the witchers, the Queen and her guards draw their weapons. The mother bear growls.

She is not far below them. The hill is steep but the forest is not dense, with scarce undergrowth. Lambert and the White Wolf are the ones closest to her, while the hunters with the crossbows are the farthest away. They could shoot to kill her. Yet, in order to do that, they would have to go to the side – the rest of the party stands in the way – and even the slightest move could prompt the animal to attack.

The mother bear gives another warning, stomping in place.

“Protect Her Majesty,” Eskel says to no one in particular, “I’ll use Axii.”

Then, he moves, pushing Queen Renfri back. The bear charges with a roar.

The Warlord yells, “Stay back!” to the people behind him. He and Lambert stand their ground, while Eskel rushes towards the bear. At the same time, the guards run down to defend the Queen and the gamekeeper jogs to the side. He aims his crossbow at the animal.

When only three yards or so separate Eskel and the furious mother bear, the gamekeeper releases the bolt. It would have been a good, clean shot, but then, the Warlord moves.

He now stands directly in the way. With his back to the rest, he is unaware of it. The bolt cuts through the air, going straight towards the White Wolf’s neck. Queen Renfri, a short distance above, notices it. Her guards have not yet managed to surround her. She is free to act.

“Geralt!” she cries, throwing herself to shield the witcher from harm.

The bolt pierces through her light armour and buries itself deep into her flesh, under the right collar bone. With a scream of pain, Queen Renfri falls to the ground, blood flowing heavily from her wound.

Then, she bleeds, and bleeds, and bleeds.

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#myfic #geraskier #jaskier/eskel #the accidental warlord and his pack #jaskier & renfri are disaster twins #this fic... might turn out to have yenfri in it #and I ain't mad at that AT ALL

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 3 years

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YEA indus catching them and throwing yao out... go queen! keep your child away from bad influences (even if it fails and your child is a terrible influence himself) also OF COURSE aditya begins lying to continue hanging out with yao lmaoo though idk how much indus knows about this because parents have an uncanny ability to Sense lies Iike these... aditya i hope your plots are airtight! it'll only take one change in indus' schedule for your plans to be discovered otherwise! and then she will be SO MAD oh my god

nyo china's neighbours must hate her lmao.. their impression of her is like "woman who is never home and has a feral brat who hangs out with other feral brats" which is so bad for neighbourly harmony 😭 and YES she would like india! indchu are so similar.. together they're a bit loud but that's nothing that soundproof walls and headphones (that also muffle the noise of the destruction they cause) can't fix!

nyo china's first solution to anything is to chuck money at it lmao this is what happens when you a) are too lazy to convince people to bow to your will in any other way b) have too much money on your hands 😔

and YES your reason for why they like each other is spot on!! i think that out of all chinas (1p, 2p, nyos) nyo china is the worst parent because her morals are nonexistent AND she's the most checked out? like she's very focused on herself and her wants/needs and her inner world which doesn't bode well for child-rearing lmao.. so a hyperindependent brat who only needs money and a superlative education, both things she would want for herself and her children? perfect. they both get to have fun and do what they want, to the detriment of everyone around them. a functional dysfunctional family dynamic. but also can you imagine them at extended family reunions lmao like. yao is such a brat but aside from the utter lack of qualms and morals and respect he's literally a 别人家的孩子 can you imagine how jealous and angry all the aunties are going to get? also he's going to cause a giant scene and it's going to be gossip forever and ever but nyo china isn't going to care because he's still top of the class

also do you think that after a few years the teacher just gives up like the third year of parent teacher meetings there's just no more mention of behaviour like "yeah his grades have been consistently excellent and he won three spelling bees plus a regional art competition now get out of my sight both of you"

YEAH Indus would totally be someone who’s extra-sensitive to Child Lies lol. She quickly notices Aditya’s change of heart and almost thinks it’s sincere.... but there’s something rather fishy about it.... hmm....... she doesn’t have enough evidence to prove he’s lying, just little flashes of suspicious activity, but. when she finds out what he’s actually doing it’s going to be WILD (she seriously entertains the thought of writing a letter to his teacher asking them for advice on how to train this problematic streak out of him lol)

And fffff I would hate her too lol do they live in an apartment or house? Either way it’s chaos. I feel like nyo china has enough money to buy a separate house and stop annoying her neighbors, if only a little, but she doesn’t want to go to the trouble 😭 “there’s nothing wrong with the apartment! I might need to get a storage unit for all the things I collected on business trips though, but the apartment is fine for human beings!” and yeah moneybags lol just give gifts to your neighbors to appease them (she’s also very attentive to neighborhood gossip so she knows exactly what each of them like lol, plus she has the connections to get all of it). Problem solved. (bonus that she hands out fistfuls of red packets to the other kids at lunar new years, so all the kids like her even if their parents have a love-hate relationship with her lol)

I WILL DIE he is 100% a 别人家的孩子 (but also 90% of him is a 熊孩子) I hate him so much for that oh my god. UHGHGHHG everyone and their mother whispers about this smartass, rulebreaking, back-talking, “my way or the highway” kid, day in and day out, as well as his rather anti-social moneybag caretaker. He will be the talk of the town (or at least the very large extended family) for the rest of his school days and probably even after that. Think about how much all the other kids envy him 😭😭 their parents tell them they should follow Yao’s example, but when they point out that Yao is literally a feral delinquent the parents just say “you should follow his example in the things he’s a model at, not in things he does badly” sksksksk. And yeah they are a functionally dysfunctional family lol; they think they’re just vibing with each other but actually they’re causing the world to burn, they just don’t know it :)

Also that’s exactly what I was thinking lol. I don’t know if y’all switch teachers from grade to grade (at my school we did) or not but if not, 100% yes at the scenario you described. If Yao gets a new teacher each year, his previous teacher always makes sure to tell the new one not to even try reforming him lol. There’s a little note in his file that says “not worth the effort” and he becomes the most hated legend in the teacher’s break room. All the teachers sympathize with whoever has him this year and the teacher’s who’ve had Yao form a little club to complain about him. They have a welcome party every year for the next teacher to have that headache of a child :)

(Bonus entertaining plot twist: a random substitute teacher who came in once to fill in earns Yao’s respect by arguing with him in front of the entire class instead of telling him to be quiet when he objects to some mundane instructions. The sub outlogics him (somehow) and finally Yao thinks he has found an adult who’s not insufferable. He also gives the kids lollipops, which might be another part of why Yao likes him, and when the sub manages to land a job at the school, Yao asks nyo China to bribe the school into getting him as Yao’s teacher. His problematic streak slowly decreases, but he’s still got most of his spirit. The sub also gets introduced to Aditya and Iran, and they make fast friends. The other teachers are jealous of the young 20-something sub who tamed the feral child nobody else could.)

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A/N Hello my beautiful, beloved 45 followers and and all who read this. Today we let the whole thing get a little spicy *caugh caugh* This is Smut, so don't read it if you're underage! All connections shown in this fanfic are consensual. Sex should always bring pleasure and fun to both sides and should never be forced. If you like this reaction let me know ^^ And now...have fun ; )

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Namjoon

You look at Joonie and you cannot deny that your frustration increases with every passing second. And everything had started so incredibly well. The others had different things to do and had said goodbye to you quickly after you entered the apartment. As soon as the door behind them closed, Namjoon pounced on you and pulled you into a passionate and hot kiss. You had felt his excitement on you, your clothes had quickly spread around the apartment and when he pulled you into his room you were completely naked except for your underwear. That's where the first problem arose in the form of a bed full of clothes. But Joonie had quickly found a solution and put you on the bed of his room neighbour Taehyung. With his hand taking off your underwear to massage your wet folds, between your legs and his mouth nibbling on your breasts you had no time to think about it and you also didn't care. You lay under him, incredibly aroused and all you wanted was for him to finally fuck you. However, here was the second problem. You knew that Joonie was known as a god of destruction. But that was a whole new dimension. You watch your boyfriend rip the third condom before he even put it on. You had offered him your help, but he refused, insisting on doing it alone. But slowly you get impatient and take steps to convince him. You spread your legs and put one of your fingers on your clitoris. You wait a moment until his eyes meet yours, then you start playing with yourself. You moan lustfully, letting your fingers penetrate you while you exchange them with his in your mind and his name comes over your lips again and again. When you realize that you have Joonies full attention, you tilt your head and smile: "Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" He looks down at you, he' s still holding his cock, which has grown even more because of the sight of you: "Okay, you convinced me". Grinning, you let go of yourself and crawl on all fours over to him at the edge of the bed. Your hands take the condom package from him before you turn to his length. You could tease him now, but you are much too aroused, much too impatient and want to feel him finally inside you. That's why your hand only strokes him a couple of times, causing him to gasp, before you tear up the new packet and slip the condom on him without any problems: "See? Not so hard at all". You grin and pull him towards you, give him a passionate kiss on the lips: "Can you find your way alone?" Your hands slide down on him, towards his center: "Or should I help you there too? You've kept me waiting long enough". He catches your hands and brings them back up again before he enters you as an answer to your question: "Fuck you are so tight". He begins to move inside you, slowly, agonizingly slowly as if he wants to tease you: "Damn Joonie, more" "More? Baby, after you've been so patient, don't you think you could wait a little longer?" Despite his words his thrusts become more intensive, you can only imagine how impatient he is, too.Your hands are on his back and your nails are scratching across it, while you keep reassuring him how incredibly good it feels. A sound, however, makes you wonder. Even if your moaning is loud and your senses fuzzy, you can' t ignore the cracking: "J-Joonie?" You can hardly speak, the feeling of him ramming into you is incredibly intense. At the same time you notice how with each of his thrusts the bed under you seems to give in: "Joonie...AH! W-wait!" His eyes widen and he stops for a moment: "Oh God Y/N! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I..." He wants to pull out of you, but you wrap your legs around him so he stays inside you, "No no!" Your hand strokes his cheek and your lips touch lovingly his: "You have not hurt me dearest". You smile and kiss him again, until the worry on his face fades :"What's wrong then?" "The bed. I think it's breaking" Maybe we should go somewhere else, I mean..-" "Oh, I see. If it' s only that." He smiles smugly, then straightens up. He doesn't go on about your statement but lifts your legs instead. He continues exactly where he left off, except that he bumps into you harder and harder, so that your moaning turns into lustful screaming: "I love your screaming". He whispers in your ear and makes you even more aroused. When the bed finally breaks, all you notice is that a new angle is created, which ensures that Joonie hits the perfect spot. Your orgasm rolls over you and when Joonie notices how you cling around him, he only needs a few thrusts to cum as well. Panting, he collapses above you and you wrap your arms and legs around him to keep him close to you. Only now you realize how uncomfortable a broken bed feels, so you press against him to make him sit up and put you on his lap. He slides out and looks at you: "I'm sorry about before. I really thought I had hurt you" "We should think of a safe word. For the future". He nods while his fingers stroke your shoulder blades: "Take your pick". You think for a while, then you grin: "Airpods" For a moment he looks at you in disbelief, then Namjoon buries his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to laugh uncontrollably.

Seokjin

When Jin invites you to dinner, you know it's gonna be special. You had wanted to get dressed up and be driven to the given address by a taxi, but a chauffeur had gotten there before you, who was supposed to take you to your destination according to Jin's instructions. The destination turned out to be a hotel. Luxurious, but out of the city. Jin waited in front of the entrance and when you stepped out his eyes widen: "You look beautiful, Y/N". He gives you a kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and guiding you to the hotel and the elevator. Against your guess, he does not push any of the buttons to floors where restaurants are marked. Instead, he draws a card, which he uses before he chooses the top button. When the elevator stops, you're standing in front of more stairs. Jin walks ahead, never letting go of your hand. Finally he operates a door and you step out into the outside. You stare at your surroundings: "Oh my god, Jin..." You are on the roof of the hotel, around you countless fairy lights. In the sky you can see the stars: "It's beautiful..." You turn to him and hug him, followed by a long, intense kiss: "We should sit down, otherwise the food will get cold". He leads you to a picnic blanket in the middle of the roof. On it you find a lot of small dishes, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Jin waits until you have seated yourself, then he pours you a glass and you toast together. Some time later, having put the plates aside, you lie next to each other on the picnic blanket and look up at the sky. "The stars are beautiful... you can't see them in the city like this..." You turn away from them and look at Jin: "Thank you so much for bringing me here". He smiles and raises one hand to stroke your face. Then he kisses you. What begins gently quickly develops into a kiss filled with passion. Your hands begin to explore each other's bodies and soon a soft moan comes over your lips. Jin's hands lift you up slightly so he can unzip your dress. Carefully he brushes the fabric off your shoulders and gasps for air. The light from the fairy lights reflects on your breasts, you are not wearing a bra because of the nature of the dress. Your hands are not idle either. After you have taken off his jacket, your fingers skillfully undo the buttons on his shirt. Then your hands slide in, stroking his strong muscles. "I know why they call you World Wide Handsome" you mutter as you explore the new terrain. Jin chuckles lightly before he leans forward to you and kisses your lips, then lets his own wander, over your neck, your shoulder. He pauses for a moment at your collarbone and kisses it, sucks on it so that you gasp. Immediately you know that a dark mark will decorate the spot for the next few days. You feel his hair tickling you as he brushes his lips further down. He breathes a kiss between your breasts before he buries his nose and takes a short deep breath: "This scent...I love you Y/N". A whimper comes out of your mouth and you feel your desire for him rise. You tear at his shirt until you can finally take it off completely. As Jin continues to cover your body with kisses, your hands move across his chest, then deeper to his waistband. Jin pulls you even closer so that your bare chest meets his and his hips press against yours: "Oh damn it Jin..." Your fingers are shaking and you slip off a few times until you finally manage to open his belt and pants. Jin lifts you up to take off his pants while your lips meet in a kiss. Again his hips press against yours and you feel his bulge on your wet panties: "Y/N...my Y/N." He lets one hand slide down, pulls down your panties: "So incredibly wet for me. Ready for my cock". "Jin...please..." You want him, you're aroused, and you're trying to get into his boxers.He helps you, releases his cock. He puts you back on the blanket, pulls you into his lap. You reach for his hands and you interlock your fingers while he penetrates you. Your lips start to pant and you start to move in a gentle rhythm. Your bodies merge into each other while your lips meet again and again. For a while, all you hear is your suffocated moaning and the sound of his cock sliding between your wet walls. Then Jin embraces your hips, making his thrusts more intense: "Moan for me baby". His lips glide over your body again, leaving more hickeys and causing you to make more and more pleasurable sounds. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm: "Jin, I' m close" He smiles and pauses for a moment before accelerating his pace: "Cum for me. Please Y/N, I want to feel you tightening around me while giving you those good feelings" You feel his words bringing you over the edge and releasing the knot in your stomach. Jin penetrates a few more times, then you feel him pause deep inside you. He just manages to slide out before his sperm splashes across the floor. You need a while to recover from your high, then Jin wraps you both in a big blanket before he pulls you back into his arms. He wraps your body from behind and kisses your cheek before he puts his chin on your shoulder. Then you watch the beauty of the stars together.

Yoongi

"This one pinches a little, could you bring me another one?" You stretch the bra out to the seller and he happily accepts it: "Of course! I'll bring you a new one right away!" You open the curtain just enough so he can see your grateful face. Due to a certain person, several sets of your underwear had been destroyed recently, so you both decided to buy some new lingerie. The shop specialized in exquisite designs and you quickly found some pieces that you liked. On top of that there was an incredibly nice seller who was very knowledgeable and a great help to you. All in all you were satisfied and while you look through the curtain a smile steals over your lips and you can't wait to present your purchases to your boyfriend later in the bedroom. Your gaze falls on said man and your smile fades away: " Are you okay?" He sits with a grim face on one of the plush sofas in front of the dressing rooms and doesn't look at you. You' re just thinking about whether to get dressed and go to him when the seller comes back: "Well, I think this model will suit you perfectly". Before you can react, Yoongi gets up, stands up in front of him and says, "Thank you. I think we will be able to manage on our own from now on". He takes the bra off the seller's hand and you can see how he gives him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes: "Oh yes, of course. Just call me if I can help you". A short bow, then the man turns to the next customers, an older couple. You can see Yoongi taking a short deep breath before he turns in your direction. You don't have time to register the look in his eyes, because he is with you in a few steps, pushes himself through the curtain into the changing room. Within seconds, he's got you pressed against the wall: "What exactly was that about?" His fingers run across your back: "What do you mean? I'm just shopping..." He presses himself against your back and you hear how he opens his trousers: "Just shopping? Does that involve making eyes at a salesman?" He grabs your hips, and his hands brush against your ass for a second. You bite your lower lip, "I wasn't making eyes at him..." You can feel Yoongi's cock sliding past the panties you're currently wearing: "So wet baby...even if he wanted you..." He pushes himself into you and you moan: "He will not have you!" He immediately begins to push aggressively into you. He seems to know which angle to use to hit the perfect spot that will drive you crazy. You gasp, "Damn it!" "Is everything all right with you?" Your eyes widen and Yoongi stops moving too. "Miss?" You recognize the seller's voice and panic sets in. But Yoongi remains calm. His body leans over you: "You should answer him" He chuckles: "You don't want us to get caught" he whispers into your ear before continuing with his thrusts. You bite your lower lip and try to suppress your moans: "Y-Yes..." Your voice is muffled, you try to sound normal: "If you need help I can come in and help you". You are about to answer him when you hear an animalistic sound behind you.Yoongi withdraws from you, only to ram into you again shortly afterwards. You can hardly stand on your legs and his thrusts are so unbelievably firm and deep that you have to put your hand on your mouth in order not to scream with pleasure: "N-No. I'll be fine..." For a moment it is quiet, then a: "All right, just let me know if you need help". You hear the footsteps move away, but you hardly have time to be relieved, as you can feel Yoongi's fingers clawing your hips: "Would you have enjoyed it if he had seen us?" He kisses your back: "Maybe I should have let him in so he could see us enjoying ourselves. So he knows his place. Because you belong to me." His hand hits your ass and you whimper. You try to support yourself with one hand and suppress your lustful sounds with the other. You feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, but he stops again: "No!" Your climax, which was just within reach, moves into unreachable distance and you feel unbelievable frustration rising within you: "Please Yoongi". "Please what?" He starts moving again, and you reach almost your climax, only to have him stop again: "Let me come, Yoongi..." He repeats the game: "Who do you belong to, Y/N?" Tears fall down your eyes from the refusal to orgasm: "You Yoongi... all yours..." "Say my name!" "Yoongi...YOONGI!" The scream finally comes over your lips as he lets you orgasm. Even after that he rams himself into you, before he retreats and also cums with some skillful strokes. His sperm spreads first on your back, then on the different lingerie sets. Your legs finally give in and you sink to the floor in the cabin. Yoongi follows you, takes you in his arms and whispers praising words into your ear. After helping you to clean and dress yourself he takes your hand and leads you towards the exit. On the way out you meet the seller. In passing Yoongi grins at him: "Thank you very much for the help. We left the underwear in the cabin". You blush and know that you can never enter this shop again.

Hoseok

He presses you against the door and kisses you so intensely that you hardly have a chance to keep up. It's warm, a summer evening, and you actually wanted to spend the evening with the boys. A fancy dinner to celebrate the success of the new album. You had a quite cheerful conversation with Taehyung but actually you should have known that Hoseok wouldn't like it. Or maybe you were asking for it. Now you are gasping for breath while your hands reach for the buttons of his shirt to open it. You had been hot for him for so long and now finally, finally you wanted to take what you wanted. When he notices what you' re doing, Hobi pauses: "Oh no baby, I won't make it that easy for you". You squeak in surprise as he lifts you up and carries you towards the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and crawls over you: "Do you really think I didn't notice what happened between you and Tae?" His eyes are dark, darker than usual, and you can't deny that your heart beats faster with excitement. Again your hands reach for him, you want to bury your fingers in his hair, but he retreats. He seems to think for a moment, then he loosens his tie: "Arms over your head" he orders and you do it. He ties your wrists together, making sure that the knot is not too tight. Then he begins to take off your dress, undo your bra: "I saw you flirting with Tae..." His hand goes over your exposed breasts and you gasp, making him giggle, "Trying to make me jealous?" He follows the path of the dress, deeper and deeper. Finally he strips it off, but his hands immediately slide back up your legs to your panties. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them off. He looks at them briefly before his fingers slide between your legs: "You haven't answered my question". His fingers briefly stroke your folds, two of them enter you without difficulty and you draw in the air sharply: "Are you this wet for me or for him?" His fingers curl and you moan loudly, "Maybe." He seems to disagree with your answer, as his fingers become rougher and faster: "So my girl has her eyes on another man..." He shakes his head and pumps his fingers inside you and you throw your head back while sounds of lust leave your mouth: "F-Fuck..." It doesn't take long until you cum with a loud moan, panting and watching him pull his fingers out of you and when he takes them into his mouth without breaking eye contact it's the sexiest thing you've ever seen: "Damn you taste like a goddess". Your breath is heavy and as you recover from your first height you watch him unbutton his shirt a little bit. Your eyes wander down his body and you grin when you see the bulge in his pants. When Hobi notices, he grins, "Is it that what you want?" He places himself so that he can easily press his middle against yours and chuckles when he gets the expected reaction. "Y/N" His gaze becomes soft as his hand strokes lovingly across the inside of your thigh: "Do you want me to continue?" Your thoughts are hazy as you nod and produce a hesitant "Please..." The smile on his lips widens, "Please what?" You don't care how you sound, your cunt feels like it's about to go insane any second. You've never felt so frustrated: "Please fuck me". In response, Hoseok leans forward to you and presses a kiss on your clitoris, which makes you moan, followed by a whimper as he pulls away from you. You'd love to satisfy yourself with your own hand in the face of your new-found excitement, but your wrists are still tied by his tie and it only makes you more frustrated. Your eyes observe your boyfriend undressing before you, before he finally comes back to you on the bed. He grasps your legs and spreads them apart, you didn't even realize that you had squeezed them together again: "Well, I'll show you who you belong to". He penetrates you so rapidly you scream out. His thrusts are slow and deep at first, but then he puts your legs on his shoulders and his rhythm gets faster: "Damn Hobi!". You feel yourself tightening around him: "More... harder..." He does you the favor, slides completely out of you, before he thrusts even harder into you. He bends over you and his mouth leaves kisses on your neck, your chest bone and finally on your breasts before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucks on it then bites into it: "Whom do you belong to, Y/N?" He pauses and in this moment it is the purest agony for you: "You" He slides out of you, only letting his tip circle inside you: "My name. I want you to scream it" "Hoseok! I'm yours, all of you" you can't get any further because your own moaning interrupts you. His next thrust hits the perfect spot and your upper body presses into the mattress, while your lower body pushes towards his thrust: "Be a good girl and cum for the man you belong to". You notice how you reach your second climax and you scream his name as you clench around him. Hoseok also cums with your name on his lips. He releases his tie from your wrists and you can touch him finally. Your arms close around him and you pull him towards you in a loving kiss. You lie next to each other for a while until you finally ask: "Are you mine too?" His eyes turn dark, "Find out." You grin before you throw yourself on him to get the words out of him in another round.

Jimin

You're sitting on the sofa watching a movie when you noticed. You snuggled up to Jimin, he had his arms wrapped around you. But then he''d loosened a bit, stroked your side and finally put his hand on your thigh. He stroked it, then turned you around and pulled you into a kiss. His hands slide over your body and he is about to push up your shirt when you stop him: "Jimin...wait..." Immediately his hands stop and he separates from you: "Sorry Jagi...I didn't want to push you..." You shake your head, "No...that's not it..." You look down and play nervously with your hands: "It's just...I only had one friend before you and we don't have many...and you are so experienced and...I'm unsure" Jimin lifts your head and forces you to look at him. He gently kisses your lips. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." He smiles at you: "Would you like to have sex with me? You don't have to say yes. We can just keep watching the movie". He kisses you again and his face doesn't lose its smile. He' s willing to wait if you want to wait, but you shake your head: "No...I mean yes..." Your cheeks turn a little red: "I want to sleep with you, Jimin".He nods briefly, strokes your head before he stands up and reaches out his hand to you: "Then come". You take Jimin's hand and he leads you into his bedroom. Then he lets you go, but only to lock the door behind you. As he turns around, you can see his eyes have turned a little darker. He comes back to you and his arms embrace your waist from behind: "Trust me..." his fingers gently stroke the hem of your top before he lets one of his hands slip under it again. This time, however, you do not retreat, but instead lean slightly against him. He gently strokes your stomach before his hand slides up, up and up until it hits your chest. He gently strokes the fabric while his lips gently caress your jaw, then reaches back to undo your bra. You gasp and he pulls you even closer. Carefully he removes both top and bra. Your cheeks blush because you' re so bare, but Jimin hardly gives you time as his hand begins to embrace your breast and gently massage: "Jimin...". He turns his head towards you and kisses you passionately, making it hard for you to keep up. His second hand comes loose from your waist and slides down. Carefully he opens your pants, slides in, into your underpants. You release the kiss and moan as he touches your clitoris. His body trembles as he giggles behind you, "You like that, huh?" He begins to stroke you, stroking your breast at the same time, until his fingers penetrate you and your hips twitch uncontrollably towards him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Your head rests on his shoulder and you moan his name. As he pulls his fingers out you are dissatisfied, but at the same time much more relaxed and easy going. Even Jimin seems to notice this because he gives you a kiss before he takes your hand again. He lays you on the bed and looks down on you: "You don't know what you're doing to me right now, Y/N". He strokes your cheek lovingly: "Those eyes that look at me with dilated pupils. These reddened cheeks. Your voice moaning my name and your body stretching against my fingers. You are so wet and so perfect. I want you so much that I can hardly stand it". His hips press slightly against you and you gasp: "Do you feel it Y/N? How much I want you? How much I want to be inside you?" You can feel it and when you look down you can see it. There's a definite bulge under his jeans. Your hand slides over it for a moment and in response Jimin lets out a gasp, "Y/N..." You reach for his belt and undo it, followed by his pants. You pull them both down, but before you can do the same with his shorts he holds onto your hands: "Are you really sure?" As you nod, he lets go of your hands and kisses you passionately. He allows you to remove his boxers now, he allows your hands to go exploring. You touch his lower abdominal muscles, your hands stroke gently over his hips and finally they touch him. Once again Jimin moans, he attacks your entire upper body with kisses. Then he leans on both arms to look deep into your eyes "I love you Y/N ". The feeling as he enters you is incredible. You moan loudly and pull him down again so that you can kiss him. You are overwhelmed by many emotions. Happiness, lust and infinite love for the man who triggers all this in you at once: "More" you breathe it into his ear before you start kissing his neck, to trigger in him the same thing he triggers in you. He starts to move, carefully at first, but as you let him know how much you like what he is doing, his thrusts become more intense. Your fingers claw into his hair, while his name comes from your lips lustfully. You push yourself towards him and ask for more and more. Finally Jimin straightens up, leans against the bed frame and rams into you. Your eyes roll back: "Jimin I..." "Me too..." Jimin towers above you, never letting go of his rhythm. You can see sweat on his forehead, and it's hard for him to say, "Together... okay?" You nod and reach out for him, you embrace him, wanting him as close to you as possible. You cum together and his body collapses over you. You both turn to the side, your bodies still tightly intertwined: "It doesn't matter how experienced or inexperienced you are as long as you love me." His lips touch your forehead: "My beautiful Y/N".

Taehyung

"Are you sure I'm not disturbing you?" You shake your head while you hand him one of those toothbrushes you keep for guests. Of course, you where surprised to get his call. He'd come home from a long day of training only to find his bed broken. When none of the boys wanted to plead guilty, he decided to spend the night somewhere else, just to show his disappointment. You' re already wearing your pajamas and you feel a little bit embarrassed, but Taehyung doesn't seem to mind. At least not directly, because when you turn around he puts the toothbrush aside and pulls you into his arms: "If that's the case then I can do what I would have liked to do in my bed...". He kisses your lips and you kiss back, silently agreeing to what he wants to do. He lifts you up and places you on your washstand while he opens your pyjama top. As soon as he has taken it off your shoulders, his lips and his hand are already on your breasts. While he gently massages one of them he takes the nipple of the other one in his mouth.You lean back and the back of your head hits the mirror, while your boyfriend elicits lustful sounds from you: "Mhhhm I like your voice" Tae pauses for a moment and grins at you from below: "I hope it gets louder". He grins and continues with his activity, letting his hands slide down on you, pulling your pajama bottoms with him. As he looks down he raises his eyebrows: "No underwear? Dirty girl". He lets go of your breasts and kisses a path to your stomach, then to your hips. He sucks and leaves hickeys on your skin. Finally, his lips touch your folds and you moan loudly, "You're already so wet Y/N..." From his throat comes a hungry sound before he gets down on his knees. He pushes your legs apart so that he has a clear view of you: "Beautiful" His tongue gently strokes across your slit, teasing you and making you moan uncontrollably: "You make such beautiful sounds. Like an instrument that is played by me". His lips glide to your clitoris and this time he puts his lips around it and starts sucking on it. Your hands claw into his hair while you moan his name. He now switches between sucking on your clitoris and penetrating you with his tongue. He eats you out and keeps your legs apart so you can't close them by reflex: "Tae... Tae I'm coming". He mumbles something against your middle before he lets his tongue penetrate deeper into you and brings you over the edge. You barely have time to recover from your first high, because Tae is already reaching for you. He lifts you up again and holds you by your bottom and you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him. You can now feel his cock right at your center and it makes you half crazy not to have him inside you. But before you can say anything he kisses you passionately. At the same time he opens the door of the shower behind you and in the next moment you feel the cold tiles in your back that make you shiver. His fingers massage your ass and his hips press against yours again and again: "Do you want me inside you Baby Girl?" Again his lips move to your breasts and he nibbles on your nipple while he pushes his hips against you more strongly: "Answer quickly" "Yes!" You can't take it anymore, each time he hits your clit directly: "Please Tae. I want you inside me. Please..." You press yourself against him more, rubbing yourself against him as much as possible and moaning uncontrollably. Finally, your hand reaches down between your bodies, reaching into his boxers until you have his cock in your hand. You waste no time, lead him to your entrance and moan loudly as you insert his tip inside you: "Oh my, you're that impatient?" He stops moving but continues to lick your nipples. You push him with your legs closer to you, which allows him to penetrate further into you. You somehow try to move your hips in your position but it is exhausting and your legs are shaking and soon you have to stop. Your gaze seeks that of Tae. He lets go of your nipples and looks at you: "You' ve done well". He kisses your lips and catches your scream as he buries his hands in your butt and thrusts violently. He doesn't waste any time, his thrusts are continuous and deep and you lean back and grab the tap you are trying to hold on to and bring your hips closer to him. Warm water begins to flow over you as he fucks you against the tap. You know that you will be bruised tomorrow, but you don't care: "More Tae, fuck me more". In your voice you hear the total ecstasy you feel at that moment. You put your hands back on his back, scratching your fingernails over it. He pants and buries his mouth in the crook of your neck, while his thrusts become more and more uncontrolled and animalistic and there is no rhythm to be found: "Come for me Baby Girl... scream my name". Your vagina contracts and you scream his name, followed by a mixture of curse and praise. You can feel him cum too, his sperm runs out of you on the inside of your thighs down before being washed away by the water. He lets you down and takes your face between his hands. You smile at him and stroke his wet hair back with both hands: "Thank you for coming here". He kisses you before he answers: "I will always come here. I love you Y/N".

Jungkook

It was actually a normal evening with Jungkook. You had agreed to play games, which quickly turned into something else. You had known from the start that you wanted Kookie, so after about half of your evening you had put the controller out of your hand and done the same with his. Then you pulled him towards you and just kissed him. He had gone for it, it wasn't your first kiss, but it was more intense, more passionate and you let all your hunger flow into it. When you separate from each other his cheeks are red: "Y/N that was...wow" he smiles at you and wants to get back to the game, as if this kiss had been something normal, almost everyday. That upsets you, after all you want to steer the evening in a different direction and you also want him to realize it. That's why, after he has returned to his controller, you take the initiative once again and slip your sweater over your body, followed by your pants, so that you only sit there in your underwear. Then you smile at him: "Do you really want to keep playing Mario Kart?" His gaze glides from the screen back to you, his eyes widening: "Y/N, what are you doing?" "Don't you like me?" You put your head tilted to one side and pretended to be offended. He shakes his head violently: "No...I mean, you're beautiful, but..." He scratches the back of his head in embarrassment and you wonder whether you might have acted too hastily, but you don't want to back out either. His question, however, surprises you a little: "Are you really up for it?" He avoids you, his eyes won't look directly at you as if it was something forbidden: "Are you?" It takes a moment before he nods and finally looks at you again, with his eyes gliding directly over your body and clinging to your chest and hips: "Well, then I see no problem". You approach him and kiss him for the second time that evening, again with the passion and hunger you feel inside you. Quickly his sweater has also landed on the floor, his hands glide over your back and pause just before your bra, before they open it without much difficulty. Again you separate from each other. At first Kookie hesitates, but then he pulls off your bra. He takes your breasts in his hands and strokes your nipples with his thumbs, causing you to gasp softly. He does it again and when he gets the same reaction he smiles. He gets bolder, starts to knead your breasts trying to get new tones out of you: "Not fair..." you murmur while your fingers fumble on his waistband. Quickly you undo the button and the zipper, let your hands slide in. A sharp gasp is released and you can feel a bulge forming. But you don't even think about stopping while he keeps fumbling your breasts. Again and again you massage his growing bulge until he grabs you by the wrists and forces you to stop: "Y/N. I want you..." He lets go of your breasts and takes off his pants and shorts before he tampers with your panties. A short touch of your slit is enough to know how wet you are for him and how much you want it. Nevertheless, you take the initiative and direct him to lie down on the sofa before you position yourself over him. You look each other in the eyes before you slowly lower yourself onto him. Immediately a soft moan slips out of your two mouths. For a moment you remain in your position, try to get used to the feeling of him inside you before you start to move. Immediately another sound comes out of Kookie's mouth. He lets go of your hands only to embrace your hips with his: "More Y/N. Please more...". He closes his eyes and lets himself sink back a little, as if he wants to enjoy the feeling of being inside you with every fiber of his body. You support yourself on his chest as you start to move more intensely. You cannot deny how incredibly good it feels. Your movements are a bit clumsy but you manage to find a more or less constant rhythm. At the same time you make sounds of pleasure coming out of your mouth. When you look down on Kookie one again, you notice that he has opened his eyes and stares at you again: "Y/N. It feels so good. The way you embrace my dick, the way your breasts bounce up and down". He straightens up a bit to take said breast into his mouth while his hands claw into your hips. He lets you continue in your movement, but every time you lower yourself onto him, he pushes you down, moving his hips against you, almost ramming into you and making you sound even more lustful. Your fingers stroke his chest and as you sink down on him once more you bury your lips in his shoulder. "I want to look at you" His lips have come away from your breast and are now on your ear: "Come on, I want to look at you while I'm being fucked by you". His voice is rough and you know that he will come soon: "What do you want to see?" you ask before you straighten up slightly, just to moan in his ear. Then you grin at him provocatively. He immediately takes revenge by pulling your hips down even more jerky: "I want to see what your expression is like when you cum. How your eyes roll back, how your mouth is open. Please Y/N... I want to see it". He pulls you into a kiss and his thrusts become slower, almost agonizingly slow. You want to follow his request, straighten up, let him go and bend back until he has a good view of your body and you can lean on his thighs. Then you begin to move more intensively, straighten up as far as you can, only to let yourself sink down on him as hard as you can. Kookie's eyes won't leave you while his hands move to your ass, squeezing it tight. It takes another thrust or two before you cum moaning and shaking. Kookie follows you, your name on his lips. Panting, you lower yourself onto him one last time and he takes you in his arms. That' s how you remain while he strokes your hair and you put your ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat: "I love you Jungkook". "I know. I love you too, Y/N"

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aratakiushi · 4 years

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viktor/louise backstory

viktor dieldrin is @terrors-of-nightraven character

For as long as anyone could remember, Viktor Dieldrin had been a disturbed child. From his unsettlingly tearless birth, to his distinct obsession with his father's practices in necromancy, Viktor’s childhood was a perfect explanation to why he ended up the way he did. The untimely passing of his mother only added to his unfortunate upbringing, as his father wasn’t exactly a family-orientated man. Nannies were in and out of the Dieldrin manor daily, none being able to deal with the young master for long before escaping the manor in a fit of fear for their own lives. However, Mr. Dieldrin didn’t care to find a solution to the nanny problem. Instead, another nanny was hired, and the vicious cycle continued.

For Viktor’s tenth birthday, his father gave him a dog. Louis XVI he called him, reminiscent of the immaturity of the late king of France. No matter how immature and utterly juvenile Viktor found this animal his father had gifted him, he did find some comfort in it. Louis would listen to anything he said; He came when he was called, he stayed when he was told. He depended on Viktor to survive. It was Viktor’s first taste of control and power, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

It was late on a weekday evening, during the early months of autumn. Viktor was in his back garden with Louis. He had been training Louis for weeks now and had decided to give the animal some playtime as a reward for doing a good job. The two were playing fetch, when one lopsided throw sent the stick Viktor was using hurdling over the hedges into the neighbouring manor’s yard. A faint, girlish squeal was heard as Louis went bounding around the hedges to find the stick.

“Louis! Louis XVI!” Viktor called out, while making no attempts at going after him just yet. He scoffed at the lack of response, muttering under his breath, “Stupid mutt…” He followed the path his dog had taken around the hedges until he found himself in his neighbours yard. He was surprised to see a young girl crouched down next to Louis XVI, petting him with a gleeful expression.

Viktor had never met his neighbours. He seldom left the house throughout his childhood. There was no need when you had servants to do things for you. That being said, Viktor had hardly realized he had neighbours at all. They were obviously wealthy, considering the size of their manor, but nowhere near as wealthy as the Dieldrin’s. The young girl crouched on the ground had starkly white skin and long black hair. She looked up as she could hear Viktor’s footsteps approaching, and he could see she had yellowish green eyes and a gentle expression. An expression that reminded him of the dog she was petting.

“Is this your dog?” She asked timidly, smiling as she turned her gaze back towards Louis XVI. She scratched behind his ear and he leaned into her hand happily. “Isn’t he just lovely? I’ve always wanted a dog..”

Viktor watched her with a puzzled look. Why anyone would ever give so much affectionate to such a stupid animal he couldn’t wrap his head around. He didn’t understand the point of it. “Yes, he’s mine,” Viktor deadpanned, his eyes glued on the two curiously. “Why are you doing that to him?”

The girl looked back at Viktor, her expression now just as puzzled as Viktor’s. “Doing what? Petting him?” She asked. When Viktor nodded, the black haired girl broke into a fit of giggles. “What do you mean? He liked it, see?” She started rubbing Louis XVI on his belly and the dog rolled onto his back, his tail wagging and leg shaking joyfully.

It took awhile for the girl to explain to Viktor why anyone would show affection towards animals, and at the end of their time together he still didn’t quite understand. However he learned lots about the girl. He learned her name was Louise and that she was the same age as Viktor. She was an only child and her parents were frequently out of the house on business trips so she, like Viktor, was also raised mostly by nannies.

One thing that stuck with Viktor is that she had begged her parents for a dog but they forbid animals in the house. Out of pity, Viktor promised to start meeting Louise in her back garden once a week so she could spend time with Louis XVI. Once a week became twice a week, then three times, until the two were spending time together nearly everyday.

Viktor enjoyed Louise’s company. She was meek, obedient, excitable. It was almost as if he had another dog, which he was actually growing to be quite fond of. The two would take Louis XVI out on walks, talk about their home lives. Viktor could go on for ages about his interest in necromancy and medical science and Louise would sit and listen to him ramble for hours. She actually began developing her own interest in medical science because of it.

It was when the two of them were thirteen when things changed. They were playing out in Viktor’s front yard with Louis XVI, when a squirrel suddenly caught Louis’ eye. Louis XVI chased the squirrel right towards the road, and no matter how much Viktor shouted, the dog didn’t turn around. Out of the heat of the moment, Louise sprinted after the dog, trying to catch him before he ran in front of the oncoming transport. By the time she reached them, they were both in the middle of the road. A loud honk was heard, followed by a sickening thud, then silence.

Viktor’s whole world went dark at that moment. His ears rang, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He was running out to the road before he realized what he was doing. Right past his now late dogs body, he dropped to his knees next to Louise, the blood draining from his face. She was covered in gashes and developing bruises, her arms and legs were bent in ways they shouldn’t be bent, and she was losing a lot of blood fast.

Looking around for some kind of assistance, Viktor realized that the driver of the transport had already made his escape. Due to the secluded area they lived in, nobody else had seemed to notice the crash either. Panicked, Viktor touched Louise’s cheek softly.

“H- Hang in there, ok?! I- I’m going to fix this..” He stumbled over his words, reluctantly leaving them in the street to go get his dad.

Viktor and his father brought Louise and Louis into Viktor’s father's lab. Mr. Dieldrin declared it was too late for both of them; They were both too mangled and damaged to be brought back.No matter how hard Viktor cried and begged his father, he refused.

Crushed by the loss of the only two things he had cared about in the world, Viktor went mad with the idea they couldn’t be brought back separately, but together. He spent months toying with the two corpses in his father's lab. He collected new body parts to rebuild her body, spent hours stitching her back together, and hours practicing his necromancy.

Eventually, when Viktor was fourteen, he was standing over Louise’s long dead body with the final steps in hand. It took him over four hours to complete the final magic needed to bring her back, and when he was finished, he rested his head against the bed she laid on and prayed that this last year hadn’t been for nothing.

And then, he heard it.

“V- Viktor..?”

His lips split in a wide, almost deranged grin.

“Welcome back.~”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #viktor dieldrin #louise null #twisted wonderland writing

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titriwrites · 4 years

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Make Love Your Goal

Because Christmas just doesn’t seem to be @devikafernando ‘s time of the year, here we are again with a third one-shot of Dev and Tom and their adventures on Christmas. Enjoy Christmas, the holidays, whatever you celebrate, or simply a few days off, if you don’t celebrate at all, and join Tom and Dev!

Make Love Your Goal

„I’m so sorry, Tom.“

Dev can hear Tom's sigh all the way from England. And it’s not because of the call, but because it’s so loud, it’d reach her little flat in her bed and breakfast without the help from her phone.

“Please, don’t say anything more.”

He sounds so defeated that Dev almost loses it herself. She’s already cried enough over this. But she can’t change it.

“Let me explain. Please.”

[[MORE]]

“What’s there to explain, Dev?” It’s less defeated and more angry. She needs to be careful now. She doesn’t want to fight. “Last year I understood it perfectly. And I think I made it very clear that I support you in every way that I can. Every way that you let me. Without asking even.”

He’s right. Of course he is. She had to cancel their first time hosting Christmas at his house. He left his family, and he flew out to help her when she had to work. She’s promised it’d be better this year.

And she’s made it almost all the way to Christmas. Again. But their cook had personal problems. He left. Again, they're almost fully booked – something she’s happy about as they’re finally looking forwards again, having more bookings as tourists start coming back to Ireland – and nobody’s there to care for the guests.

She's also explained this to Tom. Yesterday, shortly before he cut her off, told her she couldn’t be serious and then hung up. Only to call her minutes later to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“I know...”

“And then you tell me, you won’t be able to make it here. The second year in a row.”

“I know.”

“And I know about being busy. Hell, I know about not being able to make it. I've spent almost a year in a play. I just made it home from New York. I haven’t seen you in six months.”

“Tom, I know that. If you just let me...”

But he doesn’t just let her. Dev loves her boyfriend, she really does. She’s also really sorry. But damn, this stubborn ass can surely get on her nerves when he wants to. Yes, ‘when’.

“Do you even want to see me?”

“Do I what now? Of course, I do, you arse.”

“Well, then come and see me or just don’t. But that’ll be the last of it.”

And then he hangs up, leaving Dev staring at her phone.

***

Tom’s had days from hell. That what it feels like in the afternoon of the 25th December with nieces running through his backyard, his sisters chatting away in the kitchen and his mum shooting him looks from across the room.

Yes, he’s been grumpy all day. Ever since yesterday night actually. It’s not a long flight from Ireland. It’s not like he’s asking Dev to travel for twelve hours just to see him, right? Right.

He knows she’s incredible busy. He also knows that she didn’t just go and let a cook go just to anger him and leaving him miserable and alone on Christmas day. Well. Not entirely alone. But definitely miserable.

So what if he’s been sulking ever since this morning when his family arrived, reacting more than shocked when they learnt that Dev couldn’t make it, again? He’s got every right. He doesn’t really have a solution either. Or actually, he has. She can go ‘fuck it’, and come over anyway.

At least the turkey in the oven seems to be doing great.

***

Dev hasn't slept in – she checks her watch – 36 hours. She feels like she’s between some kind of floating and sleepwalking. Which isn’t the best when you arrive at an international airport, and still have to make your way all the way south to reach your boyfriend's country house. In one piece. That’d be great.

Even when she makes it on the train she’s afraid to fall asleep. What if she doesn’t wake up for her stop? Then she'd be tired and feeling very sorry for herself.

They told her to go. They, that are her brother and her sister-in-law. They told her to go to her boyfriend, make it right, maybe kick his arse for being mean, but then apologise, kiss and make up.

But she couldn’t in good conscious leave them just be. So, she made herself find a new cook to manage the kitchen. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle, but after searching what seemed to be the entire island of Ireland, she found him in form of an online advertisement. Craig offered to prepare a Christmas meal for a family or group of friends in order to celebrate Christmas with them. Well. Family and group of friends almost fits for the bed and breakfast. A very large family and group of friends at least.

If this was a Hallmark movie, she'd be in love with the new, somewhat lonely cook now and make him stay to work for her forever. But it’s not a cheesy movie, so instead Dev’s overtired and on the way to her boyfriend. Which, ultimately, is better.

***

“Tom, could you get the door?”

It’s very hard not to roll his eyes. It’s his house. Of course he ‘could get the door’. He’s probably single now, but neither deaf nor unable to walk. He’s just preferred not to move. All day. Merry Christmas to him.

But his mum’s second shout of getting that door has him going. It’s only in the hallway that he asks himself, why there could be someone at his door. Sure, he has neighbours but they’re not so close that they just randomly come over on Christmas day to... yeah, to what? Bring Christmas pudding? And Tom swears to god, if the neighbours are at the door to complain about children – now with their parents – run around in the garden, making some noise, he going to kill someone. He’s just in the right mood.

Then he opens the door and almost closes it right after. Because he’s finally gone mad. He’s made it. Dev said she couldn’t come and celebrate Christmas with him and his family. And yet, someone who looks exactly like her is standing at his door.

He checks her over. If maybe it’s a brain tumour he at least wants to enjoy the images it creates. Her suitcase is next to her feet which are clad in her favourite and well trusted ankle boots. She’s wearing skinny jeans, a violet parka, a green scarf and a fitting beanie under which Tom can see her brown hair curling. She’s a bit pale – but beautiful – though, and the bags under her eyes are almost as big as the bag that’s slung over her right shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” he asks and then winces along with Dev. He didn’t want to voice it like that. Really. Instead, he wants to hug her, hold her in his arms, and never let go. Never again.

So, he does.

Dev only has enough time to drop her bag and prepare herself for impact, and then Tom pulls her close, cradling her in his arms.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he mumbles into her neck, inhaling the scent of roses, peach, and some fragrance Tom can’t place except for the knowledge it’s smelling like her. “I’m so sorry I said those things to you. I don’t want this to be over. Not over something like this.”

“’m sorry,” he hears her mumble against his shoulder. “I should have made it immediately. Not cancel at all.”

“It's okay. You’re here now. Thank you for being here.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And as Dev looks up and meets his eyes, and when then their lips finally meet as well, Tom knows that this must be his favourite Christmas ever. Maybe, just maybe, he thinks with the last two brain cells this kiss is leaving him with, she’ll also except the key to his house as a Christmas gift – as he’s planned from the beginning.

#tom hiddleston #fanfic #one shot #Dev + Tom #Make love your goal

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clairles · 4 years

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So, khmm. I kind of created my Discosona, and because I can’t draw, I decided to write about her.

I present to you:

Dana, The Lorry Driver (Her stats: Int-2, Psy-5, Phy-1, Mot-4. Signature skill- Inland Empire) ** In the morning mist, between dozens of lorries, there was almost silence.

The “almost” was a result of one old, indistinctive lorry, the one facing the peculiar, half finished monument.

The “almost” was a rhythmic, tragic beat coming from its cabin.

In contrast to the outside, the cabin interior was invitingly warm, scent of apples and fuel filling the air. Half the space was occupied with firm seat, covered with pillows, each of them in different shade of red and green. The back of the cabin, except of the driver backseat, was covered with countless polaroid pictures, every one of them with different sight, all connected by the small and loopy handwriting. The place and the date.

Sad FM was blasting from the radio, filling the small space with weeping violin and martyred voice. The woman, occupying the front seat was looking out of the window, completely unmoved by the distraught voice in the speakers. Her green eyes, hidden behind the cat eye glasses, was glued to the statue before her. Legs crossed, eyes haunted, she meditated.

She sat without a move for a long time, her mind filled with thousands of thoughts concerning the past, lost battles and secret drug addictions. Her fingers, lost in too long sleeves of too colorful sweater, beat the chaotic rhythm on her knees.

Suddenly, she shook her head, previous trance immediately forgotten. There was a new day, and she prayed to the fortune gods to solution for her Martinaise problem. She looked at her reflection in the small mirror; her red, curly hair was a mess, the humidity not doing them any favors. She sloppily used her thin scarf as a headband, put her long, leather shoes on and got out of the warmth to face the reality.

The outside greeted her with cold breeze, which reminded her of the old, leather jacket hanged on her backseat. It was few sizes too big, but the weight and scent of apples and memories was comforting. The small tag was sewn on its front, announcing everyone who its owner was.

“Dana. The Lorry Driver.”

Out of habit, she put her hands into the pockets. Both small notebook and polaroid camera was safely hidden into the depths of the bottomless pockets.

Her shoes sunk into the ugly mud-snow muck with every step. The small raindrops settled on her glasses.

Dana shivered, missing the warmth of her cabin already. At least her walk wouldn’t be long.

Tommy, her new friend and lorry neighbour stood at the same place she had found him past days. He was humming under his nose, unlit cigarette forgotten between his fingers.

She came closer, without disturbing him. His voice was soothing. She could’ve listen to him for hours.

He noticed her, but spoke only after finishing the song. “Hello, Sunny girl,” he smiled. She returned the gesture.

“Still nothing?”

“Gate’s still closed.”

They sat on the back of his lorry, Tommy sharing his cigarettes with her. He lit hers first, then his own.

Then, there was silence.

Past two days, Dana did nothing more than sat on the back of that lorry, looking into the distance and ripped her soul out in front of that man, in return getting no less than the same. They understood each other, on that floating, meaning full or less level, and she knew that her spirit would remember him always.

“What do you think, how long will we hover in that limbo?” Tommy asked, the air thick from smoke between them.

“I don’t care,” she replied, eyes on the grey sky above. “I like it here. It’s real, you know? Reality harsh and bare, you know? You don’t need to pretend to be someone, you can just sit and watch,” she let out the smoke.

“I feel you, girl,” he nodded, his long fingers beating some rhythm on the metal. “ We’re still young, still have the time to wait, yes. What would you do, if you won’t be stuck here?”

“Travel, somewhere else, as I always do. Don’t have a place in world yet, so there is no barriers. There are so many things I haven’t seen yet, you know? So many adventures to have.” she thought about something, making vague shape with her left hand. “So many things nobody ever saw… Maybe I would see some of them, you know?”

For a moment, there was a silence, but in her mind, there was a storm. All the thoughts, compiled in one. Which one to say? Which to forget? She had to say something, or she would explode. “I want to have a boat, you know? I would live on it, take all kinds of people in the deck and sail with them, wherever the wind would take us. Maybe, perhaps, finally, would see the pale and it’s magnitude. Just imagine…”

Tommy nodded, lost in his own thoughts. He was visibly tired, even she noticed. Different than a day ago, when they talked about dreams and past and their beloved lorries, conversations without a purpose or syntax. She didn’t want to ask; not yet. Their friendship was still fragile, still fresh.

The cigarette burned her finger; she forgot about it, driven by her restless mind. It was hard, sometimes, to keep track of her thoughts.

But the smile, the smile was always there, on her face.

“So many mysteries, Sunny girl,” Tommy muttered, watching the clouds go by. “Around us, in us. Just imagine, understanding all of that, would be…”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, that.”

Around them, the silence abruptly end. First, the flock of seagulls screeched, then the loud sound of a machine filled the air. Beautiful, blue car parked outside the Whirling-in-Rags, and the noise stopped.

“Ahh, the Coupris Kineema again?” Dana muttered, watching the man with orange jacket getting off, heading to the hostel entrance without any side glances.

“Ten says he won’t find what he’s looking for, again.” Tommy said, but she just shook her head with a laugh.

“I am so not gonna bet on something we both know is true,” and they were, of course.

The same day, the sun finally found its way towards the Martinaise. The same day, she argued with racist lorryman and listened to scabs. The same day, she bought another ugly sweater and wore it with pride.

The same day, Dana took the photo with her and Tommy and the sea of lorries behind. The same evening, she pinned it onto her cabin wall, signing it with small, loopy letters:

Martinaise, March 13th, ‘51.

#I wanna thank disco(rd) for being the best people in the universe #and boosting my creative energy till i die #huh #i am stressed about posting it #i don't know #just do this aga #disco elysium #my writing

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tryingtobeclassy · 5 years

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so close I could kiss you . . . lee minho

genre: Minho x female!reader, college au, neighbour au

description: Being neigbours with your close friend can only lead to lots of unexpected adventures, but falling for him wasn’t one you had in mind.

word count: 8.1 k

warnings: swearing, alcohol, gets a bit more heated at some points ig

. . . . .

“Is the concept of sleep that weird to you?” you mumbled while squinting at Minho who was standing in front of your apartment door in just his pyjamas and some duck shaped slippers.

He seemed very eager and excited about his idea. In his head it obviously didn’t seem as flawed as it did in yours. Going to get ice cream isn’t as wild as someone would think. But when it’s almost 1 am and he insists on going to a place that’s a whole hour away by car then it becomes a slight problem.

“You’re a liar if you try to convince me you were sleeping”, he says, knowing damn well how messed up your sleeping schedule was.

“Okay fine”, you give in after the minimum effort he had to put into trying to make you change your mind. But to be honest, you were kind of feeling the idea of ice cream so you quickly put on some shoes and grabbed your car keys and the two of you were off to an adventure.

Moments like this weren’t rare. If it wasn’t Minho, it would be you to come up with some stupid idea that the other one would always end up jumping on in instant. Cause that’s what friends are for. When you were just starting university and moving into your current small, but comfy apartment, you never imagined you’d get this close to a neighbour. Especially since you always highly disliked neighbours or having any kind of interaction with them, elevators being the absolute worst. But one day he just knocked on your door asking if you had mayo so he could put it on his pizza, you subtly shaded him for putting mayo on pizza and instead of taking offence he unexpectedly invited you to join him and his roommate Chan. A bold food choice definitely threw you off at first, but you thought he doesn’t deserve to be crossed off for it. Especially since he was mad cute as well. And your decision lead you to a wonderful friendship.

And it lead you to sitting in your car at 1 am while driving towards a specific ice cream shop.

“I have class tomorrow at 9. I’m actually going to die”, you whine as you glance once again at the clock in the car.

“I suggest you simply don’t sleep”, Minho suggested as if it was the most obvious solution.

“Absolutely terrible idea Mr. Lee. I am a weak human and my organism does not wish to die that way.”

“Then have a power nap in class.”

You had a snarky comeback ready for him, but instead just paused for a second thinking about it. “Honestly not a bad idea.”

The rest of the trip there was pretty much just filled with both of you complaining about uni, how it doesn’t let you breathe and how the approaching exams are already stressing both of you. In the end, the trip to get the ice cream ended up as a good way to just get away from all of that stuff and put responsibilities and thoughts about it on side for a bit.

“Do you think you could go alone?” Minho asked once you finally parked in front of a brightly lit ice cream shop, basically no other cars around you except what you assumed were the workers’.

“What? No. Why?”

“I’m literally wearing slippers.”

“And I literally don’t care. The ducks will match well with my Batman pyjama pants”, you answered shoving him out of the car as he was grunting like a small annoying child. “Where’s that cocky confidence of yours when you need it?”

As you managed to get him out of the car, the two of you made your way to the entrance of the shop, but it would be too easy if you just walked in, so instead Minho abruptly stopped you as he grabbed the hood of your hoodie and pulled you back to him almost chocking you in the process.

“Watch it, dumbass”, you complained as you lightly slapped his hand away, but his attention seemed to be on something completely different.

“Look”, he said and pointed towards a poster hanging up next to the entrance door. “It says it’s a special couples offer and they get 15% off if they buy two cups of ice cream.”

Your brows frowned as you read the poster yourself. “I hope you’re not thinking what I think you are.”

“It’s 15% off, you’ll survive as my girlfriend for five minutes”, he said with his signature smirk and grabbed your hand into his.

With your on going complaining, you two finally got inside. The place was pretty much empty. It had one dude moping the floors, some guy who seemed homeless passed out in one booth with a plate where once was a pancake with ice cream and a girl at the counter – smiling tiredly as you approached her.

“What can I get you two?” she asked trying to be nice, but you could see a judgemental spark in her eyes as she scanned the two of you from head to toe.

“I’ll have one mint and one vanilla”, Minho answered obviously not caring about the cashier. “And what would you like, babe?” he added as he gave you the sweetest smile you ever saw him pull on his face.

For a second your process of thoughts was just cut off. As his hand felt warm around yours, his smile even warmer and then the babe being the final hit. You just blacked out for a second as all of it felt really weird.

“I, uh, chocolate”, you somehow manage to get across your lips.

“Just one?” the cashier asked getting your head back to earth completely.

“Two.”

The plan went completely as Minho wanted. You got the ice cream and you got the discount. And you were on your way home, this time Minho behind the wheel while you were still enjoying one of the best ice creams you ever had the chance to taste.

“Oh yea, I wanted to ask you something?” Minho said after he got bored of nothing but silence and the sounds you smacking your lips and finishing the ice cream. “There’s a party at Changbin’s house tomorrow.”

“He’s that one hella rich friend of yours?”

“Yeah. He said both me and Chan get a plus one to bring to the party so I thought you might wanna go.”

“Sure. I’m always down for some booty shaking.”

He just lightly smiled and mumbled a soft ‘great’ in return. So it was settled. You suddenly had plans for tomorrow as well.

Your little adventure soon came to an end as the car stopped in its destined parking spot and both of you went to your own place. You collapsed in your bed immediately, debating how much do you actually have to go to the morning class, but you just really needed the attendance if you wanted to pass.

You kinda regretted your life choices from last night the moment you woke up, but remembering how good the ice cream tasted, you were soon over it. The class wasn’t as bad as you expected. Not really taking Minho’s advice, you ended up drugging yourself with coffee that kept you alive just long enough to get back home and dive back into your bed. It was Friday so nothing to worry about for tomorrow which only means one thing. Napping! If it could be called a nap cause you passed out and slept for almost six hours. It would’ve been even longer if your hungry stomach didn’t rudely wake you up. After finally giving your body some food to survive, it was time to get ready.

You were going to just some house party with a bunch of students so no need to dress too fancy. Just cute enough to feel good about yourself and if so desired to get a lil bit of action as well. So it ended up being new baggy jeans matched with some fishnets underneath, a cute crop top and heeled boots. For a second you felt like some edgy tumblr post, especially when you added dark red lipstick, but you liked it and felt hot and confident.

Just as you were checking yourself in the mirror in the hallway one last time, Minho barged into the apartment while screaming: “Come on, idiot, we’re approaching the moment that crosses the line of being fashionably late into rudely late.”

He subtly checked you out, but gave a not so subtle compliment after it, “You look hot.”

“Thank you”, you said with a satisfied smile on your face and pushed him out where Chan was waiting.

“Am I not getting a compliment as well?” he asked as he pouted trying to fish for some ego boosting words.

You dramatically rolled your eyes, but still told him he looked cute.

“Damn. I was going more for the homme fatale kind of look”, he said, but you could tell from the confident aura he had around him that he definitely believed he pulled off what he intended.

“Whatever you do, just don’t feed his ego anymore”, Chan joked when he saw you were thinking about something else to add to your list of compliments besides cute.

“Shit, you’re right”, you laughed and left it just at cute.

After taking an Uber, cause all three of you planned on drinking, you finally arrived at the party. Despite talking to Changbin here and there, you two weren’t super close. You did know his family was swimming in money, but the house you arrived to was still way bigger than you expected. Perfect size to have a shit ton of students over for a party. Very brave thinking nothing would end up broken. But anyway, the party was already in full operation. Drunk people everywhere drinking and either sitting around and hanging out or dancing to the loud edm blasting from the living room.

You made your way to the kitchen where you found Changbin sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. He was talking to Felix and a guy you saw like twice, but you believed his name was Hyunjin. He got really excited when he saw the three of you walk in, immediately giving Chan and Minho one of those signature bro greetings while you got a very solid high five.

“Where’s your plus one Chan?” he asked putting his hands around his eyes and mockingly scanning the room.

“Come on, mate, you know all the people I know are the same people you know.”

“We all just kinda hope, you’d finally find some other people to hang out or perhaps even…” he made a dramatic pause while all the boys suddenly acted like they were talking about the weirdest and most wild thing ever when Minho added, “a girl.”

“Y’all are hilarious”, Chan said sarcastically. “I have too much to do. I don’t have time to meet a girl.”

“Yet here you are”, Felix added. “Use the party as an opportunity to meet new people.”

Chan just waved his hands towards them as if he’s trying to blow away all the jokes they were throwing at his account. He took a beer from the counter and disappeared into the crowd.

Hyunjin and Felix were off to their own shenanigans as well so it was just you with Minho and Changbin. Changbin offered you something from all the different alcohol lined besides him on the counter, but from all the various choices, you felt like warming up with some beer first. You drank your beer as you listened to whatever they were talking about with just one ear, your attention mostly observing the crowd.

“Speaking about girls”, Changbin suddenly went back to the first topic, “I always kind of thought the two of you would be a thing by now.”

You almost spat out the beer you were just in the process of drinking, but instead chocked on the gulp you took while Minho just laughed. Both at you and the question.

“Why did you think that?” Minho asked, genuinely curious while you would’ve preferred it if the topic was dropped.

“I don’t know. Both of you have some kind of chaotic energy. I feel like you would fit each other.”

“Well we do”, Minho said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Yeah, as friends”, you added pushing him so he would drop the creepy smirk going on. “I’m just gonna go dance. You two fuck around as much as you want.”

You finished the last few drops of the beer, left it at the counter and let yourself blend into the crowd. The music was loud enough to get all the way to your bones, making you feel every beat in your heart and making you want to dance until your legs give out. You were one with the crowd, yet still stuck in your own little world as the alcohol and music hit your head. Dancing as if there’s not a single worry in your life. Feeling good and feeling happy. But the little utopia your mind wandered off to disappeared as you felt a hand grab your ass and a male figure invading your private space completely. You looked up to see which guy decided to skip a bit too many steps and come to you so confidently just to see your ex-boyfriend arching above you.

“Can you fuck off? You ain’t wanted here”, you said, your voice clearly heating with anger.

“Come on, let’s do it just once like in the old days”, he smiled cockily and pulled you closer into himself making you even more mad.

“I’ll have to pass on that offer.”

You were trying to push him off of yourself, but the dude was persistent as hell and wouldn’t let you go.

“Fuck off!” you yelled again, but you weren’t managing to achieve anything and everyone else seemed to be too immersed in their own worlds to see what’s happening and give a hand. But suddenly you did feel another hand lightly grab your shoulder while the other pushed your ex away.

“She clearly said to fuck away, bro.”

You recognized Minho’s voice and felt his hand protectively pull you towards himself while glaring at your ex with a warning look.

“And who might you be?” your ex asked with a dumb smile as if he doesn’t care about anything in this whole situation.

“Her boyfriend”, Minho said without hesitation, sliding his arm over your shoulder to make it even more convincing.

You could see the dumb smile fade from your ex’s face as he looked at Minho once again. “Can’t believe you went for some pretty boy while you can have a whole man like me, but okay.”

“He’s a bigger man than you, but whatever makes you feel better”, you spat as he was finally going away and disappeared just like he suddenly appeared.

“Holy shit, I really owe you one”, you added while turning to Minho.

“Wanna say thank you in a form of a kiss?” he asked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes and lightly smacked his chest. “How about a dance instead, lover boy?”

“That will work too”, he smiled and grabbed your hand, turning you around.

“Just tone it down a bit with the moves. I don’t wanna embarrass myself next to your perfect dancing.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Minho really was such a good dancer. He moved so effortlessly, but still managed to get you to follow his moves without a problem. It was fun getting lost in the moment – just dancing to the music and being playful. It didn’t even feel weird as his body got closer to you, his legs brushing against yours. You could feel his hand being hesitant when he slid it lower on your back, but as you didn’t push it back and instead gave him a small smile, he slowly got even lower and pulled you closer towards him. The next moment your arms wandered around his neck, getting the two of you dangerously close to the point you could even feel his breath on your cheek. For just a second you glanced towards his lips that were so close to you, you could’ve kissed them if you wanted to. But then something snapped inside you as you realized what’s happening and slowly broke the physical contact, giving him just a soft smile at the end.

“Well that was… fun”, you said trying not to be awkward because of the fact you just got so damn close to your friend to the point you could’ve felt his entire body pressed against yours at moments.

“You complain that you would’ve looked bad besides me, but you’re a surprisingly good dancer”, he answered, not seeming like the situation is awkward in any way for him.

His little compliment made you get a stupid satisfied smile on your face. “Thank you, lover boy.”

After that you hanged out for a bit with other people as well. Ended up even playing some beer pong which just got you completely drunk if you weren’t already. When you were on your way to go home, Changbin had to call the Uber for all three of you and safely set you off home, hoping you wouldn’t end up in some ditch along the way.

“Let me know when you assholes get home”, was the last thing he told Chan before the car door closed.

What happened after became all a bit blurry in your memory. You remember the Uber. You remember getting home. But the next time you were fully yourself again was the morning after when you woke up on your couch still wearing what you had the night before. Minus the pants that were thrown on the floor.

You got up with a burning headache as well as pain in your back from the highly uncomfortable sleeping position and ‘bed’. Like some kind of zombie, with small steps and a lot of grunting, you made your way to the kitchen and put all your energy into making coffee. You sat on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine while waiting for it to be done when your mind started blasting a bunch of memories from last night. Ignoring the major dick aka your ex, the night was pretty fun. You hung out with lots of people, got to play some beer pong, absolutely crushed Woojin at it, danced a bit. And then the memory of you and Minho suddenly came back again and you could feel your cheeks burning up and your heart skipping a beat.

One would say those are clear signs of developing a crush, but you would’ve sworn that wasn’t the case. You believed that was a normal reaction after remembering a moment when you got so physically close to someone, but the fact it was no one else, but a super close friends made the situation a bit weird. For some reason you got worried as if it could impact your friendship with Minho and make it awkward, but common sense was trying to tell you that it really wasn’t all that mention worthy or special in any kind of way.

So you just did your best to push it at the back of your mind and not give it too much thought. And Minho obviously didn’t think much of it as well since nothing changed after that night. No awkward moments, no weird tension. Just you, him and lots of usual dumb shit going on.

Soon enough exams arrived and passed. You were just done with your last one and decided to celebrate so you invited yourself over Minho and Chan’s place where they welcomed you with open arms once they noticed two bottles of wine in your hands.

After a few glasses, all of you were already in Tipsy Land. Chan ended up on the floor whining about life as you were sitting on the couch and putting all your focus onto Minho’s hair you were trying to braid into a beauuuutiful French braid at which you were obviously failing miserably considering your state as well as the length of his hair.

“Wanna just ask random questions and answer truthfully?” Chan asked obviously getting slightly bored as he stared at the ceiling and twirled the glass of wine in his hand.

“Sure. You can go first”, you said while just finishing Minho’s half assed braid that reached only half of his head.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

As the question processed in your head, you squinted at him ready to say something, but Minho beat you to it, “That’s a strong one to start with, don’t you think?”

All three of you laughed before Chan changed it into something a bit tamer, but soon enough you were back to the kind of questions everyone was actually curious about.

“Okay, this one’s for, y/n”, Chan said with a smirk on his face.

“I already hate it”, you mumbled, but you were still interested in what he had to ask.

“If you had to pick someone to date from my and Minho’s little group of friends, who would it be?”

Your eyebrows got almost pierced together as you frowned, but not because of the question that you expected would have made you way more embarrassed than expected, but more because you needed some clarification. “Is that like everyone from the Chan’s Kids group chat?”

“Yep.”

“You two included?”

“Obviously.”

“Changbin already said you would fit me the most”, Minho interrupted with something you completely forgot about.

You felt your cheeks heat again and you weren’t sure what was the reason. But you tried to keep your thoughts collected and not let him know that his little comment got to you. “Well aren’t you feeling confident about that”, you teased.

“I mean, am I not right?” he teased back.

“Can the two of you not flirt while I’m here?” Chan complained after he got back up and proceeded to drink more wine.

“I’m picking Woojin”, you finally said, a dumb smile on your face as you know Minho didn’t get what he wanted.

He suspiciously squinted at you. “Why?”

“He’s sweet and hot.”

“I’m also sweet and hot”, Minho pouted.

“You’re a little bitch”, you joked while pushing him and his cute pout away from your sight. Because you just might give in to him.

“But hot, right?” he asked through a stupid smile as he was obviously enjoying annoying you.

“God, you’re impossible”, you roll your eyes, “sure, a hot little bitch.”

He excitedly punched the air before realizing it was his turn again and thinking of a question. It went on for a few more rounds until Chan got defeated by tiredness and disappeared to his room. You and Minho still weren’t feeling too tired despite the wine, which you completely managed to finish, doing its work.

“I’m kinda feeling pancakes”, you suddenly said and as a response getting a fast head turning from Minho as he stared into your eyes and whispered, ‘brilliant idea’.

This time it didn’t end up with you two going out to get the food, but instead getting everything ready in the kitchen. You managed to find all the needed ingredients so Minho was currently mixing the mixture in a bowl as you were heating the pan.

“You know, you really shouldn’t let me handle heavy machinery when I’m this drunk”, you commented while pouring oil into the pan.

“You literally only turned on the stove and put a pan on it.”

“A heavy pan”, you emphasized, but got only a laugh from Minho.

You offered to try and make the pancakes despite knowing what a complete mess in the kitchen you are. Minho could’ve just taken over the work instead of you and do it properly, but watching you struggle seemed like the more entertaining scenario.

You never made pancakes before and expected it to be easy, but to your surprise – it wasn’t. Or at least it wasn’t because you were either terrible with food or just drunk. Or both. Your first pancake looked like a disaster. But it was your disaster and you were proud of it.

“What do you think?” you asked Minho as your eyes sparkled with excitement.

He looked at it with a somewhat judgy look. “If we’re being honest-“

“We’re not.”

“In that case, it’s the best looking pancake I have ever laid my eyes on. Gordon Ramsay could never.”

“Thought so.” You seemed exceptionally pleased with yourself despite the amount of sarcasm in his sentence.

Putting aside how absolutely wonderful your first try ended up, you still decided to pass the spatula on to Minho and let him do it. Instead of that, you focused on cutting up some strawberries that you luckily found in the fridge. Adding some strawberries to a pancake with Nutella was the second best thing in existence. You were doing a wonderful job with it until suddenly the strawberries weren’t the only thing red. It took you a second to process that you actually managed to cut your finger and it was bleeding out.

“MIIIINHOOOOO”, you scream once the realization hit you.

Turning around and seeing the blood coming from your finger, Minho just grabbed your hand and put it under water. He pulled it out for a second and observed the cut and then just pushed it back under water.

“There’s no need to be so dramatic. It’s not that deep”, he said calmly and you were just super impressed at how well he handled it.

He finished the pancake and turned off the stove so he could order you to go to his room. Entering it, you got hit in the face by the smell of Febreze. You sat on his unnecessarily huge bed while he was looking for some bandages.

“This bed is hella comfy”, you said when your ass felt like it sat on a cloud.

After a little while, Minho finally found what he was looking for so he gently grabbed your hand and cleaned the cut with some alcohol. It stung, but not as much as you expected. It probably really wasn’t as deep as you freaked out in the beginning. He put the bandage and you were as good as new.

“Give me just a sec to really test out the comfiness of this bed”, you said immediately after and threw your body on the bed. Which was a terrible idea cause tiredness instantly hit you like a truck that came out of nowhere. “On a second thought, I don’t think I’m moving.”

“What about the pancakes?”

You got your head up just enough to look at him. “Can you bring them here?”

You were lucky Minho had no food in bed policy and that he absolutely adored your annoying ass cause he really did bring the pancakes to the bed. You managed to eat one before getting fed up and just passing out on the bed once again while he was still devouring the pancakes he had left in his plate.

“Is it fine if I just sleep over here? I literally don’t have the strength to move my legs all the way to my own bed.”

“Sure”, he said as he laid the plate on the night table and whipped his hand into a napkin. “Just don’t grab all the blankets.”

You didn’t expect he’d say yes so fast. He seemed completely chill with you invading his bed and you were more than happy about it because you fell asleep a minute after getting permission to do so. The only problem was the fact you fell asleep on top of the blanket so even if you wanted, you couldn’t grab and drag them away from Minho. Him being nice tho, he didn’t want you to get a cold and somehow rolled you to the side to try and get you off so he could actually cover you instead of the order being all messed up like that.

You slept like a like baby that night. Even almost snuggling up to him to replace him as the stuffed bear you still slept with. Minho’s bed really had to be magical or something because it’s been a while since you got such a good night sleep.

Once you woke up he wasn’t there anymore, but you could still feel the warmth he left behind. You barely made yourself get up and get to your own apartment so you could finally start your day, but it was certainly a struggle to leave such a good bed.

Leaving his room, you found him and Chan seated in front of the tv both eating some kind of form of a breakfast.

“Holy shit, what happened last night?” Chan yelled when he saw you coming out of Minho’s bedroom.

Minho gave him a mysterious smirk while you were the one to roll your eyes, “I just slept over cause I was tired.”

“Sure, you did”, Chan wouldn’t let it go, but he didn’t get more of a chance to joke because you just left their apartment to go to yours.

You tried going on normally with your day. You made breakfast, took a shower, watched tv, but all the time your mind was constantly going back to last night. Nothing of major importance even happened, but for some reason you couldn’t let go how different and good it felt being close to Minho that night. You started overthinking the whole situation. Worrying that maybe, just maybe, your feelings for him weren’t completely platonic anymore. Otherwise how would you explain your heart racing each time you thought about getting closer to him. Even remembering when you danced with him and had a chance to kiss him. What would’ve happened if you did it? Would he back away? Or would he actually have liked? You just couldn’t stop thinking about him, but you were still trying to convince yourself it’s nothing to worry about. It’s just normal human nature to like the presence of another human, right?

Well with those thoughts pushed aside, you tried to keep your cool and not do anything dumb when he asked you the next day to go some grocery shopping. He would always ask you to go with him cause apparently it was too boring and unbearable without you.

“How’s your attempt to eat healthier going?” he asked you while picking up some vegetables.

You let out a deep dramatic sigh. “Terrible. Lasted like twelve hours before I ate a whole box of ice cream.”

“Isn’t that a new record though?”

Your face lit up with a satisfying smile. “It is. Thank you for noticing.”

“You’re getting better by an hour. One day you might get to a whole day”, he teased and your smile instantly turned into a slightly annoyed frown.

“Not all of us have a will as strong as rock to just live on grass.”

He skewered you with a dirty look. “Those are some harsh words for someone who eats at least four times a week at our place.”

Uh oh. He got you there so it was better to just shut up before you lose your lunch for the next day. Minho wouldn’t hesitate to doom you to some instant ramen noodles. You focused on the food around you. You were in the dairy section so you took some milk for yourself, but as Minho can never decide which yoghurt to take, you were getting slightly impatient. You were trying to kill time by just pushing around the shopping cart and then pushed your body on the handle getting your feet on the metal below the cart as if you were five again. You got surprised when Minho’s hands suddenly ended up around you on the handle and his body arching over yours.

“I feel like a dad with an embarrassing child”, he said while starting to push the cart with you still in your stupid position.

You felt your heart race once again as he got so close to you even starting to freak out when his body slightly brushed over your back. You suddenly started realizing that perhaps all the thoughts you were trying to push aside might have been your true feelings. The two of you would share physical contact in the past as well through hugs and similar stuff and yet you never felt like this. You had to admit to yourself that you might actually be in love with your neighbour.

Once again you started thinking about it way too much. Whether it’s actually real or not. You might have just been single for too long and want a guy’s attention. But then why would you freak out at just the mere thought of you ending up dating him. Whatever it was, it was stupid. Because what are the odds of him actually liking you back. He might flirt with you sometimes, but that doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just how the two of you worked even though it lead to this – you actually catching feelings like some kind of disease.

You refused to go to his place for lunch the next day. Said you already ate. You just didn’t feel like seeing him and getting tired from the rollercoaster of emotions. At the end of the day, you felt like going insane. You just had to get out, but you also had to talk to someone before exploding. So you grabbed your car keys and knocked on their door. Luckily for you, Chan opened.

“Wanna get some fried chicken?” you asked him.

He blinked a few times as a confused look formed on his face. “Aren’t you here for Minho?”

“No.”

He became even more confused. “It’s 11 p.m.”

“Please, Chan. It’s… important.”

It’s hard to tell if it’s his own curiosity about the situation or just the way you looked at him from which he could clearly see that you were distressed, but he accepted your offer and soon enough you were driving through the night to get some fried chicken.

“So what’s up?” he asked trying to get some answers over what’s going on.

“Okay, so… I’m not sure how to really tell you this, but-“, you made a long pause as you were trying to search for the perfect words. But how does one tell someone they’re in love with a friend who also happens to be their roommate. You simply don’t get the instruction for that in some guidebook. In the end, the only and best thing to do is to just say it and finally put it out there. “I think I might be in love with Minho.”

For a second there was nothing but silence and the sound of your car working and rushing through the dark streets. But then, after he finally processed your words, Chan smiled widely.

“Honestly I was just expecting when this would happen, but what I did not expect is that you’d be so serious over it”, he said while a soft laugh escaped his lips.

“Bro, it is a serious thing”, you got all heated up in a second.

“No, it’s a simple thing”, he corrected you. “You like him and he probably likes you. You two just have to figure it out finally.”

Just the hypothetical words of ‘he probably likes you’ made your blood rush to your cheeks. “Why do you think he likes me?”

Chan shrugged his shoulders. “I’m his friend and roommate. I can tell by the way he flirts with you. He doesn’t do that with any other girl. He gets all smiley and excited when he talks about you. Plus you constantly have some weird ass tension going on between the two of you.”

“N-no we don’t”, you stuttered for a second.

He gave you one of those ‘I ain’t buying your bullshit’ looks. “Of course not”, he said, pouring a whole bucket of sarcasm into that sentence. “I literally feel like if you two were left alone in a small room with nothing to do for two hours, you’d just end up fucking.”

“Jesus Christ, Chan, I get it!” you screamed at him as your palms got so sweaty you felt like you were gonna crash into the nearest traffic light.

“Look. I can’t help you in a way to go as your private detective and try to find out how he feels. He never comes forward with his crushes. You’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.”

“But I don’t know how to do that”, you whine just as you arrived to the drive thru for KFC. “Hopefully chicken will make me feel better.”

You ordered a whole bucket for four that was waiting in Chan’s lap for you to get home.

“What if I fuck up the friendship?”

“You won’t”, you get as an immediate answer from Chan. “He cares about you too much to completely break up the friendship over something like that.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Once you arrived home, you took a plate of chicken and Chan went home with the rest as you still didn’t feel like facing Minho. You were tired and simply didn’t have the strength to deal with anything anymore that night. You ate the chicken and went straight to your bed, but couldn’t sleep because thoughts were once again occupying your mind. Thinking about the possibility of Chan actually being right. Thinking about what you should even do.

Before you were able to come up with a proper answer for that, you fell asleep. You still didn’t come up with anything smart even when Minho called you over the next day to help him put up a new mirror in the bathroom. Saying no was your first instinct, but you felt like he would start getting suspicious over why you started avoiding him. So there you were. Sitting on the toilet while looking whether or not the mirror is perfectly aligned.

“A bit more to the left”, you said while intensely staring at it.

“Your left or my left?”

“We have the same left”, you rolled your eyes, but still laughed.

When the mirror finally looked decent, he gave you a high five for good work and proposed some pizza for lunch to celebrate. Despite still trying to get away from him before you decide what you wanna do, you didn’t have a good enough excuse why not, so pizza with Minho it is. But the bathroom door seemed to have a different kind of plan prepared for you as the doorknob broke off into Minho’s hand when he tried opening the door – leaving the two of you trapped inside.

“Are you shitting me right now?” you frown. You tried taking the doorknob from him and putting it back, but it wouldn’t work. And his attempt didn’t end up much different.

“It can probably be opened from the other side”, you said after some observing.

“Yeah, but Chan isn’t home.”

“Can you call him?”

Luckily, at least he brought his phone in with himself, but after calling him, you were doomed to be trapped in the bathroom for at least an hour as Chan had something else to do.

“What the hell does he have so important going on right now?” you asked while getting slightly irritated.

But only after you stopped worrying over how you’re gonna get out and settled with the fact you’ll have to wait for a bit for Chan to let you free, you realized the situation. It was literally what Chan mentioned the night before. Just you and Minho, trapped in a little room with no entertainment. Talk about wild coincidence. For a second you started freaking out a bit, but remembering that it’s literally just Minho with who you constantly spend time alone, your heart rate soon became normal again.

“I wish I could call the pizza man, but no one could let him in”, Minho whined, not getting pizza obviously being his main issue here.

An hour passed soon enough. You were killing time first by just talking, but as you got bored you helped Minho clean his part of the bathroom cabinet, you played tic tac toe with toothpaste on the perfectly aligned mirror, cleaned said mirror. And after almost three hours Chan still wasn’t back. You couldn’t help but feel like he might be doing it on purpose. But as four full hours in there were approaching, both you and Minho started to slowly lose your minds from not knowing what to do.

Once again you were seated on the floor, your backs against the bathtub.

“Have you been okay the past few days?” Minho suddenly asked catching you completely off guard with such a question.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem kind of out of it. Like your head is just floating in the clouds half of the time”, he said and then moved his head to look you in the eyes, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Perhaps you’ve fallen in love?”

He was obviously teasing you. Just like teachers would do when a kid wouldn’t pay attention in class. But it still made you heat up as if someone pushed your body into an oven. You weren’t sure what exactly to do, but for some reason, being honest felt like the best thing.

“I did. So?”

The attitude came out of nowhere and it certainly managed to throw Minho completely off.

“Wait, seriously?”

You gave him a short nod before turning your head and gaze in front of you so you could break the eye contact because it was becoming too much for you.

“So who’s this lucky guy of yours?” he asked scooting closer to you as if he’s about to hear some hot tea being spilled.

“No one special.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. You always tell me everything.”

“I kinda want to keep this one for myself”, you said while doing all your best to seem chill and not letting the chaos from inside of you get to the surface.

He shut up for a second, but you could tell this wasn’t over yet. He leaned his elbow on the edge of the bathtub to support his head that was now, as well as his upper body, completely facing you. “You worried?”

You gave him a short confused huh as a response, not really sure what he meant.

“You worried he’d turn you down or something?”

“Why would that be stopping me from telling you?”

“I don’t know. I’m just guessing.”

Suddenly there was silence. You glanced at him and saw him warmly looking at you, as if just his eyes are trying to tell you that he will be here no matter what. The silence felt heavy since you could just hear your heartbeat a lot more intensely.

“Then why don’t you wanna tell me?” he asked again, breaking the silence for a second.

Your body still felt hot. Your heartbeat was literally ringing in your ears. You felt as if gravity was pulling your entire body down as it felt heavy. “I guess I’m worried”, you said, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

You mustered just enough courage to not let your gaze drop and kept looking him into his eyes that seemed confused for a second, but then something sparked inside them. At that point your faces were so close that once again if you wanted and had the courage, you could’ve kissed him. But that didn’t work out, unfortunately. You didn’t get to lean over and give him a kiss because it was him who slowly got closer, locking your lips into a very short peck. Simply just brushing your lips against each other. For a second he moved back, as he was trying to tell whether he read the situation correctly. But seeing your lips form into a gorgeous wide smile, his lips quickly found their way back. Crushing against yours into a deep kiss. Another one. And another one. And soon enough his hand grabbed your leg and smoothly pulled you into his lap, your legs on each side of his body. He was kissing you with so much passion as his hands were holding your body, trying to press you as close as he can towards himself.

His lips tasted like mint. His hair felt soft going through your fingers. And it felt warm and safe being so close to him. You felt like you could’ve stayed like that forever, but just a moment later, you heard the door opening and Chan entering the apartment. Both of you quickly got up and fixed yourself before the bathroom door opened and you were finally set free.

“Sorry it took me so long. You two okay?”

“Splendid”, Minho smirked and went out, giving you a little wink behind Chan’s back.

Feeling a bit shaky from what just happened, you slowly went out, but just as you were passing Chan he stopped you by grabbing your arm and quietly asking, “Everything good?”

“Of course. Don’t worry”, you answered giving him just a cheeky little smile to go with it.

You went back to your apartment and threw your body on the couch just wanting to scream from so much joy into the pillow. Although you didn’t really get to actually talk with Minho about this since your mouths were too busy doing something else so you didn’t want to get too excited over it. Perhaps he just wanted to kiss you and end it at it. You never know. You couldn’t tell just where exactly were you standing with him as of that moment.

Being trapped in the bathroom for so long, it was already late afternoon. You microwaved some leftovers since you were starving and then just watched the tv while debating what to do next. But once again Minho was a step ahead of you when he sent you a text just saying to come over.

You didn’t think too much about it and just got up and walked into their apartment.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked when you saw him sitting on the couch.

He got up, walked up to you and gently pulled you closer. “How about we talk about it over dinner tomorrow?” he asked with his usual confident smile before landing a short kiss on your lips.

“Tomorrow doesn’t really work for me”, you teased which made him just squeeze you in a tight hug.

“You really are impossible sometimes”, he laughed.

But already the moment later he was planting more kisses on you. They felt a lot more hungry this time so it wasn’t all that surprising when you ended on his bed, your hands wandering under his shirt feeling his hot skin and his wandering all over your body slowly undressing you. You never expected that a day that started with a mirror would end up with you passionately kissing Minho and feeling his gentle touch on your naked skin.

The night ended up in the best possible scenario you could’ve thought up in your head and your heart and body were filled with so much joy. Making you wish it would never end.

But the next morning came soon enough. And you woke up in his bed once again. Everything looked the same like last time, but the feeling was different. Just like last time, he was already up, just his presence still laying in bed. You got up and took one of his shirts being thrown over a chair, put it on and made your way outside in search for food. And just like last time you found Chan on the couch with a cereal bowl in his hands.

“Yo, Chan”, you called his name. “This time something happened last night”, you exclaimed all proud and cocky which just made him laugh out loud.

“Heard you’re having a special date tonight”, he added.

“Damn right I am.”

Despite feeling like just boasting the entire morning over your night, you still thanked Chan. Because who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t give a few words of encouragement. You’d still stay trapped in the bathroom, but the scenario might have played out differently. But it didn’t. And you got what you wanted. You got Minho and it can only get wilder from this point on. And you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for you and your favorite idiot.

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for the trope mash up #6 bookshop au and #52 marriage of convenience Jake/Cougar

The Losers fandom really likes bookshop AUs. What’s with that? I mean, I’m not complaining, but what are the odds of getting three of them?

AH WELL. I admit that I had a hard time deciding what time period to put this in and I ended up choosing one I hadn��t done before (and one I happen to be very much intrigued by right now). So, below the cut you will find my ideas for a story with these two tropes in it — a Fantasy AU, to be more precise ;)

Working in a bookshop is, in fact, a dream come true for Jake. He grew up poor in the huge, bustling capital and never really saw much aside from the nearby houses and his father’s smithy. There was this kind lady a couple of houses down that taught him how to read, though, and Jake loved it from the very start. So, as he grew older, he read whatever he could get his hands on which, admittedly, wasn’t much. Still, for a couple of hours he was able to dream of faraway lands and kings and queens and valiant adventures, and books became a bit of a refuge for him.

So, at the age of fifteen, when he is offered a job at a bookstore instead of his father’s smithy, he takes it. And he LOVES IT. Maybe he reads more than he should, but some days are slow and the owner is okay with it. The fact that the bookshop is in a nicer part of town also means that Jake earns quite a lot of money and even if he gives most of it to his mom and sister, at least he feels like he’s moved up in the world.

It is in the bookshop that he reads his first spellbook. And, sure, he’s probably not supposed to try them out because only mages are allowed to, but who’s to know? Some of the spells are absolutely wicked and Jake just gets bored easily. No harm done, right?

Jake is twenty-four and comfortably content with his life when a new customer steps inside the shop. Jake has never seen him before but the man is, without a doubt, the prettiest Jake has ever seen and his clothes are far too nice to belong to a commoner. So the guy is undoubtedly a noble of some kind and Jake makes sure to be extra polite when the man asks for help to buy a book for his sister. Jake gives some tips and somewhere along the way lose track of time entirely, giving the stranger a lengthy review of several of Jake’s favourite books before he even realises what he’s doing. The stranger doesn’t seem to mind, however, and Jake might blush a bit when the man smiles at him. His name is Carlos, Jake learns, and he might be a little bit smitten.

Eventually, they find a book for Carlos’s sister and Jake is disappointed to see him go. But, hopefully, Carlos might come back some other time.

And, of course, he does. Several times.

The first couple he really does have books to buy, but, after a while, he seems to show up just to talk to Jake. Or, well, listens to Jake, because Carlos doesn’t talk much, but that’s fine — Jake talks for the both of them. Jake can tell that Carlos is pretty damn rich, even if he clearly tries to hide it, and therefore never lets himself believe this is anything but a casual acquaintance, but a part of him wishes it was more. It doesn’t take long at all before the mere sight of Carlos makes Jake’s heart race, and every time Carlos does say something, Jake has to hold back a delighted shiver. Besides, Carlos is so damned pretty with his dark, warm eyes, long, soft hair, and that subtle confidence that makes Jake’s knees a little weak. He can tell that they’re very different — not just their personalities but class and such as well — and he knows it would never work, but he can dream, right?

Jake is surprised the day he realises that they’ve known each other for over five months. It feels both longer and shorter, somehow, and he’s so helplessly in love he doesn’t know what to do with himself half of the times. So he talks instead, about himself and his dreams and things he’s read about. The one thing they rarely talk about is Carlos and whoever he might be, but that’s fine because Jake doesn’t need to know. He’s curious, sure, but wouldn’t dream of asking.

After the six-month mark rolls around, Jake realises that maybe he should have. That’s when the betrothal between the prince — not the heir to the throne but an important part of the royal family nonetheless, Jake is told — and a neighbouring land’s princess is announced. The entire city is celebrating and Jake is happy, too, until he happens to see the announcement posters and that’s Carlos — Jake would recognise that face anywhere. Carlos is the prince.

Jake isn’t surprised that he didn’t know — he’s way, way below the nobility and he has no idea what they look like — but he realises just how stupid he’s been. And how insulting. He could probably be thrown in jail for some of the things he’s said to the fucking prince, and knows he has to do better.

So next time Carlos comes around, Jake congratulates him on his engagement and makes sure to use the proper titles and as good manners as he can manage. Carlos, surprisingly, looks like his heart just shattered into pieces. That doesn’t help Jake at all because he’s still trying to swallow the fact that the man he’s in love with is getting married and he’s the fucking prince so Jake should cut his losses and move on. But he doesn’t want to, especially not when Carlos swallows and tells him it’s just politics. A marriage of convenience and alliances. He doesn’t actually want to marry, but doesn’t really have much of a say on the matter.

And that’s when Jake realises that his story won’t end as happily as his books do. Neither of them is getting a happily ever after.

When Carlos’s leaves that time, Jake is pretty sure he won’t be coming back. That would just be rubbing salt in the wounds.

Jake is absolutely correct.

He doesn’t see Carlos for over two months and tries very hard not to let the heartbreak show, but he’s pretty sure Jess can tell. She kind enough not to ask, though, which is a small blessing.

Then, one quite regular Thursday, a lady steps into the shop. Had her face not been plastered all over the city, Jake might not have recognised her, but he knows this is Carlos’s fiancée.

He has no idea what to do with that.

So he tries to act natural and asks how he can help, only to find himself scrutinised within an inch of his life. Carlos’s fiancée is very beautiful but also quite terrifying, and Jake’s heart starts racing when she blatantly asks him if he’s the one her fiancé is mooning over. He doesn’t know how to respond because he had no idea, but she seems to take his silence as confirmation. And Jake knows he must be in deep shit now. She’s a princess and if she thinks that he’s encroaching on her turf, she could have him hanged.

But first she asks him if he loves Carlos back and, without really meaning to, Jake stutters out a yes. If he’s going to die, he at least wants to have that said out loud.

He loves Carlos.

To his surprise, the princess smiles and looks relieved, of all things. And then asks him to please elope with her fiancé. Jake feels he’s entitled to looking confused at that point.

She explains that neither of them wants to marry but she’s the heir so she can’t exactly run off, not to mention that she’s actually quite keen to rule her homeland. Carlos, on the other hand, is only second in line with younger siblings to take over, should something happen to his older sister. So, the princess argues, Carlos could totally break the engagement and run off into the sunset with Jake. It would be a scandal, for sure, but the princess is certain their countries will manage an alliance even without a marriage, if nothing else when she takes the throne.

Jake stands dumbfounded but, when pressed, nods.

He would very much like to be together with Carlos, even if it means running away for a little while. The princess assures him of that too — Carlos’s parents are much too kind of exile them for eloping, but they might want to stay away until the worst of the scandal has died down, at the very least. Meaning that Jake doesn’t have to leave his sister and young niece permanently. For a little while, sure, but they’ll be back.

Once satisfied with his answer, the princess leaves, giving Jake ample time to freak out about the whole thing. He even starts having regrets, wondering if it’s a trap somehow, up until the point where there’s a knock on his door the following night and finds Carlos and the princess standing outside. Jake, again, is a little too stunned to react, especially when he sees the simple travelling clothes Carlos is wearing.

But the princess explains that the sooner they leave, the better. The planning for the wedding has already started and it will be less of a waste if they go now. Not to mention that someone might figure out they’re eloping and try to stop them. Jake stops only long enough to ask Carlos if he’s aware of what he’s doing. He’s no doubt going to be the one who’s hit with more consequences, but Carlos just looks at Jake, his gaze serious and so full of hope and determination that Jake can’t breathe. Then says:

“It’s worth it.”

And that settles it for Jake.

Their departure ends up being on pretty short notice and Jess isn’t happy at all, except she really is because she wants what’s best for her brother and he’s been so miserable this past couple of weeks. She takes the time to give Carlos a quick shovel talk, thank the princess for her solution to the problem, and then proceeds to pack Jake and Carlos some food for their journey.

Jake thanks the princess too, but she assures him that he’s really doing her a favour by eloping with her fiancé. And, for that, she tells them that if they ever run into any trouble, they should head for her homeland and ask for Princess Aisha. She’ll make sure to help them.

And, just like that, Jake finds himself sneaking out of the capital with a wayward prince and, as he laces his fingers together with Carlos’s and gives him a shy but happy smile, he knows this is just the beginning of their adventures together.

THE END.

Aaaaand yeah. How about that? I could easily go on about their adventures (which would involve the magic I only managed to throw in as a small footnote here) and dragons and whatnot. But you’ll have to settle for this ;)

And yes, I know that the marriage of convenience wasn’t between Jake and Cougar but no one said it had to be! This worked better with my idea xD

#Amethystina Does Memes #Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up Meme #The Losers #Jake Jensen #Carlos 'Cougar' Alvarez #secondalto

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