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ameliawarnerr · 1 year

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Evanescent Sequel

Chapter 5

-Main Character Pov-

Lucas is eccentric. Even more than Jake when we had first…met? No, talked. Came across each other? Jake was strange but I had found that strangeness cute while Lucas is alarmingly unusual at times. What leaves his mouth might be discussed in his head four times and even then it might not be the complete truth. Easily blaming it on his job doesn’t help since Jake is in the same field and he doesn’t give the aura that he’s testing me with every move.

Lucas’ apartment is similar to Jake’s except for the colours he has chosen. Dark blue and white. They go well with each other but I guess his colours would be… great, I cannot even select a colour or two based on his personality which changes with every minute that passes.

He closes the door behind me. “So,” He begins looking down at his watch. “We have approximately fifteen minutes before Jake comes back.” Then he tears his gaze off the watch and looks at me with a smile. “That’s about enough time for us.”

“For us to do what?” I jump straight to the question bugging me.

He sighs and I find that gesture the most real and genuine thing he has done ever since we met. Then, the face he had put on to charm me vanishes. He’s serious and… unsure.

“Listen. I bet you have plethora of questions right now. But I don’t think we have time for that. So answer me this: what happened in the elevator?” He leans back against the door. We stand by the door as we talk.

“Nothing of your concern, Lucas. I have no idea what you are getting at. All you are doing is asking me questions. And I will—”

“Jake hardly opens up.” His words stop me since they hold such truth in them. “But he did tell us about you and trust me, it was less like an emotional rollercoaster like it was supposed to be and more like a factual explanation of what had happened.” He shakes his head with a small smile. “Like he was talking about a case or something.”

“I can believe it. But it’s not like he can’t get emotional. He just needs—”

“The right person. I know. That guy’s an emotional fool, just doesn’t let it show. Similarly, he gets clouded with emotions and can’t see past them, sometimes. That is why I need you to be honest with him.” He looks at me hopefully.

“I had been dishonest with him.” I say, looking at the ceiling. “And I guarantee you that it has made to my lists of regrets, top 3.” I find the courage to look at him again. “So when I tell you that I am not here to trick him or anything, you have to believe me. Hurting Jake, it’s the last thing I want to do, ever.”

“Good. Because I wouldn’t let you. The only reason I am here and not Garrett is that Jake is adamant to let anyone know the stuff he’s going through. Garrett couldn’t see through him but I did.” His deep voice turns lower and lower with every second.

I gaze down. “I know. I did the damage and you might had to deal with it. And now that he’s in a good place again,” I shrug. “I barge in once again. I know how ill-intended I might look with the timing and all—”

“Hey, hey. I don’t want you to feel bad. God,” He runs his hand through his hair. “What I want, in truest words, is for you to make him feel again. Well, he feels, of course but there are certain sets of emotions he doesn’t process properly or doesn’t try. I know his potential at life if only he’d embrace his emotions rather than finding a way lock them up somewhere.” He takes a step closer, his finger pointing at me. “Find the bloody key or break down whatever walls he has built, I don’t care. Just set them free. You can make him feel little things, I saw it on his face. So my intention isn’t breaking you two apart but it’s, I don’t know, mission Make-Jake-feel-again. I’d have Garrett help us if it requires that.”

I have found myself thanking God for putting certain people in my life time and again. Jake had always been one of them. However, I’d never gathered that I’d thank God for putting people like Lucas in Jake’s life. People who truly care for him and would not leave him, unlike the old me.

“You are trying to set us up?” I smirk, trying to hide the distinct types of tensions building in me. I am staying at Jake’s, I guess I would have to hide them for a little more time.

He blankly stares at me, his mouth falling a tiny bit open. His pointed finger rest by his torso again. Then he blinks. “Dammit, yes. Exactly. Why didn’t I say that earlier?” He questions himself.

“I don’t know, maybe you should work on your conversational skills, after all.”

He snorts, then laughs. He points his finger again at me. Then, he altogether his expression changes and he brings his hand closer to his face. “Okay, our first summit has to end.”

He grabs me by my shoulders. “Lucas, what are you doing—”

He opens the door with my back at it. “Throwing you out of my house before Jake comes in here and sees his extra soft pillows I stole.”

He pushes me out. “Bye.” He smiles and closes the door.

“Bye.” I say to the door.

I stand there looking at the door for a second, I wish with all my heart that nobody saw us parting ways after our first “summit”. Even if someone saw, I could just walk with my head down. I turn around, failing instantly as the elevator doors part revealing Jake walking towards me.

His eyebrows furrow in question. Well, I am basically standing outside Lucas’ apartment, I’d question myself too. He looks around as he nears me.

“Did you forget my apartment number?” He wonders as his eyes linger at the door I was practically thrown out of. “Where’s Lucas?”

Jake Donfort’s apartment number has been carved in my memory ever since I got it from someone. The day I showed up at his door wasn’t the first time I had come to this building. That was the day I could no longer come near to the point of knocking at the door but leave, I had no choice but to swallow up every tinge of guilt and become selfish for my family.

“Lucas suggested to accompany until you were back.” My voice lowers with emotions. “I appreciate it.” I add, putting a smile. I cannot give him the slightest hint of anything significant happening while I was in Lucas’ apartment.

“Alright. I hope he didn’t say or do anything stupid. Let’s go.” He guides me.

“Why do you say that? It’s not like he’s an idiot. I mean, he can suddenly get mean but I bet he has good intentions.” Knowing Jake and how he analysis things, even the people he comes across, he must be aware of it.

“I know. But he can be an idiot at times. His way of dealing with issues is no way similar to mine so we get in arguments sometimes. We become passively aggressive and Lucas is a very active person. So it’s not entirely nice seeing him turn passive.” He explains. He opens the door for me. “And serious. Seriousness shouldn’t be anywhere near him. Garrett and I make sure of it.” I smile at the thought. They are just three guys look out for each other. That’s the familiar sense of wholesomeness that reminds me of the guys from Duskwood.

I step inside the apartment followed by Jake. “Doesn’t it remind you of Dan?” I question, wondering if he thinks of them are occasions too.

“It does. Only he would never be patient enough to become a secret agent.”

I turn around as Jake closes the door with one hand. His eyes briefly scan my face before he looks away. I feel my heart take a painfully slow beat. Perhaps, the conversation from the elevator made him uncomfortable. I hate this tension but I also don’t know how to get rid of it unless confronting it upfront which I highly doubt is the right thing to do.

I expect him to pass by me or guide me to the living room. But instead, his hand stays on the knob, grabbing it tightly. He leans back against the door as he gazes up at me again.

This time his gaze doesn’t make me doubt. It’s welcoming. It’s comforting.

Then he smiles and looks away shaking his head.

“What?” I query.

He’s still shaking his head. “It’s like I am running laps and you are the finishing line I am passing again and again.” He stops shaking his head. That’s his perception of my reappearance in his life. Again and again.

There wasn’t much space between us to begin with but I still take a step forward. “Well, do you plan to stop any time soon?”

He considers it, knowing I am again asking the answer to the question I asked him in the elevator.

“You know, I could run a little longer and stop at a point farthest away from the finishing line.” My heart is screaming for my attention by beating loudly. I know you could, Jake. But I don’t want you to.

“Yes, you could.” I settle for that instead. I don’t want to push him because I think there could be more to us.

His hand leaves the knob, his posture straightens and I think he’s closer than before. His face is like he’s about to say something, something bad, a rejection. An explanation of all the facts stating why we should not be here together. The facts I am already aware of. But I’ll listen to them. I’ll listen to everything he has to say.

“Yes, I could.” He says, looking above my head. This time, he takes a step forward evidently. “And yet,” His gaze descends to my face. His eyes are so very clear at the moment. And I remember how his eyes had been a mirror to his emotions. Whatever he has decided, it’s completely clear to him. “I want to stand, right here, in front of you.” His had touches my cheek lightly. “I want to stop running, MC. I want this to be the finishing line.” His voice is breathy, it engulfs me.

Then, something unleashes inside of me. “Are you sure, Jake? I mean, you understand that—”

“Are you seriously questioning my judgement?” He playfully asks.

“No, I am not.” Because I am totally serious. “You didn’t even have any time to think, really.”

“I can handle quick decision-making.” He reasons. The easy smile on his lips, making me forget words.

“I know you can. But at least take a little more time to be completely sure?” I offer. I don’t understand my reaction well, to be honest. Maybe I did expect him to say no.

“I’m afraid I’d have to say no. I am an extremely busy person and a little impatient, recently.” My cheeks heat up but words wouldn’t stop coming from my mouth.

“That’s not what I mean. I am not questioning your judgement nor am I calling you a poor decision maker. The amount of time you’ve had to decide is just not enough. Maybe you aren’t,” His eyes glance at my moving lips and back at my eyes as he tries hard to be patient to listen to me babble. “Considering things with—”

Then, I realise he wasn’t looking at my mouth to see the movements of it but rather how to stop them. I trust his quick decision-making whole heartedly now more than ever. Because assurance of his lips against mine is exactly what I needed, exactly what I had been aching for all these years.

His hand has descended from my cheek to my neck as his lips moves against mine. That’s a sweet way to say shut up.

He pulls back, not too far. “Is that enough to kill your anxiousness?” He asks.

“What if I say no?”

His easy smile is back. “That’d be an invitation.”

#duskwood #writing #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fanfiction #jake_duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #dan duskwood #jessy_duskwood #jake duskwood #mc x jake #jake x reader #duskwood dan

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aylinaliens · 1 year

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hello :) i saw your post where you said that tinn reminds you of sarawat (among other emotionally repressed queer male leads) and wow great minds must think alike as i made a similar post to that a few days ago! wat is still on my list of top bl boys and i’m sure that by the end of the series tinn will be as well. as you said, guys like him pine from afar and are more than pleased with just that as long as they get to keep this person in their life, no matter what form that takes in the end. they wear this mask of apathy, and at times hostility, all in order to hide what the other person means to them and the lengths they’re willing to go for their happiness, regardless of whether they know of their efforts or if it’s at the expense of themself. anyways, i’m glad that others seem to be enjoying this silly little show as much as i am!

hello!! within the first few minutes of msp i was hit with this nostalgic feeling—something about tinn felt so familiar, so instantaneously endearing. it’s because he reminds me so much of my fav emotionally repressed queer leads. except he’s not a carbon copy of them if that makes sense? he has his own flavor and personality while still maintaining what we saw sarawat/kurosawa/lwj/etc. go through.

the pining and yearning and wishful hope that maybe one day they would look at you and actually see that you have been standing there this whole time with your heart and soul bared. but…well…that’s scary. whether it be rejection, low self-esteem, or simply just the acknowledgement that it’s better to keep that mask in place…there is something holding them back. the one thing i love about dynamics like this is that the emotionally repressed one is going to have that big italicized Oh moment where they maybe get this burst of bravery to fight for what they want.

i think it’s neat that going into msp i had zero expectations. i was hoping for something silly and fun to balance out the heavy stuff i was rewatching. i didn’t think i would be this enamored or sucked in. although i don’t *love* 2gether like i used to anymore too, wat is still a character that i hold near to my heart (and tine!!).

tinn is just that type of self-sacrificial character who just wants the person he likes to be happy. sure, he sort of messes around and teases gun but it’s never malicious or cruel. it seems like tinn is actually amused that he can get gun riled up. there’s never any ill intention behind what he does, in fact the poor lovesick fool was so earnest asking people to vote for gun’s band. he did the totally innocent thing of doodling his crush!! he takes satisfaction in hearing gun refer to himself with tinn’s last name. tinn just…he has a lot of strong feelings and he might not know what to do with them outwardly whenever he’s around gun but he sure knows what to do behind the scenes.

anyways. thank you for sending this! i’m glad that other people are enjoying this silly little show too. i have a lot of feelings about it already which is wild considering there is only 1 episode out. i can’t wait to watch tinngun grow as characters and learn their backstory! i cannot wait until episode two comes out tomorrow 🥰

#uh. so i’m totally normal about msp.#i can’t explain it well but msp is nostalgic and comforting #it makes me happy and warm inside 🥺#my-year-2002 #kay answers #my school president #my school president the series #tinngun #sufa 💌

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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i don’t wanna do this (i don’t wanna lose this)

eighteen plus blog minors dni

summary -> it’s all fake, every piece of it scripted and perfected for the camera, even the upcoming break-up you pretend doesn’t break your heart.

words -> 2.5k

warnings -> fake relationship, use of name (bucky calls the reader by her character’s name, lucia, once) nickname uses (baby, sweetheart) co-workers/friends to lovers, no smut, not beta’d

notes -> this is for the lovely maera’s ( @ambrosiase ) hotel indigo writing challenge i absolutely love this idea mae and am so appreciative that you created this challenge, it really pushed me out of my comfort zone and i got to explore an entirely new au.

room & service -> business meets pleasure with celebrity bucky barnes -> bucky and reader are co-stars in a fake relationship in a hotel for their final comic-con together.

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Bucky has been doing interviews with Sam all day today.

You’ve been working together for six seasons and have both been to too many comic-cons to count. Every single one of them you and Bucky had been paired up to do interviews and photo-ops together.

A scripted piece of a scripted relationship. Agreed upon when your characters romance began to pick up popularity and designed to look perfect until the end.

Tomorrow an article with be released ‘leaking’ the details of your perfect break-up too. A source close to the both of you will comment that wrapping of the show and being forced to go long distance just wasn’t working for you two. The writer will supply photos of today, the two of you avoiding sitting near one another and not speaking. They’ll write that their source confirmed this convention is actually the first time you’ve seen each other in months.

Even more articles have already been planted periodically questioning whether the two of you were still together, generating buzz around the show and what happens between your characters. It’s a brilliant job, honestly.

Except, you and Bucky had been in a fake relationship for so long, it had begun to feel real. This distance between you two felt purposeful in a way that hurt you more than it ever should have.

Your assistant is supposed to go through your instagram soon and begin archiving posts and pieces of your fake life with Bucky. He’s been glaringly absent from your social media recently and it makes your heart ache at the idea of him being nonexistent.

Your fans have noticed too. You read comment after comment all asking the same thing; What happened to you and Bucky?

“Oh, Lucia! My dear, Lucia.” You bite down a grin at the sound of Bucky’s voice through your door. His words were filtered by the wall between you and a little slurred from the drinks he had no doubt consumed at the hotel bar. “Open the door, please.”

You lock your phone and lay it on the bed beside you. “I’m busy, Bucky! Go bother Sam.” You call back despite already walking towards the door.

“Bother Sam? On our last night together?” You can see Bucky smile teasingly though the peephole. Despite his joking tone the words hurt. “Four years together and this is how things end? Through a hotel room door?”

His fist comes up to bang against the door and a hand comes up to his heart. He’s putting on a show for you, fully away of your eye watching carefully through the peephole. “How much have you had to drink, Bucky Barnes?” You ask as the door remains closed.

Bucky holds his fingers up in a pinch too small to be true. “Not much.” When his hand falls back to his side he smiles up at the peephole. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

You melt, becoming putty in his hand as you quickly move to unlatch the door. “I’ve missed you too.” You admit to him, face to face, as you lean against the door jam.

A smirk replaces Bucky’s sweet smile as his hands reach out to grip your hips. “This break-up is tough on me, baby.” He pushes you into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “One more night. One last time. You and me.”

“Shut up!” You force his hands off of you and turn towards the mini bar in your room. “You’re such a dweeb. I’m glad we’re breaking up.” You pull out the miniature bottle of wine and twist the top off.

Bucky’s hand slams across his chest as he falls against the wall in dramatic fashion. “You’re… Glad? My frail heart can’t take it,” he falls to his knees, “Please. Tell my mother, I loved her.”

You watch, unamused, as Bucky falls to the floor in front of you. “You’re obnoxious.” A beaming smile breaks out onto Bucky’s face that makes you grin.

“I was serious, about missing you.” Bucky moves to sit up with his back against the edge of your bed. You move to sit beside him on the floor. “These junkets and photos just aren’t the same without you by my side, cracking jokes in my ear.”

You rest your head against his shoulder. “Me too. I love Wanda, but it’s just not the same.” You admit quietly.

There’s so much that you want to say to him. What if this wasn’t fake? What if we didn’t go through with the break-up plan? “Did they send you our social media plan?” Bucky asks quietly.

“Yeah,” You swallow thickly, “I have my assistant going through my account for me soon. We’re supposed to start untagging and deleting photos of each other this week.”

Bucky snorts. “How fucking sweet. Four years together and they have us untag each other to confirm a break up.” His fingers tap against his thigh as the two of you sit on the carpeted floor together.

“Has it really been four years?” You ask quietly. It’s more of a question to yourself, but Bucky answers it with a nod anyways.

“My longest relationship ever and it was fake.” Bucky’s awkward laugh makes the air tense as he stares down at his hands. “I’ve wasted so much of my life. So many chances gone.”

You know the words aren’t said with ill intent, but that doesn’t stop the crack from forming in your heart. You can’t fathom the idea of all your time together, fake or not, being a waste.

Your eyes cut away from him in embarrassment. “Was it really all a waste?” You ask quietly. The words are unintentional, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re out in the air.

“What?” You can feel his eyes settle on you in an attempt to read your face or body language, but a career in acting comes in handy. Your back is ramrod straight and your face turned away perfectly to hide the emotions in your eyes. “It was fake when we could have had something real with people we actually cared about.”

It’s a knife to your broken heart. “People we actually care about?”

“You know, like, other girls and guys who we wanted to pursue but couldn’t because of the contract.” Bucky reaches out to wrap a hand around yours, but you pull away. “I don’t understand what’s wrong here.”

You shake your head, the regret of your words settling over you. “Nothing. I’m just… It’s been a long day.” You use the edge of the bed to help you stand while Bucky remains on the floor, watching you in confusion. “I’m tired, you should go.”

“Woah. What’s this one-eighty?” Bucky stands too and follows you as you move around to gather your toothbrush and skincare. “Two seconds ago we were joking about a fake break-up and now you’re all quiet and weird? You expect me to just leave?”

“Please.” You plead. The last thing you want to do is dump all your feelings out to Bucky, on the last day you two were officially contracted to each other, and make him feel guilty for feeling free. “I just need to be alone, Buck.”

You move to push past him towards your bathroom, but Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t do this closing yourself off thing.”

“I’m not.” You say stubbornly. “I’m tired.” You try again to move past him, but his grip only tightens as he forces you to actually face him. “Buck-“

“You can tell me, you know?” He says quietly as his grip slackens. Your eyes meet his, pools of blue staring back at you with something akin to hurt. “You can trust me. We’re best friends, right? You’re my-“

“You don’t have to lie to me, Bucky. Pretend to care. You can go back to the bar and…” You pull your hand from him and cross your arms over your chest. “And tomorrow we can start being with people we actually care about.”

Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut as his own words are repeated back and left out in the open between you two. “That’s not what I…”

“What did you mean then?” You cut him off. You want to sound angry, but your tone is sad and tired. “Enlighten me, please.”

“I just meant… I meant we could date who we wanted to date, I didn’t mean for it to sound so awful.” He answers quietly. “I care about you a lot. We’ve been friends for over half a decade, of course I care about you.”

You swallow thickly. “What if I don’t want to date anyone else?” You force yourself to ask. If not now, then when? Ten years from now at a reunion of your show? You couldn’t live with this what if.

“What?” Bucky’s hand falls from your wrist as he takes a step back like your words have burned him.

You push through the thundering of your heart and ringing in your ears to ask, “haven’t you ever thought about it? I mean, four years of just us, all those dates and premieres, was it really all just work for you?”

“I don’t know… I mean…” Bucky rubs a hand over his jaw as you stare at him expectantly. “Have you?”

“I asked the question I think that would imply…” You trail off as his answer weighs down on your mind. It feels like a no. No. No. No. It’s on repeat in your mind as you move to sit down on your bed. “After a while the dates and photos and sappy posts didn’t feel all that forced anymore.” You admit quietly.

Bucky paces silently in front of you. You’re unsure of what’s going through his mind as he does it and it’s all you can do to not tap anxiously as you watch.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He finally asks when he finally pauses in front of you. You look up at him unsure of what to say. “I mean… When did you start…” He trails off like he doesn’t want the answer.

You look down at your hands in your lap. Despite your worries in telling Bucky you guess you had never truly thought of this conversation ending up this way. All these questions felt like Bucky preparing for a gentle rejection.

“I don’t know. After our second anniversary?” You keep your answer to him vague despite you being fully aware of when you started seeing Bucky differently. “That post you wrote for me that day. All the ones after. All of those words were fake?”

Your mind drifts to his words that day. The sweet and short caption had made butterflies erupt as you scrolled through the photos he had posted with it. Despite you both being required to post something, the photos he had chosen had been entirely genuine.

Pictures the two of you had taken together on set, selfies during your fake dates, and even a sweet set of photo booth pictures from your first premiere together.

You had stared at the post far too long as emotions rushed through you. Your heart raced at the idea of Bucky taking his time to pick photos that meant something to the both of you.

“I think that..” You shake your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the painful reminders. “I think you should go.” You stand up suddenly, your hands pushing gently at his chest.

Bucky’s eyes widen as his hands come up grip your arms in an attempt to stop you. “Woah. Let’s talk about this. I’m just trying to figure everything out.”

“Figure it out? What is there to figure out, Bucky?” You cry out, shoving harder. “If you don’t know how you feel then you should figure it out on your own.” You move past him to open the door.

Bucky follows after you hastily. “Sweetheart, wait, please. I just need a moment.” You grip his forearms tightly using Bucky’s own momentum against him as you guide him to the hallway outside your room. “I wasn’t expecting this. We have articles and photos and interviews planned about a break-up tomorrow.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, Bucky.” The two of you are back where your night began. Opposite sides of the door as you stare, unsure of what to say. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, okay? The article will be published and we’ll confirm it and life will move on.”

The door slams shut in his face without warning, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You stare blankly at the ugly, green shade its painted in silence as you remind yourself; It was all fake. A script you had been given and followed to a tee. One you had gotten too caught up in.

You’re feelings don’t change the ending.

There’s a slow knock on your door. You suck in a breath as you move to open it an apology on the tip of your tongue.

“Bucky.” You’re cut off as his hands come up to rest on your cheeks and he pulls you towards him. Anything you had to say dissipates as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss.

Your hands come up to grip his t-shirt tightly as you kiss him back your tongue slipping into his mouth while he pulls you flush against his body.

An arm wraps around your waist and Bucky pushes you back into your room, his foot kicking your door closed harshly.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you finally pull away to look at Bucky, but he speaks before you can say anything.

“Of course I’ve thought about it.” He breathes out. His eyes are wide with nerves and his cheeks flushed red. The sight of it mixed with his kiss makes your heart pound. “I’ve thought about kissing you for real, not in a room filled with crew and cameras. About what it would be like to be on a date where paparazzi hasn’t been tipped off. Baby,” his hands rest on your cheeks again as he forces your eyes to meet his, “I’ve thought about it all. What it would be like to be with you, to really be with you in every way. Sometimes it’s all I think about when we’re together.”

You take pause, your eyes widening and hands freezing in place as you listen to what he’s saying. “Why didn’t you say anything then? Why’d you just pace and ask me all those questions?”

“Because I’m an idiot.” He smiles brightly when you giggle. “Because I couldn’t believe you actually felt the same way. I was in shock.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smile up at him softly. “What do we do about the article tomorrow?” You whisper your question.

You feel giddy with excitement as Bucky’s hands land on your hips to hold you in place, flush against him. “We deny it.”

“What about our managers?” Your smile doesn’t fade even as stress over the situation arises. “And…And our separate interviews tomorrow?”

“What are they gonna do? Fire us?” Bucky smiles. “We’ll tell them all about how in love we still are. That the source in the article was a dud and we’ve just been private recently as the show wraps.”

“We will?” You ask quietly. Your heart racing at his words. “You want to say all that?”

Bucky nods his head. “I do.”

You don’t say anything else he leans in for another kiss, you could worry tomorrow.

Bonus -> The Next Day

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yourinstagram the final season of our show premieres this weekend and we’re so excited for you all to see how it ends. the first photo is from tonight and the second from our first season! the past six years has brought me so much joy and i’m so grateful for everything this show has given me. most importantly though, i’m thankful for you, bucky barnes. my adrian to my lucia. my best friend. my lover. thanks for making this show so fun.

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samwilson we made a great show. love you guys.

buckyfan thought y’all were a pr stunt lmao

yourinstagram apparently you’re not supposed to really fall in love for those to work…

buckybarnes i am most grateful for you. you made work worth it every god damn day.

yourfan my favorite couple on and off the screen.

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notes -> this is my first ever time joining a writing challenge, it really pushed me to work through block and focus on this instead of letting is die out like i have with other projects despite liking them so much!

(hoping you guys don’t hate the extra instagram idea, i just felt it fit in!)

hopefully you enjoyed and if you did, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#the hotel indigo writing challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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futurama ( 1999 - 2013 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the animated science fiction show. alter as you see fit ♡

“let's get the hell out of here already! screw history!”

“when you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”

“you have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket.”

"stop! the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."

"she's stuck in an infinite loop and he's an idiot. that's love for you."

"all i know is my gut says maybe."

“i've never seen a super nova blow up. but if it's anything like my old chevy nova, it'll light up the night sky!”

"every christmas my mom would get a fresh goose, for goose-burgers, and my dad would whip up special eggnog out of bourbon and ice cubes."

"what do i look like, a guy who's not lazy?"

“is heaven missing an angel, cuz you've got nice cans!”

“help! a guinea pig tricked me!"

"[name], if i said you said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little."

"drugs are for weirdos and hypnosis is for weirdos with big eyebrows."

"[name], it would never work between us. you're a man, and i'm a woman. we're just too different."

“screw you, ill have my own contest. with black jack ... and hookers. forget the contest.”

“ah, she's built like a steakhouse but she handles like a bistro.”

"spare me your space age techno babble, [name].”

"it's sort of a two person pyramid scheme."

"i don't want to live on this planet anymore."

"you were doing well, until everyone died."

“if we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. checkmate.”

“i am the man with no name. [muse name], at your service.”

“in the game of chess, you can never let your adversary see your pieces.”

"this is the worst kind of discrimination, the kind against me."

"you watched it... you can't unwatch it."

“valentine’s day is coming? aw crap! i forgot to get a girlfriend again!”

"hold on to your dookie, it’s about to get spooky!"

"i'm tired of this room and everyone in it."

"i'm so embarrassed. i wish everyone else was dead."

"you can't just have your characters announce how they feel! that makes me feel angry!"

"i don't have emotions, and sometimes that makes me very sad."

"if, for any reason you're not satisfied, i hate you."

"that young man fills me with hope. plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing."

"i've dreamed about you a lot since you disappeared. what did you want to tell me?"

"what do you think the meaning of life was anyway?"

“you're a pimple on society's ass and you'll never amount to anything!”

“life and death are a seamless continuum.”

“if anyone wants me, i'll be in the angry dome.”

“and the worst part is, i had to have the breakup sex by myself!”

“they said i was dumb, but i proved them.”

“what's the point of living if i can't say ass?”

“i'll be stuffing coal so far down your stocking you'll be coughing up diamonds!”

“we're all pawns in his diabolical game of checkers.”

"wait, i'm having one of those things, a headache, with pictures!"

“sorry, i didn't realize i was already here.”

"guess what you're an accessory to!"

"why does ross, the largest friend, not simply eat the other friends?"

“there's no scientific consensus that life is important.”

"we cooked our shoes in the dryer and ate them! now we're bored!"

“i'm just as important as him. it's just that, the kind of importance i have ... it doesn't matter if i don't do it.”

“oh what a foolish squid i’ve been.”

“my instinct is to hide in this barrel, like the wily fish.”

"that was bad, and you should feel bad!"

"technically correct - the best kind of correct!"

"and here is where i keep my assorted lengths of wire!"

"oh wait, you are serious! let me laugh even harder!"

"i gotta practice my stabbing!"

"that's the saltiest thing i've ever tasted! and i once ate a big, heaping bowl of salt!"

“i apologize for nothing!”

"die young and leave a beautiful corpse! that's what i always say."

"here's to another lousy millennium."

“but i am already in my pajamas.”

“windmills do not work that way. goodnight.”

"you win again gravity."

"when push comes to shove, you got to do what you love, even if it's not a good idea.”

“but existing's basically all i do!”

“when will the killing end?"

"i'll be whatever i want to do."

"the use of words expressing something other than their literal intention. now that. is. irony."

"could you ask a little more sexfully?"

"hooray! i'm useful!"

"awesome. awesome to the max."

"some breaking occurred, the dolly was involved, that's about all we know."

“you want me to do two things?”

i love stealin', i love takin' things!

“i believe that qualifies as ill. at least from a technical standpoint.”

"that was the old me. he's dead now."

"jail ain't so bad; you can make sangria in the toilet. ‘course, it's shank or be shanked."

"one word. thundercougarfalconbird."

"of all my friends, you're the first."

“girls like swarms of lizards, right?”

“i lost it. in a volcano.”

"i'm gonna get you so many lizards!"

"who needs courage when you have a gun?"

“let's go! i've got jelly in my underpants!”

"interesting if true."

“i did do the nasty in the pasty!”

"something tells me i could easily beat those trained professionals."

"the two of you are good friends? but i thought we would be good friends!"

"it's like a party in my mouth, except everyone's throwing up."

“i'm shocked. shocked! well, not that shocked.”

“it's me! no one else look in this mirror!"

“you ever think you only like girls cause you're supposed to?”

"we don't gotta put up with this! we got poli sci degrees."

“sorry, i suffer from a very sexy learning disorder.”

“did somebody say something about a free hot meal?”

“you gotta do what you gotta do.”

"too many bones? not enough cash?"

“hey sexy mama, wanna kill all humans?”

"i don't know how you did that."

"the butter in my pocket is melting!"

"well ... first i got up and had a piece of toast ..."

“i can't wait til i'm old enough to feel ways about stuff.”

“interesting! no ... wait ... the other thing. tedious.”

"i knew you come crawling back, like a bird on its belly!"

“we both know you won't make it halfway before the craving sets in! then you'll come crawling back for another taste of sweet sweet candy. bam!"

“indeed so, most indeededly.”

"and by metaphorically, i mean get your coat."

“[vehicle]'s ready except for this cup holder, and i should have that done in 12 hours."

"stop. stop! i will destroy you." [ bonus if the receiver is doing something mundane to sender ]

“just make a simple cake. and this time, if someone's going to jump out of it, make sure to put them in after you cook it.”

“lies, lies and slander!”

“you raised my hopes and dashed them quite expertly, sir!”

“but going through a divorce together, you can't pretend that didn't bring us closer together.”

“when you say the human body is the most efficient thing to use as a battery, wouldn't anything make a better battery? like a potato? or a battery?”

“i'll have you know that i bejazzle my own underpants!”

“i'm sorry you had to see that, [name], usually i let my sadness fester quietly inside as a mental illness.”

“i'm not drunk, i'm mentally ill! but i agree with what, what you said.”

“this is a cool way to die!”

#rp meme #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Alpha and Omega - Ch 2 / 2

Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: A/B/O, Darkness magic, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Sam, Dub-Con (biological necessity), little bit of meta (cuz why not), Sam’s a needy mess, Dean is possessive af Word Count: 4k Created for: @first-time-wincest-fest - 12x02 Mamma Mia | @spnabobingo - Male Omega | Summary: Amara wants to thank Dean by giving him the thing he needs most – Sam – but she knows the boys are stubborn, so she’s going to have to be creative. Problem is, she doesn’t tell Dean or Sam what she’s put in motion, and magic can be unpredictable.

Despite the many apparent flaws of these British Men of Letters dicks, at least Mick has the good sense to let Dean and Sam go. He offers to try helping Sam, but he doesn’t have any more ideas about his condition than that blonde bitch does, so Dean declines and gets Sam the hell out of dodge.

The moment they make it over the property line and past the efficacy of the anti-angel warding Cas is by their sides, sliding under Sam’s other arm to help Dean carry him to the Impala.

“Don’t touch him,” Dean growls, startling Cas and himself. Cas raises his hands in a show of good faith.

“I am just trying to help, Dean,” he reassures the hunter, lowly.

“Yeah, um, sorry man,” Dean shakes his head to clear it. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching Sam right now but he doesn’t want anyone’s hands on his baby brother. Begrudgingly, he lets Castiel grab Sam’s arm and help them to the car, where they gingerly lay a shivering, and for all intents and purposes unconscious, Sam on the back seat. “Cas, what’s wrong with him?” Dean tries to keep a grip on the panic in his voice but he doesn’t have much luck.

“It’s hard to be sure,” Castiel mutters, laying a hand against Sam’s forehead, which is burning hot. “We need to get him home immediately, this fever is dangerously high.”

Dean rounds the car to root through the first aid pack in the trunk, pulling out a few instant cold packs. “Here,” he cracks one up in his hands and passes it to Cas. “Get in back, try to keep him cool.” Cas slides into the back seat of the Impala, pulling Sam over his lap and pressing the cold pack against the young man’s forehead. Dean drops the spare cold packs beside him as he jumps in behind the wheel and peels out of the dirt road driveway in reverse, gunning them back home towards Kansas.

The use of cold packs and bags of ice they picked up at gas stations along their way get the trio home without Sam’s condition worsening. Dean would send up a thank you to Chuck for that except that he’s nearly positive Chuck’s sister is the reason Sam is in this mess in the first place. I thought she wanted to do something to thank me, not destroy my life. They get Sam into bed without too much trouble, and Castiel suggests stripping Sam out of his clothes to help keep him cool.

“Get away from him,” Dean growls, baring his teeth at his friend. Castiel once again looks at him in confusion, his brow crinkling as he stares hard at Dean.

“I’m going to call Rowena, see if maybe she can help us determine what is wrong with Sam.” Cas backs up cautiously, and Dean is glad to see him go.

Once he’s alone with his brother, he does think that stripping Sam down is a decent idea – at the very least he should change him into some clean pyjamas instead of the bloodied tatters he’s dressed in now. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, gently brushing Sam’s hair away from his eyes. He has the sudden urge to lean down and kiss Sam, so he does – very carefully placing his lips against his little brother’s forehead. It seems to Dean like Sam presses back into the kiss, and when his lips retreat, Sam stretches his neck and turns his head into Dean’s side, almost like he’s burrowing there. The unconscious display of affection brings a surge of warmth to Dean’s chest, though he can’t find it in him to smile with Sam like this.

Gingerly, Dean unbuttons Sam’s shirt and eases it over his shoulders, his fingers tracing over Sam’s muscles on the way down each arm. He hadn’t spent too much time around Sam’s unclothed chest recently and he couldn’t help staring at the contours of his frame. Sometimes he spends so much time thinking about Sam as his little brother, he forgets how much he’d built himself up over the years, forgets about the strength that all those layers of shirts they wear everyday are hiding. Dean has to shake himself in chastisement for staring at Sam’s body and lusting after it like a creep when he’s supposed to be taking care of him. How could he be thinking with his dick, even now, when Sam is deathly ill? But he was thinking with his dick, because even seeing Sam half naked for a matter of thirty seconds seems to be enough to give him a semi. For fuck’s sake, Dean curses himself, and sets about the task of easing Sam out of his torn up jeans.

As he gets Sam’s abnormally long jeans off his abnormally long body, three things strike Dean as odd. The first, that the smell he’d overwhelmingly associated with Sam back at the farmhouse in Missouri all of the sudden permeates the air around him. Sure, he’d been smelling it this whole time – it had been almost unbearably strong on the 6 hour drive back to Kansas – but he figured he must have gotten used to it because it had sort of faded into the background until just now. Secondly, the way Sam’s legs were splayed out across the bed right now gave Dean a view of a dark wet patch on the light grey of Sam’s underwear – gross, Dean thinks to himself, until he realises that the stain isn’t on the front of Sam’s briefs like it would be if he’d pissed himself. That examination leads him to his third odd discovery, which is that Sam has a boner.

“Well, what have we here?” Dean spins to see Rowena standing in the doorway, smirking.

“I’m sorry, Sam’s turned into a what?” Dean blinks incredulously at Rowena, who’s perching on the edge of the table in the kitchen. He turns his head to look at Castiel, who is sitting stoically behind Rowena. The angel shrugs unhelpfully.

“An Omega, dearie,” Rowena enunciates more clearly, like she imagines she’s talking to a four year old.

“Right,” Dean nods, although he doesn’t really understand. “And I’m a–”

“An Alpha, yes,” Rowena reiterates, clearly annoyed Dean isn’t getting this. “Well, Sam’s Alpha, more specifically,” she amends.

“And what exactly does all this mean?” Dean grunts, frustrated.

“It means that you and Samuel are mates,” Rowena elaborates.

“We know that, we saw our shared heaven, like a decade ago. What the hell does it have to do with him being sick?”

“Samuel is sick because he’s an Omega in heat, and he needs his mate.”

“Well if I’m his ‘mate’ and he ‘needs me’ – I’m right here! So why isn’t he better?” Dean growls.

“I believe,” Cas clears his throat, “from what I understand of the traditional elements of this condition, that what Rowena means is that Sam needs you, as his mate, physically.” Cas looks sheepishly at Rowena for confirmation.

“Precisely,” she smiles thankfully at Castiel.

“Physically?” Dean’s not any closer to understanding what’s happening. “So what, I need to go hold his hand until his fever breaks?”

“Well, I’m not surprised that you might want to hold his hand, but it’s going to take a wee bit more than that.”

“Will you just tell me how the hell to cure him?” Dean shouts, accidentally shattering the beer bottle he’s holding. He looks down, surprised at his own strength and at the end of his tether now.

“Sexual intercourse,” Cas answers shortly, his face carefully blank. “Though, again, from my understanding, that will only cure his heat. He will remain an Omega and you will remain an Alpha.”

“What the hell are you talking about ‘from what you understand’?” Dean makes indignant air quotes at Cas.

“When Metatron put all of popular culture into my head it included every story ever written. There are a large number of stories on the internet that incorporate the dynamics of the Alpha/Omega hierarchy. It’s a trope primarily found in something called ‘fanfiction’,” Cas explains. “In fact, there is some ‘fanfiction’ about yourself and Sam if it would help you to understand the mating requirements.” Dean feels like he’s going to be sick.

“Cas, listen to me very carefully: under no circumstances are you to ever tell anyone else that those exist,” Dean groans, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why is this happening?”

“That’s the part I’ve not got the faintest idea about,” Rowena sighs. “It would take something more than a simple spell to alter your anatomies like this. Not even an angel,” she glances at Castiel quickly to check she’s right in her assumption. “I’ve never heard of something like this actually happening outside of fiction.”

“It was Amara,” Dean sighs. “When she left she told me she was going to give me what I ‘needed most’, but I don’t know why she thought this was it. It just seems like some sick joke.”

“Ah,” Rowena nods sagely like she understands now. “She was giving you Samuel.”

“How is this ‘giving me’ Sam?”

“A physically bonded Alpha and Omega are bonded for life, inseparable. Without the other, they won’t survive their heats – or ruts, in your case.”

“So every time Sam goes into a heat, we need to have sex, or he dies?” Dean can’t believe how fucked up this is.

“You’ll also need to knot him,” Cas adds gravely. Noticing Dean’s look of incredulity, he continues. “The base of your penis will inflate when you ejaculate and lock you and Sam together for a brief time. It’s the knot that Sam needs to relieve the symptoms of his heat.”

“What the fuck?” Dean blanches.

“Not to importune but I do believe Samuel was running out of time when I examined him. You really should get to it, Dean,” Rowena cuts in.

“And how am I supposed to do that, huh? The guy’s unconscious! I can’t just–” Dean’s stomach roiled. The thought of fucking Sam was tempting, amazingly so, but the thought of doing it to Sam, without his knowledge or participation, was sickening.

“I can make him a wee draft to revive him and stave off the fever,” Rowena moves towards one of the cupboards in the kitchen where Sam keeps the common spell ingredients. “Then Castiel and I can make ourselves scarce and leave you two to it,” she smiles.

“And you’re positive this is the only way?” Dean presses desperately.

“That Amara is a crafty woman, she knew what she was doing.” Rowena throws some herbs into a small dish. “She saw that you would never ‘put the moves on Sam’, as you say. This is her way of giving you both that little push.”

“Yeah, well, she’s a bitch,” Dean grumbles, dropping his head in his hands and waiting for Rowena to finish the potion to wake Sam up.

Sam blinks awake wearily, vaguely aware that he’s safe and not being held captive anymore, but he can’t remember much more than snippets of sound and scent. The rumble of an engine, the smell of motor oil; the low tenor of Dean’s voice, and the scent of whiskey, apple pie, and old leather. He can make out all of those scents now, too, swirling around him and pulling him back into consciousness – like smelling salts.

“Hey, there he is,” Dean’s voice says nearby, he’s sitting on the side of Sam’s bed.

Sam nuzzles towards his older brother, inexplicably craving the closeness. “De,” Sam mumbles, still sleepy.

“Yeah, it’s me Sammy,” Dean smiles down at him gently, eyes soft. Sam feels an unusual rush of need wash over him like a heat wave and he presses himself as close to Dean as two bodies can possibly get with a blanket still in between them.

“Wha s’happening?” he grumbles into Dean’s chest, looping his long arms around his brother’s waist.

“Short version?” Dean scoffs, but not unkindly. “Listen man, I’ll explain everything, I promise but – right now I just need to make sure you get outta this in one piece,” Dean sighs, drawing his hand down Sam’s face and holding his cheek. Sam looks up at Dean quizzically, unused to the level of physical affection but finding he was in desperate want of more. He nods at his big brother – whatever’s wrong, he knows Dean will take care of him. “You trust me Sammy?” Dean’s voice is hoarse, and Sam realises he’s scared.

“Yeah, Dean,” Sam breathes quietly into the slowly decreasing space between them. “Course I do,” he confirms again.

“Alright then,” Dean gulps and nods, mostly to himself though, like he’s trying to psych himself up for something. Then without any further warning, Dean’s lips are covering Sam’s and pressing him down onto the bed.

The fire that had been smouldering inside Sam for days now leaps and dances, as if Dean’s kiss is gasoline being thrown across him. Sam clings to Dean as he’s laid back onto the bed, and lets Dean climb into his lap and bury his hands in Sam’s hair. Dean licks across the seam of his lips and Sam parts them willingly, drinking in every bit of Dean that is being offered to him. He can’t remember why he needs Dean like this so badly, or when he started needing him, but now that he has him he couldn’t care less. He knows with certainty that the only thing he needs to be happy for the rest of his life is Dean – Dean loving him, Dean kissing him, Dean inside him. Fuck, he needs Dean inside him right fucking now.

At this realisation, Sam starts tearing into Dean’s clothes, ripping through the thread keeping buttons in their places without a thought. He expects Dean to start doing the same to him, but then realises he’s not wearing anything but his underwear, which suits Sam just fine. Dean has to pull away from him to wriggle out of his jeans, and Sam groans involuntarily at the sight of the bulge Dean reveals when he strips down.

“Someone likes the view, huh?” Dean teases him, voice deep and throaty, but Sam’s too far gone to come up with a bratty retort. All he can focus on is that he wants Dean’s cock – now.

“Shit, you look so big De,” Sam groans, reaching out a hand to cup around Dean’s member, still hidden behind black cotton. The front of the material is wet with precum, Sam can feel it against his fingertips.

“Think you can handle me, little bro?” Dean grabs Sam’s wrist and drags his fingers along the outline of his cock, up to the elastic waist of his boxers, and then inside them. Sam’s fingers curl around Dean and stroke him gently beneath the fabric. “Think you can fit all that inside your tight little ass f’me?” he grunts, thrusting into Sam’s grip.

“Fuck yes,” Sam rasps, and his breath sounds like it’s raking over hot coals in his throat. He pulls back from Dean to shed his own underwear, staring at it puzzledly when it comes away from his body covered in slick. What is that, he wonders as he feels it on his fingers. It doesn't feel like lube… “Dean?” Sam looks to his brother for answers.

“S’okay,” Dean rushes to reassure him, joining his little brother on the bed, both of them now completely bared to the other. “I’ll explain later, yeah? Just let me take care of you right now, okay?” Dean’s eyes are wide and pleading as he looks to Sam, and Sam nods; he trusts Dean. “Just lemme take care a’you,” Dean whispers again as he brushes their lips together, and Sam pulls him in tight for another bruising kiss.

Their bodies twist and tangle easily, Sam just letting Dean put them together however he wanted. The heat of Dean against him is overwhelming, the sweat on their skin mingles and sticks them together, pulling at their nerves every time they part. Sam doesn’t want them to part. He reaches between them, grabbing Dean’s cock in his hand and thrusts his own into the same grip. Their moans ring through each others’ mouths as Sam jerks them against each other, and they take turns fucking into his fist. Before long Dean pulls away from Sam with a groan, probably to stop himself from finishing before he’s had a chance to see what the inside of his brother feels like. Sam is glad of his consideration in this case, because if he ends tonight without Dean locked firmly inside of him, he’s going to feel like he’s missing out. If he was more clear headed, he might question why the phrase ‘locked inside of him’ is the one that came to mind but he’s not thinking too deeply about what he wants right now — he just wants.

“Need you, Dean,” Sam pants, widely, grabbing at Dean, trying to bring their bodies back together. “Need… ne—” Sam’s vocabulary has become shockingly singular, and he doesn’t have the presence of mind to be irritated with his brother when Dean smiles down at him smugly, knowingly.

“I know what you need, Sammy” Dean grins down at his little brother. Having Sam this strung out and desperate for him is like a drug. I could get used to this being a monthly thing, he smirks to himself, reaching his hand down between Sam’s legs and rubbing at his slick entrance. “Need me right here, dontcha Sammy? I can feel how much you need me,” Dean groans as the tip of his finger slips inside of Sam too easily, “fuck, you’re wet. So fucking wet for me, huh Sammy?”

Sam just nods blissfully down at Dean; it seems his vocabulary of one word has now receded to zero.

Cas had warned him about this, that as an Omega, Sam would start leaking like a fire hydrant, but at least it saved him having to hunt around for some kind of lube — he’d never needed to have that on hand before, and if he found any lying around the bunker there’s a decent chance it would be cursed or something. Plus, he bet this made the whole experience way better for Sam, so he was all for it. Dean moves between Sam’s legs and runs the head of his cock over Sam’s twitching entrance. Sammy lets out a weak moan and arches against the pressure, trying to get Dean to slip inside. Dean’s about to oblige when he remembers what Cas said about them getting locked together by the Alpha’s knot once he comes, and he thinks better of their position. It will be easier to roll on to their sides and rest if he does this with Sam on his hands and knees.

He manhandles Sam into position, rolling him over, and when Sam gets the idea and pushes himself onto his hands and knees, arching his back and presenting himself to Dean like some kind of trophy, Dean can’t hold himself back any longer. He pushes his cock inside Sam slowly, agonisingly and torturously slowly. Not because he’s concerned about hurting Sam, who is opening up beneath him like he was born for this — born to take Dean’s cock — but because he knows he wants to savour this moment for the rest of his life. He wants to remember every second of the first time he felt what it was like to truly possess Sam, to be joined so completely to one another that not even their bodies can keep them separate. So Dean goes slow, even though Sam is begging beneath him, asking him to just fuck him already, Dean ignores him, and he drinks the feelings in.

When he’s got himself bottomed out inside of Sam he leans down over his brother and presses a kiss to his shoulder, tenderly, thanking him for what he’s giving Dean right now. “You feel so good Sammy,” Dean moans, and he doesn’t mean for it to sound as sappy as it does but it’s hard to regulate things like that when you feel like you’ve just connected to your soulmate for the first time, so he gives himself a pass.

The next time Sam begs, Dean gives in, snapping his hips back and fucking into him as hard as he can manage. And once he’s started he can’t stop. Every instinct inside of Dean is shouting at him to take, to fuck Sam into the mattress and never let up, which Sam doesn’t seem to mind, because no matter how roughly Dean thrusts into him he keeps shouting for more, faster, harder, please. So Dean, ever the good big brother, gives Sammy what he needs — what they both need.

Dean can feel himself getting closer and closer to his release, and that’s when he notices that he can’t quite pull out as far as before. His knot has begun swelling at the base of his cock, getting ready to pop and bind him and Sam together. The fattening edges catching on Sam’s rim give Dean a kind of friction no sex ever has before and, fucking hell, it feels unbelievably good. He grinds himself harder against Sam, dropping over his back so they can be as close as possible, and bringing his hand up beneath Sam to grasp at his little brother’s dick. It’s the first time he’s properly touched it, felt it in his hand, and shit, it feels even bigger than it looks.

“Oh my god, Dean,” Sam groans, sounding absolutely wrecked, and Dean takes that as a compliment. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, please,” Sam is pleading with him so prettily, and Dean wants to cum just as badly as him.

“Not stopping Sammy,” Dean strokes him faster, grinds into him harder, “not stopping until you cum all over my hand baby boy, so c’mon, want you to cum f’me.” Dean thanks God that Sam starts to cum loudly when Dean tells him too, because the second he feels Sam start to convulse around him his knot pops and he’s cumming harder than he ever has in his life. The thought of his seed whitewashing Sam’s insides is sickeningly thrilling and he swears a second, small orgasm rocks through him — and hey, if that’s a perk of being an Alpha, I could get used to this.

When Dean comes back to himself, his breathing finally evening out, he notices Sam slumped beneath him, no longer holding himself up. He quickly checks for a pulse, and relaxes when he finds one – Sam’s just passed out. Fuck, he came so hard he passed out. Dean shudders, feeling another small blurt of cum force itself out of his cock at the thought that he’d fucked Sam so thoroughly. To be honest he was a little proud of himself.

Dean arranges himself on his side on the bed, so he can curl around Sam while he waits for his knot to deflate. He thought he’d be annoyed by having to stay still like this for so long but it’s surprisingly peaceful, laying here with Sam asleep in his arms. He hugs his little brother tighter to him, clasping his hands over Sam’s chest – over his heart – feels the rhythm and reassures himself that Sam is here, and alive, and safe. And his. The realisation hits Dean unexpectedly. Sam is finally his in the most permanent way he can think of, and his heart leaps at the thought. The last thing he thinks before he drops off to sleep too, is that he hopes Sam still wants to be his when he wakes up.

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Never Met You

Chapter 3: Healing

Time will heal their pain, they say. It will not. It is the time they give themselves to heal which will make them feel better. Be patient. Be understanding.

More than two weeks had gone by since Green had joined the court. He had been trained, sworn the oath of secrecy to not tell whatever he heard while he was with the king and was now steadily by His Majesty’s side.

Janus had gotten used to it far quicker than he had expected. Green was louder and chattier than the other guards were with him. He soon had also begun to talk with the king, exchanging little comments about how he felt and why he wanted to do things the way he had them done. Yet whenever other people where around or Green had to escort Logan from place to place, the guard became still and observant. Sometimes, Janus even believed that he noticed things quicker than Janus himself did. And he had a magical eye to help him with that while Green had nothing of the sorts.

“Life doesn’t allow for you to be inattentive. I cannot allow myself to miss any detail no matter how unimportant it seems. We will only know afterwards which one has been crucial and which one was not, so everything is important right now,” had Green’s explanation been and Janus felt many feelings about this very statement.

Yet today this was not one of his worries. Today he was focused on making sure that everything was perfect for Roman’s arrival. The kitchen was instructed to cook his favourite meals, the prince’s wing had been cleaned a decorated to the t and Janus had most likely not slept more than three hours in the last three nights. So, Janus was feeling perfect.

“Are you sure you want me to be there during their arrival?” Green asked as he and Janus walked towards the foyer where Logan was already waiting for Roman to arrive. “His Royal Highness’s guard will be there and he is said to be more than enough protection for both of them.”

Janus shot Green a look. Green did not want to meet Roman. Janus had realized that soon after the return had been discussed and he had reacted rather subdued to the whole conversation. Janus had tried to gauge what issue Green was having but the man’s lips were sealed about the topic except that he had sworn that he had no ill intent against the prince. It was enough reassurance for Janus at the moment and he really had no nerves to deal with Green’s insecurities right now. He just wanted to see Roman.

“One more word of you not attending,” Janus hissed sharply and watched as Green’s eyes go wide, “and I will have you thrown into the dungeons and let them pull out every single hair on your body one by one. I’m I clear enough for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Janus grunted and Green opened the door for him to enter the foyer. Quickly both found their respective places by the king’s side, Janus to Logan’s right and Green to Logan’s left by the wall. Logan greeted them both leisurely and let his eyes linger a little longer on Green who shot a few quick glances towards Janus. Then for a moment their eyes met. Logan nodded and turned his attention towards Janus.

Subtly, because subtility was one of the things Logan had had to learn from Janus when he started taking over more important functions in court, Logan tapped against Janus’s sleeve and glimpsed at his friend. Janus glimpsed back and lifted his chin a bit in defiance.

“I don’t think that Roman will be too happy to see that you have overworked yourself,” Logan whispered barely moving his lips.

Janus scrunched his nose a little and retorted just as quietly: “The situation is tense. I cannot make a mistake even if it upsets the prince. You know I am still more than capable to do my work.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

The but hung between them in the air and both knew it would be coming next as Logan added: “But Roman does not just care about how well you are able to do your work. He is worried about you as well. And I am the one who will never hear the end of it if he thinks I made you work too much.”

Janus didn’t say anything to that and Logan took it as a small win. Sometimes an argument with Janus was better set aside than completely won and this was one of those instances. Besides, Roman’s arrival was finally announced and they didn’t have time left to get into the topic any further.

There was bustling behind the door, muffled voices and finally the doors were opened. Marching steps could be heard as Roman Thea walked inside. He was wearing a dark red jacket with golden ornaments and a blood red sash, black pants and shoes, his usual attire. Logan felt a weight fall from his chest and watched his old friend approach with a smile. Roman returned it lightly and whispered something over his shoulder to Virgil, who was following him like a shadow.

“Salutations Roman. I hope your journey has been enjoyable and without incidences,” Logan greeted when Roman had walked up four feet in front of him.

A smile, brilliant and shining, took over Roman’s face and he greeted with a little bow and flourish: “Good day to you too, Your Majesty! My journey has been very pleasant but I am happy to be home again even if the circumstances are quite dire.”

“Indeed.”

Logan felt his stomach turn once more, suppressed the urge to groan and instead turned halfway to the door leading further into the castle. Elegantly, he pointed towards the portal and eyed Roman for a second.

“Would you like to continue this conversation in a more private setting?” Logan said and hoped Roman would accept quickly.

Luck seemed to be on his side as Roman gave a quick nod and took his usual place between Logan and Janus with Virgil shadowing him silently. Well, almost silently. When the four men began to walk towards the portal Virgil abruptly stopped both Roman and Logan from walking by holding them back by their shoulders. Both stopped rapidly and looked into the direction where Virgil was glaring at.

“Who is that?”

Virgil’s deep voice resonated in their ears, his stunning aura keeping all of them in place. The only one to react was the man who Virgil was talking about. Green was looking right up to Virgil. He had come closer to walk besides Logan but now had stopped a good few feet away from the king.

“This would be my personal guard, Green,” Logan finally said and pushed Virgil’s hand off his shoulder.

Logan decidedly dodged Virgil’s glare and squared his shoulders. With a fluid motion he asked Green to step closer. Green complied and lowered his gaze the moment Roman made step forwards to see him better. Green’s hands were clenched tightly and if the others could have seen his face, they would have noticed how he had pressed his lips together. But they didn’t and that was how he wanted it to stay.

“Since when do you have a personal guard?” Roman asked sceptically.

“Royal Advisor Celer has long since your departure insisted on me getting one and now, I found a fitting candidate,” Logan said smoothly, defiantly sidestepped Virgil and approached Green. “Green has proven to be attentive, observant and trustworthy. The Royal Advisor himself can attest to it.”

Logan now was standing to Green’s right, his left hand placed nonchalantly on his shoulder. But as nonchalantly as it looked as much did it take the breath out of Green’s lungs. As much did it make his eyes sting. As much did it strengthen the yearning in his chest. And yet there was nothing for him to do.

“Janus? You approved of this?” Roman said and turned to look at the smaller man.

“What on earth, Celer! This guy could be from Ragan’s secret forces as far as we know! What were you thinking?!”

Janus snapped back viciously as Virgil accused him of paying too little attention to their newest member to court. Logan watched them and crossed his arms with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes their quarrelsome relationship was quite entertaining to watch but today he felt differently about it. He just wanted to sit down and move on with their discussion, even if it meant for the day to simply pass. Life was tiresome at the moment.

“It might be a good idea to move this discussion out of the public ear, Your Majesty. Shall I break the conflict apart?”

Logan looked to the side. Green was not looking up to him, eyes still trained on the floor. But there was something in the way he slightly tilted his head to the side, that made it obvious to Logan that he was on high alert. That made him aware of how much Green feared for someone to be listening into their conversation.

“I do not think it to be wise for you to get in between them,” Logan said and watched the three argue. “It would be better if I tell them to stop.”

“You don’t need to shield me, Your Majesty. I am your guard and here to help you with whatever you wish. And if it means that the poncho pole will fight me, I will accept my fate gracefully.”

Why exactly that nick name was so funny to Logan he did not know. He also didn’t know when the last time had been that someone had made him laugh so strongly that his tummy pleasantly hurt and he had trouble to get air. What he did know though was that he was glad to have Green by his side, who lightly supported him as he was wheezing with laughter.

Logan needed a few moments before he could breathe normally again. He felt shaky and the hand Green offered him was very appreciated. Hastily, he caught Green’s look and found unfiltered concern and a tiny smile in his face. It made Logan try to compose himself and he turned fully towards Green away from the others.

Over Logan’s shoulder Green looked to Janus. He had dropped his fight with Virgil the second Logan had begun to laugh. He had known his king for over a decade now, and what he was seeing was a completely stressed-out Logan. And it needed a lot for Logan to actually show signs of his state.

“I propose we go to the prepared room in His Majesty’s quarters? Do you agree Royal Advisor Celer?” Green said swiftly.

Janus simply nodded. Both Roman and Virgil went quiet as well and followed as Janus took the lead and guided them towards the king’s quarters. Virgil and Green were flanking Roman and Logan in between them and observed their surroundings with sharp eyes. Guards were following behind as an escort but neither of the personally chosen guards trusted their abilities as much as they trusted their own. Their highest priority was the safety of their prince and king and their resolve to ensure that was far higher than those of the usual guards.

They arrived at the room, Janus opened the door and entered to make sure it was as he had requested it to be. After the short check, Roman and Logan followed and Logan took a seat on the divan. Roman placed himself on the armchair next to him, while Janus remained standing. Green and Virgil, after telling the guards to stay on lookout on the outside, took a place on each side of the door and watched as the royals and the advisor exchanged several glances.

Logan sighed and massaged his temples as he finally broke the silence and spoke up: “Please excuse my outburst. I – I don’t know how to explain it.”

Janus shook his head and stemmed his hands on his hips.

“You are running on your last leg, Logan,” Janus said for Logan. “We had three new conflicts at the boarders to Ragan in the last five days and it’s only a question of time until there are the first casualties. I know you do not want to let it go so far, but as a military man yourself you must understand that we have to prepare for a battle, don’t you? I do not see how we are going to talk this out with King George.”

“Three in the last five days? I didn’t hear any of this!” Roman said and got up from the armchair while gesticulating towards Janus.

“We decided to keep quiet about it as long as no one got seriously hurt. We weren’t sure if the situation would grow more tense and wanted to prevent an unnecessary panic from spreading. But now...”

“You expect. You actually expect a war to break out? Over a few villages and some disagreements over the alliance talks with Sictes and Kainen?”

“George is a petty man,” Janus snarled at Roman’s disbelieve. “And he had it out for us in ages. He had it out for you too, Roman. I remember what he said at -”

“We are over this, Jan! You have asked him and he didn’t lie that he didn’t know anything about the – the assassination. He wasn’t responsible for this.”

“That doesn’t mean he didn’t have anything to do with it! He could have phrased it in a way that I couldn’t catch the lie! He might have been the one to- to do this to you!”

“Stop it you two! This isn’t leading us anywhere. We are not to think about personal grievances but about our people! And I need you to realize that it’s not our people King George wants to fare war against. He specifically stated that my methods as well as my court are not to his liking and he wants to claim the villages close to the boarder to “save” them from our politics. If we can reach a compromise with him, all of this might be avoided.”

Logan’s voice was firm but tired. Both Roman and Janus looked down to him. His hands were folded in his lap and his head hung low, completely unlike the otherwise always confident but kind demeanour he would display. Smoothly, Janus sat down next to him, made sure to don’t catch him off guard when he put his hand on his back.

“Logan, he will not listen to you. He never wanted to listen to you since the Coronation,” Janus said sadly and Logan’s shoulders sunk deeper.

Seeing Logan shrink down like this, awakened an old and heavy anger in Roman. It flared through his mind and loosened his lips.

“It’s been eight years! How can he still be hung up on this?!”

“Because he is elitist and believes that you are the only one who is supposed sitting on the thrown!” Janus retorted angrily.

“Maybe we should consider...”

Logan had taken off the crown and was looking at its golden shimmer. His thumb was running along the simple decorations and the few blue sapphires imbedded in the metal. Roman had given the crown in commission for him, so he didn’t have to wear the crown of the late King or Queen. Logan had thought it to be quite excessive to have a new crown made for him but in the current situation he found himself missing it already. But he would sacrifice whatever necessary if it meant that his people would be spared from a war.

“I don’t want the crown, Logan.”

But then of course, there was that. Logan looked up to Roman and sighed. He nodded dismissively. The position and status he took had not only come because he was capable but also because Roman couldn’t bear the weight on his shoulders. It had taken him years to admit it and find the courage to present him as the King of Theana.

“I didn’t think of it as stepping back completely,” Logan said and looked to the side. “It would only be a representative measure. You as the official king and I as the acting regent. He accepted me before you completely denied the throne, so it might be a viable solution.”

“NO!”

***

█████ was pacing along the hall. His mind was restless and he could feel Janus’s eyes on him. Of course, Janus’s eyes would be on him now. Roman would finally return and █████ was desperate to see him again. He just wanted to be sure that he indeed was alright and that everting had truly worked out as well as everyone had claimed. The reports he had gotten from the messengers were far too stellar for his taste to be true; Roman having befriended the cold-blooded Queen and even getting her to watch a play with him, just sounded too farfetched to not be a lie.

“████ ███████,” a servant called form the door and both █████ and Janus turned towards them, “the Crown Prince has arrived and will be here shortly.”

It wasn’t a second that █████ needed to walk towards the door and be on his way to meet his ███████.

Janus was following him like a shadow and shot him a chiding look as he rushed past the worried servants, to which █████ simply retorted: “Fuck the protocol. I just need to know that he’s fine.”

With that Janus let it slide and let one of the servants go and get Logan as soon as possible. In silence they continued walking down the halls and eventually reached the foyer to the courtyard, which was promptly opened.

With proud and loud steps Roman entered. A broad smile was plastered over his face, his eyes were shining and immediately met █████’s gaze. With a high held head and a skip in his step Roman steered towards his ███████ and greeted with a booming voice: “Good day to you █████! It is a joy to be home again!”

█████ froze. Something fell in his chest as his ███████ came closer, eyes still on him and already recognizing and acknowledging the fear in his eyes. Because Roman was loud. Roman’s posture was straight and proud. Roman’s voice was voluminous and strong. Roman’s eyes were clear and determined.

Roman was like he had been before and for once it didn’t seem to be a dream or a nightmare.

There was no moment for █████ to think about it any longer as Roman had reached him and pulled him into a firm hug. The whole room stopped breathing. They watched as their ████ melted into Roman’s arms, as Roman cradled him and held his ███████ close.

Quiet words were spoken, but no one but the ████████ could hear them. No one but them needed to know of them. Something was mended and they both knew that a new time had come for them.

Swift steps in synchronic pace and they parted. █████ was smiling widely with a common mad glint glimmering in his eyes as Roman smiled back with his head held high and mighty. Power was shining underneath their skins, energy at the tips of their fingers. Every person in the room could feel it and more than a few guards were close to start shivering.

But for one person who was standing slightly in the back to Roman’s right side. █████ noticed them only now and his brows furrowed at their sight. The person was tall and the lower half of their face and upper body hidden beneath a shawl and a loose poncho. A batch of light brown hair was falling over one side of their face and █████ found himself intrigued.

“Who have you yet to introduce me to, Roman?” █████ asked and lightly pointed with his chin towards the figure in the back.

Roman’s eyes lit up and with a flourish he twirled around and waved for the figure to walk towards them. They promptly complied and approached. Their movement was near silent and their presence almost non-existent. What a fascinating person.

The ████████ looked at each other and █████ recognized Roman’s passion within a blink and began to smirk even before Roman explained: “This is Virgil Tessaro! We met on my way to Queen Caroline and he has proven to be quite an impressive companion. A perfect guard even.”

“One moment please!” Janus intercepted and wrestled his way between █████ and Roman.

With a chuckle █████ stepped back and watched Janus tell Roman off for simply having a stranger come into the castle and having the preposterous idea of having him become his personal guard. Roman took it with a smirk and told him that he could do as he pleased since he was the Crown Prince. They bickered more but █████ paid it no mind as Logan finally entered the foyer and steered towards him. Quietly Logan took his place to █████’s left and eyed the spectacle in front of them. Most people would have been surprised how seemingly unaffected Logan was but █████ could see the deepening of the ceases between his brows and the way how he slightly pressed his lips together as he was looking at Roman.

“You can tell me outright if you want me to go, gold eye.”

Virgil had straightened his posture and most likely crossed his arms under his poncho. The rest of the servants had gotten death silent the second he had talked back to Janus and even dared to call attention to his magical eye.

Janus pursed his lips and clenched and unclenched his fists several times before he raised his voice with a cutting edge and told him: “I forbid you to talk to me in such a tone! I am a high-ranking member of the Theanian Court and deserve to be treated with respect!”

“Aha,” Virgil deadpanned with raised eyebrows, “I’m not Theanian though and your court interests me not.”

“One more reason for you to leave!” Janus cried.

Nothing of Janus’s words seemed to be able to bother Virgil in the slightest. Instead, he turned around and looked to Roman. Curiously, █████ observed the shift in Roman’s amused expression to something softer. He definitely needed to have a word about that with Roman at some point in time.

“Do you wish for me to leave?” Virgil asked Roman dutifully.

Roman stepped close to Virgil and put his hand on his upper arm. This time even Logan raised his eyebrows and Janus looked like he would soon collapse on the floor in anger. But Roman paid them no mind. He smiled at Virgil and shook his head.

“No, I do not wish for you to leave. I want you to stay.”

Virgil bowed his head. Turned to look back down at Janus. Raised his eyebrows at him and shrugged.

“I guess you have to accept that, since you have to listen to him.”

It took them ten minutes to stop Janus from trying to murder Virgil in the foyer. The whole thing only calmed down, when Roman himself pulled Janus to the side and exchanged a few hushed and possibly very dramatic and sappy words with the Royal Advisor.

█████ was laughing through the whole ordeal and Logan sent for the servants to fetch Roman’s luggage as well as the possessions Virgil had brought with him. Quietly Logan spoke with Virgil after that, made sure he knew what he was getting into and the group finally left the foyer and went into a smaller conference room where they could privately talk for a while without being observed by all the guards. On their way Virgil and Janus were already bickering again, the former never quite letting Roman out of sight and constantly scanning the area for any potential dangers.

Walking in between the █████, Logan observed the behaviour of the new court member and side eyed Roman for a moment. The Crown Prince noticed and shot him a curious look.

“What do you want to say, Advisor Rayne?” Roman said with a teasing smile.

Logan looked once more back to Virgil before he answered: “There is a story behind you and this man. And you will have to tell us about it, Your Royal Highness.”

“Like you have to tell us about what is hanging on this necklace I have never seen you wear in the whole time since you are here?”

It was a good thing that blushing made no noise, otherwise the whole castle would have known that Logan had turned rather red. It didn’t help that █████ snickered and put his arm around his waist as Logan’s cheeks turned darker by the second. Roman laughed lightly as well and for once Logan decided to let it pass.

Because there was no black. For the first time Logan saw Roman wearing no black since he had joined the court. For the first time since the King and Queen’s assassination Roman was not wearing black but white.

***

Roman’s voice died. Janus and Logan looked to the door. Virgil stared to Green next to him. And Green spoke.

“You cannot let him have this! You cannot stand down, just because he threatens you! He will see it as a sign of weakness and will try to blackmail us even more! You are better than him, you don’t need to play his game to beat him! You are Theana’s King without doubt! No one but you can lead this kingdom as well as you do and you shall pride yourself with it and show him what you are capable of!”

Heavy silence hung in the air. A moment passed and another one. Janus watched Green’s passionate expression drain away and observed dread taking its place. Hollowly he put his hand over his mouth and stared at Logan in horror. Subtly, Janus glanced to Logan who looked like he was holding his breath. He couldn’t focus on him though as Roman completely turned towards Green and caught the guard’s gaze.

“You are speaking out of line,” Roman said and Green visibly pressed his hands closer against his lips. “You are not allowed to take part in our conversations if not asked to directly or address your king so casually.”

Roman held his chin high and his lips were pursed. Janus knew that look well enough and put his hand on Logan’s shoulder. Beneath his shawl Virgil began to grin.

“But by the gods, you’re totally right! Logan is so much more capable of ruling than I could ever be! His planning is succinct and well thought out and he looks stunning in a crown,” Roman said and shot Logan a teasing look over the shoulder.

Logan furrowed his brows in a chiding manner and told Roman: “Me looking good in a crown has nothing to do with anything you have been talking about.”

“I disagree.”

This time Green and Roman looked at each other and fell both silent. Roman raised an eyebrow and Green looked to the floor. Roman looked Green over. He knew nothing of this man, not even his full name. He didn’t know what story laid behind this stranger with the wavy hair and weird moustache. He didn’t know how he happened to become Logan’s first personal guard ever. The first one for whom Logan stepped over his own pride and accepted help from.

Automatically, Roman’s eyes darted over to Virgil. He looked into the deep blue and remembered the defiant way he had fought off the hooligans who had tried to hurt those sheep. He hadn’t even known the owner nor been tasked with taking care of the animals but had still fought for them. It had stopped his carriage. It had caused their first fateful meeting.

With a little huff Roman put on a smile and turned back around to Logan and Janus. Janus’s look told him exactly how he felt about this coincidence and Logan’s eyes were still set on Green. Roman could not help himself but chuckle.

“I never met this man but I know there is a story behind him and you will have to tell me about it, Your Majesty,” Roman said in a slightly teasing but not unkind tone.

Unease settled over the group. Logan turned his attention back on the prince and Janus kept an eye on Green. He had tried to hide it before, but when Roman had begun to call him out on his intolerable behaviour and Green had pressed his hands over his mouth Janus had noted that Green had started to smile. He had known that Roman would not be mad at him and Janus had a lot to consider now.

But it had to wait for the moment. Now they had to finish this discussion.

“A talk will be had,” Logan said and placed the crown back on his head. “But everything has its time. Now you and Virgil should go and rest for a bit. I will have an official meeting tomorrow with the military council where we will go into detail. Until then I would ask you two to rest after your long journey. Janus, please make their stay as pleasant as possible.”

Janus blinked. He still had his duties to fulfil and he couldn’t just go off with Roman and Virgil and have a free day with them.

Just when he was ready to talk back Logan leaned towards him and said quietly: “I am not the only one on their last leg, so to speak. Take a break. I have at least slept last night. Green will accompany me for the rest of the day.”

A single nod and Logan got up. He walked to the door and Green opened it for him even though no one but Janus had heard what Logan had just said. One last time Logan looked over his shoulder to Roman and lastly to Virgil.

“Good luck with them. Try to keep them from planning another masquerade ball,” Logan joked.

Under his shawl Virgil grinned and gave Logan a little wink. Next the door closed behind Logan and after a moment Virgil walked up to Roman and put his hand on the small of his back, as he led him over to the divan and waited for him to sit down. Roman did so and Virgil lowered himself to the ground in front of both Roman and Janus.

“Still unable to sit correctly on a proper piece of furniture?” Janus teased tiredly and leaned against Roman’s side.

Janus almost let out a pleased gasp when Virgil put his hand on his knee and Roman draped his arm around his shoulder. Their presence and warmth had grown on him over the years. Roman had been a constant in all of his life but only thanks to Virgil’s presence they had finally developed the dynamic and relationship they shared now. They had needed something new. Roman had needed something new. And Virgil had brought it.

“Is Green the something new for Lo?” Roman asked as if he had read Janus’s mind.

Janus sighed and buried his head in Roman’s shoulder. He felt their surprise in the way Roman’s hand on his back tightened and in the soft strokes Virgil brushed over his knees.

“I don’t know.”

Roman and Virgil shared a look. Virgil got up and closed the blinds by the window. Janus’s recognised the small rustling of Virgil’s shawl being removed.

“Talk Celer. It seems we need to know more about this man,” Virgil said seriously.

Janus sighed and pulled his face away from Roman’s neck. With pursed lips he looked up to Virgil standing in front of him. His scarred face was stern. Janus’s eye lit up in gold and he found himself telling his two partners about this strange man, who had entered his and Logan’s lives over two weeks ago.

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strrwbrrryjam · 3 years

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001 zukka, if youd like.

hi! okay, first ask, thank you for asking.

when I started shipping it if I did: ...im going to be completely honest, im new to atla, but not new to tumblr. i actually had a large tumblr that i made when i was fourteen that was dedicated to hetalia. but over the years i got bored of it, so i stopped updating it, i only looked at the blogs i followed and then one day, someone reblogged some zukka fanart, and i loved it. i knew nothing of the characters, but from the looks of each of them and how it followed the classic red-blue gays and representation that i craved as a young lesbian i decided to give it a watch, still in love with a ship i knew nothing about, so imagine my whiplash that i got when they were two people who weren't even friends until the final season, but i never got discoaurged because of all the tension and the parellels and how if either of them were female-male i definitely felt that zukka would be canon and have so much more hype.

my thoughts: im not the best at describing why i love them, but ill try. i love zukka for a lot of reasons, but mostly because... for me relationships are a partnership, you both get benefits from it where you can rely on eachother, where there is a mutual understanding between each other to the point where you know exactly what your lover needs to hear... and sometimes, no matter the mood your in, they are the only ones who can truly make you happy, and thats what i get from zukka. sokka is very much the older sibling, he goes so underappreciated for so long that when piandao tells him he should be proud of who he is and what he can do... he just doesn't believe him. now, this isnt the fault of katara, aang or anyone else, maybe a little bit hakodas fault i mean he literally left a kid with such high expectations of himself to protect the village by himself with what limited training that he had. even when they listen to his ideas, some of which are very much right but have failed to no fault of sokka like walking because appa is too noticable, katara or someone else pokes fun to these ideas for failing miserable, which they may mean in jest, but can still really hurt, so he needs someone to encourage him that sure, maybe this idea has failed, but its just a learning experience. zuko... my god he has trauma. zuko was this sweet and kind and passionate kid born into an environment where he didnt belong and he was abused for everything that he was. ursa while was a safe haven didnt do enough to protect him, as she too was powerless. his sister turned from this sweet and kind sister to someone who quickly realised that being that way makes it impossible to survive so she began to tease and taunt and turn into a mirror of their abuser. while id like to think lu ten was there for the both of them, iroh and lu ten where getting ready for the siege so they were rather busy... and azulon actively wished that ozai kill him, and ozai, fucking ozai man, is there anything else left to be said? once ursa left... everything when down and he was burned and banished for his wish to protect his people. iroh... for all my love of iroh, he doesnt understand zukos intentions or actions, he thinks hes lost his way but... he doesnt see that zuko doesnt want to hunt the avatar, he doesnt want to stay at the tea shop, what he wants is to be home. hes not safe in the watertribes, not safe in the earth kingdom and while he isnt truly safe at home, its his nostalgia(?) and how everything hes used to is at home, its where his mother memory lives... its where his the remnants of his past relationship with azula and where his baby sister is... its as safe as a home they could get. he knows people doesnt like him and he while isnt okay with it, nothing matters more than getting home. which isnt a good reason for his literally capturing of a twelve year olds, fourteen year old and fifteen year olds, but... it is for him, hes sixteen, still a kid, like the one hes chasing and he doesnt realize that the home he hopes for isnt what he thinks it is, at least not anymore. that his father doesnt love him, that his sister is no longer the sweet kid that she used to be and she too was abused, that his mum is no longer around anymore and he doesnt have a happy life or a happy family. he repeatedly doesnt listen to iroh because iroh doesnt get it. iroh grew up loved and cherished and praise while zuko doesnt, he grows up hated with no chance of change, he... is very much an asshole and doesnt listen to anyone, but hes trying in season 3. and then... the boiling rock happens. my god, its... like my favourite episodes. sokka feels like he has to go alone because he felt like he failed, its his responsiblity, it was his mistake despite the fact that it wasnt, that there were many, many adults who it the fault could fall onto, and the fact that the odds were stacked against them completely, but sokka being who he is, still feels responsible, but wants to go alone. except, zuko wont let him, he understands sokka, because thats what hes felt like his whole life. hes

always felt like a failure, not being able to protect his sister, not being able to protect himself so he knows what sokka is going to do, and, forces himself onto the journey. its awkward, at first, because of course it is i mean this is the guy who was chasing you for half a year and was inadvertidely responsible to two of your closest friends deaths/near-deaths. but once they get past this awkwardness, the banter very much starts when they land. and zuko. zuko who never asked for someones opinion, looks to sokka for guidance and listens and encourages sokka. for me boiling rock is peak sokka for how well he plans. sokka is able to express himself and talk and give advice and when his plan fails, zuko is there to help him through it and see it with a different perspective, and they just... the trust, its there. its already there despite how much it shouldnt be. it just works so well and then sokka defends zuko to hakoda and finally hakoda tells him what he should of and... its up from there. they are just there for each other and its... wonderful. they are both absolutely miserable people but... they make each other happy. it happens so fastly too and its just absolutely wonderful.

What makes me happy about them: honestly, i just wrote what makes me happy about them and how much i love them in the above question.

What makes me sad about them: god. how complicated it will be in the actual universe and how they will have to spend most of their lives seperate from each other. ive mentioned before that im a romantic at heart and it hurts, because despite how realistic it will be to have them seperated for most of their early religion, i mean... zuko will have to stay in the firenation despite how much it isnt home for him anymore and sokka is able to move from the southern watertribe to the northern air temple and to the firenation... so id like to think that when izumi comes around, the soon travel together, as by the time izumi is around, things are getting settled and zuko doesnt need such a close eye on everything.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: listen... i dont have anything that really annoys me, except when they play into babified(?) versions of each other, (zuko beng too soft-boy and sokka... being to "daddy" if thats the correct word.) but what bothers me is the lack of sokka-comfort, all of them have trauma. sokka, too. i love zuko. hes... just my favourite/comfort character and someone who i relate to so much, hes just... ive never related to someone more than zuko, but zukka is a more mutual relationship than anything, and i wish we had more fics dealing with sokkas trauma too.

things I look for in fanfic:

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: okay, okay, okay, for zuko, i have many, i just think zuko and sokka both have extreme pretty boy privilege, and while zuko doesnt realize the effortless charm and how pretty he is, sokka most definitely does and uses it to his advantage. so... maiko, jinko, (platonic/relationship) zutara, jetko and sukka. listen. i love yue and sokkas relationship, but they had such a short time together that i could never really ship them. i think sokka mourns her and it is very valid for doing so but i always felt that he mourned his friend and what their relationship could of grown into. also i am a diehard yueki fan.

My happily ever after for them: that they grow hold together, and are able to see their children, (yes, i said children, as in izumi, varrick and senna with trans!zuko) grow and change the world and have their own families.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: dude. dude i dont know. i want them both to be held. i want both little spoon zukka and big spoon zukka. weighted blanket zukka. all zukka sleeping positions. i like to think that like me the both of them cannot stay still while they sleep, they wake up in each others arms but end up at the foot of the bed or something.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: god... everything, picnics, roadtrips, reading together, stargazing, sharing letters... just as long as they are their together everything is their favourite activity as they spent most of their youth and twenties and possibliy early thirties separate from each other.

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taeswurld · 3 years

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Ace IV [Loud & Clear]

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

genre: humor, romance

TW: violence, cursing, angst, fluff

Summary: Shifting into My Hero was a total mistake, all those tiktoks you watched on a daily about shifting somehow convinced your brain to take part. Now the question is how to wake up, and most importantly, DON’T GET ATTACHED TO STUPID DRAWINGS!

A/N: Lemme know if you need to be added to the taglist! Also, sorry for the inconsistent posting, I’m really busy but you guys seem to like my awful writing so here you go! Weekends is probably when I’ll be most active, if not definitely Wednesdays, but it truly depends.

{ACE MASTERLIST}

You were feeling slightly better.

Your mood swings have calmed down, now that you’ve had breakfast and your medicine. Hiro isn't on edge anymore, being friendlier with everyone.

And by friendlier, he isn’t growling at anyone who gets within 3 feet of you.

“Okay, so!” Mina, the girl who helped you out earlier pulled out a chair and sat next to you at the dining table.

“I asked Momo if she could make you some tea, because from what I hear, you don’t remember a single thing that happened last night. Correct?”

“Well, um, actually, I don't remember anything at all. Like it feels as if I got transported here. I can remember everything from my family and stuff but I honestly can barely remember who you guys are, just like small little snippets. I don't know, man, I’m so confused right now.” You run your hands down your face, stressed out.

You needed to get out of this weird dimension you’re in. You don’t know if your family might be worried, or if you’re body stayed there. Jesus, did you go into a coma? How will you wake up from this dream?

But, it’s too controlled and realistic to feel like a dream. Like you can control your actions, emotions, but you can't control everyone else’s. It's like they have a mind of their own.

“ Well, Y/N-chan, I suggest going to Mr. Aizawa for some advice. Maybe he can help you regain your memory. Since you don’t remember us clearly enough, I suggest everyone introducing themselves, and a favorite memory with you! For example,” she put the tea down next you and stood up. “My name is Momo Yaoyorozu, and my favorite memory with you has to be the time you helped me make chocolate covered strawberries with Sato for movie night!”

“That's a great idea Yaoyorozu! I’ll go next!” The tall, stiff guy with the glasses stood up. “My name is Tenya Ilda, and one of my treasured memories is the time you visited me, Midoriya, and Todorki in the hospital and played Uno!”

Hmm. All these memories they’ve claimed to have on you are all from cute little one shots you read when you felt lonely, and you were going through something with your friends. You would read them until 3 am, smothering in blankets and runny mascara after crying, wishing these characters could come to life.

Well, it’s too late to go back on your wish now.

“My favorite memory is when we laughed at this dumbass video of Kirishima’s Elmo impression so hard, that every time you grabbed onto my arm, I gave you a little shock, and we both laughed even harder! Oh,” he got super close to your face and showed a 10k watt smile. “I’m Denki Kaminari by the way!”

“You guys got a hold of that video? Mina, you promised you would show anyone!” Kirishima whined.

“Hey! You somehow beat me at Just Dance the other day! All’s fair in love and war!” she replied as she put her arm around him.

“My favorite memory is when you fought this weak ass villain during the training camp, and you still almost fucking died. You went off to cry like a fucking baby after, too.” The blonde from earlier came into view.

You remember that fic. You were fighting a blonde girl with space buns, and while you both were strong, you over powered her slightly, but not before she collected a little bit of your blood. In the end, you think Midoriya came to save you, but the girl escaped.

But what’s his problem? He’s been so fucking rude to you ever since you came here.

“What’s up with you? Did we hate each other or something? Like, honestly, did I shove a stick up your ass? Or kill your first born son?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You genuinely had so idea why this guy seemed to hate you so much.

“Actually, as far I remember,” Midoriya started, “you and Kacchan haven’t been on good terms since school started. You guys were starting to get along a little better, until 2 days ago when you began to fight like cats and dogs again. Except this time around, it was way worse.”

Everyone looked at you, expecting the answer to a question you didn’t have the answer to.

“Look, I don't want any problems with you. You seemed to be pretty focused on whatever, so I don't wanna get in the way of that. If you have some type of beef with me, it must’ve been pretty insignificant if I can’t remember it. Just let it go,” you get up to try to calm him down. If you’re gonna stay here for a while, which by the looks of it seems like you are, you might as well play nice.

“Jesus fuck, you have some serious mood swings.” He rolls his eyes and decides to get close to you face, much like Denki was earlier. However, his eyes didn’t have any playfulness, and he definitely wasn't smiling.

“Imma say this once, you. don't. matter. I’m going hate you like I did before, and I sure as well won’t let my guard down like last time. You aren't special enough for me to treat you nice. You want me to stop insulting you?”

He somehow gets even closer to your face. So close in fact, your noses were touching. A little closer, and your lips would nest against each other.

“Stay out of my way L/N,” he whispers with as much hatred in voice as he possibly could.

In that moment, you knew he didn’t mean a single word he said.

He was looking at your eyes, searching for something. He looked tired, he clearly hadn’t had a good nights sleep in the past few days. He looked way older than he was, as if the world sucked up his life in a matter of months. He looked sad, and concerned, but for what? You had no clue.

Now, even though you did say you would avoid the asshole at all costs, you couldn't let him be alone. You could tell you two had a little something going on before you shifted, whether you guys were friends, or rivals with no ill-intent, you definitely didn't hate each other as much as everyone claimed you did.

Despite all these feelings, and his hurt expression afterwards, you replied in the coldest voice you could muster,

“Loud and clear, dickhead.”

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alex-fucking-dempsey · 4 years

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hi love! you don’t have to but could you write a zalex fic during the camping trip where after everyone finds out about winston and alex zach checks on him and they have this super cute moment where they’re like just looking at the stats/moon? kinda like the clannah scene in s1

The Same Person That I Need is The One I'm Running From

The woods were still, they were quiet except for the occasional who-ing of owls, the rustles of the leaves, the movement of fabric as people moved in their sleep. Alex had been lying awake, he was freezing and heartbroken. Alex had his big yellow jacket on as well as being wrapped up like a burrito in his sleeping bag. He sighed, he felt so fucking betrayed and used and disgusting. He can’t believe he was played and lied to like that, he ran a hand down his face and That’s when he heard the crack of a stick right next to his tent. He saw the shadow of someone right next to his tent, his heartbeat quickened, what if it was a murderer. Alex decided he had faced scarier in his short 17-years of living and took a deep breath, waiting for the figure to go away, slowly the shadow moved towards the front of Alex and his father’s tent, then he heard a small “Alex,” He knew exactly who it was when he heard the voice, he rolled his eyes at the antics of the boy. He unzipped his sleeping bag quietly before crawling towards the front of the tent, unzipping the zippered up entrance. Seeing a familiar goofy and lopsided smile, Zach Dempsey, worlds resident sweetheart, Alex’s best friend.

“What do you want?” Alex said peeking his head through the entrance, he realized how close he was to Zach’s face, Alex flushed backing up from the entrance.

“Come out here with me,” He smiled. Alex nodded, wearily. He never needed much of reason to go with Zach, he would follow him into a void if he smiled at him like that. He zipped the tent back up before turning around and facing the boy who dragged him out of his deep and heavy thoughts. “Okay, I’m out here what do you want Dempsey?” Alex said folded his arms across his chest, his eyebrows raised.

“Can’t a man tell his best friend to wake up without wanting anything?” Alex rolled his eyes, looking at him expectedly. A small paused, Zach, said more carefully, “I heard what happened…”

Alex sighed walking away from Zach and the campsite, it was no one’s business. He was furious with the way news of the two of them had got around not only was he furious about that it had gotten around but that it had reached Zach, the one person he deliberately didn’t want to know. Zach had followed him wordlessly.

“I’m okay, you know…”

“I can’t believe that when the last time you said-” Zach inched closer to the boy in front of him with a frown painted on his lips.

“I know…” Alex whispered. He let out a loud exhale, “I really am okay, Zach,” He said turning away from Zach, he knew he’d see the lie in his face if he saw it.

“I can tell you’re not…” He said crossing his arms, “You think I can’t hear it in your voice?”

“Well, what about you huh?!” Alex’s voice crack, he felt like crying. He turned sharply in the direction of Zach.

“What about me?”

“You obviously aren’t okay,” Alex ran looked down at his shoes, “Stop caring about other people and care about yourself for once, asshole!” He rolled his eyes, looking away from Zach.

“I want to show you something,” Alex squinted his eyes a little taken back by the boy’s words, wordlessly, he nodded, Zach took the lead, the walk was awkward and uncomfortable. It was filled with the boys breathing, and the sound of twigs snapping underneath their weight. They came to a cliff, that overlooked the lake, the stars were brighter than Alex had ever seen. The small waves crashed on the shore, Alex thought it was rather peaceful.

Zach wordless walked towards the edge which caused Alex’s heart rate to speed up, although Zach didn’t completely sit at the edge, he sat closer to where the two were standing. Zach patted the hard ground next to him as a signal for him to come and sit next to him, Alex hesitantly took the gesture sitting down next to him with a groan. Zach looked up at the sky, then back at Alex. “I care about you, man,” Zach said in a small voice, “I’m sorry he used you,” Alex shifted uncomfortably looking out at the lake.

Alex furrowed his brows together, “I just…” Alex had a lot of frustration bubbling inside him. He was so hurt that people continue to use him, first Jessica, then Winston when does he get a fucking break. He let out a loud exhale, “Why do people do this me?” He said sadness and confusion filled his voice as he tucked his knees into his chest, he started to shake as the tears he’s held in almost all day were released. Zach hesitantly put a hand on his smaller counterparts shoulder, making the boy jump as a reaction, Zach felt him ease up underneath his touch. He sniffed loudly, before looking up wiping his tears on the sleeve of the yellow jacket. He laughed although, it was bitter and cold, completely void of humor. “Why am I not good enough for anyone, Zach?” He had his head on his arms that were on top of his knees, he moved it to look at Zach. His face was red, not in anger or embarrassment may be from the cold or the crying Zach couldn’t tell but all he wanted to do at that moment was make sure he was safe.

Zach sighed, looking up at the stars twinkling back at him, “They fucked up,” He shook his head, “You don’t deserve that… No one deserves this, especially not you,”

“It happens so many fucking times why wouldn’t I deserve this I fucking killed a man!”

Zach was stunned into silence all he could do was look at the stars. “Do you believe in fate?”

“That’s for dumbasses of course not,”

“Gee thanks,” Zach chuckled bumping their shoulders together. Alex just rolled his eyes and continued to look at the water crashing up against the shoreline. “I do…”

“Hence it being for dumbasses,”

“Fuck off, Standall,” Zach’s goofy grin. Alex thinks it may be his favorite smile he’s ever seen but he doesn’t dwell on the thought for very long, he already knows loud and fucking clear how Zach feels.

“Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why’d you ask if I believed in fate?” Zach was silent again, he was silent for almost two minutes before he took a good look at Alex, then back at the stars.

“Do you think if we wouldn’t have killed him someone else would have? I think about it sometimes like maybe… If he didn’t die at the hands of us it was fate for him to die that night?”

Alex pondered the question, he didn’t like thinking about Bryce. It made him physically ill- he had blood on his hands that no matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how many times he’s washed his hands- they are stained with the blood of Bryce Walker. “Isn’t that taking the easy way out?”

“I guess so,” Zach stretched back putting his hands behind him as he watches the stars, he loved how beautiful and collected they were, he was envious of flaming balls of gas. “But still… You know, we aren’t the only ones who wanted to kill him I mean there was like a hundred suspects before they narrowed it down to us.”

Alex mulled that thought over, “I mean I guess you aren’t wrong, he was a piece of shit.” Zach nodded. A thick blanket of silence and tension fell over them. “How’d you know?”

“About you and Winston?” Alex nodded slowly, “Ani and Clay told us about Winston Jessica told me that you guys were you know…”

“Making out?” Alex deadpanned, “Truth be told,” Alex said getting into the same position as Zach, “I never hooked up with him,”

“Why?” Zach blurted out before he could keep his big dumb mouth shut, “I-I mean…”

“I don’t want to have sex with people who I’m unsure of…”

“When did you become such a sap,”

Alex just rolled his eyes looked away from him, “Shut up, it doesn’t even matter he didn’t even like me anyway,” Alex said rather bitterly yet he was still playful. He felt a pinky brush his own he knew it was Zach’s- neither of them made an effort to move their hands so they kept their pinkies overlap.

“He’s a fool,” Zach shrugged, now at this point, Zach’s hand was on top of Alex’s smaller one neither cared to move it. Reason three billion and four why Alex thought Zach liked him- the two of them could be hanging out and Zach and he would basically be holding the hands of each other and not say a single word and leave their hands there. “You are an amazing person, Alex,”

Alex just nodded, the two savored the silence as they looked at the sky. The night sky wasn’t completely clear it had small clouds moving passed the stars, quickly. Alex loved to watch the sky so intently he’d be able to see the world spin. Alex laid his head on Zach’s shoulder, “I’m obviously fucking not Zach… I have a hole in my head, I have this dumbass limp, I mean look at me I’m so fucking ugly it’s no wonder why people leave…” He was just ranting out loud, but what he had said had hurt Zach’s own feelings.

His brows scrunched together, “I don-”

“Zach, you opinion doesn’t matter you’re my best friend you’re supposed to say these things.”

“No, I’m not I could agree with you but they aren’t true, I mean sure yeah you shot yourself so? You’re still just as beautiful as before if not more so, there is beauty in pain you know,”

` Alex sighed. He had no idea why Zach insisted on saying these things about him. He felt hurt in a way that he is allowed to say these things and also not reciprocate the feelings Alex has. He couldn’t wrap his head around why Zach did things like this. “We should head back,”

Zach shook his head, “No one is calling us, let’s just enjoy the stars.”

“Are you some sort of astrologist?”

“No, but sometimes- like right now, it’s peaceful… Like it’s just eh two of us,”

“Would you like that?” Zach looked away, Alex, didn’t take back his words nor his hand.

“I would, yeah.”

Yet, another thing to add on Alex’s running tally of reasons why he loves Zach, “Me too,”

Zach nodded as he hesitantly intertwined the two’s fingers neither one of them pulled away, they just stared at the stars in comfortable silence, just the two of them.

#anon #anon prompt #zalex #13rw #13rw s4 #13rw s4 spoilers #13rw fanfiction #zach dempsey #alex standall #winston williams #13rw au #au: canon divergence #fluff fic #angst with a hopeful ending #chase atlantic

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➼ Summary: She’s known him since high school. He’s her best friend, the person she’d find herself hanging out with, her ride or die. She’d tell him everything except a little secret she kept. She didn’t think he’d keep something from her too… but he did. The problem is that he can’t tell her that she’s next in line for the throne. ➼ Pairing: BTS x OC (Aurora Celestine x Jeon Jungkook) ➼ WC: 10k ➼ Genres: Secretly Royalty AU! Agent AU! College AU! Angst, Fluff ➼ Rating: PG-14 ➼ Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Violence, Violence, Guns, Blood, Injury, Mentions of Deaths, Mentions of Gore, Talk about Kidnapping (a tiny bit), Mentions of Death/Character Death ➼ Status: Oneshot

One of her main hobbies was painting. She loved watching the colours blend and make a beautiful shade, she loved creating pieces of art she could cherish and proudly say that it's her own. If you asked her why she loved painting so much, she'd tell you that it's because it's the one thing she can't mess up in her life. She'd tell you that you couldn't mess up paintings because you could draw over your mistake or you can turn your mistake into a happy accident and make something even more appealing than it originally was. She'd tell you that the beauty of creating something out of your own thoughts and imagination and putting it down on a blank canvas is something you can't take away from someone.

That's why she loves painting.

If I'm being honest, she thought, intensely absorbed by her painting, it was the only world I could go to without being judged.

The sun was bleeding into her room, shedding enough light to not turn on her bedroom lights. Her navy blue curtains with white polka dots stars were pulled back to the sides, her sullicents resting on the window seal. She was able to see the frontcourt of her college, with the occasional students walking in the grass fields. This time, her eyes caught the eye of two males who looked like jocks, hoodies covering their faces.

At this point while she paints, no one would be able to break her out of her concentration, even if they tried really hard. She would always stay in this sort of imaginary bubble that no one could pierce but herself.

At times, this was good. Since she lived in a private dorm, she had all the liberty in the world. In different cases, it did limit her from completing some assignments that slipped her mind. After all, she was a 3rd-year university student working to earn her Criminal Justice degree to hopefully become a lawyer one day. She needed to concentrate on that but she did love painting more, something no one could take away from her.

Though, one person would be able to break her out of her meditative state and he's the only person that she would put her work on hold for.

That person was Jeon Jungkook.

Her best friend since sophomore year of high school, her prom date, her one friend who was a guy who didn't want her for her body. The guy she'd have sleepovers with and would go on extreme adventures with.

Her sun in the bright blue sky.

That was her best friend, Jeon Jungkook.

She would tell you that she had no clue how she met him; she'd recall him being a foreign exchange student who barely knew any English and her generous heart decided to be his friend.

That was the beginning of her friendship.

She remembers him as this shy boy who was curious but at the same time afraid of the new environment, as she recalls. She still remembers the first day she met him and the way he waved and smiled at her.

In 10th grade, Aurora wasn't a loner but she wasn't popular either. She would mind her own business and would find herself involved in problems she wanted nothing to do with. She was your typical girl; a mixed girl from both French and African descent, though her skin colour was more on the pale side. She has long black hair, originally in tight curls but she recently straightened it, and she'd wear glasses because she's too scared to put contact lenses on.

She'd call herself bubbly and carefree, almost like the typical happy go lucky type of gal. Despite that, she was quiet and more of an introvert. She wouldn't call herself ugly but she wouldn't call herself attractive (much to her best friend dismay since he's adamant that she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen). She was also extremely smart and able to pick up on things quickly (though she would still ignore the red flags surrounding her).

Jungkook, however, was the polar opposite of the girl. He was smart, extroverted and was extremely handsome when he hit his peak at the age of 18 (and he knows it too). He was more of a party animal in disguise; he would show uninterest for parties unless Aurora was going and that's about it. He was popular at their college, almost finding himself at the center of attention for everyone on a daily basis, it doesn't help that he was extremely good at everything too. He had friends, lots of them and girls would often pin over him in hopes of getting together. Not to mention that he'd find himself busy all the time because of all the clubs meetings he had.

But he'd drop everything if she needed him.

It wasn't hard though, they both lived in a coed dorm so they would constantly see each other.

It's annoying if I was mad at him, Aurora thought while finishing up her painting. I wonder where he is too. It is past nine after all.

As if on cue, her phone started ringing. She picked it up knowing who it was as she brought her legs to her chest, running a hand through her hair. "I was wondering when you’d call since I haven't seen you since like four."

"I was held up on some assignments so I had to get my partner and finish them."

"What kind?" she asked curiously, her eyes trailing to the now fallen sunset. She played with the ends of her hair, her eyes sparkling against the biggest star in the solar system before night seeped into the sky before her very eyes.

"Something about the mind of a criminal with mental illness versus a criminal with malicious intent," his tone seemed distracted as he spoke and she could've sworn she heard a grunt in the background followed by shuffling.

"You sure?" she asked with a playful tone, "sounds like someone's wrestling."

"Well," Jungkook sighed into the phone, "he did hit foot on a corner while walking, maybe that's what you heard."

She raised her eyebrows while sitting upright in her chair, "oh, you're with someone?" she said with a quiet tone, almost bummed, "am I interrupting something?"

Jungkook scoffed before replying, "no, of course not. He was just leaving, you're fine."

Aurora hummed in response as she looked out the window, the first few stars appearing in the late evening sky. "Well, when are you gonna get back, I have a piece I finished and I want to show it to you… I mean if that’s okay of course."

The boy chuckled on the phone, something he did when he found his best friend amusing. "Don't worry, I'll be back in around thirty minutes and how many times do I need to tell you that I love seeing your artwork?" he said, "also do me a favour and clean up the paint station; you are not a child."

She gasped offended on the phone while twirling her hair, "um, excuse me! Don't even get me started with you."

"You're a disaster."

"You're god's worst creation."

"Ouch."

"Good," she laughed, "it should hurt."

Jungkook exasperated on the line and said, "alright, I gotta finish something. I gotta go-"

While getting up, Aurora picks up her painting utensils and says in a teasing tone, "are you gonna hang up without saying I love you?"

The male grumbled under his breath as if annoyed by the request, "are we doing this now?"

"Mh-hm."

"Aurora-"

"Please," the younger girl whined and the male could practically see the pout forming on her face. "For me?"

"Oh my fucking god," he whispered lowly, "I love you okay? Bye."

Aurora laughed as Jungkook hung up and continued cleaning her station. She smiled triumphantly since she didn't really care if he was busy, she still managed to annoy and will definitely remember it.

As the male placed his phone in his pocket, he sighed and looked at the two males figures lying on the floor with busted lips and black eyes forming. He rolled his eyes at their attempt to get up so he stalked towards the older one and crouched down while clicking his tongue.

He had spotted both males suspiciously making their way towards the main hall but he didn't actually pay attention to them, at least until he saw that they didn't have any key cards which give someone access to the building. He had just gotten back from handing in an assignment so he technically didn't lie to Aurora but took longer to get back to the dorms after filling in a weekly report to his agency.

He was already surveying the males but as soon as he figured they weren't from here, his inner red flags were going off since he does know everyone from this specific college.

What really set the tone was that when he approached them, he recognized their ring also immediately and he instantly guided them to a closed-off alleyway and they soon caught onto who he was.

But it was too late since they soon found themselves on the floor.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you again."

The male on the floor looked at Jungkook with wide eyes but found himself unable to speak. He certainly didn't expect to find Jeon Jungkook at the college where he had to complete his mission. He was scared, to say the least, terrified even. "You can make this a lot easier for you and your little friend, I mean, if you're smart enough."

The long-haired black male looked around before reaching for something in his back pocket. His eyes turned cold and deadly, the smirk that was once placed on his lips turned into a thin line. "What are Seventeen’s minions doing here?" The male below him almost yelled in fear at the sight of the weapon pulled out on him but quickly hushed when the barrel pressed against his forehead.

“Obviously, I'm not stupid,” Jungkook smirked, mocking both males in front of him. “I know SVT wouldn't be dumb enough to send their inner circle but I do want to ask why they sent inexperienced men to kidnap the princess.”

To everyone from the students to the professors, Jungkook is an average student with crazy high charisma and a popular male. To Aurora, he was her best friend and wouldn't trade him for the world. To his secret organization, he was a special agent assigned to protect princess Aurora Celestine by the king and queen of France.

He was given three special rules to follow; befriend the princess, protect her and finally, never tell her who she really is until she turns 22. Those were the rules he has yet to break and doesn't think he would anytime soon.

He needed to befriend Aurora since he was going to be around her all the time and to not act like a total creep, becoming friends with her was the safest route. He didn't expect her to be so friendly from the beginning but he was taken by surprise when she approached him first and offered to teach him English (even if he already knew the language) so he took it as the first step of gaining her trust.

Jungkook clicked his tongue again, almost aggravated that both males weren't talking. He got up and leaned his back on the dark red brick wall, a mocking smirk laced on his lips. "Honestly I'm the nicer one out of all of us; heard Hoseok uses electric clips to--"

"Okay! Okay!"

"You idiot! Don't say anything!" The one next to him yelled.

The older boy cried out while wincing at his own wounds, "they wanted to confirm her location since they've had some intel on other places she could be." He grimaced while looking up at the special agent, "this place just happened to be it."

"Let me get this straight," the agent ran a hand through his hair with an eyebrow raised. "They sent multiple men to different locations they had intel on? Dammit."

From the corner of his eye, he saw the younger of the pair quickly get to his feet and ran towards the open field. Jungkook sighed out and gave him about ten seconds to run with his limp before lazily gripping his gun and shooting the male in the head.

A small breeze-like sound was heard as the long black haired male lowered his silencer and turned to the other who was frightened and begging for his life. He pinched the bridge of his nose before grumbling, "he ran, he got shot. You stayed and might live... keyword might," he deadpanned while playing his long silver earrings.

Dumbass, the agent repeated in his mind, brave for trying to run but a dumbass nonetheless.

As the injured male quailed in fear and sobbed silent, Jungkook made a quick phone call and sighed into his phone, realization seeping into his thoughts. As the line was picked up, the college student looked around to make sure no one was around.

"Jimin? Yeah, we have a problem."

Aurora turned her head towards the door unlocking and smiled when she heard the footsteps she recognizes all too well. She just finished cleaning her art station too. Her hair was placed into a messy bun, a few strands falling on the sides on her face.

Her smile grew wider when she saw her best friend walk in with take-out and boba in his hands, a small grin placed on his face. "Figured you were hungry."

"For take-out? Yeah, no shit." She stated, pushing her thin gold-framed glasses up her nose. She quickly shuffled to the living room while asking, "why'd you buy food? It's like nine. "

"It's never too late for takeout," Jungkook simply said while walking over to the table near the living room.

Although they'd share a dorm room together, despite it being allowed, people still had questions as to why; not only about his roommate but about the dorm itself.

It was huge for two people. The simple layout was this; you would walk in through the door and then you would be greeted by open space. The living room facing the door and they were separated by a hallway that led to both rooms, who were opposite of each other, at both ends of the dorm. Next to the living room was the kitchen with an isle in the middle. Next to the kitchen was said hallway that led to Jungkook's room where he had his own master room and a bathroom. Same for Aurora.

Not to mention the decoration and furniture. Everything about the dorm room was expensive and sometimes, Aurora would feel guilty about it.

You see, the female grew up in the foster system after the original family she was with passed in a tragic car accident. This was the family she was with after the king and queen sent her to America to keep her safe after receiving multiple threats against the fetus. At the time, the kingdom's forces were weak and they couldn't rely on their own soldiers to keep their child safe so they entrusted a family in America to keep Aurora safe until she was twenty-two.

However, the couple died in the accident, she was the only one to survive at the age of three. She was put in the foster system without her royal family knowing and was moved around from house to house until an old couple finally adopted her. That being said, at a young age, she quickly learned how cruel and horrible the world was.

Jungkook knew a bit of her situation but she absolutely refused to tell him the full story, so she kept it away from the day she met him.

To her, Jungkook's parents are wealthy and helped pay for his expenses. What she didn't expect was for them to treat her like family and go as far as to pay for her expenses as well. She still remembers that moment as clear as day and she will forever be thankful for their blessing.

She grabbed the remote to turn on the television and started shuffling through various channels. As she did so, she asked, "what was the paper about?"

"Huh?" the black-haired questioned, grabbing his bubble tea. He rested his arm on his elevated leg, watching at the split-second images appearing on the screen before another popped up. "What paper?"

She sent him a quick confused look at him, her eyebrows raising, "the paper you and someone had to give back to the professor." Not giving him a chance to answer, she added, "kinda stupid if you asked me. Why submit an assignment by paper and not digital?"

"I don't know," he said lazily, opening his food. "Must have had a change of heart."

"This late though?" she asked with skepticism, "isn't that odd? You would think that he would want it at the end of class or something. Not nearly ten."

"Aurora," Jungkook said, a bit harsh, his exhaustion getting the best of him. His eyes finding hers as she chooses a movie to watch "doesn't really matter if you asked me, probably a one-time thing. Don't worry about it."

She left out a huff of air before grumbling under her breath, something about the harshness of his tone before finally setting the remote down and indulging in her food. "Whatever."

The agent sighed, regretting the tone he used on her, “I’m sorry,” he said while running his hand through his hair. “It’s been a long day.”

The princess didn’t say anything at first, instead, she took a sip of her drink before mumbling out, “Doesn’t mean you gotta-”

“Yeah,” he sighed again while glancing at the female, “I’m sorry.”

Aurora sulked, pursing her lips while watching the tv. She didn’t spare a look at the male, instead, she started eating her food as well.

“What, you’re gonna ignore me?” The tone the agent used was playful. “That’s not fair,” he whined, pouting as the girl didn’t look at him once more.

“Fine,” he whispered while reaching for her boba, “I guess I can take this back-”

His hand was slapped away from the princess while they got each other’s gazes. It wasn’t long until their blank expressions turned into smiles, a small fit of giggles filling the room.

Time went by and soon it was an hour later, the food done and the female leaning her head on the male's shoulder. It was quiet as the night went on, a couple of comments here and there but it ceased as soon as they both were captivated by the movie.

Though, Jungkook couldn't necessarily focus. His mind kept trailing to a couple of hours ago and even if he tried his best to enjoy the night, he kept thinking about it.

"Damn," Jungkook cursed under his breath, frustration seeping into his features.

Aurora looked up at him and whispered tiredly, "what's wrong?"

He turned his head to find her gaze and smile softly, "nothing, just enjoy the movie." So she did, her head falling back onto Jungkook's shoulder.

He couldn't enjoy the movie though and that frustrated him. Soon after he had killed one of two males, he called Jimin, his group’s informant, and told him everything that happened. It wasn't long until a car passed by, one that he recognized to be from the organization and stopped in the very alleyway he was waiting.

There were three; two who took care of the body and the other culprit and another that reviewed all the information with the male. He had to be quick however since he knew it wasn't uncommon for students to lurk around this early in the night.

What really got him to think was how exactly they found her. If he hadn't caught them when he did, there's no telling what would've happened. He didn't even want to think about it, especially the consequences.

Jungkook wasn't scared of the higher-ups in the organization, if anything, he could take care of himself and he had his group to help him out. What he was scared of was the idea of failing her, of failing the royal family. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her and the thought of Aurora on the brink of being taken a couple of hours ago made him shiver.

Of course, she didn't know and she couldn't know until sometime next year as requested by her parents.

Which reminds him, "Hey, what was the painting you wanted to show me?" he asked but when she didn't respond, the black-haired male looked down only to notice that the princess was fast asleep. He let out a small puff of air before getting on his feet, picked her up and placed her on the couch.

Jungkook quickly cleaned up the living room and put the leftover drinks and food in the fridge before turning off all the lights and television. He sighed and walked over to the couch, picked her up in his arms and brought her to her room.

Jungkook smiled while carrying her to her room, "somethings just never change." He brought her into her room, one that had fairy lights as actually lights and an art station for her paintings and work.

He slowly and carefully laid her down on her bed, draping the sheets over her and watched as she stirred in her bed before finally returning to her sleeping state. He smiled as he went over to his window to close it.

He came across the painting he supposed she had been working on and wanted to show him. He viewed the piece in awe as he immediately knew the place to be the castle where the royals lived in France. He picked it up and looked at all the details, impressed at how it looks compared to the original picture. He looked back at the sleeping girl and whispered, "if only you knew."

He sighed and placed the canvas down, closed the window and the blinds before heading towards the door. Before he left, he heard a small, "goodnight Kook."

He looked back at his best friend before smiling at her and muttered out, "goodnight princess," before closing the door and making his way to his room to rest as well.

He sighed heavily while walking, the thought of earlier still haunting.

I'll keep her safe, he swore to his heart, I promise.

It's been about a week since the attempted kidnapping and it's been a week since Jungkook apparently changed his mind and major to Criminal Law.

It was sudden, he even knew that but with everything going on, he couldn’t risk something happening to his best friend just because he was in another room at the exact same time.

"What’s with the change of heart?" Aurora asked him while they were walking towards the study hall and eventually towards their classroom. Aurora did also notice a change in her best friend. She noticed how he had been on edge since he came back that one night but he refused to give her any information on what happened.

She shook it off as she always did. She remembered one day during senior year when this guy had approached her (he was a transfer student) and asked her if she could help him with his homework. Aurora, being the kind-hearted person she was, agreed but instead of tutoring him alone, Jungkook tagged along.

Now if you asked Jungkook, he'd tell you it was one of EXO's outer circle gaining intel on her by the small EXO tattoo he had on his wrist. Yeah, that guy left the school soon after and had an accident while driving.

As both students walked further down the hallway, Jungkook only shrugged his shoulder. "It's the first semester and I found out that psych was boring so I wanted to see how interesting your class was."

"By switching your major?" She asked genuinely confused as to why her best friend, who before pestered her to take psych with him, was now changing in junior year. "Not to mention that we're graduating next year. You'll get confused."

Walking into their classroom, the black-haired male smirk at the brunette, "I'm a quick learner."

"Not quick enough to understand-"

“Okay but still,” Jungkook interrupted, waving to some students who had called his name to receive a greeting. “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s not like I’m gonna fail.”

Aurora scoffed, moving her hair out of her face, “but there’s always a possibility. Criminal Law isn’t just something you can pick up on in the middle of a period of time,” she explained, frustration settling into her features. “You gotta start from the beginning otherwise you won’t understand a thing.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow her way, “you just explained every other major.”

The woman paused, not knowing what to say. Why doesn’t he understand that I’m trying to help him? she thought. She clenched her jaw and quickly said, “listen to me, I’m telling you this is a bad idea.”

Jungkook suppressed an eye roll and clicked his tongue. He too was getting a bit impatient by the number of times he’s tried telling her to leave the subject at bay. Why doesn’t she get that I’m doing this for her protecting her? The thought clouded his mind. He averted her gaze while saying, “I don’t think it is, I think that I can do whatever I want.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered out harshly, not trying to make a scene as she noticed some students staring at them. “Don’t you see that I’m trying to watch out for you? You’re going to regret this in a few weeks.”

"Aurora please," the male sighed, clearly tired of explaining himself to the girl. "Just drop it."

He was about to say something but noticed people approaching them. They moved out of the way so that other students could walk to their seats but stopped when he saw someone walk in that he didn’t recognize.

It was a male that was his height, dark brown hair and wore dark clothes. The male was hiding behind sunglasses but Jungkook still caught his gaze.

Something about it put him on edge, either the way he held eye contact with the agent or the way a small smile laced his lips.

"Hello?" Aurora rolled her eyes at her best friend's sudden stupor and sighed when he snapped out of it. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder while gritting her teeth, “staring off into the distance is not an effective way to ignore me.”

He gave her a look, one he used when he thought she said something stupid, “ I’m not ignoring you.”

“Then what are you doing? Huh?” she pushed while huffing out.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair. “I’m looking at who’s in this class to see if I know them.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed, “you know the entire school.” She clenched her jaw even harder and ushered out, “what's gotten into you? It's like you're being more paranoid than usual.”

"I'm not paranoid."

"Yeah, because I believe that," she whispered annoyed. "What's going on with you? Are you keeping something from me? What happened-?"

“It’s nothing,” he said, getting even more annoyed than he already was. “Just drop it.”

“Why are you constantly checking up on me?” she suddenly asked, taking the opportunity to question him about his behaviour this past week. She noticed it, it was painfully obvious. She noticed how he would constantly ask her where she was going, when, with who and would even walk her to her classes which made him late to his own. She didn’t mention it at first but wanted to know now why he switched to the exact major she was in. “If there’s anything going on you can tell me.”

“Nothing’s going on,” he dismissed once more, his tone slightly cold and harsh. “I’m allowed to switch my majors if I want.” He clicked his tongue while gripping his backpack sleeve tighter than before. “The last time I checked, I didn’t need my best friend’s approval on whatever I did.”

She scoffed, way louder than she intended to and practically whispered out, “oh, really? That’s a bit hypocritical if you ask me,” she snarled, her ears becoming red. “Weren’t you doing it to me the entire week? What’s up with that?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth, frustration seeping into his veins, “you wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand!?”

“I’m doing this to protect you!”

“I don’t need a babysitter! I can take care of myself!” She yelled. Every student gaze was now on both her and Jungkook. “I don’t care about the reason, you’re just too stubborn to understand that I’m looking out for your future with a diploma in a major you don’t want!”

“That isn’t your call!” he yelled back, fed up with her reasoning. “You don’t know what’s best for me!”

“Same goes to you!” she yelled again, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration, “you can’t ignore me and be a hypocrite. I don’t need you telling me what to do.” She took a deep breath and calmed herself down, trying to regain her composure. “Why? What are you hiding from me?”

“Just drop it,” Jungkook told her on the brink of snapping at her. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“No,” she insists, annoyance dripping from her words, “I want to know. What won’t I understand? What are you hiding from me-?”

"Aurora,” he snarled, his eyes seemingly darkening. “I said drop it," Jungkook quickly dismissed, giving her an icy cold gaze. She was taken aback from his reaction. There was a dangerous glare in his eyes, one she's never seen before. It surprised her so much to the point where she had to take a step back from the man, resulting in her back hitting the wall of the classroom. A lot of the students who were looking now turned their gaze to other people or spots of the classroom.

This is not my best friend, she thought. Something about the gaze he gave her made her shake in her boots, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in fear.

Jungkook quickly caught onto her reaction and immediately tried to apologize, "Aurora-"

"Everyone to your seats, please."

That was her escape; the teacher, who just walked in, asking all students to be seated. She quickly clutched her bag over her shoulder and walked around Jungkook, making her way to her normal seat without sparing a glance at the male.

What’s gotten into him? The question settled into her mind, an unshakable feeling she couldn’t quite describe made her tremble. She averted everyone’s gaze as she chose a seat near the back of the class in the very last row. Let’s just get it through class, she scoffed under her breath while arranging her stuff.

The agent sighd under his breath and watched as she made it to a seat. He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Damn,” he whispered and quickly made his way towards the back of the class as well, just opposite from the princess.

I did switch for you., Jungkook thought while looking at Aurora once more, I just wish you knew why.

It’s not until thirty minutes into the lecture that Jungkook finds himself completely and utterly uninterested in the current lecture. It was like the academy all over again, he thought to himself, we had to learn this stuff since the day we got in. If I’m being honest, it feels like a waste of my time.

It’s not like he wanted to change his major, he did it all for Aurora’s sake. In fact, he was a bit reluctant to change it since he loved Psychology so much. It took a lot of convincing from Jimin to get him to switch.

You see, Jungkook, especially when he became a foreign student, wasn’t the most approachable person. He always had this sort of aura around him that screamed hostility to some and danger to others. Of course, in university, that aura changed to be more self-reverse to anything else but he still was able to get to know everyone.

Let’s remember that he was assigned to protect the princess at a rather young age and back then, he was still a rookie who had absolutely no experience in what he did.. Of course, he was cold and hostile to everyone he met. It was less extreme while in university but still, he still is trying to learn to control his various tones.

Which is why Aurora, for a small moment, was scared of her best friend. He knew the reason too. The only time he had used that certain icy cold tone was when he knew someone was a threat. The fact that he lost his composure in front of everyone but also in front of his best friend, the princess he’s supposed to protect and the woman who was just looking out for him.

He groaned under his breath out of frustration and was about to look at her again when he received a notification about a vidéo call. He straightens in his seat, confused as to why someone would want to talk to him at this moment, fully knowing he’s in class.

He quickly grabs his AirPods and connects them to his laptop and answers the call. He gives the person on the screen a confused look. Why is Namjoon video calling me for? he asked himself.

Aurora sighed in her seat, her fingers cramping from typing all her notes all the while listening to the professor explain the various regulations of the first amendment. She tried her best to ignore the constant voices in her head reminding her about the argument she just had with her best friend.

Yes, my very hypocritical best friend, the voice in her mind said. One that doesn’t listen to me.

She sighed again, taking a quick break to correct any grammar mistakes she could have possibly have made.

“Excuse me,” she turned her head to a male with dark brown hair and sunglasses placed on the top of his head. He offered her a gentle smile, one that somehow calmed her down. “Are you okay? I don’t mean to intrude but I couldn’t help but ask if you were okay after the argument you had with your boyfriend.”

“My boyfriend?” she laughed, “you mean Jungkook? He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“O-oh,” the male immediately became flustered, “I-I wasn’t assuming o-or anything, I swear!”

She giggled and found herself sending him a soft smile, “it’s okay, don’t worry.”

The male chuckled awkwardly and stook out his hand, “I’m Kunhang, Wong Kunhang.”

Aurora gladly shook his hand and said, “I’m Aurora. Aurora Celestine… I’m kinda following your format.”

Kunhang smiled at her, “that’s a beautiful name.”

It was now the princess’s turn to get flustered as she blushed and looked away. “Oh uh, thank you.”

Oh wow, she said to herself, looking at the student in front of her. He’s really cute too.

“Hey uh, since he’s not your boyfriend... You wanna maybe get coffee after class?” Kunhang asks while avoiding her gaze, “it’s totally cool if it’s a no-”

“You know what?” she whispers, “what if we go right now?”

“Like n-now now?”

Aurora nods her head, a bright but mischievous smile on her face, “mh-hm. Let’s ditch class, I haven’t done something like this before but come on!”

They both slowly nod and they both start packing their bags. “And what about Jungkook?”

Aurora looks behind her to see her best friend completely focused on the screen in front of him, not noticing her small plan of leaving class to go on a coffee date- date? She asked herself, yeah… a coffee date. To go on a coffee date with a guy she just met.

Obviously, she wasn’t thinking straight. It was painfully obvious that she was doing this to defy Jungkook and get on his nerves but right now, she doesn’t care.

“He and his ass can stay paranoid for all I care.”

Wait… should I really be doing this? She asked herself as she found herself staring at her best friend. A sudden guilt forms in her throat as she reconsiders her decisions. I mean, is worrying him worth it?

“Hey,” Hendery whispers, quietly grabbing his bag after putting all his supplies in it, “it’ll be fun, and if anything he can call you right? You don’t need to worry about him.”

“Yeah but…” she hesitates, wondering if going along with her sudden thought plan is really worth it. “Maybe I shouldn’t-”

“Aurora was it?” the girl nods as the male sends her a comforting smile. “You can choose to go or not but just remember that you’re an adult and one day, Jungkook won’t be there. You gotta make decisions for yourself.”

Jungkook won’t be there huh? She replays the words in her head, letting them seep into her mind. She nods in agreement with the student she just met and says, “you’re right… Jungkook isn’t always going to be around and I can make my own decisions right?” She looked at Kunhang for confirmation, almost wanting him to reassure her that she’s making the right decision.

“That’s the spirit!” he quickly covered his own mouth after exclaiming too loud, a few students looking at them weirdly before returning to whatever they were doing. He leaned into her and whispered into Aurora’s ear, “I think we should get going.”

She hastily nodded, “y-yeah,” packed her things and without distributing the lesson, exiting the classroom with ease.

Before leaving, Aurora glanced at her best friend and scoffed under her breath, noticing that he’s still fixated on his computer screen. Though, she still smiles lightly for some reason. It’s something about watching Jungkook finally focus on something other than her. It’s weird, she thought, but it makes me glad? I don’t know. “You don’t always need to protect me,” she whispered, “thank you though, but I can take care of myself.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the news Namjoon gives him, “what do you mean it’s bigger than we thought?” He ignores the stares some of the students send him and leans out of his seat. “I thought it was only Seventeen?” he says in a hushed voice.

“That’s what we thought too,” Namjoon nods his head while crossing his hands on the brown office table, “but based on the research Jimin and Taehyung have done, apparently the BIG3 is out to get her as well.”

“Are you serious right now?” he inquires in bewilderment and lowers his computer screen out of paranoia. “How many?”

“Five.”

Silence falls onto the conversation as Jungkook ceases all movement. Five groups, the thought swirls in his head, five groups wanting to kidnap the princess.

With this newly learned information, he has every right to be paranoid and on guard at all times. What if something happened to her? The question itself sends a shiver down his spine, one that gives him chills all over his body. He couldn’t let that happen.

He would never forgive himself.

He did feel guilty for snapping at Aurora and during his conversation with Namjoon, his mind kept wandering to her and the look on her face when he snapped. He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t do that now, not while they’re in class and during his little unexpected meaning with Namjoon.

After class, he thought, I’ll take her out for boba and I’ll apologize… and maybe I might tell her everything that’s happening. He suppressed a small smile tugging his lips as he thought, yeah… I’ll tell her everything even if the agency doesn’t approve.

“Excluding Seventeen, we have NCT, EXO, Stray Kids, GOT7 and BigBang after her-”

“BigBang?” The black-haired student questions as he comes out of his cloud of thoughts and raises an eyebrow, “aren’t they on hiatus after what happened?”

“Not anymore; sightings of them have been reported for a few weeks now.”

“Great.”

Namjoon merely nods his head curtly and pulls out a file from a folder off-camera, “you should receive the document in a few minutes, all the information on every individual as well as their new additions will be on the files. Read through it and I mean everything.”

On cue, the agent receives a notification about a folder sent to him. Hiding the video call window, he opens the said folder and is immediately met with the information of all the groups mentioned by Namjoon. “What do they want with her?”

“Stuff you don’t want to know about.”

“But-” the younger’s eyes widened with a sudden realization that hit him way harder than it should’ve. He sat there, baffled in his chair as he read all the information about GOT7, and that alone irked him to no end. “Oh,” was the only thing he could say at that moment.

“As I said, the reasons for her kidnapping the princess is something that’ll make you uncontrollable. It’s best you don’t know.” The leader of his unit dismissed any ideas or questions his subordinate had.

Jungkook hummed as he skimmed through the information, memorizing every face in the folder. He kept his eye out for any movement around him. “What else do we know?”

Namjoon sighed and stored the files he pulled out since he knew Jungkook was looking at the digital papers. “Unfortunately nothing,” the leader grumbles under his breath, upset at the very lack of information prohibiting his unit from learning more about the threat. “All we’re running is what the culprit from the incident you had last week.”

One-click after another, Jungkook comes across NCT's files. This specific group is new to him since they’ve been under the radar for a, being a new group and b, they're under SM (who are very careful with their new units). “What’s with the 21 members?”

“Every single individual is a great asset to their team,” the leader informs, “each of twenty-one members is specially trained in a certain field. For example, there’s the WayV unit.”

Almost taking him by surprise, Jungkook’s mouse starts moving and if it wasn’t for him knowing that Namjoon hacked into his computer, he would’ve suspected it was someone else. He guides the younger directly to the WayV unit files, where each member’s personal files were vertically one after another. “The WayV unit of NCT is the kidnapping and assassination unit. They’ve been known to kidnapping multiple people, including former Starship, BigHit and Cube agents and using them for ransom money which goes directly to SM. The reported cases of assassinations that have yet to be confirmed by WayV include mutilation, lacerations, GWS, strangulation and the bodies found have had significant evidence of torture.”

Jungkook shifts in his seat out of discomfort and disgust. He watches as Namjoon clicks the next button on his screen to reveal the members of WayV. “There’s Kun, Ten, Winwin, Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery and Yangyang.”

“Wait.”

The young agent pauses in his seat, hoping that his eyes deceived him. “Go back a slide.”

When his leader did what he was asked, Jungkook took one good look at the screen before snapping his head to search the entire classroom for the male he recognized from his fight with Aurora.

But not only did he not find the male he was searching for, he also couldn’t find the very person he was protecting.

And to make matters worse, in the far distance, a faint scream was heard. Every single person in the room ceased what they were doing to look in the direction of the door, curiosity evident on their faces.

The agent’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, fear and dread coursing through his veins as he sprung up from his seat and rushed down the stairs of the room, nearly tripping over the various steps.

“Mr. Jeon, just where do you think-?”

Jungkook ran past the teacher and out the door, running as fast as he could through the halls of the university. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know which direction to take but he just needed to run. He just needed to find her.

He ran past the confused gazes of professors asking him what was happening since he himself didn’t know what was going on.

Or at least, that’s what he wanted to think. He wanted all of it to be a misunderstanding and let himself believe that the scream, which sounded a lot like the person under his care, wasn’t hers. He wanted to convince himself that she went to the bathroom or any kind of excuse that could ease his racing heart.

But the faster he ran and the closer her got to the location of the scream, the louder his head was pounding, his heart was racing, the adrenaline rushing in his body.

Please, he begged in his heart, I didn’t pay attention for a couple minutes,

He pushed his legs to the point where they started burning, along with his throat and chest. He needed to find her. He didn’t care, he rushed needing to find the princess.

He felt awful, he even felt disgusted with himself. How could he leave her all alone? The only thing he promised himself he wouldn’t let happen happened, and that’s potentially letting his guard down and someone taking her away from him.

He found himself outside near the back of the school, where the parking lot is. He hastily pushed open the doors, heaving for air as he searched for a way to calm himself down. He squinted his eyes against the burning sun and looked into the distance. All he sees are cars parked next to one another and the well decorated parking space.

He worked forward, taking small but quiet steps. Something about the atmosphere was dense and the air was heavier than usual. It’s too quiet, he said to himself, I don’t like it.

He reached for his front pocket, only to realize that the only thing he has on him is his phone. He cursed under his breath for forgetting his pistol. He looked around and started to hear the faint sound of a car revving and to him, it sounded like it started getting closer and closer.

It’s only when he saw a jet black van pull into the parking lot that he took cover behind a nearby parked car as shots were directed at him. Staying low, he quickly dials a number on his phone while searching for some sort of weapon.

“Send people to the university,” he rushed out, ducking his head when he heard more gunshots. “Shots directed at me but I lost Aurora-”

“What the fuck do you mean you lost Aurora?”

Jungkook was about to reply when the window of the car shattered into pieces, causing him to lay lower on the floor to avoid any stray bullets. He curses under his breath and practically yells, “I mean I lost the princess-!” A sudden scream stops him in his sentence as he sees someone holding a woman from behind, dragging her by her waist as she kicks and screams.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he searches around him for à weapon, “WayV is currently at my location…” he crouches and without being seen, reaches his arm through the shattered window of the car in search of any object he could use and at the same time, unlocking the door. “Hendery currently is holding her captive, à van pulled up and I’m guessing it’s the rest of WayV.”

He quickly retracts to the floor when shots ring out. He snarls under his breath and says into the phone, “nope, it’s definitely them.”

Opening the now unlocked door, Jungkook quickly slips inside the car and tears open the drawers and with luck on his side, he finds a loaded gun in one of the cabinets. “Jackpot.”

“We got agents coming your way, should be there in ten minutes at most--” his phone shot out of his hand, Jungkook looks up to see Hendery getting closer to the van while Aurora is struggling to get out of his hold.

Moving on instinct, Jungkook decides to shoot at the van first, forcing both Hendery and the rest in the car to take cover from the stray bullets. The panic screams and yells of the princess fills the air filled with gunshot noises as the sound of nearby police sirens are heard. Hendery pulls himself and her behind a wall, shielding them both from possible injury.

The university must’ve called the cops, Jungkook snarls internally, damn.

Moving from car to car, the agent moves in closer and closer to the princess. He has no cover nor does he have a way to communicate with his team. He grits his teeth as he knows he’s the only one that’s able to stall them long enough before his backup or the police arrive.

“Jungkook!” Aurora suddenly screams, her voice filled with terror. “Behind you!” Right on time, Jungkook notices a WayV member behind him and quickly switches cars before he’s hit with à bullet.

“Stupid bitch!” He hears one of them swear but as they try and get him under control, he makes the split second decision to shoot Hendery in the shoulder, his grip immediately loosening from the princess.

“Aurora!” the black-haired girl snaps her head towards her best friend, confusion and fear written all over her face. She freezes as Jungkook’s voice passes over her head and the next thing she knows, he’s flying towards her, his body colliding with hers as they both crash onto the floor, the fired bullets just passing over their heads. “Come on, we gotta go!”

Not wasting any time, the older of the two hastily helps her up and starts running god knows where. Aurora lets herself be dragged by her best friend despite the argument they had only moments ago because she’s confused.

Hell, she’s even afraid to ask.

What’s the talk about her being a princess from Kunhang? The way he spoke to her when they got outside creeped her out to no end. This awkward but seemingly genuine male had turned cold and cruel in the blink of an eye.

And what's with Jungkook carrying a gun?! And the guns with the other people?! The voices in her head scream in confusion, what’s going on!?

“Wait, wait, wait!” She pulls onto Jungkook’s arm when they are about five minutes from where they were previously. She pulls them both into à corner, the shade concealing them as she asks, “what the hell is going on!? And since when do you know how to use a gun!?” Her hands start to shake as she tries catching a breath from all the running. She looks him in the eyes and exasperates, “no more secrets, no more lies. What the fuck is going on?”

“You’re a princess?”

“What?”she laughs panicked, the word denial flashing in her mind. “No I’m not-”

“You are princess Aurora Celestine, daughter of Marcus Celestine and Elodie DeChevalier from the French Kingdom,” Jungkook breathes heavily, his tone colder and more straight-to-the-point than usual. “Your parents sent you to America in fears you’d be kidnapped as a child. When we found out you had different parents than the ones assigned to take care of you, they sent me to protect you until you turned twenty-two.”

Aurora leans against the wall, her shoulders slumping in realization and her adrenaline wearing off. Tears spring in her eyes as she whispers, “So all this time, I was this person of royalty and I was sent away just because my parents feared someone was gonna take me as a kid? A-and what about now?” There was shock, surprise and even anger in her eyes. “Who are these people? W-who are you?”

Jungkook stands up straight and fully turns to the new informed princess. He moves his hair out of his face and looks behind to make sure no one is around. “I’m agent Jeon Jungkook and your parents,” he turns back to her, “entrusted me and my organization to keep you safe until you are brought back to France after your twenty-second birthday.”

She nods hesistately, almost unsure about the entire situation. A part of her thinks that it’s some sort of joke, like a reality tv prank but the other part of her believes everything. It would explain his behaviour on certain days and why he’s always paranoid, she thought.

“Look,” Jungkook said curtly, getting ready to move again. “You’re not safe here, we gotta go and meet up with my back up…” he grumbles under his breath. “Even if I don’t know where my backup is.”

“So what that guy said was true then?” She asks timidly, almost scared of the answer. “So Kunhang-”

“Woah, slow down,” Jungkook calmed her down, trying to understand what’s going on. “Who are you talking about? Hendery?”

She shrugged her shoulders in defeat and pushed his hair back, “I-I mean Kunhang o-or Hendery I don’t know, same person different names… ” she started shaking again, holding one hand in another. “He said that people would pay à lot of money just to get me- is that true?”

Part of her wanted him to deny her supposed claim but the conscious part of her is telling her she confirmed it herself.

“Hey,” Jungkook walked over to her, his eyes shining with concern and sympathy for the girl. He did avoid the question, knowing that if she started panicking right now, it wouldn’t benefit either of them. “I know it’s scary and everything is new but it’s gonna be okay.”

“Okay?” she almost yelled, moving away from the agent and threw her hands in the air. “It’s not okay! I’ve been lied to my entire life only to find out I’m a princess and people would pay a hefty amount of money to get like I’m some sort of object. Not to mention that you lied to me since high school!” she started overthinking and backed away from him even more, “how do i know you won’t turn me in for money huh?”

“What?” The shear panic was evident in her eyes but the shock about what she said got to him. “I would never-”

“How do I know that?” she cries out, tears on the brink of rolling down her cheeks. “Hell, I just learnt that my best friend of nearly six years is à secret agent assigned to protect me by people who want me for money!” The tears start rolling down as she stands there frustrated. “Who’s to say that you won’t betray me.”

“Aurora, I would never-”

“But I don’t know that!” she yells, her face and neck turning red. “How am I supposed to trust someone who has been lying to me from the get-go huh-!?”

What gets her to stop talking is the gunshot that rings out, cutting through the atmosphere like scissors. À small scream escapes her lips at the noise but a blood curdling one is heard from her when she watches Jungkook fall to the floor, a bullet lodged in his chest.

“Jungkook!” she rushes towards him, tears of sorrow and dread pouring down her face as she carefully turns him over and presses against his wound. “No, no, no, no, no, no please…. Please.” She starts sobbing quietly as she watches the male lose his colour and the life drains from his eyes.

Her lips quiver as she tastes the salty tears, most of them landing on the agents shirt. “Wait- please, you can’t leave me. You can’t- please not now.” Her body shakes with sobs as the agent weakly lifts his head to look at her.

“D-don’t cry…” he painfully coughs immediately afterwards, blood escaping his mouth and running down the side of his jaw.

“Don’t cry?” she sobs harder, the fear of losing her best friend hitting her. “You’re dying on the floor dammit, you shouldn’t say that,” she starts to panic when she sees him start blinking his eyes to try to stay awake. “I’m sorry for everything… I’m sorry for not understanding your intentions, I’m sorry for the argument, I’m sorry for everything just please don’t make this the way you go… don’t die protecting me… I need you to live..!”

Jungkook barely shakes his head and with all his strength, he smiles at her, one that she’s seen everyday. One that she recognizes instantly. “I p-promised myself I’d protect you… even if it means dying. I’ll live by that.” He reaches for her shoulder, silently asking her to lean down so he could tell her something.

“Okay…” she nods repeatedly, her heart pounding in her chest, “I’ll make sure but you’ll be there with me.”

As soon as she lifts her head, she notices his eyes are closed, his chest unmoving and no more air escaping from his nose. She shook him twice while calling his name before the dreadful realization hit her.

She let out tormentful yell filled with pain, sorrow and guilt. The tears escaping her eyes were filled with her sudden pain and loss. She sobbed over the body, heartbreak lingering in her chest as she mourns the death of her best friend.

“The short lived moment of goodbyes only for you to die in my arms,” she sobbed as she body trembled, “if I hadn’t been so stupid you would still be here… I’m sorry,” she cradles his upper body in her arms in grief, crying because of the pain and suffering she was met with.

“I’m so sorry.”

April 14th, 2022.

It’s officially been a year since I’ve been living in the palace. It’s not as bad as I thought, in fact, I quite like it here. The staff are amazing people and the citizens are very nice with the royal family as well. It wasn’t how I was expecting my life to be but here we are.

To be honest, it was kind of hard for me to call the king and queen my mother and father. They’ve been absent for nearly 20 years of my life. It’s odd for sure but they are trying their best to fill in the missing memories. I’m just glad they are.

I don’t know how to settle myself up as a princess or even a future queen. It’s not à life I grew up in and like I’ve said before, I rather be à university than à princess in à country that treats me like royalty because of my blood. To me, I’m not fit for it… I wanna go back.

It’s been two years two years since everything. Two years later I followed Jungkook’s advice and found Yoongi who was waiting in one of the agent cars. Thankfully that day, I was able to escape WayV and all the other groups trying to find me. I don’t know how, but I did.

Turns out that old couple was the one that gave the information to the- let's say villains about me. I wonder what would’ve happened if they hadn't. One thing’s clear is that Jungkook still would’ve been alive.I go to his grave everyday… well, the one with no casket since his parents wanted him back in Korea which is completely understandable. Mom and dad say it’s unhealthy to see him everyday but I always argue that I want to pay my amends to the person who's been through everything with me. Jeon Jungkook was his name and he shall never be forgotten.

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Hesitate 7|15

FryeArcana

Chapter 7

You Say

Summary:

You finally let Lin know your story. Who you are and what caused those scars on your body.

You spend the day with Asami and go racing in the new Racer cars her dad has made.

“I thought I had you there” you smile as you take the helmet off and look over at Asami as she climbs out of her car and fixes her hair.

“I’ve had time to get better, these cars are nothing like the satomobiles” she smiles as she puts the helmet on the car seat.

“yeah, it has way more power and speed” you smirk as you did the same and followed Asami back to the mansion and get some refreshments.

“so how was your little date with Mako, it was a couple of nights ago right?” you look over at her as Asami is sipping on some lychee juice.

“hmm? Oh it was really nice. He’s sweet. We had dinner then you saw that he came with me to the gala, then we took a carriage through the park” she smiles a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

“that’s nice, as long as you like him and happy then I'm happy too” you smile back and eat some fruit from the fruit bowl.

“y/n!” you heard an older man calling after you and you turn around and see Hiroshi Sato

“hey, Mr. Sato! Long time no see” you smile and walk over to him and extend a hand to him.

“come on, you know better, I’ve told you to call me Hiroshi.” He gives me a stern look but quickly smile “no matter, when Asami told you me you’ve returned to Republic City, I knew it was a matter of time before I would see you here. You are coming back to Future Industries?” he looks up hopefully

“Y/N is working with the police now remember, dad?” Asami walks up to the both of you and puts a hand on her father’s shoulder

“ah, yes that’s right. So how is it working with Chief Beifong?” he looks at you with a intrigued expression.

“it’s exciting honestly, but I see what all the comments about her demeanor comes from. What can you expect from being Chief of Police. It comes with the title I guess” you smile but quickly change the subject not wanting to talk ill of Lin “Asami mentioned your new line of racer cars, we took a test run and it’s coming out nicely.”

“Ahh so you’ve had a chance to check them out, good. How did you think of the design? We implemented those colors you’ve mentioned, yellow and red.” He walks you girls out towards the gardens of the mansion.

“the overall is nice, it’ll surely catch the audience’s attention when the red and yellow cars are flashing by. Surely, it’ll help with gaining the attention in future investors and clients” you smirk

“well I take help any way I can and if it wasn’t for your keen eye on design, these satomobiles wouldn’t have taken off. What was your pitch at the meeting?”

“oh you’re overreaching there Hiroshi, all I mentioned was about curving the overall look of the car, it helped with speed. 100% durability 100% desirability 1000% A good time” you chuckle as you mention the pitch again.

“that’s the pitch, that’s what won over those investors.” He clapped his hands and had a laugh

“well it was a group effort. Future Industries is known for using the very best materials, no cutting corners. All we had to do was design a car that not only attracts people, but also elevates the people driving it. If it makes you feel good while you drive it, it’ll be out in the streets more times than just parked in some street or house. Even then, it’s free publicity when a car looks so good that it attracts more customers to make a purchase for a satomobile rather than a Cabbage Car.”

Hiroshi smiles and chuckles “always quite the salesperson, it’s that bright mind that I miss on the team, but I understand you had other plans.”

You nod understanding and lightly shrug “I learned a lot with you and Asami, but the spirits had other plans for me, and who am I to ignore it” you smile

After some time you’ve spent with Asami and Hiroshi you’ve made your goodbyes after lunch and left.

Walk thru the park and decide to take a seat under a tree overlooking the water, you take a moment to meditate closing your eyes and focus on the noise around you of people enjoying their time outside and kids’ laughter, you can’t help but smile.

‘fancy seeing you here” a voice you recognized all too well

You crack a smile as you slowly open your eyes and look up to your right and see Lin walking towards you. “Afternoon, Chief, I could day the same thing. Care to join me?”

Lin looks around and just when you think she was going to refuse she surprisingly leans down and sits beside you. “I see you’re enjoying your day off”

“yeah, I figured it’ll be good to get some fresh air” you exhale deeply then look out at the water “how’s the station?”

“busy as usual, nothing new, but the streets are calm, surprisingly” she groans as she leans back on the tree

“that’s good, take in the scenery, breath in some fresh air before having to get back to the station. Take advantage of it” you look back at her and your eyes sort of smile on their own as you can’t help but notice how the run radiates and highlights Lin’s eyes to a beautiful soft green.

“can I ask you something?” Lin not noticing your glance but turns her head to look at you.

“anything chief”

“so what’s your story? You mentioned that you have this whole story in the making.” She creeps her arms up and crossing them in front of her.

“ahh, my story huh, well it’s pretty long, if you dare to stay to listen to it all.” You grin as you rub the back of your neck

“depends on how well the story is” she mutters

You breathe deeply mentally preparing yourself to tell your story “well, I have an earthbender of a father and my mother was a waterbender, their marriage produced three kids - all girls -- me being the eldest and the earthbender, the second a waterbender, then the surprise of the family the youngest, a firebender. She is quite the hot head that one, turns out we got some fire benders from my dad’s side. We stayed in Ba Sing Se” You close as you remember your family and chuckle at the thought when you think about your sisters.

“Did your scar come your fire bending sister?” Lin softly asked listening intently

“oh I see, you’re trying to figure out the story behind these scars.” You smirk “all you had to do was ask Chief, no need to beat around the bush. I’m an open book, just got to learn to ask the question.” You look over at her and scoff

Lin tenses up and frowns rolling her eyes “it’s not nice to pry, some folks don’t like talking about their life.” She muttered under her breath.

“so, if I tell you the story of my scar, will you tell me yours?” you taunt her seeing if your push might get you to find out how she got her scar as well.

Lin looks over at you then looks away “I don’t like to talk about it..” she trails off

“hey, I don’t like to be pressured into anything, so I won’t pressure you, but since I like you I don’t mind telling my story. Everyone has a story worth telling, but no one will hear it unless you voice it.” You mimic your voice like an old monk and laugh “that’s what this old merchant once told me”

“so how did you get your scar?” you hear Lin’s voice as soft as you never heard before you think some other lady was with you.

You inhale and exhale as you prepare to speak

“I was 12 and I was walking out of school, heading home. On my way I saw this small non-bender boy probably around the age of 10 getting teased and bullied by 5 older boys. I heard them tell this little boy all sorts of trash remarks. How weak he is to be a non-bender and that he has no purpose in life if he can’t bend.”

You look down sadden remembering the scene then ball your hands into fists

“I got so angry that I meddled in and defended the boy, told the group to leave him alone and that they were all just a bunch of dumb schoolboys. They were no better than the little boy. The group of boys all snickered and told me to leave, that this was no place for a girl. A pretty girl like myself should focus on how to be a lady instead of meddling into “man” talks. Whatever that means” you roll your eyes and scoff.

“I told them to shove their man talks into their pants and started to fight them giving the little boy time to run and escape. I was able to scare off two of the boys, but I was overpowered when the waterbender froze my hands together and gave an earthbender the chance to knock me to the ground, the firebender, the ringleader of their group told the other two guys to hold me down and he put his foot on my head. Told me that he hoped this would stop me from meddling into what doesn’t concern me and that it’s such a shame since I was a pretty girl, then he blasted me with his firebending all down the left side of my back and a slash across my left bicep. The other two boys got so scared from the sight I don’t think they knew the firebender would do such a thing. My screams of agony scared them all to run away from the scene. I soon passed out from the pain, next thing I know I wake up in a water basin in a dark candlelit room. My eyesight was glazed over, but I could see someone there with me, a healer, softly speaking to me that I was okay and that she was doing her very best to heal my burns. Her voice sounded so beautiful and easily trusting, I didn’t recognize her or see any details on her face except two things, one, she had the most beautiful eyes, a bright blue almost teal, as blue as the clearest ocean or sea in the world. The second that she had on this necklace with a crescent or something I couldn’t really tell. I tried to speak but my throat was so dry, and I felt so weak that I just knocked out again. The following morning I was in a bed with bandages wrapped around chest and arm. I never saw that healer again, I asked about her, but it turned it she was just traveling by on her way out when she ran into me and took me to that healing hut and didn’t leave until I was in the clear. Once I got home my parents were so angry once they found out what happened to me. I rebutted that I couldn’t just stand idly by and let a poor boy get tormented. My dad finally gave in and smiled; told me he was proud even though it was stupid to try to take on 5 guys at the same time.” You smile and laugh remembering his words, then look down overcome with sadness.

“sometime later my dad overcame with an illness, Cabbage Fever, I believe. My mom tried every remedy she knew from her water tribe roots, but nothing worked, and he soon passed away.” You take a moment to yourself as you look up at the water nearby in front of you and Lin. You don’t look at her as you try to control your emotions then continue on. “you know...there is this saying that when two people are destined to be together, their spirits are tethered together. Sort of like one can’t live without the other… I believe that is what happened with my parents. They couldn’t live without the other because as soon as my dad passed my mom no longer had the strength to live on. Or at least her spirit didn’t, and her body followed after and soon she passed quietly in her sleep. The only thing the healers could explain in simpler terms was that my mother passed from a broken heart…” you ball your fists more as to try not to try but you can feel tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

“I was 16, my sisters were 14 and 12. My parents prepared in any case were this to happen we had guardians in place. Turns out we have family all around the world. The waterbender went to live with an aunt in the southern water tribe and the firebender lived with an uncle and aunt in the fire nation. I was supposed to go to live with my uncle in Ba Sing Se, but I was adamant that I wanted to travel the world. I didn’t want to be stuck in someone else’s home. So I packed up my things, made sure my sisters were taken care of and promised to send whatever money I can to them and send them letters of my travel. I spent the next year or so traveling all over the world. Spent a couple months in Kyoshi Island where the Kyoshi warriors were kind enough to each me to fight, learned about girl power, and even were kind enough to teach me some chi blocking fighting style. Spend another month at Ember Island, visited the Si Wong Desert, where I spent some time sand-sailing with some Si Wong people. The Northern Air Temple was interesting since it was taken over by Earth benders, spent some time with my sisters at the Southern water tribe, saw the northern spirit lights. Just to name a couple of places” you smile “I met a couple of nice of people alone the way. After two year I felt like maybe it was time to settle down and went to Republic City, I stepped into this little tea shop owned by the sweetest old lady who offered me shelter in exchange to help her clean the shop and wash dishes. She even taught me to cook some dishes. I spent about a month in the city and ran into the Sato family one day. Gave them some smart ideas about their satomobile designs, Hiroshi Sato liked it so much he offered me a job as the Head of Design for the satomobile and other cars.” You hear a noise coming from Lin and your ear perks up and turn over to her

“wait, you’re telling me that the car that I drive as well as the rest of Republic City…” Lin gives you an incredulous face, her lips parted not believing a word you’re saying at this point. It gives you a moment to start laughing and you grin. “Yup, I designed them. Well Hiroshi Sato had a blueprint of his initial plan, but I modified it to give the sleek design it has now. The curves and overall look that makes those cars desirable to own. Might I add, you look incredible in your car, Chief. Even though you don’t need the car to look incredible. You do well on your own.” You smirk and look at her that Link closes her lips and gives you a small frown you can see a slight blush creep up on her cheeks and rolls her eyes giving you a puff and looks away. “Quit the garbage, y/n”

You softly laugh “I’m serious on all accounts, the design, and about you in the car. I think you’ve known me long enough to know that I am nothing but honest.” You smile then you lean back on your arms and look over at her. She just lets about puff of air crossing her arms more on her check. You let the silence settle down a bit before you attempt to speak again “I spent two years in republic city working with the Sato, I kept hearing a voice that there was more other there for me. Most people would call me stupid for leaving a good job. I was paid handsomely; I could afford anything I wanted. I send half of my earnings split between my sisters and kept the other half and still had a hefty amount of yuans left. I looked at tourist attractions and a couple of maps and noticed about Zaofu. I already told you that part and the whole part of me coming back here.” You think back making sure you haven’t left out anything out then realized “oh! The cycle, it was a parting gift from Asami and Hiroshi Sato, it was Asami’s idea and it gave the two of them a chance to work together, so that was nice. They both built it together but Asami made clear that she handled the overall look. During the time I spent with Asami, I learned to maintain that cycle. So far that cycle is my most prized possession. It’s my preferred mode of transportation.” You smile then exaggerate a long exhale then give a long stretch

“well that’s everything, you’re caught up to my story” you look over at Lin and her eyes are full of awe and wonder.

“but you’re so young, yet you’ve experience so much.” Lin muttered

“yeah, it’s a gift and a curse” you mumble

“how so?” Lin raised an eyebrow as she glances your way focused on you and only you.

“well most people just stay at the place they were born. So people my age all they know is their place of birth. So it’s hard to find exciting people. I tend to relate more and make better friends with the older generation, who have gone out and explored or have experiences, than people my own age.” You softly chuckle

“well not me, I’ve stayed here in Republic City majority of my life. It’s all I know and all I want to know” Lin mumbled

“I didn’t mean to offend, it’s good that you know what you want, but I feel it deep inside that Republic City is where I am needed.” You look up at the sky and see the sky setting

“so since you got to know more about me. You want to tell me about your scar?” you softly speak not really looking over at Lin

There is a long pause and you’re about to tell her to forget about it until you hear her voice as she tries to speak.

“I was answering a call about a robbery, I answered and ran into the car and chased it down. I rammed into the car with my metal cables and saw Su- the perp steps out the car. I told her to stay where she was, and she attempted to leave. I apprehended her with my metal cables, that’s when Su- she cut herself free and the cables recoiled and hit me on the cheek. The pain was excruciating. I closed my eyes from the pain and by the time I opened them the perps were gone.” It sounds like the story causes Lin to get upset.

“wow, that sucks. I hope you found that perp and slammed her into a ceil” you mutter out loud as you lay back putting your arms behind your head.

“oh I tried” Lin mumbled under her breath; you could barely catch what she said.

“what?” you look over at her

“I couldn’t find her. It seemed like she escaped the city” Lin quickly spoke out.

“well if I was that perp I would do the same thing. I would probably just change my name and ask Mother of Faces to grant me a new face.” You breathe out you can’t help but notice Lin smile at your comments which brings a smile to your face.

“but that firebender-- the one that gave me this scar--was wrong about one thing”

“what’s that?” Lin asked and you smirk as you look down

“those scars actually helped me in the whole romance department. Women love scars, I would be lying if I said I picked them up by my charming personality” you smile and laugh softly “there is something about scars that people find attractive, I guess it’s the mystery behind the scar, it gives them a sense of danger, sexiness. I don’t know but its works. So maybe I should find that guy and give him a thank you card” you shrug and look at Lin your eyes glancing over to her scars. “I think they’re right” you mutter as you sit up and look at Lin turning half your body towards her.

“I had every intention of getting revenge on that guy but If I remember right there’s that saying about how revenge is like a two-headed rat-viper. While you watch your enemy go down, you’re being poisoned yourself. It's easy to do nothing, but it's hard to forgive.” You softly speak then look up at Lin “as much as it’s easy to go after the person who caused you and I harm, sometimes it’s better to forgive and move on, and plus the scars you have are hot” you smile

“Don’t let the scars wear you. You wear the scars like a sexy badass. They increase your sex appeal. I mean you’re beautiful with or without the scars. I’ve never seen you without the scars but you look incredible hot now.” you mutter out then your eyes widen realizing you just said all that out loud. You slowly turn your head over to look at Lin, your cheeks a bright red, and you see her look at you with a blush as well.

“what did you say to me?” she muttered, her breathing gets slightly uneasy. unsure what to do.

You lean in a bit and reach over and softly brush her scars on her cheek, her breath hitches. “you, Lin Beifong, are beautiful. It’s hard not to find you beautiful.” You softly whisper as you look at her eyes and see the sunset setting down. The rays hitting her eyes illuminating you glance between her eyes and lips and the air around the both of you has drastically shifted. You sense a change of gravity as you slowly lean in and Lin’s body seems to react the same way. Both of your faces merely inches apart, “Lin…” you whisper the breath from your lips touch hers and causes her lips to part slightly as you can feel her breath hit your lips as well. Your hand softly on her scarred cheek and you close your eyes readying yourself with anticipation to kiss her.

There’s a static noise and the sound of a radio interference comes thru “Chief Beifong do you copy” those words seem to wake Lin from a trance and you feel a hand on your chest slowly push you back, you open your eyes and see Lin lean back as she looks down slowly shaking her head.

“This can’t happen”

“Chief, do you copy?” the officer on the radio calls out again.

“Lin…” you speak out softly, your eyes with confusion on what’s going on.

“this didn’t happen” Lin doesn’t seem to listen to you as she quickly gets up and collects herself.

“Lin” you call out to her. You mind can’t think of anything other than her name. She finally looks up at you and stands her ground.

“nothing happened” her voice stern as she gives you a glare as she starts walking back to her car.

“1-2 Chief, do you read me?” the officer calls out again thru the radio

“what is it!” Lin barks out as she answers the call

“Sorry Chief, councilman Tarrlok called. He wants to speak to you about a council meeting at City Hall” the officer rang out Lin pushes the button to respond

“I’m heading over there now” Lin groans in annoyance then ends the transmission.

You finally catch your thoughts and walk over to Lin “so are we not going to talk about what almost happened?”

Lin looks around and then gives you a hard glare “There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing. happened.” She muttered harshly then quickly speeds off. You stand there at the sidewalk left with more confusion and walk back to the tree and try to gather your thoughts.

You groan and sit back down then out of aggravation you punch the ground and accidentally raised a piece of earth above the ground and you curse under your breath and try your best to fix the ground back to its previous state. Then fall back on your back and close your eyes picturing everything as if rewinding then stop at that moment. The moment everything changed.

Lin drove down the streets of Republic City, but her mind was racing with the images reserve in her mind. Y/N mentioned you was beautiful and your whole demeanor changed. Your face went… soft. It’s as if Link didn’t think she could or would be called beautiful, sexy, she thought she didn’t have any sex appeal. Yet, here is y/n and she is telling you all these things that were unheard of to you. Then if that wasn’t enough, she had to softly touch your face, she caressed your cheek with such delicacy as if not trying to cause you any more harm on your scarred cheek.

Your body just reacted to hers and leaned in, leaned into her touch, leaned into her space. You had this longing feeling, something awakened deep inside you that you couldn’t quite place. You saw her lean in, right? Y/N leaned in just as much as you. Right? No. You lost control. You went weak. You shake your head and concentrate behind the wheel, swerving to the next lane as you almost hit a truck, then gain control.

“No, this can’t happen. Nothing happened. This is just my mind playing tricks with me.” Lin mutters under her breath as she looks out into the streets as she drives gritting her teeth.

You stay at the park and pulling your knees up to your chest as your mind keeps replaying those images in your mind. There is something brewing between the two of you, at least from your part you’re starting to fall for Lin. Do you think Lin feels somewhat the same? I hope nothing changes between us during work. You wonder then fall onto your back and cover your face with your hands. This is going to be a long night.

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Hakuoki Zuisouroku Omokage-ge hana Animate Drama Translation

Last post of the month, but instead of my usual message, I figured I should change it due to current circumstances.... So. If you are able, please consider donating to your local food banks, the Red Cross or other charities who are supporting those affected by Covid-19. Alternatively, consider donating blood (including this since I saw this on CBC and from the Canadian Blood Services and they both mentioned potential shortages), tipping those who deliver your food/take out delivery (every dollar counts to some of these people - I would know since I’m unemployed right now cuz of what’s going on but will able to get by. huzzah for the Canadian government!), or support other content creators, writers, translators and artists who need help if possible.

Also make sure you wash your hands for 20 seconds, avoid touching your face, cough into your sleeve/elbow, practice social distancing and refrain from going out if possible.... and please, please do not go singling out a certain ethnicity for how things are right now. I have a second cousin who works in a hospital down in california, and another living in new york right now.... and the last thing they need is racism and harassment.

Anyway. I’m finally done with this drama. not really fond of putting things all together since that means i need to translate more hakuoki content for another week (i prefer to do less lol), but i’ve made an exception to this as the audio was supplied to me earlier by Aysha (which is also why i had this drama jump the queue lol). Edits will be done when I get to my subtitle video.

do not repost elsewhere. also thank you to @jokertrap-ran for helping me with 2 sentences that i just couldn’t figure out the Chinese for (they’re the ones left in bold), and thank you again to Aysha for supplying the audio.

Videos are now here

Track 1: https://youtu.be/ETTfJHCKOkk

Track 2: https://youtu.be/Nnp0mE_DLmw

enjoy?

Hakuoki Zuisouroku Omokage-ge hana Animate Drama CD Shimabara After story

Track 1

Translation by KumoriYami

Harada: Okay! Well now that this Shimabara incident is over, let's take the opportunity to drink! Everyone don't hold back [says: be modest], we aren't going home until we're drunk/unless we get drunk!

Okita: Arresting/Catching so many ronin, Kondou-san was also very happy! He also said that the spies hiding here were also arrested by the Shinsengumi.

Saito: However it seems that the Vice-Commander was a little anxious/upset. Because of the investigation of the spies, [news of it] has already spread throughout Shimabara. Tonight's festivities, although it was approved by the vice-commander, he however said that we need to conduct ourselves with dignity [behave appropriately]

Souji: Yes/indeed. Then let's order some expensive food! Excuse me, please start with your most expensive wine in the store served with similar dishes!

Saito: Wait a moment! Why are you doing the opposite! The vice-commander clearly said, that we should be holding a meeting to reflect upon ourselves, and should not be celebrating by drinking.....

Souji: Eh, I can't hear anything!

Harada: heisuke, what's wrong? You haven't said anything from the start. Are you still brooding over what happened?

Heisuke: Wha....what do you mean by brooding? Sano-san. Don't say things that don't make sense/something strange.

Souji: What what? What are you brooding over/what's the matter?

Harada: Ah, so it's like this......

Heisue: Hey, I told you not to say anything unnecessary!

Harada: Ah, sorry. can't you just say it?

Souji: Are you keeping a secret from us? That's really annoying [unpleasant].

Heisuke: Since it's only a small matter, I haven't said anything.

Souji: In that case just enjoy yourself to the fullest. Thanks to her dressing up as a geisha, she was able to infiltrate Shimabara to obtain information, and we were able to catch all those roshi at once.

Heisuke: But.... I din't want to have her dressed up like that..... [force?]

Souji: Areh?

Heisuke:.......What.

Souji: Hm~? it turns out/so that's what it was, it was that thing.

Heisuke: Don't smile like that!

Souji: How annoying, my usual expression is like this.

Heisuke: Liar! Whenever Souji shows this kind of expression, you're definitely not thinking of anything good!

Souji: Actually/In fact you don't need to feel embarrassed, could it be that Heisuke didn't think that she looked lovely dressed as a geisha?

Harada: [it's?] Because she was originally a beauty [from the start she's already beautiful]

Souji: That response is really straight to the point/direct. Compared to Heisuke who felt embarrassed/shy because of how cute she looked dressed as a geisha, the reactions of everyone else was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Heisuke: Why am I being dragged into his! I only that because she's not a member of the troopi, that she shouldn't be taking on such a dangerous assignment, that's all......

Harada: For the purpose of keeping her out of danger, weren't we on standby in the corner room?? You were great, shouting "that's not good," [and] "I can't stand this" or something, and rushed outside.

Heisuke: Why are you telling the truth!!! Anyway shut up and stop talking you idiot!

Harada: Whoops, i'm really sorry.

Souji: Eh..... so that's it. I didn't expect that.

Heisuke: No, that's not [it]......!s

Saito (whispering): Actually/In fact I can understand Heisuke's thoughts...... at the time I was also deeply fascinated [entranced/captivated] by how she was dressed.

Souji: Hajime-kun?

Saito: Ah...Uh, sorry, i'ts nothing...Well, I did just say it...

Souji: Well, I can hear you very well. It turns out that even Hajime-kun was also deeply fascinated by her dress [check if says kimono. also rephrase later].

Saito : !!!! I, I didn't mean [it like?] that! Just, just because I was unfamiliar with how she dressed, doesn't mean that I was attracted [to it? her?]....... [rephrase later]

Souji: In other words, you admit that you're attracted to her?

Saito: No....... In any case I am also a captain in the Shinsengumi so how could I think of something so shameless when I am carrying out my duties! Anyhow, where is she? It seems that she hasn't arrived here yet......

Harada: Hijikata-san and Shinpachi should be bringing her over soon.

(the sound of footsteps and a door sliding open)

???: I just saw her a moment ago being questioned at the entrance of Shimabara. And together with Hijikata.

Heisuke: You are.... Kazama?! (reaches for sword)

Kazama: Put away your sword. I'm in a good mood today, and have no reason to fight you.

Souji: What does your so-called good mood mean/what do you mean by good mood?

Kazama: That goes without saying. Of course it's because I saw my wife's beautiful dress [appearance]. As expect, my eyes did not make a mistake [were not wrong].

Saito: Yukimura is not your wife. Her attitude towards you has been blatant/explicit.

Kazama: I've heard that woman who grow up in Edo are very strong. Even if she fell in love with me, she wouldn't show it.

Souji: Where does your self-confidence come from?

Harada: Go back to that [going back to what you said before], Chizuru's being interrogated?! Did someone discover her identity as a woman......

Kazama: It's because of the elopement incident that Hijikata caused which seems to have [caused her to be] been noticed [rephrase later].

Souji: Eh~ I just heard some extraordinary gossip [interesting]. It turns out that Hijikata-san already had such a reputation at Shimabara/Hijikata-san's reputation has spread to such an extent at Shimabara.

Harada: Oi, Souji. For the sake of safety/To be on the safe side, don't speak of this/go around spreading this to the other team members......

Souji: How hateful/annoying, I won't speak of such nonsense. But in the event that someone asks me if the Vice-Commander is or isn't with a geisha from Shimabara, I won't hide anything/speak without holding back.

Kazama: Alright [Very well... or something cuz its kazama], [let's] start drinking. The depressed guy over there, hurry up and prepare sake for me.

Heisuke: Oi! Why are you sneaking into our party?!

(After a while......)

Heisuke (sounds drunk for the rest of this track): Speaking of which.... I was against this plan from the very beginning!

Saito:......Heisuke, did you drink too much? Your eyes are starting to droop [lose focus].

Heisuke: Teach me how to not drink so much!

Saito: Why are you so upset?

Heisuke: I'm super pissed!!! For a covert investigation, we actually didn't need to use her, as long as we paid a geisha to assist us, but she was abruptly dragged down into this by us.

Saito: Your way of thinking isn't understandable, but it was also her who took the initiative to help us, [so] your criticisms are a little too much. [check audio to hear if this sounds like multiple sentences]

Harada: That's right. Based on the outcome, nothing big happened, [which] this isn't bad.

Souji: Seeing how cute she was dressed, Heisuke was definitely/obviously very happy.

Heisuke: You smiling demon [???]!!! Compared to those clothes, the clothes of an ordinary woman clearly suit her more [rephrase later]!!

Harada: maybe, I'd also like her to see her dressed like an ordinary woman.

Heisuke: Hey......Sano-san, I've wanted to ask you.... She.... what is she to you?

Harada: Hm? I don't really think much of it but, is something the matter? Why do you ask? [i’ll reword ^ later when i get to the drama]

heisuke: I feel that Sano-san.... your attitude, rather than a comrade, you treat her more as a woman.

Harada: That's the [your?] problem. Although she's usually dressed in men's clothes, she's still genuinely a woman. It's only natural to treat her as a woman/Of course she still has to be treated as a woman.

Heisuke: [That's/so] Too sly/cunning......!

Souji: If Heisuke wants to treat her as a girl, he should be honest and say so and not be secretive about it..

Kazama: (setting down a glass) Toudou...... could it be that you have ill intentions towards my wife [TL is more or less evil thoughts/desire lol]? First take a look in a mirror [Look at yourself in the mirror first].

Heisuke: Shut up! You're the last one to be teaching me anything [last one who she be saying anything] ! She hates you the most out of all of us!!!

Kazama: I remember what I said just now [Remember what I said just now], Edo women, even if they fall in love, they will not express their true thoughts.

Saito:......I think it'd be nice if Heisuke could have a face as thick as Kazama's [if Heisuke could be as thick-headed as Kazama.... probably? or if Heisuke could have a face that had a fraction of Kazama's thickness]

Heisuke: Hajime-kun where the hell did your arm go?!

Souji: Don't first talk about Heisuke, what about yourself Hajime-kun [rephrase later]? Are you confident enough to defeat a crowd of rivals in love while surrounded and at her side?

Saito:......What are you talking about! The team has rules that ban personal fights!

Souji: That is to say, if it's not a personal fight, we're allowed to fight until one of us is dead/you'd fight to the death?

Saito:.....Why must you twist other people's words to this degree/extent!

Kazama: You bastard...... it seems that I'll have to force the truth from your mouth. Oi, Toudou. bring out the strongest sake in the store! I'm going to expose what his sincere thoughts he has [will have the truth forced from this man].

Heisuke: Why are you ordering me around!? Wait a moment/Hold on...... this is for getting Hajime-kun drunk so he'll tell the truth...... Yosh! I'm going to get/grab it at once/immediately!

(Heisuke gets up and runs out)

Saito: Wait! It doesn't matter that you guys are already drunk, but I cannot get drunk [now]......

Souji: (pours sake) Don't say that, let's drink without holding back! These opportunities are hard to come by!

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Track 2

Hijikata: It was pointed out that Yukimura looked a lot like the geisha who eloped the other day...... It look a while/lot of time to settle that mater.

(door opens)

Hijikata: I've made you wait for a long time! Sorry, I sent Yukimura back first with Shinpachi to headquarters......Eh, what's going on?!

Souji: Ah. Hijikata-san, you're really late.

Hijikata: You're the one that's late! Harada and Heisuke are completely drunk!

Kazama: What are you saying/talking about. It's your fault that you're always so slow.

Hijikata: Kazama! You bastard why are you here?!

Kazama: Don't mention that, why haven't you brought my wife?

Hijikata: Who's your wife! It's because she got upset from being interrogated, she first went back to headquarters.......Geez, this isn't the time to be getting involved with that guy. You guys! Stand up! Didn't I warn you guys about conducting yourself properly!?

Harada: Ah! If it isn't Hijikata-san! Now that Hijikata-san is here, we need to start from the begining! If you ask me about when I got this scar on my stomach......

Hijikata: I've said it many times [but] I've heard already heard your [that] story before.

Heisuke: Hijikata-san! I wanna ask you...... were you really planning on eloping with her/is it true that you were really going to elope with her?

Hijikata: Ha?! Where the hell did you hear that from? At best, that's a misunderstanding since I'd never do something like that!

Souji: Eh? Is that really true? I thought that Hijikata-san wasn't the kind of person who would do something that could cause people to misunderstand in this way/who would ever do something so misleading. [or just misleading]

Heisuke: Then it's true! Hijikata-san used his position as vice-commander to elope with her, this method is too despicable!

Hijikata: Didn't I say, that I didn't do any of that! Can't you understand [Why can't you understand that]!

Saito: Exactly. If the Vice-Commander wanted to take Yukimura, he would not employ such callow and clumsy tricks, rather he would adopt a more complex and sophisticated course of action [tactics...?].

Hijikata:......Oi, Saito, are you trying to protect me or kill me? Give me a clear-cut position [clear answer]!

Saito: What are you saying. I will always be on the vice-commander's side. [literally: i will forever stand with/at the vice-commander's side whenever]

Hijikata: It's great that your on my side......

Souji: Right now it's pointless to say anything to Hajime-kun. Because regardless of what you say to hajime-kun, his expression won't change even though he's actually already completely drunk.

Hijikata: to actually like to say this kind of things, anyway it's you guys' fault that he's [this?] drunk!

Kazama: You came at just the right time (pours wine). Hijikata. Answer me. What kind of intentions do you have towards my wife who you have confined to your headquarters?

Hijikata: What kind of intentions [what do you mean by intentions]? Why should I answer you?

Souji: Isn't there a reason? Hijikata-san has said himself that he likes women from Edo.

Kazama: What? Then it's true.......

Hijikata: What "it's true" nonsense ! Souji! Quit always saying such misleading things!

Heisuke: Ah~ so it's like that, Hijikata-san's aiming for her too? Despite how he was so strict over a mere mistake!

Hijikata: I'm telling you, I wasn't planning on doing that......!

Harada: But to secretly protect her......

Hijiakta hey wait! When did I do that!

Kazama: I see. So it was like that. (picks up sword) Hijikata..... even if it costs me all of my pride and dignity/honour, I will have you buried here today/I will kill you today!

Hijikata: don't misunderstand me [don't misunderstand/quit misunderstanding]! She was allowed to stay at headquarters for the sake of/for the purpose finding Kodo-san, because of that, she was given the identity of a page.......

Souji: But don't you call her every few days to your room to have her make you tea? A lone man and a woman in a room, in the end, who knows what might have happened~ [between them?] [depending on the audio i'll make thr second sentence longer/shorter]

Kazama: What.... [very] good/great Hijikata, to go as far as to use/to actually make use of your position to do this sort of thing!! I will not spare you! this opportunity just arrived [this is a golden opportunity/the perfect chance?]! We'll settle this over wine/drinking!

Hijikata: HA?! why did this happen?!

Heisuke DAMN IT~~~~!!!! it turns out that Hijikata-san is a rival (in love)————！！！！ Oi, Kazama! We have a temporary alliance! Hijikata-san! We're going to drink to decide this!

Saito: The Vice-commander and Yukimura....!? Ah.... What is the truth to this emotion buried deep within my heart [what is the meaning to this emotion buried deep within my heart]? Without drinking, I can't calm/dispel my resentment!!

Harada: Although it is important to respect that her personal opinions...... if we're using wine to determine a victor, I will accept this challenge!

Hijikata: I didn't say any of that, you're getting it all wrong!!! You guys, listen to me!

【END】

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image swiped from suruga-ya... i will definitely be rephrasing most of the 2nd half of track 2 for more... conversational word sense. couldn't think of how to make things sound natural when i posted this but i'll get that done along with all the necessary editing later when i get to making my srt file for this drama.... aiming to have the subtitles done for next month (currently working on the files now).

also, next month im planning on mostly ssl game content... and to have the remainder of all Zuisouroku game content posted in may... (i now officially have enough tl+imags posts queued til the end of may).

stay safe ppl!

(p.s. in case you didn’t see my psa, i’m sharing a number of hakuoki vids and art books. full list is on my tumblr page “stuff i have”)

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki zuisouroku #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki drama cd

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