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jeonstellate · 2 years

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[97✙] protagonist of the wrong movie

song juwon risks her life and criminal record for her best partner’s project.

✙彡 appearances by song juwon (oc), kim mingyu, and other 97-liner idols

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past.

Juwon is absolutely certain she accidentally broke into a stranger’s apartment.

Not that she’s putting the blame on someone else (given that she’s currently alone and willingly opened the door by herself), but it’s definitely Mingyu’s fault. If she gets caught and charged with breaking and entering, she’ll certainly find a way to drag him with her.

gyu messaged: The door’s unlocked. Just walk in and enter.

In perspective, his message can be interpreted in multiple ways. Depending on how the recollection of events is twisted, he may be convicted along side her — perhaps as an accomplice, if not as the mastermind. In any case, it won’t be difficult to prove his involvement to the false crime she will be charged of.

Not that she’ll be found guilty of burglary, since she hasn’t stolen anything, but she can still be charged of attempt . . .

ju messaged: Why the hell did you leave your project there, anyway? But, most importantly, why do I have to be the one to get it?

The apartment she entered is pitch dark, with no ounce of light — natural nor artificial — can be traced anywhere. With only her phone's flashlight as her guide, and Mingyu’s project in mind, she walks deeper into the unit.

Juwon mentally questions her recent life choices as she subsequently curses her best partner out. She has checked the address he sent thrice before she went in and, along with her confidence that she is at the right sent address, she knows whoever owns the apartment has more than enough to sue her for trespassing.

gyu messaged: The owner’s out, so they can’t hand it to me personally. They told me they’ll just leave the door unlocked so I can get it myself, but you live closer, so . . .

Mingyu never told her who owns the place he left his project at, but she’s already judging their sense of judgment. Never mind the possibility that he might’ve sent the wrong address, which may peg the question of such practice’s prevalence, but who the hell in their right mind would willingly leave the door of their home unlocked? While they’re away, no less?

When she reaches the living room, Juwon concludes her thoughts with an acceptance that she’ll never completely understand how humans’ brains work.

Including her best partner’s. Especially his.

After all, for someone who asked for her help, why is he so vague about the details he’s telling her? He didn’t even bother saying precisely where she should look for his project!

Juwon doesn’t know if her flashlight will turn off if she uses her phone to call, but she needs contact Mingyu soon because she rather not flip the apartment upside down and strain her eyes in the process. Heaven knows how much she’s already sacrificing for him by just being there, so she’s not going to give up her sight for his sake, too.

However, before the first ring can even reach her ears, another sound — one that she definitely didn’t make — does.

Juwon wants to laugh. Her thoughts make her the protagonist of a crime show, but her situation begs to differ.

The darkness in despite being morning. The tension that unexplainably hangs in the air. The announcement of an unidentified presence through the sudden lack of silence. Everything in her situation, much to her terrified amusement, actually paints her as the protagonist of a horror movie.

Death in crime shows is one thing, but death in horror movies is another — and somehow, there’s better comfort in crossing the veil through the former because criminals aren’t always insane without an ounce of humanity.

As the music moves closer, the unsettling feeling of being watched grows.

It is then where she decides she can’t blame Mingyu. If she dies with a grudge, she’ll never pass on — and she’d be force to remain long after her world has gone. If she dies here, while on an errand for her best partner, he’ll most likely find a way to blame himself for her death — and that’s something she definitely doesn’t want in her conscience.

Mingyu deserves to be happy, regardless of how annoying he may be at times.

Juwon knows whoever is playing the music — which now distinguishably sounds like a violin — is just standing a few steps away from her now. Against her better judgment, she pointed her flashlight straight ahead from where she stood — completely expecting nothing comforting to see.

The figure shone on by her flashlight instinctively makes her freeze. Not because it’s exactly what she expected to see, but because it’s entirely the opposite. Never, in her hurried mind, did she ever thought about the possibility of being obliviously in the presence of someone she knows whilst trying to navigate in the dark in an unfamiliar setting.

And yet, there Seonhwa stood — eyes directed at her, violin tucked under her chin and bow suspended in the air.

"Now!" Juwon suddenly heard a voice behind her whisper-shout before her vision is invaded with blinding lights.

When she opens her eyes (a moment after closing them in an effort to protect her sight from the sudden, harsh lighting), a pop! makes her jolt and turn to her left.

"Surprise!" She scans the people that seem to appear out of nowhere, but are now standing under a large banner surrounded by numerous balloons.

Happy birthday, Song Juwon!

"You guys— wow." There is no doubt that all of her friends — the Gushibchil Boys along with both Yuriko and Seonhwa — are there . . . with the exception of Mingyu. "I— thank you."

Juwon tries not to let her disappoint show when she didn’t see her best partner’s face amidst the rest of her friend group’s. She figures he’s involved in this surprise celebration as well, given that his so-called project is the objective of her visit in the first place, but most likely can’t make it because of his schedule. Nevertheless, she instinctively tries to search for him still.

Once she turns her head back to where she first saw Seonhwa, she’s greeted by another figure instead. The shock in her eyes doubles within seconds, because there he is — her best partner — grinning at her.

Before she can utter a word, he puts a party hat on her head. "Happy birthday, Ju-yah!"

Juwon wants at cuss him for causing all the emotions she felt while searching for his nonexistent project, but ultimately decides to flick him on the forehead instead. However, before her hand can even twitch, someone else speaks.

"Juwon-ah! Come make a wish and blow the candles!"

"Yeah, Juwon-ah, so we can eat!" Bambam adds to Dongmin’s summon, "We hid from you for fifteen minutes, we’re hungry."

Juwon laughs, partly because the Gushibchil Boys are seemingly protecting one of their own before she can even start a banter.

They just know her too well, it seems.

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ericspinkhair · 3 years

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wedding fun

pairing: dom!eric, dom!sunwoo x sub! reader (no gender specified but has a vagina)

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: it’s Changmin’s sister’s wedding and his younger sibling gets super drunk and loses their virginity to Eric and Sunwoo

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y/s/n = your sister’s name

pt. 2

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Tears were welling up as you saw your beautiful sister walk down the aisle, holding onto your dad’s arm. She looked absolutely stunning with her dark hair in a fancy updo and the silver makeup shimmering on her face. Her eyelids were painted a lovely purple and the exact same color could also be found on all the bridesmaids’ dresses. After all, it was her favorite color.

Y/s/n took the hands of her very-soon-to-be-husband and looked him deep in the eyes. Everyone in the room could see the love these two had for each other. You were wondering whether you would ever be able to find this kind of love in your life. This far you had been unsuccessful and being alone scared you. But being an idol also made having a significant other very difficult so you love would not be an option for a long time.

Immersed in your own thoughts, you were taken by surprise when you heard “I do’’ already coming out of your sisters mouth.

“And do you, Kim Hanseob, take y/s/n as your beloved wife and promise to stay by her side until death do you part?’’ The room was filled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to answer. You swore to god if he didn’t say yes you’d haunt him down and make sure to kick him there where it really - “I do,” he said and before the priest could continue he had already cupped your sister’s face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks and tried to wipe them away. Your eyes met your brother's, Changmin, who also appeared to be crying and he flashed you a big smile. You grinned back.

Then your gaze fell onto your fellow members who were applauding loudly and cheering. Both your and Changmin's group were invited to sing later. That's why Changmin was sitting with his ten friends/co-workers/members in the audience and, on top of that, six girls were waiting for you there as well. You stood up there in your purple dress near your sister as you had the honor of being the bridesmaid (ever since you were little you had made it very clear that that position would be yours and threatened your sister with various horrifying scenarios in case she chose someone else).

After everyone gave heartbreaking speeches, it was time to dance and get wasted. At least that was what seemed to be planned for you. During your sister’s speech, she told everyone to get you drunk. Apparently that was her biggest wish for the night and only after that could she truly be happily married. You had turned twenty not even two months ago (Korean age) and are now a legal adult who could do adult things like drinking. The first glass was handed to you by Changmin who would not answer what kind of liquor it was and maybe half an hour later you felt quite tipsy.

Y/s/n had requested you to sing ‘Always By Your Side’ (her favorite b-side of your group) so that’s what your group performed. After that The Boyz sang ‘Break Your Rules’ and, surprisingly, Changmin’s friend Sunwoo seemed to be the most into it. Maybe it was the alcohol but you couldn’t stop staring at his luscious lips and pretty smile. His positive energy spread like a virus and the corners of your mouth wouldn’t go down.

Just as you had finished your seventh glass, another one was held right in your face.

“Having fun?” Eric teased you as you took a couple of big sips and smiled contentedly. You had never realized how beautiful this man was. His sharp jawline and divinely carved nose seemed to catch your attention. Gosh, has he always been this attractive? Noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, Eric smirked at you.

You danced a little bit together and just jammed out to the music. You tried not to look at him in fear you might not be able to take your eyes off of him. You had always sworn that Changmin’s friends were off limits. Especially his members. But it wasn’t your fault that he had decided to look so damn fine in his suit today.

Suddenly someone tapped you on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw a fine as hell looking Sunwoo smiling brightly at you two. He was holding a tray with shots and handed them to you. Y’all linked arms and downed the liquor. Since you've had multiple glasses already, you didn’t even really feel the burn in your throat anymore.

You did silly dances like the floss or copied the point dance of ‘Shine’ by Pentagon. Then the music took a different direction and suddenly ‘Whiplash’ by NCT127 was blasting through the speakers. Now you had to adjust your dancing accordingly. Eric and Sunwoo came a lot closer and you could feel their breaths on your face and neck. Not really caring anymore you gave in and moved your body to the rhythm. One of the boys was grinding from the front and one from the back and you could feel something hard poking you from both sides. You ground your body on the two boys and were enjoying how their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only as Sunwoo started placing wet kisses on your neck did you become aware of your surroundings again. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring but the rest seemed to be equally as drunk and immersed in their own stuff. Changmin was having a dance contest with one of your members and Kevin was twerking on the side.

You let out a moan as Eric sucked a hickey on your collar bone. Not wanting them to stop but also being kind of embarrassed at being in a public space, it took you all of your restraint to groan out a “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” wasn’t necessarily the response you had expected. The suggestion had come from Eric who was now caressing your sides while coming dangerously close to your chest. At this point Sunwoo was humping your butt from behind. Your panties were soaked and you were rubbing your legs. Your whole body was screaming to say yes and leave with these two sexy men.

“I know a perfect place here where we can take good care of you. Do you want us to spoil you, baby? We can make you feel so good. You’ll be screaming our names all night. Do you want that?” Sunwoo whispered into your ear. At this proposition you nodded eagerly and the alcohol in your system made your head spin. The triumph was visible in Eric’s face and he took you by your hand and led you away.

As soon as the door to the hall closed, Sunwoo spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. Your inexperience was overpowered by your intoxicated state of mind. The alcohol seemed to take over and your mouth and tongue moved on their own.

“As much as I would like to join you, we need to go quickly before someone sees us,” Eric urged you and you parted in dismay. The venue your sister had rented for the wedding was huge and you found yourself locked in a room on the fourth floor, far far away from the rest (most importantly from Changmin).

The beautiful purple dress was now lying somewhere in a corner (but you made sure they took it off carefully) and your bra was nowhere in sight. Pressed against the wall both of your nipples were being taken care of by the two boys. Someone was biting, someone was licking and it all felt like heaven. Sunwoo’s thigh in between your legs prevented you from rubbing your legs together but you still got a good amount of friction and rubbed yourself on his muscle.

“Who knew that y/n could be so horny? My leg is completely wet from your pussy.”

“Then take your pants off,” you contered, not knowing what exactly came over you. Sunwoo, as well as Eric, wasted no time in discarding their pants and underwear and left you staring at the two most beautiful dicks you had ever seen. And also the first ones. You didn’t move, not really knowing what to do. They must have noticed too as they each took your hand and led it to their cocks. They slowly guided your hands up and down their shafts. After a while they let go and you rubbed a bit quicker, enjoying the effect you had on them.

The logical next step was to suck so you knelt down. First, you let your tongue taste Sunwoo’s tip and he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling more confident, you started by licking up his shaft before wrapping your mouth around the head. It was big and tasted a bit salty but it felt so good knowing that you were bringing pleasure to this pretty boy.

“Baby, do you want to taste me too?” asked Eric and you switched. Now you were sucking Eric’s length and stroking Sunwoo. Eric let out small moans and grabbed your hair tightly. You looked up at him and admired his physique (you hadn’t noticed that they had taken off their shirts).

They took turns using your mouth and even started gently thrusting and you were a bit overwhelmed with how thick they were. Eric’s pumps were getting quicker but suddenly pulled out. Did you do something wrong?

“Fuck, y/n! You’re going to make me come already. We haven’t even shown you the real thing.” Sunwoo helped you stand up and then pulled your panties down. He picked you up and lay you down on the bed. Before you could register anything happening, you suddenly felt something very wet connecting with your heat. Sunwoo had licked a strip up your pussy. Your body arched as he sucked on your clit, the sensation feeling overwhelming.

“Look how sensitive y/n is. I wonder how our baby will react when we put our dicks inside.”

“I’m a virgin!” you suddenly blurt out. You weren’t sure why you told them but it probably wasn’t wrong to let them know.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eric responded while Sunwoo began fucking you with his tongue, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sunwoo moved to the side and Eric took his place in between your thighs. He then planted a big kiss on your lips as he pushed one finger inside. The sensation felt a bit foreign. Of course you had fingered yourself before but having someone else do it was very different. Instead of going super fast like you had expected, he took his time. It was easy to adjust and soon you felt another finger at your entrance.

Your pussy took the second digit in as well but this time the discomfort was more noticeable. Apparently it was also visible on your face because Sunwoo began exchanging wet kisses with you and massaged your nipples as a distraction. He mumbled soft praises against your mouth, telling you how good you were being.

“I think y/n is ready,” Eric said after a while. You had been approaching your climax and felt a bit disappointed.

“You do have condoms, right?” you asked a bit panicked, remembering that you were not on the pill. Sunwoo stood up and picked out condoms from their pants. He held them up while smirking at you. Seems like they came prepared.

Once you felt more comfortable, you gave him a nod and he started moving. Sunwoo began very slowly but as you started showing signs of pleasure he increased his speed. He was placing hickeys all over your collarbone and neck and you were tugging at his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Eric watching you while stroking himself, patiently waiting for his turn. Slowly Sunwoo’s breaths and thrusts started becoming sloppier and then, while moaning out your name, he came hard in his condom.

Sunwoo rolled the condom over his hard penis and aligned himself at your entrance. He stroked your face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Try to relax.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as if to tell him that you were going to be just fine. He kissed you deeply as he pushed in. The sensation felt overwhelming so you grabbed onto Sunwoo’s arms. He held still while trying to distract you with kisses.

He was trying to catch his breath but Eric left him no time and pushed him aside. Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick right into you and began pumping. He started with an already high speed so you felt quite a strong sensation from the start. He held you by your hips and kept a fast pace. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he was fucking you hard. It didn’t hurt, it was like waves of pleasure were running over you. Since he had already jerked off when Sunwoo had had his turn, he didn’t last as long as the other boy did.

“Can I come on you?” he asked you as he picked up the speed even more. Barely being able to respond you slightly nodded and he suddenly pulled out. He took off the condom, stroked his throbbing length a few times and then shot his load all over your body. Some landed on your belly, some on your tits and some even on your face. Eric let out stuttering groans as he unloaded his cum onto you. Thinking you were done, you tried to get up but was quickly pushed back down onto the mattress.

“You didn’t come yet,” Eric stated matter-of-factly. He lowered his face to your heat and started lapping. You felt very sensitive and gasped in surprise when you felt Sunwoo playing with your clit. Damn, these boys definitely knew what they were doing. Like this, you came closer and closer to your high. At this point you were sure that you were screaming a lot but didn’t know whether anyone could comprehend your words. Feeling that you were almost there, Sunwoo and Eric picked up their pace and, not long after, your eyes rolled back into your head and darkness took over.

Your orgasm was very intense and wet. After your body had finished, you felt very weak and exhausted but satisfied. Not really being able to open your eyes again you just lay there. You barely noticed the boys cleaning you up before sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling extremely sore in between your legs. Opening your eyes was tough but when you did you wished you hadn’t. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. First of all, you were completely naked and so were the two boys next to you. Even worse was that these were your brother’s members, the only people you had sworn to avoid any romantic (let alone sexual) contact with. Your head was also hurting and you felt like throwing up. So this is what alcohol did to you.

Sunwoo and Eric seemed to be still sleeping so you just quickly dressed yourself and ran out of the room. How do you even deal with this kind of situation? Now you had to avoid Sunwoo and Eric for the rest of your life and also had to keep a big secret from Changmin. If he ever found out you’d be dead but what would happen to the two guys who had fucked you seemed to be an even worse fate. You felt kind of dirty having been used by two men but at the same time it had felt so good. You even came and that amount of pleasure was something you had never felt before. Sadly, this kind of scenario could only ever happen again in your dreams.

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a-funny-little-sunflower · 3 years

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Lady Dimitrescu x male reader

[For my simp of a friend, Magnus and for @markiplier]

You were travelling through Europe, and you were currently staying in a little village near a large castle. The village was a tad too religious for your liking, but you couldn’t judge, and besides, the forest and castle made the most beautiful backdrop for painting habits.

One night, when you couldn’t sleep, you’d had the impulsive decision to go on a bit of walk through the snowy landscape, the fresh cool air being too much of a temptation for you to surpass.

However, you had wandered too far and before long, a sea of darkness had enveloped you, and there wasn’t even a star in the sky to guide you back to where you were staying.

Thankfully, your phone hadn’t died just yet, so you had that salvation in being able to see where you were putting your feet. But, on an icy path, being able to see where your going doesn’t mean you aren’t going to fall, and you learnt that the hard way.

You were trying to slowly make your way down an icy hill, and even with your special winter boots, it was difficult, and then all of a sudden, your feet came out from under you without warning and the last thing you remember before everything went dark was sliding down the hill and hearing something moving in the distance.

When you awoke, you felt a cold metal chain wrapped around your wrists, and you were being dragged along a cold forest floor by it.

When you managed to crane your neck enough to see who exactly was dragging you, you were met with broad shoulders and some brown locks just barely visible underneath what seemed to be a hat of some kind.

The man must have felt you staring because he turned his to look at you, and without ceasing in his dragging, he said “You might wanna catch a few more winks there handsome, we’re a long way from the castle yet, and you won’t be doing much sleeping when Alcina gets her hands on ya.”

The broad-shouldered man’s words intrigued you, but you were already feeling your eyes slip close once more, so you had no chance to ask him what he meant.

When you finally woke up again, you heard the voices of 3 women, chattering excitedly together, like an orchestra of birds.

“Oh, I just know that Alcina will love him! He just perfect, isn’t he? Oh, this will be just a lovely present, and it’s a good thing Heisenberg found him when he did, if he hadn’t, he probably would have frozen to death!” The first woman said excitedly.

“I don’t see why we have to keep him alive, why not make use of his body and blood and be done with it?” The second woman with a seductive voice asked.

“Because he bears the same mark as Alcina, don’t you see it on his wrist, see, look, look! Sister, you’re not looking!” The first said is whiny tone, she must be the youngest.

“Well, so what if he does?” The second woman snapped, “That doesn’t mean anything!”

“Oh, you are so stupid, sister!”

“Sisters please…” A third voice entered the conversation, and she must have held authority over the other two because they went silent immediately.

“The fact that he bears the same mark as Alcina means that he is her soulmate, and unless you wish to suffer her wrath, I wouldn’t even think touching him”. She said in a firm warning tone.

“Yes, sister,” the other 2 women said in unison. “Good, now come, we must tell Lady Dumitrescu that her beloved one has finally arrived, just as Mother Miranda promised.” The sound of 3 pairs of heeled footsteps echoed out the door of the room you were in, and you were left alone with your thoughts.

Where were you, and who were those women? Why were they talking about your birthmark, and most importantly, who was Lady Dumitrescu?

Lady Dumitrescu. You liked that name.

Although your limbs were sore and your back ached, you found the strength to get to your feet and look around the room. It looked like it was fit for a Lord.

The bed was a massive four-poster, there was a roaring fireplace and two seats sitting opposite each other right beside the fireplace, a desk, and a painting…Wait…Painting?

Above the fireplace, was a painting of the most divine looking woman you had ever seen in your entire life. The woman seemed to ooze confidence as if she knew that she was better than you and wasn’t afraid to bring attention to that fact. Her golden eyes seemed to glow, and you couldn’t tell if that was because of the firelight or perhaps it was some kind of divine intervention.

After all, surely there had to be some kind of divine intervention to make a being of such beauty.

You had been so transfixed with the staring at the beautiful woman in the painting that you hadn’t heard the door creak open, nor had you heard the click of heels getting closer to you and you were yet to be hit with the realization that the subject of portrait you were currently fawning over, was standing right behind you.

What finally got your attention was the fact that a shadow was being cast right over the portrait, causing your view to be obstructed and that enraged you.

You quickly span around, ready to confront the person that would dare to obstruct the viewing of a Goddess, but what you were met with was the Goddess herself, standing proudly in all her glory.

She was even more gorgeous in the flesh; everything was made to perfection. She was incredibly tall, taller than you could have imagined, wearing a beautiful white dress that complimented her pale complexion, hugged every curve of her elegant form, and displayed her breast in the most exquisite manner. She stood with the confidence of a queen, and if someone had said that she was the very being who hung the stars in the sky, you would have believed them in an instant.

You must have stood there admiring her form for what seemed like years, you couldn’t even bring yourself to blink because you want to miss a single second of this angel before you.

Your final breaking point was when Lady Dumitrescu must have found your smitten expression humorous, and let a smile grace her gorgeous face. Her dazzling smile had such an effect on you that it caused you to drop to your knees in what you could only assume to be worship.

Lady Dumitrescu stared down at your trembling form for a few moments, still smiling and then began to speak. “Come now darling, there will plenty of other times for you to get down on your knees for me in the future, let’s just a conversation first hmm?”

You nodded dumbly, left star struck by the goddess in front of you and allowed her to help you to your shaking feet and guide you to a chair by the fireplace. You shakily sat down without taking your eyes off her and waited for her to speak once more.

“Darling, do you know why you’re here?” She asked. You silently shook your head and the Lady Dumitrescu spoke again. “You were brought to my castle by little brother because he noticed the mark on your wrist, it’s identical to mine and it means that we are destined to be soulmates, just as Mother Miranda prophesied.”

She stated all this like it was already written history, but she hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Are you aware of what that means, and are you comfortable with it?”

It took a moment for all of Alcina’s words to register but you eventually understood. You and Alcina were destined to be together, the fates had written it long before the creation of the world, and after all, who were you to argue with fate?

You smiled at your newly found soulmate, and you felt as though for the first time in your life, you were completely whole. You reached forwards, gathered her hand and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to it, sealing your love for one another for all eternity.

#Lady Dimitrescu x male reader #Lady Dimitrescu x reader #Lady Dimitrescu #x male reader

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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Title: At Sunrise

Summary:

“If I give birth while looking out at the sunset, do you think I’ll forget what happened... in the war?” Hange cocked her head to the side and whatever subtle smile on her face had faded into something more desolate.

“Do memories even work that way?” Levi asked.

“Maybe they do? All I know is when I see the setting sun, I don’t wanna think of death anymore. I wanna think of life.”

Hange wants to give birth to her child at sunset and Levi and Hange both learn that it's not that simple. Written for Levihan Week 2021, Day 3: Sunset

Link: AO3

Notes:

Written for Levihan Week 2021, Day 3: Sunset, organized by @levihanweek.

I hope you enjoy!

Hange’s pregnancy had been far from peaceful. As time passed though, as her stomach swelled, Hange transformed from the embodiment of chaos into this strangely calm creature. And their home had started to feel more like a sanctuary than a warzone.

Having dealt with the worst of Hange’s restlessness, Levi was still always searching for conflict in that very suspicious silence. He searched for conflict in the silent kitchen, in the clatter of plates, the clank of the utensils on the plates and pots.

The noise was all his though. Hange had gone out to the balcony for some fresh air just a while ago.

She had a very annoying habit of wandering off without telling him and Levi had more than nine months to confirm it for himself and to build contingency plans. He knew what to do. He set an internal timer for fifteen minutes like he did every other time before. He would never leave Hange alone for anything more than fifteen minutes at a time.

But he never told her that. In between housework, in between dusting each room, he was counting down. When the countdown was close to five, he was already on his way to the balcony. When it was down to two, he already had a clear view of what was beyond the glass door.

By the time his internal counter fell to one, he was watching Hange. Her back was towards him, her hair was down and she was sitting on the sun chair.

Strangely relaxed, strangely at peace.

After such an eventful pregnancy, even peace had a way of alerting Levi’s primitive instincts. He couldn’t tell too much from her back, but her movements were too relaxed. It was far from what he had expected from someone who had always approached adversity with a confident stride.

Just one look. Levi told himself. He dropped his mop by the side of the glass door and walked out and onto the balcony.

The back view of Hange didn’t lie. She was slower than usual, but she wasn’t at all sluggish. It seemed like she wasn’t in a hurry at all, as if frozen in time. When Levi stood closer, got a clearer side view, he started to figure for herself what had her in such a state.

A large baby bump. Something he had gotten used to overtime. With Hange relaxed, her shoulders dropped and slouched on the sun chair, it was bigger.

She had a clumsily folded paper crane propped on her belly. Her hands were busy folding another one. Her belly was a table where she would rest her hands during her short breaks in between.

She looked like she had found joy in the process. Levi didn’t have to ponder for long to figure out what exactly made a few paper cranes amusing enough to entertain even Hange.

The paper crane on her belly hopped for a split second, carried by the air or maybe some trick of gravity.

Levi stifled a smile. He walked closer, slowly at first. When the crane hopped again, Levi sped up then leaned over until his face was inches away from her.

Hange looked up at him, her eyes wide, a grin plastered on her lips. “Try it.” Her tone had been welcoming, as if she hadn’t at all been surprised by Levi barging in on whatever intimate moment she had with her belly.

“Try what?” Levi asked. He noticed the pile of papers right between them, cut out in squares.

Hange pulled one from the pile, held it gently between her fingertips and she started to fold them, clumsily, very clumsily.

Maybe she just didn't do too well with anything hands-on, or maybe the pains of giving birth had made it a little more difficult to align corners perfectly with the first folds.

Either way, the important thing was Hange enjoyed it. The safe and peaceful activity of folding paper cranes and propping it on her belly had kept her busy, kept her productive and more importantly kept her too distracted to ponder work and the impending labor.

Levi followed suit, to humor her or to just enjoy those tranquil bonding moments few and far between. Admittedly, his own attempts at folding a bird were neater than Hange’s.

She didn’t seem to mind. “Hey! Let’s use that.” In fact, she looked pretty excited to have a more deftly folded bird on her belly.

Her enthusiasm was contagious and Levi found himself taking the initiative. He gingerly placed the bird on her belly and the paper wings bounced with a neat flourish.

“Not there,” Hange chided. She grabbed the wing and held it lightly between her fingertips, dragging it a few inches to one side. “Then we wait.”

They didn’t have to wait for long. Hange watched with too much anticipation, Levi could have pretended she was watching something a million times more interesting than a belly.

The bird bounced then flew once again, the wings fluttered. A subtle but still surreal enough of a view that Levi didn’t notice how his hands instinctively plopped onto her baby bump.

“Did you see that?” Hange’s eyes were wide with wonder, complete satisfaction. She could have been telling him about a new shipment of new technology from Marley.

“See what?” Levi asked. He had a good guess of what Hange had been referring to.

“The baby, he kicked,” Hange responded. “Watch.” Her grin evolved into something toothy, her eyes narrowed to something sly. She hovered her hand just an inch away from the paper crane on her belly and she started to poke at her belly. Then the skin of her belly moved for just a split second.

“What the---”

Hange let out a naughty laugh as she poked again on the other side. She turned to Levi. “You wanna try?” She guided his hand towards the side of her belly..

For a while, Levi hesitated. “Are you fucking serious? You’re gonna start a fight with your child now?”

“A fight?” Hange furrowed her eyes in confusion, then she put her hand on her belly and poked again. “Well, might as well start the kid early right?”

Levi wanted to rebel. He didn’t want to give Hange what she wanted, especially when she was in one of those impish moods of hers. When Hange poked again, Levi didn’t follow suit. Instead he spread his hands out and propped it on her belly. He caressed slowly. He felt a kick then he moved his hand closer to the kick and stroked around the surface a little more carefully.

“You’re too boring,” Hange said with a pout.

“The kid’s been through too much already,” Levi responded. A restless Hange, an overworked Hange, a kidnapping fiasco, a rat bite were more than enough adventure for an unborn baby.

The real world probably wouldn’t be any better anyway. The soldier inside him suggested. The world they lived in was different, it was an era of peace. Levi was hopeful enough to brush that cynical thought with little to no problems.

Hange had started off with strategic pokes and prods around the belly but eventually, she had mellowed down to caresses and strokes, similar to Levi’s own. Her attention must have shifted elsewhere. Levi looked up to see Hange looking ahead.

The view from their balcony has always been breathtaking. It captured the horizon of urban Paradis, some of the mountains behind it and just a flicker of the flat fields towards one side. Having lived most of his life in the underground city and then within walls, Levi had never gotten tired of the unimpeded view that stretched even beyond the built up land.

Hange would probably never get tired of it either. She had lived within walls her whole life. She had worked within offices for years after that. There just wasn’t enough opportunity or time to sit back and appreciate such a view.

The baby continued to kick and Hange continued to stare ahead. Following her gaze, Levi was quick to notice it. Beyond the built up land, then the fields, towards the direction of the ocean, something else shone brighter. The loud shades of red, orange and yellow seemed to travel farther, they climbed over the shadows of the buildings, travelled through gaps between buildings and they bathed Hange in light.

Her eyes wide, her mouth agape, Hange seemed to glow.

Levi wasn’t Hange and he could never guess exactly how it must have felt to be seeing it from her eyes. She was very much pregnant, utterly bored and her mind was a black hole of ideas. Many of them, ideas Levi would never be able to comprehend.

“We don’t know when the baby will be born,” Hange said.

“What?” Levi spat out in surprise. Hange had spoken up so abruptly, it had taken a long few seconds longer to process. And even with those few seconds, he still didn’t get it.

“We don’t know what day the baby will be born…” Hange repeated, more slowly that time. As if that would be enough to make Levi understand. “And I don’t mind when… but it would be nice to pick the time of day.”

“Why would you wanna do that?” Levi could think of a thousand possible reasons. With Hange though, it wasn’t a matter of what, it was a matter of ‘which reason.’”

Hange hummed. “Just a thought,” she said nonchalantly.

Hange never had ‘just thoughts’ though. With nothing much else to do though, Levi thought it worth a conversation. “Is there any specific time you want the baby to be born?”

“If I could pick?” Hange asked. She paused for a second. “I wanna give birth to the baby around sunset...right before nightfall.”

Sunset. Hange had said that word carefully.. In the silence that followed, Levi found himself foraging for some logical explanation for it. Hange always had a logical reason for anything, even the most random whims. “Why sunset?” Levi asked.

Hange didn’t speak immediately and Levi wasn’t wasting any time waiting. He looked for an answer elsewhere, in the way the setting sun had bathed her then in the way she glowed.

She was on fire again.

Years ago, she had burned alive then for a few days, she was dead. Or so, he thought she had died. Whatever magic the beast titan and the subsequent release of the curse did, it had left him that whole experience as just a painful memory of a very temporary loss. He could forget if he willed it.

“I heard… giving birth is so painful, it’s memorable,” Hange said. “If I give birth while looking out at the sunset, do you think I’ll forget…” She cocked her head to the side and whatever subtle smile on her face had faded into something more desolate.

Forget dying. Forget being on fire as the plane leaves? Right under the setting sun?

“Actually you know what, I don’t think I'll ever forget burning alive and falling into the ocean,” Hange dropped her shoulders a little lower, sliding down on the backrest of the bench. Her belly seemed bigger from that terribly uncomfortable position. “But when I look at the setting sun, I wanna remember something else.”

“Do memories work that way?” Does trauma work that way? Having lived a long life, Levi never really did forget trauma. Happy memories though sometimes had the power to superimpose themselves into some of his worst memories growing up.

Hange shrugged. “Maybe they do? All I know is when I see the setting sun, I don’t wanna think of death anymore. I wanna think of life.”

***

Ultimately babies are the ones who choose when to come out. The doctors and parents can only adjust.

Their case was no exception. It was an unpredictable process and Hange wasn’t doing anything to make it any more predictable.

Levi had done his own research on labor beforehand. Contractions were painful, excruciatingly painful and any sign of them should have been grounds for calling a midwife or a hospital.

The day it happened, Hange hadn’t been screaming though. She calmly told him to call a taxi and take her to the hospital. Any hins to whatever she had been feeling were subtle and Levi chose to grip the most obvious hint. Obvious hints, but in the grand scheme of things, they were still very subtle. He focused on the way her grip tightened, in between long intervals. He focused on the way her breath hitched as she sat back on the car seat.

“Levi, what time is it?” Her voice came out as a weak hush.

“Almost noon,” Levi said.

“Hopefully he doesn’t come too fast.” Hange looked out the window, her head bent back, maybe looking up at the sun. “What if he really does wait until sunset?”

“Labor can last hours apparently,” Levi whispered. He took one breath and spoke a little louder. “Hange, does it hurt?”

Eyes closed, breaths coming quicker, Hange spoke up. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Long intervals between episodes of pain became shorter and shorter with every development. They were given a room, a bed and everyone was taking great pains to keep Hange comfortable.

Levi stood guard, not even bothering to take a late lunch. Somehow, he never figured out what was comfortable to Hange. Sometimes, she sat up, sometimes she leaned back and sometimes she lay back on the bed. She was always fidgeting then changing positions and all Levi could do was adjust.

The rhythm of her breathing never evened out to something predictable.

He couldn’t blame her. Historia had told him that contractions felt like something was reaching inside her and twisting their gut. Sometimes that invisible hand was gripping her organs tightly enough to tear at it.

And the pain always came at regular intervals.

Hange was stoic though and Levi could never tell exactly how she felt. In those moments of reprieve, she was looking out the window. And when the pain came and went, she let out a hitch breath and grip the bed covers a little tighter.

To humor her even in the tense silence, Levi looked out the window too. If his own guess had been right, Hange was waiting for the sun to set. When he followed, thought too deeply into the minute movements of the sun, he found time continued to move albeit at a snails pace. He found that he was very much contented positioning Hange’s hands on his, and absorbing whatever strong grip that came with each contraction.

It was late into winter, the sun would usually set by four. An hour before four, Hange seemed tranquil. Levi started to entertain some pessimistic thoughts. “Hange?”

“Hm?” Hange didn’t look back at him.

“What if the baby doesn’t come out by sunset?”

“He’ll come out,” Hange said.

“How do you know?”

“I can feel it.” It soon followed, the small gesture that could have been all the pain Hange was willing to show. She clutched the blanket tighter with one shaking hand. Her jaw dropped, an exhale released and Hange closed her eyes. Then her face crumpled.

Levi could have sworn he saw tears. “Should I call the nurses?” His hand was halfway to the call button.

“No, don’t put me to sleep. I wanna experience… “ The sunset? The life? Hange still had the strength to shake her head and Levi suspected desperation was a major fuel.

That was enough for Levi to hesitate then sit back down on the chair next to the bed. Only an hour until sunset, and Hange was fighting.

***

Hange and Levi were both soldiers. They’ve both been through too much adversity, most of them unimaginable to ordinary folk.

Hange knew the pain of getting her back slammed against some crystal cave,the pain of a piece of metal ramming through her shoulder at high speed. Levi knew how it felt to be flung many feet into the air by an explosion, then land feet away from ground zero. Sick soldiers, or even lifeless soldiers caked with blood and dirt wasn’t at all a foreign sight for Levi either.

A long and colorful experience with violence or pain could only do so much to prepare Hange for the pain of human birth. It hadn’t done enough to subdue whatever turning sensation had settled in Levi’s stomach.

When Hange’s wracked with ragged breaths and choked sobs, Levi’s stomach turned. During those respites in between, they looked back out at the sun together, then they turned counting down until sunset into a game.

If one looked closely at the movement of the brightest streams of light, they could figure out for themselves how far the sun had already descended into the horizon. The light always started white. When it shifted to a subtle orange, it still told of an abundance of time. When the orange seemed to glow though, the bright shifts in color could have been screaming at them to hurry.

***

By whatever magic, or maternal instinct, Hange was right. By sunset, the baby was ready to come out.

There was no grand announcement nor grand celebration but Levi didn’t expect that anyway. He couldn’t help but wish though that the development had come a little less subtly.

Leading up to sunset, the nurses were suddenly coming to check on Hange too often. When Levi started to count, he estimated four to five minutes between each visit.

Around the time when the sun started to shift from a bright orange glow to a red one, when splashes of purple settled in the blue sky, a doctor visited.

The sky was beautiful, a very beautiful purple. It was the prologue to the beautiful sunset they had watched together in the balcony, the sunset Hange must have been dreaming of giving birth under.

But Hange wasn’t look at it.

She couldn’t look at it when too many things were happening at once. The doctor was explaining something about a feet first delivery, an umbilical cord that was falling out, and something inside her that was failing to dilate. Then he was suggesting a c-section.

Emergency surgery. If she wanted to save the baby, she had to get it out as soon as possible.

There were no yes or no questions to answer, no questions on preferences. All they understood was if they wanted the baby to survive, Hange had to consent to being wheeled to the emergency room, to be put to sleep and ultimately, to go under the knife.

The sky turned purple, the light blue almost completely blanketed over and the surgery was underway.

Was there a wide window in the surgery room? Levi asked himself for a second. He had followed while they wheeled her in just to take a peek. He was disappointed to find that there was none.

Alone in her hospital room, he allowed himself a sardonic smile. Of course, she wouldn't care, she was dead asleep. He walked towards the wide window, settling himself on one of the hospital chairs and stared out.

The setting of the sun was a very gradual process and it was an excruciatingly slow one. Levi couldn’t help but be just a little grateful though that it had been slow. The chaos that had ended with Hange under the knife had only been long enough for the sky to turn from a light blue to a more subtle purple. It was still early enough in the evening that the sun still peeked out from under the horizon etched by the urban sprawl.

The purple and the bright red still touched the streets and some of the more hidden corners still reflected the many shades of orange and red, too many of them to pick out. When Levi narrowed his eyes, focused on the red, he could have sworn the streets were on fire.

He looked back at the sky and traced the horizon. In the silence, he started to notice that when he focused on the right colors, the sky seemed to be on fire too. When he thought back to the right memories, the sky seemed to burn brighter, so bright he could almost hear it.

He heard everything from the rumbling of the titans, to the whirring of the airplane. When he made out the burning on the horizon, the small burning figment, he started to hear even the distant screams and slicing of the blade. He could never be too sure if it had been her.

Soon, he felt it, the weight of grief, the stiffness that came with death and the utter desolation and desperation that came with his mind trying to answer the question, What now?

All I know is when I see the setting sun, I don’t wanna think of death anymore.

At first, it had seemed like a strange comment to Levi. Hange though had a special talent of always being right, or at least always making sense in retrospect. Alone in the room, completely hypnotized by the horizon, Levi had to admit, when he saw the setting sun, when took time to think deeply into it, he saw death.

He tried to look away, in an attempt to focus instead on the dim corners of the hospital interior. The corners seemed to still catch the most fiery light and he still heard the rumbling, the slicing of blades. He sat back on Hange’s empty hospital bed and pondered for a second longer.

How long would he be seeing death? And reality might have been on a mission to answer him.

As soon as he took a deep breath then mustered the courage to find beauty at the end of the journey of the setting sun, he started to hear it just above the sound of the distant rumbling.

There was faint crying. There was a click of the door, the rolling of the sliding door. Then the crying was not so faint anymore. It was coming from right behind him.

“Mr. Ackerman, your son.” A nurse’s voice.

The cry was rough, ragged and it tickled at Levi’s ears but it sounded much louder than distant screams and the distant sounds of titan steps.

Life.

The baby was swaddled in a piece of cloth. He was small enough that Levi had to hold his arms close to himself to snugly cradle the child.

He admired the warmth of the blanket, the warmth of human touch and the profound way at which it had taken over every other feeling before. Suddenly, he wasn’t smelling the coast anymore or the smell of gasoline, he was smelling some strange smell, a mixture of sweet milk and honey, enough to pull at his lip and leave his eyes moist.

When he looked at the sunset again, he started to enjoy the gradual way at which the colors changed, he was starting to enjoy the way it bathed the dim room with some strange combination between orange and purple.

It was a beautiful evening outside and it would have been nice if Hange could see it too. “How’s Hange?” Levi asked. It had felt like he had been reflecting for a while.

The nurse was still behind him and it didn’t look like she had been waiting for a while. “She’s in post recovery.”

“How long will she be there?”

“An hour or so. I can bring you there.”

Levi took her up on the offer, the baby cradled on two arms. When he arrived there, Hange was fast asleep and Levi couldn’t help but ruefully note, the recovery room did not have a wide window.

***

Hange was still in and out of consciousness. Her eyes fluttered and her hand was propped lightly just above the wound. With the way she had turned to the window and the way her eyes opened just wide enough to show a faded glimmer, Levi sensed disappointment.

“Luke was born at sunset,” Levi said, just an attempt to console Hange. I wish you could have seen it. Was that the best thing to say? Before he could even mouth them, he stopped himself.

“How did the sunset look?” Hange asked.

“Like all sunsets.” If he couldn’t console her, he could at least sour grape with her.

“What colors?”

“Purple, blue…” Levi started.

“Orange? And red?” Hange completed. She turned to him, a weak grin on her face.

Levi only noticed then that he had been a little careful with his words. Did Hange still see death in the sunset? When she had taken down the titans, did she ever see the fire that engulfed her? “Do you want to imagine orange and red?”

Hange didn’t answer. Instead, she went for another question. “Was it beautiful?”

It was a simple question and Hange had asked it in such a genuine manner. Levi couldn’t lie. “It was beautiful. Very beautiful.”

“I would have liked to see it,” Hange said calmly. A weak wry smile graced her lips. Her eyes fluttered then fell towards her hands that lay limp on her stomach.

Before Levi could even find a way to console her, Hange had found one for herself. She turned slowly to the crib right next to the bed, to their son who was sleeping peacefully. She then relaxed.

Levi didn’t know how much more helpful he could be but it didn’t hurt to try. “Tomorrow, the sun will rise and tomorrow night, the sun will set again. We’ll see a hundred or even a thousand more sunsets with Luke,” he said. “And they’ll look as beautiful as the one I saw today.”

When Levi turned to the bed, he saw her, leaning further back on the bed, her eyes closed and her mouth fell to a more peaceful smile. “And I can’t wait to see them all,” Hange said. Her voice came out more as a weak hush.

When you see the sunset, do you still see death? Levi had said it as a whisper. It was a question he didn’t want to forget, a question he had been hesitant to ask but something he couldn’t read into Hange for himself. Sohe gambled.

“That’s what years of war does to us maybe. Maybe we won’t ever forget,” Hange said, the only proof that she was still alert and very much listening.

Guilt washed over Levi and he fell back on the chair right next to the bed and clutched her hand. Once again, Hange was right, he most likely would never forget the war either. But something as beautiful as the sunset, didn’t have to signify death.

“It might not be the sunset tomorrow or the sunset after that, but one day, you won’t look at the sunset anymore and see death. Luke and I… We’ll make more memories under the sunset. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hange didn’t respond. Her breath eventually evened out and whatever weak grip she had on his hand and on the bed covers just below eventually loosened.

Levi slipped his hand from underneath hers, stood up and turned to the clock. It took him a while but he eventually calculated at least twelve hours until sunrise.

Too long of a wait for most. He understood though that healing took time. And maybe when healing, they could always start with the sunrise.

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tloujm · 3 years

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Part XXVI: Giving Grief

Author’s Notes: This is the first chapter I’ve posted in months (literally since April). I don’t know if this is a full comeback. I have a few chapters in the drafts that need to be edited and formatted for posting but after that, I still plan on continuing the series bc my plan was always have a long fic. With no new content after part II of the game was released, my interest in the fandom waned but was always there. Now with HBO creating a show based off the game, as well as me being apart of the Pedro Pascal fandom, I think I will soon become more consistent in posting as new content gets released. I will say that at least half of what appeals to me for Joel is Troy Baker’s voice and while I love Pedro’s voice too, I know it won’t be the same. I still think Pedro will do the voice justice bc he can do a damn fine country accent as seen in the movie Prospect on Netflix. If you’re a fan of his and have Netflix, please go watch it!

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Summary: You and Joel reconcile and bond over Ellie and Sarah.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel waited for you to come home. He paced back and forth in the kitchen switching from holding the card and setting it down on the counter. He was eager to talk to you about this new revelation partly because he was nervous to have the other conversation with you. After a while of calming his nerves down, you still hadn’t come home. The sun had set an hour ago and Joel was ready to throw on his boots and go looking for you.

Just as he laced them up, the front door opened. You walked in and immediately stopped because his body blocked you from walking in the house further.

“Going somewhere?” You asked as you slid past him. He was a grown man and could do what he wanted, but the thought of him leaving to go do other things before the issue between you was resolved upset you.

He reached back down to unlace his boots. “Not anymore. I was ‘bout to head out and find you.”

“Why?” You asked dryly.

“I’d been waiting on you to come home for a couple of hours. We gotta talk.”

“You’re right, we do. I was helping Wendy walk the kids home from the daycare; that’s what held me up. I’m here now, though.” You leaned against the back of the couch and crossed your arms. The stance you took reminded you of what Joel would do.

He walked into the kitchen and came back. “Kiddo made this for us.”

You took it in your hands. “When did she have time to make this?” He shrugged. Your fingers brushed across the drawing of the hat before finally opening it. “Oh my God.” She looked at you for a split second before looking back down at her signature. “Her name has been ‘Ellie’ the whole time.”

“I know.” He commented.

“She never said anything. All of us have asked her.”

“Technically, she still hasn’t spoken her name, but I guess she wasn’t ready for that.”

“She wasn’t ready to let anybody in.” You said. He nodded in agreement.

“Until now.” He walked up to you and pointed to her name on the card. “She’s doing so good, this Ellie. I can only try to imagine the horrors that she’s seen out in the world before she came to Jackson, but whatever happened out there, it led her to us. I’m...It’s just nice to see her opening up to this place.”

You understood what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m proud of her too.” You walked past him and into the kitchen to hang the card on the refrigerator. Joel followed. This time, his arms were crossed.

“(Y/N), I meant it when I said I was sorry back there. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” You rebutted.

“I was upset with you because I expected you to react the same as me when Ellie climbed up that T-Rex, but I don’t want a carbon copy of myself. I love you and want to have a family with you because you are wise beyond your years, confident even if you don’t always think so, responsible even for things that aren’t your responsibility and most importantly, you’re level headedness. Where I have a tendency to lose my cool in certain situations, you are guided by this calm...patient sense of will that I envy.” He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, giving you the opportunity to say something. Seeing that you were still soaking in his words, he continued. “You’ll be a great mother. I saw it in the gentle way you juggled all those kids at the daycare. I saw it in the way you took care of Ellie the first day she came here. You’ll see though, if it’s meant for us to have a baby, how difficult it is to stop worrying. It didn’t stop when Sarah....even when I tried to push those feelings away. It doesn’t stop. I know she’s not her, but it’s hard for me to just stand by and watch her do something that could hurt her.”

“I wasn’t standing by, or at least that wasn’t my intention. I wanted to give her space. She’s so delicate, or maybe that’s my problem. I shouldn’t treat her like she’s some glass figurine. I just wanted her to grow comfortable with us by trusting her. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me to do when there was nothing personally for me to go off of, but then I thought, she’s lived out there for God knows how long by herself. She’s not only seen things but has been able to survive things. It’s hard to see how clever someone is when they won’t let you in, but I knew she had to be to have made it this far. I get it though. I’ve never been a parent. I can only sympathize with your worries. I can not empathize with you until I’ve been where you have. I’m sorry too. I could have found a way to give her space without allowing her to be in such a dangerous spot. You must be disappointed in me.”

He moved up to you and placed his hands on your shoulder. “I’m not. Look at me. I’m not disappointed in you. She was both of our responsibilities earlier.” He brought you into a tight hug. “You’re right, she is smart. She felt comfortable enough to show a side of herself that no one else has seen. You know why? ‘Cause she felt safe around us. Despite the grief she put me through, it was nice to see her so happy.”

“I know it was, wasn’t it? I can’t believe she jumped though! I didn’t think she’d go that far.”

“At the end of the day, kids will be kids. It’s not an excuse to slack off on raising ‘em, but there's just a certain wild and carefree nature that every kid has. It’s instilled in their DNA or somethin’ and then it fades away as they get older, about the time their back starts to ache.” Joel chuckled as he explained. He kissed the top of your head before pulling away to get a good look at you. He made a face as if to ask if you were ok. You nodded. He took your hand and pulled you into the living room. You sat down next to him. “She reminds me of Sarah sometimes. Ellie’s about the same age as her. She ran me through the ringer, raising that one.” He chuckled at the memories. “I wouldn’t trade it in for the world, being her dad, but you shoulda seen the amount of grief she put me through. Especially being a single parent.” He wiped his hand across his face, letting it linger along the length of his neck. “One time, she snuck off to some skate park when I told her no. She was in this skateboarding phase. I bought her a customized skateboard for her birthday and she would practice using it up and down the driveway. She had barely learned that little flippy trick when she asked me to take her to the skate park. I told her no because it looked like it was for experienced skaters. I wanted her to practice more first. To say the least, she was mad at me. She told me she was staying after school for the science club, but she really went to the skate park with some friends. By the time I figured out where she was, I found her lying in the grass, holding her arm in pain. Turned out she had a hairline fracture in her...radius?” He pointed to the bone on his arm. You nodded that it was in fact called radius. “I grounded her for lying to me, but sometimes I wonder if I should have taken her to the park. I mean I’m no expert on skateboarding, but at least I could have been there to supervise; make sure she wasn’t on one of those tough looking ramps.”

“Did you ever take her skateboarding after she healed up?”

“After the cast came off, she switched interests to soccer. I installed a shelf on one of her walls to hang the skateboard on. Better that than being stuffed under her bed. Soccer was her life though. She made new friends from the team, won titles, learned tricks with the ball. Me and Tommy were regulars at her games. I was...am proud of her.”

You smiled as you envisioned his memories. “Did she give you grief with that as well?”

He nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh yeah, but I’m sure I used to give her grief too.” You lifted your eyebrows with desire for him to elaborate. “I may or may not have argued with the coach and ref on a few occasions regarding plays.”

“You never dated any of the soccer moms?” You teased.

He scoffed. “Most of them were married and the ones who weren’t, I sent Tommy’s way instead. He wasn’t mad at it.” The two of you chuckled. “I did flirt with a few, married or not, so I could get my hands on some of their homemade baked goods.”

“I was under the assumption that soccer moms made food for everyone.”

“They did, but I still wanted a few more cupcakes for the ride home.” He admitted as you laughed. “Listen, I had a busy life. I didn’t have much time to hone my baking skills, so it was nice to be able to have homemade cakes and cookies for a change.

“Well, if you wanted cookies, that’s all you had to say! I can show you how to bake right now.”

“It’s late.” He reasoned.

“It’s never too late to feed your sweet tooth.” You rebutted as you pulled him back into the kitchen.

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candychronicles · 3 years

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bodyguard // s. todoroki

A/N: my take on the rockstar/band/performer au for bnharem! i’m not a big fan of au’s normally but this one was a lot of fun to write! todoroki is definitely ooc in this one but i took a lot of liberties with his character in order to better fit the au storyline.

CHARACTER PAIRING: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,091

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, gore, fighting, death, oral sex (f!receiving)

SYNOPSIS: you were in it for the money, he was an unhinged popstar. how could you two ever possibly get along?

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the days at work were tiring, the nights even longer, but the pay was good and it was always satisfying to make a grown man cry as you knocked him to his knees and manhandled him away from your client.

Todoroki Shouto, one of the elite, the famed, the rich, and absolutely fucking annoying. sure, he was hot (anyone with an eye could see that) but he was just like everyone else in his industry: a cocky bastard. you didn’t mind his lifestyle too much except when it interfered with his job, like having to pry off whiny people who clung to him like their life depended on it, and for some, it probably did.

his biggest claim to fame was being in a now wildly famous band, namely the main singer. he was charming with a sultry voice and a personality that oozed confidence but he wasn’t always that way. in fact, he was originally a shy, anxiety ridden teen when he first joined, not sure how to use his voice or deal with people coming up to him in the streets. the life he lived was sheltered before that, training under his dad to take over the family business, but when sweet, innocent Todoroki confessed that he much rather be artsy and sing at the age of sixteen, things quickly changed for him. his father, Todoroki Enji, tried to convince him otherwise, told him that he didn’t know how the real world worked and that he would never be successful, but Shouto wouldn’t budge and eventually Enji caved in, or so it seemed.

Enji immediately enrolled Shouto in lessons, instructing him to shape up or ship out. if he couldn’t become successful in the industry, he would take over his father’s business instead, but that didn’t happen. Shouto excelled in lessons, blowing his instructors away with his timbre and control. he was a natural, and frankly, good enough to be a star. they weren’t so concerned with his stoic yet endearing personality. they had broken enough pop stars, molded them to be perfect model citizens, so what was one more?

the plan backfired immensely. as Shouto’s talent grew, Enji seeked out the biggest in the game, convincing them to give his son a chance at stardom. while reluctant, the board agreed, not wanting to piss off one of the most powerful men in Japan but were thoroughly surprised at the fact that his kid didn’t suck at all. in fact, he was actually good, really, really good.

they signed him immediately, whisking him away into the life of fame and fortune at the young age of seventeen. his range, the slight rasp to his tone and the ability to reach into somebody's soul and pluck the very feelings they try to hide so deeply from it’s depths pushed him towards the life of a rockstar. the freedom he had never been able to experience living at home pushed him over the edge and spiraled him out of control.

Todoroki drank, smoked, and fucked his way through cities big and small, getting himself into a lot of trouble along the way. the behavior went on for years, only getting worse as time went on. nobody seemed to be able to get control over the boy with the pretty hair and wild scar. after almost killing several women and one of his bandmates in a drunk driving accident, his team, label, and most importantly his father had enough.

the conversation between the two did not go well. Shouto was now an adult, legally free and clear from his father’s power. he had his own money, enough to live comfortably for awhile, even if he dropped the band, and all of the repressed rage, longing and anger that was pent up from his childhood. he was not stopping his lifestyle for anyone. that was, until you came along.

you were always a scrapper, getting yourself in trouble more times than you could count. it was just in your nature to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and you spent many days on the playground beating up the bullies who picked on the sweet girl braiding flowers into her hair, or the boy who liked to play with baby dolls instead of trucks.

as you got older, your fights got fewer and farther in between, at least when it came to the public.

when you turned sixteen and kicked some kid who was trying to look up your skirt so hard in the chin that he saw stars, you were approached by a few men who slid you a card and told you if you wanted to make money fighting, come meet them.

you were a dumb kid and instead of running in the opposite direction and telling the police, you showed up at the seemingly dingy door behind the alley of a fairly run down ramen restaurant. knocking on the door and rocking back on your heels, you waited to see what would happen. it took a few seconds before a panel slid open, allowing you to see nothing but someone’s eyes peering at you in the mid-afternoon sun. hesitantly, you raised the business card in your hand, showing it to the person and jumping in surprise as the panel slammed shut and the door creaked open, inviting you in.

you nodded your head politely at who you realized was a rather bulky, burly man, before a woman dressed in a silky black dress plucked the card delicately from your hand and led you through the hallway. when she opened the door, you were taken aback by the scene.

people of all shapes and sizes stood cheering as two rather muscular men fought in an arena across the room. spit and blood flew across the floor as the two pummeled each other over and over again before one tapped out, the other man raising his fist in the air in victory. you stood, gaze fixed on the scene in front of you, blood racing at the thought of you being in the ring.

“addicting, isn’t it?” the woman whispered in your ear, a knowing smile on her face before she gently took you by the sleeve and guided you away from the screams and shouts into a private room that was much quieter.

you sat down in front of a man who was rather tall and thin, graying hair across his head and a clean shaven face.

“so, i heard you’re a good fighter. how good do you think you are?”

“uh-” you stuttered, not sure how to respond, “i think i can kick someone’s ass if i have a reason to.”

“is money a good enough reason for you?”

“money is a nice reward, yeah, yeah it is,” you confirmed, not pondering the question over for a second.

“good, you start on Saturday. come in comfy clothes that you won’t mind getting sweaty and dirty in. you’re my new ace, a secret weapon. give it six months time and you’ll be defeating guys like that out there in seconds.”

and defeat you did. over and over again, men, women, anyone who thought they were better than you were defeated by your own fists. you worked hard and then some, through literal sweat, blood and tears, to reach the status of champion of the underworld by the age of eighteen.

you were a wild card, unpredictable in your stature. you didn’t have hulking muscles and a sturdy frame, but what you did have was speed, the element of surprise, and the ability to calculate in a split second, all of which allowed you to defeat your enemies time and time again. this relative victory didn’t come without your share of sacrifices: hiding the bruises, blackened eyes and bloody lips from your family as you trained relentlessly, having to figure out a way to manage the steady flow of income that started coming your way as you fought in your first official matches, defeat after defeat as you trained, chipping a tooth and having it promptly filled in like nothing happened, having to learn how to disarm and fire a gun, work with knives and most importantly, losing a bit of your empathy along the way.

it came as no surprise when people who were much more powerful and much, much richer started taking an interest in you, placing large bets upon your head at some of the higher staked matches, a feat you worked your way up to after many years. you never failed to disappoint, knowing that these fights were the ones that mattered the most, the ones that brought you, and your boss, the biggest pools of money.

it was at one of these fights on a dreary, rainy night that you met Todoroki Enji, a hulking man that failed to intimidate you. you were used to people his size and bigger thinking he could take advantage of someone like you and it only made you chuckle thinking of how easy it would be to have him on his knees in seconds.

“i’ve made a proposal to your boss that he couldn’t refuse. he said he couldn’t and wouldn’t force you to do anything, but since you’re quite motivated by money, i think you’ll be intrigued by my offer,” he started, sitting down next to you in one of the VIP booths, sliding his business card on the table with a sly smile.

you were interested and entertained him, listening to him ramble about his shitty kid and his bad behavior. amused, you sipped on your drink as you absorbed his rants and whines about the negative reputation his kid was creating for himself, how he abused his freedom and power to the fullest extent and how his life was spiraling out of control.

“what does this have to do with me, exactly?” you finally questioned, setting your drink down and turning to face him, eyes met squarely with his own.

“i’d like to hire you to be his personal bodyguard.”

“sounds like he needs a babysitter, not a bodyguard,” you retorted, getting ready to stand up and move away from this blathering idiot.

when he spit out a number so outrageous, however, you sat back down, now thoroughly intrigued by the situation at hand. satisfied that he had your full attention, he went into details, laying down a fairly thin stack of papers in front of you as you listened to every detail.

“so let me get this straight. i’m to be his personal bodyguard, keep his shitty behavior a little more under control, whip him up into shape sort of situation. that’s it? and i’ll get paid that much for being a glorified babysitter?”

“you will have to protect him, of course. there are some crazy fans out there that climb windows, seduce themselves into his bed, stalk him, chase him down, but i don’t think it’s anything that, with your expertise, you can’t handle.”

you continued to ponder the situation before gesturing him to continue with his story. he rambled for another moment or two before picking up the papers and going over them with you: standard non-disclosure agreements, a detailed list of your job description and a contract agreement that he was subleasing you through your boss.

after a few minutes of reading the contracts over and discussing them with your boss, you agreed to the scenario, locking yourself into what would be a rather entertaining six months.

the first time you met Todoroki, he instantly tried to hit on you, but when his hand lowered down to grab your ass, you had him on his knees with his left hand behind his back before he could even blink. after that encounter, your conversations were curt. he knew what you were here for and he wasn’t about to let you get his way.

what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be so relaxed about the whole situation. he still drank, still partied, fucked almost whatever girl or guy he wanted, but anytime things got too out of hand, you stepped in, firm but gentle, guiding the crying groupies out of his bedroom after their time was over, driving him every time he got too drunk, cutting him off from any supplies when he was getting out of hand and most importantly, keeping him safe during his travels.

he never realized how much danger he was always in until you mitigated the problems with ease. he just assumed that being assaulted on the daily was something that came with being in the public until you broke some robbers finger when they tried to swipe the wallet out of his own back pocket. after that, he almost clung to you like a koala on a tree anytime he was out in public. you provided stability in a time where he was drowning in his own worries.

that didn’t mean he was ever nice to you though. in reality, he was actually sometimes meaner to you, the simple fact that some girl could be stronger than him set him off, always feeling on edge around you. you weren’t necessarily quiet, offering up any and all small bits and pieces about yourself that he ever wanted to know, but he never really knew you: not your last name, where you were from, if you had any siblings, parents, where you went to school, what your job was, who you were on the inside. it bugged him like crazy to know what your favorite color was and that you liked cheese on your ramen but not anything important, anything he wanted to know.

you liked to keep it that way, however, and would stay as friendly yet aloof as possible. this was a job to you, a job that would set you up easy for awhile and gave you a break from fighting for the most part. you wouldn’t admit to yourself that you liked the man more than you would’ve expected. you felt the way he clung to you as fans swarmed him, the way he always looked to you in reassurance as you walked the streets at night, hearing his sobs in the shower, sobs that were so broken and confused. it showed to you a side of him that was vulnerable, that showed emotion.

he broke down towards the end of your stay, realizing a little too late how much easier it was for you to do your job when he was cooperative and nice. in fact, he began to be more open about enjoying your company and spending time with you. it made it harder for you to continue with your job knowing you were falling for the pretty rich boy, for the man you were hired to protect, for the man who looked at you like you could do no wrong but vehemently would deny it. you began enjoying the little moments with him, the stolen glances, the laughing. you didn’t know what changed in him but you were glad he was someone you could get along with. underneath that crazy exterior, he was just a guy who wanted a friend.

your six months came up relatively quickly. it sucked that your cushy job living in five star hotels, eating decadent meals and working out in state of the art facilities would be over soon but you felt yourself getting lazy, weak and losing your rather sharp edge. it was time to get back into the grind and despite your heart panging at the fact that you would leave the pretty boy with the angry and sad heart behind, you were ready to go.

your last night of work consisted of the final show in Tokyo. tens of thousands of guests were set to attend what would be the bands biggest concert ever. you were calm, cool and collected as always, but the singer, not so much.

he spent the day pacing back and forth, warming up his vocals, hydrating himself, stretching and generally doing his best to calm his nerves.

in a rare act of affection, you reached out to grab your hand with his own, looking him dead in the eye and telling him that this night would be one he would remember forever; and you were right, just not for the way either of you thought.

the show went amazing, the crowd loud and receptive, the choreography flawless, the singing perfect. Todoroki ran off stage with the biggest smile he had ever seen and in his own rare display of affection, twirled you around with ease, adrenaline still pumping through his system.

you congratulated him on the great show and waited patiently for him to remove all the makeup and his costume. he emerged a little while later, hair flat against his head, wet from the shower, sweatpants and an inconspicuous gray hoodie donning his body. you bid a pleasant farewell to his bandmates before escorting him back to the car. he had requested that you drive him back to the hotel and spend one final night in the comfortable hotel beds before you headed back to your hometown.

when you arrived, however, things felt quiet, a little too quiet, and the hair stood up on the back of your neck.

“Shouto, you need to get into the driver’s seat right now, turn on the car and lock it. do not let me in until i tell you to. do not get out of the car, okay?”

he began to question you but before he had a chance to argue, you were pushing him out of the way as a knife sliced towards him, figures cloaked in black emerging from the shadows.

one, two, three, four.

you counted out the four assailants as you shoved Shouto against the car, prompting him to unlock and scramble in through the back seat. only when you heard the click of the lock did you breathe a sigh of relief and begin your attack.

the first man with the knife was tall and lanky, using his height to his advantage, trying to overwhelm you, but with a quick kick to the back of his kneecaps, he went tumbling onto his knees. now shorter than you, you were able to control him by grabbing onto the top of his head and slamming it into the ground, effectively knocking him out.

one, two, three.

the next man thought his muscles would save the day, but his size lacked any true speed, and you were able to land fingers to his eyes, a punch square to his nose. a quick chokehold and he was knocked out against the concrete as well.

one, two.

they both came at once, knives flailing in the air as they sliced your way. one managed to gouge out a chunk of flesh in your arm but you paid no mind, too focused on the task at hand as you grabbed the knife with your hand and used the other arm to knock into their elbow, making them loosen their grip enough to let go of the blade that you then embedded into their shoulder. the other assailant took your distraction to swing the knife your way and as you were trying to dodge the serrated edge, used their other fist to swing up into your chin. you felt your teeth chatter against each other, blood mixing with saliva as you bit your tongue. spitting, you slammed your hand down against their wrist, grabbing the knife with your hand and yanking, not caring that it sliced into your palm as you flipped the weapon around to shove it into their abdomen.

with both men distracted, you slammed your fist against the car door, telling Shouto to quickly unlock it so you could get in. when you heard the telltale click, you instantly dove into the backseat, yelling at him to lock it and drive as fast as he could back to the hotel. he did as he was told with an eerie calmness to him, backing out and around the attackers that were attempting to survey the damage that had been dealt to them.

once you had made the relatively quick trip back to the hotel, you hurriedly jumped out of the car, telling Shouto to carry his own bags so you could be on alert if anything were to happen, scanning each and every corner for a possible other attack. thankfully, everything was safe as you made your way into his hotel room.

you dropped him off quietly, not even attempting to walk into his room, but only fifteen minutes had passed before he was knocking on your door, a first aid kit he had gotten from the front desk securely tucked under his arm.

you let him in without a word, locking the door behind you and turning to face him. before you had a chance to ask what he was doing there, he had dragged you into your rather grandiose bathroom, sitting you on the steps leading up to the jacuzzi tub and pulling out the contents of the kit onto the floor.

he began by assessing the damage to your wounds, cleaning and disinfecting them before wrapping both your hand and arm rather efficiently.

“i had to wrap a lot of my own wounds as well as my siblings. dear old dad let the temper get the best of him sometimes and it wasn’t always so pretty,” he explained, teeth clenching together in an attempt to remain calm.

“thanks for this. i’m sure they’ll heal just fine,” you replied, not wanting to put him in a situation where he had to talk about his troubling past.

“you could’ve died protecting me today, you know?”

“that’s my job Todoroki. i was hired to protect you, i protected you, and i’m fine, thank you very much. this is not my first fight and it definitely won’t be my last.”

he sighed, rubbing his temples as he sat down on the marble floor in front of you, holding your wounded hand in his own, tracing the fabric that surrounded your palm.

“i recognized one of the cars in the parking lot. it was a company car, one of my dad’s cars to be precise. i know they can seem relatively inconspicuous but i memorized every car my dad ever had, big or small. it was definitely his car.”

you mulled over his words for a moment before sighing yourself, slumping against the stairs as your head rested against the rim of the tub.

“your dad sent those men, huh? that’s why you were so eerily calm driving away. you knew you weren’t really in any danger, that those men were secretly there to kill me,” you finally concluded, anger boiling deep within the pit of your stomach.

“yeah, i think they were. i don’t think dad is too fond of the fact that you and i got close. i-i like you a lot more than i let on, i’ve told him so. i thought that would make him happy, knowing i have someone in my life that i could rely on and trust, but he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t control you after these six months were up, think he wanted to teach me a lesson.”

“wouldn’t be the first time i’ve had a hit out on my head. this one, however, is probably going to be a lot tricker to deal with.”

Shouto sunk deeper into himself, body shaking with rage as he saw the fight flash in his head over and over again.

“i’m going to protect you. if you want to, that is. i’ll sign you on as my own bodyguard, however much money you want. i’ll be by your side always, make sure that nobody tries to kill you, tries to hurt you like that again.”

“i can fend for myself Todoroki.”

“it’s Shouto. and why won’t you let anyone else take care of you? listen, i know i’ve been kind of an ass but i thought we were at least friends, and yet i know nothing about you. i know your favorite color, your favorite animal, that you like sunsets and the rain and snuggling under comfy sheets at the end of the day, that your eyes sparkle when you get a chance to fight but secretly crave peace and comfort, but i don’t know who you are. your name, your story, why you’re really here.”

you heaved as you sat back up, staring him straight in the eye to find no malice, no anger, only confusion, empathy and maybe even a bit of longing. so you told him, you told him everything: who you were, what you were, where you grew up, about your childhood dog and all the scraps you had as a kid, how two strange men in suits approached you and groomed you to fight at the age of sixteen, how it was the only thing you knew how to do, the only thing you were good at, how you scared yourself sometimes because you enjoyed the pain that came with the fights. he sat there watching, eyes wide and unblinking as he absorbed every word you said, every bit of pain and anxiety, of longing for someone to love and understand you, of not having to fight all the time, of wanting to be vulnerable for once.

“let me take care of you,” he declared, standing up and outstretching his hand towards you, helping you up from the cool tile, hand coming to rest behind your head once you had steadied yourself.

he leaned forward, unsure and hesitant, before placing his lips against your own, soft and gentle, tasting of mint chapstick and coffee. you were unsure of yourself, awkward, full of aches and pains, wanting so badly to let go but never wanting to get hurt.

“it’s okay, you’re safe with me. let me take care of you, please.”

that was all it took for you to open up, looping your arms around his neck as he led you back to the bedroom, careful to not run you into anything. your knees hit the back of the bed and you reflexively tensed up, like a deer in headlights.

he shushed you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, heeding the bandage and wound underneath. you laid back after that, body attempting to relax as his hands ran themselves soothingly over your body, across your breasts, the flesh of your stomach, your thighs, the corded muscles in your calves, slipping your shoes off, your socks, kissing every inch of your body along the way, making sure you were comfortable. you shimmied out of your pants, your tight shirt, bra, underwear, finally bare for him to see, scars, bruises, all the imperfections of your life.

“so, so beautiful,” he murmured, taking his time to kiss every single blemish and scar that you had, wanting you to feel his dedication.

after what felt like hours of soft kisses, his thumb came to rest on your clit, rubbing in quick and precise circles, fingers gently parting your folds to press into your body, back arching at the feeling of him already.

“it’s all about you tonight, okay? just relax, let me show you how much i appreciate you.”

and appreciate you he did. he dropped to his knees, nose nuzzling into your pubic bone as he kitten licked your clit once, twice, three times, testing your reaction. you whined and squirmed at the feeling, already overwhelmed by his fingers lazily dragging in and out of you. you wanted, needed more, but Todoroki wouldn’t hear any of that. you deserved to be treated right, treated gently tonight, to allow your worries to melt away, if only for a few moments.

his fingers began picking up pace, pistoning in and out of you, his fingers curling in all the right spots, fists clenched into the downy comforter as you attempted to ground yourself from the overwhelming situation. his tongue worked against your clit, changing speed and pressure, trying to find what was the right combination to set you off, watching your every move intently as you squirmed around on the bed. before he even got a chance to get into a routine, you were already cumming over his fingers, creamy liquid coating the digits.

he hummed in contentment, pulling his fingers out to lick up the syrup, you watching with your pupils blown wide.

you went to sit up, body aching from the adrenaline of the fight, but he pushed you back down into the plush bed, tutting as he settled his head against your thigh, kissing, sucking and biting along the plump flesh, leaving little marks only he would know about.

his tongue began lapping at your clit again, this time harsher, more in tune with what your body wanted. you clenched your legs around his head, fisting his hair with your good hand as you tried to ground yourself yet again to reality. his velvety tongue felt like heaven against your body, coaxing moans and sighs out of your mouth. you felt your second orgasm hit you like a freight truck, tingles running up your spine. you tried to push his head away but he only held your body down, a frighteningly feral look on his face as he continued to lap against your clit, unrelenting in his pursuit to pull orgasm after orgasm from you.

after, two, three, four more highs, you couldn’t tell where one began and one ended, he was finally satisfied, pulling his face away, chin glistening in the dim light. your eyes were teary and red, overwhelmed by everything he had put you through. you had never been more satisfied in your life, and by the look on Shouto’s face, he knew it too.

your eyelids began to droop and your body relaxed into the mattress as you came back down into reality. Shouto shuffled around the room before settling you into your bed, tucking the sheets around your body and propping your head against your pillow.

he was enamored by your, by your story, how you opened up so willingly to him after tonight. nothing would get in between you two now. he was just starting to truly know you, know the real you, and nothing was going to stop him from wooing you until you were his, not even his father., and if her life was ever threatened again by him, well, Shouto would just have to kill Todoroki Enji.

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can I request headcanons of spring troupe (or any troupe) with an idol!s/o? thanks in advance!

Ooh! This should be interesting and kinda difficult, since Japanese idol culture when it comes to love life is kinda... y'know (´∀｀；)

I'll write headcanons for spring troupe for now! Spring Troupe with an idol!s/o! I'm more confident and comfortable on doing female idol since I used to be a Wota (an extreme one, if I'm being honest 💦), so reader will use feminine pronouns, sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. Feel free to request other troupes if you like this one. Have a nice day! 🌻

Sakuya

- Before you two date each other, you were already a fan of Mankai. You accidentally saw a poster of Romeo and Julius and decided to go watch the play. And then you saw Romeo. He became your favorite actor. He shines the brightest on stage and you just can't help but fall for him. You always disguise yourself, not wanting to divert the attention of the troupe to you when you go to Mankai plays. You always leave a gift for Sakuya on the closing night

- He can't believe he got a fan, on his very first play nonetheless! He keeps all of your gifts, along with the fan letter you include because it motivates him. He really wants to know who you are and thank you personally for your endless support

- One day, he saw Kazunari and Taichi watching an interview of an upcoming popular idol group in the living room. It was your group. It was showing a segment of your group doing a punishment mini-game. You are scribbling an answer on your paper and show it to the screen with a charming giggles

- That's when Sakuya almost yelped in surprise. He recognizes that hand-writing. The curve and how you put decorations around it. He felt like Kazunari and Taichi can hear his heartbeat, since the two of them looking at him with concern

- He excuses himself to his bedroom to do his homework, now feeling bashful knowing someone like you would be a fan of his

- He is now curious about you. He found your instablam and almost shrieked when he saw you holding one of the gift that is now in his possession. The comments flooded with who is that gift for or from

- He is confident that it is you the one who's been supporting him. He had the urge to thank you face by face

- So on closing night, he decided to sneakily hide and wait for you to drop your gift on the front table people usually put their gift. Each table labeled with the actors that are playing tonight

- It's almost time for the plays to begin and he almost gives up and goes back to backstage when someone with a hoodie and sunglasses arrives and drops a gift on the table with 'Sakuma Sakuya' labeled on it. He recognizes the cover letter you always use and finally realize it is really you behind those sunglasses, confirming his suspicion

- "S-She is so pretty!"

- Little did he realize, he said that out loud and not just in his thought. Surprising both you and Sakuya himself. He apologizes for creeping on you and explaining himself

- You were embarrassed that he knows who you are. But he is genuinely thanking you for your support and would like to know you better. And with that usual bright smile of his, you felt like you are falling for him

Masumi

- It is a total surprise for the Spring Troupe to hear Masumi listening to cheery idol songs. Is it something the Director likes? No, they know Izumi is not into that type of music

- He even starts hanging some posters of a certain girl that appeared to be an idol, on his bedside. Tsuzuru is kinda scared to see this change

- They also notice that he acts differently. He's less cold than he usually is. And most importantly, he didn't cling to Izumi like he usually does. And Izumi seems to be more close and more sister-like towards him. Leaving the entire company baffled. Did they miss a note somewhere?

- So the entire Spring Troupe decided to investigate and follow their fellow dark-haired friend around for some days

- And that's how they all ended up at an underground idol concert. Citron describing what's an underground idol so detailed to Sakuya is quite a bizarre sight

- "Can't believe this is what puberty does to oneself."

- "Itaru-san, now is not the time to joke around!"

- Then that's when they saw Masumi. With a girl that was just on the stage before. Dressed in cute bright colors. He looks so happy, chatting with you. And so does you

- And with that, Spring Troupe silently agrees to help Masumi and you to be with each other. In a healthier way. Which, Masumi accept, surprising them

- They helped him prepare himself for a date with you. Where the date should be. How he should confess his feelings. All of that cutesy stuff

- It took the entire Spring Troupe and a long tiring explanation from Tsuzuru to stop Masumi to get a wedding ring to give to you. With the help of Tsumugi, they get him a bouquet of flowers that Masumi can give to you. Yuki even helped Masumi dressed up

- Sakuya and Citron cheered and wish him good luck, Tsuzuru gave him a soft pat on his back, while Itaru and Chikage just gave a small thumbs up for their friend

- And there goes Masumi, going on a date

- You were flattered to receive the flowers from him and put them on a vase before you two went onto your date

- He brings you to a zoo. It was fun walking around, looking at animals while holding each other's hands. When it's the closing hour, he confesses how he felt towards you, with his face slightly flushed

- When he came back home, the Spring Troupe didn't need to ask him how the date was. It was answered clearly with his bright smile plastered on his face

Tsuzuru

- He met you when he was doing his part-time job as a barista. It was an embarrassing first impression. From Tsuzuru's point of view, that is

- You walk in to order something to drink while you wait for your manager to pick you up. But when your gaze met each other, he just stood still. In a daze. Staring at you. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you are. He finally snapped from his daydream when you waved your hand in front of him. He profusely apologizes with a red face and asked for your order again

- You're amused by his demeanor, you found him cute. So that's how you ended up being a regular on this cafe, just to met him

- Tsuzuru felt like he's about to combust when one day you casually introduce yourself and ask for his name

- When your manager taps your shoulder to go, you leave a piece of paper for him. Tsuzuru felt like he can die in peace when he realized you gave him your LIME ID

- He was about to message you when he's back at the dorm, until his eyes landed on a magazine, almost choked on his own spit when he saw YOU with some girls in a cute dress. "Sensational Idol Group This Year!" imprinted largely on the cover. He felt a bit intimidated. What if he's intruding on you while you're busy? But a part of him really wants to talk to you and want to know you. He realizes it was love at first sight for him

- He already typed something on his screen. All he needs to do is click the 'send' button. He's been staring at it for half an hour. Then someone surprised him, making him drop his phone. To say that he is in absolute horror when he realized the message was delivered was an understatement

- When you see that you are typing back to him, he closed his app. Heart beating fast. And then his phone vibrates. He cautiously opens his phone, to see a reply from you. He immediately replies

- You two text almost every day. Getting to know each other, what he does for a living, telling what happened at your work, his brothers... The topics keep flowing naturally. When he told you that he found out you are an idol is so funny to you

- You asked him if he wants to go on a date with you. You're a bit concerned if you were a bit too straightforward because he didn't reply for almost an hour. He finally replied with a simple 'sure'. The truth is he is freaking out with joy on the other side

- It was a nice date. You two watched a movie and ate lunch at a cozy desolate restaurant. He insists on escorting you back home

- You thanked him for today. When you're about to enter your home, he finally musters up his courage and confesses his feelings to you. You turn yourself back to him with a grin, and happily reciprocate his feeling

Citron

- It's kinda a funny accident that you and Citron ended up dating each other

- You got a day off and your manager let you do whatever you want to do, so you decided to take a stroll. That's when you saw a guy doing a... street act? He's reciting a line while doing wonky dance moves, managing to grab people's attention on the street. You finally recognize the dance. You saw it every day, your fans made that specific dance just for you after all

- You did not realize that people were starting to notice you there. An excited scream from an audience alerting everyone around you, and now all attention is on you

- You awkwardly smile at them, and they are now surrounding you. Asking for an autograph, a selfie, or even a handshake

- You felt a hand grab you, and it guides you out of the crowds. You now ended up in a secluded alley. It's the guy that was dancing just now. He doesn't look Japanese, so when he finally asks if you are okay in Japanese, you are relieved. You tell him you're okay and thanked him for helping you out from the situation

- He realized he hasn't introduced himself properly. Citron is his name. He seems like a nice person, so you decided to introduce him with your real identity. You're not surprised that he recognizes your name

- He then starts cheerfully rambling about someone in his theatre company who is quite popular like you, and... start advertising? You kinda didn't get what he said with his sloppy Japanese, but it's endearing to see how passionate he is talking about his theatre company

- He offered you a spare ticket to watch his upcoming plays, and before you could decline his kind gesture, he's already gone. Leaving you with a ticket in hand. You stared at the ticket with Mankai Company imprinted on it. It's not that far from here and you have a holiday on that day. So you why not?

- You came and watched the play. Now with proper disguise, not wanting to repeat the same mistake twice. You are pleasantly surprised watching how different he look on stage, and how different he sound

- When the show ends, he approaches you, complimenting him and thanking him for giving you a free ticket. He's a nice company to be with, so when he invites you to join the closing night party, you agree to it

- When you show up to the Mankai dormitory, everyone is so welcoming to you, some can't believe that you know Citron of all people. You and Citron become really close after that

- You always come to his plays and he always comes to your shows, sometimes with someone from Mankai. Or even the entire company

- One day he gave you a box of dates*. On valentine's day. You thought he mistook it as chocolate, but with a serious expression, he then explains to you that it is a tradition from his country to give these to someone you love. You are flustered to hear his... confession. But you accept it gladly

Itaru

- Before you two were dating, he was your number one fan. All of your merch? He has an altar full of it. Your live shows? He never misses one. Your appearance in an obscure rhythm game? You bet he will whale his way to get that exclusive card of your character just to be able to hear your voice lines of "Welcome home, Producer!"

- "Chigasaki, did you sleep...?"

- "No, and I refuse to do so until I get her card. Now leave, I'm busy here."

- "But today is Monday."

- "...Can you tell the boss that I'm si--" "No."

- The fact that you two ended up dating each other is a dream come true for Itaru. You are as angelic as your idol persona appears to be. Sure, you have a side you never show as an idol, but that shows you are just a human like him. And that just make him love you even more

- You two met through work. Itaru's company was doing a promotional campaign and he was the one assigned to be the head of the project. He was irritated because it will affect his gaming time and his time fanboying over you

- But when you show up at the meeting to discuss the promotional campaign, he almost screams. The idol that he adores so much is in front of him! In a casual dress and polite smile threw to him

- It took so much for him to stay in his business persona. He saw you on your live shows. But to be able to sit in front of you? God. You are so beautiful up close, he can't help it. It is a miracle that he stayed in character the whole meeting. When he's back to the dorm, he gushes himself to Banri, Sakuya, and Citron that are happened to be in the living room

- "Ooh! You met a gravure* idol?"

- "The hell you know gravure from? She's from an idol group. Not gravure."

- "...what's gravu--" "I will stop you right there, Sakuya."

- You were charmed with his princely persona. You two ended up getting close with each other and even staying in contact after the promotional campaign is over. He asked you to a fancy dinner one day, you happily accepted. He dressed up so nicely, you can't help but stare at him the whole night. At the end of the date, he confesses to you about his feeling, and you accept his feeling

- When you find his secret side, you find it really adorable, while he got extremely flustered. He's trying his best to explain why he has an altar filled with your merch, but you just hush him down, telling him that you are flattered that you are his oshi*. You even tell him that he0 can secretly be on backstage on your next lie show. Knowing you don't mind this side of him, he took a mental note that you are the one for him

- He is still your number one fan, even after you two date each other. He sometimes sent you a fan cam of you making weird faces that he found on the internet and jokingly said "this u?"

Chikage

- It is a mystery how you two ended up dating each other. Whenever someone asks Chikage about it, no one can tell if he's telling the truth or his usual lie

- "Ah, yeah. We met each other when my company was using her group for promotional purposes."

- "Hold on Senpai, our company never did a promotional campaign...?"

- When people from Mankai asked you how you two met, you laughed and said, "He kidnapped me."

- Perhaps Chikage's habit of lying rubbing onto you. The highschooler of Mankai is playing detective and trying to solve this mystery. Will they find out the truth? Who knows

- He is not fond of showing his private life, which benefits both of you, considering both of your work. It will be a huge scandal if people found you are in a relationship. With that, Chikage takes extra steps and makes sure to erase traces of any kind of hint that you are in a relationship. Theory? Gossip? No one able to see it because it mysteriously disappears as soon as it touches the interweb

- He has zero interest in idols, and found the culture around it weird, but he is still supportive of you being one

- "Oh! I'm surprised you have this magazine! There's my interview in it!"

- He got his way to make sure you are safe when you are doing meet and greet. Idol fans, especially female idols can be extreme at times, and he will not allow you to get hurt

- When you come back from your tour, you always bring Chikage local spices that you got from your tour. It's a tradition at this point

- "I found a lot of spices in Korea!"

- "Nice. Did you get anything special from there?"

- "Yup! I got this thing from a fan! Apparently, it's really popular because of how spicy it is! It's uhhh... Samyang*? We can try it together!"

- You ended up crying yourself out from how spicy the instant noodle is. You curse on him when you saw him casually put more spice in it

- From an outside perspective, Chikage seems to be okay with you often going on tour and the two of you can't spend a lot of time together. Chikage himself often have a business trip so he respects your dedication

- But when he starts missing you, he always tries to busy himself with work. Even if it's mundane stuff like hanging out with the Spice Club more or the Spring Troupe. Which, only Hisoka notices

- "I know you are thinking about her. Just go call her if you miss her, April."

- "I'll give you marshmallow to shut you up."

*dates: small sweet fruits from dates palm

*gravure: female model on magazines marketed to men

*oshi: term for someone you support/fan of

*samyang: a brand of spicy instant noodle from Korea

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intoduskoutofdawn · 3 years

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Aurora Borealis (part 2)

| Here comes the second part to the first one 'Jessy needs a favor'. Still of course a Phil x MC piece.

Jessy, Hannah, Phil x MC

Warnings: swearing, smoking, bit of spice

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This day is sure a long one! You sigh as you put on your shoes, getting ready to leave. Tired you let your forehead rest on your knees for a moment. Well, you promised Jessy that you would be helping out at the Aurora tonight. Actually you are looking forward to it, it gets you out of your routines, which had become quite the drag over the last months since your move to Duskwood.

As you put on your jacket and stuff your keys in the pockets, you think back to your conversation with Phil this afternoon and how it made you actually think differently about him as a person. He was not just Jessy's brother with the bar and the good looks and the winks and the flirtatious comments anymore - you discovered that he is really passionate about pursuing his dreams, always making everything about his life special and worthy. It turned out to be something you really admired about him. All tangled up in these thoughts, you keep walking down the street, your arms wrapped around yourself with your eyes pinned on the road as you hear someone yelling from the other side.

“Hey!MC! Wait!” Jessy is waving at you, Hannah standing next to her also raises both of her hands. They run over the street and you get kissed on your cheeks, left from Jessy, right from Hannah. You flinch and laugh at your two friends.

Jessy points at you and says to Hannah in an ironically praising tone: “She is on her way to the bar, she took over the shift from me and saved me from being a huge disappointment to my brother.”

Hannah smiles and nodds her head in playfully exaggerated appreciation. “She is a real life saver!”

You roll your eyes and snark:”Yes, she is a regular superhero...”

Jessy giggls and grabs your arm. “Let's walk together, I actually just ran into Hannah a few minutes ago over there and then we saw you walking past us.” She pushes you in the middle between her and Hannah and the three of you start walking.

“So what were you brooding about again, MC? You didn't even spot us.” Hannah looks at you curiously.

“Oh, I just... Well to be honest, I was thinking about my encounter with Phil this afternoon. He gave me ride home and we were talking. It was really amazing, I think I learned a lot about him - how difficult it was for him to come here to Duskwood in the beginning. It's like I finally understand that his confidence doesn't just come out of nothing, you know, then it would be not more than arrogance, it's something he gained on the way where he is now. That is why it is so ...natural.” You suddenly stop a little embarrassed, you didn't even mean to spill out all of your thoughts like that.

Hannah raises her brows in surprise. “Wow, that was pretty...'elaborated'.” You look shyly over to Jessy, who seems to be thinking about what you just said about her brother.

“I think I get what you mean, MC.” She finally says slowly in a serious tone. “I always admired my brother for his strength, but I am also still intimidated by him from time to time...ok, most of the time. Our relationship wasn't easy because of all what happened with our parents. Phil seemed always to be able to grow despite or even because of all this.” You nod and then cover your eyes with one hand. “I really like that...or him. Am I crazy?”

Hannah gives you a wide grin. “Sure you are, that's why we love you! But why the hell would you feel bad, cause you found out something new about Phil and yourself?” She paused as you sigh and seem concerned about something. “Actually I think your onto one of the last Duskwood mysteries here...” She let's her hand stride through the air like her words are written on a billboard: “The man behind the mystery that is Phil Hawkins!”

The three of you burst into laughing - Hannah always knew when and how to lighten the mood. She turns her head to you again and bumps her elbow into your side. “So he finally managed to soften you up, huh?”

You shrug and roll your eyes. “I don't know. You think that was his end game?” Hannah shakes her head. “No, it doesn't sound like he had a plan there.”

“Definitely not!” Jessy ads “He would never just open up to you like that. You know, he is not that superficial, I think he is very capable to see that you are actually someone who he can expect to understand him, someone he confides in. Otherwise he wouldn't even bother, if you were just some girl he tries to impress out of her panties.” She swings her hand through the air like she was trying to chase away a fly. "Sorry, that I have to be the one to tell you, but you're quite special, MC."

“Well, you don't need to overthink it, MC, just see what happens from here on. You think it is complicated? Hell, you have been living here for a while now, Duskwood embraces the complicated!” Hannah says with a firm look. “What do you think is gonna happen to you? Why not take a leap once in a while?”

You smile at her a little helpless and sigh:”Maybe you are right, guess I just wouldn't want to end up as some girl...” you point a finger at Jessy “how did you put it? 'some girl, who got impressed out of her pants'?” “'Panties'...she said 'panties'” Hannah winks at you.

“Oh, MC, as if I would let my brother treat you like that! Well okay, I admit that I am totally incapable of standing up to Phil. But I would gladly slash his tires and leave an insulting and anonymous note. Just for you!” She chuckles. Well, when you got friends like that...

Finally you reached the front door of the Aurora. Hannah turns around and gives you a hug. “Mh, we're gonna have such delightful double dates, you, Phil, Thomas and me. Some wild Scrabble nights maybe.” You pinch the giggling she-devil in the hip. Now it's Jessy's turn, she takes your face in her hands and teases: “Finally we are family!”

While the three of you are squabbling around, the door of the Aurora suddenly gets pushed open and Phil is leaning in the door frame - slightly confused he raises his eyebrows about the peculiar scene. You softly push Jessy away and greet him still giggling: “Hey, Hawkins. Sorry, I would have been on time, if I didn't have to kill these two!”

Phil points his cigarette at his sister and looks over to Hannah. “So you two are chatting up my best employee of the night here?” Hannah rolls her eyes. “First of all, that's not a good pet name for MC. And more importantly, we had to discuss the future -” “Oh hush now!” You shut her up with a furious scowl.

Phil gives you a slightly amused look that asked for an explanation, but you just shrug and shake your head. And when you actually want the earth to swallow you whole – nothing happens!

Jessy walks over to Hannah and drags her slowly away. “Come Hannah, we have to go now. See you, big brother...” She turns around again with a vicious grin “Have fun, future sister in law...”

You stare mortified at the two girls walking away, sending out a silent prayer that Phil didn't hear what his sister said. “What did she just s-...” You quickly turn around, put your hands on his chest and push him backwards inside the bar. “Oh nothing, whatever, let's get to work already!”

You take a look around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim light inside. The Aurora seems so much bigger than you remember, empty as it is at this time. Such a beautiful place! The dark shiny wood of the long counter perfectly guides the look to the center of the bar. Some old fashioned industrial lamps drenched everything in a warm light around the counter. You loved all the materials, that surrounded you here... wood, wrought metal, the leather of the furniture. The rest of the room was still dark, Phil didn't turn all of the lighting on yet.

Oh fuck! You hastily pull your hands back, you didn't even realize, that you still had them on his chest - blushing you look at him with big eyes. Phil is smiling widely but then he shakes his head. “You know, Miss MC, it's really hard to take how cute you are! You just can't help it, can you?” he says annoyed but not serious. He turns away and walks over to the counter, “Wait there! I want to show you something first.” What is he so excited about now? Anyway, get it together, MC, nothing but keeping your cool for the rest of the night!

Phil comes back holding something small...a remote? He turns and moves behind you putting his hands on your shoulders and maneuvers you to the other side of the bar, where you find yourself facing a black wall behind a seating area. “That's some black wall. I can't wait to tell my friends about this...” you snicker and Phil – still holding your shoulders- shakes you a bit to shut you up. “Wait for it...” he says in a dramatic voice. You keep your eyes focused on the wall. A small twinkling light appears in midst of the black. No it wasn't just one, there were dozens of them and you raise your brows in surprise - looking at star constellations spread all over the wall, like on the clear night sky.

“Beautiful!” is all you get out, admiring what you see. Phil has let gone of your shoulders, still standing very close behind you. “That's not all” he hisses into your ear. His excitement is contagious and you let your seeking eyes wander over the wall. And then there was a slender band of green light spreading itself wider and wider, you spot purple reflections in the green and even more colors swirled together, the light started to move, spreading and shrinking, sparkling and fading, sinking and rising. The Northern Lights!

“Aurora Borealis...” Phil whispers. “It's...” you start but you are not able to find the words just yet. You just stare at the dance of the lights. It feels like a huge curtain has been lifted in front of you and freed your gaze, the walls around you dissolved and you are striding through the endless universe. You lightly cover your mouth with your hands and whisper through your fingers not even aware that you saying the words out loud “It's like infinity and eternity are twisted together and became light...It's beautiful, one of a kind.” You can feel Phil laughing quietly in the back of your neck. “That is exactly how I would describe it... and you.”

Those words were pouring warm down your neck and you feel a shiver sliding along your spine. You are so very aware how close he is to you, feeling the warmth of his body standing behind you. If you just move half an inch, your bodies would touch...and then? You can feel rising heat and tension in your stomach going - south - from there. He didn't move, you just can feel his breath, shaking and hot right behind your ear. You close your eyes - as suddenly reality raises it's ugly head. This wasn't at all a good time for this! There were voices outside the window, it was almost time to open up the bar. This cannot happen now! You turn around and meet Phil's eyes for a short moment, a furious hunger flickering in them. Not even knowing what you are doing, you shift forward a little - leaning against him, hiding your face in his neck. “Phil, this...I...” you stop as you can feel his hands wandering over your back pressing you closer against him. You gather all your strength and push yourself away from his body and look him firmly in the eyes again. Wow, if looks could actually tear your clothes off....

“Okay, I am honestly sorry to kill the moment here, but I think you know, that this is not the right time for...this. There are people waiting to get in and because I took over the shift from your sister, I can assume you really need the help here tonight.” He closed his eyes and the smile on his face was bitter, he just nods acquiescently and slowly retrieves his hands, releasing you out of his grip. You feel dizzy and confused.

“Huh, I could really use some help here.” You angrily point a finger at him. “It's not helping that you just stand there, looking like this, smelling incredible...You need to say something, I want my grip back!” Phil suddenly laughs, raising his hands in defeat. “Well, Miss MC, what can I say? If you want, I can think of some other ways to let you see the stars...” He bites his lower lip, flinching his eyes shut. “Wow, that must have been the lamest thing, I have ever said..”

You nod your head laughing. “That was the lamest thing, anyone has ever said. But it actually helped. Thank you!” He sighs and shrugs, throwing off the tension and walks over to the counter.

“Okay, let's get started. Did I ever show you, where I keep the ice?”

You follow him and say with a deep sigh: “Yes...ice, good idea!”

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood phil #iamjake #duskwood hannah #everbyte duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood game #duskwood jessy #phil x mc #phil hawkins

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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the exes

lmfao guys i finally checked my taglist form and i've been missing a lot of you sorry :///

warnings: men that might remind you of your ex, brief mentions of sexual content

wordcount: 2.4k we're back to shorter fics unless you guys want to start waiting a month in between them

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“I love you, Sophie,” he’d said, and then looked at her expectantly.

She was surprised when she heard herself echoing her first boyfriend, Peter, with an “I love you too,” even though she wasn’t sure she meant it. Her parents always said they fell in love after only two weeks, so Peter waiting two whole months to tell her was a logical next step.

Right?

Peter went to the Columbus College of Art and Design, and they’d met through a dating app after Sophie figured she didn’t want to have to meet another boy that was halfway drunk and put his hands on her waist when he shuffled past her in the dirty college bar. So she settled for the first nice boy she met, that looked halfway decent and kissed halfway decent too. He was two years older, twenty while she was eighteen, and always bragged to his friends about how mature she was, how smart she was for her age.

Her father hated him, but Sophie just figured it was because he was her first real boyfriend. Carter especially hated him, making a clear effort to ignore him and turn a cold shoulder when he’d pick Sophie up from the dorms and take her out to dinner, or on the few mornings he had to pick her up from Peter’s house when Peter would complain he was too hungover to drive the eleven minutes to campus to bring her home.

She quickly learned that I love you wasn’t necessarily love, it was more like an obligation. When she really was too busy with architecture homework, or she had a sorority meeting, he’d ask her to come over with a pleading “c’mon, but I love you,” and she’d huff to herself but pack up her things and go to his apartment for a couple hours. She’d hang out with him just long enough to placate him, then trudge back to her house, work on homework until three am, wake up exhausted, repeat.

She went out with him to the bars, more often than she liked, and he’d get way drunker than her every time. Sophie would sigh and drag him home, then make sure he was well enough to attend church the next day. She went once and was reminded of how her childhood was spent in church, every Sunday in youth group, and hated that feeling. One of the girls in his youth group led a sermon about saving yourself for marriage, sending several pointed glances at Sophie, and she realized he’d probably confessed to them about how she let him touch her. (He didn’t know that she faked an orgasm so he’d quit rubbing what was basically her inner thigh.)

He was never mean, just...boring. Something she had to deal with. She found herself wanting more, playing with the idea of what it would be like to ask out the cute boy in her sociology class, but then she’d shake her head and remind herself she wasn’t a cheater. Besides, he wasn’t that terrible. He’d dote on her and call her princess (which she hated, but figured as far as pet names went, it could be worse).

When he posted photos with other girls on his Instagram story - at a party, in class, out to lunch - Sophie found herself not caring a little too much. She kept waiting for a hint of jealousy, and thought that sometimes he was waiting for it too, but it never came. Julia and Allie would see and question those stories, ask Sophie who those girls were, but she’d just get defensive and shrug it off. (He’s allowed to have other girl friends, she’d say. Even when the photo showed the girl’s head on his chest and arms around his waist and his arm around hers, his hand on her hip.)

When he called her in tears, after five months of dating, she knew what was coming.

“I kissed someone else.”

“Oh.” She paused, gathered her thoughts, then realized she had none. Felt completely neutral. “Okay.”

Peter sounded like he was at his breaking point. She didn’t care. “It’s been going on for a while.”

“Is it Andie?” Sophie asked, growing annoyed. Did they really need to drag the phone call out?

“Yeah.” He let out some ungodly sob and she found herself feeling disgusted, wanting to tell him to pull it together. Andie was cool, a girl she’d met a couple times at the few college parties she’d been to with Peter, where everyone sat around and smoked cigarettes and drank IPAs, and fit the stereotype of art students so damn well it wasn’t even funny. Andie wore Doc Martens and had a buzzcut and gave zero fucks - and clearly didn’t give any about the tentative friendship Sophie thought they had.

She wrinkled her nose. “Did you do more than just kiss?”

Peter had never pressured her - ever - Sophie would tell him sorry with shaky hands, that she just wasn’t ready to go further, then felt gross every time she apologized. But if they went a little too far and she made them stop, he never stayed the night, only napped with her until she was asleep and slipped out just after.

“I’m so sorry, princess -”

She recoiled at the pet name. She’d never liked it but didn’t hate it enough to argue against it. “No, no, answer the question, Peter. Did you do more?”

“...Yeah. We did. I just - I had to find it somewhere, you know -”

“Oh.” She mumbled, her insecurities confirmed.

“Sophie, princess, I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come over and we can just -”

“I don’t think I want to see you again. For a while.” She added, chewing anxiously on her lip as she told him.

Silence came over the phone for a few moments until he finally replied. “Oh.”

A few more moments. “You’re sure? We can talk it out.”

“Um...no. And yes, I’m pretty sure. Okay. Um. Talk to you later, I guess.” She hung up, feeling more disappointed in herself for not catching it than anything else.

(They did not talk later, or ever again. Sophie figured that was best.)

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Shortly after Peter, Sophie met Luke. He was sweet, a little boring too, but most importantly, he was easy. Easy to talk to, easy to hang out with, and she didn’t have this lingering fear in the back of her mind that he was going to go hook up with someone else. After a few months, Luke became a little less than easy - he was clingy and would walk her home from every class, he would ask her to come hang out when he studied in the chemistry lab, he would complain if she didn’t spend the night with him. She found herself lying to him that the architecture studio didn’t allow visitors, just so she could get a breath of fresh air.

One night, when Sophie sighed upon seeing Luke’s contact pop up on her phone and went to grab her overnight bag without even reading the text, Allie frowned. “Sophie.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, you know. Just because he says he misses you. You can be your own person.”

Sophie paused, considering. “I am my own person, just with him. Right?”

Allie hesitated before answering, wanting to phrase things carefully so Sophie didn’t get upset. “I feel like maybe you’re a little different with him. When I met you, you were confident and bold and...I don’t know. I think he’s holding you back.”

(You’re a shell of yourself,” is what she really wanted to say, but she wasn’t sure Sophie could handle that.)

“Oh.” Sophie uttered, quiet. Allie had just confirmed what Sophie had been thinking for months, but she didn’t think anyone else had picked up on it. “You think I should break up with him?”

“I think you need to decide that on your own.”

“Allie.”

She just gave her a look, shaking her head. “Go over there, and say what you need to say.”

Sophie was clearly debating, stuck, until Allie pried her bag out of her hand and grabbed her keys from her desk. “Al -”

“Come on. I’ll drive you.” Allie guided her out the door, her arm slung around Sophie’s shoulders. She drove her to Luke’s house, waited outside while Sophie went in, and texted Julia to get ice cream from the store when Sophie walked back out only twenty minutes later with teary eyes.

Sophie slid back in the passenger seat, drawing her knees to her chest. “I did it.”

“I’m proud of you, Soph.” Allie reached over and hugged her. “You’re better than him. I promise.”

When they both returned to their room, Julia wrapped Sophie in a big hug. She held her tight as Sophie sniffled, quietly, then promptly handed her a spoon for the ice cream as soon as she let go. After a few moments of quiet, Julia broke the silence. “So when are you getting back out there?”

“Oh my god, Jules, give her a break.” Allie rolled her eyes as Sophie giggled through her tears.

“I’m just asking! Maybe it’s time for you to go through your hoe phase, babe.” She reached over and snagged a bite of the ice cream, twirling the spoon around thoughtfully. “Or do you have any guys in mind - oh, remember that cute Delt that’s from your hometown -”

Sophie fixed her with a glare. “If I’m doing a hoe phase, it’s sure as hell not gonna be with Rafe Cameron.”

“Rafe! That’s what it was. Okay, so he’s out. What about the bartender at Varsity Club, he always gives you the extra shots in your drink for free?”

“Can you give the girl at least a day to get over her breakup?” Allie asked skeptically.

“Can I just say something?” Julia asked.

Sophie sighed, nodding. “I know you’re gonna say it anyways, so go ahead.”

Julia gave her a sheepish grin, patting Sophie’s knee. “I never liked him. He made you kinda like a doormat, y’know, and that’s not you. You’re better than that. Plus, he was so needy. I mean, he had to have been good in bed for you to stick around -”

“Jesus Christ, Jules -”

“He wasn’t.” Sophie interrupted them both. “We didn’t do that much, anyways.”

“Oh.” Julia paused, thinking. “Well. I’m glad you broke up with him, anyways. Takes a lot of courage.”

———

The first time Luke called when he was drunk, it was only a week after their breakup. Sophie felt bad and picked him up from the bar to drive him home, and let him kiss her in his room before she pulled away and urged him into bed.

The second time, it was the next weekend, and she did the same thing, but kissed him a little more. She ignored Julia’s knowing look when she slinked back into their room, head down, with her lipstick a little smeared and hair a little astray.

He kept drunk calling and she kept going to rescue him, to pick him up from the bars or a pregame or wherever else he was. She convinced herself it was only because she felt bad about breaking up with him, that he wasn’t all that bad in the relationship. The fifth time he called, a month and a half after the breakup, the girls were all drunk at the bars, and Luke was drinking at a party. When he called, Allie snatched the phone out of Sophie’s hand and tucked herself into the corner of the bar to hear him.

“Luke?”

“Soph - no, wait, Allie?”

“Yes. It’s Allie. Stop fucking calling her.”

“I just - I thought she could take me home -” He started, confused.

Allie huffed but forced a smile and gave Sophie a thumbs up from across the bar. “No. She can’t. And you can’t call her anymore, she’s not your girlfriend. Go find a friend or something.” With that she promptly hung up and blocked his number, satisfied. She’d regret it a little in the morning, but didn’t tell Sophie what she’d done.

____

It took Sophie about two weeks after Luke’s last phone call to follow Julia’s advice to ‘get back out there.’ The first time, she convinced herself it was way too easy - flirted with a frat boy at the bar with a few subtle touches, twirled her hair around her finger, and went back to his room after only an hour of knowing him. It was rushed, awkward, and she was pretty sure the guy came in his pants after a few heated kisses and a couple rolls of her hips.

The second time, she tried a little harder, going after a guy that approached her first with a smooth pickup line and a broad smile. They traded buying rounds for each other all night, until he kissed her around midnight and shyly asked if she’d want to go back to his place. When he escorted her into what she recognized as an off-campus Sigma Chi senior house, she didn’t dare inform him that actually, she was just a sophomore with a really good fake ID. She surprised herself when she took off her clothes first, then kissed him with a newfound confidence she’d pulled out of nowhere.

“I lost it.” Sophie announced with a slight frown when she came back into their room at two am.

Allie woke up from her spot on the futon where she and Julia were watching TV, rubbing her eyes. “What’d you lose?”

“Your...” Julia trailed off.

Sophie nodded, wrapped her arms around herself. “It’s not like everyone says. And I thought it would take a little longer. It wasn’t bad, though.”

Allie frowned, getting up to hug her. “Are you alright?”

Sophie accepted the hug, resting her chin on Allie’s shoulder. “Yeah. Just...I don’t know. I kind of hoped it would be a little more special.”

“He didn’t kick you out, did he?” Julia rose too, wrapping her arms around both the girls.

“No. I left.” She paused, sounding both deflated and a tiny bit hopeful. “They can’t all be like this, right? I mean, this is my fourth guy I’ve had...something with, and I’m starting to think there’s a trend.”

“No, no, you’ll find the right person. I promise.” Julia assured her. “Maybe you need to just wait, you know? Take some time for yourself.”

Allie hummed in agreement. “You’re more than just some dumb relationship.”

“I just…” Sophie sighed, quietly. “How am I supposed to know when he’s the right one?”

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Taste Of Your Lips - 1.

Prince!Ransom x Reader AU

Part 1 of Taste Of Your Lips series

Run-through: Your parents force you to attend a masquerade ball which is being held at the palace. Reluctantly, you do as they say. There, a masked stranger approaches you and asks if he could have a dance. You agree; unknown to the fact that that one dance would soon change your life.

Themes throughout the series: fluff, smut, angst

‘Chin up, and smile.’ You remembered your mother’s words as you step into the extravagant ballroom of the castle.

It was grand, and spacious and looked like it accommodated half of the kingdom. You looked around, taking it all in. The ceiling stretched up high above you; adorned with gold and paintings of angels in the center. The room was wide, with crystal chandeliers lighting up the place. Not too bright, not too dim – just perfect.

You could hear people chattering, over the sweet, melodious music. Some couples danced. Everyone with their bejeweled and fine masks; matching your own. You noticed a group of women, who stood by the indoor fountain, sent you polite smiles and little nods; clearly they were eyeing you up and down. You returned them all a smile and walked with a little more confidence in your steps.

Your mom had told you, before you left the house, that you looked incredible in your peach gown. You somewhat believed her. But upon seeing the reaction of others, you believed her a little more and thanked God that your mom was the best seamstress in the entire kingdom.

It was a masquerade ball, so you couldn’t recognize anyone. Your friends were supposed to meet you here, but given the flamboyant masks it would probably take you a while to find them. So you walked around leisurely, looking around at the grand and almost mythical ballroom.

And while you were admiring the room, someone was admiring you from the other side of the room.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you caught the Prince’s attention. He always had an eye for beautiful women, so his gaze followed you ever since you walked in. Your hair, your grace and your lips had him under a spell. One he didn’t want to break out of. And he hadn’t even seen your whole face yet.

And that dress… oh that dress you wore complimented your body perfectly. A peach ball gown with accents of gold and flowers delicately placed in your hair. You looked perfect. So perfect that his hands itched in need to touch you or hold you.

Ransom, the King’s only son. The spoilt, and somewhat arrogant Prince had his eyes on you. He had a habit, ever since he was a child – whatever he wanted, he got it almost immediately. And right now, all he wanted was you. In his head however, you were already his.

He liked how you moved around the room gracefully; smiling politely at all those who smiled at you. Part of him was relieved that you didn’t come with another man; but either way, he would fight for your attention if he had to. And he was damn sure he would win that fight.

The room was filled with pretty women, many who would throw themselves at his feet if he just spared them a proper glance. Yet, there was something about you which set you apart from the rest. Something magical, and the Prince couldn’t resist.

Ransom turned to one of his manservant and pointed at you, far away on the other end of the room. “Any idea who that girl is?”

The young boy took a good look at you and turned to the Prince. “That’s Y/N, the professor’s daughter.” The manservant answered and Ransom smiled. He mentally repeated your name a few times and he liked the sound of it a lot.

“What else can you tell me about her?” he asked his manservant.

The boy answered immediately. “She lives in the manor, with her parents. She’s an only child, her father teaches, her mother is a well-known seamstress. The girl teaches little kids from time to time as well. That’s all I know, your Majesty. Would you like me to gather more information on the lady?”

Ransom shook his head. “No, that’s all I need to know. She’ll tell me the rest herself.” He sounded just as cocky as always.

He kept his eyes on you. He watched how smile grew the moment you spotted a group of other girls, must be your friends. And he watched how they all eyed you up and down and they must have complimented you because you seemed a little shy for a moment.

He wondered what you sounded like. Or how sweet would you smell. How soft your hair must be to touch given it looked shiny and healthy from afar.

Ransom was busy being blown away by your presence alone that he hadn’t realized that he was already up from his majestic seat and crossing the room; making his way to you. It was only when he felt the stares of the women on him that he realized he was getting closer and closer to you.

All ladies in the room had their hearts racing inside their rib cages from the minute Ransom got up and started walking across the room. All of them discretely hoped he would ask them for a dance, many would do anything just to dance with him tonight. But he kept his eyes on you.

And every woman in the room burned with envy the minute Ransom stood in front of you, with his arm extended out.

“May I have this dance?” he asked politely, with just a hint of cockiness and a little smirk.

You could tell more than half the room was staring at you, even if they didn’t mean to. This very tall and handsome man just walked over to you and asked you to dance. You could only see half of his face, but you could tell he was drop dead gorgeous. He had deep blue eyes; which were accentuated by the white and gold masquerade mask on his face.

And oh was he very well dressed. He looked… expensive. Maybe he’s a relative of the King, you thought. Meanwhile, Ransom was baffled because you weren’t swooning over him already like all women did.

He could see your eyes and he saw confusion in them. Could it be that… you don’t know who he is? Or were you simply not impressed?

He stopped overthinking the second you smile faintly at him and placed your warm hand in his large one and let him guide you over to the middle of the dance floor. You noticed that the lights dimmed a little more than earlier. And the music was sweeter, slower.

Ransom held you close; his hand at your waist pressing your body to his gently. His other hand held your hand delicately. Your arm placed over his shoulder as you stared into his piercing eyes. And just like the smooth flow of a river, you two swayed slowly to the music. Effortlessly, gracefully and without any awkwardness.

He smelt the sweet perfume you wore, and felt the softness of your hands in his. You were beautiful even if he could see only half of your face, but most importantly, you were enchanting. Magnetic. And you made him feel warm.

He was making you feel things as well; with his manly aura and his proximity. But mainly his deep blue eyes. His hands were warm, and he smelt so nice too.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a hushed tone, even though he already knew your name. He smiled when you replied to his question. But his smile faded a little the moment you asked him what his name was.

Ransom had spent all his life having people worshipping the ground he walks on that he didn’t even consider the fact that there could be people who didn’t know him. Perhaps you truly didn’t know who he was? Whatever the case, he intended to keep his identity hidden for a little longer.

“I’m… Hugh.” He answered, using the name he didn’t usually go by, and almost melted when you smiled and told him he had a nice name. You giggled as he twirled you around and pulled you closer almost immediately. And you noticed all the discrete stares you two received despite the dimmed lights.

“Everyone’s staring at us.” You pointed out in a whisper.

Ransom smirked and tightened his grip around your waist a little more. “Let them. Probably it’s because most of the other girls would kill each other to be in your shoes right now.” you thought he was joking when in reality, he was actually serious.

You giggled. “Oh you’re very humble.” You played along. He chuckled.

Ransom wouldn’t stop complimenting you and making you feel all warm and bothered.

“You’re too kind. Maybe you could pass some of that to the Prince.” You sassed and Ransom was immediately intrigued.

“Why, what did he do? Do you know him?” he asked, curious to know your opinion of him.

You shook your head. “No not personally. But I have heard of him from my friends and the people around. They say he’s arrogant and proud and very much spoilt.” You answered.

Ransom chuckled again. “Is he now?”

You nodded and looked up into his eyes, amazed by how effortlessly the two of you glided slowly on the dance floor.

“Have you never seen him? The Prince?” Ransom asked, staring right at your lips and fighting the urge to undo your mask so he could get a good look at your face.

“No,” you answered. “I spend most of my time reading. Or I teach little kids, I mean, I have better things to do than drool over the pompous Prince anyway.”

Ransom chuckled. No one had ever been this honest with him before. Sure, his pride was hurt but your warmth made up for it. Your soft hands in his acted like a balm to all the daggers you were throwing at his ego, unknowingly of course.

“Of course. What’s so special about him anyways, right?” he belittled himself, just to hear you giggle.

Then you hit him with a question he wasn’t expecting.

“If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? Are you a relative of the King?” you asked, genuinely curious regarding the handsome stranger.

Ransom almost stuttered, but luckily he was saved by the song ending and the sound of people’s laughter and chatter filled the room instead of the sweet melody. And he tried to change the topic.

“Do you want to… go get some air?” he asked, impatient to leave the crowded room.

You nodded and let him lead the way. You were amazed by how he knew his way around. Well, if he’s a relative of the royal family then he must have been here before, right?

He led you two to the balcony, away from the ball and into the slightly chilly air of the night. It was dark, the only source of light were the burning torches on either side of the balustrade and the moonlight, and the twinkling stars but it was enough. You leaned against the balustrade and he stood right in front of you. And he stared.

“Staring is rude, you know?” you joked, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Ransom was floored. He chuckled and lowered his eyes for a moment. “I can’t help it. You look so beautiful.” He answered, truthfully.

You blushed and tried to look away but he was quick to reach out and grab your chin gently. He stared down at you and reached behind your ear with his other hand and slid his finger into your hair; undoing your mask.

You were frozen in place. No man had ever touched you so softly, and no one had ever put you under their spell quite like this.

He undid your mask and gently pulled it away from your face. And immediately, he was in awe of your beauty. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his face dangerously close to yours.

You blushed even more, a tingle dancing down your spine as you murmured a thank you and tried to hide your face but his grip on your chin was firm.

You noticed him staring down at your lips. “Well, it’s only fair that you reveal yourself as well.” You whispered.

He smiled. “Will you do the honors?” he teased.

You lifted your hand up and reached behind his head. You giggled as you undid the mask because it felt like the two of you were unwrapping presents on Christmas morning. You gently pulled his mask away from his face, and your heart fluttered. Because even then, under the pale moonlight, he looked breathtaking.

You were mesmerized, and so was he. And out of nowhere, Ransom started leaning in. His hand moved to the back of your neck and he pulled your face closer to his. His lips brushed against yours briefly as he paused and waited to see if you would pull away. Seeing you didn’t, he pressed his lips to yours – impatient already. You shivered at how gently he caressed the nape of your neck.

The taste of his lips had your heart racing; in the best way possible. His lips were soft, and warm. Your hands instinctively slid into his hair and you unintentionally pulled him closer. Ransom placed his other hand at your waist and pressed your body to his. Sure, he would’ve preferred this kiss without so much clothing on both of you. But he’d make do for now, besides, you’d be his soon.

He tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lips and gently stroking your lower lip with his tongue. He gently pressed you against the balustrade, trapping you in his arms. You smiled through the kiss and gently tugged on his hair.

The taste of your mouth was driving him insane, and Ransom pulled away before he goes too far. He’d have plenty of time for that later.

You felt giddy and warm when he pulled away and stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes. The moonlight made his eyes look like pools of silver and you could still feel the taste of his mouth on yours. You wouldn’t lie, you wanted more.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Are you a relative of the King?” you asked again. Ransom circled his arms around you and pulled you closer.

“Yes. I am.” He answered, not bothering to explain further.

He managed to change the topic, and the two of you talked for a while out on the balcony. Then another melody started playing, and he begged you for another dance. Which you agreed to again.

However this time, he held you closer; your torso pressed against his, his hand on your lower back, his fingers laced with yours when he held your hand. While you held him at the back of his neck instead of his shoulder. You were sure that if anyone was watching you, they would be able to see the unspoken flirtation going on between the two of you.

You stared into his eyes until the end of the song. And he remained by your side until the end of the night. And you even forgot to check up on your friends again, being in his company was just that exciting.

At the end of the night, he kissed you again as he helped you up on the horse-drawn carriage which your father had sent to bring you back home.

Ransom held your hand and wouldn’t let go. He kissed you multiple times – refusing to let you go.

“I have to go home. It’s late.” You didn’t want to leave either. But you knew you had to. “I won’t see you again, will I?” a part of you was sad just thinking about it. If he was just visiting, then he would probably be gone in a few days.

Ransom chuckled, already whipped. “You will. I promise. You will see me very soon.” He got down from your carriage and gave you one last kiss on the back of your hand. “Send my regards to the professor.” He finally let go of your hand. “Now off you go.”

“Good night, Hugh.” The horsed began walking away.

He smiled. “Good night, beautiful.”

You kept looking back at him until you could no longer see him, a permanent smile on your face yet your heart already breaking a little. How cruel of life to show you the man of your dreams even though he probably wasn’t going to stay in your life for long?

As you were on your way back home, something seemed strange. You repeated Hugh’s last words in your head, which he said to you before you parted.

Send my regards to the professor…

How did he know your father was a professor? You were sure you hadn’t told him that. Oh well, your father was quite well-known, Hugh must’ve heard of him from the people at the castle. Right?

You dreamt of pretty, ocean blue eyes all night that night. And you couldn’t help but giggle as you thought of the feeling of his lips against yours. Or how gently he had held your body. And how well he danced, and how smooth his voice was. The kind that you could listen to for hours and never get bored of it.

He was so dreamy.

The next morning was… eventful. First, you woke up and the first thing which popped into your head was a name. His name.

Hugh.

You giggled again as you got ready for the day, your head filled with thoughts of him. You even skipped down the stairs on your way to breakfast with your family. One of the many rules of the house, the family must eat together at all times.

“Good morning.” You chirped as your entered the dining room. Your parents were sat the table, just as always. Yet you could sense that something was different.

Your mother seemed more bubbly than usual. And your father was… different. Almost like they were trying their hardest to keep something from you but failing.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, refusing to take a seat at the table unless they told you what was going on.

You noticed a scroll in your father’s hand.

“Oh tell her already!” your mother sounded impatient as she placed her hand in your father’s palm like she always did whenever there was good news.

Your father cleared his throat. “Well, it seems that your mother’s dress and your beauty worked wonders last night at the ball.” He pointed out, scanning the scroll but barely paid much attention to it so it gave away that he had read it at least a couple of times before.

You were confused. “What do you mean?” you asked. The only person you talked to last night was Hugh. The handsome, kind and lovely Hugh.

Your father opened his mouth to talk, but your mother beat him to it.

“A marriage proposal came for you! It’s from the Prince! We received a message from the King this morning, they would love to meet us today at the castle. Isn’t that so lovely!” your mother was clearly amazed. She turned to your father, who was smiling faintly. “Can you imagine, our daughter as the Princess of this kingdom, and….”

She kept talking but you zoned out.

How was this possible? The only one you talked to last night was…

Wait.

You reached out and rather impolitely snatched the scroll out of your father’s hand. You skimmed through the whole thing, looking for a name or a signature. And then you saw it.

‘...to ask for your lovely daughter, Y/N’s hand in marriage to the Prince of the Kingdom, his Royal Highness Hugh Ransom Drysdale…’

Your eyes widened at the name and you re-read it over and over again while you replayed last night’s events in your head. The one you danced with for so long until your feet hurt, the one who kissed you endlessly throughout the night; the one who held you so delicately was… the Prince?

And he dared lie to you, for the whole night. And now he dares send a marriage proposal? You always knew that residents of the castle were somewhat egocentric and thought that they were entitled or that they were allowed to do whatever they wanted to their subject, force any decision on them but this, this was next level!

How could he?

You suddenly remembered all that anyone’s ever told you about the Prince. How he is proud, and dangerously conceited and thinks he’s superior to others. How his promiscuity, when he was younger, was no secret. How little he does to help those in his kingdom, and how little he cares in general.

You thought about all the times you heard all those rumors about him; how he caused a ruckus wherever he went, and how he picked fights without a second thought and just how disrespectful he is to his subject. He had never acted like a valiant Prince, he was always so insolent and snobbish.

The people around town would often talk of his ignorant ways. When he was younger, he used to gamble a lot. He would often start his nights by getting drunk at the tavern and would then wake up in the brothel. Or how his egoistical and rampant ways once almost started wars with other Kingdoms.

You can’t possibly marry someone like that. Last night, he put up a façade and you fell for it. Oh you fell so effortlessly. You didn’t even question him, you just melted in his arms like a fool.

“This… I- I can’t marry the- I can’t marry him!” you couldn’t find the right thing to say.

Your mother was horrified at your words.

“Nonsense! Now hurry upstairs, we need to doll you up. Come on.” She dragged you out of the room and walked up the stairs again.

While your mother dressed you up, your thoughts were a mess. In the past 12 hours you had danced with a stranger, kissed him and had been crushing on him ever since. Turns out he’s the Prince of the castle and you realized you’ve been lied to all along. And now the prideful and snobbish Prince sent you a marriage proposal.

You were pretty irritated and displeased, you felt betrayed because you had been lied to. There was no way you could call someone so terrible your husband. No. No way! Prince Ransom is a lousy and careless young man who doesn’t live up to his title. Marrying him would be a nightmare!

Yet, the strangest part was that, despite how bitter you felt towards him now; you could still vividly remember how his mouth felt against yours; how soft and warm his embrace had been. And how irresistible his lips tasted…

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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War Rages On: part 2 (Bucky Barnes imagine)

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A/N: Still don’t know where I’m going with this story but I’m really having fun writing this and I hope you’ll like it! Don’t forget to tell me if you want to be tag for the next parts :)

Previously: part 1

Steve had found Bucky deep in the forest of Wakanda. Escorted by the kind T’Challa, he led him to the man they called the White Wolf. He had found his redemption away from mankind. Surrounded by trees and animals, Y/N and him had lived a simple life inside their cottage up until that moment. Before this, Steve had no intention to bring them back. He had planned to come visit the couple but most importantly to let them have their happy ending, to keep them from monsters that had tried so many times to tore them apart. He couldn’t imagine two people more deserving of peace than them. The King of Wakanda had outdone himself to make sure this was achievable.

“Do you remember the last time you saw her ?” Steve asked him.

Bucky sat on a rock near a river, hastily ruffling his hair.

“She left a couple days ago” He recounted. “She had a message from Stark on the burner phone you gave her”

“What did it say ?”

“Need your help asap - Romanoff compromised. An address was attached”

He got worried when he saw Steve dropping his head and rubbing his eyes in frustration. He had known him long enough to guess something was bothering him.

“Buck’, Tony didn’t send anything.” The Soldier confessed.

“What do you mean ?”

The familiar sensation of anxiety started to form in the pit of his stomach despite the lack of information. He knew he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear.

“I don’t know what happened, but somebody pretending to be him wrote that message”

“That’s impossible” He shook his head, refusing to believe him.

“Buck’ ..”

“She left, Steve. She left to go help him” He vehemently cut him. He stood up and started pacing. His friend could see his whole demeanor slowly shifting. “If she’s not with Stark, then where is she ?!”

“I don’t know” The Captain replied. Admitting it to his friend was almost too painful.

“Have you talk to the others ? Do they know anything ?”

He was looking more and more like a madman. His body had already understood what his mind failed to grasp.

“She send Sam an SOS”

“What ?” He said it in a whisper, instantaneously freezing on the spot.

“Bucky, I’m sorry but she’s missing”

“She can’t be” He felt the panic beginning to creep into his chest.

He turned back to look at his friend.

“That’s not … She said she’d be back” He explained, as if it would make perfect sense that she couldn’t be gone, as if that promise had been enough to keep her safe “.. She … She always comes back to me”

He dropped on the floor, the captain barely had enough time to catch him. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. He felt it hit him like a hurricane. There was a logical explanation, but the only one he could think of was worst than any nightmare.

“Steve if it’s …” He suddenly sounded alarmed.

“It might not be” The Captain answered. He didn’t know which one of them he was trying to convince the most.

“Who else ?”

His friend stayed silent. His mind couldn’t wrapped around the fact that this could be happening, that they were potentially facing another threat.

“They’re still after me” The Sergeant muttered. “It’d make sense”

“Even if it’s Hydra, we’ll still find her” Steve promised.

“What if it’s too late ?” Bucky dared to think about that possibility, his eyes drifting into space.

“It’s not”

The soldier put a comforting hand on the Sergeant’s shoulder. When he glanced up at him, he saw the reassurance he so desperately needed. He knew this look by heart, he had seen it so many time on Steve’s face growing up. He had that same determination every time he went on to fight someone twice his size, the confidence and fierceness that had built Captain America.

“C’mon, get up.” He ordered with force. “We’re gonna find her”

He silently followed him, his mind running a mile an hour. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt so vulnerable. The mere thought of her somewhere with Hydra was enough to reopen his deepest wounds. He knew what they were capable of, he had lived through the endless torture for years and to picture a fraction of it being done on her was too much.

Steve had taken him to a jet. After several hours of flight, they had landed in a location he didn’t recognize. The place looked like headquarters, abandoned in the middle of nowhere. They were surrounded by large trees. When they walked out of the plane, Bucky recognized the distinct sent of mint and pine mixed together. He glanced around, trying to find a clue as to where they were, but all he could see was the woods. No other indication.

“What is this place ?” He asked Steve as they walk inside the building.

Before his friend could answer he heard another voice speaking, the sound resonating on the walls.

“Secure location not far from Warsaw, outside of the radars”

Bucky didn’t hide his surprise when he found himself face to face with Tony Stark. The billionaire saw him tense, his body instinctively going into defense mode.

“At ease, soldier” He sighed. “We’re not here to fight”

Still he didn’t ushered a word and looked back and forth between the two men in front of him. After what had happened between them before he found shelter in Wakanda, he wasn’t sure how to behave around Stark.

“Have you find anything ?” Steve inquired, folding his hands behind his back.

“Sam checked the address you sent me” Stark started to explain. “We were about to take a look at the security footage”

He guided the soldiers to a room that seemed like it had been restored at the last minute. There was a violent contrast between the dust on the floor, the half broken chairs and the high-tech computers Tony had most likely installed. It definitely looked like a hideout. He first noticed Natasha Romanoff leaning on the large table at the center of the room. She was studying a file. Next to her was Sam Wilson, scrolling on a tablet he was holding with intense concentration.

Steve greeted both of them with a simple nod and Bucky noticed the side looks he was being given but chose to not acknowledge them. Stark started to type on his computer and the enormous screen he had placed on one of the wall turned itself on.

“Here’s what we know so far” Tony told them.

Bucky recognized a screenshot of the message sent to Y/N on the burner phone, the very same one he was carrying in his pocket.

“I was not able to trace the id or the location”

As he spoke, Stark watched the Sergeant from the corner of his eyes taking a sit on a half torn armchair.

“But whomever send this was pretending to be me”

“How were they able to get her number ? Only you and I are supposed to have that information” Steve interrogated.

“I’m getting there, Captain.” Tony answered. “Somebody infiltrated my system and discreetly hijacked it to get into classified data”

The Sergeant suddenly raised his head and with a flick of the fingers, Stark projected details of his firewall system on the screen.

“They left a trail. Sloppy work if you ask me”

“Get to the point, Tony” Natasha reminded him.

The man rolled his eyes before continuing his explanations.

“They searched through every files I have on Barnes. What they were looking for exactly? I don’t know, but I have a vague idea”

“My location” Bucky whispered.

“Bingo. They were after you, and when they realized I was smart enough not to put any compromising informations, they moved to plan B”

“What’s plan B ?” Sam severely asked.

“If you can’t find the Winter Soldier, then let him find you.” Stark directly offered the hypothesis.

“They’re using Y/N as leverage” Steve finally understood.

“Exactly”

Bucky rubbed his eyes in frustration. This was looking more and more like Hydra’s modus operandi.

“Who is they ?” Romanoff questioned.

“I might have an answer to that” Sam replied, waving his tablet. “I found something on the security footage”

A video without sound started playing and instantly Bucky stood up. His eyes traveling from one corner of the screen to the other, he was closely studying every movement. Whomever was doing this had smartly brought the woman in the middle of the city and away from any camera that could incriminate them.

“Y/N is waiting in the corner of the street, then this man approaches her. She takes a step back, probably figured out something was wrong.” The Falcon explained. “All we can see is her reaching for her phone behind her back, which we know now was to send an SOS”

“Any identification on the guy ?” Natasha inquired.

“No. He stayed hidden from the cameras. He knew exactly where they were”

“Why didn’t she attack ?” Tony pondered. “She could have taken him easily”

“Busy street” Bucky answered mechanically. “If you want somebody to comply, lure them in the middle of a crowd. One move and someone else die. Works all the time”

“Of course you’d know about that” The billionaire muttered under his breath.

Steve hadn’t talk yet. His eyes were glued to the screen. Something wasn’t adding up and he didn’t know what. He watched the video playing four times, his hands on his hips, deep in concentration.

“Rewind it” He ordered Sam.

The man didn’t question the request and did as he was told. Shape after shape the Captain analyzed every detail until the information he was missing was right in front of him.

“Stop there”

The video froze and they stared at the frame, trying to figure out what he was seeing.

“What is it, Steve ?” The Russian spy inquired.

“Can you zoom in ?” He asked, ignoring the first question.

Tony took the tablet in his hand and started to play with it.

“What am I looking for ?”

“His neck” He simply said. “He has a tattoo”

His friend raised an eyebrow in surprise, but got to work. Typing on his keyboard, he cut the video’s frame, zoomed in and used a program to polish the picture and create a clear image of the ink on the man’s body.

As soon as Bucky saw it, he felt a cold shiver running down his spine. What he feared the most had only been theoretical until then, there was still a slight hope he was wrong, a one percent chance he was holding onto that he wasn’t living his worst nightmare. And all that came crashing down when he recognized the pattern of a skull he knew by heart.

“No..No, no, no, no” He kept repeating, pacing around the room, panic striking in his veins. “This is not happening, this is not…”

The Captain stopped him in his track, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Buck’ ..”

“They have her, Steve. They have Y/N” He was terrified, and his friend could clearly hear it in his voice.

The others were following their interaction, not yet understanding what was happening. Steve raised his head, still holding his brother emotionally breaking apart, and looked at them with an alarmed expression that did nothing to ease their worry.

“We had our suspicion on who might have pulled up something like this » He told them. « Frankly, I was hoping we were wrong”

“Who is it ?” Romanoff demanded.

“…Hydra” Bucky murmured, his head low and his human hand shaking.

They all tensed in the room and the silence that followed was frightening.

“Are you sure ?” The Falcon asked.

Steve stared at the projecting image on the wall, pursing his lips.

“Yes, Sam. It’s them” He answered with a heavy voice filled with concern.

Bucky felt the tears on his cheeks before he realized he was crying. His breathing had become unsteady and he was slowly faltering. He quickly excused himself and left the building. He needed the air.

He was trying so hard not to panic but he seemed paralyzed. There was suddenly a menacing aura around him, holding him in a tightening grip. He could feel his temperature rising, a clear sign of his anxiety, his fear. It was a living force creeping over him like a hungry beast, fed by the agonizing possibility he might lose her. He started to take shaky small breath, like Y/N had taught him every time he had a panic attack, but without her to guide him, it was useless. His pulse was beating in his ears, blocking all the other sounds, and he was sweating. There was a lump in his throat, an emotion so large it was aching to be released. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to beg for mercy. Alas, he closed his eyes, trying to focus his senses on one thing only, find her.

And just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the tiny device he had in his pocket vibrate. He took his phone out, but nothing was displayed on the screen. Then he realized it wasn’t the right one. Fishing in his pants, he found was he was looking for and grabbed the burner phone. One message. When he opened it, the color quickly drained from his face.

« She won’t stay alive for long, unless you come home. Not Romania, not Brooklyn, your real home. No Avenger. You know the consequences of disobedience »

Attached to it was a photo. His heart stopped and his metal fist clenched the phone so hard he accidentally broke it when he saw the picture of the woman he loved, arms chained on a ceiling, body dangling in the air and covered in blood. He absently stared at his hands, thinking back to their time in Wakanda, in peace, away from the world. Just the two of them. What a difference a couple of days could make. He knew what he wanted to do. There was not an ounce of hesitation in him, only the desire to make sure she would make it out of there alive.

So engrossed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear someone creeping in behind him. Natasha silently stood next to him. Was it out of pity or emotional support, he couldn’t tell. She observed him for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows like she was trying to read him, before she turned back to look at the sky.

“You know where she is”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“What makes you say that ?”

“Two fossils from the 1930’s with the same instinct of preservation and the same tendencies to make stupid decisions based on emotions. Not exactly hard to put two and two together. You and Steve have a lot in common”

He pursed his lips.

“Are you gonna tell them ?” He asked, looking back at the abandoned building.

“Still debating.” She admitted. “You’re not really stupid, Barnes. You know you can’t take them all by yourself”

“That wasn’t my intention”

“Then what’s your plan ?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to, she could see it in his whole demeanor. It was in the way he stood up straight, in the way he was clenching his jaw, in the way his eyes held so much determination and purpose.

“You don’t intend on coming back, do you ?”

“I can’t let them kill her” He explained.

“A suicide mission is by far the most stupid idea you could come up with”

“It’s the only one I’ve got” He replied, resigned.

He turned to look at her. The calmness he was displaying was enough to know he had made up his mind and honestly, it frightened her.

“I don’t think you know how much she means to me, Natasha. I don’t deserve her love, I really don’t, but somehow she saw something worth fighting for in me. She saw all the cracks, all the flaws and all the mistakes I’ve made and she didn’t run. She stood by my side and fought for me. She’s my sanity. She’s all the good that’s left in me. She’s the name I whisper when I’m scared my memories are fading. I can’t take the risk to lose her because if that happens, I’ll lose myself and there will be no come back this time”

The lump in his throat prevented him from saying anything more and he gulped, trying to make the feeling of anxiety subside.

“Whatever it takes, and whatever I’ll have to do, I swear she will get out of there alive” He nodded to no one in particular, a silent and simple sign he would not change his mind.

“At what cost ? What are we suppose to tell her when you won’t be here anymore ?”

“That I fought for her the same way she did for me”

His response shut her up. His voice held so much serenity and resolve she knew it would be useless to argue. She understood where he was coming from, just like she understood the sacrifice he was ready to make.

“There’s a version of this where we win, Barnes. Keep that in mind. It doesn’t have to end in pain or worse. Fight with everything you’ve got and don’t stop until both of you are safe”

He sadly smiled.

“You’ve definitely spent too much time with Steve”

She rolled her eyes before turning to stand in front of him. She hesitated a moment, words on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m sorry this is happening” She gloomily confessed. “But you know why they want you, right ?”

“The Winter Soldier” He replied, closing his eyes. “They want him back”

“Just so we’re clear here, Bucky, and just in case, you have to be aware that the moment you’ll get there, they will torture you to get him back. Your mind is already damaged, you won’t hold long”

“I just need to hold long enough to get her out of there” He vehemently assured her, gritting his teeth.

“Your plan is to walk out with her” She reminded him, insisting on the words.

He glanced down at her and judging by the look in his eyes, she knew what he was about to ask her before he even spoke.

“If it comes to the worse, if I become … him again …” He started.

“I know” She cut him. He didn’t need to say the word, she knew thinking about it was already more than enough pain for him.

She stood there, watched him get into the jet him and Steve had taken to get there, and did nothing. It was useless to try to convince him to stay, he was too stubborn to listen. And she knew this was his best shot at getting back the woman he loved alive. She was aware Hydra would not spare the lovers and she prayed they were ready for the fight that was ahead of them. The Avengers would find them eventually, hopefully before it was too late. She turned around when she saw the jet flying in the air and walked silently back inside the building. She would keep that conversation and the promise she had made a secret, and hope whatever Bucky had planned, it would be enough to prevent the worse from happening.

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years

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All Of You

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A/N: After a couple of odd weeks, I’m back and I’m really happy to be posting again. Dear freaking god. I’m excited for you to read my first Theo fic ever. I’m really happy for it.

Also, I saw a mutual celebrating their 100 followers and I realized I never did anything to celebrate my followers. I never expected my blog to have followers lol but now I have 196 and I want to dedicate this fic I love to all of you. Thank you all for bearing with me <3

Without further ado, let’s do this!

Theo Nott x reader

Words: 2679

Summary: Friends with benefits gone wrong.

Warnings: mentions of sex (not smut, but still).

The room exuded fire whiskey and regret as (Y/N) picked her clothes from the floor. The light that filtered through the closed curtains hinted a very sunny day, perfect for the throbbing headache coming her way. Her head pounded with flashbacks from the night before and every time she remembered another detail of the colossal mistake she had committed, she cursed herself.

She slumped on an elegant armchair and considered her options. She could leave unceremoniously and forget all about their encounter, pretend it was a drunken mistake. For a moment, she wished they would’ve had enough alcohol the night before to call this a “drunken mistake”. But they were both more sober than expected as they reached his room, lips connected and hands eager to explore each other.

(Y/N) cursed at herself once again as her gaze found the man on the bed. Theodore Nott looked peaceful as he slept, no trace of sadness clouding his angelic features. His chest raised and fell softly, an arm thrown over his forehead and the other one reaching out to the empty space in bed where she had woken up. Only Merlin knows how long she had fantasized about him, how many times she had wished to kiss his lips and feel him close. She could’ve been happy with everything that had happened the night before, if only that one memory didn’t keep replaying in her head:

Theo was sitting on the edge of his bed, she was on his lap. His lips made their way from her left shoulder to her ear.

“(Y/N),” he had whispered.

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat. “Whatever is about to happen right now…I-I really can’t do feelings.”

(Y/N) remembered asking herself what could she possibly do with that information. He was the guy she had been ogling at practically since day one at Hogwarts. Not even of four years of not seeing each other had killed whatever they had going on between them. But before she could even think, she sealed the deal.

“No feelings.”

The words slipped from her mouth like a hot knife through butter. If only they were half as easy to digest. She sighed and stood up, determined to leave before Theo woke up.

“Where are you going?” His voice was groggy and almost childlike. It melted (Y/N)’s heart and she turned around in shame.

Theo and (Y/N) found each other at a bar the night before. It was the first time they met since Sixth year, when they were potions partners and tried desperately to brush each other’s hand as many times as possible. (Y/N) remembered how he’d blush every time they touched, how that blush gave her butterflies as she thought of him as delightfully awkward.

Then the war bulldozed into their lives. Theo dropped out of Hogwarts and stayed in his mansion, not wanting to partake in any of it. His father was a death eater, everyone knew that. And even if he didn’t fight the good fight, (Y/N) was relieved not to see him cross to the dark side like Draco did. She, on the other hand, stayed in the school and opposed Voldemort. They never saw each other again.

Three years later, (Y/N)’s need to escape a terribly dull blind date and Theo’s desire to drown his loneliness with music and fire whiskey had them sitting side by side again. (Y/N) and Theo could probably count the amount of times they had spoken to each other with one hand. And yet, she remembered him as her first Hogwarts friend and he thought of her as a very close one. There was always this energy surrounding them. It made (Y/N)’s head spin and Theo’s convoluted mind turn to putty.

The kisses in the back of the bar didn’t come as a surprise to either of them. Neither did the question that lead them to his house. And the heavy petting, the intense make out, the fire whiskey consumed after the promise, the lips and hands lingering and traveling…they were all the natural course of something with no name or description that had started the first time they set foot on the Hogwarts express.

...

First years buzzed through the train in excitement. They talked over each other, got high on candy and agitation and walked from one compartment to the next in search of new people to befriend. The general enthusiasm of the first train ride infected even the most knowledgeable purebloods. All but one of them. A lonely first year by the name of Theodore Nott, too shy and self-conscious to engage with the other children, kept to himself in a carriage. He stared out the window, trying to mute the muffled laughter by taking in the scenery.

“Can I seat here? Every other compartment is full.”

Theo’s head snapped as he heard those words. They stared at each other for a minute. The newcomer, a girl who just a few minutes ago had echoed other kids’ laughter, found Theo striking. She liked the single brown curl falling on his forehead and his greenish-blue eyes that seemed to enclose too much sadness for eleven years of age. He looked like a melancholic cherub.

Too curious for her own good, (Y/N) wanted to know absolutely everything about this enigmatic boy that didn’t seem unfazed by the perspective of travelling to a magical school.

He nodded eagerly, prompting more curls to cover his face. She giggled softly as she made her way to the seat in front of him. Theo found her very pretty. He was suddenly very aware of how lame he must’ve seemed. Theo gulped, racking his brain for something to say and finding absolutely nothing. He hadn’t interacted with many kids his age and, to his absolute mortification, it showed.

“I am (Y/N). What is your name?” she asked sweetly.

“Theo,” he muttered so softly she couldn’t quite catch it.

They spent the rest of the train ride in silence. (Y/N) was a bit appalled. She thought about leaving in search of some more boisterous company to share her thrill with. She couldn’t, though. The stillness that engulfed them was enticing. It was certainly awkward, but also comfortable and even safe. It was as though they had built a sense of complicity in a matter of minutes. They sneaked glances at each other until the Hogwarts express reached its destination.

Only during the sorting did (Y/N) recognize her companion as Theodore Nott, a Slytherin and her first Hogwarts friend.

If someone had ever told her that years later she’d be wearing his button-down and nothing else as they giggled on his bed, she probably wouldn’t have understood what they meant. But here she was. A few months into their affair they had fallen into an easy routine. There were no rules and no particular agreements, but they both knew what they were and how people labelled what they had.

Friends with benefits weren’t meant to cuddle with each other after sex. They weren’t meant to be so tender and spend hours talking nonsense and caressing each other. They weren’t meant to have each other for dinner at least once a week or be seen together. And, more importantly, they weren’t meant to fall for each other.

(Y/N) wondered how long this would last as they laid on their sides, staring at each other. Not a sound came from their lips. He was giving her a sweet lopsided grin. The stillness that engulfed them was, once again, enticing. It was not awkward, but still felt comfortable and safe. They are accomplices now.

...

The Yule Ball was the most awaited event of fourth year. It was the night everyone would talk about for ages. (Y/N) arrived late and left early, as one does. She didn’t particularly enjoy the petty drama her friends were involved in, so she decided to leave the Great Hall in favour of some fresh air.

As she stepped on the courtyard, she expected anything but finding Theo Nott sitting on a bench. She approached without giving it much thought.

“Mind if I sit with you? Every other place is already taken,” she said humorously.

Theo smiled and made space for her. They sat in silence for a while, the complicity from the train somehow still intact. After a while of silence, he gathered all his courage and stood up. (Y/N) had a view of his very expensive looking suit, his hair with its usual curl covering his forehead, his eyes shining dangerously with something else than the usual melancholy.

“Would you dance with me, (Y/N)?” he asked, his voice showing a confidence he didn’t know he had.

(Y/N) was surprised he even knew her name. She stood up as well, flattered and also a bit embarrassed. “Shall we go back inside?”

He shook his head, the impish grin matching that glint in his eyes. “I never said anything about going back inside.”

(Y/N)’s knees buckled as he pulled her to his chest. They danced in the courtyard to the muffled sounds that came from the Great Hall. (Y/N) prided herself in being a decent dancer, but Theo was something else. He twirled her, guided her and taught her with great care. Mesmerized, she held onto him until there was no more music left and he insisted on walking her to her common room.

They walked side by side, his fingers barely touching the small of her back. They were, once again, enveloped in peaceful quietness, only interrupted by the clacking of her heels.

“Where did you learn to dance the mazurka?” she wondered aloud.

(Y/N) noticed how he puffed his chest. She could hear the smile in his voice when he said that his mum had taught him.

“She must be quite the dancer,” (Y/N) complemented, only to see the smile fading immediately.

“She was,” he whispered very softly, eyes fixed in some distant point in the horizon.

(Y/N) wanted to say something else, but nothing seemed appropriate. As they reached the common room, kissed the back of her hand before leaving to his dorm.

“What are you thinking about?” Theo murmured in her ear. She was sitting between his legs, her white sheets pooling around them. Before she could answer, he gently brushed her hair off her shoulder and placed kisses on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

She bit her lip to restrain a moan. This man had learned how to get a reaction from her. He now knew how to get her all worked up in a matter of seconds. She was not complaining one bit.

“I’m just remembering the Yule Ball,” she offered offhandedly.

He hummed pleasantly in response. “You know? Everyone made a fuss about how Hermione Granger looked like a princess that night. But you, darling, you looked like a queen.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She cursed every deity in the book because damn, Theodore Nott could be suave if he wanted to. (Y/N) smiled contently as he pulled her back to bed.

...

“So, Theodore,” said Pansy with mocking seriousness. He knew what was coming and was prepared to shrug it off. “When will you introduce us to your girlfriend?”

Blaise chuckled and Draco raised his eyebrows playfully. Theo wanted to roll his eyes playfully, but knew he would never pull it off, especially not after the last few months with (Y/N). He nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“She…she’s not my girlfriend,” he stammered.

“Oh! But there’s a she,” Blaise pointed out.

Theo looked away, wanting to facepalm himself hard. He hadn’t realized they were that obvious. But they were. And for some reason he didn’t care one bit. He just didn’t know how to be a boyfriend and didn’t want to hurt her (or himself…even further).

“What is it then? Are you just shagging?” Daphne said the word as though it burned her mouth.

“You know Daph, friends with benefits. All the advantages and none of the drama,” said Pansy as she put an arm around the blonde, “we should’ve tried that instead.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “As if you didn’t love to be my girlfriend, Pansy Marguerite Parkinson.”

Pansy smiled widely and kissed her girlfriend. Draco pretended to gag.

“Keep pretending that you’re not the biggest sap on the planet, Draco Lucius Malfoy,” teased Blaise.

Theo would’ve laughed at his friends’ antics, if only (Y/N) hadn’t come in to the bar. She was wearing that green dress she knew he adored. Her hair was up and she was wearing more make up than usual. She looked absolutely stunning.

As she took a seat at a nearby table, Theo remembered all those times he sneaked glances at her during their days at Hogwarts. She’d seat across the room, surrounded by people and laughing. And he’d admire her from afar, never daring to talk to her and only dedicating her soft smiles whenever they met in the hallways.

His friends seemed to realize the reason for his abstraction and they all eyed her curiously. (Y/N) suddenly stood up to greet somebody. Theo was taken aback when she hugged one of the Weasley twins, who took her in way too eagerly for his liking and kissed her cheek way too close to her lips. Theo had never considered himself a jealous person. Hell, he seldom showed emotions. But this he absolutely hated and didn’t bother do hide it.

The group of former Slytherins stared in awe as their friend slammed his fist on the table. He muttered a quick “sorry” and left the bar without saying goodbye.

...

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the surprise and hurt from his voice or demeanour. Theo noticed how she had kept a safe distance between them, preferring to seat on an armchair rather than the by his side on the couch.

“Theo…” she tried to reason.

(Y/N) broke the most basic rule of a situation like theirs. She had completely fallen for him. She knew she was into him since the very first time she had woken up in his bed, but for a while she at least pretended she could enjoy it without getting hurt. Then, the casual hook ups turned into cuddle sessions and those turned into dates. Still, her stubbornness made her continue with the affair. She convinced herself she could live with it.

That was until Theo opened his heart to her. He realized he had found someone he could truly be vulnerable with and he let her into his heart. He told her about his childhood, about how he had seen his father assassinate his mother and the sadness that had never abandoned him afterwards. He told her he was never afraid of dementors because he felt he was always walking with one over his shoulder. They had cried together that night and she decided her heart couldn’t take it anymore.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked in defeat. He mentally kicked himself for being too much and not enough.

“Of course not. It’s not that Theo,” she mended quickly.

“Then what?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath. “I miss you when I wake up alone. I love cuddling and coddling you. I want you. All of you, Theo. I don’t just want to be your occasional hook up. I can’t do that anymore.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. Theo studied her for a minute, his intense gaze making her self-conscious.

“Don’t you realize I gravitate towards your company like you’re the only other person in the planet, (Y/N)?” he asked, suddenly feeling very dramatic.

She was frozen in her place. His face softened completely and lunged forward, kneeling in front of her and taking her face in his hands.

“Love,” he whispered, “this stopped being an occasional hook up a long time ago.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “Really?”

He nodded, his messy curls falling to his forehead just like he knew she liked it. “And…and I also want you. All of you,” he said triumphantly.

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Dakkeon’s Family [Aslan + Helga + Alev]

From @dreamsinkandcoffee

So I decided to come and drop my own bombs. c: By the way, thanks again for requesting!! I hope it's not a problem, I'd love some Aslan/Helga with Alev as their daughter. AU or canon or whatever, it's fine. Wish you the best~

Thank you for writing my request! This idea is such pure fluff that it hurts me to change it up a bit, but I don’t write character x character ;-; I’ll have to focus more on Alev and cut out the entire Aslan and Helga romance. I’m really sorry.

Aslan

Aslan and Helga have literally protected each other’s backs on the battlefield, so it’s no question that he trusts her with his life

He may or may not piss her off sometimes

It’s hard to know when he’s being intentional or when he isn’t aware of it

But he knows exactly how to make up to her

These two mess around with each other a lot. A lot of sharp remarks are thrown around.

Aslan isn’t afraid to compliment Helga, which normally results in a retort

He could say, “You know, you’re really reliable to have around” and she’d respond with “I have to be because you’re way too much of a carefree idiot with everything.”

But Aslan has known her long enough to hear the underlying compliments in her insults.

He appreciates how much she has guided Alev

Alev needs a strong female figure in her life to take as a role model and look towards for guidance, and Helga’s perfect for that

Alev isn’t the most confident, so when some politician makes a jab at her, the two have a talk with her to make sure it doesn’t affect her determination

Which ends up in an argument between the two because Aslan is all “You’re going to face a lot of criticism as the heiress, you need to use them to grow and move on” and Helga’s like “Do you want me to get rid of them? It’d be quick and clean, no one will know”

Aslan and Helga have opposite ways of thinking, so a lot of sparks are created

But that’s exactly why they rely on each other so much. They balance each other out.

Aslan is a strong-willed and rushes into things headfirst, while Helga prefers to think her options and weigh their consequences against each other

And that’s exactly what makes Alev such a promising leader. She starts picking up habits from both, combining them with her own style of leadership

But most importantly, it makes them the best parental figures she could have asked for

Helga

Helga normally goes with the flow and does whatever she wants. At some point, she most definitely ended up in Dakkeon

She’s exceptionally comfortable with Aslan, so naturally, she’s a lot more sharp-tongued around him, but that’s because she knows that he won’t be offended

She’s never said it out loud, but she admires Aslan a lot. She’s never been the leader type, she’s always been the logical one

It’s Aslan’s carefree personality that she needs to be there for. Someone can pretty much be bullying him and he wouldn’t realize it, so she needs to be there to tell them to back off.

How dare someone besides her bully him

She pulls small tricks on Aslan just to mess with his mind

It started off by moving his study table a few inches to the left and watch him bump into it

Sometimes, it went too far.

She told him that the actual pronunciation of “sarcasm�� is “sar-cay-zum” and now she regrets it because Aslan has driven everyone crazy to tears with his mispronunciation

She once convinced him that photosynthesis means getting new curtains so once Aslan passed Alev in the hallways and he was like “Can you remind the servants to do photosynthesis” and Alev was like what

Helga gets Alev involved in her pranks too. Once she told Aslan that girls loose their toenails at a certain age, just like how people lose teeth

When Alev confirmed this, Aslan brought her duct tape because he will not let his daughter lose her toenails

Speaking of Alev, when Aslan introduced Alev to her, she immediately decided that this girl will be her daughter from now on, no questions

Helga sympathizes with Alev a lot. Helga’s quite confident now, but she’s doubted herself on the battlefield before

She doesn’t only guide Alev in politics. Sometimes, the two just share tea over normal talks, like about crushes and normal mother-daughter things

Helga never imposes anything on Alev. She knows that Alev needs time to build trust in herself, and while pushing her out of her comfort zone is healthy, pushing her too much might just break her even more

Alev

She adopted Helga as a mom before she even met her

Alev’s heard a lot of stories about Helga from Aslan. She began looking up to her, like how young boys look up to the knights in fairytales

She may or may not be a bigger fan of Helga than Schneider is

When Helga was staying in Dakkeon, Alev received a lot of guidance about feminine things

Like periods and female hygiene and stuff

Don’t get me wrong, Aslan is a great dad who Alev doesn’t hesitate to ask advice from. But the thing is that Aslan doesn’t know much about female hygiene himself

Pretty much all the advice she got was from Solphi

When Alev first met Aslan, she was intimidated by his strong will. So when she first met Helga, she was intimidated by her as well

But from all the stories Aslan told, she was excited to meet her

After she got comfortable with Helga, she bombarded her with questions about the battlefield

It’s not that she hasn’t been on the battlefield before, but she’s never been at the center of war

Alev’s not confident in herself and her choices, and in the political world based on bringing others down to climb to the top, she finds it hard to fit in

This is where she relies on Aslan and Helga. The two give her advice whenever she asks for it.

The Aslan and Helga duo have helped her get over her self-consciousness. Of course, Aslan has definitely helped her a lot, but she follows Helga’s advice sometimes.

For example, Aslan’s advice for when being criticized is the face it with a smile and be honest with it. Helga’s advice is to fight back or ignore it.

Alev does both depending of the circumstances. When she feels that someone is offering genuine advice, she follows Aslan’s advice. When she knows that someone is criticizing her to attack her, she follows Helga’s.

Alev knows that when she gets the throne and is responsible for Dakkeon, the entire country will owe Aslan and Helga for creating a suitable leader for it.

I couldn’t help myself, these three would be an adorable family. Tysm for requesting, I enjoyed writing this way too much

#Lord of Heroes #Aslan Valcarios #Helga Schmitt #Alev Valcarios #LOH #headcanon

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