#or keep his name and home address private from enemies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lutawolf · 2 years

Text

Love In the Air Ep 2 Review & Running Commentary

I'm back!!!! Get ready for me to be a total fan girl! I'm watching this while typing it. So, pumped. First, if you haven't read my episode 1 review you can find it here. I really suggest it, because I give a break down on the No Kink which is essential to understanding this couple. It is a kink people. Don't like it, great, then don't participate. That simple, but don't put down a kink that a lot of people have and enjoy just because you can't comprehend it for yourself.

We start out with a refresher on how Payu did everything to fix Rain's car. The cunning wolf, just rolling in his prey. Cause now Rain owes him. He even has him sign on the dotted line.

Then we move to Rain driving the car home. Completely unaware of the danger he is in. He gets a call from Payu who tells him "Only ill-mannered guest don't greet the homeowner" Though he could be teasing, his tone says he's not. He's setting his expectations. Basically, telling Rain that he was rude and this won't be allowed. This is important because you can't correct a submissive on something they aren't aware is a requirement.

Back to the phone call. Rain is suddenly aware of his mistake but it's too late. Anyone else feel that tow truck guy brings a certain level of creepiness. Payu then tells Rain they have yet to talk about the form of payment. Panic sets in. Rain said he thought it was free and Payu explains that nothing in life is free. It's simple, from now on, Rain is to address Payu with respect. Again, Payu is setting up expectations. A Dom will be addressed respectfully. Then he hangs up.

Flash to the brothers and you can't miss the glow on Payu's face. He is absolutely giddy. Little bro suggests that Payu find someone to be serious about and all Payu can do is smile. Who got you smiling like that?

He is a dork, but I love him your honor. Rain is literally ducking behind columns. He needs a keeper. Good thing he is about to get one. Sky is me, finding vast amounts of humor in Rain's antics. Sneaking up to scare him. Who needs enemies when you've got friends like that. It's fair for our little rabbit to be scared though because Payu has sent him a text saying "Remember, I never let off anyone who owes me."

He's waiting in the classroom! Asking about him as if he doesn't know his name. And Rain of course marches his dumb ass right in after being so careful. Straight into being caught. These dorks, I love them your honor. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm screaming and clapping. Oh baby boy, you thought you could tell a Dom what to do. Payu's correction was awesome. About to tell the whole class their situation and about how he grabbed, when smack. Mouth is covered. Away they go, leaving everyone with a mystery.

Oh Sky, you is a coconut you is. Don't go save your friend. Just say a little prayer for him. I totally forgot to type while watching that bathroom scene. That was a kink's wet dream. So hot. Okay, so I have a feeling that the vanillas are completely lost. Meanwhile I'm over here going, he brought the Dom. That's how you DO it.

We'll start with "You know what I hate, a boy who doesn't keep his word. You must have forgotten that I told you it would be expensive. I didn't tell you it was free, I told you I didn't want money." Now have you watched how he is backing him into the counter. He is caging him in. Maybe vanillas don't understand the importance of caging but it's used several different ways. Sometimes it's about Dominance and getting a submissive used to and comfortable with the Dominance. It can also be about security. Here it's for sure the first one. He is pushing forward and dominating the situation. Then someone comes in and it is RAIN that pushes them into the stall. Why? If they were just talking and he didn't want Payu to do more, why take it somewhere private? Are you starting to see the No Kink? He can't even control himself. He knows what he should be saying and doing but his instincts don't agree.

So, there they are in the stall where Rain dragged them. Payu once again cages Rain in. He's gaining the control. Rain tries to push him away, but Payu says "Raise your voice and people will find out we're in here." It's not a threat it's a reminder and a taunt. It's asking Rain what's he gonna do. He can yell and get out of this but that means no more from Payu. Even Rain is acknowledging that he brought this on himself. This is a power struggle and Payu has his work cut out for him. He is going to have to earn it, because everything is telling Rain that he shouldn't be enjoying this.

Expectations! Expectations! "Call me P' Payu" but Rain tells him in your dreams. Payu gets very close "P' Payu, please let Rain go." He's set the expectation and now following through with a fair chance. If Rain says it, he'll stop because that's the only way to build trust. Rain says no though which Payu is ready for. The punishment begins. Why is it punishment? Because Rain wants Payu but he is fighting his attraction because he is so sure that he likes girls. Poor idiot gay boy. He pulls him close and when Rain asks what he is doing Payu shhh him. Reminds him that people will hear, and they could get caught. Go ahead Rain, get loud if you want this to end.

Payu's hands touch but not his lips. Why? Because that would be more of a reward. This is about punishment and sending Rain over the edge yet not taking him all the way. His breath teases Rain. Look at where Rain's right hand is, it's on Payu's waist gently squeezing. Rain keeps tilting his face for kisses, but Payu isn't giving them. It's too much. He asks "P' Payu, please let Rain go." Payu smiles and immediately straightens but he still has conditions. He tells him to promise that he won't swear at him again. He goes back to teasing the boy but when he complies, Payu complements him "Good Boy."

Then he tells Rain that those guys who had been in the bathroom have already left. Rain comes back to himself and rushes out of the stall. Falling to the floor. Payu once again reminds Rain of his expectations and then explains to him why he got punished. He also teases Rain that he has standards that Rain doesn't match. Cunning wolf is giving his submissive a reason to push past his prejudice.

Sky finally comes to the restroom to see what's going on with Rain. However, Rain is in something of a state. When he can walk, he races to find the person who can tell him how to find Rain. Sky tries to be a good friend and stop Rain, but Rain is just a wee bit hot headed. Then we see why these two are friends. I swear, they are such a fucking adorable set of coconuts.

Ahh, Payu suddenly doesn't hate rain. I bet he doesn't. Why isn't he canceling the event though. Then we see Payu have a simp moment over Rain's emoji. He does like a brat, just something about that challenge.

Now we are at the part where the idiots prove they are idiots. We love these idiots though, your honor. Payu "It looks like it's about to rain." He knows Rain is coming and he's looking forward to the punishment. We find out that Sky went to his ex to get information on the race. We can easily tell this ex is bad news cause of Rain's reaction and he knew about a Mafia race. Just saying. Sky tries to talk Rain out of this nonsense but thankfully he doesn't listen. Point for Luta! Sky makes a comment about his ex being an asshole. Then Sky proves why he and Rain are friends. I have mad respect for dumbasses sticking together. I would for sure sit next to any one of the coconuts mafia in jail if they needed me.

And we're off. Thankfully Payu comes to the rescue? Well kind of. See that smirk on his face as he is looking at Rain. He for sure knew Rain was coming. Now he gets to stake his claim in front of everyone. I'm not sure this is a rescue. Your right Rain, you're screwed. Yay!

OMG, he spanks him! Ohhh, sweet baby jezebel. I bet the vanillas are losing their shit. Ensue mock voice "He is a man, why are you spanking him." Cause they're freaks! That's what we do! Again, don't like the kink than don't do it. Okay, Okay, back to the spanking. "Even my parents don't treat me like this" I bet they don't. Payu tells him to keep yelling, won't change a thing. Honestly, compared to dead, cause you know the mafia, what's a little tap to the ass that you're not really fighting against.

This is important. Yes, he knew Rain was coming but it was still a dangerous situation that could have ended with Rain dead. So, we are seeing deep Dom mode here. He has to make sure Rain understands because it cannot happen again. He isn't wanting to beat the brat out of him. He likes Rain as a brat. He just needs his brat to know when to pay attention. Ahhh, Rain sets his own limits. Degrading is not acceptable. Now to be fair he was being stupid, and he recognizes that, but he is also saying that he doesn't like it. A good Dom is going to hear this and make an immediate change.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh the kiss!! "I'll make you so head over heels for me that you won't call me stupid ever again." That's like waving a red flag at a bull. Oh but he kisses back. It's so good! The chemistry people!! "I'll be waiting." Yeah, okay Payu, you are already gone. "You better keep your word." Then caresses' his lip. Rain then has an existential crisis.

Payu steps out of the room. Talking about how he wasn't going to show him his bad side and asking the air if he knows what kind of man Payu is.

Rain still having an existential crisis. Man, Payu has is number. Knows exactly how to maneuver Rain where he wants. "What's wrong, chickening out?" was sure to have the brat say no. Also note how beautifully he falls into commanding Rain. "Then go wash up so you can have some breakfast."

Okay, the underwear is hilarious. He got him a small. I'm dead. "He knew my size just from feeling it!" Then he throws the package! OMG, I love these dorks your honor.

Again, we have a command, he didn't ask him to sit. He told him. More importantly, Rain is now doing what he is told without a fuss. He hasn't lost all his spirit though. Then he goes to look at the plans Payu made, by the way anyone notice how respectfully and softly Rain asked?? Hmm? Then Payu once again cages Rain in. We get a moment of encouragement from Payu but also naughtiness. I love it. Payu checks Rain to see if he is wearing the underwear and now, he knows they are the right size. Again, notice that Rain even when yelling, he used polite pronouns.

I'm dying you guys. I'm loving the banter and non-spoken play. I got to say though, Rain is stupid. He doesn't realize that Payu adores him. I love him but he is a white crayon. No doubt about it. Look at Payu setting a deadline and out maneuvering Rain once again. He then orders Rain and Rain follows the command without fuss. No, no, Rain don't short cut yourself. You a white crayon.

Payu is soooooooooooooo gone and fuck next week can't come soon enough because so am I!! Now it's time to apologize because this is very long. If you have gotten to the bottom of this, you don't know how much it means to me. Thank You 💜💜💜

Dedicated to @lannathel

#love in the air series #love in the air kink #love in the air #payurain #luta talks kink #luta opinions

358 notes · View notes

terrence-silver · 1 year

Note

hi! i love your work so much! feel free to ignore this, but recently i’ve been very insecure about the loose skin on my body and the amount of stretch marks i have. could you possibly write something about terry reacting or comforting his beloved after coming home from the dojo early one day and finding beloved talking down upon & grimacing in the mirror at themselves and crying?

----

He fills the mansion with Renaissance paintings.

Botticelli, Titian; old pieces acquired at auction houses.

Each costing a fortune.

Often, Terry didn't choose the method to reach an end goal and he'd visit underground, private, invite-only sales for only the most exclusive of clientele where he could get coveted pieces nobody would sell. Baroque Venuses. Nymphs drunk on love and life. The forgotten works of Henri-Pierre Danloux, from the Regency era. Filling the estate corridors with the artwork, alerting his contacts to keep him in touch with whatever other piece of the same thematic would be available on the market and safe it for him exclusively, or else. He was on a tangent. On a mission. He was, ever since he's found you being blue and scrutinizing yourself in front of dressing mirrors when you thought nobody was looking. When you though the cameras weren't catching you. The staff, not reporting back to him on your dispositions. How you ate. The fact that you didn't. Should he just smash every mirror in the mansion? Smash every reflective surface and make it his enemy? Order it thrown out, until you physically had nothing to loathe yourself in front of? Who should he have revenge on? Someone had to pay. Maybe you had to pay, for doing this to yourself, flinching, as he'd trace the lighting patterns on your thighs. The folded skin and the softness. Shuddering away from him, like your body wasn't his body. His domain. For not listening to him whenever he said you were worthy, like you didn't take him seriously, stuck in your own ways when his way was the only way you needed. He had a thing for luxury, you often forgot; the old world type. Generational. that didn't adhere to trends, endowing the mansion with art that looked like you and fuck, he'd hoped you'd notice.

What Terry liked, graced his walls.

And his bed.

And it looked a little like a buxom odalisque from a velvet dream.

His odalisque, caught again, in front of the mirror, on one occasion, when he surprises you --- a surprise that is everything but a surprise to him, having seen this scene time and time again over the house security footages played back to him, as you scurry away from the mirror's reflection, quickly putting on your robe, sniffling, hiding your face and forcing a smile of greeting towards him, eyes still shimmering. You were crying. This has been going on for months now and Terry Silver had about enough. Didn't you realize you were the type of coveted muse the old masters used to paint? -"Who was it?"- You demands, up front, directly. If he had a foe, he wanted to know their name and their address. Now. -"Who was what?'- You peer up at him, shifting even deeper into your robe but Terry isn't buying it. Was it a teacher, once upon a time? A jealous friend? Someone he could track down? Someone with a business? A family? Someone he could make suffer for his? -"Someone said something to you."- Not a question. A statement. He doesn't relent, holding your gaze, looking for traces of drying tears, as his gaze traced your body up and down, getting angrier with each minute. He could tell. You were about to bullshit him. And you do. -"I don't know what you're..."- You shutter, trying to lie. Something you weren't very good at. Especially compared to him. -"Your body."- Is all Terry says and he immediately spots a shift in demeanor as you turn away from him in spite of his face following you. You weren't going escape this. He's had this conversation with you before, and you didn't escape it then and you wouldn't now.

-"Look, Terry, I appreciate you trying, but I'm just being realistic."-

You stare down at the marble floor and the carpet on it.

Realistic?

Nothing realistic about that.

-"You look like that, and I look like this. Sometimes, it's just hard.- You gesture up at him and yourself as comparison and that point, if he could pluck your eyes out to replace them with his own and make you see what he saw, he would. Tactile gentleness, he tells himself, quelling the need for someone's blood. -"Hey, you're not listening to me; we're not in a competition of muscles, are we?"- He meets you on your height and leans down a little, to your wave length, smiling, only so slightly. LA was full of people like him and yet he found paradise when he spotted the curvature of your shape, your wrinkles and stripes, in sparse glimpses out on a beach at Malibu, during the height of summer, covered by a tanning towel you struggling to wrap around you as quickly as possible, flustered and sun kissed, greeting him out of the shimmering oceanic mirage. Maybe Venus was born right here and right then, in The Valley, 1983. All he did was have the driver park up the Limo so he could catch a better signal for his overseas call to Tokyo and what he saw through the tinted window could've been providence. All you lacked was a clam shell to be born out of, and Terry could arrange for that as well. He never did have that call with Tokyo. He was otherwise preoccupied that day. -"Look around you. You're this whole house. It's all you."- He coos at you finally, referencing all the art, all the oil paintings, all the masterpieces he has been accumulating in your image, commissioning a couple himself, and there it is, a hint of color in those cheeks. Good. -"I've noticed. How much did that all cost, Terry?"- Lashes fluttering, a tiny grin, here you are, if you're not worrying about your body image, you're worrying about economics.

Dear heart.

He had enough to last ten lifetimes.

Filling the foyers, reception rooms, bedrooms and hallways with your likeliness until you viewed yourself through his perception and his perception only. Through the eyes that beheld, as if anyone's eyes were more correct than his.

-"Money ain't shit."- Is all he says as he pulls you close.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; body images #tw; body issues #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluff #anon i love you and you are beautiful #plus!size beloved

27 notes · View notes

tworoses-fantasyrp · 11 months

Text

nojudgementrpblog

...

Who/What: m/f/nb - Historical/Fantasy. Your pirate captain has taken my noble lady prisoner. Captain or crew. Non-con/dub-con or slow burn to consenting lovers? Or enemies to lovers?

Lorelei screamed, struggling against the pirates as they tied rope tightly around her middle, binding her arms to her side. Her nightgown was ripped down her front, sheer as it already was. A few of her young maids cried and shrieked, struggling as they could as the pirates loaded them into the ship. She had no children, so their were none taken from her manor tonight.

She watched her large home burn, her husband dead in their yard, sword in hand. She screamed his name, though she had watched him die in attempt to protect them. Her dark hair was coming loose from it’s braid, her dark blue eyes rimmed red with tears. They lifted her, tying her feet together and her hands in front of her. She had stopped yelling once they made the trek to the dock and took her aboard the ship. The pirates carried boxes of gold, her husbands gold, her jewels, dresses and her husbands clothes, silver from their tables and candlesticks, even books and valuable paintings and tapestries.

The men holding her stood her upright once they came aboard the ship. Tears still ran down her face but she no longer sobbed. She kept her head held high, hoping to encourage bravery in her servants as they waited to see the villain who ordered the night raid.

=====

There was talk of a dread pirate whose ship stalked the waters around the nations for far longer than a natural lifespan. A ship supernaturally fast and impossibly stealthy, captained by a figure known only as Bosa Sennen.

Bosa herself stepped out of the shadows, boots clomping across the deck as she stepped forward. She wore a simple leather skirt, a clasp in the middle to hold it in place without flapping about. Her billowing shirt revealed a glowing tattoo across her skin, looking like vines, and her eyes shone with the same sickly yellow glow, the same tattoos decorated her legs.

“Oi! Let’s leave the lady a little dignity, lads,” she called out with almost mocking care in her voice. “We don’t take prisoners here, after all… best to let her keep something to herself. Prozer, tell Tindouf to tack sail and get us out of here, this cove will be crawling with imperial ships soon, and I don’t wanna be here when they get here. Have this one brought to my quarters, and give her one of the gowns you lot pilfered,” she indicated to Lorelai with a hook on her right wrist. One of the pirates, who Lorelai had mistaken for a man, addressed the crew in a gruff voice, but unmistakably a woman’s voice, “You ‘eard the cap'n, move out! Surt, go get that looked at by Dr. Edralder!”

Bosa Sennen was dead, but Fura was keeping the myth up as much as she could. It pained her to act as that dreadful woman, but she needed the air of terror intact if she wanted to make sure that her goal would be completed.

=====

It was more than shocking to see a woman coming forward in command, but the glow of her eyes and tattoo simultaneously frightened and intrigued Lorelei, despite the horrible acts committed by this crew. Lorelei had heard tales of pirates and adventurers as a child... but nothing she could grasp now. One of her better evening gowns was thrust into her hands, distracting her, but she didn’t miss the glimpse of the hook on the captain’s hand. She felt herself being pushed, however gently forwards towards the captain’s quarters. The more she looked around the more women she made out.

She lost sight of her own servants before being untied and put into the private quarters. She was told to change quickly and not to pilfer anything. Knives, perhaps. It’s not as if she would have anywhere to take anything. And there was a whole working crew who would toss her over board if she somehow managed to even harm their captain. She was smarter than that. Lorelei got into her dress as quickly as possible, not wanting to be walked in on. It was a spring green, fine silk and not something she would have chosen to wear. The lightness of the fabric, the embroidery at the corset made her stick out like a sore and expensive thumb.

#nojudgementrpblog #thread #thread: the myth #moved to a new thread for tracking :

2 notes · View notes

fruit-teeth · 1 year

Text

Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 23)

Bea leaned her back against the side of the alleyway, looking around. There was no need for a private alleyway meeting because nearly everyone in town was attending the ceremony, but Lazarus (yes, that was his real name) insisted. Bea had weapons and knew how to conceal them under her thick, dark jacket in case he turned out to be some sort of pervert (or, worse, if he turned out to be working for Mann Co., which was unlikely). She was not going to let herself be destroyed again. She would make sure of that.

Just then, footsteps approached. Bea glanced up, just in time to see someone walking towards her. She straightened up, stepping forward to meet him.

“Are you Lazarus?” she asked, looking him up and down. He was younger than her, decked in a trenchcoat, with dark sunglasses and slicked back black hair. To Bea, he looked completely ridiculous.

“That’s me,” he confirmed, his voice sounding raspier than it had over the phone. “I trust you’re Beatrice?”

Bea nodded. “Yes, I am. But you can call me Bea, I prefer that name anyway.”

“Bea…all right,” Lazarus took this in, nodding. “So, to recap our phone conversation: you said that a group of mercenaries working for Mann Co. are connected to both the park incident and the herbal shop incident?”

“Yes,” Bea nodded again. “They’re working with a wizard named Merasmus, which is funny to me because I thought he was their enemy. Do you know him?”

“Know her?” Lazarus scoffed. “People have been reporting her to our agency for decades! The wizard’s a menance to society,”

Bea blinked a few times, before asking in clarification. “Wait– she? What are you talking about? I thought Merasmus was a ‘he’, was that wrong?”

Lazarus waved her off. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. People call him both on the reports. Anyway,” he pulled out a collection of documents from his trenchcoat pocket. "I have here the information I was quick to get from Mann Co., and while I was unable to locate the Teufort Nine's current base, I did discover something else..." he handed Bea one of the papers.

She stared at the page for a moment, not quite sure what she was seeing at first. “Is that…?”

“Yes,” Lazarus confirmed with a smirk. “The Administrator’s home address. She keeps it private, but an outside source told me she's been seen coming and going from it several times.”

Bea glanced up again, a smile crossing her face. “Oh, this is…this is…I mean, its a start, definitely! From there, we can find the base, I assume?”

“Yes,” Lazarus agreed. “So– you’re in?”

“Absolutely!” Bea affirmed. “How far is that address from here? I have my own car, but–”

Lazarus cut her off. "Not so fast; I recall something else you mentioned on the phone: your sister..." His demeanor darkened, and he locked his gaze on her. “You said she was a witch. Is that correct?”

“...I…” Bea frowned, sensing something was off. “Yes, I did say that. Why?”

Lazarus looked her up and down, taking a step closer and eying her suspiciously. “Do you have any magic?”

“No,” Bea shook her head. “Even though our parents were both witches, she got the gift but I never did. I never learned it, either – they died when I was young, and Zelda was too busy caring for both of us to teach me properly.”

Lazarus let this information sink in for a moment, before he drew back slowly. “...I see. Well…that’s good to hear. I’m not too fond of magic, I don’t know if you knew that…”

“Okay…” Bea shook herself, clearing her throat. “Well, once we rescue Zelda, you won’t need to worry about her causing any trouble. I just need to save her and then we can all get what we want…”

Not too far away, just across town, the mercenaries had made their way to the mayor’s house. Sniper was the first to arrive to the house, but he stopped a few paces from the entrance.

Miss Pauling dashed up to join him, taking him by the arm. “I can go in first if you don’t want to,” she offered.

“Aye!” Demo agreed, walking up behind the two of them. “I’ll go first, too– you don’t need to deal with this, lad. Its all right if you’ve had enough,”

“Hey,” Sniper shook himself, clearing his throat. “Look, really, I’m fine. I’ll go in there and see what’s going, maybe he’ll respond better if he sees me first–”

“No,” a sharp response cut him off. Sniper looked up to see Lar-Nah standing there, looking towards the front door.

After a moment, she continued: “I don’t know what’s happening in there, but I’ll go ahead of you…”

“Okay,” Sniper agreed, straightening up and pursing his lips together.

Lar-Nah walked up the front steps, peeking in through the glass window. She tugged the handle, and much to everyone’s surprise, the door swung open right away.

“Should we all go in at once?” Medic asked in a hushed tone.

“No…” Spy decided. “Let’s trickle in slowly, one by one. That would be the most effective way.”

As Lar-Nah entered the house first, the others lingered behind for a moment. Sniper held the door open, waiting for her to get a head start before he followed after her. While Heavy and Miss Pauling stood nearby, Yana could be heard saying something.

Heavy turned around to look at his sister, squinting. “What?”

Yana had a concerned expression on her face and simply pointed to a doghouse that sat near the front garden. A low growling emerged from it, and the face of a furious labrador retriever appeared.

“It will attack us!” Yana reached for her gun, but Heavy stopped her.

“No, wait,” he rustled around in his pockets, pulling out a handful of dog treats. He cautiously approached the dog, clicking his tongue. “Do not attack, we are friends.”

The dog growled louder, but halted when Heavy handed it the treats. After inspecting the food carefully, it began to eat.

“Why you have dog treats on you?” Bronislava asked her brother.

Heavy waved her off. “Useful to have, many people have dogs. Go in, quick, before he finishes the snack and is angry again!”

Lar-Nah entered the home and approached the living room. Right away, she could hear the sound of voices coming from the next room, which was the kitchen.

Sniper stepped in behind her, looking around. “Well? Is he here?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“Yes,” Lar-Nah confirmed, though she gestured for him to stay put. “I’ll go see what’s going on…”

Bill-Bel was huddled on the kitchen floor, a dishrag pressed against his face as Lar-Nah entered the room. Above him stood the babysitter, a teenage girl who was holding baby Pierce in her arms.

“Mr. Waters, should I call someone?” the babysitter asked, concerned. “Is your wife here? I’m scared, I don’t think I should leave, I think I should stay!”

Bill-Bel just shook his head, dishrag still covering his face. “No, no, no…you can’t be here, you can’t! Please, just go, I…” he suddenly looked up from the rag, realizing Lar-Nah was standing there. He dropped the rag and shakily rose to his feet when he saw her. “What are you doing here?”

The babysitter startled, seeing Lar-Nah there. “What the– who are you!?”

“I’m his ex wife,” Lar-Nah told the girl flatly.

The babysitter stared at Bill-Bel and then at Lar-Nah. She muttered, "I'll, uh...let you guys figure this out," before putting Pierce in a neighboring playpen and slipping out the backdoor.

As soon as the girl had left, Lar-Nah glanced back at her former husband – or was he still her current husband? They’d never officially divorced, even though he was married to Nita. She was now just one of his two wives – that was an odd thought.

One thing was for certain: he was no longer the man she had once agreed to marry. He wasn't even the same man she'd spent decades with in the ocean as their country's only two inhabitants, withering away. He looked like a stranger with his beard gone, his traditional New Zealand clothing replaced with a cheap suit and tie, and his hair tinted a dusty brown in a futile attempt to make him look younger. He said nothing, though. He just stared at her with reddened eyes while his breath drew in and out in short, quiet bursts.

“You’re pathetic,” Lar-Nah said finally. “What the hell was that stunt you pulled on the stage? Did you know Mick and I were there? Is that why you said what you said?”

Bill-Bel just shook his head, sputtering out, “No…no, I saw him but that wasn’t until after…oh, God, Lar-Nah!” He let out a strangled sob and suddenly stepped forward, reaching for her. “It’s all my fault! I’m the one who ruined you, I ruined everything! I’m so sorry!”

Lar-Nah let out a shout, slapping his hands away and taking a few steps back. “Don’t touch me!”

Right at that moment, Sniper entered the kitchen, rifle in hand. He didn’t point it at Bill-Bel, but he held the weapon right at his side anyway.

“That’s enough, don’t go near her,” Sniper spoke in a low tone, eyes focused on his father. He then pointed to the kitchen table. “Sit down, we need to talk.”

Bill-Bel stared at Sniper, looking as if he wanted to speak, but he said nothing. Still shaking, he grabbed one of the chairs and pulled it closer, sitting down. Sniper sat across from him, and a second or two later, Lar-Nah took another chair to join them.

“What is it?” Bill-Bel asked after a moment, sounding timid. His hands fiddled with the edge of the table cloth nervously.

Sniper tried to think of how to open, but ultimately, he went with his first instinct. “We’re just here to stop you from summoning The Corrupt. Zelda told us about your contract,”

“...oh. That.” Bill-Bel looked away, scratching at the place on his neck where the sigil had been drawn. “I’m not going to be doing that,” he told them after a moment. “There’s no need to worry.”

Lar-Nah and Sniper both exchanged a glance, before Lar-Nah spoke. “But you’re obligated to, aren’t you? That’s why she carved that…thing onto you. What happens if you go against the contract?”

Bill-Bel let out a loud sob, covering his face with his hands. “I don’t…I can’t do this anymore!”

“Stop it!” Sniper snapped suddenly, his fury spilling out of him. “Stop with the sniveling and the crying and fucking talk to us! Good lord, what does it take to have a normal conversation with you!?”

Miss Pauling stepped in, watching the scene unfold with a worried expression. “What’s happening?”

“He won’t cooperate,” Lar-Nah explained. “I think he really did get cursed…”

"...oh," Sniper remembered smashing the jar containing the nightmare curse over Bill-Bel's head only a few days before. He shook his head, though, trying to stay focused. “Okay, well, what do we do!? He’s still working with Zelda, how do we know he’s really not a threat?”

Bill-Bel suddenly answered before anyone else could say anything, “Because it’s meaningless. All of it, it’s all meaningless…” he stared down at the tablecloth, picking at it with his nails. Finally, he looked up at Lar-Nah and Sniper again. “I should have realized that, long ago. My mother knew it – that’s why she put me on that boat and left me stranded in the ocean when I was just a child. She knew I would be destructive, she saw everything…”

Upon hearing this, Lar-Nah did a double-take. “Wait, what!? You’ve never told me this!”

“Because I forgot,” Bill-Bel responded simply. He rose from his chair, slowly walking over to Pierce’s playpen and staring down at the infant. “I was made to forget. My father didn't want me to remember what she did or said. He didn't want me to remember the Australians who had rescued me — but I remember, now. I remember it all,”

At this point, the others were inside the house and were slowly trickling into the kitchen to watch the scene unfold. Miss Pauling cautiously approached Bill-Bel and nudged his shoulder.

“Look,” she began. “Someone else we know was under this exact same curse. I saw Merasmus lift it from him, he could probably do the same for you–”

“No!” Bill-Bel suddenly exclaimed, whirling around to face Pauling. “No, don’t! I don’t want this to be fixed! I don’t…” he trailed off, focusing back on Sniper. After a few seconds, he reached into the playpen and lifted Pierce out, cradling him as he slowly approached Sniper and came to stand by his chair.

Sniper shrunk back slightly, unnerved by all of this, but he stared at the baby for a moment. Pierce was dozing off with his tiny hands balled into fists and a contented look on his face. As Sniper looked at the child’s face, he suddenly was remind of old photographs he’d seen of himself as an infant.

“What name did they call you?” Bill-Bel suddenly asked.

Sniper looked up, blinking. “Huh? Who?”

Bill-Bel clarified, “Your parents – the Australians. What name did they give you?”

There was a long pause. Finally, Sniper replied, “Mick. That’s my first name, that’s what they named me,”

“Mick,” Bill-Bel repeated. A smile crossed his face, and he let out a breathy laugh. “Thank you– thank you for doing this to me. My mind has never been clearer– I can see the truth…”

“Truth? What truth?” Sniper asked, feeling an even greater sense of unease spread through him.

“He’s not well,” Spy observed from where he stood. “Someone get that baby away from him, please,”

Heavy stepped in and obliged, carefully gesturing for Bill-Bel to hand the baby over to him. Bill-Bel obliged, but he lingered for a few seconds and brushed his hands over Pierce’s tiny head.

“Mick,” he said again, tears falling down his face as he looked back at Sniper. “Please– if you can, look after Pierce, will you? Don’t do it for me, do it for him, because he does not deserve to be alone. I know you’re a good man...I know he’ll grow up well if he has someone like you– someone like all of you, really,”

“What are you talking about?” Sniper raised his voice, getting out of his chair. “Are you leaving again!?”

Bill-Bel just sobbed, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. “It’s not my choice this time…not my choice. It has to be done. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – I could say a thousand apologies, but none of it would ever wash away what was done by my own hands,”

“What do you mean its not your choice?” Lar-Nah demanded to know, staring him down. “What did Zelda say would happen if you went against the contract?”

“That’s what I want to know, too!” Demo agreed. “Why don’t you stop speaking in bloody tongues and just–”

Before he could finish, Bill-Bel suddenly turned on his heel and bolted for the back door. Sniper was on him in an instant, grabbing his father's suitcoat, but Bill-Bel only wrestled his way out of it long enough to throw open the door and run outside.

Together, the group hurriedly followed him outside to the driveway as Miss Pauling urged, “Go, go, go!”

The sky had become cloudy, and the faint sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Bill-Bel ran to the edge of the driveway before stopping, head tilted up to the sky.

Hands clenched into fists, he began to scream up at the sky, “All right, Zelda! I say this to you, and to whatever dark magic force holds our deal: I do not agree! I renounce my agreement to live a lie and to harm anyone else for the rest of time! Now give me my punishment, I’m no longer afraid! I deserve it! Do you hear me!? I am not the man my father claimed I was, and I deserve this!’

Sniper ran towards him, shouting, “Wait! What are you–!?”

In an instant, a blinding light flashed across the whole driveway. Sniper stumbled and fell to his knees, instinctively throwing his arms up to shield his eyes. The light faded, and as his eyes adjusted, he could make out the shape of Bill-Bel still standing in the same spot.

“Hey! Hey, what was that!?” Sniper staggered back onto his feet, running up to his father and putting a hand on his shoulder. “What did…” he trailed off, realizing something felt off.

He looked to Bill-Bel’s face, and his heart dropped instantly. It didn't take him long to realize what had happened as he looked at the stone statue in front of him, face frozen in anguish while staring up at the sky.

“Shit, he’s a goddamn rock!” Scout exclaimed from where he stood a few feet away, bewildered.

Medic approached slowly, adjusting his glasses. “How peculiar…I’ve never seen anything like this!”

“Is he dead?” Soldier asked bluntly.

Sniper could only stare blankly, his whole body numb. After a few seconds, Lar-Nah slowly walked over to join him, and the two stared quietly at the alarming sight.

Sniper attempted to talk, but all that he could get out was a, “...why?”

Still connected to their earpiece system, Helen’s voice hissed out, “Everyone, get out of there, now! Before someone sees what’s happened!”

“But what do we do with him!?” Miss Pauling gestured wildly to Bill-Bel, despite the fact that Helen could not see her do so. “We can’t just leave him here!”

Bronislava tentatively approached Sniper and made an effort to console him, but she caught a glimpse of something. “Car is coming!” she warned everyone.

As the car slowed to a stop just outside the driveway, Miss Pauling exclaimed, “Oh, goddamn it, it’s his wife! We need to leave!”

It was too late. The car door swung open, and Nita leapt out, rushing over in a panic. She slowed to a stop, though, once she took stock of her husband.

“Bill…?” Nita reached out to touch his face, but yanked her hand back instantly when her fingertips came into contact with cold stone rather than skin.

“Merasmus can undo this, aye?” Demoman asked no one in particular, clearly very unnerved by this. “I’ll ask! I'll ask, I'm sure something can be done," he said, addressing the last part to Nita in an effort to reassure her in some way.

Nita covered her mouth with her hand, visibly in shock and unable to make sense of this situation. She didn’t cry, though her breath came in a little shorter, her lower lip trembling.

No one spoke for a very long time. Finally, Heavy carefully approached and put Pierce in Nita’s arms.

“Here is your son,” Heavy told her gently. “We will put your husband inside…it will be all right,”

Nita only nodded blankly, accepting her infant child. Pierce began to wail as Heavy carefully picked up Bill-Bel with the assistance of Soldier and Demoman and carried him into the house. However, Nita made no move to try and comfort the infant, too lost in her own confusion and pain.

Bronislava approached Sniper again, putting her hand onto his shoulder. “What is it you feel?” she asked him, her voice low.

Sniper did nothing but watch as his father's stone statue was brought inside the house through the back door, as if he were merely some furniture. Once the door had shut, Sniper carefully reached up and put his hand over Bronislava’s.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “I feel something, but…this feeling doesn’t have a name.”

Pierce continued his crying, and Sniper turned to watch him for a moment. He then looked to Nita, and when he saw the expression on her face, he knew she needed some help.

“Can I…?” he offered, gesturing for her to hand Pierce to him.

Nita recoiled slightly, but she relented and carefully put the infant into Sniper’s arms. “Be careful, please,” she requested meekly.

“I will,” Sniper assured her. He gently supported his younger brother's head in his arms while gazing into his eyes. Pierce’s crying simmered to a whimper, and he opened up his eyes just a crack.

Sniper swallowed a little nervously, but he tried to smile. “Hi, there, bubby…it’s okay, you’re safe,”

“Why did this happen?” Nita questioned, staring down at her hands, shock still written across her features. “Who…who did that to him!?”

Lar-Nah turned to observe Nita for a moment, before she took the other woman’s hand into her own. Carefully, she helped her rise to her feet. “We’ll explain everything, let’s just go inside…”

At that same moment, trapped in the small basement prison, Zelda’s eyes opened. Something had changed – a tether had snapped.

“He broke our deal,” she said aloud, eyes wide. “He actually broke our deal…”

Merasmus paused when he heard that, hands still hovering over the items he was trying to enchant. “...what?”

“Bill-Bel,” Zelda explained, audibly annoyed but somehow amused. “The mayor – I found him wandering the beach and learned he was from New Zealand. I took him in and gave him everything he wanted in exchange for his help. I made the contract in such a way that, if he were to break it, it would turn him to stone.”

“Stone?” Merasmus repeated, bewildered. “That’s a very old form of magical contract…I hardly knew any witches still did that.”

“If it’s not broken, don’t fix it,” Zelda muttered, looking down at her bound legs and tugging futilely at her handcuffs. She looked over at the item Merasmus was enchanting. “Besides, you’re using a Stasis Cocoon. Didn’t the great mage Timothy the Wise create Stasis Cocoons?”

Merasmus stopped what she was doing and pinched the bridge of her nose. “No– no, I made the Stasis Cocoon. It was my invention. Timothy the Wise was a buffoon, that’s why he got sucked into the Mushroom Dimension!”

Zelda laughed, despite her situation. “Oh, how could I forget? How could I…?” She glanced at the cocoon again, though this time, her expression went back to a more serious one.

Merasmus paused his work when he noticed her staring at the cocoon - it hadn't yet been activated, so it lay like a translucent parachute on the desk in front of him. “What is it?” he asked her. “Or has the gravity of this situation finally sunk in?”

“I was just noticing,” Zelda began. “That this looks an awful lot like something I’ve seen before.”

“Oh?” Merasmus prompted, turning back to the cocoon. “Well, perhaps you’d better get used to it. This is going to be your prison soon,”

“When I looked into the magic mirror,” she clarified. “I saw hundreds of these within Coldwater Cave. They contained all of The Corrupt, including the Kingpin.”

Merasmus halted, going completely silent. A grin formed across Zelda’s face. “You wouldn’t happen to know something about this, would you?”

“Mind your business,” Merasmus hissed out, her teeth grit.

“Ooh, I’ve hit a nerve!” Zelda giggled maniacally. “So it was you, wasn’t it? You summoned The Corrupt and trapped it here on Earth, frozen in Stasis Cocoons deep within a cave? Merasmus, you naughty, naughty–!”

Merasmus stalked towards her and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her towards him before she could finish. “I could kill you right here! Do not test me!”

Zelda stared at his face for a long moment, before grinning again. “This is about your daughter. Isn’t it? That’s why you’re helping these people…this has something to do with her.”

Merasmus backed away, hands shaking. “I’m going to lock you into this cocoon,” she snarled out. “And I will never, ever let you back out!”

“Go ahead!” Zelda trilled. “You should wear a collar and become the Administrator’s pet wizard!”

“You’re disgusting!” Merasmus shrieked at her, visibly shaking. Suddenly, the phone rang.

When the phone rang once more, Merasmus stopped and Zelda said, "You should probably answer that. I bet it’s your precious daughter, or one of your little friends…”

The phone rang a third time, and Merasmus turned away without another word to go answer it.

4 notes · View notes

datauthorress · 7 months

Text

the monster in her eyes [chapter 3]

pairing: alucard / original female character

summary: years after the death of integra hellsing, a young woman moves into the hellsing estate to start a new life after events happened in her home country. a new butler has been appointed to take care of the estate, which includes the monsters that have been dormant since integra’s death. but her will states that the new owner of the hellsing estate also owns everything belonging to hellsing, including the vampires that lay within.

rating: e

by friday, shelby was adjusting to life living in the hellsing estate. she got to know some of her security, seras and learned even more about alucard. she was standing at the door waiting for walter when he came over, holding a sealed letter in his hand.

“what’s that?”

“a letter, addressed to you,” he replied.

shelby took the letter from him and opened it up, beginning to read aloud. “dear miss shelby o’viere-hellsing, it has come to our attention that you have settled into the hellsing estate. we would like to meet with you in order to introduce ourselves to you. we are your allies. please meet us at this address for lunch at 2 pm on january 5th, 2069. we look forward to meeting you. signed…..iscariot,”

walter’s eyes widened softly before he sighed. “i knew this was going to happen.”

“well, it’s a good thing you informed me about them,” shelby said, folding up the letter neatly and slipping it into her bag. “let’s go. doctor, then we’ll go to the restaurant,”

the appointment took longer than expected due to her being a new patient at the hospital, but all of her blood work looked good. they had received her medical records from her previous doctor. as one pm rolled around, they drove through london to arrive at the restaurant about fifteen minutes till two.

“are you alright, miss?” walter asked.

“just nervous,” shelby replied.

“i know for a fact that alucard is nearby, waiting for the perfect time to reveal himself. iscariot doesn’t know he’s back,”

“even after thirty some years?”

“there wasn’t anything to worry about when he came back, so we saw no need to tell them,” walter said.

shelby wasn’t looking forward to this.

as one o’clock came around, they walked into the restaurant and let the hostess know that they were meeting someone for lunch here. the hostess grabbed a couple of menus and led them to a private area of the restaurant, where shelby saw a man and a woman sitting at a table. one man looked middle-aged, with a scar on his face and the other looked younger, with scars on her face that looked as though she had serious injury. the oldest of the two stood up with a smile when he saw her and walter. “miss shelby o’viere-hellsing?” he asked.

“yes, although you didn’t bother to tell me your name,” she said, approaching the table.

“my apologies, my name is makube and i am the bishop for the iscariot organization,” the man introduced himself. “this is my collegue, heinkel wolfe. we’ve been so excited to meet you,”

“perhaps you, makube,” heinkel snorted.

walter took a seat next to shelby, remaining on guard.

“now then, why don’t we order lunch first?” makube suggested.

after they ordered food, shelby noticed that heinkel was staring at her intensely. and after a while, she grew irritated. “why do you keep staring at me?” she asked.

“i’m trying to decide the best way to kill you,”

shelby was surprised by heinkel’s answer and she was immediately on her guard. “i haven’t done anything to you. i don’t want enemies. i just came to london to have a fresh start of my life and not be bothered with stressful situations. it seems i can’t even get away from those.”

“now now-,” makube began.

“did you just threaten my master’s life?”

makube and heinkel froze in their seats as alucard’s voice rang through the room. shelby watched, with hidden satisfaction, as alucard phased through the wall behind shelby’s seat and glared down at heinkel with disgust.

“how dare you threaten her life? any threat to her, is a threat to me.” he snapped, clearly pissed off.

shelby noticed that alucard’s mere presence seemed to unnerve both heinkel and makube, as they both went quiet. alucard leaned over, his tall frame coming up beside shelby. “shall i kill them, master? make them eat their words? we could end the entire organization and be done with them, just give me your orders.”

“so alucard has returned,” makube cleared his throat.

“yes, and he’s not very happy that you threatened our master,” walter said.

“there will be no killing,” shelby said, with a strained tone. “i don’t want any bloodshed. i’m just trying to get through my mess of a life,”

heinkel huffed, going quiet. alucard made a noise underneath his breath and vanished into the wall.

“we just wanted to introduce ourselves to you, that is all,” makube said, honesty in his tone.

somehow, shelby didn’t believe him.

~ ~

when they got back to the manor, seras greeted shelby with a smile, but immediately noticed her master looked off. “oh, master, are you alright?” she asked.

“i just don’t feel good,” shelby replied.

“come on, let’s get you into the living room,” walter said.

walter guided her into the living room, where she sat down at her favorite corner of the large couch. walter checked her pulse and got her a cold glass of water.

“i assume the meeting didn’t go well?” seras asked.

“it could have been worse,” walter replied.

“heinkel should be glad to have her life,” alucard huffed.

“i don’t want anything to happen,” shelby said. “walter, could you help me to my room? i need to lay down for a while,”

“of course, miss,” he nodded.

~ ~

shelby jerked as she was woken from her nap, a hand on her shoulder. she sat up quickly, seeing walter above her. “walter, what is it?”

“there’s been a vampire attack at a small village east of here,”

well, shit.

~ ~

they arrived on the scene, just a couple of miles outside of the village, where the attacks had happened. shelby and walter walked into the tent that held local police and what looked like a few supernatural hunters, which she did recognize due to her research.

“and who are you?” one of the hunters asked, looking shelby up and down, green eyes narrowed in distrust.

“my name is walter c. dornez and this is miss shelby elizabeth o’viere-hellsing,” walter introduced them.

“a hellsing?” another hunter asked. “i thought integra didn’t have a daughter?”

“she doesn’t. miss o’viere-hellsing is the newest owner of the hellsing estate, and the organization,” walter replied. “you will show her respect,”

“or what?”

“or else i’ll tear you limb from useless limb and let the dogs eat what’s left of you,” alucard’s voice was heard just as he walked into the tent, red eyes glowing from behind his glasses.

“do you have to threaten every person who throws useless slander towards me?” shelby asked, turning her gaze to the vampire. “they’re just words. they’re harmless,”

“until they’re not,” alucard added. “now, my master, what are my orders?”

shelby glanced over to walter, who gave a single nod. shelby turned her attention back to alucard and cleared her throat. “your orders are simple, alucard. find the vampire and destroy them, along with whatever ghouls they have created.”

alucard grinned widely, chuckling. “finally, you have given me my orders. as you command, my master.”

and he was gone, vanishing into thin air.

walter pulled out a chair and shelby sat down in it, resting her leg. she rubbed at her temple, already gaining a headache from the stress of tonight. she never, ever expected to command a vampire to kill another vampire.

“who the hell was that?” the hunter with green eyes asked.

“that was our finest weapon,” walter answered, raising a hand in the air slightly, palm up. “alucard is our solution to these types of attacks. he’s the best of the best,”

“so what is he?” the green-eyed hunter asked.

“alucard is a vampire,” shelby replied before walter could. “although he’s been specifically designed to kill other vampires. he’s a monster that kills other monsters,”

the hunters exchanged looks with each other before the green-eyed one sighed, turning to shelby. she took note of his features now. older, salt and pepper hair with a beard to match, and those stunning green eyes. “my apologies, miss. you see, we’ve been tracking this vampire and his group for a month now and he has slaughtered civilians all the way from germany.”

“germany?” she asked, turning her head slightly towards walter. “why weren’t we aware of these attacks?”

“i’m afraid i don’t have an answer for you, ma’am.” walter replied, shaking his head. “this is the first time i’ve heard about this,”

“i see,” she said softly.

“my apologies miss,” the green-eyed man spoke. “My name is shawn o’riley, i’m the captain of delta-force 20. we’re an independent vampire hunting group who specialize in smaller attacks. we’ve been operating for ten years now,”

“despite the circumstances, it’s a pleasure to meet you, captain,” shelby said. “alucard will take care of the vampire,”

as she finished her words, she heard gunshots in the distance, causing walter to lift his head slightly. “ah, sounds like he’s dispatching them now,” he said with a chuckle.

shelby felt a chill go up her spine without warning and her brain registered that danger was near. she stood up quickly, nearly knocking her chair to the floor. “we have to get out,”

“ma’am, what’s-?”

“we have to get out now!”

almost on cue, screams erupted outside the tent and shawn yelled at his team to head outside to take care of it. “stay here, ma’am!” walter told shelby, rushing outside to see what was going on.

moments later, a slumbering figure lurched into the tent, groaning gutterally. shelby whipped out her gun and pulled the trigger, shooting the ghoul in the head. despite walter’s orders, she went outside and saw ghouls that had begun coming out of the forest around them. shit. shelby shot a couple of more ghouls down before she was suddenly hit in the side roughly and fell to the ground with a hard thud.

“damnit,” she hissed, scraping her palms on the rocks. as she looked above her, she saw a female vampire grinning down at her, red eyes glowing brightly with hunger.

“you smell delicious,” she purred.

shelby yanked her gun from the ground and fired off the last rounds in the champer, hitting the vampire in the chest and shoulder. as the vampire was distracted with healing herself, shelby quickly got up and grabbed her cane, before she raised a leg and brought it down, snapping her cane in half. she could always get a new cane. she rushed towards the vampire, aiming to stake her through the heart, but the vampire healed quickly and moved slightly off to the side, her right hand grabbing onto shelby’s left wrist tightly. she could feel the bones protesting and creaking and as the vampire tightened her grip to impossible levels, shelby felt bones in her wrist and in her entire hand break. a scream of absolute agony escaped from her throat.

“that’s it, scream!” the female vampire laughed.

shelby reacted quickly. she brought her other hand up, fingers curled into a tight fist and slammed her fist into the vampire’s face, causing her eyes to widen in surprise as the punch sent her careening to the ground. shelby was surprised herself, and she felt a deadly headache coming down on her. the feeling of something dripping down her nose and she new her nose was bleeding.

what the fuck was that?

“ma’am!” she heard walter shout out.

“you fucking…..bitch,” the female vampire gritted out, glaring at shelby with murderous intent. “you hit me….i think instead of turning you, i’m going to eat you alive!”

the vampire lunged, jaw unhinged.

master!

two things happened at once. first, shelby felt an arm wrapping around her middle and literally pulling her out of the vampire’s path, to which she was pulled against a cold body. the second, was that the female vampire was no longer lunging, but instead, was impaled on a tree branch, blood dripping down the smaller branches. she was choking on her own blood.

shelby realized that she was pressed up against alucard, who’s hold on her was protective. she had easily recognized the red tie around his neck. alucard’s other arm was outstretched, holding a very large gun. without a word, he pulled the trigger and the bullet fired, hitting the female vampire straight in the heart. she didn’t make a noise as she exploded, blood cascading all over the ground.

and then it began to settle down. a few police officers had been killed in the line of duty, and had already been dispatched before they could turn into ghouls.

“are you alright, master?” alucard questioned as he put away his weapon.

“i-i think so,” she nodded, sniffing softly.

walter came up to them, tenderly taking shelby’s left wrist in his hold. “oh dear. well, it’s broken for sure. let’s get you to the hospital ma’am,”

“okay,” she nodded and turned her gaze back to alucard. “alucard, make sure there’s no ghouls or vampires left behind.”

“as you command, my master,”

~ ~

three hours later, shelby was sitting in a hospital bed with monitors hooked up to her and her wrist and hand bandaged up and in a temporary brace. the doctors had been concerned about her heart, but after a few ekgs, they determined that her heart was fine. walter stayed with her the entire time, taking in key information and writing down notes.

“surgery for your hand and wrist is tomorrow morning,” walter told her once the doctor left and he took a seat next to the bed. “they informed me that despite it’s a traumatic break, the surgery may not fix the damage completely. it would be in the same position as your leg,”

“i figured,” shelby sighed softly. “should’ve known the moment it was broken,”

“my apologies, that i couldn’t prevent this from happening, ma’am,” he said, solemnly.

“it’s not your fault, walter. how were we supposed to know there was two vampires?” she said. “but i’m glad alucard arrived in time. the strangest thing is that, just as the vampire lunged, i heard ‘master’ in my head,”

“interesting,” walter mused, putting a hand to his chin. “it sounds like you two might have formed a telepathic link. it could be because you freely gave your blood to him. usually vampires form a link with their fledglings, not with humans. and the fact that you punched a vampire in the face without breaking that hand….it could be possibly that you have some mental capabilities that we’re not aware of,”

“all i’ve known is my mediumship abilities,” she said, shaking her head. “this is crazy, this is fucking crazy,”

“and you’re handling it very well, ma’am,” walter smiled softly, glancing at the time. “it looks like i’ve got to go back to the manor. two of your security personal will be outside your room at all times. i’ll be back in the morning before your surgery,”

“thank you, walter, for everything. you’ve been so patient with me about this whole situation,” shelby said.

the older man smiled softly and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a soft squeeze. “get some rest, ma’am. i’ll see you in the morning,”

~ ~

as one am neared, shelby was finding it hard to doze off despite how exhausted she was. the day had been incredibly stressful and not only that, but the fact that she could have died. she could have met a very gruesome death if it wasn’t for alucard.

god, she didn’t know what to think.

it was strange, weird and downright frightening to think she had a monster at her disposal, that she could give him an order, anything and he would complete it without hesitation. he would hunt for her, kill for her. and shelby wasn’t sure what to think about all of it. she didn’t think of alucard as her pet. he was a vampire, yes, but he was still his own person, with his own thoughts and feelings. he was bound to the hellsing family and now he was bound to her, regardless that she wasn’t a biological hellsing. she didn’t believe herself to be worthy of his respect. he was a powerful, dangerous creature and he worshipped the ground she walked on.

“master,”

she sat up slowly so she wouldn’t disturb the monitors and turned her attention to the wall on the left of the bed, as alucard phased through the wall and into her hospital room.

“alucard, what’s to report?” she asked.

“all ghouls and vampires have been taken care of,” he replied. “the scene of the second vampire attack has also been taken care of and cleaned up.”

“was it a random attack?”

“yes, there are no signs of this being orchestrated.” alucard answered, approaching her bed and pushing the chair closer to the bed, before taking a seat in it. “what did the human doctors say?”

“i’m having surgery tomorrow morning to repair the damage,” she replied. “although they said that due to the traumatic break, my wrist and hand risk of not healing completely. it’ll be just like my leg,”

his blood red eyes lowered slightly, as if displeased by that information. “human doctors are useless,” he grumbled.

“they do what they can,” shelby sighed softly. “they can’t fix everything. you did good today, alucard.”

alucard grinned softly, eyes glowing. “did i? am i deserving of a reward?”

“i think so,” she nodded and raised her hand up to her mouth, biting down hard enough on her index finger to draw blood. she didn’t feel much of the pain due to being on some excellent pain medication, so it wasn’t difficult to get blood drawn.

the vampire’s eyes glowed even brighter as shelby slowly held the finger above his face. “open and take your reward,” she commanded softly.

she lowered the digit to the vampire’s waiting mouth and he parted his lips. she placed her finger on his tongue and watched as his eyes closed, tongue coiling around her finger to lap up the blood. the expression on his youthful features was one of satisfaction and dare be said, pleasure. she heard and felt a soft noise reverberate through his chest and she could have sworn it was a moan.

for a reason she couldn’t fathom of thinking of, the noise sent a shudder up her spine.

after a moment, shelby removed her finger from his mouth and grabbed a tissue so she could put pressure on it. “good boy,” she said without thinking.

alucard smiled, the gaze of his blood red eyes turning to fondness. shelby reached forward with the same hand, stroking her fingers through his soft, dark hair, almost as if he was a pet of sorts. a rumble echoed through him and he lowered his head onto her lap, an arm resting on the bed just above her thighs. he hummed, content.

shelby somehow knew the next days were going to be easier.

#fic: the monster in her eyes #shelby o'viere [oc]#alucard [hellsing]#;relationships [alucard/shelby o'viere]

0 notes

saintcitysinners · 1 year

Text

THE LAST TIME I SAW FRENEMIES PLAYING NICE BEHIND THE SCENES. [PT3]

Dear Saint City Sinners,

They say you should always keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If we've learnt anything from this weekend's top drivers is that everything is about the "lines' ' and especially those only a few will dare to cross to get a trophy. Now here is what you were all waiting for and shall receive my dear Saint City Sinners. Here is my report on the Aldridge Garden Party starting with the imposing, private and elegant stone cold Alderidge residence.

The party itself combined a mix of socialites, business associates and F1 drivers. It was a perfectly painted picture of frenemies playing in a courtyard. Taking the lead as per family tradition, Vince addressed the guests in his signature modulate and plummy tone.“Ladies and gents, it is an honour to stand here in front of you as a first time host to my family’s annual garden party. I won’t go on for too long because if I’m being honest, I haven’t practice this speech long enough with my PR team!” The crowd obviously breaks into laughter even though it wasn’t that funny. “In all seriousness, it is a pleasure for us, Alderidge, to welcome you into our home and celebrate this weekend's Grand Prix. Enjoy the evening and a toast to our drivers!” Vince smirked and raised his glass in union with his guest before having a sip of champagne. The rest of the evening for our trio of nepo-babies was on brand to each of their characters : Vince spent it shaking hands and then shaking off any traces off the bottom of his nose. Mattie spent it refilling her glass of devil’s wine, pretending she wasn’t upset that her brother merely mentioned her name at her own party.

Xander Voss spent it as always in the pool house playing devil’s advocate with a preppy “closeted” business intern. Speaking of the devil, I must admit in crossing a line but only for the sake of witnessing two interesting conversations. As the party was dying down, I heard a something that could have raised the dead. It seems the last time we saw Mattie in Monaco she wasn’t playing hide and seek with Rarri’s drivers, she was playing “who’s more likely to backstab Vince" and now that I’ve received video proof of Clemonte arriving at her hotel… I'd say both were.

That might explain the “old flame” cliché conversation I heard Mattie and Philippe Clemonte having at the event. I must also admit having a few Gin & Tonic myself, but I have reasons to believe it went along the lines of Mattie’s taut voice saying “My name was never supposed to be on the lounge’s buying contract Clem'' followed by Clemonte's husky tone “I know..but why is it you’ve always shown me more loyalty than you have to Vince?” as he took a step closer to her face. But that’s not even the half because it seems somehow Vince caught onto their littles games. If Mattie and Phillippe were keeping secrets than so did Vince and Xander. I heard them having a similar talk with their business associate "Congrats gents, you are almost the new owners of the William Gray Hotel, I’ll just get your sister’s sign—” Vince interrupted him as he lit up his cigar and said with a matter-of-fact tone “No, that won’t be necessary William, thank you.”

Watch out F1 drivers, you might be playing frenemies on the race tracks for entertainment but the last time I saw the Alderidge twins competing, we got served hell of a race to deep ends.

Ps: If I have reasons to believe in what I heard, it's because I do in fact have the voice recordings. I’m playing a game on a very fine line with some very powerful people so I won’t expose it. Yet... Goodbye for now Saint City Sinners.

0 notes

redrobin-detective · 2 years

Text

Another AU I swore I wrote out ages ago but have been unable to find on tumblr so!

AU where Bruce’s parents die and he swears vengeance, trains himself to become a detective and warrior and a myth only to come back to Gotham and find its not what his city needs. So he puts the unworn Batsuit back in the closet and devotes himself to Gotham publicly. This Bruce Wayne is no playboy, he is dry and intimidating, whipsmart and demanding as he’s determined to drag Gotham out of hell with his bare hands if need be. He argues in courts and petitions for donations and makes allies and enemies like no other as he channels all the fury of Batman in Bruce Wayne. When an orphaned acrobat ends up in his path, he takes the child home and is so thankful he never put on the cape and cowl.

Several years later, when the Justice League forms, none of the metas are expecting human philanthropist to knock on the front door of the Hall of Justice, announce he’s funding their whole operation for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on them. He says all this while a star struck Dick Grayson is sitting atop his shoulders like a little spider monkey. The JLA kind of has no idea what to think only that they can probably handle one human guy.

This is quickly proven otherwise as they’re exposed to the full force of Bruce.

In private, he tells them he’s deduced their identities, which will be protected so long as they continue to act in the name of good. He rolls up his sleeves and does upgrades and repairs to the Hall of Justice, later Mount Justice and the Watchtower himself. Leaguers learn to leave out unsolved case files when Wayne is around only to come back from an extended coffee break to find suggestions or even the answer left on sticky notes. To the world, Bruce Wayne is just another financier to the League, to the heroes, he is absolutely one of them.

Clark has run out of breath asking Bruce to come more into the fold, to be more than outside support but a true Leaguer. B, sipping his coffee while adding more security to the Watchtower, says he has other responsibilities. By this time, there’s a sarcastic Jason Todd reading a book in the other chair with his feet propped in Bruce’s lap. Bruce continues to crusade relentlessly for Gotham, pulling it’s crime stats down bit by agonizing bit as he drowns the city in welfare aids and second chance programs. But he always comes back to the League, saying he’s there to address problems larger than just Gotham. Maybe he sometimes thinks of that dust covered Batsuit in his closet and wonders what it would like to really stand beside them.

Bruce Wayne is a force of nature who changes the League itself, its heroes finding inspiration in his one man war to help their own cities. Heroes start helping with the mundane but still devastating problems of human life. But it’s not merely Bruce’s activism that inspires them. When Clark ends up with a teenaged clone on his doorstep, he thinks of Dick, fighting corruption as a Gotham City Police Officer or Jason who’s finishing school but already working to take over the Wayne Foundation or the neighbor kid Tim who Bruce discovered was home alone and was quickly assimilated into the household. He thinks of those boys and the contented light in Bruce’s eyes when he sees them. Clark names the boy Conner Kent and takes him home. He and and Tim quickly become inseparable, as close as their pseudo fathers though neither man will admit to it.

It’s Tim who discovers the Batsuit while on a deductive binge of his new guardian. And what Tim knows, Conner knows who immediately spills to Clark. Which is how Superman ended up in the half built, decrepit could have been ruins of the Batcave and asks “why?”

“It wasn’t what Gotham needed, what I needed,” Bruce will say, not looking at the gadgets he’d built in a time of rage and grief. “Maybe in another life the Batman lived but here, I have my own mission with my own villains in suits instead of spandex. I have the kids who keep me busy enough and a life that is fulfilling, exhausting and enough.”

“Still strange to think you could have been one of us,” Superman, Clark really since Bruce always made him feel so human.

“Your organization would have burned itself to the ground years ago if I wasn’t,” Bruce smirks. “Now lets get out of this dank cave, Alfred as a roast in the oven and there’s plenty to go around.”

#batman au #this is by no means a mark against a batman #i do think gotham is better for him #but Im always intrigued by batman being channel through bruce #where there is no mask only one scarily determined man on a mission #and how regardless of what costume he wears he IS still a member of the JLA #even if no one outside the League knows #bruce being a public financier but also the heart of the league while carting around his ever growing brood #it makes me soft #(been on a batman angst fic binge lately let me have some fluff)#would also be interesting if one or more of B's kids ended up in the hero gig #and just watching B fuss and be so mother henny like 'back in MY day when I was going to be a human vigilante'#'omg dad youre embarassing me in front of superman'

466 notes · View notes

cazimagines · 3 years

Note

Dude you can treat it as a request or not. I just need to get this out. Imagine Karli threatening Zemo because she knows about you. And Zemo would go all overprotective™️

I loved this concept so much I had to turn it into a headcanon request!

- Zemo constantly worried about you. He was worried about what might become of you because of who he was. Zemo first met you after his family was killed but before he took on the Avengers. He never thought he would move on from his wife but you shook his world and he fell fast. He adored everything about you and lived to see how happy you were with him. But he still had to complete his revenge, to avenger his country and his family and you understood this, you supported him through this.

- His plan did not go the way he wanted it though. He succeeded in taking down the avengers but at a price of being locked away inside while you were left outside. He came up with a backup plan in case of this emergency however for he was a practical and thorough planner. His Butler took you away to a private location where you would stay away from any harm. In his business, Zemo had made quite a few enemies who would stop at nothing to get revenge upon him and you were the perfect ammunition. He wouldn't even allow you to come to visit him, worried people may be able to trace you back to the location and harm you. The guilt of losing his first family already ate at Zemo, losing you would wreck him. Instead of visiting him, Zemo got his butler to deliver letters between the two of you. It wasn't an interaction that provided a lot of attention you needed but you loved being able to read over everything he put. Often you would trace your fingers along the letters, imagining him sitting there writing out these letters for you.

- Zemo choose not to tell you when Bucky broke him out of prison. He knew there was no way he could walk out of this a free man, either he was killed or he went back to prison. No, there was no need to get your hopes up just for them to be dashed again. Plus this was a dangerous mission and he didn't want you involved if he could help it.

- Unfortunately for him, things did not go to plan. There he was having shot Karli and about to destroy the super-soldier serum when she said one thing that made him freeze in his tracks. She said your name. To taunt him more she told him the address he had been keeping you at, at the very moment he chooses to destroy the serum her men will be on their way to kill you.

- Zemo found himself in a cease-fire. On one hand, he could destroy the serum and he closer to finish his mission which has been going on longer than he has known you, the mission that's become his soul purpose and on the other hand he had the opportunity to protect you, ensure the person he loved more dearly than anything was safe but at the cost of avenging his previous family. For a moment both Zemo and Karil looked at each other, caught in a freeze-frame while the cogs within Zemo's mind ticks on what he needs to do.

- In the end, though the answer was clear. He'd have more chances to eliminate the super soldiers and get rid of a serum. He couldn't replace your life. He moved away from the super-soldier serum, holding his hands up in surrender and Karli leaps forward to grab them, but that's when Zemo moved.

- Rage filled him at the thought of Karli even daring to threaten you. It was as if he saw red. In his built-up adrenalin, rage and worry for you, he launched himself at Karli, punching her in the face. He could have shot her but he wouldn't have found it nearly as satisfying, no he needed to feel the skin on skin contact of it, to know he's protecting you by hitting her. Zemo didn't know how long he was on Karli hitting her till he felt arms wrap around him and dragged him off, all he knew was the blood on his hand. Thinking back he was surprised at himself for being able to take down a super soldier but one must never underestimate the rage of Zemo.

- Though Bucky and Sam tried to keep an eye on him he managed to slip away, and there was only one place he had a mind to go. Already he was on his private jet, heading off to where you lived to make sure Karli's people were not with you already. Anxiety picked at him till he was at your door, knocking and his heart nearly burst out of his chest when the door moved, but there you were, shocked to see him before you. He opened his arms and you found your natural home within them, hugging him just as tightly as he hugged you, He buried his head within your hair and closed his eyes, feeling tears leak out of them from how worried he had been to almost losing you, and how happy was to finally feel you within his arms again.

TAGS: @shrekboobies @arianalilyblack @wonderwoman292 @justreadingficsdontmindme @thehuiabird @that-stupid-head-tilt-thing @zemosimp420 @kadeuuijib @multiyfandomgirl40 @unbeatablecurlgirl @there-goes-thefighter @lieutenantn @neoarchipelago @cable-kenobi @edencherries @faustlyaccused @julyvegan @prestigious-tea @hannahbal-the-fannibal @my-blood-is-maple-syrup @competitivepomegranate @welcometothemxdhouse @flutterskies @rumblelibrary @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @sky-writes-stuff @mywinterivy @barneswidow @checkurwindow @babayaga67 @spookycereal-s @hb8301 @mylifeispainandiloveit @zemo-is-my-muse

#baron zemo x you #zemo hcs #zemo headcanon #zemo fluff #baron zemo #zemo headcanons #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo x you #baron helmut zemo #daniel bruhel #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

260 notes · View notes

fandom-blackhole · 3 years

Note

Okay you have no idea how excited I was to see that you're open for requests! I love your Mando stories so could I please request my big boi Paz? I'd love to witness you do magic with prompts : 14 (bodyguard AU) and either 49 (fake marriage)/63 (mistaken for couple)/80 (green-eyed epiphany) *can you tell I couldn't decide* *I'm a Libra* *I do apologize*

Im honored that you love my mando fics and that you got excited about me opening requests 🥺💕Also, as a Sagittarius sun and moon, I relate on not being able to make decisions 😔, but I have a great idea for:

14. Bodyguard AU

63. Mistaken for Couple

80. Green-Eyed Epiphany

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: roughly 2k, woops

Send me some AUs/Tropes??

Note: So I just wanted to start this off with what I'm thinking about this mash-up, like whats going on and the situation. A little backstory/world building, if you will. So, im seeing this as after the tribe on Nervarro scatters after the fight with Grogu, Din, and the Stormtroopers. Paz is by himself and in need of work for credits, to both support himself and save up for when/if he is reunited with his tribe he can help rebuild and contribute. That leads him to a small midrim planet that is pretty divided. You are the head of the government, but there is a group of people who keep trying to kill you and harm your supporters because they want the "true ruler" to be in your place. Said "ruler" is part of a bloodline of radical tyrants that had been controlling the planet until around the same time the empire fell, their downfall resulting from being too involved with the empire. SO, the head of your defense team brings in Paz to protect you, because not only is he a big scary dude covered in big weaponry and armor, but also because you keep insisting that all the soldiers and guards should be protecting the people not you, so bringing in Paz was his little loophole. Now on to the story!

You were not happy with this arrangement, and you had told the head of your guard just as much. You didn't need a protector, it only showed your rivals that you were scared of what they were capable of, that they had the possibility to win this war they were waging. The man- the mandalorian that had been hired was unfazed by your indifference towards him, always just trailing silently behind you look just as menacing as mandalorians were said to be. It was easy to tell that he knew his way around a variety of weapons, it was easy to tell that he had been through battles and suffered their consequences. And it was easy to tell that this job seemed to be a bit boring for him. He didn't have any excitement, most days the mandalorian was stuck following you throughout the capital building, attending meetings that he could care less about, standing guard to your study as you paced around in thought. Nothing much happened, but as time went on and the war worsened and the threat of your rivals loomed over your head you started to notice that the mandalorian would do little things that shaved a little of your stress away, or would brighten you day if only a little. Little treats would show up on your desk, or cups of teas or caf just the way you liked them, walks through the garden would result in a vase of flowers- handpicked and cut with a sharp knife at an angle, delicately- placed in your room. The first time you broke down in front of him, the stress of loosing nearly an entire village not far from where you were to the grievous ways of your enemies broke you to the point of sobbing hysterically and the mandalorian surprised you with his gentleness, as he softly grabbed your arms and made you look up at him, his blue helmet staring down at you as he said, "You will get past this...you...you are a good leader, you care for your people more than yourself, and in the end, that is what will have you coming out on top."

After that night, something changed between the two of you. Instead of following behind you silently, you started walking beside the mandalorian, in meetings instead of letting him stand silently behind you, you started asking his opinions on the battles or if he had any suggestions to help combat. The two of you got closer, and you weren't sure when, but eventually you found yourself calling the mandalorian a friend, and you liked to believe he thought of you as one as well, he at least trusted you enough that he told you his name, which you only used in the private of your quarters or study during your late night talks. When you started to show signs of the stress becoming too much, or that you were nearing another breakdown, he would gently lead you away from whatever you had been doing. More times than not he lead you to the gardens and sat you down as he would tell you stories of his childhood or of his people and culture. One evening, he went as far as to set up a little spot for you to relax and eat a little snack with tea, to give you time away from everything, to give you a break from holding your home on your shoulders. It had been nice, and it helped you clear your thoughts, the gesture had you smiling fully for the first time in months, and it was one that was not quick to fade. As thanks, you had asked Paz what you could do, to which he only replied, "Seeing you smile is enough." So you did, you smiled at him and gently reached out and placed a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

The smile Paz had gifted you stayed for a few days, your people noticed the happiness and it it seemed to affect all of them, each person growing their own little smiles. Melancholy still hung in the air, but you felt like you had the energy and will power to deal with it now. But as all good things must end, this happiness was ripped from you, when the head of your guard rushed into a meeting with the delegates of the planet, his face was crumpled in worry and he whispered apologies as he reluctantly handed over a letter addressed to you. Your heart pounding, you opened the letter only to freeze at the sight of a photo taken of the moment that had only radiated happiness until now, staring down you only saw yourself pressed close to Paz’s form with lips pressed against his helmet. The moment now felt tainted, and you felt sick to your stomach, the happiness that was shown in the picture gone, only replaced with pure terror. Glancing at the man stood before you, he took the picture and flipped it before handing it back with a somber look. On the back, in deep red ink and scratchy handwriting read:

Now, do you really think courting a mandalorian is going to protect you from your death by my hands? Ill make sure to kill him in front of you so you have to watch as he falls.

Yours loving,

The True King

You hadn't even realized you were shaking, nor breathing heavily, until a gloved had reached into very and took the note away from you. You watched as Paz looked the note over before passing it back to your head guard. He told him something, but you could not hear as your eyes started ringing. Gently Paz helped you stand, before leading you away from the meeting. You didn't care where he was taking you, at that moment you couldn't think straight, couldn't get past the thought of, how did they get so close to take a photo without anyone noticing?

After the letter had been delivered Paz took care to never leave your side, he became more overbearing and involved with planning your schedule. No longer were you allowed in the gardens, or outside for that matter, for the time being, Paz only really allowed you to go to your quarters, your study, and the meeting room. You didn't fight him, too tired from the lasting conflicts and worry over what would happen next. A month went by, and everything quieted, the attacks stopped, and it almost felt like your enemy had gone into hiding. You didn't relax though, the note still whispering in the back of your head. Paz found himself often sleeping in the chair beside your bed, after too many nights of having been awoken to you yelling out his name and finding you rushing to his room to reassure yourself that he was safe.

Then it happened. You knew the quiet was only leading to something, but you weren't prepared to be a woke in the middle of the night to Paz scream to you. It had been the first night you had been able to fall asleep and stay asleep without nightmares of Paz’s death, but you were only thrown into a different nightmare as your eyes few open and you saw Paz fighting off an attacker. You yelled for you to run, and as you hesitated he only growled your name and told you to go, so with a heavy heart you did, you ran. All around the capital you could seem fires burning and hear your guards fighting with silhouettes your tired eyes could not make out in the low light of night. You did not know where to go, only letting your feet carry you, only stopping when you were out of breath. Looking around, you found yourself in the garden, feet from where you gave Paz the soft kiss, the memory still churning out a small amount of happiness, but quickly turned sour once more when the grinning face of the man you loathed most in the world stood from the bench hidden in the shadows.

"My dear, I was hoping you'd come here. I know you are especially fond of the gardens, most certainly this area."

"What do you want Alun? Why wouldn't you stop this fighting? People, my people, our people are suffering!"

He scoffed and turned to look at the city burning around you both. "The people deserve what they are getting for forgetting their true leaders. And you for forgetting what you once were."

"Stop this. You are doing nothing but destroying the planet!"

Alun turned to look at you, small smile curling onto his hate filled face. Slowly he reached out and placed the rose he had picked behind your ear, the thorns pricking your skin, one digging in enough to make a drop of blood run down your ear.

"When I have control again, and we are again together, things will go back to the way they were. I promise you, love. You just need to stop fighting me."

Disgust formed on your face as you stepped back, "We may have been engaged before you fell, but I never loved you. I was forced into that position by you and your father, and I do not regret being apart of how he and you fell from grace. I will never stop fighting you."

"Oh, but I love you, and I will have you, my love."

"Not if I have any say," a voice growled from behind you. Whipping around, relief flooded you at the sight of Paz marching towards where you stood. He was covered in blood from fighting, but seemed like he was uninjured himself much to your relief. But he seemed angry, livid almost as he pushed you behind him, standing toe-to-toe with Alun. "If you want them, you will have to get through me, and I will not stop fighting until my dying breath for them," Paz’s words settled into your chest, warmth flowing through you as the next few second moved in slow motion. Paz reached out, before Alun even had a chance to grab for his weapon. Paz lifted him like a rag doll to his height, making direct eye contact, before growling out, "because I love them, and you will never have them."

And with that said, Paz simply slammed his forehead into Alun's forcefully knocking him unconscious, then carelessly dropping him to the ground where he laid unmoving buise already forming on his forehead. Paz then turned to you and reached for you, but you simply flung yourself onto him. "You're okay, i was so worried, I didn't want to leave you, I was so scared that something would happen and that Id...."

"That you'd, what cyare," Paz whispered as he held you close, arms wrapped around you as if he'd let go and you'd disappear. Looking up and into his helmet's visor you were quiet for a moment, before speaking up softly, "I love you too... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I loved you."

Gently, Paz pressed his forehead against your own, before whispering, "You don't have to worry. I'll always be around to protect you. And," a teasing note coming out in his voice making you smile, "You can tell me how much you love me anytime you want. As long as you don't have anymore previous fiancés out there professing their love to you. I don't think I could hold back from ripping off their heads like I did just now."

Giggling you shook your head, "No more love professions, I promise. Only yours matter."

Everything Tags: @mysticalgalaxysalad @phoenixhalliwell @moodsare @perpetual-fangirl900 @night-snows00 @dumbass-simp-for-fredweasley @stargazingthenightaway @meabravo @just-here-for-the-moment @masteracewindu @litakino

Paz Tags: @bunny-fairy @elinedjarin @shellyc9 @blackmarketmummy @djarin-junk

Join the Taglists

#anon thots #au tropes asks #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #paz x gn!reader #14. Bodyguard AU #63. Mistaken for Couple #80. Green-Eyed Epiphany #i hope you liked this!!#i liked the idea but i feel like i kind of just threw it together hap hazardly :/

42 notes · View notes

flowerflamestars · 3 years

Note

I'm in a very angry-with-the-IC-and-Rhys-in-particular mood, and since I'm just rereading Daylight I was wondering, what is going through Rhysand's mind throughout the events of Daylight? Because it's basically his entire life CRUMBLING around him and I'd love to see the mental gymnastics he does to fit it all into his "I'm the good guy, actually" narrative. Or just his general reaction.

this is a FABULOUS question, thank you!

Daylight! Rhys is, in my opinion, the closest to a canonical (pre-acosf) character representation that I go for. He's so SO fucked up, and sublimating and burying all that trauma has, of course, failed, and it's all manifesting, in all these different directions.

To understand the level on which Rhys is losing his shit, it's important to go back to the very beginning: Rhysand, to Rhysand, is always, always the hero of the story. The down on his luck knight with truth in his heart. The struggling, just man.

He CANNOT seeing beyond himself for even a second. He casts himself in the most important role, as the only person whose personal consequences exist.

His mother, at probable great risk, takes him to Illyria to be trained- the precious, first-born, godly son of Night. To learn to fight- to learn, presumably, her culture- to see what that culture is reduced to, a harshness he will on day have the power to change. Rhys had to be, at some point, a great hope for Not High Fae denizens of the Court.

What does Rhysie learn? Illyria is harsh. Illyria is bad. Backwards and cruel.

He hates his father for...presumably, the crime of being a pretty traditional High Lord? Rhys hates the cruelties! the Court of Nightmares! the broken system!

So what does Rhys do when he has power? he fires everyone. He doesn't like them, he doesn't like whatever they did under his father...so instead of hiring new people, he removes himself entirely from a potential role in changing/mitigating those policies. See also: the Court of Nightmares, cowed occasionally, but not in any way governed by Rhys.

But he's the hero! He's destroyed the oppression! His Court of Just his Bros is made of women and Illyrians!

(Rhys removed the terribleness from his direct experience...because only his experiences matter)

So, Rhys in his head: the struggle, the hero, the man just trying to do it right.

Which brings us to Daylight....and Feyre. I know we can attribute the way the characters stop even remotely being sympathetic between acomaf and...everything else...to poor writing, but I also think there's some (maybe accidental but PERFECT) character work there: in acomaf, pre-acknowledged bond, Feyre is an important possession/ally- she's on the same level as the other members of the Court of Dreams, if the jewel of the collection, a high point in the story Rhys tells himself: HE saved the HERO OF PRYTHIAN

(which...let's not even touch on the fact that the deal he makes in acotar is CREEPY and he can only justify it later. she wasn't someone he wanted to work with in acotar- she was a vulnerable, hot young woman he fully took advantage of)

And then they're mates.

And then, slowly but surely, Feyre's personhood disappears. For two reasons: 1) Feyre is on a pedestal so sky-high it blots out everything. Good, pure, true hero Feyre whose adoration Rhysand needs like air. the happy end of his story, the prize and the salvation, the one who sees him.

and 2) ultimately, to Rhys, Feyre is an extension of him. A symbol: his happiness, his peace, his endless power, what he fought to keep.

She's his whole anchor staying sane, which isn't great, considering...ya know, everything. But the Story is Over. They are Happy.

Except- except- nothing is over. Post fifty straight years of torture, a freefall into war and fuckery, teen marriage and literal death, the consequences for all those things AND THE SHIT RHYS WAS PULLING LONG BEFORE AMARANTHA TURNED HIM INTO A CHEW TOY, are still present.

But now, he has something to protect. His golden future. His puppy Mate.

Because Feyre's safety is the safety of his power and vice versa. Anything he does is justifiable because the loss of Feyre is Not an Option. She is Happy. They Are Happy.

It bleeds into everything- and then it intensifies, because this is the breaking point.

The Az/Lucien thing and Feyre incredibly hurtful blindness? No Rhys isn't going to interfere- Az is so private anyway- if Feyre believes its a romantic bond, Feyre is right, she knows her sister, not that it matters because Elain is totally out of her mind.

Sending Cassian to Illyria? Illyria is a backwards shithole right? They're fierce fighters and that's what Rhys values them for- as the hammer of his power- and nothing else? why would there be anything else? Look at them fighting and hurting each other.

Nesta runs and Cassian is left throwing himself in battles actively trying to die and Rhys? Rhys is totally smug. A problem that hurt Feyre and his brother is GONE.

But it's not gone. Az isn't talking to anyone- and Rhys thinks this probably means Lucien is probably, finally fucking him- but even Feyre understands that Azriel knows where Nesta is. When this is proved (when Elain surfaces and they have the very fun kitchen fight) Rhys isn't happy- but he understands. Azriel has always felt responsible for broken things.

But thats not his job, it's Rhysands job, and Rhys has already made that tough choice for the safety of his own: Nesta has no place here. When she resurfaces inevitably, broke and wanting something, Rhys will stop her before she gets close enough to upset (hurt) Feyre. It's his job.

Cassian goes missing, and Rhysand sets upon what will become his eventual move: Illyria's value is strength. (a martial strength that belongs to RHYS). But they think they can take from him? They can destroy their own best chance? (Rhys recognizes Cassian's value to Illyria even while, you know, ordering him to slaughter Illyrians) They would threaten his power? hurt his family?

Rhys will not allow a world to exist where Feyre can be hurt.

If Illyria can't be controlled, Illyria will be put down, like the rabid creatures they are. (They were always backwards, Rhys thinks. Freeing my mother was the one good thing my father ever did)

But Cassian lives.

Rhys asks Azriel if he's been cursed. Az laughs in his face.

And Cassian is a terrible enemy to have. The strategies the loyalists are using? His, filtered through Rhys. The magical contingencies? Cassian and Az, trying to prevent bloodshed.

Feyre thinks, for a long time, that maybe the rebels have Nesta. What else could compel Cassian to even care? these people keep trying to kill him. they want to kill Rhys. the brothers suffered in the frozen mud at the hands of these monsters, what is Cassian doing?

And then the massacre happens.

And Feyre sick to her stomach, cries when she hears. Rhysand thinks about a little hazel eyed boy who'd never had a bed, a present, who'd been nothing until Rhysand plucked him up- a little boy who'd grown into a dangerous man, who'd just killed every person who ever contributed to his pain. Rhys thinks, knowing he'll have to punish Cassian for this, that it's over.

The camp lords are dead, it has to be over.

(Azriel hears and understands- because he knows damn well Cassian was something before Rhysand, and after despite him. That beneath those repeatedly broken ribs is a heart that was once so big so save him, grown strong enough now to save everyone who was like them: forgotten, abandoned, used.)

It's not over. The mountains are burning. Banners fly on northern wind in a language long dead. They're singing, the spies say, they call him dawn. Loyal-heart-as-dawn.

It's Cassians name. Not that Rhys, who never knew more than a few vile insults in the language of his mother's ancient, proud people, understood it then.

Rhysand, the long-suffering hero of his own story, has been betrayed.

He can risk no more- it's time to end this madness. It's Feyre's idea to use Elain- it's Feyre who is left crying, a betrayal Rhysand will never forget- when Elain, who they've given everything, Elain, perhaps just as broken and wretched as her eldest sister, refuses to help keep Feyre safe.

(Elain refuses to participate in what she sees as genocide, but as we've established, what consequences exist? the ones Rhys feels right in front of his face)

Azriel, Elain, and Lucien run.

Of course, if both Feyre's sisters are capable of betraying her, of course, both of Rhysand's brothers would as well. They are one in the same, aren't they? Marked by destiny, by fate for this hard and terrible work- of course it hurts. Of course- but Rhysand will stop it from hurting Feyre any more.

There's one force in the world that can stand in truth against Illyria. The Darkbringers- their ancestral, ancient conquers.

(Yes, I do think Rhys knows the shitty, shitty history of his court! He just doesn't care! He didn't do it. He's different. He's in Velaris with the common people. He has wings. He's not his father.)

(He is, in fact, far worse)

When he thinks of it, it seems perfect. Illyria will be destroyed- a loss, but a safe one. Keir, will, almost certainly, also be destroyed or at least critically weakened.

Rhysand will stand alone, the man who was willing to do anything for peace. He will rule over an emptied playing field, secure in a world where Feyre is safe.

The Hewn City empties, the armies march- Rhysand holds tight Feyre's hand, says nothing about the fact that nothing, nothing, will stop Keir from killing anyone in front of him when battle starts, and reaches once more for Cassian's mind.

His brother, his friend, his loyal right hand- he begs him to come back. To come home. That they can put down this rebellion and in his love for Cassian everything can go back to how it is meant to be, all of them together.

It does not occur to him to address the hundreds dead. The system he was complicit in and responsible for that ground a culture to dust and ash- what matters is brother against brother should never have turned, and Rhys, in his kindness, will offer Cassian this last chance for honor.

Rhys doesn't want Cassian to die- he wants Cassian by his side- but he will drown the world in blood before he'll lose his crown and hope and Feyre.

And when Cassian dies, falling to the earth in Rhysand's arms, Rhys thinks of penance.

A circle closed.

But of course- Cassian wakes. Death is not done with her right hand anymore than the contract between Lordship and land in immutable. Cassian brought the magic back, brought Illyria back.

Rhys is fighting for something personal- Cassian is fighting for a whole world and future, with everything in himself.

When the new border is drawn, Rhys doesn't despair- sure he's shaking, he's covered in Cassian's blood, his twelve thousand year old walls are smoking and the whole world smells like fucking Nesta Archeron- he's been the victim of curses before.

He won't let it keep him down. He'll be fine. He has Feyre, they're safe. Illyria is going to implode- and maybe, maybe, he'll save some of those that remain when the violence is too much, when they need a real High Lord.

They'll come home. Just like Feyre's sisters will. Rhysand's brothers. They fought for peace and Velaris has it- it is their home.

It's what they fought for, the happy ending, and it's all worth it.

It has to be worth it.

#Rhys is deadset a huge narcissist #and in the middle of a breakdown the entirety of daylight #he's SO HURT #But's turning all that hurt into anger #and an even stricter paranoia #its all catching up to him #everything from imperialism #to the shitty way he treated his friends #to the Winter Massacre that yes was absolutely him #this is more of a Shoreless Concept but all of feysand can be summed up #by Feyre making teary BUT WE'RE FAMILY demands and Rhys immediately committing a literal warcrime #and like #I do think Rhys hates himself too #but for wildly the wrong reasons #and never more or in a real way that overcomes how much he thinks everything he does is right #Cassian's death was a cost to them #as Nesta tells Feyre: what's done cannot be undone. Rhys chose wrong #the truly bonkers Rhys thing in canon #will always be that he's both represented as Most Powerful Ever #and the wrongly ignored underdog #when in fact he throws around power constantly for petty shitty reasons

39 notes · View notes

fuchsiagrasshopper · 3 years

Text

Contending the Flame XI

Author’s note: This chapter kept going on for a while so I had to cut it off somewhere which means next chapter will have Hvitserk and Ivar in Vestfold. This chapter progresses readers part a lot though and I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I’ve also reached 200 followers so I’m considering making a writing challenge for fun. Thanks to all of you who have made this happen!

Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 2716

Warnings: The usual

After many days and nights at the open water, you came to land by notice of a raven. The birds were intelligent creatures and held a deeper context in their religion. You were beginning to feel the early traces of curiosity rearing. When the longboat had slipped into silent spells, you would try to listen to pieces of conversations and make sense of the strange fables and gods. By the time you were passing into the fjord, you were struck with the guilt that a day had passed and you had forgotten to pray to God.

The sight of the foreign city had you leaping up and hanging over the ledge of the boat to catch a better glimpse. The idea of different lands always seemed so fantastical to the point of myth, yet here you were pulling into a dock. It was a dark and cold place, besieged by tall cliffs of iron rock. The sun was already low, and it wasn't even midday yet.

For all of its murky preface, you still couldn't shake your excitement at arriving in Kattegat. It appeared you were the only one wearing a smile. The rest of your shipmates were stricken with sullen faces, and Ubbe was addressing the warriors.

"Lagertha's watch will already know we're here, so be prepared for questioning when we tie-up," He said. "Remember, we aren't here to start a war, or to win back Kattegat. We're looking for answers about the spy sent into our army."

"But Lagertha is your enemy," One of the men piped up. "Aren't you going to fight her regardless of that matter?"

Ubbe appeared frustrated. "Only when all of the sons of Ragnar have come to an agreement will we fight."

There was more chatter and bickering in hushed whispers as Ubbe tried to reign in the rabble. You watched on, wanting to help the eldest brother, but you knew your powerlessness. Audhild was beside you observing as well, and she made a harsh noise in her throat that resembled a laugh.

"Ubbe doesn't care to avenge his mother," She said offhandedly.

You paused a moment, not knowing if she wanted you to answer or if it was just her way of airing her outrage. "What do you mean?"

"Lagertha was the one who murdered Queen Aslaug. Some say to win back Kattegat, while others would have you believe it was revenge on her luring Ragnar away."

Ivar had spoken briefly about his mother, but you weren't aware of the entire history until this moment. "And what do you believe?"

"I believe Aslaug wanted to die and bewitched Lagertha into being the one to do it. She was a sad woman, made empty by the disappointing King Ragnar. There's no question that Lagertha is the better Queen, but reasoning won't reach slighted loved ones. Ivar will never allow Lagertha peace."

You looked into the healer's eyes and saw the truth of what she spoke. It was tragic. "How will you Northmen ever triumph over the Saxons, when you're too busy killing each other?"

Audhild barked out a brisk chuckle. "Smarter leaders than you or I have said much the same, yet here we are plotting to steal back Kattegat while Harald Finehair plans to launch an assault to win him rule over all of Norway. These are bold choices, and actions worthy of Valhalla. There's much you don't understand, nun."

"I wish I did," You murmured, feeling foolish.

Audhild studied you and seemed to determine you were genuine. "Perhaps you will, now that you're here. I don't think you'll see England again."

The mention of that didn't alarm you as much as it should have. You felt a pang of sadness, but not for the loss of England. That place had never felt like home. Nowhere ever had, and that was the root of your melancholy. You didn't have a place to belong, just a series of unfamiliar destinations had come and gone.

As the ship slowly coasted up to the wharf, there weren't many onlookers, and you chalked that up to being that these people witnessed boats coming and going at all times. One ship wasn't enough to warrant too much attention. If anyone took a second glance, it was because of Ubbe. Those sons of Ragnar drew attention wherever they went, and it must have been unusual for him to be seen without the others present.

When the boat docked, the crew immediately leapt to unloading the few provisions that had been packed aboard. You kept close to Audhild, unsure where your usefulness lied. You wanted to go and have a gander at the city, but you knew you couldn't just spring out on your own.

"Ólaug," Ubbe called, and your head snapped up at attention. "I want you to remain with Audhild for now. I'll likely be called to meet with Lagertha. I can see some of her shieldmaidens have been sent to treat with us."

You stared over his shoulder to the three women approaching. They were dressed in boiled leather and metal and armed with swords and bows, not unlike the maidens you had seen serving in the army.

"Ólaug? Did Ivar tell you to call me that?"

Ubbe flustered as if it had escaped him unnoticed that little slip-up. "He might have mentioned it, and I don't know your real name."

You sighed, but more from contentment than anger. The name had stuck, and it was something else to remind you about Ivar. "It's alright. I will try to keep out of trouble to make things easier for you."

"Good," He nodded in relief.

Ubbe was the first to hoist his way onto the dock, and you followed close behind him with Audhild and a group of warriors. By then the three shieldmaidens had made their way down to the water, and a golden blonde with intense eyes ringed in kohl stepped forward.

"You're missing something, Ubbe," She started, gathering a look at the rest of his party. "Where are your brothers?"

"Not missing, just separated. What I thought was best for the army no longer aligned with where Ivar and Hvitserk wanted to take it."

The warrior woman appeared unconvinced. "So you thought you'd return here, after threatening to overthrow Lagertha with Ivar the last time."

You tried to contain your surprise at that. Apparently, the feud between the sons and this Lagertha ran deeper than you could comprehend.

"I wished to return home, and to my wife. The ones who came with me sought the same," Ubbe explained. "Please, Torvi. I will give my share of the raids to Lagertha if that's what she wants, but I did not come here for title or glory."

The woman, Torvi, pondered over his words. "I would be less inclined to believe you if Ivar were present, but our scouts reported that you were the only ship to cross the fjord. Perhaps I can have Lagertha grant you a private meeting, but just with you, not even Margrethe would attend."

"I accept that," He agreed. "Do we have permission to disembark? My crew are tired and thirsty."

Torvi took another glance at all of you, and you found it difficult to meet her eyes when they fell upon you.

"You may, and have all of your gold brought to the Queen."

That was where the negotiations ended at least for the time being. You didn't know what task had been entrusted to Ubbe by Ivar, and you thought it better if you didn't know. Torvi led her two companions away back through the streets of Kattegat, and all while Ubbe watched her depart.

"I'm sure others are watching," He commented. "Don't mention Ivar or Hvitserk while out in public."

There was a collective agreement that reverberated from the group, and Audhild took a step forward.

"If Torvi is here, does that mean Bjorn is still in Kattegat?"

Ubbe shook his head. "I'm sure he made for the Mediterranean as he wanted to. Besides, even before we made for England, there were whispers of their marriage failing. Torvi serves his mother now."

As more names were idly tossed in the air, you began to grow more confused and out of place. The Northmen had as many struggles in their leadership as the Saxons, and you wondered if there was a place in this world that wasn't rife with betrayal.

"Come, Ólaug," Audhild's voice broke through your internal fretting. "There's something I must tell you, and it shouldn't be done with so many eyes around."

You frowned in confusion, but when you looked to Ubbe he gave Audhild a swift nod of dismissal. Whatever it was regarding, he knew about it.

You departed the dock, leaving the others to unload the heavy boxes of gold and treasures. Some of it you knew was from the ransacked church in York, but it didn't bother you to see it brought back into foreign lands. What Ivar had said before about the church hoarding wealth was true. Better it to be distributed among this trading post than in the hands of old men who preached righteousness but committed avarice.

You had been anticipating with some excitement to walk through the market stalls of Kattegat, but Audhild was not leading you to the city. She was headed in the direction of a path through the woods, and you weren't sure if you should feel nervous. The sounds of the crowd were growing distant, and you wondered if you should be preparing to run. Audhild may have been a healer, but she was thick in the shoulders and could still likely beat you in a fight.

"Where are we going?" You asked, and your voice shook.

Audhild tossed a glance your way and let out a laugh. "Don't look so nervous, Christian. Do you think I'd kill you now when I could have disposed of you all those times we worked alone back in York?"

It sounded silly out loud, and you ran a hand through your growing hair. "Sorry, I guess the forest made me nervous."

"You are paranoid, but I suppose it's better to be cautious. I would hold onto those instincts if I were you," She said while stepping over brush and deadfall. "And we're headed to my home. Ubbe and I agreed it would be better to keep you out of Kattegat until you've adjusted more. Some might not take to another Christian among us, not after Athelstan."

That was Ragnar's monk friend. Ivar had only mentioned him in passing, and it seemed he was not held in high regard. You supposed if the situation were reversed, and it was a heathen among Saxons, they would feel much the same.

Audhild continued to lead you along this long and difficult path, and the more the forest twisted, the less certain you were of your wayfinding skills. If you had to find the docks again, you didn't think you'd be able to. The dense trees provided decent shelter from the winds, however, and you had lost the prickly feeling on your skin that came from the cold.

"It's not much further now. I don't think I'll have much in the way of food, but I can provide drink and get a fire going," said Audhild.

You were used to going long bouts without a meal, but the fire sounded like heaven. Sleeping on a boat in constant motion wasn't the same as a bed or even a solid floor, and your aching back would welcome either.

The trees were beginning to thin until you found yourself in a small clearing in the woods. The ground was sun-dappled and leaf-covered, and a small house sat vacant in the center. You let out a small gasp, unable to describe what you were feeling at the sight of it.

"I know it isn't much, but it's all I've ever needed. I have no children, and I left for raids more than I was here."

"I think it's wonderful," You admitted. "But I've never had my own home before, and I gave up the need for one when I joined the abbey."

"Strange custom. What's a woman without a home?"

Had you not been a nun, it was likely you would not have had your own property anyway. It would have belonged to the man you would have chosen as a husband. You didn't bother to mention that to Audhild though. She was already looking at you as if you were the most peculiar creature.

"Can we go inside?" You asked, a sudden longing to be sheltered.

"In a moment," Audhild replied while holding you back. "I want to finish what I have to tell you now. Ivar wanted me to do this when we reached Kattegat and not a moment earlier."

At the mention of Ivar, your heart fluttered in both anticipation and concern. "What did he want you to do?"

Audhild took your hands, and she let the gruff expression on her face ease. "You are now made a free woman."

You blinked. If it wasn't for her strong grip on your hands, you were certain your arms would have fallen limp at your sides like dead meat on hooks. The words held much meaning, and you were afraid for whatever came next. You would have to fight the fear if you wanted to be seen as anything more than a coward. "I'm no longer a slave?"

"Yes, you stupid girl," Audhild said, letting go of you before you caught on to how soft she could be. "To be free amongst us gives you certain privileges and ensures you should be kept safer."

You didn't know what privileges she was speaking of, but the bit about being safe put you into a state of ease. "Why did he not free me himself before sending me here?"

"Can you not think of the reason?"

Shame perhaps? No, you banished the thought. Ivar was nothing if not prideful and likely would have wanted to free you himself if he could. You forced yourself to think of the circumstances of why he sent you away to be free, and then…

"If he freed me in York, I could have refused to come here," You spoke aloud and Audhild gave a resounding nod. "He thought I would refuse to stay with him."

"I'm not well acquainted with the Prince, but everyone in Kattegat knows of how he has been abandoned and lost those he cares for. I guess he wouldn't risk the same of you."

You felt guilty, but you didn't know why. As for whether or not you would have chosen to come to Kattegat yourself, you knew in your heart your answer. When you met Ivar again, you would have to make him understand how you felt. You wished he was beside you again, but you knew he had something more important to deal with and you refused to be a burden.

"What do I do now?"

"You come inside to warm up," Audhild said as she started for the door of her home. "And afterwards, we'll have to make sure you start to behave like a proper free woman because for the moment you look as lost as a fish on dry land."

You wanted to be insulted, but you knew the healer was right. You were far from home, and with a tenuous grasp of the language. What did it mean to be free, and among such strange folk as these Northmen whose religion you didn't fully understand?

You gathered the skirts of your slave frock and hurried after her. Perhaps to start you could buy new clothes. You also had not a coin to your name, and though you were capable with a needle and thread you couldn't make an entire new wardrobe with such paltry efforts. It seemed you would have to rely on the kindness of strangers for the time being, though the thought of that felt like charity. You would do what you could to assist Audhild in place of proper payment. She was calling for you again, for Ólaug. Only this time you didn’t spurn from the name, you ran towards it and the new freedom that Ivar the Boneless had gifted to you.

Taglist

@pomegranates-and-blood

@siren-queen03

@peachyboneless

@didiintheblog

@soleil-dor

@zuxiezendler

@pieces-by-me

@xbellaxcarolinax

@heavenly1927

@everyartistwas-firstanamateur

@youbloodymadgenius

@xceafh

@strangunddurm

@shannygoatgruff

@1950schick

@tgrrose

@castielsangelsx

@rose1729

@ladynightshade30

@mlchael-guerin

@dangerouspsychicgardenflower

@ritual-unions-gotme

@readsalot73

@lonewolf471

@poisonous00

@alytavzla

@crazybunnyladysworld

@midnightmystic

#ivar x reader #ivar x you #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #history vikings #vikings #vikings ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar x y/n

88 notes · View notes

knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

Text

A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER II.

❚❙ WORDS: about 1.1k

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl .

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @sophie-writes @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @bethii1. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

Finishing your day at Molly's is starting to become a habit, sharing some beers with your friends from the police and fire departments, talking about random moments that happened through your shifts working. Much to your regret, you haven't attended to the cop you helped yesterday, being Will the one who has taken care of the revision. And you're not going to lie saying that you haven't been a thousand times about to ask him if that man has commented anything about you, but maybe it would be a blunder. You don't know his name, nor which is his District, and even if you are Antonio's friend, you're not sure if it's a good idea.

The curiosity is killing you, drinking the second shot of tequila of your night, while pretending you are paying attention to the talk between Casey, Severide, Brett, and Cruz, just nodding and smiling once in a while. When the first yawn opens your mouth, you know you have found the perfect excuse to leave. Maybe you could come back to the hospital and try to figure out something about the mysterious man, who sent you flowers. No one does that only because they're thankful for doing your job, and the idea that he knew where you live has been dancing in your head since then.

“Gotta go, guys. I'm shattered”. You hum then, taking the last sip from your beer after leaning close to Matt and place a kiss on his cheek.

“You sure?” He asks frowning, showing you he's not very convinced.

“Yep, no worries. I will walk back home, it's just five minutes”.

“Alright… Hit me up when you arrive”.

“I will”. You reply with a soft grin on your lips, while high-fiving your friends.

Wearing your jacket and grabbing your bag, you wave a hand before leaving the bar a couple of seconds after. The cold of Chicago's nights wraps you as soon as you step outside, putting on the long scarf around your neck and covering slightly your mouth, taking the next corner at the right towards the main avenue. As always, your gaze gets lost traveling all-around your view field, studying every window from every building you walk by; being a good distraction to not think about how far is it to your house.

A notification dinging your phone pushes you back to reality, stopping your legs and grabbing it from a pocket of your jacket. A message from an unknown number. Inevitably, a huge smile curves up your mouth as you unlock it. Biting the center of your bottom lip, while reading the ‘it's too cold to walk’, you can't help but turn around over your feet to focus your eyes over a black Escalade parking on your side of the street. The window downs, revealing your almost secret admirer smirking charmingly at you.

“Need an uber, sweetheart?”

Keeping your phone back in the pocket and taking some steps closer to the car, you shake your head giggling. You weren't expecting it, but it's a nice surprise.

“I don't do bad boys”.

“Huh… And what about…?” You can watch him grabbing something from the belt of his jeans. A Chicago police badge.

“Am I under arrest?”

“If you don't let me drive you home, I will handcuff you delighted”.

“Bet you'd enjoy pretty much…” Squinting at him, you obey at the signal of his head to direct your steps straight to the copilot seat.

Once the belt is secured around your chest and waist, the man joins the empty road in silence. You know you don't need to tell him your address, and you don't even feel curious anymore. You were right he's a cop, he has unlimited resources. You wouldn't mind knowing what he has investigated about you, having too much interest to take you to your house. But soon you discover he may not be a man of words since the road has been in holy silence, looking sideways towards you a couple of times, maybe to be sure you were good.

Arriving in your neighborhood, you unlock the seat belt as he parks his car in front of the building you live in, turning off the noisy engine.

“I… appreciate it”. You whisper puckering your lips. “Thank you, ahm…”

“Voight. Hank Voight”. You notice his tone of voice failing for a brief, brief moment the first time he utters his last name.

“Thank you, Hank Voight”. You nod satisfied by finally knowing his name.

“Got to tell you something, before you leave. I don't do this usually”.

“Do what? Pick up a nurse in the middle of the night?”

Licking his teeth as he places the arm, which should have on a sling, over the wheel, he turns a little to your position.

“Talk about my past”. He just replies, making a short pause after his words. “I had a brush with Casey because of my son when I was running the Gang Unit of Chicago. I went to jail for a year for threatening him and his fiancé. I don't feel proud. We ain't friends now, but we ain't enemies either. Just wanted you to know it”.

The confession takes you by surprise. Matt hasn't talked to you about it before, so maybe he's right and it doesn't have much importance now. But even so, you aren't comfortable about it right now and he feels it. The click of his tongue pushes you out of your thoughts, while the gesture on your face switches suddenly. Hank likes you a little, you aren't going to deny it, but that fact changes everything you were thinking about before he picked you up.

Not sure of what to say, not being able to look at the man next to you, the only thing you do is open the door and step out of it in silence. It's not like you have imagined a life with him, but maybe some dates or something. That guy caught you since the first moment you walked into Will's office, but he wasn't wrong when he told you he isn't a good boy. Looking for your keys inside your bag, you're tempted to turn around and try to understand why he did what he did, but Matt is everything you have in this city; he's more than your housemate. He's your best friend, your ‘brother from another mother’.

Coming inside the building, you hear Hank's car starting to leave after making sure that you're safe. Once in the lift, you text Matt to let him know you are back at home.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #one chicago #hank voight #hank voight imagine #hank voight x reader

85 notes · View notes

tf2-hellhole · 4 years

Text

What are the mercs most insecure about, and how would they react to their S/O comforting them about their insecurities?

This is structured a very specific way. The first one or two bullet points describe what the mere is insecure about, and the rest is like a rough-draftish mini story about their S/O comforting them. Some are shorter because I don’t think all the mercs get self-conscious, so I tried to write what I could for them. Also featuring this dumbass headcanon I have about Spy’s appearance :-)

Scout:

Scout has a lot of insecurities about his appearance that culminate in a general anxiety about other people disliking him or not thinking he’s cool. He always wants everyone to think he’s the best, and feels like shit when they don’t. Because of that, a lot of RED and BLU’s insults hit him pretty hard, but he tries to hide this from people.

After noticing this, his S/O sat him down and tried to talk to him about it. They told him about how worried they were about him and his self-esteem. He sat back nonchalantly and denied what they were saying, trying to keep his cool in front of them. But this defensive wall he put up fell apart when his S/O started describing all of his accomplishments and all the things they love about him.

“You really mean all of that?” he asked, his eyes wide.

When his S/O assured him that yes, they do think he’s handsome and athletic and talented and millions of other great things, his eyes quickly welled up with tears and he pulled them into a tight hug, sniffling loudly.

Turns out he’d really been in need of some genuine kind words, and hearing them from one of his most favorite people in the world made him feel a lot better. From then on, his S/O made sure to tell him he did well in a match or his outfit looked great when he looked like he needed it. He started getting them treats and making them little drawings as a thanks for the emotional support.

Soldier:

Soldier doesn’t really have any insecurities. I really do think that he doesn’t give a shit about what others think of him, he just wants to chew bubblegum and kick ass

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate encouragement and compliments from his S/O

He always grins and yells “THANKS, HONEY,” after every compliment.

Pyro:

Pyro usually isn’t insecure, but like a small child, they feel really bad when others ignore them. That usually makes them think the person doesn’t like them anymore.

But they bounced back really quickly when their S/O told them they were just being mean, and it’s not personal. Pyro’s never been one to sulk.

They giggled happily and threw their arms around their S/O, grateful for the comfort.

Demo:

Demo, like Scout, is also a man with a lot of insecurities he seems to try to bury. His mother’s constant beratement has convinced him that he’s a burden to her and that he’s not the best at his job. He knows he’s good, but he thinks he’ll never be “DeGroot good”. He knows his family’s standards are too high but he still feels like shit about not living up to his mother’s expectations. He’s also very insecure about his one eye, and wishes he had both even though his mother is angry he hasn’t lost his other one yet. He also seems to be insecure about his race, as seen in Meet the Demoman. He describes himself as a “black Scottish cyclops”, as if being black and Scottish is a bad thing. Maybe he feels like he doesn’t really belong in either culture, or maybe his color has given him horrible experiences back home, I’m not really sure. So yeah, this man has a LOT of problems that he tends to hide under a confident exterior and drown in alcohol.

Demo gets really emotional when he drinks and cries a lot, so his S/O learned quickly to just take him to bed and get him water when they heard his sobs. But when they approached him this time, they saw that he had barely touched the bottle on the table.

They sat down with him and asked him what was wrong, and he proceeded to vent for about five minutes straight. He had just been on the phone with his mother, and she had been particularly rude about what a disappointment he is. He finished with “And the worst part is, she’s right. I’m a bloody failure,” and buried his head in his palms with a shaky sigh.

His S/O frowned and insisted that his mom doesn’t know what he’s talking about. They brought him into a tight hug and said that everything she said was wrong; He is a very talented, intelligent, wonderful person, and he shouldn’t hold himself to his family’s standards. He wrapped his arms around them and continued to cry into their shoulder.

It’s gonna take a lot of work to help Demo get over these thoughts, but those words did make him feel a lot better.

Heavy:

Heavy often feels insecure about his size and weight, even though he honestly isn’t fat, he just has a thick build and is extremely beefy. Despite this, the other team’s insults often make him still feel insecure. He would often find himself standing in front of the mirror in private and frowning at his reflection.

For a while, he had kept quiet about these thoughts. But one day, he realized that keeping them to himself was probably bad for him and decided to address the issue and talk to his S/O about it. He thought that maybe they and Medic could help him lose weight.

His S/O was horrified by the way he talked about his body. They immediately dragged him down into a hug to tell him that he’s not fat at all.

Heavy was very surprised by these compliments and the sincerity of them. But once the shock was gone, all he could do was laugh softly and wrap his arms around his partner.

He still decided to start eating healthier, but would think about what his S/O said often and no longer frowned when he saw his reflection. His S/O noticed that after this, they got more hugs and forehead kisses from their partner.

Engie:

Engie tends to feel a little insecure about his height and weight. The enemy Scout likes to call him all sorts of names. He usually doesn’t react to this with more than a grumble, but it actually really gets under his skin, much more than people would expect. His parents raised him to be polite, and even though he throws around a couple of mild insults here and there, some of the vicious things that are said to him and to the others shock him. He also has a tendency to keep his insecurities to himself because his father, who he idolized, would often tell him that he’s busy when Engie would try to tell him what he thinks and how he’s feeling.

So one day, his S/O noticed he looked a little distressed as he stared down at his blueprints. They asked him why he seemed so upset. He looked up, sighed, and turned to them to tell them how he was feeling.

As soon as he finished, he apologized for telling his S/O all that, he didn’t mean to burden him with his thoughts. His S/O pulled him close and said that he shouldn’t feel like he had to keep his feelings to himself, and that they would always be there for him. They then assured him that he’s not that short and that he’s perfectly healthy.

Engie turned bright red at his S/O’s words and laughed weakly into their shoulder. “What would I do without ya, darlin’?” he whispered.

His partner noticed that for the next few days, he had a little pep in his step and was more helpful to them and the other mercs. He felt a little more confident after realizing that he doesn’t need to hold his problems in anymore, because his S/O would always be there to listen to him when he’s feeling down.

Sniper:

Sniper, like Scout and Demo, has a lot of insecurities. As a child, he was always bullied for being a weakling and being too skinny. So now, he feels self-conscious about his height and lanky limbs and he always thinks that people are looking at him negatively. And due to the rough, tragedy-filled life he’s lived, he has a lot of anxiety about the people he cares about leaving his life. It makes him feel more insecure about how others see him.

These feelings had recently been bothering him more than usual when he found himself cuddling close to his S/O in his camper, his limbs wrapped around them and his face against their neck. He found himself clinging to them more tightly as they ran their fingers through his hair and down his neck and back.

They asked him if he was okay, though he didn’t respond. They could tell he wasn’t going to tell them what was wrong, so they reminded him that they love him and they’ll always be there for him, even if he doesn’t want to say what’s wrong.

He muttered an “Oi love ya,” in response. They smiled and leaned down to press kisses to his forehead.

They noticed in the next few days that he smiled and talked a bit more than usual, and spent more time around them.

Medic:

Medic doesn’t get self-conscious very often, but sometimes he feels a little down if one of his experiments fails. He’ll usually sulk around the lab with his birds all over him, too upset to heal anyone or do any work.

His S/O came into the lab and picked up Archimedes, who was perched on top of his head, and asked him if he was okay. He proceeded to loudly complain about his experiment not working.

His S/O laughed at the angered ramblings of this man covered in birds and told him that these things take time and lots of trial and error. They knew Medic knew this more than anyone, but maybe hearing someone he loves saying it out loud would help him gain motivation.

Medic only sighed, pulled his partner into his lap, and muttered a “Thank you”. He smiled when he heard them laugh as some of the birds hopped onto their shoulders and arms.

He finally corrected the experiment that night while chatting with his partner.

Spy:

Spy is only insecure about two things, his laugh and his face. His snort is a little embarrassing for him, but he’s learned to brush off the insults his teammates give him. The thing that really bothers him is his scars. He would never admit it, but when he was young, his performance as a spy was sloppy. He ended up in a lot of melee fights that resulted in scars across his nose, left cheek, and neck that he hates. The scars didn’t deform or disfigure his face, as they were all light cuts, but he hates the pale lines criss-crossing his skin. Only Medic knows, when Spy asked if he could fix them with some kind of medigun modification, but they were too old for Medic to fix.

So obviously, Spy was terrified when his S/O asked to see his face. He quickly turned them down, and they asked why. “You won’t like what you see,” he replied.

They tell him that whatever is under the mask, they will still love him more than anything. He looked down at them and only saw sincerity in their eyes.

With shaking hands, he pulled the mask off his face and waited for the gasp, but it never came. “All that fuss for those?” they giggled before pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose.

Tears of surprise and relief sprung in his eyes and he sighed happily. He felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his partner and kissed them passionately, relieved they didn’t mind the scars.

Spy spent the rest of the week pampering his partner and ensuring they would never be unhappy again.

#tf2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanon #scout tf2 #soldier tf2 #pyro tf2 #demoman tf2 #heavy tf2 #engineer tf2 #sniper tf2 #medic tf2 #spy tf2

259 notes · View notes

joontopia · 4 years

Text

No Room For Love - ksj | Chapter 1

pairings: jin x reader; jimin x oc

genre: ceo!au, business!au, enemies to lovers contains angst, fluff, & smut

warnings: nsfw, death of a minor character, language, little bit of angst, eventual smut, minor violence

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, talks of death/character dying

a/n: IT’s FINALLY HERE. I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. After work getting crazier due to the pandemic, a lot of personal life interruptions, and a last minute change in parts of the plot and minor character details, it’s here! Shout out to my best friend and twin flame for being the best beta reader and fixing all of my mistakes (even if you poke fun at me for it, i still love you). I hope y’all enjoy it and thank you so much for being patient with me.

summary: You never belonged in this lifestyle. Never fit in with the high class society of the rich and famous. Being the illegitimate daughter of a famous CEO, you were always seen as an embarrassment. As dirty blood. But when your half brother, Jimin, decides to give up his inheritance to follow his dream as an Idol, you finally get the chance to prove yourself.

Burdened with the responsibility of protecting the family name and saving your father’s business, now is not the time for any distractions. But one night and one lapse in judgment lands you in the arms of rich party boy, Kim Seokjin. He’s reckless. He’s annoying. He’s absolutely gorgeous. And he’s definitely not the man your father has arranged for you to marry.

You can’t shake him or the feelings that come along. But soon you learn that there’s no room for love in a society that never loved you.

It’s odd, the things you remember when you’re watching someone die. Little memories that you long forgotten about start to resurface in your mind.

Like the tiny, two bedroom apartment you used to live in with your mom until you were thirteen. The walls you always remembered as a dull grey now shine in your mind as a bright sky blue. You’re sitting in the living room, dressed in a second hand princess costume. A handmade paper crown lies on the coffee table patiently waiting to be decorated with the mismatched gemstones that were spread around it. You’re smiling, drawing bright red hearts on the yellow construction paper. You can still remember the smell of the chocolate cupcakes your mom was baking in the kitchen for your sixth birthday. A hint of strawberry in the air from the homemade strawberry icing your mom was currently mixing on the counter, smiling every time she looked up to check on you. You felt your mouth start to water, remembering the taste of your birthday cupcakes. How every year, your mother would allow you one guess at her secret ingredient for her icing. You never were able to figure it out, and now you will never get the chance.

That little apartment was always a place you had associated with embarrassment and sadness. This single, happy memory of your childhood home making you tear up in your mother’s hospital room, riddled with guilt. You wished you would have appreciated her more. Instead, you spent the majority of your teenage years blaming her for everything that was wrong in your life growing up. How you grew up known as the bastard daughter of one of the wealthiest men in South Korea. The product of an affair between your mom and the CEO of Park Properties, Park Ji-woon.

You hear a few light knocks coming from the doorway, ripping you from your subconscious back into the present. Turning to look at the unexpected visitor, you feel a blanket of comfort fall over you as your eyes fall on the boy leaning on the door frame. His light pink hair was hidden under a black hat and half his face was covered by a black mask, but the way his eyes turned into crescents from his smile was all you needed to see to know who it was.

“Jimin.” You jump up from your chair by your mother’s bedside and run over to your half-brother, throwing your arms around him in a hug.

“Hey, Peaches.” You smiled at the childhood nickname Jimin gave you when you were both kids. He rubbed your back in comfort before breaking the hug, moving his hands down your arms to hold yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I jumped on a flight as soon as I heard.”

You look up at your brother with a small smile. “You didn’t have to come, Jiminie. I would’ve understood. You’re in the middle of a tour!”

“This is more important,” He says as he smiles back at you. Jimin was in the middle of a world tour with his four member idol group, Chaotic. He should be halfway across the world right now, performing half a dozen shows along the North American West coast. Instead, he is here at the bedside of his half sister’s dying mother, the woman who nearly ruined his family’s reputation. The media would have a field day.

Jimin looks over at your mother, his smile dropping as he takes in the ventilator she’s hooked up to. The sound of it breathing for her mixed with the beeping of the machines echoed off the walls of the quiet room.

“How much longer do we have?” His hands let go of yours as he walks over to an empty chair by your mother’s bed, taking her hand in his as he sat down.

“I don’t know.” You follow him, pulling up your chair next to him and sit down. “Doctor says it can be any moment now. Tomorrow, next week, the next few hours. She was slowly showing little signs of improvement, but suddenly it just took a turn for the worst.” You feel your eyes start to water and take a deep breath through your nose, trying your best to fight them back. It was only you and Jimin in the room. He wouldn’t blame you for crying. Anyone would be expected to cry in this situation, but letting your tears fall right now would just make this whole situation all too real. You weren’t ready to believe that your mother could be gone any day now.

“She’s always been a fighter, hasn’t she?” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper as his thumb rubbed the back of her hand.

“Yeah… She has.” You both sat there in silence for the next half hour. A few sniffles escape from Jimin, the bill of his black hat covering his eyes, making it hard for you to see if he’s crying. You hear another soft knock by the door, both of you turning to see one of the hospital nurses leaning into the room with a soft, close lipped smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, but visiting hours are almost over.”

You give her a small nod, returning the smile while telling her thank you before she disappears out of view. You hear shuffling next to you and turn to see Jimin standing up from his seat, smoothing out any wrinkles in his all black attire.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks you as you stand up from your chair, following him to the doorway.

“No, I was just gonna grab something on the way home.”

“Come out with me and Ashley tonight. Tae came home too so you don’t have to worry about third wheeling.”

You stopped in the doorway. Jimin turned to look back at you, catching the look of surprise on your face.

“Taehyung’s here, too?” You were surprised to hear he was back. Taehyung was your highschool sweetheart and Jimin’s best friend. Your relationship was short lived, ending on his terms, shortly after him and Jimin debuted together as Idols. You’ve only exchanged a handful of words to each other in the two years since then. It’s safe to say spending any prolonged amount of time with him was not on the top of your to-do list.

Jimin gives you a soft smile, the look of confusion and surprise not lost on him. “He’s worried about you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he still cares about you, Y/N.”

You let out a sigh, turning your head to give one more look into your mom’s hospital room. Turning back towards Jimin, you walk towards him, following him down the hallway to the elevators. You were still surprised Taehyung flew all the way back from their tour in support of you. You sneak a glance at Jimin, starting to feel a little guilty that they both flew all this way for you. The least you could do was go to dinner with them.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you finally answer him.

He turns to look at you, eyes shining bright under the bill of his hat as he smiles at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him. “One night out in a while may be good for me.”

Dinner went by in a blur. Your best friend Ashley secured a private room at a popular BBQ restaurant for the four of you. Perks of being the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Seoul. Being the known girlfriend of the beloved Park Jimin helped, too. After an awkward, half-assed hug and an exchange of small talk with Taehyung, you spent most of the dinner avoiding eye contact with him. Ashley, sensing your discomfort, was doing her best keeping the boys talking about stories from their tour. It wasn’t long until a bottle of soju was ordered for the table. With everyone taking shots, it didn’t take long for you to start to feel more relaxed and enjoy yourself, laughing at Jimin’s recount of how Tae accidentally broke into the wrong hotel room while drunk.

“He was just lucky it was our manager’s room,” Jimin laughed while Tae was shaking his head in his hand.

“Oh, poor Taehyungie. We just can’t take you anywhere, can we?” You said with a smile as you took another shot of soju.

Taehyung looked up at you with a brief look of surprise at you addressing him before turning his lips up into a smirk. He looked between you and Ashley, asking the two of you a question while pouring himself another shot. “So what have you girls been up to while we’ve been away?”

“Nothing as exciting as midnight skinny dips in hotel pools,” Ashley said with a huff as she rested her elbow on the table, head leaning on her hand. “Y/N-ssi has been kept busy with work. I’ve managed to get her to come out for dinner and drinks every now and then. She doesn’t like to come out and play as much as she used to.” Ashley looked at you with a pout.

“We’re not in university anymore, Ash.” You roll your eyes, smiling at your best friend as she stuck her tongue out at you. You and Ashley spent the better parts of your university days jumping from one party or club to another. A luxury you haven’t been able to indulge in as of late due to the increased involvement your father has been wanting you to have with his company. You hear Tae snicker across the table from you. You raise an eyebrow at him, not sure what exactly he was laughing at.

“We should go out tonight then,” Jimin said as he waved over the waitress, handing her his credit card to cover the dinner bill. Ashley squealed happily in response.

“Yes! There’s a new club I’ve been dying to go to! I can get us on the list.” Ashley grabbed her phone off the table, her fingers tapping away on the screen.

You nibbled on your bottom lip before speaking. “I don’t --” The words were barely out of your mouth when Taehyung cuts you off.

“What? Daddy’s little girl can’t come out and play again? I guess some things just never change.” You watch as Tae takes another shot of soju. You hated it when he called you a daddy’s girl. His tone of voice always puts such a negative connotation on it. You always knew your habit of doing what was expected of you bothered him. That very tendency of yours being one of the main reasons for your break-up. It was part of what fueled your partying back in university, feeling the need to prove him wrong. You try to tell yourself that you didn’t have anything to prove to him now, but you also didn’t want him to know his comment got under your skin.

“Let’s do it,” you say, standing up from your chair. Jimin and Tae looked at you in surprise as Ashley stood up with you.

“So awesome! Word hasn’t gotten out yet that you guys are back in town, so no one should suspect to see two Chaotic members out in Seoul. We might be able to go unnoticed by the media. Now come on, we can stop by my apartment to change before we go. I have the cutest outfit that you can wear.” Ashley grabbed your hand, leading you out of the restaurant. The boys following closely behind you. As you make it out to the street and towards Jimin’s car, you try your best to give yourself a mental pep talk.

“It’s just one night, Y/N… What could possibly happen?”

JIN POV

“Hey, Yoongi. Chanyeol just told me that two members of Chaotic have been added to the guest list tonight. Should we block off one of the VIP booths for them?” Namjoon walks into the office, plopping down on one of the chairs in front of Yoongi’s desk.

“Chaotic? Aren’t they halfway across the world right now?” Yoongi asks, feet propped up on his desk as he leans back in his office chair, scrolling through his phone. One of his hands absentmindedly fluffing his mint colored hair.

“Yeah, I think your boy got bamboozled, Joon.” Jin laughs, sitting up from his prone position on the office couch. Namjoon flashes his middle finger before running his hand through his light brown hair.

“Fuck off, dude. He says he’s friends with one of the member’s girlfriends. She texted him an hour ago saying it’s going to be her, 2 members, and some girl.”

“He always says he knows someone’s girlfriend or cousin or whatever. This is the last freebie he gets. Anyone else, he needs to run it by me first.” Yoongi states, eyes still glued to his phone. Namjoon hums in response, too preoccupied looking at his own phone to give a proper acknowledgement.

Jin looks at his own phone, checking the time. 10:47 PM. Yoongi’s club should be in full swing of operations by now, evident by the bass of the music vibrating the walls of the office. Jin stands from the couch, letting out a small huff of boredom. This was just another party, another night full of alcohol-fueled entertainment. Another night full of socialite girls with personalities as interesting as watching cement dry. He takes a look at his two best friends, his two partners in crime. Best friends since childhood that grew up to be known as the biggest Playboys in all of Seoul. The first few years since they all came of age were fun, but lately the fun seems to have run stale, at least for Jin. When Yoongi opened this club a month ago, Jin was hoping it would reignite the passion for partying. It did for a while, but it quickly became the same party just a different scene. He claps his hands together, taking a few steps towards the door.

“Well, shall we get the night started?” Jin turns to his friends, the club music becoming louder as he opens the door to the office. Yoongi and Namjoon stand from their chairs, walking past Jin and out the door.

“Good time as any,” Namjoon says while checking something on his phone. “Chanyeol says his friend is here with the Chaotic members. They’re making their way to one of the VIP booths now.”

“Moment of truth. This should be interesting.” Yoongi slaps Namjoon on the back, walking past him and down the short hall to the club. Jin follows behind them, closing the door. He lets a yawn pass his lips, stretching his arms out through it and placing his hands behind his head. As they make their way out towards the dance floor, the boys stop at the small landing that looks over the club. Namjoon points towards the VIP area, pointing out a guy with light pink hair with his arms around a girl.

“That’s got to be Park Jimin,” Namjoon shouts at Jin and Yoongi over the loud music of the club.

“Well, where’s the other one?” Yoongi shouts back. The three of you scan the dance floor looking for another one of the Chaotic members. After a few moments, Namjoon points towards the bar. “There! Pretty sure that’s Kim Taehyung. The girl next to him must be the other person that’s with him.”

Jin looks over towards the bar, his dark brown eyes widening as his eyes land on you. “Wow.” The word left his mouth without him even realizing. Namjoon turns to him and smirks.

“Don’t get too excited, Jinnie boy. That’s probably his girlfriend.” Namjoon punches Jin’s shoulder lightly, walking down the small set of stairs after Yoongi and making their way towards the VIP section. Jin kept his eyes on you. He took in the annoyed look on your face as Taehyung was talking to you. There’s no way you were his girlfriend. Not with that look of disinterest in whatever it was that Taehyung was saying to you. He continued to watch as you grabbed the drinks from the bartender, turning away from Taehyung while he was mid sentence and made your way up to the VIP area. “Even if you are his girlfriend, you’re obviously not happy with him right now,” Jin thought to himself. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll be mine by the end of the night.” Jin started down the stairs, following his friends to the VIP area, smiling to himself. Looks like it wasn’t going to be another boring night after all.

Holding the drinks you bought for you and Ashley, you make your way through the sea of dancers and back towards the VIP area. You’ve only been in the club for a total of 10 minutes and you already regret it, wishing you could leave now and curl up in the comfort of your own bed. The skin tight black bodycon dress and stilettos Ashley dressed you in; making you feel slightly uncomfortable and you weren’t quite drunk enough just yet for the short length not to bother you. Taehyung wasn’t helping your mood either. When he had offered to help carry drinks, you were hoping it would be an act of kindness performed in silence. Instead, you spent the entire time trying to tune out his backhanded apology.

“I’m sorry if what I said at dinner upset you, Y/N. You didn’t have to come out tonight to prove anything. I know fun like this isn’t really your scene.”

You scoff at the replay of his words in your head. Fun like this. What was he trying to say? You enjoyed plenty of fun like this when you were in university with Ashley. You couldn’t help but think that he would know that, if only he didn’t find you not worthy of his time to stick around back then. It’s not your fault he decided to show back up when you have to act like a grown up. You have a reputation to upkeep now. You already have so much working against you, being labeled as a constant party girl wouldn’t help.

You start up the stairs to the VIP area only to be stopped when you feel someone grab your elbow. You turn to look at the unwelcome interruption and find Taehyung glaring at you with an annoyed expression, holding two bottle beers in his free hand.

“What now, Tae?” You bite at him, not even trying to hide the annoyance in your voice or on your face.

“You can’t just walk away like that. It can be easy to lose you in this crowd. You need to be more careful.” Tae holds onto your elbow, only letting go when you jerk it out from his hand.

“I know how to navigate a club, Tae. Believe it or not, this isn’t my first time at one. I can look out for myself.” You turn back around and start back up the staircase. You hear Taehyung say something behind you, barely making out him say “Fucking brat” over the loud music. Whether he meant for you to hear it or not, you don’t care. You decide to ignore him, rolling your eyes and continuing on.

Once you make it up to the VIP area, you see JImin and Ashley sitting with three other guys, talking and laughing.You take in the three strangers, trying to figure out why they look so familiar. The low lighting of the club makes it hard to see them clearly from this short distance. You could tell they looked around your age, if not just a bit older. You see the guy next to Jimin throw his head back in laughter. His mint colored hair pushed slightly back with a headband and a gummy smile displaying across his face as he leaned his head back down. Next to him sat a taller man with light brown hair and horn rimmed glasses. He was laughing along too, listening to the other two boys in whatever conversation they were holding.

It was the third guy talking to Ashley that held your gaze longer than the other two. His profile alone was alluring. Your eyes travelled from his dark hair that fell into his eyes to the sharp cut of his jawline. From there your eyes moved to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he talked before taking in the wide set of his shoulders. You don’t realize you were fantasizing how it would feel like to run your mouth up and down his neck and shoulders until he looks in your direction. His eyes meet yours, smirking as if he knew what you were just doing, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, noticing how plump they were before taking in his full face. From this angle, his features seemed soft and boyish if it weren’t for the contrast of his jawline. God, he was gorgeous. Ashley follows his gaze to you, smiling as she jumps up to grab her drink and pull you towards the table.

“Oh, Y/N! Tae! Perfect timing! Come meet our new friends.” Ashley pulls you down into the seat next to her, right across from the wide shoulder Adonis. Tae took the seat next to you, passing Jimin’s beer to him across the table. Ashley grabs everyone’s attention, introducing everyone around the table starting with the mint haired boy.

“This is Min Yoongi. He’s the owner of this club. Next to him is Kim Namjoon. His dad owns one of the largest recording labels here in Seoul.” The two boys take their turns waving at you. You return a polite smile before Ashley moves your attention to the last newcomer, his lips turning up into another smirk once your eyes meet. You feel your eyes trail down his body, eyes glancing over the part of his chest peeking from his white V-neck before landing on the exposed skin of his thighs from the sinfully ripped jeans he was wearing. You start wondering how his body looks under his clothes before mentally slapping yourself, shooting your eyes back up to his. He lets out a small chuckle and you know he is completely aware that he’s been mentally undressed by you. To be fair, it probably happens to him all the time. Too busy ogling over your tablemate, you don’t notice the death glare Taehyung is shooting his way or the way Ashley looks between the two of you with a raised eyebrow before continuing her introduction.

“And this is Kim Seokjin. Guys, this is Kim Taehyung and, last but not least, my best friend and Jimin’s sister, Park Y/N.”

“Please, call me Jin,” he says, giving you a wink and you immediately feel heat rise to your cheeks as you smile. And then it dawns on you.

The drop of his name finally sparks recognition in you. Now you know why these three men look so familiar. You see their names and faces all over tabloids and socialite centric internet articles. Kim Seokjin and two partners in crime. The notorious, rich playboys of Seoul. Not necessarily bad news, but bad enough for you to mark him as off limits. He is definitely someone you shouldn’t be associated with. It’s too bad. He looks absolutely delicious. But like you said earlier, it’s just one night. One night couldn’t hurt much, right?

“Nice to meet you guys. It’s a nice club you have here.” You look towards Yoongi and lift your drink in the air towards him. A little toast before you take a sip, leaning back into your seat.

“Thank you.” he says, nodding his head in appreciation. “So what brings you guys out tonight? I thought you two would be in the middle of a world tour.” Yoongi points between Tae and Jimin before drinking from his own beer.

“Yeah, we almost didn’t believe it was you guys when we heard it,” Namjoon said with a slight chuckle.

Jimin laughs before responding, his eyes turning into crescent shapes as he smiles. “I had to come back for a family matter. We’re in a break between shows right now anyways. We’ll head back once we get things settled. Tae came along for support.”

“Just trying to show support to those who need me,” Tae says as he throws his free arm over the back of your chair. You feel him try to subtly place his hand on your shoulder and you shoot him a glare out of the side of your eye. You sit up, leaning forward in your chair away from his arm, trying to cover up your scoff with a sip of your drink, hoping it would go unnoticed. You see Tae rolling his eyes from your peripherals, rolling yours back in response. Placing your drink on the table, you look up at Jin sitting across from you just in time to see his darkened eyes as he takes in Tae’s arm on your chair. His eyes move to meet yours, the darkened look disappearing. You raise your brow at him curiously. Is he jealous? Over Taehyung? You giggle to yourself at the thought. If only he knew Tae wasn’t a threat. “If only you didn't have bad news written all over you,” you thought to yourself.

“So are you guys just out on a double date?” Jin asks, still looking at you. You involuntarily snort, causing the group to look in your direction. Ashley looks at you with a bemused expression, a little giggle slipping past her lips as she takes a sip of her drink.

“No, this is not a double date,” you say while trying to regain your composure. You continue your ramble, pointing between yourself and Taehyung. “We’re not… No. Definitely not a double date.”

“Get it together, girl,” you think to yourself, grabbing your drink and downing the rest of it. Maybe you were drunker than you originally thought. Ashley takes the opportunity to take over the conversation, pulling the guys attention towards her and Jimin. You silently thank her as you peek at Taehyung out of the corner of your eye. You notice he has his jaw clenched and tense, probably a reaction from your blatant display of distaste at being considered his. You know you should feel bad, but you don’t. He lost the right to have any sort of claim over you a long time ago. You start to feel the need to escape and go to excuse yourself from the table.

“I’ll be back. I need another drink,” you announce as you stand from your seat. Jin looks at you, slowly rising from his chair.

“Would you like some company?”he asks, his plush lips turning up into a soft smile. You were about to turn him down, only changing your mind when you hear Tae try to interject.

“I’ll go with --”

“Actually, Jin. I would love your company.” Jin’s smile grows wider. He offers his arm to you as he stands up. You take it, wrapping your hands around his biceps. Enjoying the feeling of how his muscles flex under your touch.

The two of you walk towards the bar, ignoring Tae as he calls out your name. This wasn’t one of your best decisions, walking away from your friends with someone you literally just met. Especially someone you had just labeled as off limits. Your emotions and the alcohol in your system being the main influencers on the choice. Despite being practically a stranger, you feel safe with Seokjin. You tell yourself not to worry about it. One night making choices on a whim shouldn’t do much damage in hindsight, right?

Your mind is lost to the beat of the music, focusing only on weaving through the crowd of club goers as you make your way to the bar. With every step, you can feel all the alcohol you’ve had creeping up on you. You start to feel the tingling sensation in your face and you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. Feeling a little unstable in the stilettos, you cling a little tighter to Jin’s arm, focusing hard on not tripping.

Finally at the bar, Jin waves over the bartender, ordering the two of you a round of shots. You think about turning the shot down, but decide against it. You remind yourself this is the first night in a while that you’ve spent somewhere other than at home. You deserve at least one night to enjoy yourself. While waiting for the shots to be made, you lean your back against the bar and take a look around the club, finally taking the time to admire the layout. The majority of the first level was occupied by a lit up dance floor, the edges around the walls lined with couches and high top tables. The VIP area was located on a lofted 2nd level overlooking the dance floor. It's very packed now, the newness of the venue still not worn off. Your eyes wander back up to the VIP area and you notice Taehyung standing at the railing, staring at you. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, instead choosing to turn around and face the bar.

“Let me guess. Ex-boyfriend?” Jin leans up against the bar next to you, giving you a smirk when you turn to look at him.

“What gave it away?” You ask, propping your chin on your hand as you smile back at him.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m good at reading people?” Jin leaned closer to you, plump lips spread into a beautiful smile.

“I would,” you say, turning away from him as the bartender brings the two shots, picking yours up from the bartop. “But why do I get the feeling it’s more to do with knowing from experience?” Jin laughs, grabbing his shot and clinking the glass up against yours.

“So you’ve heard of me?” He asks before you both down your shots.

“Who hasn’t heard of the man who coined his own nickname, Mr. Worldwide Handsome?” You lick your lips, savoring the fruity taste of the shot that was still on your tongue. You’re amazed how you couldn’t even taste the alcohol and wouldn’t mind having another. “This was delicious, by the way. Did you come up with it?”

“Good guess, I did. It’s my secret weapon. You want another round?” Jin catches the attention of the bartender again, raising his glass and pointing at it. Already ordering another round before even waiting for your answer.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jin? Trying to take advantage of me?” You ask, the alcohol making you feel bold as you lean in close to him. He leans into you, too, moving his hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yes and no. You don’t seem like the type of girl to let that happen.” He lightly caresses the side of your face, fingers lingering on your cheek and you let him.

“Hmm, smart boy,” you say before moving your face away from his hand. The bartender drops off your next round of shots and you both waste no time in downing them. “So, what is your type of girl, Seokjin?”

“Why? Interested in applying?” Jin says to you before turning to signal to the bartender for another round. You answer him when he turns back in your direction.

“Sorry, Jinnie boy. But you’re not my type.”

“What? Handsome not your type?” He says as the bartender drops off the third round.

“No,” you respond with a smile. “Trouble isn’t my type.” You both grab a shot. You go to drink yours while Jin gives you a smirk.

“Ah, but you do think I’m handsome.”He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye as he downs his shot and you laugh. He’s funny and you like his confidence. It’s a shame you won’t allow yourself to get to know more of his personality. That’s something that would take more than just tonight to learn, and again, he is not someone you need to be associated with. But damn, do you think he looks handsome. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Jin places the shot glass on the bar top and leans in close to you. You feel a tingling sensation go through your body and convince yourself it's from the alcohol and not his close proximity. Jin gives you a quick look up and down, and you know he is completely aware of the effect he has on you. “You know,” he says leaning in even closer. “You’re spending a lot of time with a guy who isn’t your type.”

“What? A girl’s not allowed to have herself a little fun?” You bat your lashes at him, leaning in towards him, closing the little distance between you two. Your lips are inches apart, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. You smell the fruitiness of shots on his breath and take a quick glance down to his lips, wondering which of you will break and close the gap first. Another few seconds of the stand off passes before you decide you were going to make the first move, only to be interrupted when you hear someone call your name. You and Jin pull away from each other and turn to see Ashley walk up with Jimin close behind her.

“Y/N! There you are! You left your phone up at the table. I’ve been trying to text you.” Ashley hands your little black clutch, fully prepared to lecture you for disappearing when she turns to look at JIn. Jin gives her a smile before she turns back to you. “Oh,” she says and gives you a knowing smile.

“Sorry, Ash. I didn’t mean to be gone this long. Jin and I were just enjoying ourselves,” you say as you pull out your phone, checking the notifications before putting it back into your purse.

“Oh, I’m sure,” she teases. “Anyways, Taehyung already left and Jimin and I are heading out ourselves. Are you ready to go?”

You instinctively move to follow Ashley, stopping yourself midstep. “Actually.” You look at Jin who is staring at you before looking back at Ashley. “I think I’m going to stay a little longer.” You look back at Jin who gives you a wide smile.

Ashley looks between you and Jin, smiling again when she leans in to give you a hug. “Text me when you get home, okay? And Seokjin...” Ashley steps back from you and turns to the tall man. “Take care of her. If anything happens to her, I know where to find you.”

Jimin waves goodbye to you as he and Ashley turn and leave. Jin waves back before leaning towards you. “Should I be scared of her?” He asks with a laugh.

“Yes, you should be,” you say with a giggle. Feeling the alcohol course through your body, you start to move to the beat of the music. With a surge of confidence, you grab Jin’s hand and start pulling him onto the dance floor. “Now come on. I want to dance.”

You lose track of time out on the dance floor, getting lost in the music and enjoying the feeling of Jin’s body pressed up against yours. Ever so often, he let his hands wander up and down your body. You intercept his hand each time before they are able to discover an intimate part of your body, giggling and laughing each time you feel his pout against your neck. After a few songs of grinding up against each other, Jin decides to put on a show for you, granting you multiple displays of what he calls his ‘signature dance moves.’ One move in particular sends you doubling over in laughter, the way Jin stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, head thrown back while he wiggles his arms shamelessly from side to side. After exhausting all his talent, Jin pulls you back up into the VIP area asking to take a breather, his dark hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. You agree with him, your own legs starting to feel sore from trying to dance in heels. He sits you down in one of the booths before walking over to grab two bottles of complementary water from an ice bucket against the back wall, stopping for a quick chat with Namjoon along the way.

You watch him, eyes trailing up and down his long body. Admiring the way his ripped jeans clung to his legs, sweat glistening on the exposed areas of his thigh. He opens one of the water bottles and takes a drink. You’re mesmerized by the bob of his Adam’s apple, wanting nothing more than to walk over and suck love marks along the surface area of his neck. You lightly shake your head, pulling yourself back to reality as you reach into your clutch for your phone, looking for a distraction. Clicking your screen on, your eyes widen when you look at the time. 2:03 AM. Fuck. You need to be up for work in a little over 5 hours. The small bout of panic sobers you just a little and you silently scold yourself for not playing more attention to how late it was getting. You look back up at where Jin stood talking to Namjoon, making brief eye contact with him. He gives you a quick wink before turning back to Namjoon, continuing on with whatever he was saying. You smile from the cuteness of the wink, feeling giddy from the action only for it to be quickly replaced by a small wave of sadness that washes over you.

You really enjoyed yourself tonight. You couldn’t tell what brought on the sadness; the fact that your night of fun was coming to an end or the fact that, if you could help it, won’t ever see Seokjin again. You decide for it to be the former. It’s safer this way. You enjoyed your night with Jin and you completely understand why girls would still flock to him, regardless of his playboy reputation. If only you had the luxury of being one of those girls, you would throw caution aside and allow yourself to enjoy all that is Seokjin. To hell with whatever gossip or rumors would manifest about you. Unfortunately, you’re not one of those girls and you’ve been lucky enough already to make it through the night without anyone recognizing you. You let out a soft sigh, knowing the time has come for you to return back to reality.

Placing your phone back in your clutch, you stand from your seat and walk towards Jin. You place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his attention to you. He turns back to Namjoon, letting him know he’ll catch up with him later before the taller boy walks over to the railing of the VIP area, joining Yoongi in watching the club goers down below.

Jin turns back to you, smiling as he moves you closer to the wall. “Sorry, I kept you waiting. Namjoon doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes. Did you start to miss me?”

He hands you an unopened bottled water before bracing his hand on the wall behind you. You give him a soft smile as a thank you as you lean back against the wall. The beautiful smile on his face makes it hard for you to form words. Why did he have to be so goddamn gorgeous?

“It’s time for me to go home, Jin.” You cross your arms across your chest and tilt your head back to look up at his face.

Jin nods his head before responding. “And so you came over here to invite me over? I accept.” He gives you another heart stopping smile as a light laugh escapes your lips.

“I came to tell you bye. This is where we part ways. It was nice meeting you, Seokjin.” You go to push off the wall to leave, stopping yourself as Jin goes to talk.

“Now why does that feel more like a ‘Goodbye’ than a ‘See you later’? Running off at midnight like Cinderella. Do you not want to see me again? I thought we were having a good time,” he turns his lips into a pout, but you can tell by his tone he was being playful.

“Running off at 2AM, actually. And It was a good time. But as I said before, you’re trouble. And I stay away from trouble. It’s best if we just end things here.” You try to stand tall, putting as much authority in your tone of voice as you can manage to let him know you’re serious. Jin leans in close to you. You inhale deeply trying to maintain your composure despite his close proximity, catching a light trace of whatever cologne he was wearing. It smelt woodsy and delicious and you were trying to figure out how you didn’t notice it before.

His lip brushing against your earlobe sending shivers down your spine. “I can be a good boy,” he whispers to you and you smile, rolling your eyes as he pulls back just enough to look at you.

“I highly doubt that,” you tease him.

“How about this.” Jin reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling something out. He holds up his hand in the small gap between the two of you and you focus on the shiny round object before looking back at him. Your eyebrows furrow in curiosity. “We’ll flip a coin.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Flip a coin? Really?” you said raising an eyebrow at him. His tongue sneaks out to wet his pillow lips before spreading them into a wide smile. You can still smell a hint of the fruity shots from earlier on his breath as he speaks.

“We flip a coin. Heads, you come home with me. Tails… Well, at least give me your number.” Jin chuckles after the last condition.

“What makes you think I’ll play along with your little game?” you ask before licking your lips, catching your tongue between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Live a little, princess. Take a walk on the wild side with me.” Jin flicks his eyes down to your tongue before looking back at you. His eyes looking darker even in the dimness of the club’s VIP area. “You ready? Call it in the air.”

You watch as he balances the coin on top of his thumb and index finger. He flicks his thumb up, sending the coin flipping in the air. You watch the coin, wondering what fate it would decide for you, already thinking up an excuse to get out of either. You see Jin move his hand out of the corner of your eye, thinking he’s going to grab the coin. Instead, he catches you by surprise, grabbing your chin and lightly turning your face towards him, his lips crashing down on yours as the forgotten coin crashes down to the ground, rolling away out of sight.

Your mind goes blank at the sudden action, your lips on autopilot as they move in tandem with his. You feel butterflies in your stomach as you melt into the softness of his lips. You can tell that he’s holding back, probably expecting you to push him off at any moment. Your hands move to his chest, half a mind to stop things before they go too far. The small guttural moan that comes from his throat ignites a fire in your bones, awakening a desire in you. A desire that can only be satiated by one Kim Seokjin. Your hands move further up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your fingers knit themselves in his hair.

Jin nips at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across the bitten area, asking for permission to enter. You let him, the loud music of the club now being drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pulsating in your ears. You nearly forget where you are, what you were trying to do before his lips found yours. The people and the room disappear around you with the only thing existing is Jin, his plump lips, and the delicious way his hands roam up and down your body. You allow his hands to roam freely this time, no intention in stopping his endeavors as you lose yourself in his touch. It wasn’t until the sound of Yoongi yelling at the two of you to get a room that you were pulled back into reality. Jin pulls back away from you just slightly, the both of you smiling as you try to catch your breath.

“Well,�� Jin says as he pushed a fallen strand of your hair back behind your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You know you should go home. Leave him here without so much as your number as you return back to your uneventful life. But you can’t stop thinking about the way his lips feel on yours. How badly you want him and how that want extends for more than just tonight. It’s a bad idea. He’s a bad idea and no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that tonight, the one thing that you’ve said to yourself more rings louder in your head. It’s just one night, what’s the worst that can happen?

You grab the collar of Jin’s shirt, bringing him in for another kiss. You pull away after one, smiling at the way he chases your lips, wanting more. “I’ll tell you my answer..” you pause, grabbing his hand in yours, pulling him away from the wall. “After you buy me another drink.”

126 notes · View notes