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An Officer's Corruption - Part Sixteen

Hello everyone! This is Demon-mun, again and this is part Fifthteen of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence

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Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen ( Violence Warning )

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OVA part Seven

---- Warnings ---

Violence

Slight NSFW

---- Summary ----

After the huge brawl that took place at T Prison cafeteria. Officer Violet goes to investigate what caused Itadori to get violent after some words. Also, Oblivion plans to dive deep into Yuuka's history.

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"So that's what happened." Ink said as she is at her office talking to Sai. Which has been so long. When she got the call from him. She can't help but answer him since it felt so long since they talked. She wants to know how he is doing so far.

"I see..."

"Yep. The Yazuka guy, Katana Man breaks into the prison to kill Denji because he killed his grandfather who had him do job of killing demons so they can smuggle the remains. Of course, that old guy died not because of Denji but because he made a bad deal with the zombie Devil. So you know how that is."

"Not surprised that Denji had to do it because of some debt. It's a common unfortunate case for many who had to pay back debt left by their parents.." Said Sai.

"Yeah! And now we had a mini-riot just hours ago." Ink said.

"Is it related?"

"No. Some prisoner messed with the wrong guy and got his teeth pulled and even his tongue out." Ink sighed.

"Fuck!"

"Eh?! Sai? You okay?" Ink said.

"Yeah! That's pretty brutal if you ask me. That prisoner must of done something to piss the other guy off." Sai said.

"Anyway...what's up with you, Sai? How is that bat guy doing?"

"Oh...." Sai sighs, "Okay."

----- Sai's office ----

As he talks, below the desk. He winces as Terry down there is now teasing him below as he feels tongue on his length.

"How is he?"

"On his best behavior of course," Sai managed to say as he goes to push the bat's head with his leg to his groin to get that best feeling in the world. Ever since that night, he can't help himself. Damn him. No doubt, he is going to do it again with him tonight.

"Just some jokes here and there," Sai added. "But overall, okay. He is also getting out on his best behavior. We talked and we came on a deal."

"A deal?" Ink asked.

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"Yes." Sai answered. "I decided to have him as my CI. I need someone to get information that most officers can't get." He said.

"Huh. I think that's a good idea." She said. Sai wonders if he knows anything about Ryomen Sukuna has something to do with Sai's charge and Rust's. Maybe they did.

"By the way...have you ever of Ryomen Sukuna?"

"Yeah! I do! He's the one who gives us money for repairs. He sounds like a nice guy." Ink smiled. Sai hums, "Well...do you know that he has someone in prison he cares about?"

"Not sure. It wouldn't be surprising."

"I can't get into details for that since someone is taking care of that so I'll talk to you later."

"Right, talk to you later, Sai. It's great to hear from you again. Also, sorry for the late update on that file."

"It's fine. No worries. I know how to handle my prisoner. It's no problem." Sai said, forgiving her. "Next time, have Hellmare handle that, got it?"

"Right!" Ink sweatdropped with a sheepish smile. "Anyway! Talk to you later." She said.

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"Right, later." Sai smiles before hanging up. Sai hisses a little, "Can you at least wait? Didn't I get you blood earlier?"

"You did. But I need more if I'm going to work for you." Terry bite his hand. Sai sighs and pats. "Fine. Then another night would suffice?'

"Sure."

-------- Roosevelt Island Prison -----

Oblivion was upset on how Yuuka was treated the other night. She can't imagine it. She had to ask an extra shot available in her office. She wonders. She went outside and request a drone from Fosh to deliver that shot to Ophelia.

Today at noon, Oblivion request a different line for Fosh so she can talk to Ophelia in private on the phone after she got a text from Ophelia.

"Hello Oblivion. Thank you for seeing my message."

"No thank you for taking the time on this." Said Oblivion. "So what do we got?"

"I will say this...it's disturbing what they're doing to her. It's messing with her quirk no doubt but there are side effects." Ophelia frowns. "Both mentally and physically. She has a right to react. Messing with someone's quirk can do some longstanding damage to someone that will take time."

"Okay...so what kind of side effects are we talking about?" Oblivion asked.

"It's not pretty so here's what I listed. Right now, I'm thinking of making an alternative that might change the deadly poison to less dangerous poison temporarily. But I know you don't like that." Said Ophelia.

"Please tell me." Oblivion sighed. "I want to help her."

"Very well." Ophelia said as she goes to explain

----- Lower Cell Floor ------

"So I guess you heard the news..." Kali sighs. Rex chuckles, "I was wondering when Sukuna going to make a move. Never thought he would be so generous after the prison break-in."

"Do you think..."

"No. Sukuna isn't that kind of person. In fact, he hates that old geezer who was smuggling devil remains. He also had some artifacts stolen from his collection once and it was sold. He seems elated that old man died and his grandson now off to another prison. After all...he cares about Itadori and that's why he doing this. This way, the enemies of Six Claws will look for them when released or wait...instead of breaking into the prison themselves."

"It doesn't explain the other charges held by Vanguard's officers." Kali said.

"Ah yes. Davion." Said Rex as he continues, "That man is a dragon who is a bounty hunter. Apparently, he ran into a unlucky situation where he got arrested. That man is really strong. Whenever a huge bounty appears, he comes hunting." He said. "Although...his actions garners some police attention since his methods are.....a bit crude." Said Rex. "After all...I seen his work when he comes to black market tracking down his targets."

"And the other one?"

"Ah...Terry the Bat. A pain in the neck. From what I heard, he takes down criminals. You can say that he's anti-hero in those comic books. No doubt, he will have Officer Narong to work with him if their interests align." Said Rex. "Although...these are just guesses. I'm not surprised that both of them are going to be released since they're smart and charming but I am curious why Sukuna has mentioned them for some reason. Maybe...Davion could be used for a hired gun or sorts. As for Terry, not sure though." He shrugs.

"So nothing on Itadori?"

"No. Things are proceeding as planned. It seems like Sukuna wants Six Claws out of the prison so Itadori won't be in danger. It seems fair." He said. "If I had to guess maybe Sukuna wants the Six Claws for something. Only four of the six Claws know Sukuna in the criminal underground." He said.

"And you?" Kali crosses his arms, "I can guess a lot of stuff." "If you guessed that Sukuna wants me out due to business, then yes. You are correct." Rex smiles. "And now, now! In case you're wondering, I do not deal in human trafficking. Just weapons, money, and such. Nothing else."

"How is that any better?"

"Even as criminals, we have standards." Said Rex.

------- Warden Kinie Ger 's Office -----

"So that's how it happened." Warden Kinie Ger informs him of what happened between Iku and Yuji that started the brawl.

"I see. Thank you for informing me. Tell me did Yuji win or what?"

"Actually..he won. If you want to know the details. The man who provoked him lost two of his teeth and a tongue. Forunately, since he's a demon. It will grow back but he won't leaving the infirmary after a week. In fact, Yuji would be out of there when he wakes up. So no need to worry. Yuji is in cell by himself so he can calm down. As for his friends, the same. But they will leave the solitary soon." He said.

"I see. Thank you, Kinie." Said Sukuna.

"Just doing my job. After all, I owe you for the repairs." He said.

"So you explained the situation to them," Ryomen asked.

"Yes. Officer Vanguard took it well as she doesn't mind it." Kinie answered the phone with Ryomen Sukuna. Although...she has no idea how Ink thinks. "As for Officer Vin Shia, she seems apprehensive about this but she will get around as she got her orders."

"Good, good." Ryomen hums.

"Anyway...this date." Kinie Ger said. "What is the time and place?"

"Now, now, now. I can't spoil the surprise, can we? I will have my driver take you." Ryomen chuckles making Kine Ger make a face. "But...if you want. It's the view of the city."

View of the city.

Kinie Ger doesn't like being inside the city but seeing the view. She doesn't mind it. "Okay...is there anything I need to bring?"

"Oh? You want to give me a gift?" He teased. Kinie Ger nods, "Yes. I don't think spending time with you be enough, I wonder if there is anything I should give you. Mind you, I only know how to cook, bring wine or such to make the date enjoyable."

Ryomen laughs. "Wow! I never had a woman who wants to bring something as a kind gesture." He said. "I accept." He said gently. "Anything that surprises me. Though yourself is enough."

Kinie Ger can't help but smirk a little at this. "Very well. Also you said that you're planning on adding another request."

"Yes. It's nothing extreme. All I want you is to make sure Itadori is safe including his friends. After all, he is my prized fighter. And joy of course." Said Sukuna.

"Leave it to me." Said Kinie. "Officer Jinx is good at her job at protecting others."

----- Jinx with Kisho and Megumi ----

"So can you two tell me what happened?" Jinx asked the two. "I asked your friend, Itadori but he doesn't want to say."

"If Itadori doesn't want to talk, then what makes you think we will talk?" Megumi asked her seriously with an emotionless look. Jinx biting her cheek, "Because I want to know."

"Megumi..." Kisho said, unsure as he wanted to tell her. Megumi shakes his head.

"She needs to know...what's the big deal?" Kisho asked with a frown.

"Kisho...." Megumi warns, giving him a look to which Kisho wants to say something but doesn't want to disobey.

"Look. I just want to owe him for helping me out against that Akane and the Snake Devil." Jinx said. "I just want to understand. I know he doesn't throw a punch unless something seriously pisses him off."

"And how do you know?" Megumi said. "Do you know him? Or just know based on his file?" He said, not convinced by this.

"I want to know him. I only know what he likes and what he can do. I even saw what he can do too." Jinx sighed. She recalls the times when Yuji becomes so...primal. "So, please. If I am in charge of protecting him whether he goes to trial or gets released. I need to know so I can make sure nothing happens like that again."

"I mean...if you want to know..."

"Kisho."

"Come on, Megumi! It sounds like Officer Violet cares so why not? It's the guy's fault for starting. We were just minding our business. I mean...Yuji is a type of guy who doesn't like people talking shit including hurting innocent people." He said.

"Huh?" Jinx said.

"You see. That Iku guy was bragging about being in the Demons of Oda." He said. "He says he knows Yuji in the fighting ring and some other shit."

Megumi sighs.'

"Then Yuji isn't interested because that guy's whole plan is to take on Yuji because he's the strongest."

"That's what the other prisoners were saying."

"See? Told you!" Kisho tells Megumi who rolls his eyes but sighs.

"And he says something that if he wins, then Itadori gotta serve him and tell him to bring the girls, the female guards," Kisho said, looking a bit disgusted.

"Then one of the two, Syuuta about a female guard with dark reddish brown and wants to do things to her. That's when Itadori snapped." Megumi added.

Jinx blinks before widening her eyes. Hold on...then....did Itadori do that because he doesn't like how the guys were talking about me? No that can't be right?

"There. Are you happy? Not sure if that's going to change anything." Megumi said. Jinx shakes her head, "No, that's enough thanks. It makes me....glad that Itadori did something like that for no reason."

"Huh?" Megumi blinked.

"Anyway you two can go back to your regular cells." Jinx said. "Thank you very much."

"Hey!" Kisho watches Jinx runs off. "Hey Megumi, do you think...Jinx is going to tell Yuji that she gets it and Yuji won't get in trouble."

"Who knows. It means...we will be in our cells alone till Yuji comes back at the morning." Said Megumi.

"Meaning we will be there in our cell by ourselves," Kisho sigh then he blinked. Hold on...that does mean. Kisho looks nervously at Megumi who chuckles a little. "Itadori will be fine. You're on the other hand..." He looks at him.

"Oh come on, Megumi! I was just trying to help." Kisho pleaded. Megumi ruffles his hair, "I know. But we haven't finished because of that damn break-in. Maybe a reward would be good for you."

"R-right..." Kisho sighed before grinning a little, "Yes...Lord Fushiguro."

Megumi twitched a little, "Little punk...let's get inside!"

"Okay, okay!" Kisho laughs. And so the night continues on as Jinx returns to Yuji's solitary cell. How would this night go.

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To be continued...

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babstheyaga · 7 months

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OMG I JUST SAW MY ANSWERED QUESTION AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WHAT YOU WROTE IM SQUEALLINGGG WHICH MADE ME HAVE ANOTHER IDEA! So like get this right: The reader being one of those master mind criminal idk like cat women type shit right? And she’s always one step ahead of the autobots in stealing shit and she’s like a huge problem in the city too like no one can catch her and even if they do she plans it in the first place. Like the girl can freaking take them all on in a hand to hand combat like she was raised in the league of assassins or something 😂. How would the others react to her purposely messing with the crew every time they try to get their hands on something and her flaunting it in their faces before escaping, I feel like everyone would have mixed reactions tbh but also a bit of respect to her being able to do all of this on her own, even though it’s hella annoying. I could see her being able to seduce as well, so when she almost gets caught by someone like jazz or maybe even bee and especially mirage she could play her cards right and catch them off guard to escape. Obviously it wouldn’t work on Optimus but I feel like it would work on some of them, maybe even arcee or cliffjumper idk. I imagine her having a suit kinda like black Canary obviously it’s black since she would be able to hide in the shadows and shit but it would be purposely tight on her figure 😏. I could see them calling her the watcher since she’s always watching. Idk I like the idea of bad ass reader, and the thought of her not getting caught just makes me very interested on how the autobots would react to that. Cause when she does get caught it wouldn’t be easy to break her, idk girl probably likes and is used to the torture lol. Anyway love you author your the friggen best, and I hope your doing great today!

Keep sending these prompts and this is gonna be us

“Not so tight momma's boy... We wouldn't wanna scar such a pretty lady like me, now would we?” My voice was smooth, sarcastic dare I say.

“Trust me,” The noiret said, tightening the rope around my wrists behind my back. “You are no lady.” Mirage stood up from crouching down at my kneeling body, stuck his hands in his pants pockets and stared down at me.

“Oh, come now little bro...” I mocked, “Is that really how you should talk to a type C?” I tilted my head to the side, a sly smirk on my lips that I knew would piss him off.

He scoffed and turned his head towards his brother, Jazz. “You wanna kill 'er or can I?” He asked the silver-fox.

Jazz was leaned up against the wall, fiddling with his pockets, trying to find something in it. “Nah, let OP deal with 'er... He's 'ppose to be here in 'bout 30 minutes...” He said, still rummaging through his pants.

“I can't wait till he kills this bitch...” He replied, glancing back down at me and glaring. I pouted my lips, teasing him. “I'm gonna go call Bee, see what he has to say 'bout this whole thing.” He said, turned and started to make his way out of the warehouse.

I looked over my shoulder as he exited, the loud door closing roughly and I blinked back over to the pale male, my half-lidded eyes studying him from afar.

He managed to find the thing in his pockets, a cigarette and lighter, which he was flicking it lit.

“Your brother has quite the temper on him, huh?” I asked, readjusting myself on the ground.

“Yeah just wait till you see mine...” He replied through sealed lips, lighting the tobacco.

I tried to hold down my smile. “You? The slick spy of the group? Oh, surely not...” I said, tilting my head up, trying to get him to engage with me.

He pulled the cig away from his mouth, blinking over to me from the side of his eye. “I know what ya' doin', tellin' ya' mama, it ain't workin'.” He said, cracking his neck.

“Oh yeah? What's that big daddy?” I flirted. That seemed to get on his nerves enough to make him scoff and run a hand down his face.

“Might work on my bro, trust me suga' tits, ain't workin' on me.” He pushed himself off the wall, steadying me with his arms crossed, peering over at me.

“D'aw, come now darling... I'm not even doing anything!” I toyed, straightening my back and twisting my torso back and forth tauntingly.

“Seducin' yer way outta this one ain't finna happen. Believe me.” He said, rolling his shoulders.

“Oh but baby, you misunderstand me... I'm not seducing my way out of anything. I'm right where I want to be.” I replied, leaning back and placing my bound hands on the floor, my kneeling legs spreading in just the perfect way.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow. “OP finna be here any minute. Yer ass ain't goin' no where. So where exactly you wanna be, huh?”

“Oh, with you of course. Where else?”

He scoffed again. “With me, huh? You wanna die that bad? 'Cause you sure as hell ain't gettin' 'way from me lil mama.”

“Get away from you? Oh honey, I don't need to get away from you. It's you getting away from me.” I had to admit, Jazz was rather interesting. He was suspicious and mysterious, a perfect challenge that I liked to play with. He was like a handsome toy that I found fascinating.

“Me get away from you? Yeah? Why's that?” He took a step toward me from out of the shadows, and I knew I had him on the ropes.

“Because I already have you wrapped around my finger, baby...” I taunted.

He looked down, a smile coming to his lips. He sniffed to reset himself, and began to walk towards me. I felt my back tingle in excitement, Christ, he made this too easy...

He came to my front, crouched down slowly and nudged his glasses down to the tip of his nose, his half-lidded pale eyes flicked between mine.

He brought his cigarette to his lips, not yet taking a puff. “You really think this is workin', don't you?” He asked, taking a drag.

I fluttered my eyes, leaning forward towards him. “You're pretty easy to read... I can get away any time I want.”

His hues danced around my skin, an interest in them that I couldn't quite pinpoint. He was perfectly manipulable, but maybe not as easy as I thought he was. I could tell he was toying with me, and it made it all the more attractive. I could do this all day.

Hell, I already had part of the bounds broken, so I leave at any given time... But he was making this way too fun.

He breathed in the smoke, then lifted his head and blew it into my face. I didn't blink, didn't cough, only just stared at him, my smirk grew by the tiniest of inches.

He was gentle to watch me, he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and I resisted the urge to make it more interesting.

When he spoke, I knew he liked my playing, perhaps a bit more than I thought he did...

“Try me.”

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aurora-light-blog · 2 years

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Larra Rogare is a Jerk

There are many characters in ASoIaF who are unjustly discriminated against. We liked to think that Larra Rogare is one of those poor people, who suffered greatly in Westeros. She’s not. There are several points, which prove this. First is the Lysene Spring. When she first arrived at King’s Landing, the majority of the people loved her. She brought back Prince Viserys, a male heir. At the time, they were stuck with two unwanted female heirs due to the Dance of the Dragons. It made the Seven Kingdoms feel very secured with a married male heir. The word spring calls to mind prosperity. The Lyseni especially Rogares had prosperity with a great deal of money from the Seven Kingdoms. Lords of Westeros willingly transfer sums of money to their bank. Why? They loved their Lysene princess.

Her royal life was very different than, let’s say, Myriah Martell. How come? Sadly enough, appearance. Myriah was darker skin and clearly foreign. From day one, the majority of Westerosi people wouldn’t like her. Larra’s appearance had been highly regarded. Huh? Most Lyseni have Valyrian features (basically she looked like a Targaryen). She had the silver gold hair and the purple eyes. She was considered a great beauty.

So, she had a lot going well for her. What went wrong? Why do I refer to her as a jerk? “She made no attempt to learn the Common Tongue.” Was it because she couldn’t? Nope, Larra spoke five languages. If she wanted to, she could have learnt the Common Tongue. Again, she didn’t even try. She reminds me of an “entitled tourist.” You either have heard of this or unhappily experience someone like this before. They come to a foreign country and expect all the natives to speak their language and follow their customs.

Think about it that’s exactly what she did. Larra is supposed to be a Westeros princess, yet she shows no respect for her subjects. She doesn’t bother to learn their language or follow any of the customs. She wanted to be a Lysene Princess. She might have felt like she didn’t belong in the royal Westeros court, but she was insanely loved by the royal family. We know Viserys loved her. His brother Aegon cared about her deeply. She was allowed to keep all her Lyseni clothes, items and servants (several rl examples don’t allow this). As my mom said, she had the king wrapped around her finger along with her husband. During the secret siege, King Aegon was willing to risk his life and his wife’s life just to protect Larra.

How different things would have been if she, at least, tried to learn the language, dress in Westerosi clothing or spent time with her noble subjects. I agree that the propaganda against her various religions wasn’t right. This wasn’t the deathblow. Her family embezzled funds. Several Westerosi lords lost their money, and the Iron Throne was in debt. Imagine it, people lose the equivalent of their retirement, their children’s college fund or quite possible their whole life savings. The people of Lys received some compensation but everyone in Westeros didn’t get back a single coin. Yes, the lords in the Seven Kingdoms were unjust to punish her innocent brothers (who profited from their family’s wealth). However, remember Lys didn’t treat the rest of the Rogares any better (at least they were spared from becoming slaves). She only stayed in the Seven Kingdoms long enough for things to blow over in Lys. Then, she left with no regard for her husband, her brother-in-law or her children. Her reason for departing was mostly because she couldn’t be Lysene Princess in Seven Kingdoms. This brat doesn’t deserve much sympathy.

#larra rogare #aegon the third #viserys targaryen #lys #asoiaf #lysene spring

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tarryloesinne · 2 years

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OMNITRANYL - 14. Behind the walls

“You, the redhead, step forward and introduce yourself!”

“Phillip, my lord,” said Kevin. “Pageboy and future eternal knight.”

“An ambitious young man, I must say,” Sir William, in his silver armor and red cloak, stared at Kevin, I mean, Philip. He smiled and continued “That's good, without ambition you can't achieve anything! You, the tall one, step forward and introduce yourself!”

Kevin invaded the castle of the Forever Knights. Using an ID mask, he adopted the identity of Philip, a young red-haired man with freckles, a broad nose, and a great dream of one day becoming an Forever Sir. But for this, it would take a long journey as a page, to one day become a squire and, after much dedication, rise to the rank of knight. How he would earn the title of Sir was already something that his imagination did not allow him to think about when creating the lie.

At this moment Kevin was standing in a line with nineteen other young pageboys, with their backs to the main gate of the castle. Sir William walked briskly from one side to the other, his judgmental gaze wandering over the fearful expressions of the new recruits. Beside the knight, a squire with a clipboard took notes on the new members of the order and walked at the same pace as his lord.

Of the twenty young men, who at this moment were struggling to keep their urinary bladder functioning, only two besides Kevin (Phillip) are relevant to the story: Theodore and George. And why? Because they were the only ones that Kevin addressed. Actually, no. They were the ones who brought up Kevin, but after three grunts, two snorts with their nostrils and six disapproving looks, the Osmosian finally responded with words.

“... and should one of you be caught breaking any of these rules, gentlemen, expect no pity or mercy,” Sir William concluded his instructions to the new recruits.

Sorry not to put the instructions at the beginning for you to follow, dear readers, but it is enough that the poor pages are forced to listen to several minutes of blah-blah-blah; “you can do this, you can't do that”; “you will be beheaded” and a bunch of other nonsense.

Finally, the knight concluded:

“Are we clear?”

“Yes, my lord!” they all replied at the same time.

“My Squire will show you to your quarters. Dismissed!”

The row of pageboys opened a space between their members to allow the knight, in his flowing red cape, to pass, as he went outside the castle. Then the Squire ― a young man a little older than the pageboys, with curly black hair and wearing a ridiculous red and white outfit ― asked for everyone's attention and began:

“I would say 'good day' if it was a good day, but having to deal with their nasty faces first thing in the morning is bound to kill the 'good' side of any day.”

The stewards looked at each other, confused. Was this a great example of Small Power Syndrome?

The Squire continued:

“If you have any questions, keep them to yourselves. If you have any complaints, keep them to yourself. If you have any compliments, keep them to yourself too, because I don't care what you like or don't like. Are we in agreement?”

“Yes, sir...” they all answered at the same time.

“Great, keep up with me” And he followed through the row, bumping into the arm of one of the recruits.

Theodore tilted his head toward Kevin (Phillip) and whispered:

“Nice guy, huh?”

Kevin answered nothing and continued walking quietly.

“Please tell me that all this “friendliness” is not contagious?” said Theodore.

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“You three will be responsible for sweeping the yard.” The other page boys were also divided into tasks, but Phillip, Theodore and George were left with the task of cleaning the huge area of the courtyard. The upside is that it would be a large amount of time to be allocated to just one task, which would allow Kevin to concentrate on his next steps now that he was inside the castle. The downside is that Theodore and George were the talkative types and wouldn't shut up for a second, preventing Kevin from thinking.

“My father said that my name was inspired by the Knight-Founder of the Order,” said George. The young man with curly hair and glasses held his broomstick like a sword pointing to the sky.

“Really? I thought Jorge was the name of the Founder?” said Theodore. His physical features of Asian descent allied to his height, tall for his age, made him stand out among the other pageboys. At the moment he had his head resting on his hands that held the top of the broom and kept it upright.

“This depends on where you hear the story. In my case, it was inspired by the British version.”

“Cool. My name was not inspired by anything, I guess.” Theodore turned to Kevin and said: “And you, Phillip? Is your name a tribute too?”

Kevin answered with a frown and continued sweeping.

“Are you going to continue to be the quiet one? Then fine...” said Theodore.

“You should be sweeping instead of wasting time chattering,” said Kevin finally. “If Sir William shows up...”

“You've decided to talk at last!” said George.

“He's right, George,” said Theodore, “let's get back to work before Sir or his annoying Squire shows up.”

The quiet movement of the courtyard was suddenly changed by the arrival of the truck. As soon as the gate opened, the yard was lined with knight-soldiers: some to escort and secure the cargo, others to unload the truck and some just to satisfy curiosity. The fact is that in a matter of moments, all the attention in the castle turned to the vehicle and its mysterious cargo.

“What's going on?” asked Theodore.

Kevin approached his colleagues. He could not continue sweeping, as the crowd and his curiosity would not let him.

“Won't tell anyone,” George whispered, “but it seems that they discovered some mysterious technology in the west castle and are transferring it to ours for safekeeping.”

A square container reinforced with seals was taken from inside the truck and carried through the courtyard, with a sort of floating platform, into the castle. Riders escorted the cargo with guns at the ready.

“What did they found?” Kevin asked George.

“I don't know much. But from what I found out by snooping around my father's office.”

“Your father?” Kevin interrupted.

“My father is one of the Sirs of this castle. Responsible for tactical planning. Sir Gustav, have you ever heard of him?”

Kevin remembered punching a chief knight in the face a few months ago, if his name is Gustav he couldn't tell. George continued:

“He has a flaw in his right eyebrow and a patch of gray hair on the sides.”

Yeah, he's the one I punched in the face indeed.... he thought.

“I don't know him.” said Kevin.

“Anyway, they were after an ancient object called Chaotic, which according to them possesses a technology still unknown on planet Earth.”

“And what does it do?” asked Theodore.

“I don't know, man, but it must do a lot of damage. Otherwise they wouldn't be so careful...”

Kevin kept his gaze fixed on the reinforced doors that closed soon after this Chaotic entered the castle.

I'm sure that's what Albedo is after? He thought. The question now is how to stop him from getting...

“Hey, you useless!” the Squire's voice coming from one of the castle windows was still annoying no matter if heard from near or far. “Stop wasting your time and get back to work before I put you to work cleaning all the windows in the castle too!”

“Come on, guys,” said George, “we don't want to annoy the little king any more...”

Kevin went back to sweeping, both the floor and his thoughts. With a new objective in view, he had to rework his plans from the beginning...

#ben 10 ultimate alien #ben10 #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 #writing #fiction #fanfic

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snowcandyz · 2 years

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Mammon's Human

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Pairing: Mammon/MC

Summary: You were bullied at RAD, and Mammon’s here to the rescue.

TW: Mentions of blood, death and bullying

This story happened during the first few months of the exchange program.

It happened in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t grasp the whole situation and all you could see was the white flash crossing before you.

The bullies were now lying on the floor, grabbing their stomachs and growling in pain. Before you, stood Mammon, in his demon form, panting and giving off an ominous aura as blood trickled down his hands. The feeling of watching his black wings from behind caused your brain to freeze. You still couldn’t understand what had happened.

It was only a few minutes ago when you were walking down the hallway to the entrance hall to meet Mammon. Suddenly, you tumbled forward and fell to your knees when a sudden force pushed you from behind. You looked back to see a group of lower-class demons, snickering at you.

“Look, it’s the weak human who dared to walk alone. It seems like they’re not intimidated by us,” one of them spoke.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, got up to your feet, and dusted off the dirt on your clothes. You had no time to deal with their childish behaviour so you decided to leave.

“Oi! Who said you could leave?” the bigger one of the threes leaned forward to you and gripped your shoulder with force. Being a mere human compared to the powerful demon, the grip made you frown in discomfort and pain.

“Don’t touch me!” You slapped his hand away and gave them the fiercest glare you could ever give.

“Did you see that? A human dare to threaten me!"

Oh, what a mistake. The grin on his face became wider and maniacal as his stature increased. The pitch-black form loomed over you and you could feel the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

"MC!” a voice called out behind you.

In the next second, your vision cleared and Mammon’s back greeted you. The sudden adrenaline rush caused your knees to grow weak and you fell flat on your butt.

You could have died right there and then.

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Back at the House of Lamentation

Mammon was sitting silently on the couch in his room. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he was a second late. He gripped his fist tightly until it turned white. He couldn’t stop the trembling in his hands and decided to take deep breaths to calm down.

Suddenly, triple knocks were heard on his door. Without even waiting for his approval, the perpetrator peeked inside his room and gave him a smile.

You damn human!

“What do ya want?” Mammon tried to play it cool.

“I want to thank you for saving me just now so, I brought you your favourite ramen. Here,” you set down the hot cup instant ramen Hell-sauce flavour in front of him.

“Woah! That’s my human!” he instantly beamed and grabbed the ramen.

“Be careful. It’s hot.”

You sat down beside him and gave him a small smile. The wound on his fist was already healing and it made you feel relieved somehow. Considering you were only able to escape death because of Mammon’s help, seeing him injured won’t leave a good taste in your mouth.

“Thank you.”

“Huh?” Mammon’s eating session was interrupted.

You carefully scooted closer to him and wrapped your hands around his torso.

“Wh-wha-what are you doin’? Why are you touchin’ the Great Mammon?!"

Ignoring his excuse, you softly rubbed his silver hair to give him comfort.

Mammon’s blushes intensified. "Knock it off, will ya! Don’t start treatin’ me like a child.”

“I’m so grateful that I have you Mammon."

Hearing your words made his heart stop. You truly appreciate him? Really? All this while, he only ever heard words of insults thrown at him by his brothers, and finally having someone who appreciated him made him want to tear up.

"You can leave it up to THE Mammon next time as well,” he tried to hide his embarrassment by sprouting the holy lines of how amazing he is and how you couldn’t live without him. His human is his and only his. He won’t let anyone touch a hand to his precious human ever again.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me mammon x you #obey me writing #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #han writes

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palaceofpassion · 3 years

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Can we get some follow up for that one involving Jaune breeding Nuts and Dolts. Maybe either Ruby’s turn or the Bees getting bred while the three already breed ladies watch.

Part 2 to @dam1994s original ask! This time its Ruby’s turn, also the reason I didn’t label the first as NTR.

“Ruby.”

This didn’t feel right, it hadn’t felt right for a while now, but now that he actually got the chance to take a look at Ruby’s face he felt torn up about it. “I’d let things get too far…”

“Y...yes…”

She couldn’t even look him in the eyes, staring lifelessly towards her sheets. Patting the sheets in front of him he called his young friend over, “Come here.” He’d have to fix this, “Sorry Penny, we’ll continue later if time allows it.” He’d have to take control of the situation, things had gotten far too out of hand.

“No problem, friend Jaune! Come Ruby it's your turn! Oh I can’t wait! I can’t wait till we’re both big and pregnant! Round bellies with wonderful life in them!”

Jaune rolled his eyes, but left a pleasant smile on his face, that was till he saw how demure Ruby was. The once adventurous team leader was disheartened, broken, just sad. He felt like he’d kicked a puppy, though maybe it was better to say Weiss had. Who was simply smiling at him, to which he shook his head in disappointment. “Ruby, sit now.”

And like the broken puppy she was, she made her way over to him, slowly meandering forward until she was kneeling a foot away. “Look at me.” When she didn’t respond, he simply grasped the bottom of her chin, lifting it slightly so she could shift her gaze to match his. “Ruby.”

“I’m ready…”

He could tell how unready she was, the dark bags under her eyes from crying or with how red her sclera was. She wasn’t doing well at all. “Ruby, you’re not, and you’re not okay.” He took a deep breath as he brought his right hand to her cheek, gently sliding his thumb beneath her eye and clearing the falling tear. “Ruby, if you didn’t want this, you should have said no.”

It took her a moment to start speaking, her lip trembling as she did. “But… but… I would have… everyone would have been disappointed in me.”

“I would not have!”

Penny spoke up, dancing over next to them, thick droplets of semen dripping from her pussy as she landed next to Ruby.

“I wouldn’t have either.”

It looked as if Ruby wanted to say something, but Jaune spoke before her. “She really wouldn’t have. Weiss is just a…” He turned towards his wife, who simply smiled at him, like the princess she knew she was. “A sadist, a very hardcore sadist.”

“You know it~”

“But… she said… and…”

“Ruby, if you didn’t want you or I to get pregnant you should have said something!”

“But…”

“Ruby, it's okay. We can stop here, I...” He scratched the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence followed. “I’m sorry Ruby. You shouldn’t be. I should have noticed you weren’t feeling great.”

“I should have more so.” Penny once again chimed in.

“I just… I want Penny to be happy… but watching her being taken by you… and seeing her face… she was…”

“Oh Ruby! I’m sorry! It was just my first experience with a cock and… and it FELT REALLY Good.”

“Penny not helping.”

“And Weiss was saying…”

“Sorry Ruby, I tend to get REALLY into it when Jaune starts to fuck other women. I do care for you… but it's really hot.”

Again he rolled his eyes at his wife. “And… I don’t think you’d want to have sex with me.”

“Wait no I-”

“HAH! Jaune not wanting to have sex with you?! Are you serious!?”

His face started to flash hot as a sudden realization began to dawn on him. “Weiss, you better not.”

However, that didn’t stop his wife. “Ruby! He’s had a HUGE crush on you for as long as you knew each other! Did you think he just had a thing for Pyrrha and me? Ohohohohoho!”

“What?”

Jaune felt his face flash really hot. “Weiss, that's enough.”

He tried to sound as threatening as he could, but Weiss was having none of it, instead she simply smirked and nodded, “Okay~” He didn’t like the way she said that. Either way this was a moment for Ruby, not for his wife, he’d get to dealing with her later… he hoped.

“Right, well… Ruby I think you’re insanely attractive, I actually thought I’d be having sex with you first.” He couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head as Ruby turned her attention back to him, her eyes widening at the sudden realization.

Gone were her previous fears, the strange sensation she felt in her belly from watching her wife being bred by a man… by her best friend, instead a new strange flitty feeling filled her. She felt a little woozy as she began to finally take in Jaune’s form for the first time. She’d known he’d gotten rather muscular back during their adventures but… looking at him now well… she liked what she saw. And when her eyes fell a little lower? She found she REALLY liked what she saw. So much so she had to fight back the urge that pulled her towards reaching out and stroking it, all on her own.

“Jaune?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you… can you go slow?”

Then he smiled at her, and this time, instead of the rotten feeling that had overwhelmed her earlier, she felt a genuine sense of warmth fill her.

“Of course Crater Face.”

“Hah, thanks Vomit Boy.”

She allowed his fingers to run through her body, gently coasting down her back and curling at the soft swells of her rear. A small shudder ran through her spine, and a soft gasp escaped through her lips. A sudden lightness filled her as he drew close, the edge of his p...dick pressed against her already moist sex. “You sure you want this?”

“Ye...yes please.”

“Alright.”

Her lower body tensed as the sharp pain struck from her crotch, her tight slit began to unfold before the firm strength of his shaft pressing further inside of her. “O...Oww…”

“I can stop.”

“N...no keep going…”

She did her best to ignore the cheers coming from the side, Penny obviously fully in the mood. Or the snide smile coming from Weiss as she watched her ‘man’ have his way with another woman. She knew her friend meant well… but she wasn’t going to concentrate on her wife or Weiss at the moment.

She wanted to concentrate on the fullness running through her. Through his hands gently running against the back of her head, stroking through her dark locks. She wanted to concentrate on the sudden bulge in her belly that slowly rose to the top of her stomach and the new sensation of the tip pushing against her cervix. She felt fuller than she’d ever felt, her body, finally easing into a pleasurable sensation. “Oooph~ Okay, I think… I think I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded back to Jaune, who pressed forward, his body suddenly towering on top of her. Her body began to sink into her mattress as he applied all his weight down upon her. Her legs pulled back as he shifted his thighs to pry them forward. She… she’d looked it up before, but she realized this was a mating press. “Sorry Rubes, I may get a little crazy but I re-”

“He wants to breed you so badly Ruby~ He wouldn’t shut up about it all the way here.”

“Weiss!” He hissed at his wife.

A fiery blush kissed Ruby’s cheeks as she realized both Weiss and Penny were now surrounding her. “Nope~ I’m going to tell her all about it… besides, it's not like you can do anything, you’re cocks all nice and warm inside her tight little cunt, you probably don’t want to pull out huh?”

She looked back upon him, her silver eyes scanning his suddenly reddening chest. She felt a mighty feed of satisfaction fill her as he simply began to gyrate his hips, grinding their crotches together as he buried his cock deep inside of her tight little hole. Her pussy tingled, the brustling of his pubic hairs scritching at her entrance was doing funny things to her, and she really liked it.

“Did you know Ruby? That he used to have a crush on you at Beacon.”

“Wei-s.” She felt him try to pull out, her body wanting more of him instinctively reached out, her arms wrapping around the tall of his back, her legs tightly winding around his hips pulling him down. Besides… she kind of wanted to hear the story.

“Well~ You see, he would tell me about what he thought about you… especially when you wore those cute little pajamas, the ones that hugged your tush.”

“Wei-”

Weiss ignored him, “He’d tell me about how he used to imagine, pushing you down, taking you away, dragging you to some closet far away where Yang couldn’t get to you. To pull your clothes down, sliding his big ol cock into your cute little slit. How he wanted to breed that cute little pussy of yours, you REALLY turned him on, you know that?”

“Re...Really?”

“Ye...yes…” She could tell he tried not to admit it, but the twitch inside of her sent little happy feelings through her.

“Not… not Yang?”

“No…”

“Yep~ He wanted YOU, wanted to breed you, to pump you full of his seed. He’d tell me about how many times he just imagined putting a baby into lil old you back in Beacon.”

“Weis-”

“Tut tut tut~ Not done.”

She felt a low growl erupting from within Jaune, his chest vibrating as he suddenly pulled up and then THUMP she felt the air knock from her lungs as he rose up and slammed his massive cock inside of her. Her body suddenly aching for an all new reason as her insides were split apart, her womb shifting upwards against her stomach. She felt him pull back again as he prepared to lunge back in once more.

“You know~ He used to tell me, that when RNJR went out, you guys had food problems sometimes, and well you were a growing girl so-”

“Weiss stop!”

“He would sometimes cum in your soup, you needed protein after all… that of course didn’t stop even as we went on… sometimes I would help pump his cock, make sure you had all the energy a growing girl needed.”

She felt REALLY hot all of a sudden, all those tasty meals she had… that salty sweet flavor she used to love… it all made sense, and… and she tried to look back at Jaune, but then his chest pushed down on her, his hips reeled back and- THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Like a wild beast he’d lost control, his hips now jackhammering into her. Any and all resistance proved futile against his powerful strikes, her rear bounced off the bed, as his heavy balls smashed right into her plump ass. Her cheeks turned a bright red as the heavy set orbs smashed into her with every lunging thrust.

Her insides churned, and her womb began to beg for more! A new experience began to overwhelm her. His arms tightly wrapped around her back, draping downwards as his fingers sunk into her fatty ass. She gasped again, biting into his musculature as he continued his relentless pace.

She couldn’t keep a hold of herself anymore, even more so when Weiss began talking again. “You remember how a few of your panties went missing?”

THUD

He slammed into her again forcing her further into her bed, his thrusts having enough force that she was afraid he’d break it! Or worse, break her at this rate!

“Well~ He has a collection at home, most of them were used of course.”

THUD THUD THUD

“AAAAH!”

She screamed out in pleasure, as he violated her insides, her cervix turning black and blue from the relentless beating he placed upon her. His nails started to carve into the soft round curves of her bottom, digging into her fleshy exterior as he tried to practically fuse the two of them together.

She wanted to cry out, a mixture of pleasured pain swirling inside of her. She wanted to say something, but her throat burned, his aura seeping into her body sending violent chills throughout. She received no warning as he pushed himself down, pressing ALL of his weight down on her small sleek figure. She couldn’t tell what was happening at first, her pussy numbed from the sheer force of their sexual escapades, but when her womb began to fill her ovaries hungrily drinking the new found liquid spreading within her. She knew he’d cum inside, that the reason he was clinging to her so tightly was to make sure that not. A . single. Drip. would. Spill. Out.

Her toes curled as SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT He unloaded gallons of spunk within her. Her body shook to its core as a powerful orgasm filled her, the new sensation of being filled, the womanly parts of her finally over joyed to have fulfilled their mission. She lost it. “AaaHhHahaha!” She held on, her fingers sinking into his back, clawing against the strong musculature, holding onto dear life all while her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out and her everything started to collapse.

“Oh dear~ She couldn’t handle it…”

“Ah… dang… damn it Weiss why’d you have to say that.”

“Oh please! You WANTED to do that.”

Jaune rolled his eyes again at his wife, though he didn’t deny her claim.

“Sorry Penny, we may have to wait ti-”

“Breed her more!”

“But sh-”

“She’s stuck to you! Make sure she’s all nice and knocked up! Do it! Do it!”

Jaune felt a new found fear for the plucky Orangette… maybe there was something up with the color Orange.

“Fine.”

Well, he felt bad for Ruby, but he DID have a job to do. “I’ll go again.”

THUD THUD THUD

And so he refused to let up, even as Ruby hung tightly to him on nothing but instinct, her senses frayed and broken. He’d have to make sure she was nice and knocked up, after all an Arc always kept their promises.

#Ruby Rose #Penny Polendina #Jaune Arc #Weiss Schnee #notdoingthebees

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Acceptance

Summary: You find the love of your life in the middle of a highway.

Warnings: violence, soulmate, fluff, angst?, implied smut

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,680

A/n: This was requested by @fyeahtaylorp : Could you please do a Bucky Barnes x plus size female reader imagine where you see black and white until you meet your soulmate and they meet during the winter solider when he’s not really him and he’s protective of her and she works along side Steve and she has weather manipulation powers and they meet again and he’s still protective and there is smut please. - I am so freaking sorry that it took me forever to get this written and published and I didn’t get to the smut, so sorry. I also changed it just a little bit so I hope you still like it!

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“Hey, are you Sam Wilson?” You question, standing on the man's front doorstep. He frowns his eyebrows, crosses his arms, and sizes you up. You know you don’t look like much, but your mother always said that looks were deceiving. “Can I come in?”

“And who are you?” He asks, standing tall in the doorway.

“She’s backup,” Natasha states, coming into view. You instantly send a smile her way. “We can trust her,” She reassures him. Sam presses his lips together but nods and moves to let you in.

“You look good... All things considered,” You compliment her. She looked like her naturally beautiful self with only a couple of scratches and bruises on her skin.

“It’s been a rough few days,” Natasha tells you. “We could use your help,” You smirk and cock your head to the side.

“That’s what I’m here for. Where’s Cap?” Once the question leaves your lips, the golden boy comes into the room. “Heard you were in a tight spot,” You state when he looks at you with arched eyebrows. His eyes move from you to Natasha, who gives an innocent shrug.

“We could use her help,” Natasha states. “We can trust her,” She vouches. Steve looks hesitant but nods before giving you a polite smile.

“Rough few days, huh?” You mutter, looking at Natasha, sensing that her words were a bit of an understatement. “What exactly are we up against?”

Natasha and Steve both begin to fill you and Sam in on what’s been going on. You weren’t surprised Shield had been compromised. You didn’t trust anybody outside your small group. You preferred being on your own in a secluded area.

However, Natasha is one of the select few that has your complete trust. Therefore, when she called, saying she needed help, you came without hesitation.

“So, the question is: who in Shield could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha questions.

“Pierce,” Steve realizes.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Natasha sighs.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star,”

“So was Jasper Sitwell,”

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t,” Sam states, dropping a military file on the table. Natasha pulls it toward her.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume,”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you,” Natasha states. “You didn’t say he was a para-rescue,” She mumbles, looking at Steve.

“Is this Riley?” He asks, and Sam nods.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam corrects Natasha. Steve flips through the file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot,”

“I never said pilot,” Sam smirks with a hint of smugness. It’s enough to get you grinning. You decide that you like him.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason,”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in,”

“So, where can we get one of those?” You wonder, peaking at the pictures. “I don’t think Walmart has those in stock,”

“The last one is at Fort Meade,” Sam answers, an amused grin on his lips. “Behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall,”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve assures him.

“I’m assuming you have a plan?” You ask, Steve. “Or is this a wing-it kind of mission?” Natasha grins a bit before they start laying out the plan.

Your part of the plan was to keep them from dying, basically. Nobody knew that you were involved. You were to stay in the background and only intervene if needed. Knowing Natasha, you would need to step in sooner rather than later.

You watched them from a distance. You smirked when you saw Sam flying around with his wings. They were a cool contraption; you weren’t going to lie.

Borrowing someone’s car, you followed them from a distance. You watched for anyone suspicious. Everything seemed normal until someone caught your eye.

This, someone, was dressed in black, but he stood out from everything around you. Like everyone else who had yet to meet the one they’re destined to be with, the world is dull and colorless. Only after meeting and accepting your soulmate could you see the world the way it’s supposed to be seen, full of color.

So, while his attire is completely black, his pale skin and silver arm stand out. You knew this was the man, The Winter Soldier, that Natasha and Steve had warned you about. You knew you should have warned them, but you were frozen by the revelation.

When he leaped from the car he was on and onto the one with your friends, you snapped out of your daze. Cursing, you sped up to try and get to them, but by the time you were able to weave around traffic and catch up, their car had crashed.

“Some backup you are, Y/n,” You mutter to yourself. You slam on the breaks and put the car in park before climbing out. You race down the highway and toward the men shooting at Natasha and Sam.

You stop a few paces away from the shooters and begin to conjure fog to cover their escape. Before long, Natasha can get away, and the attention is on you instead of Sam.

Able to see through your fog clearly, your search for your soulmate. When you find him, you send a powerful gust of wind in his direction. The force sends him flying back and through a car. You wince, but at least he’s not within the fog’s grasp any longer.

You move around as bullets come flying your way. You had given up your position, but it had been necessary. Once you find a safer place to stand, you begin to manipulate the fog once more. Your breath is now visible as the air around you drops rapidly in temperature.

To add to the cold, you begin to make the air thinner in their area. You see them shivering, and some drop to the ground due to the lack of oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice one of the men had escaped the fog’s perimeter. He aims his gun at you but forces the fog to become thicker as you slip into its protective cover. Within the fog, you notice that more than one man has escaped.

You huff in annoyance, but at least you have eliminated a couple of the problem people. You see a few people standing at the edge of the highway shooting down where you assume Natasha, Steve, and Sam are.

Before you deal with them, you turn to the one that continues to hunt you just outside of the fog. Giving him an annoyed glare, one he doesn’t see, you point your hand at him. Like Palpatine, you release streams of lightning from your fingertips.

The man screams in pain and drops to the floor. You continue your ministrations until his screams stop. By then, however, the fog has dissipated, allowing the others to see you. Their guns turn to you, but before you can defend yourself, a stream of bullets lodge into their heads.

Your eyes snap to the source and notice the Soldier standing there. You both stare at each other before he stalks to the edge of the bridge and jobs down to the lower level. You race to the edge to watch him stomp off a crushed car and continue onward as nothing happened.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” You mutter. Lifting your hands, you manipulate the air around yourself. It lifts you off the ground and gently sets you down beside the car the Soldier had crushed when he landed.

You run in the direction the Soldier had gone. You see him locked in a fight with Steve. It looks like Cap finally met his match.

A groan catches your attention. Your breath catches in your throat. You jog over to Natasha and inspect her bullet wound.

“This is gonna hurt,” You warn her. She looks at you before closing her eyes. When she nods, you place your hands on either side of her wounded shoulder. You conjure enough heat to cauterize the wound.

“I hate it when you do that,” She mumbles. You smile at her.

“Well, stop getting shot, and I won’t have to do it,” You wink at her. “You’ll be alright,” You assure her before standing up. You turn back toward the Soldier and Steve. For the first time, you see him without his mask.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks Steve before aiming a pistol at Steve. Your breath hitches again when Sam comes in and kicks the Soldier away from Steve. When he regains his footing, you notice Natasha aiming a grenade launcher at him.

“No!” You shout, shoving Natasha, forcing her to miss her target. When you look back, you notice the Soldier is gone. Before you can react, a collar is locked around your neck, preventing your mutation from working.

“It was him... He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” Steve mutters.

“How’s that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam states as Natasha stares at you intently. You avoid her gaze and continue to stare at Steve, wanting to know as much about him as possible.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured n ‘43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and...”

“None of that's your fault, Steve,” Natasha assures him.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,” Steve whispers.

Great, my soulmate is a ninety-something supersoldier that’s in Hydra. You think sarcastically. Although, if he doesn’t even know who he is, how can he willingly work for Hydra? He protected me from his own men. Hydra soldiers don’t do that. There’s hope for him.

“Oh, you’re on our side?” You ask when one of the masked persons beats the sit out of the other two. “Oh, hey Maria,” You greet when she takes her helmet off.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain... Who’s this guy?”

After making the grand escape, you’re all lead towards a hideout. There you find Nick Fury, who’s apparently not dead. After an argument on how to go about things, you prepare to take on Shield/Hydra once again.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to start guessing?” Natasha questions. You glance up at her before looking back down at your feet.

“You’re smart, Nat... I’m sure you’ve already figured it out,” You whispers. Natasha doesn’t say anything for a minute. She then comes toward you and sits down.

“Can you stop him?” Nat asks. You meet her look.

“If I can... You won’t be seeing me for a while,” You tell her. She sends you a small smile.

“Do what you have to do... Just be careful,” She advises. You smile, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“You’re the one who should be careful... Once I find him, I’m going to get him to leave with me. You’ll be in the fight the whole time,” You remind her.

“I’ll be fine,’ Natasha whispers. “Just get him and go,” You smile and slowly nod.

With those words said, the two of you leave the room. You approach Shield with Steve and Sam. The two of them go their separate ways while you start your search for the Solider... For Bucky.

During your search, you take down as many Hydra agents as possible. You wanted to help the cause, but finding Bucky was more important.

It wasn’t long before you were officially labeled a major threat. This meant that their focus shifted toward you. Things were slowly getting out of hand, but you continue to literally take the air from their lungs and the warmth from their bodies until they died. You offered a foggy cover for the Shield agents that were your allies while shooting your enemies down with bolts of lightning.

When you began to get surrounded, someone came to your aid. He had found you before you found him. He didn’t waste ammo—a single bullet to the head of those around you.

You two shared another look. Instead of looking into sunglasses, this time, you were looking in his eyes. Everything around him would continue to be black and white until he accepted you. You wondered if he could see in color. Despite not knowing him and him working for Hydra, you accepted him. You wanted him. You hoped that he would trust you.

You got lost in the beautiful color of his eyes that you forgot what was happening around you. When he moved to leave you and continue with his mission, you shouted his name. He froze, and you moved a few steps closer.

“Look at me... please,” You whisper to him. He remains motionless. “Your name is Bucky. You were friends with Steve Rogers,” His head turns slightly to you. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, nor do I know what you’ve been through, but I can tell you that things don’t have to be like this. You don’t have to be their weapon, their machine,” You risk a few steps closer to him. “I’m your soulmate. I will never hurt you. I only want you to be happy... To keep you safe,”

He stays still for a moment. He’s so still it’s as if he’s a statue. Then, he moves forward as if the words you just said didn’t matter to him. They probably didn’t. You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“Bucky,” You say again, latching your hand around his wrist. He whips around and wraps your throat in his metallic hand. You tense but don’t move. He’s not cutting off your air; it’s a warning. Your free hand lifts and covers his metal wrist. I won’t hurt you... and I won’t ever let them hurt you again,” You promise him. “Who cares about what’s going on here? It’s not our fight,” You tell him. “Come with me,”

“They’ll find us,” He whispers. You smile brightly.

“They’ve been looking for me for over a decade and haven’t come close,” You tell him. “They couldn’t find me then, and they certainly won’t find us now,” You assure him. “Please, come with me,”

Miraculously, he listens. The two of your leave the battle fairly easily. Anybody who gets in your way ends up dead. You switch your methods between sucking the air from his lungs to overheating or sudden frostbite. Bucky, while amazed by your abilities, settles for a simple bullet to the head. You two work with each other fluently.

You both stay away from populated areas. It’s harder within the city, but once you borrow another car and head into the countryside, it gets easier. You tell Bucky to stay in the car while you quickly buy him some comfortable clothes. Then, you drive him to your home. With your abilities, it’s impossible for anybody else to find, let alone get into, your home.

There’s an intense fog almost a mile thick around your property. Within the fog are intense temperatures. Some temperatures are too high or too low for a human to survive. Outside the fog, everything is normal and up to mother nature.

“Welcome to my home,” You say before climbing out of the car. He hesitantly follows you. “Nobody can come in without my consent,” You tell him. You walk to the house before slowing and turning back to him. “If you really want to leave, let me know... You may be a super soldier, but I’d be surprised if you could survive out there,” Bucky looks at the woods. “Come on; you must be hungry,”

You and Bucky live in silence for a long time. He doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make him. You try to fill the silence with your ramblings, but it doesn’t always work to make him relax. He has nightmares at night, during the day as well. You want to help, but it’s a complicated situation.

It doesn’t help that he continues to be the only thing in color. He hasn’t accepted you yet. It hurts, but you don’t give up on him.

It takes a month for him to start conversations. It takes him even longer to hold those conversations for more than a few seconds. At this point, he’s knows everything about you while he’s still a mystery. To be fair, he’s still a mystery to himself.

You introduce him to the internet. There he can research himself and Steve. He learns a lot, and you find him behind the screen more often than not.

Around the end of the second month, Bucky seems to be relaxing even more. He still has his nightmares, he still is trying to find himself, but at the same time, it’s like he knows he’s safe. He knows nothing can’t get to him while he’s here. Yet he still won’t let you in.

In an attempt to get him to accept you, you try to do more for him. The meals you cook get more complicated, and you try to be more romantic and supportive. He entertains you but still keeps his distance.

It isn’t until the fourth month you begin to lose hope. You’ve done everything you can to get him to accept you. You’ve given him space, you’ve set him free, you’ve protected him and supported him. You have given him clothes and home, yet still, you get nothing.

You sit on the front porch. You’re thinking through everything. You know, four months, in retrospect, isn’t that long. It’ll take years for Bucky to recover. You had just hoped that he would want you. He’s taken your help, but you wanted him to want you.

When he comes back from his midafternoon run, he pauses right before the porch. He can tell something is bothering you but hasn’t a clue what to do.

“Do you know what soulmates are?” You wonder. Bucky stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding his head. You get a bit frustrated. “Do you trust me?” He hesitates again but ultimately nods. “Do you not want me then?” You whisper. It’s subtle, but Bucky tenses. You read his posture wrong. “Alright,” You whisper, standing up.

“Wait,” He says, jumping up onto the porch. His hand grabs your wrist. You stop, look at his hand, and then up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re everything I could ever want,”

“Then why haven’t you accepted me?” You whisper. He sighs slowly. As if giving into a desire, he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“For decades, all I’ve known is fighting. I went from one to another. Before that, I never thought I’d see in color. Then you come out of nowhere and turn my world upside-down. As perfect as you are, that doesn’t change who I am. I’m haunted every day, and I know Hydra is hunting me. Just being here will endanger you, but I can’t find it in myself to leave. I don’t want to get to the point of no return. I don’t want you to get attached to me because one day I’ll have to leave, and I don’t know if I’ll come back,”

“That just won’t do for me,” You shake your head. “You see, Buck, I’m in this for life whether you accept me or not. If you leave, I’m just going to follow. Whether you go to Steve or Hydra or even Hell, I will follow you,” You tell him. “You distancing yourself is hurting us more than the potential of you leaving. I’m not going to let you go, Buck... You’ll realize that eventually.”

Things continued the same for a while as Bucky digested your words. Eventually, however, there was a change. It was a slow change, but it was progress nonetheless.

Bucky began to open up to you more. There were subtle touches and lingering gazes. He sat closer and spent more time with you. As the weeks passed, everything began to amplify. The subtle touches turned into handholding that eventually turned into cuddle sessions. The words exchanged turned into flirtatious whispers.

The day you could see everything in color was the day you pulled him into a kiss. You both were the happiest you’ve ever been. The kiss made you both feel as if you had been touch-starved. Neither of you could get enough of each other.

The kiss had started in the kitchen. You were making breakfast when everything turned from black and white to various vibrant colors. You whipped around to him. He had this lopsided grin on his face as he stared at you.

You marched up to him and kissed him without a second thought. He had been leaning on the wall the separated the kitchen from the living room, but he switched positions so that you were pressed between that wall and him.

“I love you,” Bucky whispers. You begin to smile even wider, your heart hammering in your chest. “You’re-”

“I love you too,” You whisper back to him before kissing him once more. Bucky smiles into the kiss and leans into you even more.

You breathe in deeply when he picks you up. He doesn’t hesitate to take you back to your room. The room he’s spent the last few nights cuddling you in. He lays you down on the bed with a tenderness that has your heart fluttering.

“I love you,” He whispers again. He would tell you that all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing you, stop touching, nor stop telling you how much you meant to him. You changed his world, and you became his world.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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My Youth Is Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

synopsis: in a world where you don’t begin to age until you meet your soulmate, Tom notices you started aging when he hasn’t

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“Time to wake up.”

You heard Toms voice right before you felt a pillow hit you in the head.

“Mmmmm. I was dreaming.” You whined as you aimlessly threw the pillow in the direction of his voice. You heard the soft thud of the pillow hitting his body as he caught it and knew you were in for trouble. Before you could move out of the way, Tom jumped on top of you and pressed the pillow against your head.

“Aw. About me?” He teased as he squished your face into the pillow. You groaned and pushed him off of you, hearing him laugh as he rolled onto his back beside you. You propped yourself up on your elbow and took the pillow from him, smacking him lightly over the head with it.

“I said dream, not nightmare.” You sassed him. Tom rolled onto his side and smiled softly as he moved a stray hair off your forehead with his pinky.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who made you coffee.” He drawled before reaching over and retrieving the cup of coffee he had set on your nightstand.

“Coffee?” You groggily sniffed the air as he placed the cup right underneath your nose, making your eyes widen in delight. “Coffee!”

“With almond milk and sugar.” He sang as you gratefully took the cup from him.

“You’re so good to me.” You said before taking a long sip. “No wonder I’ve kept you around all these years.”

“Mm.” He hummed sarcastically. “20 years and counting.”

“Yep. And you don’t look a day over 18.” You teased as you cupped his chin. Tom rolled his eyes at your comment, but he wasn’t really annoyed. The fact that neither of you had started aging yet worried him daily. Sure, it meant you hadn’t met your soulmate yet, but it also meant your soulmate wasn’t Tom. He tried to convince himself that maybe you both had started aging, you just didn’t realize since you saw each other every day. He knew he was a long shot, but it was all he had to hold on to.

“Shut up.” He faked a laugh. “Neither do you, baby face.”

“You’re the one with the baby face.” You shot back as you climbed out of bed.

“This baby face is gonna allow me to play teenagers as long as I want.” He called after you as you waltzed towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom.

“Until you meet your soulmate.” You stopped in the doorway and gave him a pointed look. “You know white men age like apples once they meet their soulmates.”

You kept your tone light, but you dreaded the day Toms face would show signs of aging. It wasn’t something you liked to talk about as your youthful appearance told you exactly what you didn’t want to hear; you hadn’t met your soulmate yet.

“Lucky for me, mine seems to be on another planet.” He sat on the edge of the bed and swung his feet as he watched you wash your face.

“Maybe shes off somewhere making coffee for my soulmate.” You chuckled from inside the bathroom.

“That would be funny.” He commented. “Maybe they’ve fallen in love with each other and forgotten all about us.”

“Imagine?” You laughed as you began to apply your makeup. “What would we do then?”

“We’d have to be together, I guess.” Tom forced a laugh as he tried to sound like he was into kidding, when in reality he was completely serious.

“You wish.” You paused applying your mascara and winked at him from the bathroom. He smiled sadly and shrugged, but you missed it entirely.

“Yeah.” He mumbled as you shut the bathroom door to get changed. “I wish.”

Tom pouted and looked at his hands, a sinking feeling finding a home in his tummy. He hated being reminded that you were eventually going to meet someone else and grow old with them. He wanted to stay in your youthful bubble as long as he possibly could. The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts as you walked down the hallway that connected the bathroom to your bedroom. You were in your work clothes now, minus your heels.

“There she is.” Tom smiled at you. “Going for the pencil skirt, I see.”

“I just want to look good in case my soul mate decided to take a desk job.” You shrugged as you slipped into your pumps.

“So that’s what a guy has to do to get your attention?” Tom raised as eyebrow. “Get a desk job?”

“Uh huh.” You bit your tongue between your teeth and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I find actors so boring.”

“I bet you do. How about I take you out tonight? I know your boss has been on your case lately.” Tom asked as he peered up at you from his seated position on the bed. He rested his hands on your hips and drummed his thumbs on your waistline.

“I would like that.” You smiled as combed your fingers through his hair. “It’s a date.”

“A date.” He nodded, leaning into the palm of your hand. You winked at him again and checked your watch, eyes widening at what you saw.

“I’m running late.” You sighed. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight.” He waved at you gently as you slipped your arms away from his neck.

“Muah.” You bent down and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, knowing how much he didn’t like it.

Or so he claimed.

Tom scrunched his nose and wiped the kiss off, really only concerned with getting the lipstick off his cheek.

“Give me a real one, why don’t you.” He jokingly called after you, but once again meant it in it’s entirety.

“Maybe I will.” You called back before shutting the front door.

You arrived at work on time, much to your relief. You greeted the secretary and picked up the paperwork, noticing the pike was a little bigger than expected.

“Is this all for me?” You asked with a tight smile as you collected the stack of files.

“I’m sorry.” The secretary shook her head. “Mr. Brighton dropped them off last night. He specifically asked that you do them.”

“This is the company’s budget.” You realized as you thumbed through the filed. “That’s his job, not mine.”

“Are you surprised?” She laughed sadly. “I haven’t seen him doing his own job since I started here.”

“I better get started if I want to make it home on time.” You sighed. “Have a good one.”

“You too.” She called after you as you made your way to your desk. Along the way, you greeted the girls you worked with.

“Stacey, I called the IT department and told them about the wifi issue. Thanks for letting me know.” You smiled at your coworker.

“Hi Emma.” You waved and set a few folders down in her desk. “Here are the files you need to redo. Don’t worry about messing it up, it happened to me all the time when I first started. Try to have them in my desk by 4, okay?”

“I told the janitor about the paper towels and he said he’ll make a note to restock them more. Thanks for bringing it to my attention, Joslyn.” You thanked your coworker as you walked by.

“Jaiden!” You greeted. “Great work on your proposal yesterday. Just try not to fidget with your hands so much. You had great ideas. There was no need to be nervous.”

You finally got to your desk and set the stack of files down. You blew out an angry breath, already tired before you even started. Right as you were about to sit down when a man in a crisp navy suit appeared at the desk across from you, setting a box of his belongings down on top of it. He looked up briefly and made eye contact with you, smiling politely and stepping around his desk.

“Hi. I’m Chris.” He introduced himself as he held out his hand.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You reached forward to shake his hand. “Is this your first day?”

“Yep. Just transferred.” He nodded towards his desk. “You’re the boss I presume?”

“Nope. Just one of his many victims.” You chuckled. “What made you think I was the boss?”

“I’m not sure.” He realized. “The way you walked in and took charge, I guess I just assumed you were the boss. You seem like you should be.”

“Oh. Well thank you.” You straightened your blazer with a new sense of pride. “I try to be assertive so I don’t get walked all over.”

“Well it’s working.” He laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You had my respect right away.”

“Thank you.” You smiled politely. “I’m not your boss boss, but I am your superior, so you’ll probably be training under me. I’m supposed to tell you no personal calls, but no one really cares. As long as all your work is done by the end of the day, call whoever you want.”

Chris nodded and took a seat in the desk that faced you, nodding in content as he took in his surroundings.

“Hm.” He shrugged as he glanced at you. “Nice view.”

You caught his meaning and gave him a pointed look, to which he held up his hands in defense.

“Come on.” You nodded towards the hallway. “I’ll show you where the break room is.”

“I’m home.” You called as you entered yours and Toms house a few months later. He came to greet you in a tank top and shorts, his glistening arms telling you he was just working out.

“Hey.” He smiled as he wiped his forehead. “How was work?”

“Brutal.” You sighed as you set your bag down. “I don’t know how much longer I can last there.”

“Your boss again?” He smiled sympathetically as he rubbed your arm.

“Yeah.” You shrugged tiredly. “I swear, he has a vendetta against me or something.”

Before Tom could respond, you phone chimed in your bag. You got it out and saw a message from Chris, making a smile tug at your lips.

“What are you smiling at?” Tom chuckled, always a fan of that smile.

“Nothing. Just something dumb the new guy sent me.” You dismissed as you put your phone away.

Toms face faltered momentarily as he wasn’t used to you not telling him things. He let it go, assuming it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“My day wasn’t much better. We couldn’t figure out how to get this one…” He trailed off, his face growing pale and fearful.

“What?” Your eyebrows knit together at his sudden mood change.

“You look different.” He said quietly.

“Bad different?” You worried.

“No, just…you have a gray hair.” Tom admitted, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“What? Let me see.” You ran over to the mirror in the hallway and Tom followed.

“Look. Right on your part.” Tom pointed out a single silver streak on your part.

“Oh. You’re right.” You gulped as a sick feeling sunk into your tummy.

You turned around to face Tom, who looked like he was about to cry.

“You…you aged?” He croaked as he tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You shrugged weakly, trying to calm him and yourself down.

“Oh.” Tom nodded, stepping back from you and adverting his eyes.

“Maybe it’s from stress.” You offered. “My boss has really been kicking my ass lately. Or-“

“Or you met your soulmate.” Tom cut you off. You frowned and reached out to touch him but quickly withdrew your hand.

“Maybe.” You whispered as your eyes searched his face.

“Do you have any idea who it is?” He asked, already knowing he didn’t want to hear the answer. You stared at him for a moment, the urge to tell him how you felt stronger then ever.

“No.” You said flatly. “No, I don’t.”

“I, um…I have to check on something.” Tom said suddenly as he withdrew from you.

“Tom.” You reached out for him but he backed away.

“I really gotta go.” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

Tom practically ran away from you, making you drop your head in your hands as you sobbed.

You gave Tom his space for a few hours before going to look for him, assuming he’d be in his usual spot on the roof.

“Hey.” You called out to Tom once you found him on the roof. He was lying on his back on top of a concrete slab, staring aimlessly at the sky.

“Hey.” Tom said stiffly, without looking at you.

“You’re mad.” You said matter of factly as you slid down beside him.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said quietly.

“I didn’t say you were mad at me.” You answered. “I said you were mad.”

Tom swallowed thickly and stared at the sky as a tear rolled down the side of his face.

“It’s not fair.” He croaked, clearing his throat when his voice came out weaker than he thought it would.

“I know.”

“I wanted it to be me.” He cried, covering his face with his hand as he cried silent tears.

“I know.” You repeated as you fought back your own tears. “I wanted it to be you too.”

“I look at your face everyday. I see every line and wrinkle because right know exactly how they got there. Who else can say that? Who else knows you like I do?”

“No one, Tommy.” You whispered. “No one knows me like you.”

“Then why-“ his voice broke and he stopped talking. You rested your head against his, moving your nose along his cheekbone.

“Then why are you gonna end up with somebody else?” He finished his sentence as he composed himself.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to.” You wiped your tears off your face. “I wanted it to be you. I was so sure it would be.”

“How did this happen?” Tom sniffled. “How is this fates design?”

“I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” You shrugged sadly as you rubbed your face again.

“But how?” He wondered. “How are we not meant to be?”

“I wish I knew.” You told him as you nuzzled your face against his.

“I wish I knew too.” Tom swallowed as he leaned into your touched. You let out a sigh before sitting up on your knees and hovering over his face.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you stroked his cheek. “I loved you just as much when I was 13 as I do at 23.”

“I love you too but what does that matter?” Tom whimpered. “We’re not supposed to be together.”

“One silver hair does nothing determine who I end up with. I don’t care if fate says we’re not supposed to be together. My heart says we are.” You decided. “You’re the one I want. I’m not interesting in anyone else.”

“Really?” Tom calmed down long enough to hear you out.

“My youth is yours.” You told him. “Everything of mine is yours.”

“But you’re going to continue aging and I’m gonna be stuck like this.” He reminded you.

“There are worse faces to be stuck with.” You smiled softly at him as you rubbed your thumb on his cheek.

“You’re not gonna want to be seen with an 18 year old the rest of your life. People will look at you funny.

“I don’t care how it looks.” You shrugged. “I want this. I want us.”

Tom stared at your upside down face for a moment before smiling at you.

“I want us too.”

You returned his smile before leaning down and kissing him, taking a moment to adjust to the awkward position and slot your lips together. Tom brought his hand to the back of your head to pull you closer as you sat up even more. You moved in sync until you pulled away to catch your breath.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” You chuckled as you sat down again.

“Trust me, darling.” Tom laughed as well. “I know exactly how long.”

“Morning!” You chirped as you took a seat at your desk a few weeks later.

“Good morning.” Chris greeted you. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“I did.” You sighed happily. “Did you?”

“Not really.” He shook his head. “I spent the weekend in a bit of a panic.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You frowned. “What happened?”

“It’s so weird.” He chuckled. “I look like I’m 18 for the past few years and all the sudden I get laugh lines. I just looked into the mirror on Friday and saw them.”

“Laugh lines?” You laughed nervously as a panic set in.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m aging finally.”

“Good for you.” You faked a smile. “So you’ve met your soulmate?”

“I mean, I must’ve right?” He asked. “I don’t know who it is, I just know I’ve started to age. It’s pretty weird knowing they could be anybody I currently know.”

“Yeah, that’s really weird.” You agreed.

“Sorry, I keep talking about myself.” Chris shook his head. “Have you met your soulmate?”

“Yeah. His names Tom.” You smiled proudly.

“That him?” Chris pointed to a framed photo of you and Tom you had on your desk.

“Yeah.” You nodded and pushed the picture closer to Chris. “I just took that last week.”

“Funny.” Chris commented as he leaned forward to look at the picture. “He looks a little young.”

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously as you quickly withdrew the picture. “Funny.”

part two

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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IMAGINE TEEN OM!MC GETTING TRANSPORTED TO TWST

when they first came into the mirror room they were like “oh my again ? which cult do you belong to ? asmo’s ? luci ? perhaps diavolo’s-“

cue crowley crying about his school not being a cult in the background (excuse-me but if i was transported to twst i would definitely call them a cult like a students in robes worshipping some kind of mirror ? nu-uh not happening-)

for plot purpose this mc would probably have magic (but not the same as people in twst if that’s makes sense-) and be solomon’s little partner in crime student ! (i actually have a lot of wholesome moments in my head with this situation JEJDJDJ-) which means they would have a way to summon everyone they made a pact with on their own !

THEM HAVING PACT MARKS ON THEIR BODY AND THEN THE BOIS ASK ABOUT THEM

nrc bois : mc what are those ?

mc , nonchalantly : oh just the marks from the pacts i made with some demons :)

nrc bois : mc what-

mc : i’m also friends with two angels and a kind of shady very very old wizard !

nrc bois : 😀 you became friends with w h a t

since i’m coward i will act as if ma obey me bois and mc can still contact each other (i don’t care about plot holes plot holes fear me)

also

idia 🤝levi

bitching about normies and talking about anime

vil 🤝 asmo

sharing beauty routines and having skin care sleepover with mc

solomon 🤝 azul

being shady af

anyways in conclusion just mc having more simps than before

THIS ASK IS SO MESSY I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND

(ask characters limit : *expands* me : I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE)

literally sending you asks has become my favorite part of the day-

JZJDJDJDJDJDJD

HAVE A GREAT DAY !

YOOOO YOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! WHAT A CONCEPT!!!

LOL ANON, WE SHARE THE BRAINCELL!!! I also thought of NRC being some sort of cult with their strange practices djfdssasd Crowley so offended to be associated to something demonic (or maybe he just acts offended)

OBEY ME TWST CROSSOVER!!! Your ideas sound so nice, anon! Really digging MC being Solomon’s student/co-chaos bringer :b

OKAY, BUT I IMAGINE RIDDLE AND SEBEK (and maybe Deuce, too) BEING HELLA SHOOK WITH MC SAYING THEY MADE PACTS WITH DEMONS AND HAVE THE MARKS ALL OVER THEIR BODY LOOOOL Meanwhile, Grim’s like “...I like this hooman! Worthy of being henchmen to the Great Me!” (cue Mammon: “Hey! That’s my line!!! >:o ”)

Honestly, idk if Levi and Idia will get along at first jadfjdsf Maybe they develop a friendly rivalry? I also imagined their meeting being like:

Idia: What even is going on? What is this bunch of weirdos doing here?

Levi: Ikr? Bunch of normies hanging out on these parts. I’d be ashamed to be a student in this school rofl lmao

Idia: *turn on camera to his tablet* Wait a second..! That speech pattern... RURIRURI_FAN_NO.1?!?!

Levi: Whu-? H-HUH?!?! UNDERWORLD/MYSERY18?!?!

*insert the spiderman meme of them pointing at each other, while spouting whatever gamer nonsense and throw on their faces how their (new) rival played dirty that one time in that one game*

DUDE, NOOOOOOOO!!!! THAT’S PERFECT!!! Solomon - Azul duo alliance!!!! 😭😭 I imagine Solomon always outsmarting Azul whenever he sees himself dragged to the octomer’s office to strike up a deal (Luci has to drag Mammon out of Octavinelle every day before he commits a stupid with the shady octopus)

YOOO, BUT SOLOMON & SAM?!?!?! I think Sam would be the one character Solomon becomes very interested in (maybe Malleus too bc of how powerful he is?)

Can we acknowledge how cater DIES to take a photo with Vil and Asmo??? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF FAVS AND FOLLOWERS HE COULD GET BY UPLOADING A PHOTO WITH THESE TWO BEAUTIFUL BOYS TO HIS MAGICAM?!?!?! Asmo - Crewel tho 👀 I’d feel Crewel will say “FINALLY!!! A pup that actually knows about fashion!!”

....sorry, I’m simp..... J A D E - B A R B A T O S D U O 💘💘💘 SO PERFECT, OOF *CHEF’S KISS*

Belphie - Leona - Silver S L E E P

BEEL ADORING SCARABIA’S BANQUETS, WHILE KALIM WATCHES IN MILD HORROR AND JAMIL IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED AT HOW THE DEMON GULPS DOWN EVERYTHING AASADFKJD And Vargas wanting to put the redhead to the test with his harsh training

I feel like, for once in his life, Luci feels so out of place.... and then he becomes friends with TREIN Maybe Satan also becomes friends with the old teacher, ESPECIALLY BC OF LUCIUS!!!! But I can also see him have nice discussion sessions with Riddle, Sebek and Malleus about books and the magic of this world

ANON, AMAZING IDEA!!! ALL THE KUDOS TO YOUR SPARKLING MIND!!! Awww <333 You’re always welcomed to drop by the askbox whenever you feel like it!! ^ ^)/

#lol lol lol got carried away #can't help it!#was a v nice idea!#zask #twisted wonderland #obey me

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𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑈𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑛 𝑈𝑠 (𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐶𝐸𝑂! 𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧)/𝐸𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑁𝑜𝑛! 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑈

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐶𝐸𝑂 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒........𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏𝑠/𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑦), 𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑥𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛).

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"In behalf of all of us present here, I'd like to congratulate our dear friend Yunho on finally settling down, on finding someone who truly makes him happy and promising to spend the rest of his life with her."

Lifting the glass cup up, Seonghwa finished with a loud:

"To Yunho and his lovely bride."

The rest of the groomsmen let out a bunch of hollers and whistling, signaling their approval of the speech given by the oldest male.

Yunho couldn't keep the happy grin off his face.

"Thanks so much guys. It really means a lot to me that you guys would do this for me."

"What kind of friends would we be if we weren't happy for you?" Hongjoong nudged him gently.

"And what kind of groomsmen would we be if we didn't throw you a super cool and totally expensive bachelor party." Wooyoung clinked glasses with San, both giving each other a not so subtle look that they were up to something.

The rest decided to ignore them, figuring they were just messing around like they usually did. They began to talk about their own married lives, funny stories that happened to them while they were on the honeymoon, their first fights as couples, and how they tended to deal with their in laws. Seonghwa was also more than happy to talk about how his wife and him were already trying for a baby, which came to no surprise to the others, considering how much he adored kids. The two single men though, were quickly becoming bored with the subject, either rolling their eyes at them or just downing more shots just to kill time.

"Ok! If you pansies are done, I think it's time to bring out the real entertainment." San got up and went over to the door.

Yunho tensed up noticeably.

"San.....remember I said no strippers or anything like that."

"Oh lighten up Yunho! It'll only be one night! One night before you're forever tied down to 1 woman! 1!" Wooyoung argued.

"Unsurprised you'd be in on this sort of shenanigans as well." Yeosang rolled his eyes at him.

"Ok so can I open the door and let the fine ladies on?" San tapped his foot impatiently.

Yunho lowered himself on his seat.

"I p-promised Jieun...."

"Have a little respect you assholes." Hongjoong piped up, sensing how uncomfortable his friend was getting.

"Ok fine! I'll tell you what."

Going over to him, San made Yunho get up and pointed him towards another door at the end of the hallway.

"See that room there? Why don't you be a good little obedient puppy to your new master and watch tv or something while we enjoy ourselves here. Does that sound like a plan?" San asked him with a totally innocent smile.

"Ok!" Yunho didn't even hesitate to get out of the situation, already walking away as rapidly as he could.

"I wanna go too-"

"No you don't!" Wooyoung grabbed Yeosang, nearly choke holding him, the poor man struggling to breathe.

The rest of the boys watched as Yunho left, oblivious to what was happening behind him. It was Seonghwa who knew something was up.

"What did you do?" He questioned them, eyeing them suspiciously.

San and Wooyoung released a series of laughs that only made the rest of them worry.

"Let's just say Yunho might just have the best time of his life if he'd let loose a little." San hinted.

The other boys looked at them in disbelief.

"You didn't." Mingi's mouth dropped.

"Ok, that's low even for you two. I'm going over there and getting him out if it."

Hongjoong was stopped in his tracks by San.

"Listen, Yunho is old enough to decide for himself. If he's really uncomfortable, he'll leave as soon as the girl gets there. If not....well....he's one lucky guy." He snorted.

Wooyoung shook his head.

"I'm still mad at you for letting him have her. I wanted her!"

"It was only fair he got the best one don't you think? This is his party." San explained.

"Who? Who exactly did you get for him?"

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Yunho shifted awkwardly in the dimly lit room. He could hardly make out any of the furniture surrounding him, which resulted in him tripping or hitting his thigh or hip on the corner of somethings.

"Light light. Where's the light?" He tried feeling around, hoping to find something somewhere.

Instead, the room itself lit up a light lavender color, slow and sensual music playing in the background. Yunho froze as he realized what he just walked into.

"Fuck you San." He ran his hand down his face, already getting nervous at whatever was going to happen now.

Soon enough, he heard the door behind him open. The clatter of heels resonated in the room. Still not turning around, Yunho nervously said:

"Listen, th-this was all a misunderstanding....so if-if you could please just go back, I'd really appreciate it."

The footsteps halted themselves, and all was silent for a moment, until the figure started walking once again, this time emanating a subtle giggle.

"A little shy aren't we? Don't worry honey. I'll make sure to ease your mind."

Yunho could hear them approaching him even more.

"N-no! That's ok! I don't- I mean! I have a fiancee." He blurted out.

The person now stood right behind him and Yunho felt a shudder down his body, as well as an overly familiar thrill when they rested their hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah I know. A lot of soon to be married men always say that........ don't worry."

Leaning in, they whispered in his ear:

"It'll be our little secret."

Delicate hands wrapped themselves around his waist. Yunho pried their hands off and began turning.

"No! Seriously I don't-"

Yunho cut himself off when he stared at the person standing right in front of him, who was equally shocked to see him.

"Y/N?"

"Yunho?"

They both stared in disbelief at each other, both wondering if it was their imagination or if this was reality. Yunho was extremely stunned. Here right in front of him, was none other than his very first love, looking at him with the same angelic eyes that he had fallen madly in love with years ago. His eyes couldn't help but start trailing down, scanning down every inch of her body. He blushed as he took in her attire: an ivory white lingerie set with glittery silver adornments meticulously stitched into it. It consisted of a push up bra that made her cleavage look more rounded, a corset that highlighted her waist and made her hips look wider, lace cheeky panties made specifically to show off just enough of her ass, and long thigh high stockings that had an intricate lace trimming with 2 bows at the center.

Yunho gulped slowly as he took all of her in. Her glamorous body dressed so provocatively as well as memories of the past, memories that were not so pure, memories of their bodies intertwined together, all were becoming too much for him and he felt himself start to grow a little problem in his pants. Y/N on the other hand noticed how he was staring at her and she started to become a little self-conscious. She wrapped her arms across her chest in a protective manner.

"Well isn't this suddenly awkward." She was the first to speak up.

"Huh? Oh right!" Yunho snapped out of his trance, now looking at anywhere but her, hoping not to think about her in that way anymore.

The silence from before returned once again, only the music playing to keep it from being totally mute. Yunho scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what to say.

"It's nice to see you.....it's been so long." He started.

"Y-yeah it has been. A couple of years." She continued.

"6 actually." Yunho surprised himself that he remembered that fact.

Y/N let out a small 'oh' at that, nodding at nothing in particular.

"So uh.......is this what you do now?" He questioned her, curious to know why she'd even be in such a position in the first place.

"Ummm....yeah..." She answered rather embarrassed.

Yunho decided not to further that topic anymore, it was obvious she didn't want to talk about it.

"Still at your dad's company?"

Yunho was surprised and touched she even remembered that.

"Oh yeah....I actually took over 2 years ago." He smiled proudly.

"Oh really? That's great. I'm sure your family must be proud." She congratulated him.

She swayed back and forth awkwardly, wanting to ask another questions but afraid of his response.

"So......you're getting married?" She finally asked.

Yunho looked confused for a second, then he realized what she meant.

"Ummm.....yeah....I am."

"Well then congratulations. She really is a lucky girl." She forced a smile on her features.

"Oh I wouldn't say that......you know she's just really nice....and she's like that... and yeah..." at this point Yunho was just rambling on, he himself not even sure of what he was talking about.

Y/N sighed softly.

"Ok I have to know. If you're getting married, what are you doing in a place like this? You were always more on the....conservative side of things." She had to know.

Yunho now covered his face with his large hands.

"I don't know. I swear there were supposed to be no wild or crazy antics at this bachelor party, but I got these 2 friends, and they're single and you can figure out the rest." He tried to explain.

"Oh yeah. There's always that couple of friends that just never take things seriously." She chuckled, having seeing that situation too many times.

Yunho groaned slightly.

"Well....I guess this was the easiest gig I've had to do." She decided to lighten up the situation.

"What do you mean?"

She let out a laugh at Yunho's question.

"I mean, I'm practically getting paid to just sit here since obviously you won't want me to do my job." She rolled her eyes.

"No! I mean yes! I mean.....ugh!" Yunho mentally slapped himself.

"Won't you get in trouble?"

She shrugged.

"Considering the fact your friends specifically paid for 'no rules', I really won't."

"Oh...." Yunho breathed out, not realizing he sounded a little too disappointed.

Y/N turned and smirked at him.

"What? Were you expecting me to give you something?" She teased him.

"What?! I- No!" Yunho's red ears was a huge indication of his lie.

Y/N let out a small laugh as she came closer to him, making him back away from her.

"Oh? I think you're lying Yunho. I think you actually want me to give you a little show. Is that what you want?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

Yunho stumbled back on the couch, falling into a sitting position as Y/N placed her arms on opposite sides of his body, effectively trapping him. Yunho couldn't help it as he looked back down at her chest and then down her legs. He bit his lip as he imagined them wrapped around his waist, as they had been many times in the past. He looked back up at her face. He knew she was only messing with him, she wouldn't actually do anything to him, especially if he asked her not to. And he really shouldn't allow anything to happen.... but he decided to ignore his gut for the first time in years and not think about the consequences.

Yunho let out a small scoff as he leaned in and challenged her:

"Can you even do anything doll?"

He watched as Y/N momentarily felt dazed at his use of the old pet name he had for her, knowing the impact it had on her.

"I bet you're not even that good." He continued his taunting, wanting to rile her up as much as he could.

It definitely worked as Y/N grabbed his collar and pushed his face against hers.

"I'm actually the best around here baby. Trust me when I say before I'm done, you'll already be cumming inside your pants." She whispered, her lips dangerously close to his, their noses practically touching.

Yunho released a small grunt when she pushed him back in the chair. He watched her as she went over to a keypad on the wall, changing the music to a completely different song. His eyes lingered on her butt cheeks that were poking out of the lace material. His hand twitched, feeling the urge to bend her over his lap and spank them like he used to do when she misbehaved. He watched in fascination as she turned her attention back to him, her face suddenly turning more confident and seductive.

Y/N's body began swaying to the music, every wave of her arms, every roll of her hips and every flirty wink were so mesmerizing and hypnotic to Yunho. He always had a hidden passion for dancing, so this was quite a spectacle for him, especially coming from his dearly beloved ex. An ex that he had cried and yearned for long after he let her go, someone that it took a long time for him to forget and erase completely from his heart.

But now she was here again and she was stirring emotions inside him he had thought he'd gotten over, had buried away. And reactions from his body that he had thought he had under control. But as he watched her crawl over to him, placing herself in between his thighs, he couldn't help but hard as he recalled the last time he had her in that position. He shuddered when she ran her hands across his thighs, her perfectly manicured nails raking over his dress pants. From this angle, he could see an even better view of her breasts that were covered by her bra.

Noticing where his eyes were placed, Y/N's hands swooped up and caressed her torso.

"Oh? Is this what got your attention?"

Yunho's stare went back to her face, now getting shy at the realization that he got caught staring. But Y/N didn't mind. Instead she merely turned around as she began unbuttoning the front part of her corset.

"Want to have a better look?" She turned her head slightly to see his reaction.

Yunho was already whispering out a 'yes' before she even finished her sentence. Satisfied by the answer, she took off the corset and threw it across the room, letting it land on the floor. As she said back up, she made sure to push her ass out when she got back out. Yunho tilted his head back when it came to close to his face that it would have pressed against it had he not moved. Y/N turned around and one by one, her legs sat themselves by Yunho's side, straddling him in the process. Her hands began fiddling with his tie, loosening it up.

"This what you wanted to see?" She cooed as she rose her chest up, almost brushing them against his chin.

"Fuck yes.."

Without thinking, Yunho's large hands cupped her ass, kneading the soft skin as he grinded his hips against hers. Y/N let out a small whimper at his touch, the familiarity sending a spark down her body. Yunho couldn't help the smug smile when he began to feel the wet spot that was soaking through her underwear.

"Look at that, the little slut is enjoying this as much as I am."

Slapping her ass, he gripped her hips harshly as he forced her to grind down harder on him. Y/N moaned as she felt his huge bulge pressing up against her drenched core, and threw her head back when Yunho's lips began attacking her neck, nearly startling her.

"Let's see who cums first."

Yunho's mouth sucked and bit down expertly at all her sensitive spots, remembering perfectly well how to push her closer to the edge. He felt a sense of pride and satisfaction when he heard her moans and whimpers grow louder. Even after years, he could still get her riled up. And that fact kind of bothered Y/N which prompted her to push Yunho down on the couch and hold his arms in place as she decided to take control of the movements of their hips.

Yunho hissed softly as he looked at her with fire in his eyes.

"Don't try to take control doll. You know how that will end for you."

Knowing how to break him, she simply laughed mockingly at him and rolled her eyes. Yanking his hands off her grip rather easily, Yunho flipped their positions so he was hovering above her, his mouth clashing with hers in a heated and sloppy kiss. He wasted no time in slipping his hand inside her now ruined underwear, his thumb circling around her clit in harsh motions.

"Why must you be such a brat?" He asked in between their heated makeout session.

Chuckling softly, her hand undid his belt and zipper, pulling it down enough to let her palm him through his briefs before pulling those down as well, letting his cock spring free so she could stroke him, eliciting the most sinful moans from him.

Both of them pulled away to look into each other's eyes, determined to make the other break first, but it was so hard when they were both lost in their lust, reminiscing about the familiarity of their movements and fantasizing about taking it further. The grinding of their hips and their mutual pleasuring of each other had them both coming in seconds at the same time. They let out a sputter of curses and chants of each other's names as they covered their hands with the other's cum, a telltale sign of what had just taken place in that room.

They both layed still for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath and calm down from the high they just had. It was Yunho who composed himself first as he realized what he had just done and how serious it was.

"Oh my god!" He cursed himself as he quickly got up and began fixing himself.

"Yunho? Are you-"

"Please don't! Let's just pretend this didn't happen! I can't believe I-....... I'm so sorry."

Without another glance or word, he ran out the door, ignoring the worried looks of his other companions who were still in the other room and leaving Y/N alone, feeling just as confused, guilty and ashamed just like him.

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"Yunho."

Mingi nudged him once again, waking him up from his thoughts.

"Uh..sorry what?" He shifted his focus back on his friend.

"I was telling you that the hotel sent your confirmation number." He repeated himself.

"Hotel? Hotel for what?"

Mingi widened his eyes. Sure his friend had been really zoned out all day, but to not even remember what he was there for.

"Your wedding? Yunho, you're getting married?" He reminded him.

"Oh...yeah..." Yunho looked down, staring at the floor anxiously.

Mingi closed the laptop and turned his body so he could look at Yunho directly.

"Listen, even if something happened on the bachelor party a few days ago, I doubt it was that serious that you're like this." Mingi pointed out.

Yunho looked back up, unsure if he should tell Mingi about it. But then again, no one else but his long time best friend would understand why it had such an impact on him.

"It wasn't so much what happened....it was...with whom it happened...."

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

Yunho took a deep breath before answering:

"Y/N..."

Mingi nearly fell off his chair when he heard her name again. He actually had to steady himself on the sides of it.

"Y/N? As in........?"

Yunho nodded, knowing full well what Mingi was asking.

"Well fuck man! Holy shit! This is- oh my God! Your ex!" Mingi shook his head, trying to process all the information.

"You know she isn't just an ex Mingi." Yunho admitted rather solemnly.

"I know Yunho. I remember how head over heels you were for her. You two were so much in love, it was actually kind of sickening." Mingi made a face which caused Yunho to chuckle slightly.

Mingi looked at Yunho, noticing how he had a faint smile painted across his face. By the way his eyes were staring off, he knew he was thinking about her.

"Did you....did you feel anything? I mean, while you were with her?" He had to ask.

The slight red tint on Yunho's cheeks was a dead giveaway and Mingi could immediately notice how Yunho's eyes lit up when he mentioned her.

"I felt everything all over again. It was like the first day I bumped into her at the university. Oh you should have seen her Mingi, she looked just as beautiful." Yunho sighed blissfully.

"I mean.....if she was dressed like the other exotic dancers we got, I get why you'd say it." Mingi snickered.

Yunho reached over and slapped his arm.

"That wasn't what I meant you idiot!"

Mingi pouted as he rubbed his now aching arm.

"But still.......being with her in that moment...it was as if nothing changed between us. Like our passion, our relationship...our love never faded. And now.... I can't stop thinking about her..." Yunho confessed.

"Have you kept in contact since that day?" Mingi asked.

Yunho groaned as he banged his head on the table.

"I just ran out without even saying a goodbye."

Mingi rolled his eyes and ran a hand down his face.

"No offense....but once again, history repeats itself."

Yunho suddenly banged the table with his fist, eyes darting to Mingi.

"Do you think I don't know that?! Do you think it doesn't bother me knowing that I left her there, not just at the party? But 6 years ago?! Do you think I haven't been tormented these past days, regretting that I chose to please my parents and abandon her?!"

Yunho got up. His hands flew up to his hair, tugging at them slightly before letting them fall to his sides. He started taking deep breaths to calm down, trying not to get anymore agitated than he already was. Mingi looked at his friend with sorrow and pity. He knew how much Yunho suffered and tortured himself months after he broke up with Y/N, and he also know that deep down, he had never really gotten over her.

Getting up, he went to his friend's side, resting a comforting hand on his back.

"Yunho.....you can't change the past. None of us can.....but you can decide your future, for yourself. Answer yourself: these past years, everything that you've done, was it really for you? Was it because you wanted to?.....or was it because you wanted to please others? Live up to an image you felt burdened to show?......and really ask yourself:

What is it you want now?"

Yunho knew what the answer was for a fleeting moment, but then the answer vanished when he heard the door open and close.

"Baby! I'm home! And I could really use your help!"

The high pitched voice of his fiancee echoed through the room, her tiny legs rushing over with a folder in hand.

"My cue to leave." Mingi patted Yunho on the back, but before he could leave, he whispered in his ear:

"Think about what I said."

Mingi made sure to smile and politely say goodbye to Jieun before he made his way out the door, hoping his friend would come to his senses soon enough.

"So Jieun what's this about?" Yunho asked.

The girl giggled happily as she opened the folder and began displaying an array of different photos.

"Well I was thinking, that we could pick out the new apartment we would want to move in to once we come back from our honeymoon. I mean, this place is great, but I think some change would be benefit us both."

The girl began pointing to all the different options, talking her heart out enthusiastically about the wonders of each place and what she particular loved about it, but it fell upon deaf ears. Yunho was not paying any attention at all, instead he just looked right through all the pictures, his mind going over the words Mingi had made him ponder about.

"Yunho?" Jieun's annoyed voice brought him back.

"Hmm?" He nodded his head to her.

"You're not paying attention to me....again." She huffed rather annoyed.

"I'm sorry....I'm just really tired and stressed out." He excused himself.

"Yeah I know. You've been saying that these past days." She accused him.

"I'm sorry. But I just really am."

She let out an indignant scoff.

"And you think I'm not stressed? For months we've been preparing for this moment, and now that we're literally 2 days away from tying the knot, you're suddenly being cold? What's wrong with you Yunho?"

He couldn't answer her, he didn't have the strength to. He was being a coward at that very moment, he knew that very well.

"Jieun....do you think maybe we should postpone it or-"

"Absolutely not!" She stated firmly, refusing to let him finish the sentence. Lifting a finger, she warned him:

"Listen to me very carefully Jeong Yunho. You asked me to be marry you and I'm not letting you go back on your word. Tomorrow at the rehearsal dinner, you better be on your best behavior and on the day after.....you better be ready to walk down the aisle because I'm not going to let you humiliate me in front of our friends and family."

Putting on a sweet smile as if nothing happened, she tiptoed and pecked his lips.

"Ok love you honey. See you tomorrow!" She waved at him as if nothing was the matter, like she wasn't just angry at him 2 seconds ago.

Yunho paced around the living room, hands in his pocket, his foot occasionally kicking at the air. He let out long sighs every minute or so, head hung low as he thought about what to do now.

"What is it you want now?"

He repeated what Mingi asked him.

Yunho knew what he wanted.....he also knew all the risks he was taking in order to obtain it, for all he knew, he might not even get it at the end....

But he had to try. Or at least get some closure from it.

Pulling out his phone, his finger began dialing a number he had never erased from his memory, hoping it still belonged to the person he had once cherished so much and would often fall asleep while talking to them on the phone.

He could feel his heartbeat quicken with every ring that passed. His hand began clenching and unclenching as he prayed that it would be picked up soon.

"Hello?"

He stilled at the voice that sent chills down his body. He was grateful they had kept the same number all these years.

"We need to talk."

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Y/N cautiously opened the door. Although she knew he was coming, she still wasn't quite prepared to see him, not after everything that happened a few days ago. She gestured for him to come in. Closing the door behind them, she led him to her living room, where she already had coffee waiting for him. It was actually warming to him that she remembered how he liked his coffee, and although he was very tempted to drink it, he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

"I'm getting married in two days..." He started off.

Y/N nodded, although his words pained her, she refused to show any emotion.

"And I wanted to know how you felt."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why should my opinion matter at this point? You made your decision and as far as I'm concerned, right now we're just two strangers." She coldly replied.

"That's not true Y/N and you know it. You know....that there's a lot more to us." He insisted.

She held her hand up in an effort to get him to stop going down the path he was going.

"Correction. There was a lot to us. If I remember correctly, you were the one who decided to run out, both literally and figuratively."

Yunho didn't deny it, he was fully prepared to take responsibility.

"Yes I did. Ok? I admit it and I accept it. I walked away from our relationship when I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have abandoned you..."

He inhaled before he confessed:

"I shouldn't have left the one person I've ever loved and will always love."

Y/N immediately got up and crossed her arms.

"Don't say that Yunho. You're engaged, you're about to get married. It's bad enough with what happened at your bachelor party, but I'm not letting you cross the line again. You have a perfect life ahead of you, you were always destined to have one. A life surrounded by your parents and friends, with a beautiful wife and kids and that Welsh Corgi you always wanted..."

Y/N couldn't help but tear up as she said those words.

"I get why you had to leave me at that time, I do. Your parents didn't like me and they never will. They'll never accept us...... so please just make it easier on yourself and go have the perfect life you deserve."

Yunho slowly got up and began walking to her.

"You don't get it Y/N. I don't want a perfect life. I want you, I love you. I'll always love you. I want a happy, normal life with you. I want to raise that Welsh Corgi with you, even though you were always more of a cat person."

Y/N let out an involuntary laugh at that. He still knew her so well. Taking her hands in his, he added:

"Please tell me you still love me......just say it and I'll stay by your side."

Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, her tears now flowing non-stop. She was about to say no, but Yunho stopped her.

"Don't lie to me. You know I'll be able to tell. Just be completely honest with me."

His large hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs gently wiping away the tears that were trickling down.

"I'm not rich and I don't exactly have anything to offer someone like you." She admitted.

Yunho smiled. "All I want is your heart. Can't I at least have that?"

Y/N thought about it. But then she realized there was nothing to really think about when her answer 6 years ago would still be the same now.

"I love you Jeong Yunho, my heart is all yours."

As soon as the words were out, there was no more holding back. Their feelings had been locked away for far too long and needed to be released. Yunho wasted no time in finally kissing her after so long, his hands easily hoisting her up, wrapping them around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom, kicking the door open and laying her down on the bed. Their touches were eager and desperate, almost as much as the first time they were intimate together. Clothes were soon discarded all over the floor, hands began roaming and caressing their most intimate parts of their bodies and soon enough, the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing and panting were the only things that could be heard in those 4 walls.

Yunho pulled Y/N up against him, her back now pressed against his sweaty chest as he continued to slam his hips against hers. One of his hands that was busy groping her breast trailed down her abdomen and stopped when they felt the prominent bulge that was on her lower stomach. Taking one of her hands, he made her press down against it.

"Feel that doll? Feel my huge cock deep inside you?"

Y/N whimpered loudly as he spoke and as he sped his movements up. Yunho couldn't help the teasing giggle that escaped his lips.

"You always were my tiny little doll...so small and fragile, yet always taking my cock like a champ."

His praise made her clench her walls around his thick length, making Yunho temporarily lose the pace he was going at.

"F-fuck doll. Clench around me like that and I might not last any longer."

Always up for testing him, she purposefully clenched harder around him, her eyes looking back at him teasingly. Yunho knew she always loved defying him just to see how far he'll go and he truthfully loved it. That unruly, free spirit in her that manifested itself even in the littlest of things, just made him fall even more for her.

His hand snaked up and wrapped itself around her neck, squeezing lightly for the time being but it was still enough to have her gasping. His other hand, went down to work on her clit, fingers rubbing expertly on it so that it'd have her cumming in a few moments.

"Y-Yunho-" tried saying but he gripped her neck tighter, effectively cutting off what she was going to say.

"Go ahead, cum all over my cock. I want to feel you all over me again. Fuck! I can't wait to fill this pussy up with my cum again. Can you do that for me doll? Hmm? Can you be a good little, tiny doll and cum all over this huge cock of mine?"

Not being able to hold back anymore, Y/N's body shuddered against Yunho's, quivering and spasming as an overwhelming orgasm ripped through her, shouting Yunho's name as if it was a mantra. Yunho let go of her neck, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked himself into his own orgasm, his face buried in the back of her neck as her tight walls milked him out of his cum, some of it already pouring down her inner thighs.

"Shit..." Yunho stammered once he calmed down.

Pulling out of Y/N, he made sure she didn't collapse on the bed, instead he turned her around and helped her to lay down. Her hands rubbed at her lower stomach.

"I'm definitely feeling that tomorrow." She joked, making both of them laugh.

After making sure they were both cleaned up, they ended up just laying down on the bed, holding onto each other, casually talking about everything and nothing.

"Do you remember our first night together?"

Yunho couldn't help but smile fondly at the memory.

"How can I forget? You were so nervous and so adorable." He remembered.

"How was I not supposed to be nervous? You and your size intimidated me."

Yunho laughed at that.

"I know. I remember when you looked down in between my legs and asked 'how is that gonna fit inside me'?"

"Shut up! I was an innocent baby back then." She huffed, her lips forming a small pout.

"You may not be so innocent anymore...but you're still my cute little baby."

Leaning in, he kissed her forehead as he adjusted them into a spooning position, his legs tangling around hers as well. He drew circles around her arm, his head full of thoughts and worries, but he didn't hesitate to say:

"Y/N? Can I ask you something?"

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The whole party was in turmoil. It was already 15 minutes past the time to start the rehearsal and the groom was nowhere to be seen. The bride and her party looked agitated and pissed off, while the groomsmen just looked at each other, trying to decipher what was going on.

"Do you think he got in an accident?" Yeosang immediately thought the worse.

"Don't say those things you idiot. That's how you catch bad luck." Seonghwa told him.

"Superstitious nonsense." Wooyoung shook his head.

Just then, Mingi walked in the room, all eyes immediately upon him since he was the groom's best man. He bowed to everyone before stating:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming here and attending this rehearsal, I'm sure it took dedication and arrangements on your part to be able to be here...

But I regret to inform you all that there will be no wedding."

A collective gasp was heard from more than half of the attendants. The bride and her parents paled in horror at Mingi's words. Jieun stormed up to him, her pretty features contorted into rage as she confronted Mingi.

"What do you mean Song Mingi? Where is Yunho?"

Mingi merely smirked and turned around, not bothering to stay another minute and ignoring the chaos that was about to ensue in that hall.

"Besides.... I have a friend I promised to join soon."

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The couple stared at the glittering lights of the city as they finished their ice cream bars on the hood of the car. It was almost midnight, but they were far from being tired even though they had only arrived there by plane a few hours ago.

"Is this anything like what you had planned?"

Yunho quickly shook his head.

"Nope. But trust me, I love this way more."

Taking her hand in his, he ran his thumb across the silver band that now adorned the third finger on her left hand.

"And I love you my darling wife."

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Imagine being an old classmate of Lucius and him stumbling upon your shop

As soon as the blond boy enters your shop, you know that trouble is not far behind. The boy is touching an item when another man comes in and warns the child by hitting his hand that was handling said item with his cane, sending him a stern look.

" Come on, Scorpius. Stop acting like a child. You shouldn't touch things that aren't yours. Your father would be ashamed.."

The voice, the look, the hair..Oh no..You would have recognized that condescending tone anywhere. You are about to back away slowly and hide in the back shop when the man coughs from behind you to get your attention.

" Shopkeeper, I am searching for a crystal ball for my grandson's class of Divination. Do you have any of those ?"

The hair at the back of your neck stand on edge at the pompous voice dripping with disdain, but you force yourself to smile and turn around to greet the client.

" For sure, sir. Please, follow me."

He doesn't seem to have recognized you yet and you thank Merlin for that miracle. You show him the different crystal balls and he inspects each one of them with the minutiae of a true expert, but you know that deep down, he is absolutely clueless. You almost let out a snort when he chooses the most useless of the crystal balls to buy, surely because it is the most expensive one and that the Malfoys ever had only one motto : Higher is the price Better quality it must be. You still cash it in and try to contain your laughter at the bad deal the man had just bestowed upon himself. However, you fail to see his brat outside, practicing the Alohomora spell on your front door and before you could truly comprehend what had happened, your door shuts close and traps you both inside. Lucius pales at his grandson's action and immediately withdraws his wand to open the door, but the spell doesn't work and he groans in annoyance.

" What is this ?! Why don't my spells work ?!"

You sigh before looking at your watch..6 o'clock. Of course.

" It won't work. Because of the many thieves roaming the street at night, I spelled this door to not succumb to any spell after 6 o'clock at night..It won't open until 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."

He turns towards you, obviously unnerved and is about to yell at your incompetence when a sudden glimmer of recognition lits up his eyes.

" Wait..I know you..You were in my house. Your name is Y/N, isn't it ?"

You scoff before mockingly clapping.

" Bravo ! Took you long enough.."

He growls at your mocking gesture before looking at the door with a scowl.

" Were you always that irresponsible ?"

You rise an eyebrow before rebutting.

" And you, were you always that annoying ? On second thoughts, don't answer that..this is why nobody invited you to the Yule Ball !"

He blushes in embarrassment and mumbles angrily.

" Why you little..Because I had Narcissa !"

You roll your eyes before replying with a jeering tone.

" Thanks Merlin, you had her ! Or you would still be a virgin !"

You would have never thought to see such passionate hatred in Lucius' eyes, him who usually remained so calm and who always had the perfect comeback. But, as you are both trapped, you sigh before getting two chairs and placing them next to each other while he stands still. You sit down and cross your arms before sighing exasperatedly at him.

" Are you going to stay up all night ? Come on, I don't bite..often."

He humphs at that last part before looking at the chair, maybe trying to decipher if there are any traps under the cushion. But, he finally indulges. You both sit next to each other in silence until Lucius sighs and admits.

" You're wrong, you know ? Someone did invite me..I never knew who it was though ? However, what I do remember, is the effort they had put inside the letter..The silver lines moving like snakes around the paper and the green velvet envelope..They even used perfume: a rich fragrance of mint, leather and a hint of fresh nightingale. No name had been written though and this is why I thought it was Narcissa, since she had been trying to find a way to invite me for a while..But then, I asked her about it and she never dared to admit that it was her who wrote it, I found it cute at the time..But now that the divorce is in motion, I really doubt that it was her."

He sighs loudly before pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, exhausted. You had noticed the heavy eyebags and could only imagine what a single grandfather Lucius could be like. No wonder his grandkid locked him inside. But, since he had been nice enough to share his worries with you, it's only normal that you do the same.

" My shop is on the verge of collapsing, nobody is interested in buying quills and papers now that they have those damn muggle phones..It must be me ? I live in the past and now, reality is hitting me hard in the face.."

He listens to you without interrupting and smiles nearly compassionately at you.

" Guess muggles aren't that great anymore, huh ? I knew that, at some point, our worlds would merge, I just didn't want the Wizarding World to be lost forever..It's sad really."

You can't help but laugh bitterly at his comment.

" A Malfoy will remain a Malfoy ! Always with your ideas of purity and against any kind of change ! If you had just been a little more open-minded, maybe you wouldn't be the most hated family in all the Wizarding World ?"

He only scoffs dismissively at your comment.

" What is the point of being liked when you have power ?"

You look at him and smirk.

" Power ? True power doesn't come from money, Lucius..If you had been paying a little bit more attention, you would have known that power comes in many different shapes and forms..Everybody could have power over anybody, if they only know how to play their assets.. "

He arks an eyebrow at you before smirking as well and asks almost daringly.

" Really ? And what power do you have over me then ?"

The both of you ferociously stare at each other for a while and then, you finally decide to jump on him and tackle him to the ground, to his greatest astonishment. Before he can do anything, you take his cane and throw it away. You then take some nearby rope and, in a few minutes, Lucius is defenseless. When he tries to speak, you put your hand around his throat and squeeze. He grits his teeths and you smile victoriously.

" What was that you were saying about true power ? See how easy it was for me to take the upper hand ? You Malfoy men, always playing the same dangerous game..Over and over again. Never learning that it takes a woman to truly feel powerful..Now that Narcissa is gone, it would be a shame if I were to bite your head off ? Who is going to save you ? Your son ? I doubt it..He hates you. Your wife was your best protection, people always underestimate the power of a mother..But, dear Lucius, you should have known better than treat everyone you come across as pathetic worthless worms..Now, you can either tell me that you were wrong, or I'll tell everyone that a mere half-blood has put the great Lucius Malfoy on his back.."

His eyes widen at the revelation before remembering that he had never seen your mother..Your father was a metamorphmagus and many respected him and that had always been enough..He should have definitely digged deeper. He groans, trying to free himself, but to no avail. He finally glares up at you with everything he feels: disgust being a very distinctive look on him.

" Let me go this instant, you filthy mud..!"

But before he could finish his sentence, you bit his shoulder so profoundly that he finds himself on the verge of screaming..He only hisses instead and you then whisper in his ear.

" Ask nicely..and I may consider it."

He sighs, how could he have been so stupid ? And now, he is pretty sure the memory of submitting to the halfblood would stay in his mind forever..

" Could you please let me go ?"

He finally asks politely but, he is surprised when you start kissing up the side of his neck.

" See ? You can be nice when you want to.."

He groans, still frustrated, but also strangely aroused by all this..But, of course that, he would never admit it to you. He only closes his eyes and hopes that you will stop when you notice that he isn't paying attention to you anymore. However, you aren't going to let him go so easily. You take him suddenly by the chin to force him to look back at your flashing yellow eyes and, to his surprise, you growl.

" Eyes on me, pretty boy..You wanted to see real power ? I'll show you what real power looks like.."

Again, you attack his neck and grind against him until he sees stars.

" You..You will never.."

He tries to speak, but his words get lost when you get him out of his coat and throw it to the ground carelessly.

" Hey ! That coat costs more than your whole damn muggle shop !"

You bite him again, a little less hard on his clavicle, only to shut him up again and roll your eyes playfully at him.

" Me who always thought that you were an ice king, you are just a snow princess.."

He opens his eyes wide at the nickname before glaring at you.

" What did you call me, parasite ?"

You dramatically put your hand at the level of your chest, as if the insult had hurt you before smirking down at him.

" What ? Is that the best you got ? Parasite ? Well, don't forget that said parasite is the one who is making you harder than rock right now..Must hurt, isn't it baby ?"

He clenches his jaw hard at your taunting tone before suddenly raising his pelvis to hit yours, making you moan loudly. When you open your eyes again, he is grinning up at you and asks mockingly.

" What was that ? I thought you said you were going to show me power, but all I hear are the purrs of a pitiful kitten who thinks she is a predator.."

You growl and put your hands around his throat. You aren't playing anymore and want to kill him..To kill him for everything he had done, everything he was..

" Die, you piece of trash !"

But, far from being affected by your sudden death sentence, Lucius only smiles weakly at you and takes your wrists that are shaking around his throat. He takes your moment of inattention to flip you under him, your wrists pinned to the floor.

" It isn't fair.."

You mumble almost in tears as he frowns in incomprehension at you. Why are you crying ? You are the one who had attacked him first, and now you are the one saying that it isn't fair ? As if you could read minds, you try to explain.

" I tried so hard to escape..To escape from you Malfoys and the misery that you seem to surround those who try to get close to you..But even years later, I still end up crossing your damned path !"

He tilts his head to the side, surprised by your sudden outburst and stares at you while you start sobbing and wiggle to set yourself free. When he is sure that you aren't going to attack him again, he slowly shifts his hands from around your wrists to gently wrap them around your waist. He then cradles you in his arms and puts his chin on the top of your head before closing his eyes, calmly stroking your back with his hand to soothe you. It takes a few moments for the both of you to calm down and get back to a normal regular breathing rhythm.

" Soon, I'll be out of your shop and you will never see me again.."

You know that he is trying to reassure you, but the realization makes your heart skip a beat in fear. You would not see him again..He would never know who wrote him that letter all those years ago..He would forget about you. Narcissa had been clear on what would happen to you if you ever dared tell him who was the true writer of the letter..But, would it really matter now ? Narcissa was gone and Lucius was there, his arms wrapped around you. Also, surprisingly, had not make a move to get his wand back to Avada Kedavra you yet. It was a good sign, right ? You look up at him and as soon as your eyes meet, you know that he isn't going to hurt you. You then look at the crystal bowl that he had bought, broken and splattered on the floor. You sigh before reluctantly standing up and getting your most precious crystal ball out of the shelf and giving it to him. He frowns in confusion at your gift.

" What are you doing ? I haven't paid for that one.."

You smile genuinely up at Lucius before silently picking his coat up and running your hand on the soft material before giving it back to him as well.

" I think it should be better if you would take a moment to rest, Mr Malfoy..My behavior was inappropriate and I shouldn't have acted the way I did. It was foolish of me and I humbly ask that you do not sue the shop for my mistake. It is already in a very bad condition and I do not have the money to pay you back for what I did to you.."

He opens his eyes wide in shock before looking at the items in his hands, and finally lays them on a nearby table.

" I do not care about all that now. I don't even understand you. At first, you say that you hate me and try to kill me, then you bite me and try to seduce me in a very odd and savage way, and now this ? What are you trying to tell me, Y/N ?"

You bawl your hands into fists and bite your inner cheek in order not to say anything and turn around to leave. He is to never know who you are or why you are angry at him..You thought he was smart, but you had to admit that he was not the one you thought he was.

" This is where we part ways, my ice prince. Tomorrow, you will come back to your kingdom of paper people and fake happiness and I'll be just another insignificant person that you will forget..Until then, I suggest we both sleep our separate ways. The sofa on your right will be just enough comfort for you and I'll be sleeping in the back with the best company one can have: books."

He stares at you for a few seconds, dumbfounded, before following you and locking the door behind him. You squint your eyes suspiciously as he flashes you a dark grin.

" After all this time, I finally found you.."

The dangerous vibe he is giving you makes you quiver in fear and you step back until you hit the wall. He chuckles at you poor attempt to escape and when he looks up at you again, you can see that his icy blue eyes are nearly glowing in the dark. He gets out his cane that you regret not having taken and slowly makes his way to you, running the tip of his wand on the many books kept on the shelves. You suddenly feel cold sweat running down your back, is he going to kill you ? You wonder as he stops just in front of you and his eyes brighten as he slowly makes a mental map of your body with his eyes that give away a certain appreciation..Is he planning on disposing of your body piece by piece ? Suddenly, he take you by the jaw and forces you to look directly in his eyes as he runs the tip of his wand on your cheek, neck and collarbone. He then leans forward and whispers in his low baritone voice.

" I hope you had fun teasing me..Because it will be the last time I'll ever allow you to make a fool out of me..What ? You thought I wouldn't recognize the perfume ? You stink of the same thing you sprayed that letter ages ago..And, if it wasn't for that, there is only one person that I've ever heard call me ice prince."

He knew. He knows. Oh no..You feel your eyes sprinkle with tears in front of the truth. When you think things couldn't get any worse, he summons said letter with his magic and smirks at your horrified expression.

" I kept it. Want me to refresh your memory ?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before starting reading out loud the subject of your embarrassment.

" My ice prince, I have been considering over the past few months to ask you humbly to accompany me to the Yule Ball. My dreams are filled with your scent and marvelous blue eyes that seem to light up a path to Heaven. When I close my eyes, my thoughts are filled with images of your delicate..Oh my !"

He stops abruptly and glances at you with a sinful smile.

" I had forgotten how detailed the letter was..I remember making Narcissa very happy the following day. To think that it could have been you..You must be feeling so disappointed.."

You blush vividly and try to get out of his grip by scratching his face, but he takes both of wrists and pins them above your head with one hand before continuing reading, not the least bothered.

"Oh no, my darling..You'll stay right there and listen to every word you wrote me..You'll listen and I'll make sure that you remember all of them by heart by the end of the night.. That way, you can shout all you want about how you've put the great Malfoy on his back, but I'll have the immense pleasure to tell everyone who I've succeeded in bringing to her knees."

Your heartbeat quickens at his words and you try to get back up, but Lucius doesn't let you. He pins you down to the table while motioning you to stay quiet.

" You..You're evil.."

You manage to gasp out and he chuckles, as if the insult in itself was some kind of hilarious joke.

" Coming from you ? It's a compliment, my dear..You bit me and tried to kill me. Now, where was I ? Ah, yes..Your delicate hands around my throat and your tongue against the crook of my neck.."

He leans in and slowly and sensually licks your neck from your collarbone to that place behind your ear. He then proceeds to whisper in the shell of your ear.

" I must admit, you are far more responsive than Narcissa at the time.."

His hand lowers itself agonizingly slow down your waist until he reaches your waist and suddenly uses it as leverage to drag you towards him brutally, as if to make you realize that it is happening, that he is here, that it isn't all just a dream..

" Your lips look irresistibly pleasing, my dear..Mind if I get a taste ?"

Before you can say anything, his lips are upon yours and his tongue is invading every crevice of your mouth. You roll your hips against him as a response and he slowly drags his other hand from your wrist to your throat. He squeezes lightly and with your free hands, you cradle his face for him to stay still.

"..I've never seen such beautiful sapphire eyes and only the thought of you makes me want to sing and dance.."

The letter falls from his hand as he understands that he doesn't have to remind you..as you've never truly forgotten. He kisses you again, but sweetly this time. Before you can continue however, he stands up and gets out of the room, leaving you hot and bothered.

" What are you doing ?!"

You yell, almost in despair and he only chuckles before closing the door behind him.

" I did what I said. You won't forget that letter any time soon..However, I can't allow myself to be seen with an half-blood..It would be improper."

" Im..Improper..?"

You repeat, as if dumbstruck by the fact that you may have been played with..You look at the door with a glare before getting up and walking determinedly towards the door. You try to open it, but find it locked.

" Lucius ! Open this door right now !"

But you are only met with a laugh from the other side.

" Good night."

You try to open it by force, but it doesn't work and you can't do anything but declare defeat. You get back to the table and sit on it before burying your face in your arms, trying to muffle your tears as Lucius had, once again, tricked you. But, to your surprise, you hear the door opening and see Lucius standing there, guilt written all over his features.

" I..I didn't think that you would actually cry.."

You don't know what angers you the most : his genuine shock or the fact that he is now staring at you, completely lost ? You try to get past him, but he doesn't let you and cages you in his arms.

" Come on..You know I was only playing. I was going to open it soon enough.."

You try to get out of his grip, but the man is not ready to let you go any time soon. He even tightens his hold on you and you finally lean back, inhaling his very expensive cologne.

" Am I just a game to you, Lucius ?"

You ask with a heavy heart and he decides to answer truthfully.

" At first..you were. But, now ? I don't think so. After the war, I understood that I may have acted wrong. I'm still trying to get better. I may have had very bad ideas over this concept of pure-blood supremacy and other..But, I know now thanks to my son and my grandson that I acted out and I wish to make amends. I truly do. This is why, I think I want to give it a try..Will you help me ? Please ?"

You are taken aback by such honesty in Lucius, but still nod in agreement.

" I have had many phases in my life, some when I hated you and some when I lov..liked you. I don't think that you are a bad man, Lucius. I just think that you are a very ambitious and very proud person. If you could just spend some time with people like me..You would see that we aren't so different..This is why I'm willing to make the first step."

He looks at your outstretched hand for a moment before finally taking it with a small smile.

" I'm looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/N."

The next day, Lucius is finally free from the shop and remains courteous. He even apologizes on behalf of his grandson and Draco seems surprised by his sudden change in behavior.

" Did you use magic on him or what ?"

He asks you in a whisper, but you only laugh heartily and shake your head.

" No. I just talked to him..and he listened."

Lucius smiles, his eyes creasing a bit and you glance at each other with a knowing look. Lucius would be back. He had still much to learn afterall..

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Fantasia Of The Silver-Dwelling Eggshop ~ Eastern Country & Northern Country ~ Chapter 3 | Event Story Translation

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Shino: Let’s destroy it.

Mithra: Good idea.

Owen & Bradley: Let’s go with that.

Nero: Hold on.

Heathcliff: C-can we do that?

Faust: Of course not.

Not only is it a strong barrier, but it’s very dense and complex — if we make a mistake, we could very well end up destroying this entire forest.

Although I wouldn’t say that it’s impossible to remove without injury, it would take up a considerable amount of time.

Mithra: Then please figure it out. I’ll go back for the time being.

Snow: Will you not wait? Listen until we have finished speaking.

White: We have been invited here, after all. We are in possession of a very special, secret key.

White takes a black cylinder from out of his pocket. Apparently, it was sent to us with the written request as a means to get through the barrier.

Owen: Oh? So if we use that, we can get in?

Snow: Hohoho. Plotting, are we? But do not think to steal it away later.

White: Unfortunately, this is for one-time-use only.

While speaking, White places the black key into the cavity in the boulder.

In the blink of an eye, the boulder shatters. The trees growing all around us shift and change shape, and eventually, we find ourselves staring into the mouth of a cave.

Nero: …What? A cave?

Bradley: So this is the entrance, huh.

Shino: Hurry up, let’s go.

Heathcliff: Master Sage, let’s go.

Akira: Okay!

Shino and Heathcliff can’t seem to hide their excitement as they disappear into the cave. I follow after them, also excited.

A short walk through the cave led us to the exit. The opening of the cave was around the same size of that of the entrance. The view was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but give a small shout.

Akira: Woah…

It was almost like a palace. In front of us was a lake, flowers blooming on the surface. Beyond the well-tended-to garden was a large, white building.

A magnificent castle, fitted with a dome-shaped roof. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Owen: …Hm.

Shino: Wow. What is this place…

???: Welcome, one and all, to the Silver Eggshop.

As we stand in awe, a man — an elderly gentleman with a mustache as white as the rest of his hair — silently makes his way to us.

Shopkeeper: I am the shopkeeper and also a silversmith. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for accepting my request.

He bows. The way with which he wears his vintage tailcoat and his almost overly-respectful demeanor remind me of a butler who had spent many of his years tending to a well-known noble family.

Without even realizing it, I murmur out a ‘Wow…’

Heathcliff: It’s just like what Bradley said… He’s very different from the workers in the Blanchett workshops.

Nero: Well, he is the shopkeeper for the Silver Eggshop. ‘Course he’ll be different from the common worker.

And even the way their make their silverwork here isn’t normal.

The shopkeeper raises his eyebrows.

Shopkeeper: Sir, you seem to know a great deal about this shop. Were you perhaps a customer of ours in the past?

Nero: What? Oh, no. ‘Course not, I could never!

Panicked, Nero shakes his head from side to side repeatedly.

Nero: It’s that your shop’s real famous among wizards. I hear rumors about it here and there.

Shopkeeper: I see. What an honor.

Suddenly, someone gives me a small push from behind.

Bradley: Hey, there’s somethin’ you need to ask him, isn’t there?

Akira: Oh, that’s right… Excuse me, we were told there was a dangerous monster, but where is it…?

I look around, but I can’t find a single sign of trouble. In fact, it is rather calming to look at. I can’t possibly imagine that they are currently struggling with a monster.

The shopkeeper nods and slowly turns to face the palace.

Shopkeeper: The monster is still over there — inside the shop, that is. Let me guide you there.

Guided by the shopkeeper, we go through the gardens and enter the palace.

An old-fashioned silversmithing workshop, dripping with prestige… Is not what we see.

Instead, we find a chicken coop of an astonishingly large size.

Shino & Heathcliff: …!?

While the luxurious white walls remain the same as those on the outside, the interior decorations are not the blindingly beautiful decorations one may expect them to be. Instead, it is pure white sand and countless chickens.

The chickens are and have pale blue feathers. Perhaps they were surprised by the visitors — the chickens flap their wings begin racing around.

Snow & White: This is…

Mithra: Does this mean I can eat all this chicken meat?

Akira: (...Huh?)

While I look around, still in a state of shock, my eye is drawn to the center of the coop.

An egg so massive that a person could probably fit inside of it sat there, shining a bright silver color.

Just as I was about to ask if it was some sort of sculpture, a high-pitched, deafening screech reaches my ears.

Chicken: CLUCK!!

Nero: Yikes.

A chicken comes hurtling towards Nero. The shopkeeper instantly reaches out with a hand and catches it.

Shopkeeper: My apologies. My children seem to be rather agitated in the presence of other wizards…

Come on now! You can’t scare customers. You go back there now, good girl.

While stroking the feathers of the chicken he had scooped up, he gently sets it back into the nest.

His expression and method of handling reminded me of how a parent would treat their toddler. He seems used to it, but his actions are tender and it is clear that he loves his chickens.

Heathcliff: Um, excuse me.

I don’t see a workshop, but where is the silverwork made…?

The shopkeeper smiles and nods in response to the confused Heathcliff.

Shopkeeper: It is made right here, before your very eyes.

Akira: Before our very eyes…?

Faust: I was wondering if that was the case, but these chickens…

Shopkeeper: Indeed. These chickens are a special species of magical creature. Of course, like a great majority of other chickens, they lay normal eggs for consumption…

They sometimes lay silver eggs. But the chickens are not the ones who incubate and hatch the silver eggs.

Shino: Not the chickens? Then who hatches them?

The shopkeeper takes a reverent bow and his smile grows wider.

Shopkeeper: A wizard.

The shopkeeper tells us how silver eggs can only be hatched with the use of a wizard or witch’s magic.

Apparently, after incubating and hatching the egg, the hatched silverwork takes the shape of whatever the wizard or witch who hatched it desires or hopes for.

Owen: Can you get magical tools from that?

Mithra: If I’m going to get something, I would like to get the strongest one.

Shopkeeper: Regretfully, no one knows what will emerge from the egg until it is hatched.

It could be a knife, or a plate, or an accessory… It differs from person to person.

Snow: I see.

White: So this is what Nero meant when he stated that this shop is very different from other places.

Akira: So you don’t personally change or engrave the silver, Mr. Shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper: Correct. I may be very different from your image of a typical silversmith.

After all, most of what my job entails is feeding, cleaning, managing temperature and humidity — various things in order to ensure that the chickens live comfortably — and then collecting their eggs.

Shino: So you just take care of them.

Owen: Master Sage, why don’t you get taken care of along with the chickens? You might be able to live a better life that way.

Akira: Ahaha… I’m more than happy with my life in the manor, so I think I’ll have to pass on that one…

Heathcliff: …Silverwork born from eggs…

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