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awfcspencer · 3 months

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You're Gonna Go Far || awfc x reader

awfc x teen!reader

prompt: requested!

warnings: none!

“Foord… will you please… tell your girlfriend to…. unhook her arm from… around my neck?” You struggled to breathe out because of the unworldly size of Katie’s bicep bulging straight into your windpipe. Katie had you stationed in a headlock in the middle of the changing room. You had jokingly called her ‘McCard’ after the Irishwoman had stolen the last piece of licorice out of your package before training. You felt the nickname was warranted but Katie playfully took offense and began to play wrestling with you.

“Babe, let the kid go.” Caitlin hummed out, not even looking up from her phone as she sat in her designated cubby. She was used to the antics the two of you would get up to, when the two of you were together, you both always seemed to find trouble. So today was no surprise.

Katie thankfully let go of your head as you stumble back and dramatically take several loud breaths out, even hurling over with your hands on your knees, acting as if you had just run 100 sprints to really up the show.

“Oh if football doesn’t work out, you have a career in acting.” Katie chuckled as she gently shoved your shoulder.

You mustered up your best Irish accent and said, “Of course missus, anything for you missus” pretending to be Katie, implying that she was an absolute simp for the Australian. Which was so incredibly true, but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it.

“GET BACK HERE” Katie screamed as she began chasing you around the room in circles. Running out the door as you ran straight into Leah. You quickly turn around and use her body to shield you away from an angry Katie McCabe, shifting her side to side as she tries to latch onto you from around Leah.

“Hey hey hey, leave me out of your battles!” Leah told you as she escaped from your grasp. A now more serious look on the defender’s face, “Also kid, the staff wants to speak with you before training.”

“Ooo you’re in trouble.” Kyra joked as she stood behind Leah, trying to get back into the changing room because she forgot her water bottle. You shot her a glare, “I’m bringing you down with me if so” you told her and stuck your tongue out as you left the changing room and headed towards the main office.

The Arsenal staff broke the news that you would be going out on loan to the London City Lionesses at the end of the week. They had made a massive bid for you and were excited about your arrival. You tried your best to contain your rocky emotions as you bid them farewell and headed out towards the pitch for training, wanting to escape the room as fast as you could.

Signing a professional contract was what every little kid dreamed of growing up and playing football. You were incredibly lucky to be able to have achieved your dreams, especially at a club with such a history like Arsenal. Growing up in the Arsenal youth academy, it was really all you knew. The Arsenal girls were at first mentors and role models and now you considered them family. You put in the work on and off the pitch and it had paid off. You signed your first contract at age 19 and each day in training you grew as a player.

When the ACL squad had gone out, you were able to get some professional experience on the pitch, but with many of the players returning and Arsenal leveling up during the transfer windows, you had been sidelined for the most part. But Arsenal was your home. The red and gold badge meant so much more to you.

North London is your home. Meadow Park is your home. The Emirates is your home.

Temporary.

It was the only thing running through your mind. The loan was temporary. You will eventually return back to Arsenal, return back home. You would prove to your parent club that you deserved to be here. That you deserved to play here.

“How come the kid can be late but when I’m late I have to run extra laps.” Katie joked and many of your teammates laughed as you ran onto the pitch a few minutes late after your meeting. You tried to fake a laugh, it was inherently funny, but you were focused on something much bigger. No one caught onto your act, or at least that is what you thought, trying to be extra convincing as you didn’t need the extra pestering at the moment. But Leah immediately saw through you. You had given her the same laugh when she would show you a TikTok that you saw 3 weeks ago, or when she would try and use ‘gen-z slang’ but fail terribly. It would then lead you to repeatedly call her an old woman although she was only a few years older than you. She decided to let it pass. She didn’t want to bring it up in the middle of training, but she made a mental note to ask you about it later.

At training, your mind was completely somewhere else. Your shots on goal were subpar and your passes were extremely inaccurate. All you could focus on was the impending loan and leaving your home.

“Watch out!” Beth yelled out as her ball narrowly missed your head by mere inches as you weren’t paying attention. You were physically present on the pitch, but mentally and emotionally you were so far gone.

Being on loan was never a good feeling, but it gave you the opportunity to grow your game and get solid minutes on the pitch. It was going to be beneficial to get match experience under your belt instead of warming the end of the bench, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

It was ripping you away from where you belonged, where your teammates, who were now family, were.

“Kid, are you with us?” Viv's question takes you out of your trance. She can tell by the way your eyes were glazed over, or perhaps by the ball that almost sent your head clear off your shoulders. She saw your eyes the same way when you would watch Love Island on the coach to away games and she would try to talk to you, and you wouldn’t even realize.

“Yeah yeah, all good.” You lied, hoping the way your voice dropped would be unnoticed by the Dutch woman.

You belonged in Arsenal red. The Arsenal women are your family. You couldn’t even begin to fathom leaving or playing for another club.

Your answer seemed to suffice her as you ran off to get the ball Beth had sent way off the right side of the pitch. As you walked back, you surveyed the scene.

First, you saw Leah. You lived with Leah when she graciously opened her home to you when you first signed, not wanting you to be alone at such a young age yet. She told you that she ‘saw herself in you’ after she had come and watched one of the academy games that you had scored at and gave the small crowd a badge tap. She bled Arsenal through and through, and that mindset was passed down to you. You were a true Gooner deep down to your core.

Then you saw Kim. Kim was like a mother figure for you on and off the pitch. She captained you hard, but it was only because she knew you could measure up to her strict standards. She was the first one to congratulate you on a good training session or a solid game, but also the first to give you advice on how to improve your game.

Then it was Viv. Viv was always who you turned to for advice. She knew what it was like to sign a professional contract at a young age and knew how tough it could be. You had made a good name for yourself and there were several expectations put on you, both from the public but also yourself. She always managed to say the right thing and help you calm down from the stressful nature of the sport.

When you wanted to escape the serious part of professional football, you always found yourself goofing off with Kyra or Vic. Kyra, Vic, and you were designated the “annoying younger sisters” and the three of you gladly accepted the role. Hiding matchday kits, spraying teammates with water, or playing little pranks on the girls, it was always one of you three behind the action, or sometimes all three of you worked together to terrorize the girls.

You had made several strong connections with every single girl. They were your sisters/mothers/best friends. You couldn’t even begin to imagine leaving them. They were your family.

A new location, a new team, and new teammates, it was terrifying.

You had decided to keep the loan a secret for now, it was too much to think about right now, and you were both nervous and scared. The secret was kept for roughly 2 hours because at lunch, sat across from Alessia, she had asked you to go with her to a new restaurant next week that she had been dying to try.

“I’m uh going on loan” was merely breathed out in a hushed whisper. It was the first time you had said it out loud, suddenly becoming real. You were leaving.

“Sorry didn’t catch that, what?” Alessia asked, assuming she had simply just heard you wrong and you didn’t just say that you were going on loan.

“London City Lionesses, loan, next week.” You told her as you stared down at your food. You no longer felt like eating anymore. Bidding her goodbye before she could ask any more questions. Questions that you were not ready to answer. You didn’t want to think about the loan anymore. Walking back out to the pitch to work on a few shots on goal. Wanting to do something to clear your mind.

Your sudden exit did not go unnoticed by your teammates as they now hurled questions at Alessia. She was sure you hadn’t told the other girls yet by the mere way you could barely say the word ‘loan’. She now connected the dots that that was the reason for your meeting before training, the reason you had been late. She was at a crossroads, does she tell her teammates or wait for you to say something, I mean it was your secret to begin with.

“You guys will just have to ask her,” Alessia said as she shoved more food in her mouth to avoid spilling the secret, she was never good with keeping secrets.

Several head nods targeted toward the blonde striker as they finished their meals and made moves to begin going home for the day. Something stuck with Leah though.

The fake laugh at Katie’s joke, your lack of awareness at training, and the way you left during the middle of lunch, Leah was concerned for you.

Leah drove you every day to training and she was ready to finally go home, but she could not find you anywhere. She searched the changing room, the lunchroom, and the showers. She even interrogated Kyra and Vic thoroughly to see if they had something to do with your absence. You were nowhere to be found.

“Leah she’s on the training pitch. She has been out there since lunch. I think that is where she escaped off too.” Viv told Leah as she entered the changing room again when she started to recheck each location to see if you had suddenly appeared. Viv had caught sight of you out there as she finished up her cooldown exercises in the gym.

Back on the training pitch, you practiced over and over. Running through different dribbling drills and hitting specific targets on goals, you were dead tired. But your mind was incredibly active. What if you never returned back to Arsenal? What if Arsenal didn’t want you anymore? Maybe the loan was a way of sending you off to be someone else’s problem? Tears began to fall from your eyes, but you continued practicing. You needed to prove you belonged on this team. All of your shots were messy and ill-timed, but you continued to practice.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Let’s go home, the car is already started.” Leah yelled out to you as she walked towards you. She was clearly unaware of what emotions you were currently going through, and the way tears fell freely down to your cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked as she took in your state, pulling you away from the goalpost and bringing you in for a hug, rubbing circles on your upper back as you sobbed into her chest.

For the next couple of minutes, you stood on the pitch in Leah’s arms, embracing her warm nature and comforting essence as you calmed down a bit. Breaking the silence after your breathing had returned to a normal pace and the tears had stopped, “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. Now shifting the two of you to sit on the pitch next to each other, but she never let go of your hand, intertwining them as she sat.

“The staff meeting was about me going on loan to London City Lionesses at the end of the week. I’m just really scared Lee. I don’t want to leave Arsenal.” You wanted to sob again thinking about leaving, even the mention of it made your heart break even more.

Leah’s more serious face turned now soft as she brushed her thumb along the top of your hand, understanding now your odd character at training all day. “I know going on loan can be scary, but you are going to grow as a player, and you will return back to us kid. You are too vital for us to lose forever. The staff just wants you to get some more professional experience and then come back to us ready to score goals and dominate.” She spoke as if she meant every single sentence, and it was because she did, and you knew that.

“So you’re not mad?” Leah was Arsenal’s number one fan, you weren’t sure how she would take you leaving and playing for another club.

“Of course, I am not mad. You’re gonna go far kid, show London City your talents, and then eventually bring them back to Arsenal kid.” Bringing you upwards as she hugged you tightly.

“Let’s go home now yeah?” she asked as you simply nodded into her chest. Pulling you by your hand as she led you to the car.

Maybe going on loan would be a good thing. You would excel in a new environment, no matter how scary it was, and then return home. You would prove all the doubt in your head about not being a good enough player for Arsenal and show you could play for this team. Play in the Arsenal red.

On the way home, Leah sent a text message to a couple of the Arsenal girls about the situation and Leah requested a team movie night at her place. All of the girls were immediately on board and would be in attendance.

When you arrived home, you wanted to be alone. It was a long day and you needed to decompress a bit from the loan news and ultimately a bad day at training. You told Leah you would be up in your room if she needed anything and that you would be back down for dinner later.

A few hours later there was a soft knock at your door and assuming it was Leah, you told her to come in. Sat on your bed with your eyes closed, thinking about everything.

"Hey kid, Leah told me about the loan." Opening your eyes to find the Irishwoman standing in the middle of your bedroom. She made her way over to your bed and sat down horizontally next to you.

"I remember when I went on loan. It was scary, yes, but it made me really appreciate what I had here at Arsenal. I worked so hard and I was able to return. I have no doubt in my mind that you will come back to us, kid." She explained to you. You didn't feel the need to respond, instead pulling her in for a hug. "There are some people here downstairs for you too." She whispered in your ear.

Together you walked downstairs to the living room and were met with several of your teammate's family. A majority of them were dressed in comfy clothes, passing around snacks on the large couch that Leah had.

"Movie night," Leah told you as she came behind you and wrapped you in a hug.

You settled in between Alessia and Leah as everyone decided on a movie to watch. Beth advocated for a movie that really nobody wanted to watch as Viv tried to negotiate with her and chose a different film.

Finally settling on a Disney classic that Leah had suggested, knowing it was your favorite of all time, Tangled, and everyone agreed.

The movie night was relaxing and chill until about halfway through when Katie began to get bored and started throwing popcorn at you from her location opposite of you on the couch. Of course that gave you the right to start throwing small gummy bears back at the Irish. A couple of them were a bit misplaced as they now hit Kyra who immediately joined in throwing her own small chocolates.

A now full small food fight happening in the living room as teammates were getting hit with snacks and throwing back whatever was thrown. Katie had left her spot on the couch and hurdled towards you, jumping on you as she battled away your swinging arms.

"Let me go Mccabe!" you screamed laughing as she placed you in a similar headlock from the morning.

Leah just let everything happen, not caring how her once perfectly clean living room was now a mess with pieces of candy thrown everywhere, or how you and Katie fought on her couch. For the first time today, Leah saw and heard you laugh and after finding the sad news, it was all she wanted when she planned the movie night, to see you have some fun and laugh.

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kissme-suguru · 3 months

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You and Their Kids

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺ JJK Gojo, Nanami, Geto x Fem Reader

Warnings: Non Curse Au, mention of menstrual cycle,

A/N: I'm such a sucker for dilfs. This is like a drabble mixed with headcannons based on what I think the main aspect of their parenting style is. part 2 maybe?

Gojo Satoru ♡︎

Becoming the guardian of Megumi and Tsumiki at the age of eighteen was no easy feat, still being a kid himself he grew with them and sometimes acted more like an older brother than a father but that didn't stop his (sometimes overbearing) affection.

When he first introduced you to Megumi you coulda swore the kid was raising Satoru and not the other way around. His level of maturity was off the charts which Satoru tried to take credit for (lies). Megumi liked having you around for the main reason of his guardian having someone else to bother, constantly stating how he likes you more than him. The boys bickered pretty often and it always made you laugh.

Satoru loved to watch you and Megumi interact, seeing a nurturing side to you warmed his heart to the core. Megumi began seeing you as a guardian as well when he witnessed you taking care of Tsumiki in the hospital, which was a part of his daily routine he didn't really like to talk about. And for that they both appreciated you immensely.

"Megs!" You called out to the navy haired boy as he walked with his peers, turning around at the nickname. He stopped in place waiting for you catch up. "I brought you lunch, I didn't want you to be starving after training."

His hand accepted the bento box with a nod of acknowledgement.

Suddenly the sound of Satoru's singsong voice caught your attention. He quickly jogged up to you two, wasting no time wrapping his arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss on your head. "You didn't tell me you were coming today, babe."

"I was just bringing Megs some food real quick." He look offended.

"And what about me??" You rolled your eyes with a slight smile at his pouty words.

"How could I forget?" Reaching into your bag you pulled out another bento and handed it to Satoru, making is eyes light up dramatically.

"Ah! You're the best. Just in time for training, thanks babe." He pressed another kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and walking ahead to talk to Yuji and Nobara.

Megumi lingered back for a moment, wrapping his arms around you in a soft in embrace. Your hand stroked his hair softly with a smile on your lips. Although he didn't convey his emotions often it was obvious this little gesture meant a lot.

"Thank you."

"Of course."

Geto Suguru ♡︎

Similar to Satoru; Suguru adopted his girls young, bringing Mimiko and Nanako into his care not long after graduating. He had such a soft spot for the girls and never failed to cater to their every need.

As the girls grew into their teen years Suguru had even more trouble saying no to them, practically bending to their every request and spoiling. He allows them to drag him into various malls and restaurants and of course he carries their many bags with a smile on his face.

The girls took to you very quickly when you entered the picture, happy see their dad smile more than usual and excited to have a woman's presence around the house.. You really played the mother role well, giving them tips on makeup and taking time to do their hair. You were the one they came to when they got their periods and it was times like those were Suguru was glad you were around to educate them on the things he couldn't. Suguru took pride in your mother like instincts, often just watching the three of you quietly with a smile on his face.

His ability to say no diminished even further when you two started dating, the girls often let you in on their schemes knowing he couldn't turn down all three of his girls.

"Can we go get ice cream? Pretty pleeeeasee?" Nanako intertwined her fingers as she pouted.

"Pretty pleeeeasee?" Mimiko followed suit, matching her twins pouting.

"Yeah Sugu, Pretty please?" A teasing smile lingered on your lips as you followed, making Suguru itch the back of his neck with a groan.

"What am I gonna do with you girls?"

"Take us to get ice cream?"

"I vote for that."

"Yeah me too."

He shook his head with a smile. "Alright, alright. Put the puppy dog eyes away."

Kento Nanami ♡︎

Nanami wasn't exactly Yuji's dad but he was the closest thing the boy had to a father figure, allowing him into his home under his protection. Despite his sometimes stoic personality Nanami cared for the boy deeply and wanted to see him succeed in life. Although it did take a bit of effort for him to bring his walls down and get out of his comfort zone when it came to his interests.

When you and Nanami started dating his softer side to him began to grow, taking more time to spend with the two of you and relish in the presences of his loved ones.

As much as he didn't want to admit it he loved that you and Itadori kept him on his toes and brought new found excitement into his life. The fact that you and the pink haired boy had similar personalities always made him chuckle to himself, the two of you were like peas in a pod and that made it even harder to say no.

"Y/N, tell Nanamin that we have to go see the new Human Earthworm 4!"

"I just don't see the appeal in those types of movies, they're too hard to follow ." Nanami didn't bother looking up from his newspaper while you and Itadori baked cookies.

"It's entertaining, hon."

"But the story doesn't make sense." "How could you not get it?! It's a tragic love story between a girl and a human earth worm, you can't get a better plot!" Itadori's eyes practically sparkled as he talked about the movie, making you chuckle.

You finished putting the cookies on the sheet allowing Itadori to put them in the oven while you walked behind Nanami and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his. "Come on hon, I heard this was the best movie out of the series."

He sighed, setting down the newspaper and rubbing the bridge of his nose. The blonde's eyes glancing back and forth between his lady and Itadori who held a small pout.

"If we must."

"Yay! Thank you!!" The two of you said in unison as Itadori also wrapped his arms around Nanami. The gesture made him crack a small smile and lean into the affection.

"Mhm."

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rwrbmovie · 8 months

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BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

#rwrb movie #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #rwrbsource #taylor zakhar perez #matthew lopez #alex claremont diaz #tzp #*#rwrb bts #rwrbbts #my stuff

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lovepookie · 4 months

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₊˚ෆ Favoring Roses Over Daisies - s.qr

♡ ︎sypnosis: daisies will forever and always be boring; they were the former queen’s—your mother’s—favorite flower. however, now that it’s your turn to ascend the thrown, you can’t help that roses are your favorite; just like the blood-red ones embellished on prince ricky’s black suit on the night of your suitor’s ball. but don’t get caught up in the pretty scent and petals, because where there is beauty, there is thorns. ricky is the prince of an enemy nation—and your whole life he has been nothing but a pest. a really pretty one.

♡ ︎genre: royal au, fantasy/magical, fluff, angsty, prince!ricky, fem!reader, prince!hanbin side pairing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, the dramaaa

♡ 7.0k word count (i’m not sorry)

♡ ︎warnings: cursing, mentions of readers father passing away, misogyny mentioned, kinda angsty and dramatic, playful threats, please let me know if you’d like me to add any!

♡ ︎nano note: i know this is long asf, but i am not even the slightest bit sorry. been thinking about prince ricky for the longest and i just had to quench my forbidden love needs. feedback and fangirling in the replies w/ me is greatly appreciated! xoxo

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“Look at you…so beautiful.” Your mother said, standing behind you as you sat on your bench in front of your vanity. She placed a lavish gold crown on your head carefully, using pins to secure its place.

You manage to shoot her a faint smile.

Your older sister had dropped off the face of the earth when you were teens, and now that you’re becoming of age, you were the only heir able to be crowned.

It felt bittersweet.

Never once in your life did you ever want the title. You grew up thinking it was always out of touch because of your place as second to the thrown. And you were fine with that. You grew with the mindset that it was never yours to begin with and let your sister take reign.

You’d sigh in relief when she would be pulled away from your play dates for classes on her duties as a future leader.

It was a so bittersweet.

When she left.

Still, you stared at yourself in the mirror with a bit of poise.

This was your moment and you took it on with a great sense of responsibility; wanting nothing more than to be the best leader to your people. You had many plans now that you had been crowned, but nothing could prepare you for today.

Descending from your mother; you were shockingly only the second queen to be crowned as of a couple days ago. The ceremony came and went so fast with everyone making a big deal out of it. This catapulted misogynistic hate back into the thoughts and mouths of other nations who were still coming around to the idea of women in power.

On the night of your 21st birthday, you were notified that your mother would be stepping down as Queen. Your father had passed away a few months ago and because of this, your nation was now unable to continue to keep peace between the neighboring nation your father was great friends with.

This nation was Sector Four and they never really liked your sector, Sector Nine, for how they ruled. Your father, who was from Sector Three, was just miraculously married to your mother and was the sole driving factor to both nations recoiling from the long history of wars and bickering.

As your mother described it, she was just excited to meet boys on the night she was to find a suitor. She did not realize when she met your fathers eyes that they belonged to none other than a friend of the enemy.

He was a godsend to your nation and the very reason your mother says she was able to face such widespread disrespect that was thrown at her for being the first Queen.

But this didn’t matter anymore. That peace and sense of tranquillity vanished the moment your father’s breath did.

Now that your father is gone, the hunger for power and the ratification of misogyny was trickling back—you were nothing to them; so long as you were your mothers child.

Regardless, life went on and the fact of the matter was that you were now Queen of a nation too and therefore had to meet a suitor.

Today would be that fateful day.

Yes, you heard that right.

Only a few days as leader and every nation in question were lining up for a piece of the power.

It was laughable.

Still, you gathered your thoughts and made yourself knowledgeable of what had to happen. Unlike your mother, you’d be prepared—this wasn’t some joyous event created for you to find a man, this was so much more than that.

“Alright, your tiara is secure.” Your mother said, meeting eyes with you in the mirror as she smoothed down the sleeves of your dress.

You let another soft smile grace your face as you started to stand.

“Thank you, Mother.” You say, albeit a bit shaky.

You didn’t want to be nervous, but the time ticking by was starting to get to you. It was already evening, the ball that your mother put in place being seconds away from starting.

“Don’t worry. So many people may be waiting for you in there, but they all have an agenda of their own. Try to have fun, okay Daisy?” Your mother said, calling you by the nickname she gave you as a child.

She’d always loved daisies.

They were alright in your opinion.

You’d always prefer roses.

��I know. I’ll be fine.” You say, half trying to convince her, half trying to convince yourself.

“Very well, I better get going now. I’ll meet you out there okay? Remember to smile and have fun, alright?” She says as she walks slowly towards the door.

You nod at her.

“Yes Mother, I’ll try my best.” You say, the words being comforting to you somehow. She smiles and sends a flying kiss your way. You chuckle and catch it, much to her happiness.

Once she’s out of sight, you allow yourself some time to think.

Maybe tonight won’t be too bad. If you don’t find a suitor, so what?

There was no hurry, and you were sure everyone present was definitely not there for love. Everything is always meticulously planned when it comes to royal affairs, and anyone can rule truly.

It was just your lucky turn, so you could play by your own rules.

After talking yourself up and out of your nervousness, you decide it’s go time.

You make your way into the large hallway, it’s festive flowers lining the balcony that oversaw the foyer.

Wow, they really went all out.

Just a few halls down was the dining hall, so not many people were around. As you rounded a column in order to go down the stairs that were around the corner, you were quickly drawn out of your thoughts as you quite literally came face to face with someone else.

It all went so fast, suddenly you were falling backwards, a person falling over you too.

“Oh!” You yelled out.

My dress! This shit was hard to put on!

“Oh my! My apologies miss, I-“ Says a young man as he quickly gathers himself.

You crouch up on your elbows, looking up to meet his eyes.

He looked cute.

His features looked like a dear caught in headlights. You didn’t even know what headlights were, and you weren’t sure how you got that saying. Anyways.

“I- Your Majesty?” He utters out, as he stumbles to his feet. He was endearing.

You just stare.

“Your Majesty I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful.” He states, slightly bowing his head and holding out his hand for you to take.

You do so, placing your hand gracefully in his, the strength of his arm pulling you to your feet.

“It’s alright, I didn’t see you as well.” You say.

He clears his throat as he gets a good look at you for the first time, head slightly bowed still.

“You may be at ease.” You chuckle.

His cheeks go pink, a smile making its way onto his face. The dimples on his cheek bones poked through, his eyes forming into crescents in possible embarrassment.

A guinea pig.

He looked like a cute guinea pig.

“Well then, I take it I’ll see you during the reception?” You say, already endeared by his charms.

He looks back at you in shock and places a hand over his heart before bowing again.

“Oh- of course! It will be a pleasure to see you again Your Majesty.” He gets out, taking another bow.

You chuckle.

“Very well, I hope to find out your name then too.” You say, bowing back and making your way down the stairs.

His bow never falters, and you’re sure when you’re far enough you hear him scold himself.

You laugh to yourself.

He was endearing.

And only for a moment does it distract you from your responsibilities.

Within seconds your smile falters and you regained your poise.

It was time to address your guests.

As you walked into the corridor and greeted a bunch of royal caretakers, you greet the Royal announcer as well, making him aware of your presence so that he can announce your entrance. Once he did, everyone scrambled to make sure you were ready, fixing things unnecessarily to make things perfect.

You just let it happen of course—your nerves were starting to get the best of you anyways.

Within a few seconds, you were announced and the velvety ceiling-length curtains were opened.

You walked into the ballroom and were greeted by bright lights and loud cheers. The lighting blinded you for a second, but you didn’t let that show in your expression.

Once you were able to adjust your eyes to the room, you saw several hundred people. Some were smiling, some were serious.

You saw your mother and teachers, happiness evident in their faces to see you be announced as Queen to everyone in attendance. Then you looked over to the other nations and the suitors who were present for you.

My, oh my.

There were so many.

You let out a quiet nervous sigh as you continued through the people and made your way to your seat for the dinner to commence. Before you could sit, there were a few young men who passed near your area and bowed your way, hoping to get an early introduction in.

You chuckled.

One bowed generously, throwing you a wide gummy smile. He must be way younger than you, you note. Just as you slightly bow in response, you see him make his way closer.

He bows again before speaking, “Your Majesty, might I just say, your portraits do not do you justice.” He says, gummy smile coming back as he towered over your seated frame.

He was tall and built, but nothing could stop you from seeing his boyish nature. You let out a chuckle before replying, “And your name?”

“Gunwook. Prince Park Gunwook from Sector Five.” He says, shooting you another sly smile.

You decide to let your chuckle out a little louder this time.

“Noted, Prince Gunwook.” You smiled.

He bowed once more and walked back to what you assume is his royal friends.

Before you could catch the gazes of anymore cute faces, a plate was placed on the gold charger in front of you and everyone in attendance watched as you lifted your gauntlet of still-too-bitter wine; signaling the start of the dinner.

It was only a few hours of wining and dining under the gaze of many suitors before the most nerve racking part of the night was to commence. The classical music changed its tempo to that of dancing music, people making their way to the ballroom dance floor.

Your nerves were starting to build as the melodies played through the hall.

Looking over to your mother, you saw her gesture for you to join the dance floor despite no one asking for your hand to dance yet.

You sighed anxiously and stood slowly to your feet, your ball gown shifting to follow along. As soon as you do this, you see many figures moving, almost on par with your own movements.

Here we go.

It was obvious that the race to ask you to dance was finally here; and boy you wished your corsets hadn’t been so tightly hoisted around you.

Who even dances right after desert?

Still, you hold your chin up high and walk towards the floor as gracefully and as unfazed as you can. It’s there where you meet eyes with him again.

He smiled, whiskers reappearing. Without thinking, you walk towards him—much to everyone’s surprise. He looks shocked as he quickly aknowledges you with a bow.

“Your majesty-“ He starts.

“Would you like to dance?” You speak, cutting him off.

His shock is only evident for a moment, before he smiles bigger and holds his hand out for you to take. You smile back, already comfortable within his grasp.

Once meeting the dance floor, he turns towards you, grasping your waist and holding your other hand in his. You place your hand on his shoulder, and get a good look at him.

Please don’t be from Sector Four. Please don’t be from Sector Four. Please don’t be from Sector Four.

“Your Majesty, thank you for approaching me first, I really am flattered.” He speaks respectfully as he leads you into the dance.

The many people in the room become nonexistent as you let him guide you.

“No need to thank me, you were the first familiar face I’d seen, so naturally I approached you.” You say, smiling shyly under his gaze.

His intentions seemed so straightforward in the way he looked at you. He had seemed entranced.

Dare you say, taken.

You decided to stare at his royal blue suit, the intensity of his gaze becoming too much.

He chuckles.

“My name is Prince Sung Hanbin, Sector Two. Please call me Hanbin, Your Highness.” He says.

This took you by surprise, so you looked up at him and re-evaluated his face.

Your mother’s best friend had a son named Hanbin, but you’d never gotten the chance to meet either of them since she was a Princess of a far away nation. Suddenly his features matched up with that of the paintings you’d seen of your mother and her closest friends when she was younger.

It all came together so seamlessly.

“Oh, so you’re thee Hanbin…” You say, staring him straight in the eyes.

This garner’s you a laugh.

“With all do respect your majesty, I think you’re the woman of the hour.” He says slyly, passing you a smile.

He was smooth.

A very respectful kind of smooth.

Just as you were going to respond, another voice chimes in.

“Pardon for the interruption, but may I have the next dance Your Majesty?” Says a handsome man, confidence seeping through his demeanor.

Hanbin stops leading you and lets go of your waist. As you turn, you meet his eyes.

Sharp and confident, just like his tone, he came off very striking. He was stunning.

If Hanbin was endearing and Gunwook was adorable, this one was gorgeous.

“If her majesty would like to, of course.” Hanbin says, you notice a little protectiveness hidden in his tone as he looks your way.

You smile up at him, barely able to take your eyes off of the new gentleman in front of you.

You notice how his red hanker-chief and red embellishments stand out compared to the rest of his solid black suit. It was all very eye-catching.

When you look back up at him, you were met with a slight smirk. He smiles down at himself for a second, a boyish look on display for only a moment in time.

This, too, takes you by surprise.

You gather yourself as Hanbin clears his throat. You were probably being watched by so many people right now. You can’t help but take note of the evergrowing tension that was starting to cement amongst you three.

“My apologies,” You say, “I’ll be alright Prince Hanbin. Thank you for your time.” You finish, shooting him a smile of gratitude.

He reciprocates it kindly and bows, then passes your hand to the man in front of you.

You take a moment to look him up and down.

Why couldn’t you? You were the Queen for crying out loud.

As you grasped his hand, his other hand goes for your waist quite smoothly. When you place your hand on his shoulder, you hear a chuckle. Your eyebrows raise at this.

“Why do you laugh?” You ask, and you can’t help that your gaurd goes up.

Maybe it was time to go back to being skillfully observant and professional—because this one made you feel uneasy.

“I’m sorry Your Majesty, I wasn’t expecting your gaze.” He says, pulling you a little closer by the waist and staring down at you as he starts to lead you on the dance floor.

You note the vibrado in his tone this time, your heart doing something weird in the process. You also felt your face getting hot.

Why is it scorching in here?

“Pardon?” You say, trying to not drop into the floor.

He chuckles again as he stares down at you once more, “Nevermind that, Your Majesty. How are you feeling?” He asks.

This takes you by surprise—yet gratitude fills your heart at the fact that he even cared to ask.

“It depends. Which answer would you like to hear? The decent one….” You look up at him, meeting his playfull eyes.

“…or the truth?” You finish.

You see a glint in his eyes right before he spins you around, and when you meet again, his eyes find yours effortlessly.

“Whichever you’re willing to share, but I’d rather hear the truth.” He affirms, his serious and chic look taking reign again. You contemplate answering him altogether.

“Very well. But before I do, what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking….” You stall.

“Apologies, Your Majesty. Prince Ricky.” He states, holding up your hand that was in his grasp and placing a kiss on your knuckles that were covered by your satin gloves.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his actions, and you have to run what he says back in your mind over and over for you to even process his name.

“…It’s a pleasure to meet you…” You start, staring into his eyes as he continues making eye contact through the gesture.

You didn’t know from whomst he learned to be so smooth from, but you definitely wanted to meet them and say thank you.

He was sly like a feline.

“The pleasures all mine.” He responds and continues to guide you as the music plays.

Finally you decide to give him an answer to his earlier question.

“Truthfully, this is all planned and feels nerve-racking.” You state, deciding to stare at some people around you as you danced, getting a little too worked up by the young man’s continuous gaze.

“I can understand your majesty. Truthfully, are you even serious about finding someone tonight?” He asks a little daringly.

You roll your eyes playfully as he spun you once again, hoping you were moving too fast for others—your mother—to notice.

Ricky was making your graceful facade crumble right from beneath you, and it was something you thought you’d never let happen—let alone at the hands of someone you met a couple minutes ago.

“Truthfully?” You start, and he nods in response.

“Truthfully, yes. I need to do this for my nation.” You say, the conversation turning a bit more serious, your smile faltering.

You were starting to remember your responsibilities.

Right.

You had so much to uphold.

Ricky notices this—the change in mood.

He sighs and looks around as well, contemplating his response before he speaks.

“I can understand the heavy weight you must be carrying on your shoulders Your Majesty….” He mumbles.

Then he leans in, pulling you close so he can whisper in your ear.

“…but for now can we just be people?” He asks.

You feel your heart sink.

When he pulls away, you are met with a genuine look on his face. He smiles and looks down, a piece of his wavy blonde hair falling into his eyes. You go to move it out of his face, but just as you do, someone interrupts.

“May I have the next dance your majesty? Apologies for the disturbance-“ Someone starts, but before they can finish, a man who looks strikingly similar to Ricky steps up.

“Prince Quanrui, your mother is waiting.” He speaks, gaining Ricky’s attention.

Prince Quanrui?

You feel like the world starts spinning.

Prince Quanri.

No.

No…

NO!

“-Your Majesty!!” Your bestfriend and head-maid, Juni, exclaims, pulling you from out of your slumber, forcing you to sit up in your bed.

“Huh?!” You shoot up, chest heaving as you try to take in the feelings left behind from the dream you had just lived through.

“You wench, I’ve been yelling at you! You were starting to scare me!” Juni says, sending you a side eye as she gets up in an attempt to act irritated

All you can do is sigh in relief.

The people in your dreams resembled the same people in real life, but everything felt wrong.

Quanrui, or Ricky, had been the Prince of the neighboring nation that despises your mother, that much was true—but he was nothing like the boy you’d just interacted with in your dream just now.

From the moment you had met him as a child, he was insufferable. He’d always made fun of you and you always found yourself in constant arguments with him.

Tonight would be your suitor’s ball, but you were hoping it would go nothing like your dreams. You couldn’t even understand how you were able to dream of Ricky or see him in that light.

Yes, he was handsome, but that was besides the point.

“I’m sorry Juni, I was having a nightmare.” You say, gathering yourself and getting up from your bed.

It was time to start getting ready.

“A nightmare? ‘Oh- Prince Quanruiiii~ Oh! Do you want the truth Prince Quanrui??~’” Juni mocked as she pranced around your room with an embellished fan, obnoxiously fanning herself.

Your face went warm within seconds.

“Silence! Or I’ll make sure you’ll be serving Prince Yujin rather than Prince Jiwoong’s table tonight.” You say, daggers in your eyes being thrown her way.

Prince Yujin was your younger kid cousin, whilst Prince Jiwoong was a newly appointed royal over in Sector Eight, the latter being known for capturing the hearts of maidens across many lands.

To this, she pipes down like a startled cat, walking out of the room to do god knows what.

This leaves you alone in your room to get ready for the night—as well as all alone to your thoughts.

You sigh as you look yourself in the mirror after your bath. You brush through your hair, anxiousness coursing through your mind.

When your mother comes in and stands behind you to help you with your tiara just like you knew you’d seen before, you feel shivers go down your spine.

“Is everything alright?” She spoke with grace, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

You nod.

“Don’t worry…So many people may be waiting for you in there, but they all have an agenda of their own. Try to have fun, okay Daisy?” Your mother says, calling you once again by the nickname she gave you as a child.

Your face went pale, blood running cold at this statment.

You’d always prefer roses.

Still, she continued on like a broken record.

After getting ready and talking yourself through your possible insanity, you meticulously decide to take another route to the reception hall—this meant taking the long way through the castle in order to get there.

Just as you round a corner very carefully, a voice takes you by surprise.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice chimes in from behind.

You jump, immediately turning around to meet sharp and playful eyes. As soon as you see him, you deadpan, automatically irritated that he graced you with his presence.

“What are you doing following me?” You stammer back harshly, immediately turning your back on him and continuing on your way. He reaches out for you and grasps your hair as you run along, letting it pass through his fingers.

“Your hair has grown longer.” He states, a smile on his face as you turn to give him a weird look.

He just chuckles and catches up to you.

“Why are you speaking to me informally, put some respect on my name.” You state, walking faster to hopefully get some distance between you two.

“Oh I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he starts, but before you can look his way, he spins you towards him and stares down at you.

You couldn’t read him really, but you knew he was probably doing this to embarrass you.

He did this to every lady.

You were sure.

“You look stunning tonight.” He states, brushing a stray part of your hair away from your forehead.

He watches as your face turns warm in color whilst doing everything in your power to try and avoid eye contact.

“Watch your trinkets Prince Ricky, I’ll make sure you go barren.” You say.

He quickly retaliates, immediately moving away—a wide-eyed smile playing on his face.

“Your Majesty, don’t speak that way. You don’t want your suitors to know you’re already thinking of me and children in your life.” He states, quickly sprinting off knowing you would resort to violence at his comment.

You catch his wide smile as he saunters off.

You were so tired of him.

With a fast heart beat, you ready yourself to take on the crowd for what felt like the second time today. You tried your best to get the events that just played out, out of your head; trying to convince yourself that your responsibilities and duties as a Queen were of the utmost importance. When the curtains open and your full name is announced, the same scenery you had dreamt of had come to life.

Your mom smiled the same way.

Your teachers did too.

The suitors all scurried to try and approach you just like you had seen before.

You walked over and sat in the same seat.

And there he was, that gummy smile introducing himself all over again.

It was unnerving this time.

The only thing that differed from your dream was the run in with the boy named Hanbin earlier within the day.

Instead, Ricky took his place. In a way, this excited you. Maybe what was to play out was that Hanbin would take Ricky’s spot too.

You smiled to yourself, the sound of music ringing throughout the hall as the strings and flutes played. This time, you didn’t need to search in your mothers eyes for what you should do next. You stand up, dress trailing in your wake.

You feel the room watching your every move. As you step out into the free open space on the dance floor, your eyes searching for him.

If everything play’s out like it did in the dream with only a few substitutions, it should all work out in your favor.

You turn gracefully, finding him on one side of the room. As soon as you see him and you make eye contact, he smiles, albeit a bit shocked.

Alright, you got this.

You take a step in his direction.

Then another.

And even when you see people make their way towards you, you continue towards him.

As you grow closer, his smile drops.

And when you stand in front of him, he stares you down, more serious than you had ever seen him.

“Would you like to dance?” You ask.

He looks around, fake smile on display to try and play off what was currently going down.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing?” He mutters, holding his hand out for you to place yours in.

“Just follow my lead.” You whisper as he bows before looking back up at you.

He takes your hand in his and pulls it towards his lips, taking you completely by surprise.

“You know they won’t like this.” He states, but gives you a smile contrary to his words.

He leads you out to the dance floor.

“I know,” You start, “…but I’m not doing this for you. Or them.” You say, making eye contact again with Ricky, his hand finding it’s way to your waist.

He chuckles at this, his smile reaching his striking eyes as he looks everywhere but at you, probably trying to sell the narrative that you two were having a decent conversation.

You two had always been around each other growing up, sworn enemies by the nations you both belonged to. It was just how it worked out, so you weren’t sure if anyone in the crowd was buying this.

“You sure? I see the way your cheeks go rosy when I tease you.” He speaks, looking back down to you.

This was the one time you recognize his height, because even though he’d tease you, you’d never stayed this close long enough to realize how his frame made you look almost sickly.

“I feel so sorry for you Prince Ricky. You’re so delusional, you don’t even realize how much you’ve rotted your looks away due to your own selfishness.” You mutter, starting to look around for the guinea pig who should be saving you at any moment from this hell.

If everything went to plan, the whiskered boy would take Ricky’s place and you’d dance the night away in contrary to how your dream turned out.

If everything went to plan.

“Oh, so you admit your attraction. I hate to break it to you Your Majesty, but I am not looking to be courted.” He says smugly, finally looking at you, mischief hidden in his eyes as his smile fades. It was almost a serious look.

You scoff at his words nonetheless.

“Say what you want. I know what I’m here for.” You say, continuing to look around.

Where are you?

Ricky notices this and starts to look around as well.

“Who are you searching for? You’re missing the whole reason you asked me to dance.” He says, half teasing, half confused.

You roll your eyes, but continue to search through the crowd.

“Right. Because i so badly wanted to dance with you.” You say, your tone contradicting your words.

Before you could hear out his next words, you were pulled closer by the waist. Your attention snaps to Ricky, meeting his eyes for the ninth time that day.

This time, he definitely looked serious.

A little too serious.

Despite this, you couldn’t look away. You take in the way his eyes look back and forth between each of your own. Without realizing your line of sight trails down to the swoop of his nose, and you see the way his cheeks smooth down to his sharp jaw. You didn’t even want to glance at the wording on the side of his neck. He was breathtaking—so long as he kept his mouth shut.

He looked just like the woman who hated your mothers guts.

When you trail to his lips, you see them upturn slowly. And just like that, you’re brought back to reality.

“Your Majesty-“ A voice chimes in, interrupting the moment.

You quickly snap your neck toward the voice.

Much to your dismay, it was a woman.

“Pardon Your Royal Highness, but may I steal Prince Quanrui for a dance?” She utters, smiling your way with innocence.

You hated that she too had whiskers.

You took in the way her yellow dress contradicted your red one; tailored to match her every inch, including her eye smile.

She was gorgeous.

And when you glance back at Ricky, that pretty entrancing look is gone from his eyes.

And he wasn’t Ricky.

He was Prince Quanrui.

“Ah- If I’m not interrupting anything, that is.” The girl states as she bows your way shyly.

You clear your throat and let go of Ricky’s shoulder, turning to reciprocate her bow.

“Of course. I don’t mind.” You say.

But you do.

You gave Ricky one last look, taking in the way his wavy blonde hair fell into his eyes. Naturally, his suit catches your eye again too; the pretty red roses looking a little different this time.

Roses had always been your favorite.

You send him a faint smile before you face the crowd again. It was an embarrassment that another suitor had taken away your current dance partner away. This was your suitors ball after all, but in that moment you couldn’t have cared less.

Guinea pig wasn’t here.

He didn’t ask you to dance.

Your dream was wrong, and he didn’t exist.

You walked back towards your seat, hoping to get a little rest after dancing for so long.

Despite how you were feeling, you kept your poise and grace as you went. Anyone watching would have thought you weren’t phased.

Everyone but your mother.

She met you back at your seat, brushing off suitors who were approaching you to dance in her wake.

“Are you alright, My Dear?” She asks, sitting down next to you whilst taking a sip of her drink.

You smile her way.

“Yes.”

“His eyes.” She mutters.

You stare at her in confusion.

“Your father got in the habit of gazing at me like that.” She finishes.

Within another minute, she was up and off, but not without leaving you with one last statment.

“Roses also deserve to be picked, regardless of their thorns.” She whispers, just enough for only you to hear, then you are once again left all alone to the maze that is your mind.

You look over to him.

He danced with this fake smile, his flirty eyes contrary to how lightly he grasped the young ladies waist.

It was all the confirmation you needed.

You knew he’d loved you your whole childhood.

You just knew.

Without thinking, you make your way across the ballroom floor.

Nothing could stop you.

No one.

“Your Highness?” A voice chimes up, trying to stop you on your way towards your destiny. You stop, but your eyes are still fixated on Ricky.

“Yes?” You say awkwardly, not even looking their way.

“Hello,” they bow, and you’re barely able to see their figure out of your peripheral vision, sight still set on one of the few blondes in the room.

“Uh- I’m a Prince from Sector Two, and I couldn’t help but-“ He notices your averted attention.

“-I couldn’t help but be in awe of-“ He follows your gaze.

Oh.

You finally take a moment to look towards the owner of the voice tripping over their words. You are met with a shy young man, smiling down in defeat, dimpled lines on the apples of his cheeks.

Him.

“I’m, sorry.” He says before he clears his throat to speak again.

“I couldn’t help but be in awe of your beauty, and it seems I know why.” He finishes. He finally looks you in the eyes.

Sung Hanbin, Sector Two.

“You have eyes I long for, but I see they burn for something else.” He finishes saying, a heartbreakingly respectful but sad smile gracing his face.

You just stare back in awe.

“Have a wonderful night, Your Majesty.” He says, defeat running rampant in his pretty eyes.

“I wish you happiness and health in abundance; truly.” He lets out, bowing before sending you one last smile.

He’s real.

You’re taken aback for a moment as you watch his figure fade back into the crowd, but then you remember the fire that was lit inside you before this interaction.

Right.

Whiskers was sadly the last of your worries right now, and the next thing that happens just confirms this.

When you turn back around, you meet eyes with him.

This time, he’s closer than you’d thought he’d be and you almost bump into his chest as a whole. With a few swift movements his hand finds your elbow, helping to steady you.

You can feel the warmth from him seep onto you—or maybe it was coming from you?

“There you are. I thought pretty boy might have entranced you.” He states, shooting a look in the direction whiskers had left. He over fixates on that area but you continue to look up at him and stare, taking him in all over again.

When he looks back down at you, the glint in his eyes change.

Ricky.

“Prince Quanrui.” You utter out.

His eyes turn blank.

You chuckle.

“Ricky?” You question, searching his eyes for change.

His eyebrows frown, and he tilts his head at you with his hands still placed on your elbow, but there’s that spark of life that’s ignited after you call him by his nickname.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” He questions, completely confused.

You smile up at him genuinely.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever regarded him as adorable before, but what was cute if not him right now?

“I really love daisies, did you know?” You ask, taking him in for all that he is, not caring if you two were stood standing in the middle of the banquet.

He speaks up quickly after registering your words, leaving no time or space to ponder them, “Nonsense, roses are your favorite—especially the red ones. Who are you and what did you do with the Queen?” He asks playfully, letting go of your arm and looking around like the playfull person he always was.

You stare at him, probably smiling like an idiot. He just waits for your response but when it never comes, he looks down at you in confusion.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He finally decides to ask once his eyes land on yours.

“Ricky, I know you’re in love with me.” You state plainly.

His heart drops and you can see the warmth leave his face. He scoffs ironically, and looks around anxiously whilst he dusts himself off.

“Wow, that’s a good one, Your Highness. You’re really getting good at that-“ He starts, but before he can finish his fluster of a comeback, you grab him by the collar and pull him close.

It wasn’t close enough for your faces to be touching, but now your faces were closer than they’d ever been before. You can hear his breath get caught in his throat, and you watch as he gulps in order to cope with what was happening.

You smirk, looking into his eyes.

You were definitely starting to feel the power of a Queen alright.

“Ricky, I’m going to walk away. And when I do, I will continue to walk and never look back.” You whisper as you study him.

You watch as his eyes looked down to your lips and back up.

Precisely.

However, before you could even pull away, you are yanked forward as he brings his lips next to your ear.

“Let’s say you are correct; I am madly in love with you,” He starts out as a whisper, “…are you willing to deal with the repercussions?”

His tone is playful, and you can hear the smile in his words. He was definitely acknowledging the fact that you two had already been acting so inappropriately infront of all your guests—yet he did not care and was waiting for your permission to proceed.

Waiting for you to acknowledge him fully for what he was.

The sworn enemy who was supposed to hate your guts.

You smirk as you pull away.

“Rules and repercussions are for the people; I am your Queen.” You state boldly, a smile radiating onto your face.

He smiles too, your words garnering a laugh as he pulls away and slightly throws his head back in amusement.

He was really something.

When he leans back towards your face in an effort to keep the conversation between just the two of you, your heart to ascends into your throat.

“Y/n, are you serious?” He asks as he searches in each of your eyes for any sign of regret or even a glint of mischief. He really hoped this wasn’t a joke despite your two’s very playful attitudes.

You watch him, knowing that deep down this is all you’ve ever wanted. Then you send him a smile; and it’s all the confirmation he needs.

Within seconds he pulls you in, placing his pretty lips onto yours.

Finally.

Even the gasps you could hear from around you couldn’t tear you out of the moment you were having.

He was delicate with you; moving his lips on yours like you’d wither from beneath him. His hand that now held your waist inched you closer and closer; it was as if the act you two were in the middle of still wasn’t close enough for him.

When you finally pull away, he places one last kiss on your lips, before he stares down at them. A grin makes it’s way onto his face before he’s looking around at the people in the room without ever meeting your eyes.

He ignores the angry looks on his people’s face, deciding to shoot them the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen as he focuses back in on you.

“I knew the dream potion would work, maybe meeting you through your dreams wasn’t a bad idea.” He mutters, grasping your hand and pulling you back in and close to him.

Your expression falls as your eyes go wide.

“What did you say?” You ask, half trying to process his words, half going to lose your mind if you heard him correctly.

He freezes and stares down at you like a dear caught in headlights.

Once again, you don’t know why that imagery popped in your head, but alas.

“It’s nothing, Your Majesty. May i have this dance?” He asks cheekily, not knowing if he should continue to play it off or make a run for it. He was always so playful and mischievous.

He was always so…himself.

He was always Ricky.

And you liked every bit of him unfortunately.

He was your favorite.

“Going once…Going twice…” He lets out playfully, holding his hand out closer towards you to take. You do so gracefully, a smile now making its way back onto your face.

When he leads you to the center of the dance floor, he pulls you close and urges you to rest your head near his heart. The music plays on and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you two in disbelief—but it did not matter.

This was your favorite place to be.

“Did you know I actually prefer daisies?” Ricky speaks out of nowhere, his soothing tone cutting through the music that played throughout the hall as you lifted your head and searched his eyes.

There it was again.

That pretty cat-eye gaze of his; fixated only on you.

“They’re my favorite, Y/n…”

“You’re my favorite.”

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lucy90712 · 4 months

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hii

pls could write a Jude Bellingham x reader YN is Jobes best friend since they were like 5 and YN moved next door, she always had a crush on Jude and everyone could tell but he always turned her down and then he sees her tryna move on and he’s like what’d u think ur doing

WC: 2.8k Ever since I was born pretty much I've known the Bellinghams. When I was born Jude was a little over a year old and then Jobe was born about a year after that. Our parents were friends before any of us were born and they lived just down the road from each other so all of us have been around each other pretty much from the day we were born. As we grew up I only became closer with both Jude and Jobe but as we've gotten older I have gotten closer to Jobe as he's around more and I just feel like I have more in common with him than I do with Jude as he's older so he can always do things before we can.

One of the other reasons I think I'm not as close with Jude is because I've had a crush on him for a while, when he moved away to go and play in Germany my feelings for him started to change. It seemed like he became a man all of a sudden, he wasn't the Jude I used to know from when we were in our early teens he was different, all of a sudden he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Whenever he came home all I could do was admire him and the muscles he'd clearly been working hard to get as well as his face which just seemed so perfect. It was obvious to everyone that I has a crush on Jude even Jobe made fun of me a few times for fawning over his brother. There came a time when Jude sat me down and tried letting me down gently saying that he thought we were better off as friends which hurt a hell of a lot at the time but I've since got over that disappointment.

Sadly I never got over my feelings for Jude instead I just distracted myself with other guys who were nowhere near as good as Jude and honestly half of them I didn't even really like but it was only a bit of harmless flirting I never went any further as I just didn't want to. I know one day I'll meet a guy I love as much if not more than Jude and then I'll be happier than I am now pining over a guy that doesn't even like me back. It's been a while since I've seen Jude as he's been so busy with the end of the season which has actually helped me quite a lot as not seeing him and trying not to pay much attention to things he posts has kept him out my mind. All of this has been on purpose too as my birthday is today and I didn't want to only be thinking about Jude on my birthday.

With it being my 18th birthday all my friends have convinced me to go out clubbing with them. They've all turned 18 already and have been out quite a few times and they want me to join them. There has been times they've tried to convince me to get a fake id but I refused as I'm not bothered about going out plus it wouldn't work anyway as quite a few people here know who I am because of my friendship with Jude and Jobe so I never bothered. Sadly Jobe can't come and enjoy my birthday with me as he's not 18 yet but I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him as he said he didn't want to not see me on my birthday. We've spent all of our past birthdays together and I couldn't be the one to ruin that tradition plus I think I'll enjoy spending the day with Jobe more than I will then going out.

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As it's my birthday I wanted to sleep in for a bit longer than I usually would but that didn't happen as the sound of my phone notifications woke me up. When I looked at it my home screen was flooded with notifications of texts and Instagram posts from my friends. I answered a few texts before there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum came in with breakfast for me which she'd spent her morning making. She had to go to work but she promised that she'd give me my presents later before I go out which didn't bother me as I don't need any presents I just want to enjoy my birthday.

Once my mum had left I went back to looking at my phone and replying to people, at some point I went on Instagram and saw that Jude had tagged me on his story and I don't think I've ever clicked on a notification so quickly. He had posted a picture of the two of us from when we were younger covered in mud from where we'd been playing outside in the rain with a caption wishing me a happy birthday. It made me feel all warm inside that he bothered to post something instead of just texting me as he doesn't post much that isn't to do with football.

After I'd caught up on my notifications I got myself out of bed and got ready so I could go and see Jobe. He wanted me to go to his so I text him just before I left the house so he'd be expecting me. Seeing as its only a few minutes down the road I was happy to walk plus it's such a nice day that I wanted to get outside and soak up the sun even if it's only for a few minutes. When I arrived I didn't even get the chance to knock on the door before it swung open and Jobe tackled me straight into a hug. Jobe has always been like this with me we are just so close that we are always excited when we get to spend time together especially on special days like birthdays. Eventually he let go of me and allowed me inside but he quickly covered my eyes as he said he had a surprise waiting for me in the living room. I was a bit nervous as you never know what a Jobe surprise will be but I had a bit of faith that he wouldn't do anything I'd hate on my birthday.

It felt like we walked forever but eventually we stopped and Jobe instructed me to open my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust but when they did the first thing I saw was a smiling Jude sat on the sofa. If it were possible my jaw would've hit the floor as Jude wasn't supposed to be home he was supposed to still be in Germany for another week but there he was and I definitely wasn't seeing things.

"Happy birthday y/n/n" Jude said

"What are you doing here I thought you still had to be in Germany" I questioned

"You didn't think I'd miss your 18th did you plus I may have lied to be able to surprise you" he said

"I'm so happy you're here it's been ages since I've seen you" I said

He got up and gave me a hug before ushering me to sit down while him and Jobe ran off somewhere. They came back a minute later holding far too many presents which they piled on my lap so that I couldn't move anymore. I tried telling them off for getting me so many unnecessary presents but they insisted that it was necessary as in their words you only turn 18 once. Seeing as they were both so excited about it I opened the presents in whatever order they agreed on which did involve a bit of arguing but we got there in the end. They got me so many nice things that made me feel so loved but also a bit bad as I could never afford to do the same for them.

"Thank you guys so much I really appreciate everything but you shouldn't have gotten me so much I'll never be able to top or even match that" I said

"It's ok we don't need you to do anything for us we just love having you around" Jobe said

"Aww you're going to make my cry" I said

"Don't cry instead tell me what you've got planned for today" Jude said

"Well first I'm hanging out with you guys but then my friends convinced me to go out tonight" I said

"Is it just you and your friends going?" Jude asked

"Yeah me and I think 3 of the girls the rest can't make it" I said

"Well I'm coming with you whether you like it or not I'm not letting you go out for the first time without someone to keep you safe" he said super seriously

"I'll be fine Jude I won't even drink that much" I said

"I don't care it's not safe for you to be going out with just a few of your friends I promise I'll leave you be I just can't let you go alone" he said

"Fine you can come but be prepared the girls will go crazy" I laughed

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I spent the rest of the day with Jude and Jobe just hanging out like we used to do all the time when we were a bit younger. They even got me a cake which they definitely aren't supposed to eat with their diet but they did and made me promise not to tell anyone. A bit later I had to leave to get ready but not before Jude cornered me to make me promise to text him when I was ready to go and he'd come over so we could go together. I was still anxious about him coming as for one I don't want to get drunk and say something stupid to him but also I didn't want him to be on my mind all night. Tonight was supposed to be the night I get to let go and enjoy myself and maybe find a guy I like to flirt with but I feel like I can't do that with Jude around as my mind will be on him the entire time. I appreciate his concern about me going out but I can handle myself and I'd be fine without him. That being said it's been a long time since I've really spent any time with him so it will be nice to have Jude there.

Once I was home and getting ready I was texting my friends to get their opinion on my outfit as I don't really know what to wear out. They helped me get it down to two options but once I told them Jude was coming they picked the shorter tighter dress straight away as they know I like Jude so I guess they are being good friends. Seeing as they picked a nice dress I decided to go all out on my hair and makeup too and if I do say so myself I looked pretty good. After I'd done a few touch ups I text Jude to let him know I was ready and headed downstairs to put my shoes on as I knew he'd be a few minutes.

Jude arrived and honked the horn of his car to get me to go outside (let's just pretend he can drive) so I made my way to the car slowly trying to not fall over with my heels on the gravel of the driveway. Jude must've noticed my struggle as he got out the car and helped me into the passenger side of the car.

"You look beautiful" he said

"Thank you" I said feeling my cheeks turn pink

"You know you don't have to drive if you want to drink we can get an Uber" I said

"No it's ok I won't drink I'm only going to make sure you and you're friends are ok" he said

"They're all really excited that your coming I think they might spend more time with you than they will with me" I laughed

"I won't let them you'll barely notice I'm there" he smiled

We arrived at the club and true to his word Jude disappeared as soon as I was with my friends although he did instruct me to put any drinks I had on a tab he'd make for me as he didn't want to me pay for anything on my birthday. He'd gone before I could argue with him so I didn't bother I just did exactly what he told me to and got myself a drink before heading to dance with my friends. As I was dancing my friends told me that there was a guy who wouldn't stop staring at me so I managed to sneak a glance in his direction and he was actually really cute. He noticed me looking at him and shot me a smile before making his way over.

Straight away he complimented me but not just on my outfit which made me let down my guard a little bit as I could tell he was genuinely interested in me. Once he found out it was my birthday he wished me a happy birthday and offered to buy me a drink which I was happy to accept. As we both sipped on our drinks we started properly talking and we just got on like a house on fire. We actually had a few things in common and he was such a nice guy that it was hard not to get along with him. Once we finished our drinks he took me back to the dance floor and we danced together. To begin with he didn't have his hands on me but I grabbed his arms and put his hands on my waist as I was feeling little more confident than usual.

I was really enjoying myself dancing and laughing with this guy my mind was only thinking about him and not about Jude at all. It's been so long since I've thought about any guy in front of me and not compared him to Jude, it was honestly so nice to have finally found a guy that made me forget about Jude and that clearly had the same feelings that I did. My enjoyment was short lived though as not long after I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, I was about to punch the person until I got a look at them and realised it was Jude and honestly I still kind of wanted to punch him as he was supposed to leave me be and I was actually enjoying myself.

He dragged me all the way out of the club and back to the car which is when he finally let go of his grip on my arm and I just stared at him. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a good few moments until I decided I wanted to go back in if he wasn't going to talk but as soon as I turned around he grabbed my arm again and brought me back to face him. Again the staring ensued and I was really starting to get annoyed.

"What's going on Jude if you aren't going to say anything let me go I was enjoying my time with that guy" I said

"I can't let you go back in" he said hastily

"Tell me why then as I'm not going to stand here forever" I said

"Because I'm jealous ok I don't know why but seeing you with that guy made me realise that I've been lying to myself for a long time I do have feelings for you I've just been trying to tell myself I don't as I don't want to ruin our friendship" he admitted

"What you have feelings for me?" I questioned in complete disbelief

"Yeah I do I know that I made it seem like I didn't see you that way but I have had feelings for a while I just didn't want to change things between us or make things awkward with you and Jobe as I know how close you both are but I can't keep lying I want to be with you y/n" he said

"I think it's pretty clear that I still have feelings for you and I really want to give us a go I know it will be different but let's be honest Jobe’s been wishing we'd get together for ages so I'm sure everything will be ok" I said

"Then will you be my girlfriend officially?" He asked

"I would love to" I smiled

"Now let's go and have some proper fun" he said taking my hand to lead me back inside

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I love your writing so much!!

Can you kaybe do a Ralf Aron one where him and the readers parents go way back and they always thought that Ralf and the reader were going to marry each other?

Skip To That Part (Ralf Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Clearly (THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE)

Warnings: None (no physical descriptions of reader)

POV: Second Person (You/you)

W.C. 1270

Summary: Let's just skip to the best part of the wedding (save me from embarrassment). + Song Rec

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Today was the day. Your wedding day. As cliche as it sounded, you were excited to start the new chapter. Sure, not much of a new chapter when you grew up with your future husband, but a step forward nonetheless. Ralf and you had been friends since primary school and together since you were teens. You were interested in engineering, so it was easy to follow him around everywhere. You were able to help with his karts, and it was only a matter of time before he put a ring on your finger.

The only thoughts that ran through your head as you stood at the altar were that you could not believe it. All that planning was finally coming to fruition, and so far, it was perfect. The skies were clear, the weather was nice and the wedding itself was small. You only wanted your closest family and friends since you were both pretty reserved. Plus, this was your day. Neither of you needed to justify your want to have a small ceremony or reception.

There was one very important part of the ceremony, though. It was something you were looking forward to, and when you first told Ralf about it, he thought it was a great idea. You had heard about people having their parents or married family members give you advice or tell a story during the ceremony, and every video you saw of it made you want to include it in your day.

Your concentration (or lack thereof) when your mom and Ralf’s mom stood before you. You chuckled nervously before they took the place of the officiant and faced the rest of your families.

“Before we get started with the advice,” Your mom started as a few of your families looked at your mothers.

“We thought now would be a good time for a story,” His mom finished off. Everyone laughed, but you looked at Ralf nervously, knowing this was probably going to be an embarrassing story. His mom waited for everything to calm down before gesturing to your mom and saying, “For some background, I have known her for years.”

“That’s right! At least 30 years!” Your mom laughed, playing along. “And we said that when we had kids, we would force them to be friends.”

“Well, lucky for us, our kids didn’t need to be forced!” The entire group erupted in laughter as you leaned to try and hide your face in Ralf’s shoulder. “These two were always attached. I don’t even think I ever saw you apart!”

“I can think of one time where I walked in on you two-” Your mom started, but by the glint in her eyes, you knew this was not a story you wanted to air out.

“Mom, please don’t embarrass me too much on my wedding day,” You cut her off immediately. No one needed to know that story. Some things just needed to stay between you and her, and this was one of them.

“Ok, we won’t say that story,” Your mom conceded as she brought her hand up to fix a hair that had fallen in front of your eyes. “But I will say this. One day, we took them to the local karting track. This was back when they both wanted to be F1 drivers.”

“Oh right! To say Ralf got beaten to a pulp was an understatement,” His mom chuckled, poking fun at her son.

“We were like 7!” Ralf defended himself with a laugh.

“Anyways,” Your mom dragged out before gesturing to you, “You climbed out of that kart so quickly and ran to Ralf. I don’t even think I’ve seen Lightning McQueen go faster than that!”

“You hit him with such momentum that it knocked him over! Good thing you both were wearing helmets,” His mom joked. The rest of the guests also laughed as both of your cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I said right then and there you two would get married, so thank you for making me 100 euros richer.”

“You bet money on my love life?” Ralf gasped as his mom added the last part. “I should get at least half! I mean, it is my life!”

“And I get the significant other’s tax of 50%,” You joked with everyone, but once everyone calmed down, you turned to your mom and mother-in-law, “Did you really make a bet based on that one interaction?”

“Oh no!” They both said quickly, almost offended at the accusation.

“There’s plenty of instances that led to the bet,” His mom said.

“Like when you first met, and you grabbed his hand and said, ‘mine’ before dragging him into your room.”

“Or when you both raced against each other, swapped cars and immediately said each other’s cars sucked.”

“Or when you joined Prema just to travel with him during his F4 and F3 champaigns.”

“Or when you said you couldn’t stand each other after every other time you hung out.”

“Or when you both admitted to not wanting to ruin your friendships because of your feelings,” Your mom exasperated. “I had to listen to it for three years! We had to do something!”

“What do you mean you had to do something?” You and Ralf asked skeptically. You did not like the sound of that. Neither of you did.

“Let’s just say someone had to give you a little push but don’t shoot the messenger,” His mom replied quickly as she raised her hands in surrender. That’s when you realized what they were talking about.

You were 15 when you became official with Ralf. He slipped a note in your post box, and you knew it was him because it was his handwriting. You knew his handwriting like the back of your hand. It was a love letter that you still had to this day. As soon as you read his confession, you went to his house and admitted your feelings. The rest was history.

However, the way his mom said, “Don't shoot the messenger” got you thinking. You never mentioned the letter to Ralf, thinking he delivered it, but the way she said it seemed suspicious.

“Did you give me that letter?” You decided to just bite the bullet and ask.

“What letter?” Ralf asked as he glanced between you and his mom confused. “What am I missing here?”

“Ralf, did you or did you not confess to me through a letter?”

“No…” He trailed off but picked it back up in a second. “I wrote a letter once, but I threw it away. I was going to give it to you, but the day after I wrote it, you came over and confessed. I didn’t need to give it to you.”

“Would it happen to have started with, ‘How about we shift our gears and drive into the sunset together? Because with you, every road feels like a scenic route’?” His face said it all as his eye snapped to his mom. “So the bet is invalid because the messenger interfered. I petition to just move on and never speak of it again.”

With a laugh, they sat back down, and the officiant stood between us again. Just as the officiant was about to call up the first couple to give us advice, Ralf stopped them.

“Can we just skip to the part where we kiss? We can do the advice during the reception, but that story took forever,” Ralf pressed as he tried to pull you closer. The officiant looked at you for approval, to which you nodded with a sigh.

“I think it’s time we skip to that part.”

~~~~~

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Evening Café

cw: confession fic, slight pokemon attack,

pairing: Guzma/Reader

He was not the type you would expect to find at a café.

What, with his tired eyes, bleached white hair, and athleisure attire. Well, you would not pretend that you did not have the odd customer pop in similarly dressed before him, but they were usually in and out before you could give them too much thought. It was his order that made you notice him, too.

Hot cocoa.

You did not truly care what your patrons ordered, so long as they were at least on the menu and any substitutions were within reason and in the store. It just seemed like an odd order for him. He often came in later in the day when the store had long cleared out and hung around until it was just before closing time. He made occasional conversation, regularly telling you about what a terrifying trainer he was. You wondered about that. Especially when brought out one of his pokemon during his time in your café.

The Masquerain had flown around him eagerly. He even asked for a cup of sugar water for the bug-type to enjoy. You offered it with ease. He also had his Golisopod out fairly frequently during his visits. The bond between both of them together was always sweet to see him pet the giant pokemon or watch as it pestered him for attention or a treat. His attempts at intimidation tactics really had no effect on you, either way, when he tried them. As long as he continued to just be a casual regular who came in for a cup of whatever, you did not care. His softer side had already been unintentionally revealed.

The bell rang as you checked your ingredients supply. You turned around to see him awkwardly standing about with two teens at his side. That was also not an uncommon sight to see. A smile fell across your face as you walked up to him. “Hi!” you held a cheery tone as you approached the counter. The girl with hot-pink haired looked mortified by your behaviour, while the boy kept an indifferent look. He always seemed to wrangle in types like that on the trips he had tag alongs. “What can I get you today?” you asked.

“A black coffee and, uh,” the white-haired man turned to the girl, “What did you want again?” You giggled as she squinted at the menu for a moment.

“Lele fruit chiller,” she said, and you nodded. The juice had become quite popular as the temperature grew hotter. Its bright magenta colour was a favourite among your patrons, too. The boy looked over your menu with a sigh.

“Boss, there's nothing here that sounds good,” he told the white-haired man, “… You got anything that doesn't feel like it'll cook me from the inside or isn't a shade of purple?” The oldest of the three shot a glare at the boy and made you laugh a bit. He was completely unaware he just insulted his companion's regular place.

“Er, I do have some sodas,” you replied, “Does that sound alright?” He just nodded, trying to ignore the upset he had given your odd patron. The two teens wandered off to a table while the white-haired man hung around. You gave his a curious look.

“I take it you don't actually want coffee,” you gave him a playful grin, watching as he gazed away from you in a slight embarrassment, “I'll make your usual, then.” He gave you a nod before finally walking off to join his companions. You wondered where he found all the troubled teens he showed up it. He always tried to play his actions aloof and distant, but you found yourself observing him more when he brought company with him. Boss, they all called him. You supposed that was the Team Skull you had heard was causing issues around the islands. Well, you supposed it was not really your problem.

You quickly worked to make their drinks and serve it to them.

Time passed away, and you found yourself walking home from your café long after the sun had sunken behind the horizon. There was little worry about danger in a region like Alola, so you had thought nothing of it. You did not live far from your café, anyway. It was an ordinary night walk. A few nocturnal pokemon roamed. Wingulls found a way to menacingly hang around the area. A warm breeze crossed your skin as you walked down the road. Everything felt peaceful.

This, however, quickly came to a sudden shift as a man seemingly came out of nowhere. You tried to move around him, but he stood in the middle of the road. He was wearing a mask over his face and dark clothing. There was some bright red logo on his shirt, but you barely had time to register it as you tried to just get away. Everything about him read completely suspicious. His hand went for a pokeball, and you tried to go for your own. He was too quick, however. A large serpentine pokemon was sent out, and you froze. At any moment, it looked ready to attack you. Its sharp teeth bared as it let out a hiss.

You screamed. It was not at all intentional, but the sound broke free of your throat without your consent. The following moments were followed by a sudden figure rushing out from behind you to tackle your attacker. The pokemon turned its attention to the scene, finally giving you a chance to pull out your own pokemon. Quickly, you knocked it out with your partner.

Your attention shifted to the attacker, to see your odd patron pinning the guy to the ground. You felt stunned.

“Where did you come from?” you asked him, genuinely confused as to how he came to your rescue so fast. The attacker finally managed to get the upper hand. He called back his fainted pokemon and ran off into the foliage. You needed to alert the police about this later. Your patron crossed his arms and wore a deep frown.

“I was on the beach with my Golisopod,” he answered, “Why are you walking alone so late at night?” His expression was something like a disappointed older brother. You wanted to laugh.

“I got caught up cleaning,” you replied, “These things don't normally happen here, you know.” It was luck that you had someone near to rush to help you. “... Gosh, what do I owe you now…” you immediately turned to wondering how to repay him. He scoffed.

“Get home before it's this late,” he replied, “Or, hell, call me, and I'll walk you back.” You turned to him. A snort came from you.

“I expected you to say something a lot worse,” you had taken him as the type of guy to make an innuendo, “I don't even know your name, how can I call you?” His eyes went wide.

“You don't know my name?” he suddenly snapped out of it with a shit-eating grin, “I'm big, bad Guzma!” A title like that may have fit him, had you not seen his softer side already.

“Guzma…” you repeated. Was that not a name of a flower? Tilting your head, you realised you were staring at him. You exchanged numbers with him that night, and he insisted on walking you home. Guzma appeared to be a bit more of an oddity than you first thought. Ah, well, it made him all the more fun to have around, you supposed.

A few weeks went by without a sign from the big, bad man, and you wondered about him. You had started a few conversations with him, but they were more light-hearted and not quite at the point where you could demand to know his whereabouts. Maybe he had got busy with something related to his group. Perhaps he had got into the lucrative field of Wimpod breeding. You had known quite a few people who would go mad for the isopod pokemon. It was also possible he found a better place to buy his hot cocoa.

There was little you could do, so you settled yourself back into life, hoping for no repeats of that night.

It was as the evening began to lull in and the appearances of customers grew rarer and rare, that the bell chimed. You called out your generic greeting as you remained turned around and taking care of some dishes. When you did, however, you spotted him. He looked… different. Obviously, his hair and face were the same, but something about his clothes felt off. You walked toward the counter almost instantly. “Hey, Guzma,” you greeted more personally, “How have you been? I haven't seen you for a minute.”

He scratched the back of his head. You noticed his previously dented glasses had been fixed. When his arm moved back down, you noticed the previous ink markings on them were gone. “I got caught up in some stuff,” he replied, “I'm back now. Doubt I'm goin' anywhere like that again.” You wondered what had exactly happened to him.

“Well, it's nice to see you again,” you told him softly, “You want your normal order?” He nodded and took a seat near the counter. When you thought on it, you had not really seen or heard much of Team Skull for a while, either. Had something happened there? It seemed like it would probably be a sore topic to push with him. You finished his drink and brought it out to him. Feeling a bit daring, you took a seat across from him. “I missed having you pop in as my evening company,” you smiled at him.

“... I missed coming,” he said after taking a sip, wiping off the liquid on his upper lip with his hand. You handed him a napkin, and he wiped it off properly. “Nothing happened while I was away, right?” he seemed genuinely worried about you.

“Not a thing,” you replied, “If you want, you can finally take up your offer of walking me home again.” He gave you one of his normal grins, making your chest flutter. It had finally hit you why he had captured your attention so much.

You liked him.

It felt jarring to consider, especially with how light your conversations had been up until recently. But somehow, this delinquent looking guy had completely caught your eye. All the times you watched him take care of his pokemon, or just sit in your café, had made you grow fond of him.

“… You're a sweet guy,” you giggled, “I'm glad I have someone like you around again.”

“'M not sweet,” he tried to give you a glare, “I'm trying to become Champion, now. I got a good opponent.” You had heard about the establishment of Alola's league, finally had happened. Guzma did seem to be a trainer, you supposed. He carried quite a few pokemon with him. In your texts, it had come up that he preferred bug-types even. A bug-type champion. That would be a first.

“You're extremely sweet,” you argued lightly. He just gave a huff, leading to another laugh from you. It seemed he did not want to be interpreted that way. Well, you could keep it a secret. “I mean that as you seem kind,” you continued, “Good luck with your dreams, though. I'd love to hear about a bug-type champion.” His big grin returned. Your heart fluttered. “... I have a day off tomorrow,” you reached a careful hand across the table to catch his bigger warm. It was warm and calloused. “Want to meet up? I'd love to spend more time with you,” you asked, his hand coming around yours. Big, bad Guzma, he absolutely was not around you.

“Sounds great,” he agreed, “I was just thinkin' the same thing.”

#guzma x reader #guzma/reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon guzma x reader

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The first interaction | Caroline Graham Hansen

A/N: Read p1 first for a red thread. No trigger warnings in this part.

I was wiping of the last sweat of my forehead as I finished setting up todays practice for the attackers. It devastatingly hot as the Spanish sun was going towards record breaking heat. The attackers came out, all of them looking as ready as ever. I had already analysed them, and I knew each of their weaknesses. “Fridolina, Salma and Claudia; group up to the left. Caroline, Mariona and Bruna; group up to the right.” I ordered, and the girls split up eager to see what I had planned for today. “We are doing drills, left to right, up towards east, strike three times, across the field and return. 1-2-3, let’s go!” I yelled as the girls got into action. I took notice of Caroline. She was taller than me, and I had read about her. We went to talent camp together as teens. I always thought that she was into girls, but she was very private. Even back then! Nonetheless, she was stunning. Her hands were large, and her rarely shown smile was contagious.

“Alright girls, I want you to group up.” I called after 15 mins of intensive practice. The girls fell to the grass pacing, trying to catch their breath. “Now, this feeling is what we will feel on the pitch during the last 10 minutes. We are gonna push through it. Watch me, and copy it until I call quits.” I ordered as I did a series of cordinating moves as a ran between poles and over blocks. When I finished the round, I pulled my t shirt off my tanned skin as it was once again, recording breakingly hot. Everyone started doing the exercise, and I started looking at Fridolina while making notes of what she needed support on. I turned around and catches Caroline glancing at me. “Caroline? Are there questions? Are you okay?” I said as the tall girl shook her head and started doing the exercise. I shook my head, and started taking notes once again.

Later that day, I spotted her staring at me. In the cafeteria, during the match pre meeting and during the gym session. I was over it when me and Ingrid was walking to her car, and I catched her stare again. “What’s her deal?” I asked Ingrid, and she shrugged. “I’m not too sure, she isn’t normally this awkward. “ she suggested and I brushed it off as we got into Ingrid’s car.

Over the next months, this weird thing with Caroline kept happening. I noticed her staring, but whenever I talked to her she would get all stutters. As she was getting weirded, me and the other girls were getting closer. I was also marking my spot as an assistant trainer when Jonathan on multiple occasions had me be a stand in during practice. I had developed a close knitted relationship to quite a few of the girls, but Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia and Lucy were of the closest. Lucy would often play flirt with me, and I thought it was hilarious. Over the next 6 months, we grew closer. Like sisters, she would tease me and I would kick her ass in practice.

After a very particularly hard practice, I was clearing the pitch for equipment as the girls had already headed home for the day. I had turned my music on full and I was listening to “Typisk norsk å være god». It was blasting out on full volume and i was having the time of my life. It was friday, and i was feeling ready for Lucy’s birthday weekend shenanigans.

“Uhm, listen, Benedic-“ a female voice begun but was quickly shut down by my shrieks of horror as my heart went from 50 to 180 in the span of 1 second. “GRAHAM, you scared me!” I yelled as the tall brunette was walking awkwardly towards me, almost resembling a baby giraffe. The girl was rubbing her neck while staring into the grass. “I just, ehm, regarding, you know-“ she stuttered. “Oh my, whenever you are ready” I stated as an ironically looked at my sports watch. “Never mind” the brunette stuttered as she was turning her tall frame and walked towards the warderobe.

I sighted as I was trying to catch up to her, considering our 47 cm height difference. “Caroline, wait up.” I cooed at her as I was shortening the distance by the second. I catched her as she entered the now empty team warderobe. She sat down underneath her cubby with her name and face printed on the wall with her hands rubbing her knees. I could tell that she was nervous, and I was flattered. “Let’s try again shall we?” I said as I sat down on the physio bench in the middle of the room, but still in front of her. She still looked down with her serious face. I mean, she always has a serious face, that’s her thing. Stone cold, hard working and dedicated. I dangled my feet on the physio bench as I pointed towards her picture on the wall. “You see that girl?” I started, as she shot a quick gaze towards where I was pointing. “I think she is hard working, dedicated, confident and very passionate.” I stated while staring at her picture in awe as a smiled lovingly. “Now, what seems to be the issue for this hard working girl?” I repeated. “Strugglig with your right to left transitions?” I suggested. “What, no!” She stated, knowing that I knew that her transitions were always perfect.

“I just-listen Benedicte. I’m not very good with talking to new people. But I was trying to remember where I have seen you before, because I’m confident that I have seen you but I can’t seem to-“ she said as her speech was picking up the pace. “Statoil talentleir” I smiled as I let out a small laugh. “I remember, who could ever forget those a girl with eyes like the sea during the biggest of storms?” I smiled, and she looked down again as she blushed. I could see that she was hiding a grin, and I smiled again looking back on the memory. “It was around 2012, you were 17. I was around 13. You had your stilly little hairband across your forehead and I pulled it. It smacked your forehead and you had a bright purple spot for the whole camp.” I stated as a let out a chuckle.

The thing was, that I was younger than her. She was 1995, and I was 1999. That didn’t stop me, as I liked my women older. “Are you going to Lucy’s birthday dinner tonight?” I asked to break the silence as I realised that we were running out of time and I was not gonna miss out on a chance to party. “I’m not sure..” Caroline shyly stated, and I stood up. “Well.” I said as a reached my hand out. “I want you to come, Caz” I said as my new nickname for the tall framed girl slipped. She smiled softly “as you please, coach” she chuckled as her smile lit up the room.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #barcelona women

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Hi first off I love your writing and second I was wondering if you could pretty please write a image of Gavi where he and reader became teen parents at 16 to a little girl and no one knew about her but family and close friends because Gavi and reader wanted to keep her out of the public eye once Gavi started to become more famous but it’s her birthday and she is turning 2 and on her birthday Gavi had a game and reader and baby girl went to his game like always but before the game him and reader decided that if he made a goal that he would be able to dedicate it to her so he was excited about the game and he made a goal obviously and for his celebration he but the ball under his shirt and put up 2 fingers for her age??

A/N: this one is so cute!

Warnings: ⚠️ none

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They all wanted to know who the golden boy was dating. What they didn’t know was that he and you had been together since you were fourteen. You and Gavi had met when his family had moved to Barcelona. Within a year your families had become extremely close and your parents were left to oversee him as his family returned to Sevilla and Gavi stayed in Barcelona.

You spent any free time he had together. Eventually as you grew up you became a couple. And as some would say, unfortunately, when you were sixteen became parents. The day you found out is as clear as day even now that a few years have passed.

You and Gavi locked in your bedroom as you waited for the test to reveal what your future would look like. Gavi pacing around wondering why he hadn’t been more careful.

-If you are pregnant I’ll leave La Masia tomorrow and find a job. Don’t worry.

You looked over at your boyfriend and rolled your eyes. -Getting on the Barça first team will make you more money than any job you can find Pablo. You’re not leaving your dreams for me.

He walked over closer to you and hugged you. -I love you Y/N. No matter what.

A few minutes later you laid on the bathroom floor as you held the positive pregnancy test. Gavi next to you with his hands around his head. Tears down your eyes. He turned to you.

-Look at me.

You turned your attention to him trying to hold in your tears.

-It’s you and me okay? And now the baby. Against the world. I will always love you, no matter what.

You smiled as he leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

The following days were hectic to say the least. Your parents couldn’t believe they had let something like that happen and Gavi’s parents arrived a day later from Sevilla. They apologized but in reality it wasn’t their fault or your parents’.

As the days went by everyone calmed down and it was as if they had become used to the idea. A few months later your little girl was born, Lucia.

You and Gavi did everything to make it work. He helped care for Lucia while you went to school and your parents helped the two of you while Gavi had to be at practice.

Now, two years later Gavi was playing with Barça’s first team. He had gone to the World Cup with the Spanish national team and he had won the golden boy award. But nobody knew about you or Lucia.

-I guess Lucia and I can wait for you nearby after today’s practice. - you said as Gavi got ready for practice. He nodded his head and added -That works, and after we can go buy Lucia’s dress for her birthday.-

You packed Lucia’s bag and Gavi could tell something wasn’t right. -What’s wrong, amor?-

-I don’t know how long we will be able to hide Lucia or myself. The other day the people waiting outside of practice almost saw us go into the same taxi as you.- you explained.

Gavi picked up Lucia who was standing next to him and walked over to you. -Who says we have to keep on hiding it?-

You looked up at him. -They won’t like it. You know they are even pinning you with the princess.-

-But I already have my princess.- he looked at Lucia. -And my queen.- he leaned in and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

-I don’t see why we should continue to hide it. They should just care about how I do in the team. You or Lucia have nothing to do with it.-

You smiled. -Whatever you decide, Gavi. Remember, I’ll always love you, no matter what.-

The next few days were full of preparation for Lucia’s second birthday. Gavi was over the moon because he thought this would be the first birthday Lucia would remember. He wanted everything to be perfect.

The day before Lucia’s birthday Gavi came home late from practice.

-Y/N!-

-What’s going on?- you asked.

-If I score tomorrow, I want to let everyone know about Lucia. And you.-

You looked at him taken aback. -Are you sure about this Pablo?- he nodded and smiled.

The next day at the match you sat in the same bleachers you always had along with Lucia. The fans had always thought you were some sort of season ticket holder at Camp Nou because they had never seen you with any player. But the two of you never missed a game with Gavi’s jerseys on.

To your surprise that afternoon when you and Lucia had arrived to Camp Nou one of Xavi’s assistants had given you a small bag saying it was Xavi’s gift for Lucia. When you opened it you realized it was a Barça jersey with Gavi’s number but instead of his name it says Papi, it was for Lucia.

The game started off pretty slow but eventually things got heated. Like always the older players loved to mess around with Gavi and he would become upset. Halfway through the second half Gavi got a yellow card and you knew he would soon be subbed out to avoid risking him being out for several games. You knew how devastated he would be if he didn’t get to score for your girl.

Seconds later you saw as Ferran passed the ball to Gavi who quickly took it up and managed to score. The whole stadium went wild. You and Lucia cheered. Gavi ran to the sideline and pointed up at the two of you. He took the ball and put it under his jersey which was common for players who were dedicating the goals to their pregnant wife’s or children. But Gavi took it one step further and put up two fingers in celebration of Lucia’s second birthday. He placed the ball down and then made your initial with his hands.

The crowd went wild. They all looked up at where you and Lucia were which had been where Gavi had pointed to.

Gavi ended up winning man of the match. When he got up for interviews everyone had questions about his celebration. He looked nervous up there. You knew how uncomfortable the limelight made him. He loved to play futbol but he hadn’t signed up for being famous.

-What was that celebration about? Is a friend pregnant?- asked the press.

Gavi smiled.

-It’s my daughter Lucia’s second birthday today. I would appreciate everyone wishing her a happy birthday. And the initial, that was for my fiancé.-

The room went crazy with the reporters wanting to ask all sorts of questions. Gavi looked even more confused now. He wanted to run out of there.

As one reporter began to ask more questions, Gavi quickly interrupted her.

-That’s the most I’ll go into my personal life. Please respect my privacy. And Y/N remember… I’ll always love you, no matter what.-

#pablo gavi #gavi fluff #pablo gavira #gavi imagine #gavi requests

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kithj · 11 months

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i thought it would be fun to share what i’m reading for pride :-)

pageboy by elliot page

i have been a lifelong fan of elliot page, one of my first celebrity crushes (alongside anna paquin in xmen) & if you’ve ever watched any of his other work like gaycation or there’s something in the water, you know he is very articulate & deliberate with his words & that definitely translates into his writing as well. i’m about halfway through and really enjoying it, his writing is again very deliberate and snappy, and i like how he reflects on the history of where he grew up and interweaves it with his childhood & present day. one of my favorite passages so far is when he's reminiscing about playing pretend as a boy:

"Those were some of the best times of my life, traveling to another dimension where I was... me. And not just a boy but a man, a man who could fall in love and be loved back. Why do we lose that ability? To create a whole world? A bunk bed was a kingdom, I was a boy."

stone butch blues by leslie feinberg

i’ve read this collection many years ago as a teen/early 20s and it’s actually been really hard for me to reread. i got through the first 3 chapters and had to set it aside because it was really affecting me. maybe because i’m older… anyways, not sure if i’m going to finish this reread since i don’t really think i’m in the right headspace to handle it. however there’s a lot of Leslie Feinberg’s writing available online, i’ve shared some previously and you can find them here :-) sbb is also available for free on hir website, and i do still recommend it, just be aware of the content before you start reading.

honorable mentions follow because i haven't gotten the books in the mail yet 😭

miss major speaks by miss major griffin-gracy

this book just came out this past month, and i'm waiting for my copy to arrive. i'll just share the description here:

Miss Major Griffin-Gracy is a veteran of the infamous Stonewall Riots, a former sex worker, and a transgender elder and activist who has survived Bellevue psychiatric hospital, Attica Prison, the HIV/AIDS crisis and a world that white supremacy has built. She has shared tips with other sex workers in the nascent drag ball scene of the late 1960s, and helped found one of America’s first needle exchange clinics from the back of her van. Miss Major Speaks is both document of her brilliant life–told with intimacy, warmth and an undeniable levity-and a roadmap for the challenges black, brown, queer and trans youth will face on the path to liberation today.

you can donate to miss major's fundly here

the persistent desire: a femme-butch reader edited by joan nestle

i've read some of the essays in this anthology previously, but i have a really hard time reading the scanned pages on my laptop (hurts my head) so i bit the bullet and ordered my own copy from a used bookstore. it was suspiciously cheap compared to where i've seen it elsewhere, so fingers crossed it's the real deal. i'm excited because the shop noted that it had previous wear & potential writing in the margins from the previous owner and i look forward to seeing the thoughts of the person before me :-)

i really like reading older lesbian literature, though it makes me sad sometimes that a lot of the lesbian bar culture no longer exists. i wish i could go back and talk to some of the women and butches that lived through it.

hijab butch blues by lamya h

this is next on my to-read list, i think i might jump over to this one since i've set sbb aside for now. i'll just paste the description again:

When fourteen-year-old Lamya H realizes she has a crush on her teacher—her female teacher—she covers up her attraction, an attraction she can’t yet name, by playing up her roles as overachiever and class clown. Born in South Asia, she moved to the Middle East at a young age and has spent years feeling out of place, like her own desires and dreams don’t matter, and it’s easier to hide in plain sight.

To disappear. But one day in Quran class, she reads a passage about Maryam that changes everything: when Maryam learned that she was pregnant, she insisted no man had touched her. Could Maryam, uninterested in men, be . . . like Lamya?

i'm excited to read this one and get my own copy eventually. a lot of the butch literature i've read has been from white butches (primarily leslie feinberg & ivan coyote) & i look forward to reading a new perspective. kitty tsui is also another butch whose work i really like, she has an essay in the persistent desire and i know that one has made the rounds on tumblr before.

anyways just felt like sharing ! i haven't been able to do anything for pride this year so i'm trying to fill the void a bit with reading a lot of gay/lesbian literature. hope you all are having a safe and happy pride :-)

#personal

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dilf-din · 1 year

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Then I have a request if you don’t mind! Joel x fem. Reader is italian and is in the US on holiday when the outbreak happens. She meets Joel in Jackson, she’s in her 20s and helps the community by teaching kids/teens (also Ellie) foreign languages like Spanish and French.

Joel becomes interested in her even though their age difference. You decide the rest, whatever resonates!! Could you add a bit of fluff like a bathtub scene together after Joel had a stressful day and she’s the only thing to calm him down?

change whatever you think should be changed and would make the story better and if you have any triggers about my requests please tell me!

I hope you have a great day!

Here it is!! I hope you like what I did with her character!! I did make her just a little older just for language competency’s sake.

Bonus: tons of Joel and Ellie banter

WC: 2400

Warnings: none, Joel being a flustered old man

“Vecchio uomo.”

Joel’s eyebrows drew together in confusion as ellie cackled manically. “What in the hell are you sayin’?”

“Vecchio uomo,” she repeated more slowly, “It means old man in Italian,” she finished, bursting into another fit of giggles.

Joel rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips, “And where are you learnin’ Italian?”

“We have a new teacher! She grew up in Italy, she knows like so many languages,” she gushed slinging her backpack from her shoulder and onto the kitchen table. She fished a dog eared copy of the Catcher in the Rye out of the front pocket and grabbed an apple off the counter taking a crisp bite out of it. “Have you ever read this? That Holden guy’s real messed up,” she continued, mouth full. “I like him,” she finished with a smile going to flop across the couch and get lost in her novel.

A new teacher? Joel hadn’t heard of anyone new coming in lately. He’d have to ask Tommy at dinner tonight. They were supposed to join them tonight for Jonah’s second birthday. He continued putting the finishing touches on the wooden elephant he had carved for the occasion, adding two dots for eyes and curling a small smile at the base of the trunk. He sanded it down one more time then set it on the table satisfied.

Ellie was chasing Jonah around the living room while he cackled like only a kid can. Joel smiled over at her. He and Tommy sitting side by side on the couch drinking small glasses of bourbon.

“Hey,” Joel started, “Ellie said something about a new teacher today, did we get someone new in that I missed?”

Tommy’s boyish grin spread wide across his face, “Why are you askin’ me? Did she tell you she’s pretty?”

“What? No, I just didn’t know if it was someone new or someone else that volunteered,” he said, clearly annoyed at the implication.

“She showed up last week while you and I were out on patrol. Spent a while settlin’ in, I guess today was her first day at the school. She’s a real pretty thing,” he said with a cock of his head, finishing off the rest of his glass.

“I don’t care how pretty she is, I care that she’s teaching my kid how to make fun of me in another language,” Joel retorted.

Tommy tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t.

Joel looked defeated and finished off the rest of his bourbon.

“Why don’t you go down there and give her a talkin’ to, big brother?” he teased.

Joel rolled his eyes once again and reverted his attention back to Ellie and Jonah. They were playing with the set of wooden animals Joel had made him. Ellie going over the sounds they made in an exaggerated voice drawing giggles from the little boy. His tight curls bouncing wildly when he threw his head back. His heart warmed at the sight of them, safe in the walls of Jackson, untouched by the horrors of the world.

Ellie burst through the door with the same vigor that she usually did. Dragging her muddied shoes across the carpet and drawing a sigh from Joel. “Shoes off by the door Ellie,” he reminded her.

“Oh shit, sorry,” she said backtracking to kick them off but doubling down on the set of muddy prints she had already left.

“What’d you learn at school today?” he asked as he diced some potatoes for supper. “Any new insults for your old man?”

“Nah not today, our language teacher started some French lessons with us, but it’s too frilly for me, doesn’t sound right when I say it. Are we going anywhere tonight? I wanna wash this rain out of my hair, but I’ll wait if we have to go out again.”

“Not tonight kiddo, you’re good to go,” he smiled as she rushed upstairs.

Italian and French? Joel had taken Spanish in high school, but that was a long time ago. He couldn’t imagine having that many languages rolling around in his head. That new teacher must be smart as a whip.

They had stopped by the store to pick up a few items they needed around the house. Their washcloths were threadbare and they needed some more shampoo bars. Joel was piling the items into his arms listening to Ellie rattle on about the Catcher in the Rye when she suddenly interjected, “That’s her!”

“Who, what now?” Joel said trying to follow her gaze.

“That’s our new teacher. C’mon I’ll introduce you,” she said grabbing his arm and leading him across the store.

Joel’s heart jumped into his throat at the sight of you. Dark wavy hair framing a face with the prettiest features he might’ve ever seen. Dark, attentive eyes under thick lashes, skin that looked like it drank in the sun’s rays as a hobby, and a radiant smile. You looked to be in your thirties, but he couldn’t quite place it. You were smiling at Ellie as she must’ve been introducing you, your eyes locking with his.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you smiled extending a hand.

Joel shuffled the items he was holding around to free up his own hand and meet yours, it was as soft as sin. Tommy wasn’t kidding when he said you were pretty. “I’m Joel,” he said with a soft smile, “How’d you end up here?”

He listened to you talk hanging on every word. The lilt of your voice was intoxicating and he wanted to get drunk on every word falling from your tongue.

“My family was on vacation here the weekend of the outbreak. We lost my parents several years ago trying to journey between two QZs, it’s just me and my brother, Gio, now,” you explained, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I’m sorry about your parents,” Joel said, reaching out to squeeze your hand. Your breath caught in your chest a little at the kind gesture. “We’re just up this road on the corner if you ever need anything, I’m real handy around the house,” he offered a small smile.

“Joel can fix ANYTHING,” Ellie rattled on, singing his praises.

“Well, we won’t keep ya here, let her finish her shoppin’ Ellie,” he said nudging her with the toe of his boot.

“See you on Monday!” Ellie chirped with a wave goodbye.

You smiled softly at Joel and mouthed “bye” as he retreated.

You watched the pair walked away and thanked the Lord that you had made it here safely into the company of so many kind people. Your hand still felt warm from his touch and you tried to shake the feeling. You had only been here a week, you didn’t need to be getting all these romantic ideas in your head.

Jackson had been a godsend to you and your brother. You had never settled in one place for longer than a few years. You learned at a very early age the nature of people, how they would feign loyalty then turn on you when someone or something they desired was as stake. You hadn’t made many allies over the past 25 years. So to be in a place where everyone was genuinely caring, they all worked together for the good of the whole, no one went without, you felt like you could finally breathe. When you offered to teach language at the school, you felt like it wasn’t much, but the parents and students alike were ecstatic. It was something new, something novel. You had taken a liking to the kids you worked with. Teaching the younger ones basic things like colors, numbers, and family members’ names.

You had also joined the group of women who made the weekly batches of soaps and shampoos for the townsfolk. As a child in Italy, you had spent many afternoons pouring candles and filling soap molds with your nonna. You were the youngest of the group, but they all welcomed you with open arms. They gossiped about the residents, but not in a mean way. More things like, “Tommy said they found an abandoned settlement on their last patrol, they’re going back to look for supplies later this week,” or, “Janet said the kids are going to put on a play in spring,” or, “I think Helen is pregnant.”

You were doing your best to piece together the people who lived there without seeming too nosy. You didn’t speak much as you worked except for to share different herbs and flowers you remembered your grandmother showing you and the remedies they provided. They drank in the knowledge and asked you an abundance of questions that you didn’t always have the answers to.

Your days stayed pretty busy as you tried to find your place in those wooden walls. It wasn’t until several weeks in that you started to notice all the things wrong with the little home you shared with your brother. The bannister was coming loose, the kitchen faucet had a slow leak, and the screen door was coming off its hinges. You had entertained the idea of borrowing some tools from your neighbor and doing it yourself, but this was one of your first days off, you had laundry to catch up on, and you were just tired. Tired from years of running. Tired from sleepless nights. So you decided to ask for help.

Joel was just coming down the stairs from a shower when he heard a small knock at the door. He had spent the morning at the stables getting the horses ready for patrol and had just gotten done cleaning up. His hair still slicked back, beard freshly trimmed. He was buckling his belt when he pulled the door open to see you there.

“Well hi,” he said shyly, “What are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

“I need some help,” you said with a mix of a smile and a grimace. “But if you’d rather do it another day, it’s nothing urgent!” you quickly explained.

“I’ve got time,” he smiled genuinely. “Let me just grab my tools,” he opened the door wider for you to step in.

“I’ll just be a second,” he said heading into what you assumed to be the kitchen.

You took a moment to look around. The frames that once held pictures of the family who lived there now filled with Polaroids of him and Ellie. The bottom shelf of the bookshelf was filled with board games. A sketchbook with a pencil tucked inside sat on the coffee table. Small pictures of their life together.

Joel re-emerged with a red tool case in hand. He sat at a kitchen chair to pull his boots on his feet, grimacing a little as he leaned forwards to tighten the laces.

“I brought a little bit of everything,” he explained, “But I can run back up here if we need anything more specific.”

“None of it should be too complicated,” you replied cheerily.

You didn’t share many words on the short walk down the dusty road. Just remarks about the weather and the produce that was coming in season. They were about to pick the last squash crop of the year, setting a good bit aside to freeze and add to soups later in the winter.

The first stop was the screen door on your porch. He actually kept a spare pair of hinges in with his tools that he was more than happy to give you. Taking the old rusted ones and swapping them for the new ones. He then made quick work of fixing the bannister, adding some new screws to anchor it back into the wall.

“Last stop is this leaky faucet,” you explained, leading him into the kitchen.

“I’ll have to get down and look underneath,” he explained stiffly lowering himself to the floor with another groan.

“You know,” he said from inside the old cabinet, “You taught my kid how to make fun of me.”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

“Ellie came home calling me an old man in Italian,” he chuckled.

You pressed your face into your hands with a groan, “That’s why she asked me how to say that, I’m sorry Joel,” you started.

He liked the way his name fell from your tongue.

“S’alright, it’s harmless,” he assured peeking out to send you a smile. “There, that should do it,” he said tossing his wrench on the floor and slowly easing himself up, the pain on his face evident.

You offered him a hand and he gladly took it. His fingers holding yours just a few moments longer than necessary.

“Back pain?” you asked.

“Just getting old,” he shrugged, “All the time I spend on those dang horses doesn’t help.”

“Hold on,” you said disappearing down the hall.

You came back holding a few bars of soap. “If you run these under the water and soak in the tub, it should help your sore muscles,” you explained, “Dried lavender and mint so you’ll smell nice too. Not that you smell bad,” you quickly tried to cover up.

Joel chuckled, “I know what you meant. Thank you darlin’, this is very kind of you.”

“Well it was kind of you to let me bother you on your day off.”

“You could never bother me, mean it,” his rough hands cradling yours. You felt your heart quicken at the touch, already longing for more when he pulled away with the soap in his grasp.

“Well, I should get goin’, I’ll think of you when I’m soaking,” he said, cheeks instantly flushing, “Well, not like that, I mean-“

“Please think of me,” you almost whispered, placing a hand on his bicep. You allowed your fingers to trace the contour of it under his flannel.

This time it was his breath that hitched.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and felt his mouth pull into a grin.

“Please don’t hesitate to come get me if you need anything else, I might’ve unscrewed your kitchen lightbulb just a bit so I have an excuse to come see ya again,” he said with a boyish grin.

“Joel Miller, you are cruel,” you said in mock outrage.

“Ciao, bello,” he waved in the best Italian accent he could muster. “Asked Ellie to teach me,” he winked.

You crossed your arms over your chest watching him from your doorway. A smile so big you couldn’t hide it if you tried.

This place got better every day.

#joel miller x reader #Joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfiction #Joel miller fic

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takingchences · 11 months

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ultraviolet pt. 1 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: swearing

In the MHA/BNHA canon, there are already characters named Twice, Momo, and Mina, and all of them are Japanese. As a Kpop fan, I felt compelled to add a Sana to complete the set

series masterlist + face claim

The first recorded quirk was of a baby in Qing Qing City who could radiate light from her body. That baby later grew up to have a family, who started their own and so on and so forth. The cycle repeated itself again and again, with each new generation engaging in quirk marriages specifically designed to strengthen the original power passed down to them so many years ago.

The last coupling of a descendant, Yoichi Sakano, and a woman named Suzume Takahashi had produced the strongest quirk user yet—a daughter named Sana.

And so, our story begins.

Today officially marks the beginning of the rest of my life.

For the next three years, Sana Sakano would be attending the prestigious U.A High, the highest ranked heroics school in the country. After finishing in the top 5 of the recommendations exam, Sana knew firsthand how steep the competition would be. It wouldn't be an easy climb to the top, that was for sure, especially when she knew she'd have to face off against ridiculously talented people like Shoto Todoroki.

The two teens had known each other since they were toddlers, having first met after receiving their quirks. Enji Todoroki had wanted someone to push his masterpiece to his limits and force Shoto to work harder. Of course, Sana's father had no problems offering his daughter as a training partner for the son of the Number Two Hero. Endeavor had initially introduced Sana to the half-and-half boy as "a necessary obstacle to overcome if he were to surpass All Might in the future." But the head of the Todoroki family hadn't anticipated for the human punching bag he'd gifted his creation to strike back as hard as she did.

That first training session had ultimately ended in Sana's loss, but she'd put up one hell of a fight.

At first, the two children couldn't stand the sight of the other. Their fathers weren't arranging play dates like normal parents; no, whenever the two kids were together, it meant pain was coming. They'd been pitted against each other from the start. Not having a chance to properly introduce themselves led to a lot of misunderstandings during their first year of training. But as time passed and they grew to acknowledge and appreciate the other as a person, the rivalry eventually evolved into an unlikely friendship.

Sana checked her phone for any notifications, only to be disappointed that there was nothing from the candy cane-haired male she'd once called her best friend. Something between them had changed, and the peach-haired girl wasn't sure how to make things right again. It all started a few months ago, with Endeavor canceling their training sessions indefinitely. Since then, Shoto had been more reserved than usual, growing more and more distant. It was like the closer they got to attending U.A, the more he seemed to pull away and withdraw into himself.

Now, Shoto had never been a warm and fuzzy person to begin with. It just wasn't his nature. But there were times that he'd lowered his guard enough to allow Sana to see beyond the ice prince persona he'd built over the years.

Apart from Rei, Sana was probably the only person that knew who Shoto Todoroki really was. They'd grown up together. She'd been by his side during his lowest moments and vice versa. Sana knew all of his weaknesses just as he knew her's. She'd seen the kindness Shoto kept tucked away behind a wall of ice, the quiet passion that burned within his chest. A fire that hadn't been lit by Shoto's father, but in an ironic twist, his mother. A roaring flame that fueled his desire to do good, to be a better man than the poor example he'd been made to follow.

But now there was a chasm separating the two childhood friends. A gaping wound that neither knew how—or on his part, willing—to repair.

Months had passed since Shoto had last spoken to her. Without their weekly training sessions, Sana had been forced to prepare for U.A's recommendation exam alone. She'd seen the dual-haired male in passing during the tests, but he'd coldly brushed her off every time she'd tried to approach him or offer words of encouragement.

"Great. My first day of high school and I have no friends." Sana pouted, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of her teal skirt as she worried over her reflection one last time. She chose to leave her hair down, but packed a ribbon just in case she needed to tie it back later. This should be fun. She scooped up her backpack on her way downstairs, tossing a strap over her shoulder.

At the head of the dining table reading the newspaper was her father. As expected, his pale salmon hair was styled perfectly with a few gray hairs lining his temples. The full plate of food in front of him sat untouched. The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glare on his rectangular frames, making his expression unreadable. Sana took a deep breath before taking her seat at the table. Yoichi spared her a glance, clearing his throat to get her attention.

"So, today's the day, huh." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir." Sana answered, avoiding his icy blue eyes and picking at her breakfast. Chocolate chip and banana pancakes, her favorite growing up. They were even arranged into a happy face on her plate. Umi, the head maid of the house, obviously wanted to celebrate the joyous occasion.

"My little sunflower is going to be a hero!" She'd told anyone who would listen for the past month. Umi's endless love for a child that wasn't her's to care for had always taken Sana by surprise. Maybe because she wasn't accustomed to openly receiving affection.

Not anymore, that is.

"Kids these days have such foolish aspirations, don't you think?" He scoffed, picking up where he'd left off reading. "Heroes," he said with a condescending laugh, a finger to his lips. "People parading around in ridiculous costumes, calling each other childish names." His hand fell, revealing an empty, practiced smile; the only one she'd ever seen him wear, even in rare family photos or during his numerous appearances on TV.

"They're only trying to make themselves feel more important than they actually are."

Just like you, she wanted to say. Sana swallowed her anger, her knuckles turning white as she tightened her grip on her silverware before forcing herself to relax.

"They're tacky and distasteful, yet you insist on ruining my reputation by chasing a pipe dream." Yoichi lectured, shaking his head in shame. "I thought I'd raised you better. But if setting yourself up for failure is the only way for you to accept your place in this world, then so be it." Sana lowered her head and pushed her chair away from the table to stand. His sharp gaze followed her retreating figure. "Leaving already?" He gestured towards her abandoned plate. "You've hardly touched your meal."

Sana paused in the archway leading from the dining room to the entranceway. Moments like these made her miss when she was younger, before she got her quirk. The times when it seemed like her mother's love-filled treats could take away any and all pain; from scraped knees and mild bruises to crushed spirits and emotional scars left in the wake of her father's "motivational" speeches.

Unfortunately, Umi's recipe didn't have the same effects. The once sweet meal had turned to ash on her tongue the moment her father had opened his mouth.

"I lost my appetite."

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Rather than taking one of the town cars like her father had suggested on her way out, Sana chose to make the twenty minute trip to U.A High on foot. It was purely out of spite, but she refused to think about that man any longer. She wouldn't let him ruin what was, so far, the most important day of her existence.

Her skin tingled pleasantly as she soaked in the warm ultraviolet rays in the atmosphere. She could already feel her energy levels replenishing what little she'd lost getting ready. Sana couldn't help but let her mind wander during her peaceful morning walk. She honestly wasn't sure what to expect for the day. No doubt a nationally ranked school like U.A would be different from her past schools. Surely they wouldn't have students attend something as normal as orientation when they could be doing something far more productive. That would be the most rational option, right?

But what would they have us do instead? Sana tapped her chin thoughtfully. Are we expected to start training as soon as the first bell rings?

Up ahead, the front gates of U.A could be seen, the H shaped building piercing the sky. Kids her age and older were hanging around the courtyard, exploring the enormous campus and getting to know each other. Sana passed them all quickly, wanting to reach her classroom and make at least one friend before classes began. She'd need someone to sit with at lunch, since she doubted Shoto could be bothered to do so.

After wandering the halls for a few minutes, the girl finally found the correct door. Class 1-A had a rather large entrance, though she figured it was necessary since the school was expected to provide access for all types of quirks and mutations.

Sliding the door open, Sana was immediately greeted with a few polite hellos that she happily returned. Picking out her desk, she placed her bag in the seat and turned to observe the people around her. Only a small portion of the class had arrived so far. It'd be another fifteen or so minutes before classes began, which gave Sana plenty of time to get to know her peers. In the next row sat a girl with an edgy haircut.

First target acquired.

The girl, Jirou, was a little shy at first, but she opened up more once the topic of music came up. Both Tokoyami and Shoji were men of very few words, so Sana ended up doing most of the talking. Not that she minded, of course. She was used to carrying conversations after spending most of her life with such a stoic boy like Todoroki.

Momo and Iida automatically stuck out as private school types, with their unnaturally straight posture and overly polite mannerisms. Iida, being the more enthusiastic of the two, had energetically greeted the peach-haired girl and shared his hopes for the school year all while performing stiff, robotic movements with his arms. Momo had been more reserved, but just as warm and welcoming as the blue-haired boy.

Sana remembered seeing the girl's spiky ponytail at the recommendation exams.

Mina Ashido, an excitable B-girl with rosy skin, bubblegum curls, and black sclera quickly wormed her way into Sana's heart. The two formed an instant sisterhood after discovering their shared love of fashion, dance, and raspberry flavored lipgloss. Mina, being the social butterfly that she is, took it upon herself to introduce Sana to a former classmate of her's named Eijiro Kirishima. With his scarlet spikes and sunny smile, Kirishima had caught everyone's attention as soon as he'd stepped foot in the room.

Standing beside him was a derpy blonde with a black lighting bolt streaking through his hair. The blonde's eyes lit up after landing on Sana. When he'd noticed the two girls approaching them, he'd nearly short circuited. "Jeez," he rubbed a hand behind his neck, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment. "You're so beautiful I forgot my pickup line."

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, uh...?"

"The name's Denki Kaminari," he held a thumb to his chest proudly. "But you can call me yours." Both girls laughed at the cheesy pick up lines he continued to fire at the peach-haired girl, Sana found the hopeless flirt to be charming in a goofy kind of way. Kirishima, of course, was a precious bean, with his shy, sharktooth smile and obsessive use of the word "manly."

That's it, Sana thought as Mina told the group embarrassing stories from their middle school days, making Kirishima's face burn as red as his freshly-dyed hair. I'm officially adopting him as my child.

Overall, she had a good feeling about Class 1-A... well, except for a pervert named Mineta. Already, he'd tried to peek up the girls' skirts. Sana had knocked the little germ clear across the room before he could try anything else, much to Iida's horror. "Next time he tries something like that, I'll blind him," she'd threatened, tuning out the bluenette's long lecture about respect and classroom etiquette and blah blah blah.

Mina gasped, nudging Sana's arm. "Check out the class hottie!" She pointed, not even trying to be subtle. "He's giving off broody, mysterious vibes." Seated in the very back of the classroom was a devastatingly handsome guy with hair split straight down the middle—one half a stark white, the other a rich crimson.

Shoto Todoroki.

"Yeah," Sana agreed halfheartedly, averting her gaze. "Very mysterious."

Gray and turquoise eyes landed on her figure briefly before turning towards the window. Sana could've sworn she felt the temperature of the room plummet a few degrees, much like her spirits. We'll be seeing each other every day now. The thought gave her a flicker of hope. Sana wanted nothing more than to have her friend back. He'd avoided her like the plague during their final year of middle school. Sharing a class meant that he would be forced to acknowledge her at some point, so until then, all she had to do was wait.

The classroom had rapidly filled up while the girls had been chatting with Kirishima and Kaminari. When Sana finally returned to her seat a few minutes before the bell, she was surprised to find that a majority of the desks were now occupied, including the one directly in front of her. The only defining feature she could make out was his spiky, ash blonde hair. Sana gingerly reached out to tap his shoulder, only to quickly retract her hand as he whipped around to glare at her.

"The hell do you want, extra?" A low, raspy voice flowed over her, vermilion eyes burning into her own.

Sana took a moment to admire the boy's features. He had a well-defined jaw, though his cheeks still held some baby fat. Straight white teeth were bared in a grimace. His skin was smooth and golden, which further complimented his fair hair and brightly colored eyes. He was very attractive, despite the permanent scowl on his face. He looked familiar too, like she'd seen him before, though she was sure they'd never met until today. I'm positive that I've seen that untamable hair somewhere...

Then his words finally sunk in.

"I have a name, you know." Sana grit her teeth while maintaining a saccharine smile. "Sana Sakano."

His eyes narrowed even more at her response. "You think I give a shit? You're just another stepping stone on my way to the top." He tsked before turning to face the front of the room once again. Plum-red irises glowed faintly as she imagined her eyes burning holes through his obnoxiously large head. The universe is really testing me today.

The blonde then proceeded to lean back and prop his feet up on the desk, which immediately earned him a lecture from a certain blue-haired student. "Take your feet off of that desk now!" Iida demanded.

"Huh?" The blonde leaned back in his chair languidly.

With him so close, Sana caught a sweet scent clinging to his hair and clothes. Is that... caramel? She almost snorted at the irony. A sweet smell to balance out the sour attitude, maybe?

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" Iida continued to scold him, not that the boy sitting in front of her seemed to care.

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it?"

Sana slapped a hand to her mouth, shoulders shaking with muffled laughter at his brazen attitude. Next to her, Jirou also struggled to hide her amusement. Who is this guy?! Seriously, is he bold or just plain stupid? She wondered, trying and failing to compose herself. He's making enemies before class has even started!

As Iida tried to diffuse the ticking time bomb that was... whoever the guy was, Sana noticed a small, green-haired boy frozen in the doorway, watching the odd interaction with wide, fearful eyes.

The two stopped bickering and turned as the class fell into a hushed silence. Everyone was looking at the freckled teen, muttering amongst themselves.

What's going on? Sana looked around the room curiously. She heard someone mention the boy's performance during the entrance exam. Ahhh, so that's it. Sana tilted her head, observing the average-looking boy. At first glance, he seemed pretty ordinary. He didn't appear to be a threat, but she knew all too well that looks can be deceiving. Well whatever he did must have left quite an impression.

The broccoli-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya he would later introduce himself, was visibly flustered with all the attention suddenly focused on him. Iida walked over to him and the two exchanged a few words. Sana heard a low growl coming from the gremlin she had the honor of sitting behind for the rest of the year. If looks could kill, there was no doubt that Midoriya would already be six feet under. Hmm. Sana glanced back and forth, noticing a tension between the two. Do they, perhaps, know each other?

A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks soon entered the scene, throwing exaggerated punches as she babbled happily with Midoriya and Iida. The trio stood in the doorway of the classroom and spoke for a few moments before-

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now." A deadpan, disembodied voice silenced the entire room. Turning slowly, they noticed an extremely sleep-deprived man with long, raven hair lying in a mustard-yellow sleeping bag on the floor.

"They'll really let just anyone in here nowadays, huh?" Sana leaned forward to whisper teasingly beside Blondie's ear. When he turned to snarl at her, she gave him an innocent, close eyed smile.

"Welcome to U.A's hero course." The rugged-looking, ebony-haired man fished out a juice box from the depths of his sleeping bag, downing it in one gulp. Sana was both fascinated and horrified by the sight.

Where was he keeping that this whole time?!

The disheveled-looking man reluctantly climbed to his feet and removed himself from the sleeping bag. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that." He assessed the class with hooded, bloodshot eyes. "Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa. Your teacher." This guy is a Pro? Sana observed him closely, but still couldn't identify the hero. "Right, let's get to it." He rifled through his sleeping bag before pulling out a gym outfit. "Put these on and head outside."

How is he storing so many things in there? Sana was in awe of this man. Is this Hogwarts or U.A?!

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stealingyourbones · 7 months

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Submitted Prompts #135

I know I tend to send in DPxDC prompts, but today I had A Thought.

I've been playing Warframe again, lately, and I've been grinding for the Operator Affiny things (thank you Zenurik Focus, for blessing me with boundless Energy with which to commit chaos :D )

And a thought struck me: Operators use Transference to pilot a Warframe. It comes from their Void powers, granted to them in an accident, where their ship was about to dimension-jump into the Void. This overlapping of dimensions made the Tenno into something Other (hilariously, they're called Tenno because they were from the Zariman 10-0. Ten-Zero. Ten-O. Tenno) with extra-dimensional powers, among which is a beam of energy from said dimension. Sound familiar?

What I'm getting at here is: Immortal Danny finds himself transported into the Zariman after the tragedy that befell it, and since The Void and the Infinite Realms are neighbouring extra-dimensional planes of existence, he feels right at home with the survivors (canonically, the adults all went insane, while the more adaptable children survived with powers) and helps them with their powers.

Eventually the Orokin find them, as in canon, and take them in as their Tenno Warrior caste. Their Praetorian Guard, of sorts, and build the Prime Warframes for the children to inhabit and pilot.

Danny goes along with it, because hey cool space bio-armor that he can power with his abundance ecto-energy. Maybe Pandora and frostbite might want to take a look, too.

His Warframe? Banshee Prime

Shit happens, as one might say, and as the Tenno are put into cryo-sleep by the the Lotus (Space Mom!!!!) Danny goes back to the Realms, after his vacation is done.

Eons later, the Tenno rise again, to a shattered and warring Solar System.

They reestablish their Relays, and their presence once more brings order and peace to the System. And as the Order once again grows, as more and more Tenno wake up, Teshin, the Last of the Orokin Dax (the Royal Guard) tells them of Banshee Prime, and her incredible powers over sound and voice.

As the Tenno pilots reawaken in their stasis pods in Lua, one remains missing. Tenno across the System all wonder where everyone's favorite older brother went, and what happened to his Banshee Prime Warframe that he always lovingly maintained and repaired himself.

One, the Harrow pilot, peers into the Void, as he typically does, and finds a trace leading to another dimension other than the Void where the Moon had been hidden, with their pods in it.

Essentially, a whole legion of high school murder-inclined feral teens go on a trip to the Ghost Zone to bring back their older brother, so he can once again tell them of the stars and their meanings. They think he would like to have words with some people, and the Main Character has spotted the Lotus look to the stars with grief in her eyes as she wonders on her wayward child's whereabouts.

Danny, for his part, has grown up into his Fenton Brickhouse genes (not being in a stasis pod will do that to you) and is ruling the Realms along with his Council of Ancient, and generally getting his new powers as the Ancient of Space under control, like he's done before with his basic ghost abilities, and later his ice.

What he didn't expect, was for his old siblings to knock down the doors to his Throne room and crowd him, all screeching about how come he grew up when they're all stuck as kids still, and why dies he look so different, and so many questions that he gets a little overwhelmed.

When Clockwork (grandpa), Pandora (mom) and Frostbite (dad) turn to him and his baby siblings, and say Danny really should take a break "for your own health, Your Highness. You're overdue a vacation!"...let's just say the System was ready for the Tenno. Alad V was ready to face them in battle and experiment with their Warframes (the Valkyr lore is horrifying if you pay attention to it).

No one was ready for Phantom and Banshee Prime to take the System by storm, leading an army of feral children with murder-hobo inclinations

#bones submissions #DPxWarframe #wild though hours #it grabbed me by the throat and wouldnt let go #so i had to write it #hope there's some Warframe players that will enjoy this #I can imagine the Lotus almost kills hin again by squeezing GDanny unti he can't breathe #fortunately he doesn't need to #he'll Have Words with Tyl Regor and the Grineer Queens for their shitty cloning processes #Alad V facing Valkyr's pod: why do i hear boss music?#hi bones here. i dont know a damn thing about this Warframe but this do be neat

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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a/n this is an upsie chapter because I wasn't supposed to write this today. But still hope you'll enjoy it. 🤍✨

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The longer Eris didn't return, the more your worries grew. The sun had painted the evening sky with bright colors, but you couldn't bring yourself to enjoy the view. What was taking so long? It should have been quick, and in no time he had to return to the cabin.

You watched Tabias playing with Juniper outside, both clueless about the absence of their brother. The same love that filled Eris's heart was pouring out of Tabias when he looked at his little sister. The hint of protection never left him, no matter what the two of them would come up with. You tried to keep your worries at bay. To not show them that you had a feeling that something went wrong. Smiling at Juju every time her head turned to the porch you were sitting on as if she was making sure that you hadn't decided to leave them as well.

So lost in your thoughts you didn't even feel a hand slipping onto your shoulder, "I'll have to leave soon", it was Lauriel, she tended her herb garden all day, refusing your help but letting you stay in the warm sunlight if you only wished. However, not long after you came home, Rory came rushing in from the deep parts of the forest, and the elderly lady raised her head immediately. From what you understood, there was an attack carried out on one of the healer camps. Most of them were killed, leaving some wounded and with no shelter. The two of them asked if they could leave at dusk to help their people. With Eris away, it was you their eyes leaned on, and you couldn't deny their wishes.

"I made some food for you all. Tabias will most likely feed Juniper, you just don't forget to feed yourself", you rested your hands a top of hers, "You two be careful if anything just... calls out... find a way to reach me and I'll do anything to help". Offering you an anxious smile, she turned to go inside and prepared to go.

Where are you, Eris? You called from deep within. Give me anything; just let me know that you are alive. The fear of being left alone with his two siblings wasn't helping your nerves either. They weren't just any siblings. They were Eris's whole world. The only two he genuinely considered family and Lucien, of course, but that relationship appeared to be more complicated.

You watched Tabias and Juju play some more, feeling the shiver run down your back as the much colder evening wind blew onto your skin. The teen had happily accepted the role of a dragon as he spun his sister around as if they were sailing through the skies.

You called them in shortly after. The moment the forest darkened and you could barely see through the fog that began to lurk closer to the cabin, you wanted them safe inside. Hoping that the cabin door would give you some advantage in case someone decided to visit you. While the two of them ate, you made sure to bring extra wood from the back, placing it neatly beside the fireplace. Eyes admiring the fire that burns within. Yet it did little to warm you.

"Eat, 'cause if Eris finds you dead once he returns, he'll think it was me," you chuckled under your breath, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to leave him a note," but the boy only pushed the bowl closer to you.

"I'm not joking." He moved to clean some of the dishes as you sat down, pushing your food around the bowl and taking bites here and there.

"Did Eris tell you when he'll be coming back?", you told yourself that you weren't going to say anything, yet lying to Tabias seemed way harder. From the tone of his voice, you could tell that he was uneasy. The same dagger he pulled at you was strapped to his side. Even the fact that he was speaking was clear enough evidence that something was so deeply troubling him that he chose to swallow his pride.

"He said that he needed to prepare for a meeting," you admitted, choosing honesty in hopes of building trust with him. Tabias frowned, "That means he went back to Beron", "Tobias, has he ever not come back on time?", the boy tossed the towel to the side as his eyes met yours. You could feel him scanning every part of you before he breathed out, "You care, huh?"

Your gaze was drawn to the bowl. Truthfully, you didn't know what you were feeling. You had no control over your emotions, it seemed. You knew that there was something more. You could feel it, but it felt like you were hitting a huge brick wall every time you wanted to reach for it. As if someone was keeping it away from you.

"I didn't mean to make you cry", you quickly touched your cheeks even yourself not realizing that you had indeed started crying. "It's not your fault; don't trouble yourself, Tabias. Just a lot to take in," the boy nodded his head before turning to look at his sister, who was feeding Cinnamon most of her after-dinner snacks.

"He's never late.", he admits before turning to leave the room. His words made your heart clench with worry even more. "By the way, call me Tab; I don't like my full name", with that he slipped out, leaving you in the dim kitchen. Tabias walked Juniper upstairs soon after. You passed the living room for a couple of hours. Trying to hold yourself back from going out there and finding the Vanserra mansion, seeking out Eris yourself but leaving the two on their own felt reckless, so you scrapped that idea out of your head. Eventually, walking upstairs, even if you knew there was no way you were going to sleep until Eris was back.

"Can I come in?", through the slightly cracked door, you could see Juniper standing there barefoot. "Of course, darling," she tiptoed toward you, making you wonder if Tabias had fallen asleep, leaving her on her own. "I can't sleep if Eris doesn't tuck me in", pushing some of the hair away from her face you kneeled before her, "Should I tuck you in?", "No... T already did, it's not the same", giving her a sad smile that matched hers, you picked her up once again bringing her back to your bed. She reminded you of a little unsettled flame as she tossed through the furs until the comfiness satisfied her.

"Should we look through some constellations?", you asked her as she cocked her head to the side. "Wouldn't we have to go outside? Tabi said to never be outside at this time". For some reason, the fact that she knew and followed the rules made by her brothers made you feel a little calmer that her curiosity wasn't going to get the best of her.

You rubbed your fingers slowly before opening up your fist. It looked like there was a universe of its own in the palm of your hand. This side of your power was the only thing that you had growing up. The only thing that made you feel at ease. You spent many restless, sad nights just looking at the sparkling stars in your hands. You heard Juju gasp before her teeny finger reached to touch one of them, sending it falling from the sky. Her big eyes turned to look at you before she let out a loud shriek.

Tabias came rushing through the door at the sound of that in an instant. Still dressed in the same clothes. Probably drifting off without realizing it. "Look, look! T, Y/N makes stars!", the boy hesitated, but curiosity got the best of him. His own eyes went big at the sight of it.

"Should I just leave them floating in the room while you two get comfy and try to sleep?", your hand ran over Juju's hair, but it was Tabias that you worried about most. The boy was jumpier, and every sound made him go frantic. Even if you felt like rejection was the reaction you'll receive you still reach your hand out towards him. His eyes stayed focused on the stars in the night sky as he placed his hand in yours, scrubbing onto the bed himself. You let the two explore the sight they had never seen as it slowly lulled them to sleep. Tabi wrapped an arm around your middle as you slowly felt his muscles relax. Leaning in, you kissed both of their foreheads, once again being left on your own as you waited for Eris. It was way past midnight when a strange sound from downstairs made you stir. It sounded as if someone was fighting against the lock of the door and not finding a way to open it. Only when you heard it open did you reach for the dagger that was still close to Tabias. Carefully slipping out of bed, you lurked out of the bedroom and into the darkness.

The last bits of the dying flame draped a slight sheen on the first floor. Whoever had made its way inside was in the back room. From the sound, it seemed like they were trashing the place. As quietly as possible, you turned around the corner and were about to throw the dagger when a familiar set of hair came into sight.

"Eris, are you out of your mind?", the male quickly turned around as the sound of your voice started him. "Eris..." you muttered once again as you saw his face. He had cuts all over him, his arm holding onto his side for support, adding pressure. "What happened? What hurts? Let me help you sit down." To your surprise, he didn't even argue. You draped one of his arms over your shoulders as you walked him to the sofa and rushed out to get stuff so you could patch him up. Eris's head was lying against the back; his breaths were sharp and uneven. You started to wonder if maybe you should just go try to find Lauriel, afraid that you might only make things worse, but you had helped Madja so many times. Had you patched up your brothers, Az... Shaking your head from memories of them, you looked at the body in front of you.

"Tell me what hurts," you said, your fingers pressing onto his cheek. Eris almost hummed at the delight of your cold skin against his burning one, "Wrap up my ribcage; that's where most of the damage was done."

Nodding your head, you moved to help him get out of his clothes, taking the torn-apart material that was stained with blood in your hands. Reaching out for the bandages, you placed your hand on his chest to hold the starting piece in place as you leaned over to reach behind Eris's back. Gasp left your lips as you dropped the bandage to the floor.

His back was practically all covered in long, deep scars. There wasn't a part of his skin that wasn't abused. Your hands came to cover your mouth, your eyes unable to look at anything else. They appeared old, so you knew this wasn't the aftermath of whatever had happened today, but you still couldn't bring yourself to imagine the amount of pain Eris had gone through while receiving them. You heard him curse under his breath, "I forgot that you don't remember. Patch me up, for now. We'll talk about it later." His voice was cold, colder than usual, but you nodded your head to continue the action prior. Easing at the sight of him relaxing once the comfort of the tightly wrapped bandage soothed some of the aches. Dipping a piece of cotton in the water, you moved to wash the dried blood off his face.

"What happened?", you asked once most of his face was clean, and you could see the cuts starting to heal slowly. "Beron is causing problems. The situation is getting out of hand," Eris said, as you turned to reach for a clean cloth to dry off his skin before saying, "Does this have something to do with the killed healers?" Eris only nodded his head as his jaw clenched. "We need to sway your brother to our side during the meeting. Do you understand? His role in this is vital", you couldn't help but shiver at the mention of him. The last thing you wanted to do was see Rhys. See any of your family. But now not only will you be forced to see them, but you'll also have to bow down like before. Making him the winner once again.

"I want to know everything about us before we go," you had plenty of time to think about it while you waited for Eris to return. You weren't going to take any action until you were one hundred percent sure about it all.

But Eris dismissed that idea immediately, saying, "You can't trigger any more memories. You're too weak", "I deserve to know", you argued back not understanding why was he still holding back if he felt the same pull as you. "You do," he stated blankly, causing you to plead, "Then show me", "You can't go into this meeting knowing what happened." Why was he being so political with it? So tactical, as if you were a little child who didn't know any better. "I won't let it affect me", "Will you not?", his words cut you deep, anger started to build up inside you. "Fuck you," you said, rising from the sofa and swiftly dragging your hands over your face.

"You don't understand. Cause in my head," you tapped your finger angrily to your temple as you turned to him once more, "I told Azriel that I've never kissed a male before. I gave myself to him, and I was convinced that was true. My whole life, I vowed to love him, but you were kissing me, meaning... Do you understand that nothing makes sense to me now?" Your hands started to tremble as you wrapped them around you, trying to provide yourself with even the tiniest bit of comfort as your mind started to spiral again. "Come here, sweet," Eris was bracing himself against the sofa, reaching for you. "No, don't smother me; I don't want to listen to lies anymore," you turned away from him. Eris slowly walked to stand right behind you. His hands rested on your waist as he leaned in to kiss your shoulder.

"I can't, okay? I can't. It's not that I don't want to. I simply can't", you didn't dare to face him but didn't protest at him touching you, "I can't show you, I can't tell you. I believe it's..." Eris stopped as if he were looking for the right words, "It's like a curse." You shook your head in confusion, turned to face him, "Whatever that's been done to your mind. It did not only take away your memories. It prevents me from ever sharing what we had. Cause every time I mention something, I erase some random memory that we shared."

You bit the inside of your cheek. Mother, how much more? What else? Why can't it finally be over? "It was Rhys who did it, wasn't it?", you felt Eris's body tense up at your question, but his mouth stayed shut. Your hands cupped his face. "You don't have to say anything; just look me in the eyes. It was him, wasn't it?" The amount of pain that flashed behind his eyes almost made you want to turn away. It was too much. It was unbearable. A part of you wished that you didn't know the answer to that. Still grasping for any hope that maybe at least this had nothing to do with your brother. It felt almost comical considering how against invading someone's mind, let alone controlling their memories, Rhys was. But here, you were the victim of his actions. Action that he swore to never carry out.

"We'll have to hide the fact that you're weak, so be sensible about how you use your magic", this side of Eris you enjoyed the least. You didn't feel his love or warmth as he spoke his words. It was calculated, yet you couldn't help but feel as if he was slipping away, "Only use if it's necessary." Don't forget that we need him."

In a way, you wished that he would just sulk alongside you over the fact that you two were torn apart, most likely against your own will. But you understood his need to plan everything right. To add up the risk. So you let him talk. Walk you through everything. So, if necessary, you could persuade Rhysand to play the role.

For what felt like internally you two were turning through endless amounts of books. Looking into different laws. Trying to find any straw of advantage. A tiny gain to stop whatever Beron had started. Eris would momentarily slip away to take account of the situation in the city. The more time passed, the more complicated it was. Different families were packing up and trying to run. Cross the border and escape the madness that Beron was creating. Something had to be done, and it had to be quick.

Lauriel was braiding your hair for the meeting. Your makeup was already done, and the dress Eris had picked was hanging right behind you. He had picked like a true male. The less material, the better. The first time you saw it, you couldn't help but shake your head. But the gown was stunning; you had to give him that. The deep emerald green was without a doubt the most beautiful you'd ever seen.

"Dear, you're glowing", you met the healer's eyes in the mirror, "Although more sleep last night would have done you wonders", you laughed at her words. You and Eris did get scolded like little kids this morning as you stumbled back into the cabin with the early morning sun. Clothes soaked, parts ripped to shreds, but the smiles on your faces were the brightest Lauriel had ever seen.

"It was worth it," you admit as she lets the last curl drop down your back before helping you into your dress. Your breath hitched as you looked at yourself. Finally, you're feeling like it was you. Like this was what you were supposed to look like all along. The knock on the door made you turn to the side instantly as two heads popped into the room.

"Oh, wow," Tabias exhaled, "I doubt you'll make it to the meeting if I'm being honest," earning a slap on the head from Lauriel as she shook her head, "You look really pretty, Y/N/N," Juniper pulled at the fabric of your dress, admiring how it glistened in the light. You felt terrible that the two of them had been mostly left alone for the last few days. At times, when you were looking through different paperwork on your own, you let them come into the back room. Juju would wiggle her way onto your lap as Tabi spun in the chair in front of you. Eris didn't allow them in once you two were discussing more serious things. But a part of you knew that at least Tabias had found ways to listen in.

"Will you come back?" Juju asked, making grabby hands at you, but Tabias held her back so she wouldn't crinkle the delicate material. "Of course, I will. We both will, and then we're going to have that day together, as I promised you," she beamed at you, nodding her head just as Eris slipped into the room as well. His eyes looked you up and down as he drank you in. Gods, was he lucky. Never before had he wanted anyone the way his body craved you.

"You look... you look just gorgeous", blushing slightly you gave them all a little twirl. "Well, you picked this out, so you're the one with good taste", his arms reach for you as you pressed your hand onto his chest.

"Ready?" he muttered to you. You nodded your head before turning to the two younglings by your side. "We'll see each other soon, okay," you said, pinching the little girl's cheek slightly, causing her to chuckle. Eris brought his brother closer to his chest, "You're a man of the house now. Look after the woman." It felt oddly sad. As if you for some reason weren't going to see them again. It's just a meeting. You were just going to crash at the end. You decide not to interfere while everyone was there. You were going to wait for Rhys to be alone. After all, he was your main target.

You felt the familiar feeling of anxiety rippling through you as you and Eris crossed the halls to where Rhys was supposed to be. Eris walked in first, causing Rhys to growl in annoyance at the sight of the future high lord. But once you stepped foot in the room, it felt like the world had stilled for a moment. "Y/N," your brother breathed out in disbelief. Even Azriel looked like he had seen the ghost. The two of them darted toward you, but you raised a shield in front of you, making them stop in their tracks.

"I thought you were dead. My shadows," Asriel said, eyes filled with such raw emotions that it almost made a shiver run down your back. Of course, he had searched for you. Eris's shield around the cabin was too strong. It masked you. Your whole existence. So you appeared to be dead in his world. "Seems like while I was away you learned to act out your emotions, bravo", you clamped as they gaped at you. "What did you do to her, you prick!", Rhys turned his gaze to the autumnal male. With each passing second, he appeared to become more irritated.

"Unlike you, I've done nothing to alter her mind. I've been helping her remember. Since you sat her on a random male's cock for your pleasure," Eris's words were bitter, yet he said them with his famous smirk. Making all three Illyrian males scowl his way.

You felt it before you saw it. A dagger flew across the room. Directed at Eris, but considering the height of your senses now, you were in front of him in a split second. Catching the dagger before your throat the tip slightly nudging at your skin.

Your eyes went dark, and you felt them overfill with fog-thick darkness as you leaped across the room. One arm wrapped around Azriel's neck, pressing your heels to where his knees naturally bend, making him sink to the floor as you pushed the dagger right under his chin.

"You try anything like that again, and I'll shove this right up your brain," you whispered under your breath as swirls of mist floated around the two of you. Shadowsingers heart beating right under your fingertips.

"We know you're preoccupied with the war against Hybern and such, but you need to finish some incomplete business in Autumn first, or everything might fall," Eris continued as if nothing had happened, your grip on Azriel didn't loosen. "You're using her," Rhys yelled before turning to face you, "He's using you to kill his father and rule. That's what you are to him, only a piece in his game", you let out a bitter laugh as your foot came in contact with Azriel's back as you pushed him away.

"Who's talking now?", You smoothed your dress before making your way over to Eris. "Let's quickly talk about our dear father's powers. Technically, they belong to me, but you twisted the narrative and stole it from me. So, Rhysand, don't talk to me about using someone else; you're not a saint." He tensed at your words. Never before had you even talked about the desire to have that power. In his eyes, you never wanted it. But his eyes didn't know you that well.

"I brought you all the accounts from Autumn. Beron had broken more than a handful of laws. Our people are filling up different courts. Soon that's going to become an issue", your eyes fell on Eris, the way his muscles moved as he spoke. You knew it wasn't the time to think about how attractive he was, but you just couldn't help it. Rhys turned through some of the paperwork that Eris had dropped on the table.

"And I'm supposed to care because?", "Because you fucked enough shit up", those words for some reason didn't sit well with Azriel as the male grabbed onto Eris, bringing him into a chokehold, as an Illyrian blade was pressed right at his chest where his heart was beating.

"I'd be really careful with that," you said, smiling at Azriel. A wave of confusion washed over him. In your words, he felt something more than a simple threat. You pushed the side of your dress up as you pulled your dagger out. Giving the shadowsinger one last smile, you ran the blade over your skin. The cut wasn't deep, but the rich red blood trickled down your white skin, regardless. Eris smiled as he lifted his hand. You two locked eyes, smirking at each other almost proudly.

"You son of a bitch," Azriel mumbled, letting Eris go instantly. There was a part of him that still had no intention of hurting you. He wouldn't forgive himself. "What did you do? What did you do, Y/N?, after letting out a high-pitched belly laugh, you tilted your head back, enjoying a tiny victory.

"See, I had a feeling that you'd pull something like that. Daggers, bows, and poison. I had a feeling that you'd want Eris dead." Rhys shook his head, and you knew that he already had a feeling, but he didn't know the depth of it. Considering that he sat down at the words that the fireling spoke.

"Lovers enchant twisted vows", Eris said it proudly as if it was nothing as if you two last night hadn't run through the forest to the priestess that Eris had found. Not to get married, not to have a mating ceremony, not to tighten a bargain. While you two lurked in the back room together preparing for this, you couldn't help but think that to overpower them you needed something more. Something that would link you two in ways so deep that nothing and no one could interfere. So there you were, both dressed in white, as Eris walked into a little pond. The moon shined brightly above you two. The priestess handed you an enchanted blade, and you both locked your fingers around it.

"I give myself to you. Body and soul. Flesh and blood. Not a single part of me belongs to anyone else. For what I am—I'm yours" you two spoke word in word. Hearts beating fast as the water around you started to bubble and glow. You two turned to the priestess, handing her the blade. Her hands rested on both of your heads as she muttered a prayer and the following parts under her breath. Not for a moment did Eris' hands slip out of yours.

"I give you my blood," Eris said as the woman left a cut on his left palm. Your right hand quickly intertwined with his as you spoke, "May our hearts beat at the same pattern for the rest of the days."

The priestess did the same to your left hand as you spoke, "I give you my blood", you felt Eris's fingers intertwine with yours, "May what we are become unstoppable forever".

Eris pressed his forehead to yours as you breathed together before he offered you his left hand, and your wounded palms came together. The glow around you was overpowering the moon itself. You were one now. One body. One soul. One. "May I add that your sister is a delightful creature to be bound to?", you could see that Rhys wanted nothing more than to rip Eris to bits, but instead his fingers sank into the wooden table.

"The thing is, I don't trust you, Rhys, and I won't let Eris trust you until I do so myself." Your words were way calmer now, but Rhys still didn't look your way. "You need Autumn on your side for your war. I'm allowing you to gain an alliance", he quickly stood up clearly on his way to argue, "Sit back down while I'm speaking Rhysand. You help us save the people in Autumn bring back peace to the court, make Eris a high lord and then we'll fight on your side", your brother's eyes were cold, drained even. They didn't look half as purple.

"Even if that's not fitting, you do realize that my father wants your court, right? He wants Valeris. That's where his mind is at now", your brother's shoulders sank as his head fell into his hands. No one spoke a word. No one even moved. Only Eris reached for your hand, giving it a little squeeze that you returned instantly. You knew that was his way of checking on you.

"Fine...", Rhys crocked out after a while, making both Azriel and Cassian argue back, but the two males were waved off, "But with one condition. Y/N comes home with us."

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