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luvrlou · 1 year

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Spy Deal

Pairing: Charlie Conway x fem!reader

Summary: Coach Orion has a little job for his younger sister.

Warnings: Charlie's anger issues lol

A/N: I think I'll make a part 2 for this.

Word Count: 1.9k

Coach Bombay had heard wonders about you, since he had met Ted Orion, to him you were the best marketer in the Hockey world, of course, Orion was a bit biased considering you were his younger sister. You had controlled advertisements for some of the biggest teams in the USA, even the National team. At your ripe age of sixteen you were really making a name for yourself.

"Y/N!" Your older brother called through to you, for a few years you had been living in Minneapolis with your brother, his wife and your niece, Jen.

You left your bedroom and walked down the wooded corridor to the living room, "yeah what's up?"

"I have a little research job for you, perhaps you could help me learn more about this new team I'm taking on this year," he told you, offering you a seat on the sofa across for him.

You were instantly interested, your work had been quiet ever since the local hockey team had moved on to bigger things, "yeah I would be happy to help, under one condition."

He let out a chuckle, despite being twenty-two years older than you, you always had a price when it came to a bit of help, "okay, okay, you help and I we go on a brother-sister laser tag and sweetie shop run. Just like the old days."

"Oh my god! Yes! We haven't done that since I was like nine!" You grinned, reminiscing about your ninth birthday where your parents both had meetings all day so Ted took you out.

He smiled softly before continuing, "I have a new team coming via scholarships, they like to call themselves the Ducks, they won the Junior Goodwill Games last season."

"I'll be through with whatever I find later, then it's shooting time buddy!" You chuckled, standing up.

"Whatever you say baby sister," he mocked, drawing his attention back to his television as you left the room.

You quickly ran back to your room and flung yourself into your office chair and turned on your computer, after a few minutes your home screen appeared. You hummed a little tune as you opened up the internet.

"I'm sure there will be some newspaper files about them," you spoke to yourself, finding the local Minneapolis news paper. Despite the world wide web being a new phenomenon the archives were easy to access.

You slowly grew more intrigued as stories of this so-called 'wonder team' popped up, you filtered the site to only show clippings that contained the words 'ice hockey', 'ducks' and 'Bombay', their coach and a close friend of your brothers.

More and more clippings came up, this team were incredible, you had noticed that they had 4 'star' players, Captain Charlie Conway, Adam Banks and the Bash Brother, Fulton Reed and Dean Portman. They had even beaten Iceland's team, which was coached by the Wolf, a well-respected genius in the hockey world.

• • •

Bombay felt much more at ease knowing his beloved team would be passed onto the great Ted Orion, and after learning of your work in the hockey industry, he was thrilled that the ducks could gain even more attraction.

However, the Ducks were not too fond of their new coach, he had stripped Charlie of his captaincy and had taken away the team's spirit. They were no longer the ducks, they were Eden Hall's JV team.

"They hate me it's impossible to work with!" Ted groaned as you were all sat around the dinner table, knees deep in yet another of his rants.

Jen, who always tried to see the best in a situation spoke, "who knows, they might just be scared of you?"

"Darling, I don't think so," he smiled almost sadly.

"How about this, I can come with you to practise sit at the side and see if I can get some information off of them, I'll try to see why they haven't taken a liken to you." You suggested, Ted seemed to enjoy this suggestion as he nodded slightly.

"Are you sure they would talk to you?" Your sister-and-law asked, "I mean you are the younger sister of their coach."

"Well I am the same age as most of them, they might feel like they could say something." You answer, hoping you were right.

• • •

"Gather round team," your brother called, before growing impatient, "god gave you legs for a reason, use them!"

They all grumbled while they skated over, stopping in a messy semi-circle around you and him, peculiar looks on their faces.

"You may be wondering who this is-" Orion began before getting cut off by a tall looking boy with brown hair.

"Y'all that's Y/N! That girl who made that team in Chicago mega-famous!" He shouted.

"The team can't be that famous if you don't know the name, Dwayne," another boy quipped back, this one had off-black hair and was shorter than this Dwayne character.

"Yes Dwayne, this is the Y/n and she is my younger sister, she's just here to supervise the game. She finally decided that lying in her bed all day fawning over Michael J Fox in Back to the Future wasn't being productive." He introduced you, his last comment making you shake your head and flush.

They all exchanged looks, before yet another boy, this time you recognised as Charlie Conway, spoke up, "What age is she, shouldn't she be a bit older if she's your sister?"

"I'm sixteen, our mum had him quite young," you clarified. "Okay Ted, I'm going to go sit down." The team's uproar started again after hearing that their new coach's name is Ted. You laughed, something so normal was causing quite the stir.

The practice wasn't anything interesting, just some drills and a mock game to finish. You were brought out of the trance, that you had caught yourself in when the sound of skates dragging to a halt in front of you.

It was girl who had a long plait in going down her back, "Hi, I'm Connie!"

"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you," you smiled.

She smiled back before pondering her next question, "does coach Orion always act grumpy?"

You laughed slightly, "no, don't worry, he does really want to see you all succeed but he just doesn't know how to get around it."

"Well he doesn't act like it, look!" Connie gestured to the rest of the team, who were all shooting at Goldberg as Orion barked out orders. That's when you noticed that one of the players who had played with them since the PeeWees wasn't there.

"Connie, is there not meant to be another boy, he's blonde, wears number ninety-nine?" You inquired, looking back at the girl.

She smiled slightly, "awe yeah, Banks, he plays for Varsity now." She spoke, almost proud of her ex-teammate. "Well, I better get back to practising, we need to speak again Y/N!"

You grinned, "definitely!"

the girl skated away, lapping around some of the other players, then shooting a puck past Goldberg into the net.

When practise finished Ted approached you, "so did you speak to anyone?"

"Only Connie, she's super nice, but she thinks you're dead grumpy." You answered, this made him frown slightly.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could find Conway and try to talk to him?" He asked, a glint of pleading in his eyes.

You smiled, "yeah I'll speak to him, just because I love you so very much," you teased lightly, which caused him to gently slap the back of your head.

"You're a cheeky prick," he laughed, helping you up.

"That's what you get for having a sixteen-year-old sister when you're thirty!" You grinned back, walking off the ice with your beloved older brother.

• • •

You spotted the brunette boy in the distance walking out of Eden Hall, quickly, you jogged after him.

"Charlie!" You called out, which made him turn around.

He grimaced when he saw you fast approaching, "what do you want?"

"I just want to talk, you seemed kind of," you hummed. You tried to think of a way to make this sound like you weren't being bitchy, "agitated, earlier."

He huffed slightly, "Obviously, have you seen my coach!"

"Hey! Let's remember that's my brother!" You faked annoyance before laughing.

This made him smile, "Fine we can talk, under one condition."

"Woah there Conway, take me out for dinner then we can see where it goes!" You joked, making him flush under the blinding sun.

He shook his head sheepishly, "no! Not like that, I meant to buy me ice cream!" He scrambled out, "if you buy me ice cream, I'll talk to you about anything you want."

You pondered his requirement, "are you asking me on a date Conway?"

"It's a get-together, not a date! Don't be so silly!" He groaned.

You chuckled at his comment, "come on!" You cheered, beckoning him to follow you towards the seafront. Where an ice cream truck would roll on by tweeting out a chirpy tune at exactly ten past five every evening.

The pair of you reached the boardwalk next to the swirling sea just in time to hear the merry tune which signified it was ice cream time. Charlie immediately sped-walked over to where the truck would park and scowled at you as you slowly traipsed over.

"Okay, number ninety-six what are you for having?" You quipped looking up at the boy.

"Two scoops, chocolate orange and vanilla," he answered back after studying the array of flavours intently.

You only smiled at him before going up to the window, "a two scoop cone of chocolate orange and vanilla," you hummed, "and a rocket ice lolly for me."

"That'll be four dollars and fifty cents, doll," the woman in the truck said, handing Charlie both of the sweet treats while you reached for a five-dollar note then slid it over to her.

"Thank you!" You grinned, taking your ice lolly from Charlie.

"Since we never introduced ourselves directly to each other," you spoke before tasting your lolly. "I'm Y/N Orion, I'm sixteen and I grew up in Tampa."

Charlie gave you an odd look before reluctantly speaking, "I'm Charlie Conway, ex-captain of the Ducks and the USA team and I'm also sixteen. Oh and I'm from Minneapolis."

"Lovely to meet you, Charlie Conway!" You smiled towards him, a smile which he returned apprehensivley.

You grabbed his free hand and pulled him towards a free bench and sat down, indicating him to sit down next to you.

"So, Y/N what brings you to Eden Hall?" He asked.

"Well I don't go to school there but Ted just wondered if I could help him gain some information on the players." You explained, Charlie didn't seem to be fond of this answer.

"So you're only here right now with me for some sort of spy deal?" He accused, anger radiating off of him.

"No! Of course not, he just wanted to know how to get you guys working as a team!" You defended, hoping this answer would calm him down.

He scoffed, "well excuse me, we are a team, the ducks, it's just Orion is not a part of it!"

"Come on Charlie! He just wants whats best for you!" you pleaded.

He huffed again and silently got up and stormed away, you quickly followed him, "Charlie, he doesn't mean anything bad!"

•••

You trudged back into the Orion household, swiftly going to your room and slamming the door.

"Y/N you good?" Ted shouted over towards your room, there was a lengthy silence that followed which made him enter your room.

"Charlie hates me!"

#charlie conway x reader #tmd x reader #the might ducks x reader #lou writes fanfic #Spotify

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intricate-ritualz · 1 year

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hi guys! currently trying to figure out how i want to go about characterizing dan, herb, and meg. :) send in a question you’d like to ask one of them, or all three, and i’ll try and write a response in character. here’s smm i did as an example :00

How would you like to die?

Dan

“I’ve thought about this question before, and I’d suppose I’d like to go out the same way everyone does. You know, you’re in your eighties/nineties, you’ve done everything you could possibly hope to do– no regrets or lingering ghosts, nothing like that. Everyone you love is dead– or damn near dead, there’s no one to live for. You crawl into bed one night, maybe before you fall asleep you read a large print book or I don’t know– watch jeopardy. Whatever well fulfilled old people do. Anyways, you fall asleep and sometime during the night you just– die. That’s it. Old age, heart failure, whatever. Painless and quiet, you give up the ghost. Your kids are sad, but they tell the small gathering of people that showed up at your funeral that ‘He lived a good life’ and ‘It was his time.’ Eventually, your kids die too. And their kids. You don’t go down in history or anything, but you lived a good, honest life. Your time on Earth was as unremarkable as it was respectable. That’s one of those fantasies I hold close to my heart. I’ve always sort of assumed it was the way me and every other unremarkable, respectable man would end up going, but I’ve come to realize that you have to be pretty damn lucky to die in peace. We’ve all got ghosts.”

Herbert

“Death has never been an option in my mind. When I was young, I entertained the concept of death. Of my parents dying, of my acquaintances dying, however– I never once considered the possibility of dying myself. I used to believe that I might be insane, after all– why did I not fear death? Fear is not the right word… Why would I not entertain death when it pertained to myself? I did not yet understand that both madness and death are relative. As a man of science, I can not bring myself to believe in the moronic drivel that comes out of the mouths of ‘physics’ and ‘fortune tellers,’ these spiritual neanderthals would more than likely tell me that all those years ago I sensed the cure for mortality I would birth in the future, my panacea, my reagent. Nonsense. However, I will agree that my reagent was inevitable, as when man faces death he either cowers in fear and accepts his fate, or he fights. I am not one to cower. I refuse to accept death. Those who believe death is inevitable, or simply part of life, or whatever one might think in order to fit the horrifying concept of death into their neat little mind, those who have accepted death have only accepted it out of pure necessity. These people believe there is no life without death, they think that an eternal existence would not ‘fulfill’ them. The truth is that to live, to exist, is what makes us Gods. And to die… death makes us human. God experiences the infinite, all consuming, expanse of time and existence. The joy of eternal life. And God has never once regretted his decision to do so. So why would man regret such a thing? What makes God’s will to live any more formidable than man’s?”

Meg

“I suppose I won’t be dying anytime soon, God willing of course. I like to think I’ll end up passing away at a ripe old age, surrounded by the people I love and full of fond memories of our time together. I want to live as long as my body will let me, but I don’t want that to mean I’m sacrificing my quality of life. If I’m ninety seven and the doctors have declared that I’m medically considered a vegetable, with God as my witness, pull the plug. If my life can’t be experienced to the fullest, there’s really no point in living it. If I were to die now, oh gosh I’m not even thirty yet– but if I were to die now I’d want to die spectacularly. I’d want to die saving someone’s life, rescuing babies and puppies from a burning building. I’d want to die in a freak motorcycle accident that makes the global news. I’d want my death to be written about, talked about, and broadcasted. I’d want it to be tragic and heroic and strange. I’d want to be mourned by people who never even knew me. I’d want my life to end on my terms as well. My will giving the okay to pull the plug, my feet running into the burning building, my motorcycle crashing into the Grand Canyon. I’d want to be remembered, but on my terms. But really, the motorcycle house fire incident is my last resort. I’m perfectly okay with dying of– cancer? I think Dan told me that’s the current leading cause of death in elderly patients at the hospital, don’t quote me on that though.”

#tag ur self /j #i wrote these at 1am so i might hate them tomorrow :3 #dan cain #meg halsey #herbert west #danbert #re animator

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ask-sad-ghost-piett · 2 years

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We always hear about your Mom but never about your other parent?(If you had one) Is there a reason?

Sorry if thats a sensitive topic.

Oh, my father is doing just fine. He lived until the ripe old age of 93, passed away peacefully in his sleep and has since then been enjoying the afterlife. (Apparently, longevity runs in both sides of my family, though thanks to the Rebel Scum, I never got to experience it firsthand.)

I visit him occasionally. Our relationship is much the same as it was in life. He leaves me to make my own decisions and if I ever ask him for advice, he gives me an answer that's so vague I'm essentially left on my own. I doubt he's ever had a concrete opinion on anything I've ever done in my life, good or bad. I swear, I could tell him literally anything, and he will respond with "Oh, that's nice." That was his response when I told him I was promoted to Admiral. That was also his response when I told him I'd just watched Needa die a slow and painful death and might very well be next.

Once I told him I was going to get engaged to a Sith Lord and run away to Mustafar, just to test him.

"Oh, that's exciting, Firmus," he said. "Good luck with that."

Our relationship is functional, I suppose.

-Admiral Piett

#imperial seance #piett's daddy issues #parent issues #tw: parental death #but... almost everyone's dead here

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philadelphia-hq · 1 year

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“I don’t know how to live in this world lightly. Some memories I grip too tight, and some crush my shoulders.”

FLORENCIA ‘REN’ SANCHEZ

Age: 31 Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her Occupation: Bartender & part-time hacker Neighborhood: Fishtown

BIOGRAPHY

Life sure was one cold hearted son of a bitch, and this had become somewhat of a normality to the youngest Sanchez child. Growing up in Fishtown, Philadelphia, life was always a risk, especially when you had a mother who worked the streets and a father who did the same but instead of selling himself, he sold drugs. Not only that, but in a very alcohol dependant home, things got out of hand, as did tempers, meaning fists flew around the house for both the Sanchez children. Though at first Ren was immune from this as the youngest child, unfortunately it was only a matter of time before she was thrown into the chaos and violent nature that was her parents. Her brother Alec took the brunt of this as the eldest, and with a good few years on his sister, he figured this was his duty. To protect her from harms way, and for the longest time, Ren figured her brother was going to end up in a position life that lead him to helping others. Cops, Firefighters, army, whatever. However, unfortunately for all those involved, that most definitely was not the case. In fact, he went above and beyond to prove he couldn’t be more like his father if he tried, and in the end, this got him locked up for assault. But not before Ren and him lost their parents. So in reality, Ren was left to fend for herself at the ripe age of seventeen years old. A mother and father who thought it was a swell idea to drive high as a kite, killing a third party in the process — oh, and not to mention a brother that vowed never to be like their parents, but just went right ahead and proved himself wrong in the matter. A man with a temper that rivalled her own, but in a violent nature that left him behind bars and his sister alone. Hell, this was the Sanchez’s for you. Apparently they weren’t fortunate enough for a stroke of good luck or anything of the sort.

While her family life was in shambles more often than not, this was when Ren took the opportunities that came at her in full stride and that included a few hobbies she had picked up along the way, including her work with computers. At first, she was thrown into dancing and ballet, and though while she was initially passionate for the art of dance, it was clear to see that the girl before the glamorous and classy ballerina’s, was more interested in converse and playing video games — which was initially where her love of technology grew from. So, throughout middle and high school, she joined the AV Club and became the loner that perhaps some still consider her to be today, and invested herself in code, and hacking, and anything computer related rather than physical and human relationships. Yes, she had a few friends growing up, but due to her family life she was closed off and secretive, never truly letting others know how bad it got. Even when she rocked up into school with bruises on show, just telling people the likely story of her getting into yet another fight. Which, to be honest, wasn’t an unlikely story considering her back-talking and aggressive nature, which she no doubt picked up from her genetics. Despite not wanting to turn out like her mother, there were just some aspects she couldn’t deny or hide from, especially when science was involved. Though she had a hobby she was interested in pursuing, unfortunately she did not have sufficient funds to put herself through college or classes, and just picked up things as she went and learned through her own curiosity and the internet alone. Especially when her parents had passed away in a car accident, which wasn’t so much an accident, rather than a stupid and selfish fuck-up. Though she did have her brother for a few or two following their deaths, and thankfully he was granted guardianship where he was 21 at the time. Of course, this did not exactly turn out much better for the pair thereafter.

Once her brother found himself otherwise occupied behind bars, Ren was left the ownership of the house and that’s exactly where she remained. With two jobs on the go, she could just about manage the upkeep. One as a barmaid, just serving drinks and putting up with drunken patrons, and the other was more of a sideline, just helping people with their computer needs. Whether that be just fixing someones old shitty laptop, or hacking into a feuding wife’s cheating asshole of a husband’s emails to see what’s going on behind closed doors. If something technical is required, Ren has proved to be quite resourceful. However, there’s a good chance that none of this is legal — in fact, she knows full well it isn’t. And she’s already been caught by the police a few times now, but it pays to have friends in high places, apparently. Nonetheless, she has continued on with her life despite the tragic mishaps along the way. Including the fact that she became as cold and guarded as she vowed herself not to, not because of her family. However, her subconscious had another plan in mind, and this is it’s way of protecting itself. Casting people out for a slight error in judgement, isolating herself from social gatherings. Whatever it is, there’s a ninety percent chance that Ren will do whatever she can to ensure she comes out on top. After all, she goes by the saying of ‘selfish people live longer’, and this was something her father had passed on in one of his drugged up sessions. However, the words seemed to resonate with the young woman, and she’s been unable to shake them ever since.

Ren is still currently setting herself up in the way of her two jobs, and sustaining the property she has taken from her brother thanks to his antics landing him in prison a few years ago now. However, she has recently been informed that her brother may be granted parole and she has been asked to attend his meeting and more of less ‘vouch for him’, something she’s currently deciding between considering she knows full well what her brother is capable off. The violent asshole that he is. Nonetheless, she figured she’s just going to decide last minute, and until that time, she’s essentially just going to become a bubbling brunette of anger and turmoil. So, essentially she’s wishing luck on whoever pisses her off one day when she’s ready to blow. Thankfully though, she does have a select few who manage to keep her relatively calm, which is difficult in itself with such a fiery woman, especially in the section of Downtown — it’s just going to be a case of whether or not Ren lets herself fall into familial habits of drugs. After all she’s got the contacts and it’s an easy score, not to mention she’s already got alcohol down as a solution to most of her problems, which was always a dangerous road, right? However, she’s a strong willed woman, so hopefully she’ll learn to battle her demons in other ways. And until that point, it’s just a case of getting by. In fact, she’s hoping to pick up her second business in a more professional way, even considering saving up and purchasing a small office, or even hiring someone to help. Whether that be a legal advisory, a fellow technical enthusiast, or even just someone to help her with finding cases and handling the admin shit for the third parties and clients involved.

REN SANCHEZ has the face claim of PRISCILLA QUINTANA and is played by YAS.

#fishtown #b

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 4

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

“Dearest, I am appalled. “ My father said apologetically. “ Jungkook told me what happened at the dinner and I’m beginning to rethink this whole idea. These pups need to be on a leash , if they cannot control themselves to this extent.”

I was curled up on the couch next to my dad, his fingers gently stroking my hair while he stared at the screen in front of us. It carried all the accounts of the mansion for the week and the numbers made my head swim . So I ignored it, eating the freshly baked macarons that cook had sent up from the kitchen.

My father occasionally consulted from a bunch of files spread out on the table in front of him and I shuddered again when I thought about Mingyu.

“He was an awful choice father. I should have just told you to set things up with Yugyeom.” I grimaced.

My father nodded at once.

“Of course dearest, I’ll talk to him myself and see if he’s free this weekend. Will that work for you?”

“thank you father.” I said brightly, curling up next to him.

For a few minutes, we both stayed quiet, him humming as he leafed through the files, me munching on a few ripe tangerine pieces.

“What do you think of Jungkook?” My father said suddenly, making me cough.

I swallowed, throat dry.

My father felt me stiffen against him and he chuckled.

“Don’t panic, love. I am way too old not to recognize heartache when I see it. Especially in my own daughter. Your display at the breakfast table yesterday was quite unlike you and I realized, it’s not just a silly infatuation anymore, is it ? ” He rubbed the back of his fingers on my cheek, soothing and gentle.

I didn’t reply.

“I think he’s a good...man.” I finished.

“Ahhh...” My father chuckled. “ Man. Here I am , trying to foist you off on boys who’ve barely popped their fangs for the first time .... when it is obvious that what you need is someone reliable and in control. Therein lies the appeal, does it not, dearest? ”

I flushed red, scrambling to sit up , and clutching the fabric of my skirt in a death grip.

“It’s... it’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” I choked out.

My father hummed.

“Have you told him how you feel?” He asked gently and I stared at him.

“You’re not mad.?” I whispered.

My father chuckled.

“Why would I be mad? I’ve known him for five whole centuries. He’s a fine, upstanding man. Jungkook is fair and strong. He is more than capable of taking care of you and the best part, you would be able to live here forever. I would be lucky to have him as my son in law.” He said firmly.

I felt my body go lax in disbelief.

“Somi .. Somi said...That you wouldn’t approve. Because he isn’t from a strong clan. ”

“Somi worries too much about what the others in our clan may say. Especially your uncle. He’s coming back soon remember? “ My father grimaced.

I felt a shiver run through me.

“Uncle Jaebum? He’s coming back?” I whispered, terrified.

My father hummed, kissing the side of my head.

“Yes he is, love. But don’t worry. I’ll handle him. Your uncle still believes that lineage plays some role in how a vampire turns out but couldn’t be more wrong. i mean , young Mr. Mingyu has single handedly proven that theory wrong , hasn’t he?” My father shook his head, laughing, “ So tell me, has Jungkook agreed to court you?”

I groaned.

“He has categorically stated that he doesn’t want to court me.” I said softly.

My father laughed at that.

“That must’ve been a novel experience for you.”

I pouted.

“Father!” I whined.

“Alright, alright ...dearest. I won’t tease. Did he say why? ” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Because I’m too young? Possibly.... He said something about carrying too much baggage and not wanting to ruin my life.”

My father made a noise of impatience.

“The boy is an overthinker. He’s always been that way. He doesn’t look that way but he cares deeply about hurting others. It’s possible he’s only trying to protect you. Albeit in a very misguided way. “

“ Perhaps. But, whatever the reason, he’s not willing to court me. So, no. i don’t think he wants to be your son in law. I wish I could change his mind. ” I muttered, snuggling closer into him.

“Ah, you know I can’t change his mind for you, don’t you flower? That’s your job...”

I sighed.

“I know...”

“If Jungkook does choose to court you. You will have my blessing. I will give you a wedding that will make the world watch in awe. “ He said firmly.

i laughed.

“Really? You made Somi marry Jimin in the barn on the estate.” I grinned.

“Well, Don’t tell your brothers and sisters but you are my favorite after all. “ He whispered conspiratorially and I grinned.

It was funny because I knew he wasn’t even lying.

After my mother had left the clan, my father had taken on the role with enthusiasm. Unlike the head of clans all over the world, my father was approachable , friendly and deeply involved in his children’s lives. And he had always adored me.

“And even if Jungkook doesn’t realize how amazing you are, remember that there are plenty of good men out there. I want you to be happy, dearest. I will not settle for anything less than your complete happiness. “ My father said fiercely and I hugged him closer.

I loved this man too damn much.

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“ You’re so good at what you do, Sera .” Lee Minhyuk gave me a seductive smile as he watched me wrestle his one year old daughter into her booties with one hand while i kept the other wrapped around her to stop her from toppling backwards on the small seat.

How about you stop flirting and help me dress your daughter , you asshole, I thought angrily, grunting from the effort of crouching for long periods of time.

When the fluffy blue fur boots were finally on, I gave little Cherin’s squishy thighs a soft squeeze, pressing a kiss to her perfect cheeks.

“Good bye cherry berry...” I sang softly, waving gently as she hugged her father’s legs before being scooped up into his arms.

“So, are you free this friday? We could get something to eat?” Minhyuk gave me a wink.

His wife was out of town.

I offered a polite smile in return.

“I’m going to have to pass on that. I don’t date parents, Minhyuk ssi.” I bowed my head lightly.

Minhyuk looked annoyed but his gaze flitted to the 6′3″ man behind me, and he didn’t push the subject, merely bowing before leaving.

Behind me Jungkook cleared his throat.

I turned and he gave me a slow, lazy smirk.

“You don’t date parents? Does that mean we’re not on for tonight anymore?” His eyes danced with mirth, mischief glinting in the black orbs.

I flushed red.

“Stop it, “ i hissed peering over his shoulder to make sure none of the other workers in the daycare had heard him.

Jungkook smiled a little at the panic in my face.

“But then , it isn’t really a date is it? You only want my body.” He sighed deeply in faux disappointment.

I gave him an impish smile.

“It is the best thing you have on offer....” I shrugged.

He laughed.

“Fair enough. Did you tell your dad about Mingyu? ” He asked as the workers began to leave one by one. Joowon had left with some of the other kids earlier, Jimin and Somi having promised to take the kids in the clan out for icecream.

I picked up the stray blocks, dropping them into the huge laundry basket repurposed as a toy bag. i got on my hands and knees to peer under the huge wooden dresser in the corner, looking for stray blocks or toys and picking a few.

My back screamed in protest and i wondered if I was going to spend the rest of eternity with an achy back. I was just too young to be feeling this old.

Was Park Jimin onto something with the whole yoga and stretching and exercise and healthy eating ? Should I stop binge eating french fries and possibly start eating salads?

I sighed, straightening up and twisting my torso a bit only to find Jungkook with his gaze leveled very obviously on my ass.

So much so he didn’t even notice I was looking at him.

I cleared my throat and his gaze left my butt, meeting mine with an absolutely unrepentant look on his face.

“What?” He shrugged. “ I’m just seeing what I’m going to be working with tonight .”

I felt my face flame, hating the way an absolutely ridiculous smile was threatening to make its way onto my face. I turned away quickly, crawling on all fours to the next dresser and peering under it too.

once all the toys were put away and I’d double checked the to do list on the board , We finally closed the day care down for the night. It was just little past six and I stood by the door, watching while he carefully checked all the side gates and the backyard.

Slipping the key into my backpack , I began the walk back to the mansion and he fell into step next to me.

“You didn’t answer my question....” He said softly and I blinked.

“Oh?” I couldn’t remember.

“ Did you tell your father what happened with Mingyu?”

“Did you?” I retorted. and he shrugged.

“I had to give a complete play by play report. Your father was incredibly upset.”

I chuckled.

“He’s very protective of me..” I shrugged.

Jungkook went tellingly quiet.

I felt foreboding rise inside me. Jungkook inhaled sharply, obviously staring to say something but i cut him off quickly.

“He likes you!!” I blurted out quickly. “ I mean..he approves of you... Told me he wouldn’t mind you being his son in law.”

My lack of filter was going to get me killed one of these days.

Jungkook however seemed more amused than annoyed.

“Well, considering the kind of candidates in the race, I can see why he would prefer me. “ He laughed.

I frowned. There was something smug in his tone that irked me. He shouldn’t get to be smug about something like that when he didn’t even want to be with me in the first place.

“They’re not all clowns. Yugyeom is a great guy.” I said sharply.

Jungkook’s eyebrow shot up.

“Is it so?”

I nodded, honest.

“He’s older... almost two centuries old now and he’s a good friend.”

“Two centuries? How on earth did he become your friend?”

“He was one of my tutors during college. So I kind of had a crush on him.... It was all exciting .... You know, teacher and student .....forbidden love and all that “ I smiled.

Jungkook gave me a cheeky smile.

“Ahh...ever sucked his dick off under the desk? Or dreamed of it at least? ” He asked casually and I choked.

“ What? “

“Why do you look so shocked? isn’t that the most common of fantasies?“

I glared at him .

“No... I did not. That’s indecent.”

He stopped walking.

I walked a few steps ahead and paused, turning to stare at him.

“What?” I demanded.

“Sera , what the actual fuck do you think we’re going to be doing tonight?” He asked thoughtfully.

I spluttered .

“I... Its different. I was too young back then. Of course I know what you’re going to do tonight.” I said impatiently, turning around to keep going.

But his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me to him. I crashed into his chest, gripping the fabric to steady myself.

“For someone who was so eager to have me show her the ‘ ropes’ , you’re quite intent on running from me, anytime i bring it up.” He whispered.

i stared resolutely at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. It wasn’t that I was shy per se. But just looking at his face made me lose my braincells.

“I’m not running away. I just....” Don’t want to read too much into your flirting. Your teasing. Your interest in me. I have to keep my heart safe and I can’t do that with you offering me all of your attention....

“Don’t be nervous, alright? I’ll take good care of you.” He smiled softly.

God, I hated this man.

I could feel heat pool in my belly, spreading all over my body and the urge to throw myself into his arms was so overwhelming.

“I know you will. “ I said softly, finally looking up at him, pressing my palm to his face. “ You’re a good man. A kind man. I knew the minute I saw you that you’d take good care of me. ”

The words seemed to affect him and he bit his lips, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“We should go.” He said shortly, pushing away from me and walking away briskly.

“Who’s the one running now, Jeon Jungkook?!!!” I yelled after him and he flipped me off without turning around.

Laughing, I ran to catch up with him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At 10.55 , I stood outside Jungkook’s room, nervous but eager.

It wasn’t even the prospect of sex, I thought giddily. Just the idea of spending time with him, of listening to him talk, of having him at touching distance .....it was so intoxicating.

I knocked lightly.

Jungkook opened the door , a smile on his face and it was jarring, how young he looked like this.

He was clearly fresh out of the shower. Hair wet and and still dripping a little, he was dressed in a grey hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to show his veiny forearms and grey sweatpants, hands tucked into his pockets as he shook his hair out of his eyes.

It was a futile action and all it really did was send water droplets flying all around.

I blinked against the unexpected spray, water clinging to my lashes and my cheeks.

“Hey!! “ I protested. “ Are you a puppy? Use a towel like the rest of the world.” I mumbled.

He laughed.

“Come in, princess.” He grabbed my wrist, tugging gently and I stepped into his room, looking around eagerly.

He closed the door behind us and I heard him pull the dead bolt into place before turning the key as well.

No interruptions then.....

Good.

“Your room is actually bigger than mine.” I frowned, noting the big four poster bed, complete with a white curtained canopy. I let my gaze fall to the clean white sheets and my mind flashed back to the beautiful Helena, sprawled on the bed in nothing but her underwear.

I swallowed the bitter jealousy that threatened.

Hands wrapped around my waist from behind and he hugged me close, the warmth of his chest heavy and amazing on my body. I jumped a little when i felt the gentle press of his lips on the curve of my neck.

“You sure about this? We don’t have to do anything at all tonight. We can kiss a little, watch a movie and sleep. But you’re a big girl so I’m gonna let you call the shots.” He lightly grabbed a huge chunk of my hair, lifting it out of the way before kissing the back of my neck.

“Uh...” I stared straight ahead, already half aroused. “I want....to feel good.”

He laughed against my skin, his hold around me tightening.

“That can be arranged.” He said hotly, teeth nipping at my skin before he gently turned me around in his arms.

I looked up at him, drinking in his gorgeous face and he hummed, eyes narrowed as though in deep thought.

“Bed?” He prompted and it was ridiculous, how one word could turn me on that bad. I nodded, making to move but he surprised me, crouching and grabbing the back of my thighs, pulling me up so easily, that I shrieked. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, more by instinct than intent and he laughed at the look on my face.

“This always gets the ladies going.” He winked and I flushed.

“Show off...” I muttered, lightly punching his shoulders and he shrugged.

“I don’t hit the gym five times a week to not show off darling.” he drawled, walking over to the bed and tossing me on the mattress. I bounced off the surface, squawking in surprise and I scrambled to sit up but he was already grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tossing it off.

I’d never seen him shirtless but before I could fully appreciate the view, he was climbing on the bed. He grabbed my ankles, tugging me away from the head board and I landed on my back with an oof.

“Ow. You’re being entirely too careless with me. “ I protested.

He crawled forward on his knees, closer and closer till he was throwing one leg over my body, straddling my waist.

“Thought you wanted to be put in your place.” He reminded me and I grinned up at him.

“I think I’m right where I want to be. Under you.” I said honestly and he nodded.

“It’s where you belong.” He whispered, taking me entirely by surprise .

My heart began pounding a familiar ache, a familiar pang. I knew it was an illusion. He didn’t for a second believe I belonged here but it was hard not to believe him, when he was hovering over me , looking like a fallen angel.

God, don’t get emotionally invested. He doesn’t actually mean it, you fool.

“Kiss me.” I held my arms up and he lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight off me as he kissed me, soft and gentle. I let my fingers tangle in the damp ebony locks, tugging gently as he angled himself better, tongue begging entrance.

The heady mint taste of him, sent me into over drive and I wrapped both my legs around his waist, pulling him down.

I took a second to just take him in.

The scent of his skin against mine, clean and woody, slightly sweaty, but mostly just musky. The smell of a man . The weight of him on my body, the hardness of his arousal evident even through the sweatpants. He pulled back to stare at me, his fingers brushing my cheeks.

“You have perfect lips for kissing. Lush and plump. Like tiny pillows I can sink my teeth into.” He whispered, catching my lower lip between his teeth and tugging.

“You have beautiful nipples. I want to lick them some day. .” I breathed, running my thumb on the curve of his cheek bones.

Jungkook stared at me in complete shock for a second and then laughed .

“Thats.... a new one. Jesus. “ he shook his head, almost in disbelief.

“Sorry.” I flushed and he waved off my apology.

“You wanted to feel good right? Shall I start?” His eyes twinkled.

I nodded, way too eagerly and he laughed harder.

“Okay, let’s get you out of these clothes, princess. “ He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to a sitting position before gently tugging the t shirt off my chest. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his breath caught s he stared at my breasts.

He stared at them for a second, swallowing before, glancing at me .

“Beautiful.” He said, voice deep and husky.

“Thank you .” I said primly.

He laughed again and shook his head.

“I can’t remember ever laughing so much before sex. This is so weird.”

“Weird bad?” i asked, nervous.

He shook his head.

“Weird good.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek just as he hooked his thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down easily and leaving me completely naked. “ Weird adorable.”

I crossed my legs, drawing my knees up at once, feeling devastatingly shy.

His eyes softened.

“You want me to turn off the lights? “ He asked gently.

“Yes please.” I said desperately and he nodded, quickly climbing off the bed and fumbling with the light switches. He left a single light on , near the closet. It left the rest of the room dimly lit.

“Am I the first one to see you like this?” He asked, rubbing his hands together before climbing onto the bed again.

“Um... after the age of ten, yes.” I laughed nervously.

He hummed.

“You’re gorgeous. Toss me that pillow.” He pointed to the one next to my head and i handed it to him.

“Lie down for me darling.” He smiled.

I hesitated, closing my eyes tight just because it was overwhelming, seeing him in front of me , shirtless and being naked in front of him.

I laid back slowly, knees still pulled up and feet on the bed, thighs pressed together.

My heart was pounding , less from nerves and more from sheer anticipation. I’d waited long enough for this to truly feel nervous or want to back out.

And the fact that it was with Jungkook... I’d pretty much hit the jackpot in first time experiences.

Hands on my knees made my eyes fly open and I found myself staring up into his face.

“You okay?” He asked gently.

i nodded.

“Let me between your legs?” He asked sweetly.

I felt the blood rush to my face, my legs shaking as I spread my knees and thighs, enough to give him space between them. His fingers closed around my ankle lightly, gentle as he ran his hands up and down my legs.

“Relax alright. You wanted to feel good and I’m going to make you feel good. The only thing you need to do is... well.. feel.” He smiled, impish bunny teeth bright even in the darkened room.

I nodded, closing my eyes.

“Don’t wanna watch?” He teased and I shook my head. My pulse kicked up at the very thought of it.

Jungkook wasn’t anything like I’d imagined, I thought miserably. He had been attractive as the stoic, serious man who wanted to do the right thing but like this : naught and flirty and charming , he was absolutely devastating and i wasn’t sure i could come out of this unscathed.

I couldn’t fight the feeling that I was making a huge mistake . that this whole thing was going to end with my heart ripped to shreds....

His lips against my forehead pulled me out of my thoughts and I swallowed.

“I’m going to touch you.” He said softly and I shuddered when his hands closed over my breasts, gentle but firm, kneading the flesh very slowly, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the nipples till they tightened.

I bit my lips to stop myself from crying out, the sensation overwhelming and foreign because it was someone else’s fingers and not my own.

“Hey... “ one soft finger pressed against my lips, parting them gently and i sobbed out loud. “ None of that.... You should be as loud as you want to...how else will I know if I’m getting the job done?”

“You’re getting it done..” I choked out, shaking all over and his kissed my lips again, quick and hard.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, lips pressing kisses down my chest and across my breasts.

“Since you wanted to lick my nipple, let me uh...return the favor? In advance ?” He laughed against my skin and I inhaled sharply when he nipped at the fleshy mound.

His lips closed around my nipples, the suction gentle but his tongue wet and insistent .

I went completely still, my hands flying to his hair and gripping so hard he grunted . My hips lifted off the bed at the sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he kept suckling and licking and god, his teeth...he was using his teeth to bite down on the nub... making me thrash my hips , my body completely overwhelmed .

He kept his lips over the peak, licking the tip over and over till it was tender and wet and hard . He used his hands to knead the other side, thumb rubbing insistently on the neglected nub and I felt my toes curling into th mattress, my arms drooping to loop around his neck as he began to move his hips as well, grinding down on to my thigh.

I was going to black out from having my nipple played with, I thought vacantly.

“Probably won’t feel this good for me but I’m glad you like it.” He laughed again and I loved the sound of it. Loved that he seemed to be enjoying this too. And I wanted him to enjoy it. Wanted to make him feel good too.

So I let my hand drop, down to his waist and then to the front of his pants.

He froze over me.

“Sera-”

“I want to.” I said desperately, knowing what he was going to say. . “ Please , let me touch you too-”

“Hey hey...shush..”He kissed me again quick and heady. “ Remember what I said? You call the shots.... “ He pressed another kiss to the corner of my lips. “ Want me to take off my sweats?”

I nodded, “ Yeah.”

He wiggled out of his pants quickly and i cursed myself for wanting the lights turned off.

I hesitated, rubbing my palm on his pecs and tracing the muscles down to his tightly packed abs and then hesitating.

“You can touch.” He said hotly and I swallowed, letting my fingers flutter down between his gloriously thick thighs. His skin was smooth and hard , like silk over steel and I let my fingers go lower, past the light dusting of hair to the thick, rigid length of him , my fingers closing over the hardness of his cock.

Jungkook jerked forward, head burying into the pillow near my head and he swore.

“Fuck...” He sounded strangled and I laughed , gripping him harder but not a lot because I wasn’t sure how much was too much. .

“I have no idea what I’m doing...” I admitted weakly , loosening my grip a little to stroke up and down over the length of his cock.

“Fuck.. just the fact that you’re doing it is going to make me cum.” He choked out and I laughed, ridiculously flattered.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.

“Lick it.” He said softly.

I went still, my brain grinding to a halt.. Lick....??

My eyes went wide.

And so did his.

“Your palm.” He choked out. “ Lick your palm not my..... Your palm. It’s too dry.”

Oh.. oh.

Lick my palm. Not his cock. Right. Got it.

“Okay...”I drew my hand up and hesitated , unsure . Jungkook watched me like a hawk, eyes trained on my mouth and I bit my lips, cupping my palm and spitting into it, twice for good measure. feeling absolutely filthy.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed as I took my hand down to his cock again, wrapping my hand around it and it did feel better, easier to jerk him off with the lubrication. I moved my hands up and down , with no rhythm and Jungkook gritted his teeth.

“Okay... I’m gonna.. “He shivered a little when I tentatively pressed my thumb to the head, surprised to find him wet , on the top. I gathered the moisture around his slit, spreading it all over the head of his cock, using my fingers to rub circles over the crown , fingers tracing the thick vein on the underside.

inside me. This is going to be inside me.

I felt my thighs shake, my insides clenching, wetness dribbling out of me as I squirmed.

“Please... Jungkook , I...”

“I got you...” He whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his cock.

“hey-” I pouted but he shook his head.

“If you don’t keep your hands off, this'll all be over before it even begins,.” He said dryly.

I closed my eyes again, my nerves picking up.

“Listen...” He said suddenly and I blinked, staring at him. “ I’m going to get you wet...” Oh, god, “ With my tongue.”

My entire body went taut.

“I..”

“It’ll make it easier... trust me. And It’ll feel good. Wasn’t that the goal today? “ He tossed me a wink, squeezing my thighs a bit. He moved back and grabbed the pillow.

“Lift your hips up for me.” He said gently and I raised my butt, jerking when he folded the pillow in half and pushed it under my hips. And the he was crawling backwards, till his face hovered over my belly button.

“Throw your legs over my shoulders....” He said briskly, gripping my thighs , one in each and spreading my legs apart. I did as he asked, the back of my knee resting on the hard muscles of his broad shoulders and i raised my head a bit to peer down at him.

The sight of jungkook’s gorgeous fucking face between my thighs got seared into my head and I fell back, already overwhelmed.

He pressed a soft kiss to my thigh, a little nip my skin and then sucked the skin at the juncture of my hip and thigh. He was breathing in suddenly, a loud, shuddering inhale. His breathing wavered and i felt the sharp pin prick of teeth.

“Shit..”He pulled back and I jumped a little, watching him struggle. He glanced at me and I saw the flash of white between his lips. He’d dropped fang...and was clearly struggling to get them to retract.

“You can do it..” I said feverishly. “ Jungkook , you can.... Drink.”

He shook his head and glanced up at me and the look in his eyes made me startle .... because it looked like he was going to get up, move away , possibly call off this whole thing and no...no that was absolutely not going to happen.

I was not letting him back out of this.

He tried to move, but I grabbed his hair, yanking his mouth back to my thigh.

“Fucking do it...” I snapped angrily and his eyes widened at my tone, “ do it and then fuck me , Jungkook or I swear to God I’ll -”

Sharp, sharp pain lanced through my spine as he bit down, fangs piercing my skin with ease and I felt the rush of liquid as it left my body, filling his mouth as he gulped.

His venom worked its magic, the pain dulling to a throb, a pleasant heady intoxication....meant to make the bleeding out painless, meant to make death pleasant for the prey but for me it was just pleasure.

Pleasure because he could have his fill and I would still be able to give him more.

Pleasure because with me, he could indulge himself, as much as he wanted without worrying about the consequences.

Jungkook groaned against my thighs, his shoulders shaking as he drank and I stroked his hair, petting the dark strands as I fought the slight lightheadedness, knowing that it would pass soon.

Jungkook sucked deeper and I parted my legs moaning when my head began to spin, and then I felt his fingers touch my center, parting my folds , spreading the wetness all over his fingers before his thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing insistently. I felt myself dripping all over the sheets, so wet and swollen and throbbing...

“Oh, god yes... That feels so good, Jungkook .. I...” I gasped as he slipped one long finger in, deep and without any resistance. The warm wetness in my thigh began spreading and I heard him groan as he sucked harder, drinking me down like i was the finest wine.

“Another... give me more...please...”

He moaned, still drinking, still shaking as he pressed another finger in next to the previous one, deeper still, searching and stroking, tracing every ridge inside me, curling just right, and rubbing down on that spot inside me...the one I could never quite reach by myself.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his fang sinking in just a little deeper as he latched on tighter and my legs shook as I cried out.

He hummed, using one hand to rub soothing circles on my thigh, while he rubbed his thumb across my clit , hard and the gentle and then hard again until it throbbed and ached , over and over again and I was sure the little nub was bruised, that I wouldn’t be able to touch it for a while without wincing.

I was gushing , my arousal so strong that the sheets were soaked, wet and so damp and the sensation of his fingers, thick and deep inside me while his fangs bit down harder, while he fed from me, was just too much...too much.

I exploded around his fingers , my orgasm so strong that my hips lifted right off the bed, and he fucked me through it, fingers pounding in and out of my wet swollen walls as he pulled away, fangs retracting and I struggled to get on my elbows , to get a look at him.

He looked completely wrecked, fangs still half out, lips red and dripping blood , eyes flashing scarlet and blazing with lust so potent , I felt my insides churn.,,. i stared at him as I clenched over his fingers and he closed his eyes, shoulders shaking as he tried to get his bearings but I grabbed his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him up and closer.

“Inside!” I choked out as he tried to get up, looking punch drunk and out of it.” Get inside me.”

“Sera... you’re...” He was slurring his words and I cried out in sheer frustration, scrabbling to my knees and pushing him down till he was flat on the bed.

“ Please i need it... need your cock inside me Jungkook, fuck...” I begged, my thighs aching and walls clenching from how desperately I wanted to be filled. I stuck my hand between my legs , gathering as much of my wetness as I could before gripping his cock, coating him in my arousal.

There was something so filthy about his hard, thick cock covered in my juices that made my mouth water. I wanted to swallow him down, to feel his cock hit the back of my throat but I wanted him inside me too.

Maybe next time.

“Please....Please can I sit on your cock?!! “ i choked out, fully gone. Jungkook groaned at my words.

“Yes.. fuck... Do it.. Come on baby, take what you want from me.” he whispered. and I scrambled up to straddle his thighs. Gripping the base of his cock, I pressed the tip against my entrance, closing my eyes to brace myself, digging my knees into the mattress for leverage before sinking straight down .

“Oh, fuck....” I shuddered, my entire body thrumming as he pressed in, the hard length of him cleaving me so easily there was absolutely no pain to even register. It was just new. Different.

And so so exhilarating.

I sank all the way down till my ass hit the hardness of his thighs.

And then I couldn’t move anymore. My body shook with tremors and My hands began trembling.

“Jungkook...please... I..”

He responded by reaching out and gripping me thighs.

“Look at me baby...!” He said sharply and I stared down at his sweat slicked face. His eyes flashed red for a second and then he tugged me down, till i was lying flat on his chest. His arms came around my waist, anchoring me in place.

“Gonna give it to you good. Just stay still yeah?” He breathed against my ear as i buried my face in the crook of his neck. And then he was rolling us both over, till I was flat on my back, his hand closing over my thigh, spreading my legs apart as he pistoned straight in.

We were both too far gone for any semblance of a rhythm and I stopped trying to move, merely wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging on as he fucked into me, so hard that I could feel him in my gut. I felt my hips ache from the sheer force of his thrusts, my thighs cramping from how wide he had me spread and my clit throbbing from the way his cock dragged across it with every thrust.

Pleasure swelled, again, this time stringer and I stopped fighting to make it happen, sinking back and letting it crash over me , like a wave breaking over the cliffs.

Jungkook groaned as I exploded around him, my walls clenching around his cock and milking him and he shuddered in my arms, his cock twitching inside me as he came, filling me up .

I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he trembled through the aftershocks. I felt my walls clenching, over and over again and Jungkook gave me a strangled moan.

“Too much...baby.. please stop... “ He begged and I froze, realizing that he was too sensitive and wanted to pull out.

“sorry...sorry... “ I willed my walls to stop clenching and he made a noise of sheer exhaustion as he pulled out of me.

I watched as he rolled off me, collapsing on his back, breathing hard.

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the wet mess of his cum, drip out of me and onto the sheets. I had the sudden made urge to stick my finger down there , scoop it up and taste it but I tamped it down.

“Well.” I began....

He turned to look at me.

I turned to him, still trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I grinned wide.

He groaned and ran a finger over his face.

“Congratulations, Princess.”

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Glamorous || Tom Holland

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Part Three

Summary → In this Princess Diana retelling, you are working in a nursery school as an aid in London, as well as a part time nanny. With slight aristocratic ties, you choose to live a more normal and mundane life. When the Prince of Wales comes to know you and bring you into the spotlight, everything changes. Truths coming too late, lies straining your relationship, and the impending future of the country falling on your shoulders. Is this really the stuff of which fairytales are made?

AN → I’ve been pretty MIA when it comes to writing, but here’s a very late part three :) Lightly inspired by the episode on Balmoral in the Crown, recommend a million times if you like my royalty series. Let me know to be added to the taglist!

Chapt. References → Barbecue Outfit, Dinner Dress

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Lady!Reader

Warnings → Angst, Slight Language, Implied Cheating, Infidelity

Word Count → 4.1k

May, 1981 - Off to Balmoral

When Tom called to ask you to stay with his family for the weekend in Scotland, you were pleasantly surprised to say the least. Since his polo match, you’d gone out four more times and did so graciously.

He’d told you to pack mostly outdoorsy clothes, but to remember formal attire for dinner with the King and Queen. It would be the first time meeting his parents, as well as his youngest brother. You’d already met Sam while at the polo match, and you and Tom had spent a weekend on Harry’s yacht earlier in the month.

It was nerve wracking, in all honesty.

Aunt Lenora mentioned that if you screwed up even once, they would immediately know that you were not to come back. They called it the Balmoral Test, and supposedly way back when Queen Nicola was only Nicola, and courting a young Prince Dominic—she passed the test before he proposed. This scared you just a tad, only because you weren’t sure how to pass or fail such an examination.

“I’ll phone you every day,” Tom whispered in a low and hushed tone. “Really, if mum would allow you to be here—”

“Please, sir,” Eleanor replied cheekily. “We both know that your mother will never allow me within a hundred yards of Balmoral Castle.”

It was true, the King and Queen had forbid Tom of asking a tainted and less suited Eleanor Capell to be his wife prior to her marriage. More pointedly, they’d told him if he was planning to continue their relationship—he best do it in private and away from the British tabloids. If not for the sake of the British monarchy, for the sake of her husband Joseph and two small children.

“So, you aren’t going to tell me more about this young dame?” She teased, knowing Tom could sense her smirk through the boxy blue telephone she was talking through at her kitchen table. “Quite young—much younger than me. She’s also very beautiful, I see the magazines agree with me as well.”

“You are also very beautiful, Ellie.”

Eleanor was as encapsulated by the young girl, feeling jealousy twinge within her every time the press would photograph the Prince and what everyone expected to be the Princess-To-Be. At the ripe age of twenty seven, she knew she would never compare to the teenage girl. She was even a few years Tom’s senior, an ongoing joke between the two of them. Though, when they met he was twenty and she was twenty four. Now, with a five month old daughter and a two year old daughter—many things had changed.

“Has she already made it to the castle?”

“A while ago, I was told. Father’s gone and planned a midday cookout, I’m sure she’s only fretting about that,” he responded. “She’ll get on fine, I’m sure.”

“You like her,” Eleanor placed immediately. “I’m picking up on that.”

Tom coughed awkward, toying with the spiraling cord of the telephone. She was right, Y/N was beautiful and warm and inviting. Most of all, she was good for him. Good for the Crown. And good for bringing home to meet mum and dad.

“She’s a child,” he sighed. “An eager and impressionable little girl with absolutely no idea what she’s getting herself into.”

Thankfully enough, the maid that had been assigned to help you get dressed and ready for the barbecue King Dominic was much enthused about knew exactly how to present you.

She sifted through your dresses and long skirts, boots and mucky trousers, jumpers and headscarves. Eventually, she handed over a pair of casual blue flares with a checkered blouse that screamed modern but modest. Terrified you would show up wearing the wrong thing, she explained what everyone else would be sporting for the picnic of sorts. The weather was nice, the sun was out but it wasn’t quite summer. The pants would help shield you entirely from the spring breeze.

A wave of relief passed over you when stepping into the driveway, you realized everyone wore something similar to you. The Queen had on a plaid dress and and white scarf to keep her hair from blowing. The King and Tom were dressed very similar: slacks and untucked button downs that were popped just far enough to show off the dip of their necks.

Immediately, you noticed the King and Queen in a bout of laughter. Approaching them with sweaty palms and rapid breaths, you sunk down into a curtsy for each of them. After addressing them accordingly, she smiled at you like Tom had finally given in or something.

Nearly forgetting, you turned and repeated this action for each of the boys who stood before you. It felt odd—curtsying to a sixteen year old boy whom you’d never met. Nonetheless, Sam had recommended sticking to the stiff protocol.

“Well aren’t you just a picture,” Queen Nicola said.

The King gave you a very warm and inviting smile. He looked a lot like his sons, you noticed this especially in person. Several Land Rovers were parked in front of you, all carrying things for the outing.

It was odd, they felt almost normal.

“Well, since that’s over!” An enthusiastic Prince Patrick exclaimed. “Can I please drive this time? I swear I’ll be so careful, mum!”

“Paddy,” she chuckled. “Last time you said that, you crashed into a tree that’s been on the property since the birth of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert’s firstborn.”

The domestic argument made you laugh, watching what appeared to be a young boy arguing with his mum about the simplest of things. Without thinking much, your gaze landed on Tom. He looked handsome, to say the least. You noticed that his white button down was opened just a bit more than his father’s now.

Shooting you a soft smile, you longed to know what he was thinking. Sam appeared at your side, raising his eyebrows and mouthing something you couldn’t quite catch.

“Thank you!” Patrick’s voice brought you back to reality. “Y/N, would you ride along with me? I know you’re here for my prat of a brother but Tom tells me that you have a passion for rock music as well?”

“I do, actually!” You said cheerily.

“But I thought you’d ride with me?” Sam fake pouted, “I was going to tell you just how much of an arse—”

“Alright, boys!” The Queen sounded with what you noticed as a bit of a chuckle. “Don’t go crowding the girl like a new toy. I’m sure Tom would appreciate if he could drive along with his guest.”

Tom had a blush covering his cheeks, as did Prince Patrick who you could tell had a bit of an infatuation with you. His pink cheeks at every smile you gave him was a dead giveaway.

“No, no,” Tom reassured. “How about I ride along with Harry, then Paddy and Sam can take Y/N and I’ll have to steal her on the way back.”

You figured Tom was the reasoner, he clearly had a deep knowledge of compromise. Everyone seemed thrilled with this, the King even mentioning something about beating Tom to come back up to the castle with you so that he could get to know you and your interests better.

Hopping into the Land Rover, scooting to the middle and letting the boys climb on either side of you. Letting out a shaky breath, you wondered how this was going so far. Sam seemed a bit queasy over Patrick’s driving skills as soon as he started the car.

You realized that the test had already begun.

Tom had informed you that the spot they chose to grill was on the many acres of property. It was apparently in a secluded area of trees at a nearby stream about ten minutes or so from Balmoral Castle.

“You’re already a knockout, Y/N,” Sam marveled. “Mum’s been wondering when he’d bring you around, and dad—well he seems to have taken a liking as well.”

“You live in London, don’t you?” Paddy asked.

“I do,” you answered. “In a flat with a few girlfriends. Nothing like all of this.”

Sam laughed, making a joke about getting your roommates telephone numbers. Paddy flustered easily, begging you not to call him sir or Patrick, especially not in the same sentence. He asked all about your favorite bands and musicians, bragging about his record collection back at Buckingham Palace.

After Paddy almost ran into three trees, all of which you helped him swerve in a fit of giggles and pressing laughter. Sam seemed content once the vehicle was parked and he was no longer risking Harry moving up in the line of succession; he claimed as he was born eleven minutes prior to his twin—it was his birthright to land second in line to the throne.

Stepping out of the car, you saw that everyone else had already arrived and soon began fixing everything up. Hazy grey smoke came from the grill, King Dominic preparing to barbecue for everyone. Queen Nicola had an assortment of things to place at the large picnic table, as well as the few picnic blankets scattered around.

Tom was speaking with Harry intently, stealing glances at you from over his shoulder. This made your cheeks warm, watching Sam and Paddy race to grab their fishing poles.

“Can I offer you some help, sir?” You called out to the King.

He gave an amused huff, smiling widely and wondering if you really knew anything about cooking on the grill. This only gave you more of a challenge. You were no chef, of course, but you knew the basics.

“I see you’ve already lit the coals,” you said, maneuvering your way beside him and watching a paternal smile spread across his face. “If you get all of the meat out, I’ll season the grates?”

“Fantastic!” He replied, handling all of the beef and chicken accordingly while he watched you.

The Queen only cast a few looks of pleasant surprise, watching her husband and beloved son’s girlfriend bond aimlessly over football teams and music that she had no clue about. Tom seemed to be doing the same thing, something in between a look of shock and anxiety passing his eyes.

He and Harry kicked around the football, Sam joining in and almost landing it in the water. You and Dominic flipped the foods crowding the grill as more and more time passed. You even showed the King a thing or two that Michael had taught you.

Once everyone had grabbed a plate, Nicola laying out all sorts of fruits and pastries on the table up for grabbing, you sat down on one of the shag blankets laid out in the grass. Before Sam, Harry, or Paddy got the chance of taking the spot beside you, Nicola gave a proper scolding and motioned Tom to sit with you.

“If I had to guess, I’d say you’re dad’s new favorite,” Tom chuckled as he sat beside you.

Out of earshot, but still able to turn and see that the rest of his family was speaking softly to each other at the picnic table. It was an odd thing, seeing such high and important figures being so casual.

“He’s entirely too kind, and I only assisted,” you smiled with a grin. “Besides, I’m just shocked that you’re all able to be so domestic out here.”

“Yes, well—a few times a year we like to just be…” he trailed off, you figured he was meaning to say normal. “It’s not often that I bring anyone around, no. Just my mate Harrison. Whom mum finds entirely too immature.”

This made you laugh, Tom holding back a smile as the infectious sound passed your lips. He liked the way you said his name, and your eyes that it seemed were impossible not to be enamored by. He thought your laugh was like whisky, something meant to be bottled up or else he’d become drunk off it. You had such dainty hands, such a childlike spark in your eyes still.

The way you looked at him almost, just almost left him guilty. Guilty of what you’d become if he truly went along with what he could only assume would be his family’s wishes. Only when he looked into you eyes, he felt he could forget about her. Then as soon as he looked away, he remembered. Ellie was his first love.

But god, he thought. How could anyone set eyes on you and not fall to their knees?

“Fancy catching a fish?” Harry yelled over to Y/N. “You can use my pole!”

This brought Tom back to his current state, realizing everyone had already finished and he’d hardly picked at his food. Y/N gave a warm smile and stood up, discarding her remaining food and joining the boys at the water to fish.

“She’s absolutely perfect,” Dominic told his son while he helped his wife tidy up. “Exactly what you need to get over this playboy phase. All I’m wondering is when you’re going to ask her—”

“Father!” Tom replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Sam said you’ve been going out a while. How long d’you plan on waiting?” He questioned. “I think she’s a sweet girl, a sweet girl who’d make a wonderful wife and mother.”

“We’ve only been out a handful of times, besides—I’m not sure it’s right, I’m not sure we’re right.”

As if disconcerted, Dominic stopped and placed a hand on his eldest son’s shoulder. Tom felt like his father saw this as more of a business deal, like he’d be marrying to tie off loose ends or something.

“Of course it’s right!” He laughed. “Who else would you want? That Capell girl? Tommy, she’s married with kids.”

“Excuse me if I’m not just jumping on the idea of making a life long commitment,” he huffed. “I’m having a walk.”

Nicola missed just about the whole conversation, only coming over when she heard her son say he was getting some air. She kissed both of his cheeks and smiled.

“Take her,” she whispered. “Poor girl, your brothers are absolutely insufferable.”

Tom didn’t argue, he rarely did with his mother. No, he sauntered over to you and collected himself before he laid a sweet hand on your shoulder and asked if you’d like to walk with him for a bit. Nodding excitedly, you gave Harry back his fishing pole and let Tom lead you down the trail by the sight you were previously at.

A silence fell over you both, walking a bit and leaving the view of his family. Only then did you feel his knuckles brush against your hand as you walked down the narrow dirt path. He was looking down, but you couldn’t help growing flustered at even the littlest bit of contact.

“Thank you for bringing me out to meet your family,” you finally said to fill the silence. “Sir.”

He laughed at the ultimately meaningless formality that you tacked on, assuming it was to get a chuckle out of him. It had become a sort of inside joke, realizing this when you kept up with the ma’am and sir while around his father.

“I’m quite pleased, I’ve had a wonderful few hours.”

As if your face couldn’t get any hotter, he let his fingers brush yours once again and this time he let himself hold your hand. It wasn’t a completely new thing for the both of you, but it felt more intimate now that nobody was around.

Leading you off the path, he brought you to the edge of the lake and looked out a minute before giving you a small smile. He was incredibly handsome and smart, his eyes did the speaking when he did not, and you felt yourself falling in love with him.

“Tom, I really—”

You were cut off mid sentence, feeling his lips that were insanely soft and gentle press against your own. It was quick and rushed, he pulled away and looked for any bit of reaction from you. Leaning into his chest, you placed your hands firmly and kissed him once more with more passion and affection than before.

It wasn’t your first kiss together, though it might as well have been. Before were sparse pecks on the lips, chaste and almost lacking emotion. This time was different, this time you tugged on his hair and he held your waist.

Eventually, you both pulled back and laughed. He agreed when you said it was probably best to head back and help get the cars situated. Only then did you really wish you knew what he was thinking.

Years later, you wondered if things would have gone on differently if you had been inside his head at that very moment. You walked away over the moon, feeling like a lovesick teenager who just couldn’t wait to spill all of the details once she got home to her best friends. Tom felt a pull at his navel, head swimming with thoughts of Eleanor Capell.

He knew that he loved Eleanor. But he also knew that he would never have her, not as his wife.

In late May of 1981, Lady Y/N Y/L/N walked away from what felt like her proper first kiss feeling like she was living in a fairytale where she would eventually get a happily ever after. Prince Thomas walked by her side, feeling as if he’d betrayed the woman he swore his heart and soul to. Though, he knew what he had to do if he planned to become the sovereign one day.

He would have to ask you to marry him.

The day following the barbecue, you were woken up at a prompt seven in the morning. You would have eaten alone, but Paddy came by your room to keep you company.

You and Tom spent hours horseback riding outside of the castle. Lunch was between you and his brothers, it was very casual. After that, you took a stroll in the garden and tried to shake the feeling that Tom was giving you. It was strange, but he was no longer afraid to actually kiss you.

As you were not even engaged, he reserved the long and passionate moments for when you’d been granted privacy. He gave you a tour, that seemed to let the time waste away into the afternoon. After a long day of riding, fishing, and spending any extra time in the presence of the King and Queen, you were exhausted.

Though, you were due to meet everyone in the dining room for a formal dinner.

Opting for a simple green dress, you didn’t want to go over the top. At the same time, you didn’t want to underdress. You were, however, assured that you looked fine and to just act normal and respectful as you had been earlier.

Tom did not escort you to dinner, but when you came down the stone steps and made at least ten wrong turns, you found the entrance into the dining room. All of the boys were dressed nicely, waiting for their mother and father at the far end of the dining room.

Once they did come in, looking a lot less normal than they had while eating barbecue, you curtsied and watched as all of their sons bowed. They did it plenty more casually than you, Tom seeming a bit stressed when everyone sat down and began to indulge in conversation.

Everyone seemed to ask you all of the questions, whether that be about your work or siblings or friends. The food was excellent, only for you to be left a bit disappointed that it was still customary to finish your meal the second the King was done.

Everyone moved into the parlor, sitting around the fireplace and carrying out a game of charades that you effortlessly won. Even Tom had broken out of his odd mood a few times to laugh as you jumped around. It was good fun, everyone laughing and trying to figure out each other’s wordless motions.

After everyone had retired to their rooms, you stared mindlessly at the ceiling above you. Warmth filled you, falling asleep with a smile across your lips and a girlish warmth to your cheeks.

Early Monday morning, you and Tom stood only a foot away from each other as he saw you off. The sleek black vehicle was parked behind you, waiting to bring you to the train you’d take from Scotland.

He leaned over and pressed a warm kiss to your cheek, only to pull away a centimeter and bring his lips down for a short lived, feverish kiss that left you touching your lips the whole way home. He breathed deeply, you smiled at him and wished you didn’t have to go.

“I’ll call you,” he promised. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you whisper and leaned up to steal one more kiss.

It was so quick he wasn’t even sure it happened, watching you open the door to the vehicle and nearly step in. Only did you look back with a playful smirk, one that left him blushing.

“Sir,” you pretended to tip a nonexistent hat, getting into the car and shutting the door before the driver drove off.

Tom felt like he could die right there, knowing his family was waiting for him in the same parlor they’d all occupied last night. Except this was for a different reason, this was for them to pass or fail you.

He already knew what the result would be.

Stepping back into the castle, he walked thoughtlessly through the ancient halls and met his family in the cozy sitting room. The atmosphere was anything but tense, no—they were all gushing over you.

“I, for one, could not have picked a better match for you myself,” Dominic confessed. “I think you already know where I stand. I’m tired of this rebellious bachelor act that you’ve got going for you.”

Everyone wordlessly agreed, his father’s statement was followed by the rest of them:

“Darling, your father is right. I know that it’s been hard for you—but consider yourself lucky that you’ve found a girl you get on with so well,” Nicola said.

“Tommy, she’s great. If you won’t marry her, I suppose I will,” Sam teased, earning a scolding from his mother.

“I thought we all got on with her well. She’s a bit uninformed, but she’s young. I suppose she could learn,” Harry added.

“Don’t be daft, Tommy. You’ve got to be mad to pass up a girl like her,” was all Paddy said.

Tom made the trek back up to his drawing room, located beside his bedroom. It was a short walk that seemed to feel like forever. His father was expecting him to propose, as was his mother.

He’d heard a thousand times why he should do it, but not once was he asked if there were any reasons he shouldn’t. He could think of one.

One that changed everything.

“Hello,” Eleanor answered through the telephone.

“Ellie,” Tom smiled grimly.

She could always sense if something was off, so the silence on the line only confirmed it. He felt so defeated, recounting every last minute of the past two days to his lover and confidant. She stayed quiet for the most part, shocked shaky breaths escaping her a few times.

“They adore her, it seems,” she murmured. “I couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t. And the press caught photos of you both together, they’re all over the papers.”

He hadn’t been informed of that. It wasn’t uncommon for them to skulk around Balmoral, but now he knew the whole world was waiting for the same thing as his parents. A Princess of Wales.

“Ellie, they want me to marry her,” he finally told her. “All of them.”

“And you?”

Tom suddenly thought of all of the time he’d spent with you. He turned it all over in his head, thought by thought. Why did everything have to be so goddamn difficult, he cursed himself.

“Eleanor, I love you—”

“But you have to marry her,” she finished.

“Yes, I have to marry her.”

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Dean died at the ripe old age of 85.

In his lucid moments during the days leading up to his passing, in which Dean was just as sharp and as bright as he was fifty years ago, he remarked that people must think he’d robbed the cradle with a “hot piece” such as Castiel hanging around him.

“You don’t mind that I’m a wrinkly, senile, crotchety old bastard?” Dean had asked, more than once, but he had always said it with a smile. And Castiel would smile back, replying with the same answer the answer many times, in many ways:

“You’re not senile.”

“Old, but not a bastard.”

“I thought I was the crotchety one.”

“I don’t mind.”

Then Dean would smile, and it would light up the room, and Castiel would wonder again how he came to deserve the focus, let alone the affection, of such a man.

“It’s not about deserving, Cas,” Dean had said, half-whispered in the middle of the night a few short months after they had begun to share the bed they laid in. “It’s… fuck, well I don’t know what it’s about. But people don’t get what they deserve, not most of the time.”

Castiel frowned, furrowing his brows. “They should,” he grumbled.

“Well if people got what they deserved, they’d… I don’t know, Sam would’ve actually become a lawyer, stayed in school. Jo, Ellen, Bobby, they’d all still be here. I’d get mauled by a werewolf or something, go out with a bang, and Baby,” Dean said sternly, as though chastising the universe itself for such an injustice, “Would never get so much as a scratch on her.”

“You think that’s what you deserve?” Castiel’s voice was soft, not wanting to disturb the still of the night, but steely as he considered even the possibility of Dean’s violent end.

Dean registered that, swallowing, “I don’t know. I guess I just never thought I’d even make it this far. Hunters have the shortest lifespans of any human subspecies,” Dean cracked a smile, but his heart wasn’t in the joke. Castiel knew Dean was doing the math in his head. He knew Dean was mentally recalling how long it had been since Bobby left for heaven. Tallying up the number of people who were gone because of self-sacrifice, mistakes, pure dumb luck. Counting exactly how many years he had outlived his own mother.

Castiel had wrapped his arms around Dean then, embracing him, surrounding him, and they curled into each other completely. Burying himself in Castiel’s neck, Dean had never felt so close to him, and yet so far away. “You don’t have to follow the same patterns if you don’t want to, Dean,” Castiel stated, as if it were that easy. “Do you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Get mauled by a werewolf?”

Dean sniffed in laughter, and that was answer enough.

Castiel found himself stroking Dean’s hair, an action he felt suited him. He thought for a moment in the stillness and in the space between their breaths. “Maybe it’s idealistic of me, but I still think people should get what they deserve. Even- no, especially you.”

Dean took his time answering, opening his mouth several times before actually saying, “Sometimes I don’t think I know what I deserve.”

“I guess we’ll just have to figure that out together then. We have time,” Castiel kissed Dean’s forehead and he sighed at the touch. “We have plenty of time. Heaven will wait for you, no matter how long.”

Dean looked up at him then with a pout, “You sound pretty confident in that statement for a dude who hasn’t shown up to heavenly chorus practice in a few years.”

Castiel smiled, “I’d rather be here with you. Always have.”

The man blushed. “Well, if I go… I mean, wherever I go… Where will you end up?”

“I could go with you.”

“Where?”

Castiel closed the distance between them fully, thumbing across Dean’s cheek as they kissed. “Anywhere. If you want me there, I will be there, whether it’s here or heaven. I’ll be there.”

“For how long?”

“For however long you want me to be.”

Dean kissed back, his fingers tangling in Castiel’s hair. “Yeah. Okay.”

Sam went not long after Dean. It wasn’t a surprise; it was his time as well. His children were grown, his grandchildren almost grown, Castiel knew they’d miss him but that they’d be all right. And they knew to call on “Uncle Cas” if they weren’t, even the little ones who didn’t understand exactly how they were related, or why Great Uncle Dean's husband was only about as old as their parents.

“I mean I love the little gremlins,” Dean had said, cracking open a beer after a long few days of babysitting Sam and Eileen's girls while the expecting parents were in the hospital. He was exhausted, they both were, but beaming from meeting the newest member of the Winchester clan: a healthy baby boy named Robert. “But have you seen Sam’s house? Goddamn mess in there.”

“You… don’t want to have some of your own?” Castiel had asked carefully, taking the beer Dean held out for him.

“You’re making them sound like trading cards. I don’t know, I- I guess I never thought too hard about it.” Castiel could tell this was a lie by the way Dean didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Wouldn’t know what to do with a kid if I had one.”

“Do you think you’d be a good father?”

Castiel had met John Winchester, in Hell. Well, he hadn’t exactly met him. He had really only passed by John’s cell, stole a glance at the infamous hunter on his way to retrieve Dean’s soul. He’d never told Dean what he saw, they were not close enough at the time. He wasn’t sure if Dean would even want to know. Castiel had almost spoken about it many times, but whenever Dean talked about John, “Dad,” a look crossed over his face, sometimes for only a second. A furrowing of brows, a tight smile, a quick transition to happier subjects.

The same look crossed over Dean’s face as soon as Castiel had asked the question.

“Wow. Um, loaded question there, Cas.”

He waited for Dean to meet his eyes before continuing, “I think you would be.”

“Do- wait,” Dean shook his head, trying to understand where Castiel was going with all of this, “Do you want kids?”

“I want you to live a normal life, Dean. I want to be able to give you what you want.”

“Okay, lots of stuff to unpack here. First of all, a normal life isn’t and never was an option,” Dean leaned back against the counter, “I think we can agree on that. Second of all, you didn’t answer my question.”

“...And third of all?” Castiel prompted.

“No, second of all first. Do you want kids?”

Castiel sighed, taking a swig of his beer, considering his words. “I’m an angel, Dean-”

“Is that so!” Dean raised his eyebrows, then squinted as if in deep thought, “Weird, somehow I never noticed.”

That deserved a well-placed eyeroll, but Castiel still had a point to make. “We don’t- I’m just trying to…” he set his beer down. “I don’t know. But that doesn’t matter, what matters is that I would love and care for a child, if it were ours. If we decided that was something we wanted, I would be so happy to raise them, with you. I’d be terrified,” Castiel admitted, “At the enormous and important responsibility, but I would love doing it, if… if it was with you. I just want you to know that, I guess,” Castiel shrugged, “I don’t want you to think it’s not an option for us, if you want it to be.”

“Okay…” Dean was thinking, swirling the beer around his glass. He pointed the mouth at Castiel, “You’re still avoiding my question,” Castiel really rolled his eyes this time, “But I don’t really think it’s for me, all that white picket fence stuff. If you really wanted a kid, I would definitely hit the library and read all those, I don’t know, fucking parenting guides, and take the Mommy and Me classes, whatever. And I think you’d be a good father, better than me, I’d just let them eat gummy worms and shoot slingshots.”

“Children love gummy worms. They listen and will behave better when offered gummy worms,” Castiel knew this for a fact from very recent personal experience, “I don’t see how gummy worms could pose an issue. Slingshots, however-”

“Okay so maybe I’m overestimating your abilities a little,” Dean held up a hand, “But still, I… I like this,” he gestured to the space between them and around them, “I like us. I like waking up to a clean kitchen and sleeping in on weekends. I like not having to ask more than one person whether or not I can take a drive by myself or crank my music really loud at midnight. And I fucking hate Paw Patrol.”

Castiel smiled.

“Sam and Eileen always need babysitters. That’s good enough for me right now.”

“You’ll tell me though, if this is something you really want,” Castiel insisted, “If you think about it and decide something else.”

“Sure.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, fine, I promise,” Dean took a step forward and leaned in for a kiss then. Castiel could taste the beer on Dean’s tongue and sighed. Dean smiled against Castiel’s lips, lowering his voice to a comical level, “We could, uh, you know, try and make some babies,” Dean waggled his eyebrows and Castiel pushed Dean’s laughing face away, but grabbed his hand, turning towards their room.

They hadn’t spoken about it again, not seriously anyway. They got a dog. Dean opened a vintage car garage. Castiel learned how to bake. They took long road trips to the beaches in California, wandered through roadside attractions like Carhenge in Nebraska and Cadillac Ranch in Texas. They bought decidedly way too much merchandise at Oklahoma’s National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. And maybe they killed the occasional vampire, the wayward poltergeist, but the occasions became less and less. There were younger, more spry hunters on the road now, always welcome at the bunker to look through their library or ask advice on a particularly troublesome spirit. Sam even coerced Dean into holding what became a yearly “conference,” “What are we, a tech startup?” for the next generation of hunters to learn from the legendary brothers.

So maybe they spent more time at home than on the road, but home suited them. Routine suited them like Castiel never could have predicted it would. It wasn’t a white picket fence, but it wasn’t a lonely highway either. Dean would joke about how “boring” they’d become, but Castiel reveled in the repetition. The three hundredth time Dean brought Castiel coffee in bed was just as lovely as the third. The five hundredth time Castiel cooked dinner passed without fanfare, though Dean hugging him from behind, chin hooked over Castiel’s shoulder as he whisked, felt like fanfare enough. The one thousandth kiss they shared was in their bed, lazily breathing each other in as the first beams of sunlight shone through the window after a week of straight rain. Home, a thing he and Dean had never known in their youth, held the majority of their most precious, most banal memories. But still, Castiel always looked forward to those moments speeding down a desert highway when Dean would reach for his hand, turn his head to meet Castiel’s eyes, and smile.

Time took its time with them.

It seemed the opposite with Sam’s children, who grew up faster than Castiel could keep track of. And as they grew from waddling toddlers to full-fledged human beings, Castiel was fascinated, enamored, but Dean was simply proud. He attended their tournaments, their decathlons. He went to their graduations, weddings, barbecues, and Castiel went with him. They took the kids to concerts and movies, parks and shooting ranges, and Castiel never got tired of the smile on Dean’s face when they threw their small arms around Dean’s neck and called him their “Cool Uncle.” “Hear that, Cas? That means you’re the No Fun Uncle. The No-Funcle.”

And as the crowned Cool Uncle, he teased Sam mercilessly about his minivan and his “#1 Dad” mugs, but Castiel knew how proud Dean was of him too. How glad he was that Sam got the future he wanted, and how grateful he was that that future included him.

The brothers still fought. They still bickered, pranked, and glowered. Sam complained that Dean let his kids use power tools too young when they visited, and Dean complained that Sam’s kids were too old to have never heard “Stairway to Heaven.” The usual, the routine, many times over. But they never lied to each other, at least not about the important things, not anymore. And Castiel was welcome in Sam and Eileen’s house and lives, an honor he felt he didn’t deserve, but as Dean said, maybe it wasn’t about deserving.

It was Eileen who noticed Castiel first as he entered the hospital room the day he'd been informed that Sam Winchester was finally coming home. He didn't have to tell Eileen; she saw it on Castiel's face. They’d already spoken, he’d prepared her for the eventuality a few days prior. Eileen smiled, looking back at her husband, teasing him lightly, but Castiel knew she was holding back on her usual snark because Sam looked, well, tired. Turning away from Sam, Eileen signed, “Are you here for him?”

Castiel shook his head. “No, but someone will be here soon.”

“You mean they haven’t given you reaper duty yet?” Sam joked from his horizontal position, speaking and signing with his usual quick wit, but not with his usual articulation. Castiel had seen him argue with Dean for fifty years like it was his job, he was accustomed to the precision with which Sam had always wielded his words. Not today.

“I don’t think I’d be very good at it,” Castiel stepped closer so that Sam wouldn’t have to crane his head, “I’m not very persuasive.”

“No kidding,” Sam shakily clasped Castiel’s hand and grinned. “I’m surprised Dean even went with you.”

“It took less persuading than you’d think.”

“How is he?” Eileen asked, but she was smiling, so she knew the answer.

“He’s good,” Castiel smiled back, “Getting what he deserves.”

Sam smirked, but his head sunk back into his pillow as if relieved. “And I bet he’s complaining about it non-stop. Asshole never knew how to take a vacation.”

“Neither do you,” Eileen levelled her husband with a fond look.

“We’ve taken vacations!”

“You always wanted to go somewhere exotic and then you’d just end up in the library. Remember Berlin?”

“They had… well I wasn’t going to find those editions in America, and-”

Sam and Eileen bickered for a bit, and Castiel did end up backing Eileen’s points more often than not, so eventually Sam recognized that he was outnumbered on this particular case.

Castiel bid his goodbyes just in time as the nurse entered the room to check Sam’s vitals. Her tone was cheerful, but Castiel could tell that she too knew what was coming.

“Well… I’ll see you soon, buddy, huh?” Sam smiled at Castiel as confidently as he could muster for Eileen’s sake, but Castiel knew behind those laugh lines Sam wasn’t so sure of himself. Castiel supposed that worry wasn’t to be unexpected from a chosen one of Hell, Lucifer's vessel, the boy Castiel had once called an “abomination.”

But Castiel smiled, giving Sam’s shoulder one last firm squeeze. “You will.”

When Dean died, at the ripe old age of 85, he knew what to expect.

He’d visited heaven before. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Not an exciting place, but exciting wasn’t necessarily good. Hell had been exciting, and he was in no hurry to return there. Purgatory had been exciting in a different way, years later he swore the stench still lingered on his skin. Sometimes, when he would lose himself in his “senior moments,” he thought he was back in that bloody in between. Or back in hell. Or had gone to heaven. “Times and places are difficult to navigate when your brain’s turning into gummy worms,” he told Cas once. He didn’t remember saying this a few hours later, but that didn’t make it any less true.

His brain was sure full of them gummy worms now as he clung to his body and to his life. He wasn’t completely sure where he was. Bobby’s? The bunker? His childhood home? Sammy had come to see him earlier, at least the kid had looked like Sammy… No, fuck, that was his grand-nephew, Cas had reminded him of that. Sam, his brother Sam, was in the next room. That's right, he’d told the asshole to give him some space, stop smothering him. He sort of wished he was here now though. And Cas, Cas was here, he knew that, but only because the angel was right in front of him. Cas, his friend, was holding Dean’s hand, talking about what their grand-nieces and nephews were doing in school. Dean could swear he already knew these things, but they still sounded new when Cas said them.

Dean looked over at him, and Cas was smiling.

He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. Cas helped him swallow some cool water. Dean cleared his throat, “Bet you’ve been waiting for this for a while.”

Castiel cocked his head, the smile fading. Fifty some odd years and he still had that same confused look. “Waiting for what?”

“Me to beef it, finally. I know this hasn’t been easy, watching me… seeing me like…” Dean took a shallow breath. “No matter where I go next, at least I won’t be a senile senior citizen.”

“Dean,” Cas said, rubbing the back of Dean’s liver spot-covered hand, “Please listen to me very carefully.”

“Got my hearing aids in, go ahead,” Dean joked.

Cas smiled softly again. “It has been the greatest privilege of my life, my existence, to watch you grow old. I feel honored that you allowed me to experience that. Time’s different for me too,” Cas kissed Dean’s hand, “Space and time were never precious to me, not in the stretch of infinity. Not until you. Not until I was able to see you live your life and live it well.”

Tears welled in the corners of Dean’s eyes. He furiously tried to blink them away, but Cas was already there, dabbing carefully with a handkerchief. “I’m… I’m scared, Cas. I know I shouldn’t be, I’ve seen it all. I’ve beefed it a few times already. But maybe that’s why I’m scared? Because… I know what comes next. What could come next. And this is it, right? No more resets?”

Cas nodded.

Dean took a deep, shuddering breath. “If I don’t end up in heaven-”

“You will.”

“If I don’t, that’s fine, maybe it’s what I deserve, and that’s fair. But… will I see you again?”

“Dean,” Cas said sadly, but with his trademarked firmness, “You are going to paradise. And if for some reason, a completely incorrect and insane reason, you don’t? I dragged your soul out of the flames once, I will do it again. I would do it as many times as I needed to.”

Dean shook his head slightly, “Not fair.”

“It’s not about fair. It’s about the truth. Whether you believe it or not, ET goes home.”

Dean chuckled weakly. He was tired. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted to let go so badly.

He felt the bed move as Cas climbed under the covers with him. The angel curled around him, enveloping him. Dean could swear he felt the brush of feathers cradling him and pulling him closer, but he couldn’t muster the ability to reach for them, stroke them like he used to. “Sleep, Dean. I’ll be here when you wake up. Wherever, whenever here is. That’s where I’ll be. Wherever you go, I’ll go with you.”

“Swear?”

Castiel kissed his forehead. “I swear.”

Dean opened his eyes.

The phrase, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore” popped into his head, but he suspected, greatly, that he was, in fact, in Kansas. The blowing fields of wheat tipped him off to that.

No, wait. That wasn’t a field, it was a… sandy beach. It looked kind of like that beach he and Cas had stumbled upon driving down the Pacific Coast Highway, what was it called? The one where they’d had to hike down from the lookout point? The one where after they’d trudged back up the trail, they’d sat in the car and looked out over the sea as the sun set? The one where Castiel had smiled at him and the light glinted in his blue eyes and Dean had kissed Cas for the first time ever because he just couldn’t stop himself?

Muir Beach, Dean remembered, blushing at the memory.

But just as soon as he’d reached the end of that thought, it wasn’t the ocean anymore. It was a lake. On the lake was a pier. He’d seen that pier before, couldn’t remember exactly where though.

Then without warning, but without alarm, Dean saw someone standing on the end of the dock. A young man with light brown hair and a sweet smile Dean would recognize anywhere.

Jack waved, walking up casually, “Hey, Dean.”

Dean grinned and pulled him into a solid hug. “Jack. I missed you buddy, how have you been? Where, uh… are we in…”

Jack chucked, “I think you know where we are.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know know, this could… I could be dreaming or some shit, and I guess even in a dream you could say whatever I wanted you to say, so-”

“Dean,” Jack stopped him, “This is heaven. You are in heaven.”

A relieved but small smile spread over Dean’s face. “Cool…”

“I’m not usually here to meet people who pass on, but we weren’t going to miss your arrival.”

“We?”

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean turned around. There was Cas, beaming at him.

“Cas…” Dean reached to embrace him too, only now noticing that the hands that reached out were not as wrinkled as they’d been when he last saw them. He hugged Cas tightly, relieved more than he wanted to admit. “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Cas’s hand went to Dean’s cheek, holding him in a kiss. They separated, foreheads resting against each other. Cas’s eyes twinkled, “We had an appointment.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean took a step back, seeing Jack grinning out of the corner of his eye. “Is, uh… is anyone else coming? Or is this the welcoming party?”

“They’re all waiting for you,” Cas put his hand down, and as he did, it was stopped mid-air, as if resting on something solid. Dean blinked, and there was Baby, new as the day she was made, parked on a long, long road that stretched far out of sight. “Any time you’re ready,” Cas tossed something in Dean’s direction, “we can go.”

Dean caught the keys on instinct, they jingled on the simple ring.

Any time you’re ready, we can go.

He twirled them around the end of his finger a couple times, a thought itching at his brain. Or a couple dozen thoughts.

Cas gave him a look, then turned to Jack, “Could you give us a moment?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get everything ready,” Jack blipped out.

“Get what ready?” Dean asked.

“Dean,” he turned around to face Cas whose brows were knit in worry, bright blue eyes narrowed, “Are you okay?” Dean realized he hadn’t seen Cas clearly for a few years, not since before the cataracts. He’d never gotten completely used to that piercing gaze.

Dean blinked. “Yeah, I… I just… I’m here. Really here.”

“Yes, Dean.”

“And… you’re here.”

Cas gave him that look like he was being patient on purpose, “Yes, Dean.”

“And… fuck,” Dean stood at sudden attention, “I left Sam down there, is he okay?”

Catching Dean's hands in his own, Cas rubbed comforting circles into Dean's skin. "Sam is fine. He was there when you left. That's why I was a little late, Eileen had only just gotten home and I didn't want to leave before she could be there beside him.

"Okay," Dean took a deep breath, concentrating on the physical contact, grounding himself in Cas’s movements, "Okay. I mean I know he's gonna be fine, he was always fine without me," Dean said, almost to himself.

"And you'll see him soon."

The abrupt return of Dean’s panicked look made Cas smile a little, shake his head, "Not that soon, Dean. Don't worry."

"Right. Of course, yeah,” Dean looked around, down the road, the back to his car, out past the waving grain that had returned inexplicably. “Well,” Dean flashed what he thought was a very convincing smile, letting Cas’s hands go as he tossed the keys once and caught them, heading towards the car, “Time to hit the road, huh?”

"Wait,” the suspicious squint was back as Cas caught Dean’s arm, “Something else is bothering you."

Dean turned around, and the ocean was back. The ocean he’d taken a trip to see, had selfishly insisted Cas come along for the ride for.

He sighed. "I just…” Dean ran a hand through his hair, “I don't know, I guess it just don't sit right that I’m… I'm gonna see Mom and Bobby and Jo and Charlie and… everyone. How am I going to look them in the face and not feel guilty that I got decades that they’ll never have? And what did I do with that time, sit on my ass? Judge local car shows? Go to freaking baseball games?"

Cas nodded slowly, simply listening. He then hopped up and sat on the hood of the Impala, shoes and all. Dean shot him an offended look.

“She’s a memory of a car, Dean,” Cas rolled his eyes, “She isn’t going to dent.” He patted the spot next to him.

Dean hesitated, but under Cas’s stare, relented. When he was settled, Castiel laced their fingers together.

“I’ve been trying to convince you for all the time I’ve known you that you’re worthy. That you deserved to be saved. That you deserved to rest.” Cas looked down at their entwined hands, “I don’t think I ever really succeeded.”

“Sorry,” Dean muttered.

“You don’t have to apologize. I know you’ve been doing a thankless job ever since you carried Sam out of your burning home. Shit, even before that,” Dean cocked his head, Cas hardly ever cursed, “you were always trying to be the hero for your mother. Some people are at fault for that,” Cas’s eyebrows furrowed briefly, “but it’s human nature to be hard on ourselves and praiseworthy of others. You, in your limited experience, could not possibly know all of the things that you’ve done that have made a difference. But we’re-”

Jack suddenly blipped into existence, giving Castiel two big thumbs up, then blipped out again.

Dean turned, looking from the space Jack had stood back to Cas then back again, “What-”

Cas shook his head with a smile, “I could never tell you exactly what you’ve meant to the world. But we had a, uh, few volunteers that wanted to show you.”

“Cas, could you quit monologuing for a second and-”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw movement. The endless sea became endless plains which became endless trees, the landscape changing at a rapid rate.

Dean looked back to Cas in confusion, but he didn’t look alarmed. He gave Dean a timid smile, kissed him behind his ear, and whispered, “Just watch.”

Dean watched. For a moment, the scenery couldn’t seem to decide what it wanted to be. Then, it decided not to decide. Grains of sand took the form of towering trees, a picnic table, a bench. Green lake water formed the shape of a small boy, hunched over and scribbling on the table. Lastly the wheat twirled and spun and became an all-too-familiar-looking young man wearing a jacket too big for his frame, walking over to the bench and sitting down across from the kid.

Lucas. The name came to Dean from deep in his memory, he was that quiet kid who drew Dean pictures of the ghost in the lake. The grain animated Dean’s smile as he talked, the figure of Lucas showed Dean his sketches. Their forms dissolved as the scene changed and Dean's form was pulling Lucas out of the water, the sheriff having paid his due.

The figure of Dean left, but Lucas stayed and was joined by his mother, Dean remembered her too. They embraced, and the figure of Lucas grew, changed into a young man, a husband, a father. Soon a half dozen figures were standing there, waving to Dean, and then they disappeared, melting back into water. Lucas was the last to go as he was the first to arrive. He signed a phrase to Dean, and Dean knew the words: Thank you, Dean Winchester.

Then the sand reformed into a schoolgirl, the shapes in the green water plaguing her with images of mirrors and Bloody Marys until Dean stepped in front of her, holding a mirror of grain in front of the cruel, refracted specter. It dissolved, and Dean’s form bade goodbye, but the girl remained. She grew too just like the boy did, becoming a professor, graduating with honors, writing dozens of books, and changing dozens of lives. She smiled, and waved, and dissolved as well.

The shapeshifters appeared next, the sand in the form of Sam’s friend Zach, his sister Becky, and even Dean’s false shifter form, but the true form in the too-large jacket blew them all away, leaving Becky waving goodbye. She too welcomed a family that appeared by her side, and they all looked so happy and grateful to have each other.

Again and again the scenes changed. Green waters showed the cities he had passed through, the homes that were kept from destruction, entire communities that were healed. The water formed and reformed into smiling faces and waving hands. Some of the people, Dean had known on Earth. Many of the places, Dean had remembered driving through. Most of the people and places, however, were foreign to Dean. He lost count of the number of strangers who appeared, the cities he’d never been to. He struggled to keep track as they cycled faster and faster, as numerous as the grains of sand and droplets of water they were made of. It seemed that a whole generation of people, all over the world, would-be victims of an apocalypse they never even knew was happening, knew him. Through words and cheers and song, they retold the tales of Dean and Sam Winchester, the tales they had only learned once they had passed on.

Throughout all of this, Cas pressed his shoulder to Dean’s, his presence grounding but not distracting. Dean’s grip on Cas’s hand grew tighter and tighter. Cas did not let go.

Eventually, the images and figures departed. The sand blew away, the waters swirled and dispersed, and the landscape made its final decision. Only a simple field of golden wheat remained, waving and rippling in the wind.

Only in that newfound silence did Dean notice he was crying. He shook his head, wiping the tears away furiously.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, and Dean turned to face him, vision blurred, Cas looking at him pleadingly. “You sacrificed so much for so many for so long. You don’t have to be strong right now. You don’t have to be strong ever again if you don’t want to. You have done enough.”

Castiel wiped an errant tear from Dean’s cheek, holding his face between his hands firmly, tenderly.

“You are, and always were, enough. Your job is done. Let. Go.”

Dean did.

Cas silently pulled Dean into his shoulder as he sobbed. Dean didn’t even know why he was crying, didn’t know what for. Maybe he was happy. Maybe he was grieving. Maybe he just felt… relief. He wasn’t sure the last time he felt such relief. He wasn’t sure he ever had truly felt it.

After some time, longer than he’d like to admit, Dean sniffed, wiped one hand over his face, and raised his head. Cas was waiting for him, looking at him with care. With love.

“I, uh… I don’t gotta sign any autographs, do I?”

Cas smiled, and pulled Dean in for a kiss. They stayed like that for a bit on the hood of the car, feeling the breeze, breathing in the fresh air. Dean thought he could hear music coming from somewhere, realizing that it was the car’s radio playing softly from the cab. He knew that any time he wanted, he could hop down from the hood of his car, slide into the driver’s seat with the love of his life on the passenger’s side, and carry on his wayward way. Down the road, through the endless fields, towards the ones he had loved and lost. But not yet, not quite yet, because he had time. Maybe in the end, time was all he had ever really wanted, even if he could never allow himself to ask for it.

Infinity stretched out in front of him like the fields of grain. It wasn’t an exciting infinity, but it was his. It was a long road, a family that waited for him, a shoulder to lean on. It was, at long last, a place to lay his weary head to rest.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fix it #destiel fic #like fields of grain #this is on ao3 but i know if I post an external link tumblr will nuke it so #if you can't tell #I'm taking canon hostage and forcing it to pay reparations

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Panic

Request: I really wanna be friends with you but I’m too shy 🙈But I got a request for a stiles x reader where they’ve been friends for super long but then the reader has to leave. Later the reader comes back to beacon hills and her introduction to the pack is literally her helping stiles calm down from a panic attack?I don’t know it sounds ok in my head if it’s too difficult it’s okay just sorry for bothering you. -Anon

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a/n: hi lovelies, im not in the best place right now but i felt really bad for not uploading. this isnt good but here it is. also whoever requested this, don’t feel shy i love talking to people! have a good day everyone, ill edit and update it soon xx

As for now, I’m thinking people can request headcanons and blurbs that i can write quicker, because trying to articulate words right now is really draining for me. I’m so sorry :(

You guys met when you were four. When Stiles, still as crazy as he is now, was running about the playground flailing his arms like a mad man with an asthmatic Scott trying not to have an asthma attack whilst he chased him.

Yet, in his haste of trying his best to get away from him asthmatic friend, his flailing arms slapped a little girl in the face, you. He stopped almost immediately, stuttering, a blush rising to his cheeks when he stared at you. Grasping your cheek, you twirled around with hair wild as you stared at the boy with anger on your face.

Your four year old self thought he did it on purpose, so you did the only thing you thought was necessary. You slapped him across the face too. You remembered the way he clasped his cheek, letting out a small ‘ow’ yet along with yourself, he thought that he deserved it too. You also remembered the way that both of your moms ran over to the two of you, pulling you away from the other children and starting scolding you both.

You stood there, yellow sundress on with your head held low with Stiles beside you, scolding you for hitting someone whilst Claudia scolded Stiles for now watching where he was going and being careless.

“Now, you better apologize to Stiles for hitting him, y/n! I mean it!” Your mother continued to scold before you turned around with a huff, eyes looking down at the small hazel eyes of the boy.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered sadly. Maybe it was your mother’s scolding but you did feel bad for the boy, you should have never hit him in the first place, “I shouldn’t have hit you.”

“It’s okay, sorry for hitting you first,” Stiles replied, sending you a grin despite the red mark forming on his face. It wasn’t long before he stepped forward, wrapping you in a hug, chubby arms surrounding your figure. He pulled away quickly, making the hug quick as he began to spoke, “Me and my friend Scott were playing tag, wanna join?”

Sending him a smile, you nodded your head before he grabbed your hand, pulling him over to his friend Scott, and that was where your friendship began.

. . .

It was crazy how close the two of you became, through thick and thin with one another. You guys were attached at the hip, hardly ever seen without one another, even by each other’s parents. You were there through everything with Stiles, when Claudia died, through his nightmares about that, his panic attacks, everything.

In fact, you were the only one that knew how to properly calm Stiles down from a panic attack and learned how to do it at the ripe age of eleven. All he had to do was breathe in your scent, a scent he was comfortable and familiar with, someone that he loved to remind him that you were still here and always would be. That’s what you told him; that you would always be there.

But it was a lie.

Your dad got another job, and you guys had to move away. His mother was gone, and now you were too; it broke him. There was never a day that went past where Stiles didn’t remember you and miss you, even though you guys didn’t talk anymore. You guys lead very different lives now, Stiles fighting supernatural creatures and you doing whatever you were doing.

Stuff, albeit hard, seemed to be going well for Stiles. That was, until the nightmares came back, the panic attacks. Yet, this time you weren’t there to soothe him. Even though he was in his late teens now, he didn’t know just how much he needed you. Sure, the pack were like his family but they didn’t know how to comfort him, not even Scott, and that was clear when he had a panic attack in the hospital.

His vision became blurry, mind screaming at him and throat constricting. The all too awful familiar feeling had returned, and Stiles wanted to scream, but he couldn’t because he was too busy trying not to pass out. His body dropped to the floor, trying to steady himself against the walls of the hospital as the pack watched him go down. His fingers clawed at his head as if pulling on the strands was going to be able to get him to breathe.

An overwhelming buzzing noise filled his ears, one that made him feel like he was going crazy, he needed to hear something else, something that would push him back into reality.

“Stiles? Oh god, breathe with me,” He barely felt the hand that cupped his cheek, but he heard that voice. Your voice.

You couldn’t be here, you weren’t. You had been gone for three years. It only panicked him further. He tried to breathe, to speak, to question if it was really you but all it made him do was struggle even more.

“I’m here Sti, I’m here,” With the hand that cupped his cheek, you pushed his face up slightly to meet your eyes. Stiles could barely see, vision blurry with disgarded tears that fogged his eyes up but he remembered those eyes. Your e/c eyes staring right back at him.

You were right there with him again, where you belonged.

You followed the same procedure you had become used to when Stiles used to have panic attacks, not paying any attention to the teenagers that surrounded you looked astounded. None of them had ever seen you or recognized you apart from Scott, but he was so shocked that you were there.

Eventually, Stiles head leaning against your shirt, breathing back to normal as he took in the familiar smell of you that hadn’t changed. One that made him feel at home, more at home than he had felt since this supernatural stuff happened.

“Y/n/n,” Stiles whispered, voice so quiet as if he didn’t want to disturb the astonished silence in fear of you truly not being there.

However, when Stiles’ hazel eyes met your e/c ones once again, he couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto his face, “Hi, Stiles.”

He doesn’t spare anytime before he tackled you into a hug, almost knocking you over but you somehow maintain your balance. His head is in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around the back of your neck with a hand in your hair. He doesn’t want to let go; his eyes closed as he basked in the comforting feeling of home.

However, it isn’t long before someone breaks the silence, one of the astonished teenagers that have been watching the whole escapade, “Uh Stiles, wanna introduce us to your lady friend?”

#dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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Desperate Much?

Pairings: Ten x Reader.

Theme: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, family, sad, happy ending. (Life is still going on)

Characters: Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Donghyuck, Jeno.

Word Count: 2k

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Ten wasn't like his 'brothers'. Infact he wasn't ever their brother, he was their cousin. His dad was the one who inherited the family business and had settled with him and his mother in Thailand to branch out.

He had a happy and perfect life with both of his parents, but that was untill they both died unexpectedly in a car accident when he was eleven. And suddenly everything in his life was changing. He had to move to Korea to live with his uncle and his children, his father's buisness was now his uncle's buisness until Ten was old enough to take over. Until he could legally take over. He had to learn a different language, make new friends and start his life all over again in a very dysfunctional family.

He remembered the constant yelling between Mr.Lee and Mrs.Lee, having to sit by himself during those times when Taeyong would take his younger brothers Mark and Jeno and hide in his room, he remembered how Donghyuck would cry under the scrutinizing gaze of Mrs.Lee as she fought with Mr.Lee and the boy was stuck there not able to escape, the loss of the joys of family dinners that he was used to, the loneliness he felt. That was when he met you. You were his only friend in this country and even though he could barely talk to people you tried your best to talk to him despite the language barrier.

You were cheerful and jovial and very very clingy but he didn't mind that. You ate lunch with him and helped him with his Korean. You even made sure to stick by his side with the excuse of him being new here so he wouldn't get lost months after he arrived.

You were a blessing in disguise to him especially since it was so awkward with his cousin Taeyong at home and at school.

Time flew fast and a year had passed and he could speak and write Korean way better than before and lucky for him you were still stuck to his side.

In those trying times you were his only semblance of joy. The times in which Mark wouldn't talk at all, the times in which Taeyong would go around at the ripe age of twelve and hurt people with words so sharp that they would leave the school, when all Jeno did was look upto Taeyong and when Donghyuck started to act out getting himself in trouble so bad that he could have almost lost his life but no one cared.

It hurt Ten to watch all this happen but not being able to do anything about it because no matter how well he got along with the youger two, Taeyong would always pull his brothers away from him and take them to his room and well Donghyuck, he wouldn't talk to anyone at home.

But unfortunately all he could do was get used to this awful life, glad that you would quietly listen to him rant and then lighten his mood up with something silly.

He was mid rant one day when he spoke about how much he missed 'family dinners' that you interrupted him, "Why don't you have a dinner with your cousin's?" Ten scoffed at you and shut that idea down immediately but when he came home and saw how far apart everyone was he decided there and then that's what was needed.

So he forced Mark out of his room and away from his books, he pryed Donghyuck away from his bed, he bribed Taeyong and Jeno just followed his eldest brother and thats how he found himself at the diner table for the first time ever since his parents passed away.

"I used to eat dinner like this with my parents" he spoked but Taeyong glared at him, "I don't care"

"Look you want to be a brat be a brat but at the dinner table all feuds are forgotten and all hatred is gone, food is supposed to be consumed happy"

"What did your parents say that?" Taeyong asked, rolling his eyes.

"Nope y/n did!" Ten said with a cheeky smile, "Now c'mon dig in"

And so there started their first meal together with everyone silently serving themselves, "So we usually talk about our day at the dinner table" Ten smiled his eyes crinkling into two half moons. "I know none of you will say anything so I'll start, Teacher Park yelled at me for correcting him on his Korean today. I was so pissed" Taeyong snorted at that, "Yea that old geezer is weird"

"I know I don't like him either" Donghyuck spoke and Taeyong glared at him but Ten cleared his throat loudly and Taeyong sighed muttering an inaudible apology.

"I placed a fart cushion on his chair today" Donhyuck grinned proudly and collective snorts were heard across the table and Jeno chocked on his food as Taeyong patted the younger boys back. Mark was still eating quietly. Then Donghyuck frowned, "But he didn't like that..." He then put out his hands showing everyones his palms, "So he took me out of the classroom and hit me" Tens heart sank at the red bruises on the boys hands and Taeyong was glaring again but this time it wasn't at Donghyuck, "How dare that old rat hit a seven year old child like that" the eldest growled. But Donghyuck only smiled, "It's okay I'm used to it" he said and Tens heart broke at that statement and by the looks of it so did Taeyongs.

Something shifted between the boys that night and they all knew it. Ten came to school the next day boasting to you about the success of his first family dinner and how excited he was for the next one tomorrow.

He even told you the story Donghyuck had told him not knowing what to do and that very day you got detention for throwing your thick Oxford Dictionary at Mr.Parks face.

Ten still smiles at that memory, a tiny you standing on your bench, yelling out a swear word and launching the book right at the unsuspecting teachers face, nevertheless what you did got the principal's attention. And without making a big deal of it she started an investigation on the teacher.

You chatted excitedly the next day about how exhilarating it was for you to throw a book at that man's face and Ten smiled listening to you talk with animated gestures.

That night he was greeted by the sight of Taeyong silently treating their youngest brothers wounded hands while avoiding the younger boys adoring gaze.

And so life moved forward and Ten had new friends and family here in Korea. And of course you. At this point he wasn't sure if you were his friend or family or both. But you were you.

You were known in school as- The y/n. The y/n who had all of Ten's attention leaving zero for his admirers.

To Ten you were the y/n who made him happy, the y/n who made him laugh, the y/n with a beautiful smile, the y/n who held him as he cried, the y/n who would nag him endlessly when he didn't eat properly, the y/n who would latch pinkies with him and walk everywhere, the y/n who was exceptionally smart and savy.

His life was finally looking up, with you by his side helping him through it all. And slowly he was making new happy memories, like the day he got you all flustered for the first time, or the day Taeyong had put his foot down and finally dragged Donghyuck away from the fighting couple into his room along with Ten, the day he took you to the amusement park you wanted to go to so badly that you kissed his cheek and went running off to the roller coaster, the day Jeno who only looked upto Taeyong had asked him for help, the day he snuck out of the house at night to watch the stars with you, the day Mark spoke at the diner table for the first time, the day you tripped and fell and he got it on camera, the day Taeyong called him his brother, the day of their class picnic and many more.

But there were also bad days like they day he had his first big fight with you or the day Donghyuck had come to him crying and crying without ever telling him why or the day where both the adult Lee's decided to join the family diner and ruined it.

But even those didnt last because his fight with you ended with the two of your crying in each other's arms promising to never have a fight this big again, because the day Donghyuck cried so bitterly that it shook the entire house Taeyong, Mark and Jeno rushed in and it turned into a mini sleepover as they took care of the youngest who soon forgot why he was crying and promised to make sure he only laughs in the future. And the day that Mr. And Mrs. Lee ruined the family diner was the day all five of the boys snuck out to eat marshmallows and chocolate in the park. The initial idea was to make smores but none of them knew how to make a fire and they were all out of crackers.

Those were just a few happy moments with many more to come like the day he asked you out, or the day he and his brothers went camping together, or the day Donghyuck smiled a smile so pure as his eyes shone with genuine happiness or the day Jeno started to think for himself and made friends who were a good influence on him. And the day Mark started dating someone. (Ten genuinely thought by how quite the boy was he would have to force him to talk to people let alone date someone), the day he got his father's company back and the day he proposed to you on the banks of the Han river, under the stars with his family and closest friends there to witness the moment.

"Why are you smiling so big?" your voice interrupted his thoughts and his smiled widened even more at the sight of you. "Did you fart?" You asked him and he chuckled grabbing onto your arm and and pulling you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Nothing I'm just happy"

"Ten Lee I swear to god if you're on drugs then I want a divorce even before I marry you" you scolded playfully and Ten chuckled, "My only drug is you baby" he cooed and you gaged "Eww gross get a room" you said and he deadpanned.

"You're weird you know that y/n?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Clearly you knew what you were getting into" You smiled, teeth on full display with how wide your grin was.

"Obviously"

"Oh by the way, I handled your little mishap at work today and got a few things you were supposed to do tomorrow scheduled for later and the rest got done today so your free tomorrow the entire day" you said and he smiled at you looking at you so lovingly. He doesn't remember that one moment he realised he was in love with you, maybe there wasn't just one lightbulb moment where her realised he loved you. Maybe he always knew or maybe he gradually figured it out. But that didn't matter all that matters is that he loves you and you love him.

"Ahh what would I do without you?" he asked snuggling into your neck and you chuckled, "Let's never have an answer to that question okay" you said and he nodded, you were right. You were there through evey step of the way after his life turned upside down and he's sure as hell he doesn't want to find out what it would be like without you so Ten grinned placing a small peck on you neck, "I'm gonna take you on the best date of your entire life tomorrow"

"Desperate much?"

"Y/n I'm literally engaged to you!"

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Lee brother's- A mini series

Previous Part: Lee Mark

Next Part: Lee Donghyuck

#Ten #ten fic #ten ff #ten imagines #chittaphon #nct #wayv #nctu #nct imagine #wayv imagine #nct imagines #kpop imagines #kpop #wayv ten #nct ten #neo chaotic technical difficultues #neo culture technology #neo culture tech on my mind

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orderoftheavengers · 3 years

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Scarlet Legilimens

House: Ravenclaw

Species: Human/phoenix hybrid (formerly human)

Blood Status: Pureblood

(Pointless) Wand: Cherry, 13 inches, phoenix feather

(Pointless) Broom: Firebolt Supreme

Patronus: Red-billed firefinch

Specialty: Legilimency, Occlumency, Flying, Dark Arts, Wandless Magic

Sorting

Wanda Maximoff is a living example of how the traits of Ravenclaw House may be applied to the most heinous villainy, and the most self-sacrificing heroism. As a villain, she is crafty and manipulative; as a hero, clever and intuitive. Her fighting style, for good or evil, is always more sneaky and innovative than “bold.” Ironically, her mind is also her weakest point as well as her strongest, as poor Wanda continuously ends up as the manipulated as often as the manipulator. A born Legilimens, her abilities, strengths and flaws are all mind related.

Note the “cleverness” and “ready mind” mentioned by the Sorting Hat needn’t always come in the form of a bookish nerd, as Luna Lovegood, Sybil Trelawney, Profeesor Quirrel and Professor Lockheart are all Ravenclaw. Wanda may not spend her free time studying or watching the Discovery Channel, but she does spend much of it experimenting with her powers, and letting her imagination loose. When faced with unbearable loss, she wasn’t immediately able to face her grief head-on, like a Gryffindor; nor, as a corrupt Ministry leader lied, did she try to resurrect her lost lover; instead, she escaped into her own mind, imagining up an (almost) complete fictitious life for herself and Vision, in a matter of seconds, without even realizing she was doing it.

Wanda is capable of impressive courage, ambition and loyalty, to be sure; but all of those things have wavered, when her reality was turned upside-down. She shed years of indoctrination after reading Ultron’s mind and seeing the grim truth. (And yes, she can read a machine’s mind! That’s a Ravenclaw right there.)

Durmstrang Experiments

Wanda and her twin brother Pietro were born to wizarding parents, in the tiny European nation of Sokovia. Wanda was a born Legilimens, like Queenie Goldstein, able to peek into others’ minds without having to perform any spells. A poor family, their father made ends meet by enchanting posters and lobby cards of old Muggle sitcoms to play out entire episodes, which he then sold to Muggle-enthusiasts in the wizarding world. Their home was decimated by a spell invented by Tony Stark, who never intended for it to end up in the claws of banshee terrorists. The twins ended up in a crap Muggle orphanage, which only intensified their prejudices. By the time they entered Durmstrang, a school infamous for professors that supported Dark Magic and even Voldemort, they were ripe for indoctrination and radicalization.

Due to Wanda’s being a Legilimens, the twins were selected for a dangerous experiment by their headmaster Professor Beowulf Von Stucker. Using the Mind Stone, the twins were to be fused with their wands. Wanda’s first name suddenly became very appropriate, a la Remus Lupin. Wanda merged with her phoenix-feathered wand, transforming the born Legilimens into a powerful human/phoenix hybrid. Her telepathic powers were enhanced, and she gained many powers of a phoenix, including flight, inhuman strength for her levitation spells, and being nearly indestructible. Being part wand also made her able to do wandless magic with no effort. Pietro, meanwhile, was merged with his Veela-hair wand, making him a human/Veela hybrid, and gifting him with a Veela’s dancing speed and silvery hair.

(A very special thanks to AlasterBoneman for the idea about Wanda's wand being integrated into her body.) Order of the Avengers Wanda and Pietro are finishing up their first year when they cross paths with the Order of the Avengers, and they don't exactly make a good first impression. Their vitriol against the Avengers and Tony Stark makes very little sense, especially given that Wanda is a telepath, and should easily see they aren't the villains (not to mention how much she has in common with Natasha, whose life story Wanda personally digs up). But, the twins are still only about eleven, and kids that age can be pretty stupid. The Avengers trace Loki's confiscated broom-scepter to Durmstrang, where the dark wizards from the Order of Hydra are keeping it. Wanda, having recently studied with a Boggart, uses her Legillimency to make the Avengers relive their traumas. Tony's fear shows Wanda that he clearly wants to protect the world, and yet she makes the very un-Ravenclaw decision to keep pursuing "revenge." Her plan inadvertently leads to Tony and Bruce accidentally creating a dangerous and ear-bleedingly-irritating gargoyle named Ultron, who the twins personally work with. Wanda even shocks Bruce into green-wolf form, and sends him on a rampage through one of the dormitories at Durmstrang (but it's not her or Pietro's House, so she could care less). Finally, after much too long, she puts her mental powers to some use, and reads Ultron's mind. That's when she puts two and two together. By then, Ultron has unleashed an army of Cornish Pixies to levitate Durmstrang Castle miles into the air, planning to drop it in an explosion of magic that will alert the Muggles to the existence of wizards. Huddled in a swaying castle tower, she confesses her guilt to Hufflepuff Clint Barton. Clint invites her to redeem herself by joining the Avengers. Durmstrang is saved, but sadly, Pietro takes a killing curse for Clint and another first year. wrought with grief and guilt, wanda begins her second year of schooling at Hogwarts, where--after an unusually long time on the stool--she is sorted into Ravenclaw. Her lonely mood is raised slightly when she finds the attractive new Golem, Vision, hovering to the Ravenclaw table alongside her.

The Scarlet Witch Hunt

Perhaps living on her own for a while is what finally helps Wanda regain the confidence to think for herself. When Vision suggests that they both drop out of their respective schools and just run off together, she urges him against the idea. When Vision senses a disturbance in his Mind Stone, she inspects it for him, but reports, “I just feel you.”

They are interrupted by a rude crowd of Trolls under their window, calling for Wanda’s blood. She’s fine to ignore them, but Vision—ever the logical Ravenclaw—is compelled intellectually argue with the Trolls in his lady's honor.

“Wanda is a redemption-seeking-antihero like Tony, who she has not expressed any hatred for since the Ultron fiasco—not even during the whole ‘Civil War’ calamity! In fact, of everyone on Team Cap, she was the least awful to Tony! The only verbal exchange between them during the whole drunk Quidditch match was a brief pout about being 'locked in her room,' which she had no problem with until Hawkeye came and pressured her. She was literally the only person in the Squid prison not insulting him! And just a few minutes ago, when I wanted her to run away with me, she was telling me to keep my loyalties to Stark, and when the news reported him missing she was visibly scared for him! Seriously, where are you Trolls even getting that she still hates Tony?”

One Troll with particularly long horns shouts back, “Well what about that cleavage and slutty red leather? Tony Stark was never a slu—er, wait…”

Vision is now standing in the window frame, unbuttoning his fly.

“Vision?” Wanda asks nervously. “What are you doing?”

A glittering, purple stream poursd out from her boyfriend’s “better wand,” threatening to deface the crowd below.

“Vision no!” she cries, quickly containing the violet river in an energy ball.

Steady hand… she carefully lifts the ball of glistening liquid higher and higher into the air. …Not gonna screw this one up—

“I say Wanda, is that a giant flying donut?” Vision asks curiously.

Wanda glances up, and there is indeed a gargantuan space donut in the night sky, coming right for them. The strange sight distracts her, causing her hand to slip—just as she’s levitating Visions liquids right over said donut.

This enchanted pastry is in fact the vessel of some of Thanos’s most vicious minions. And Wanda has just drenched them in Vision’s you-know-what.

While Wanda gasps behind her hand, Vision suggests, “Let’s go for a walk.”

On their way down the quiet lamp-lit streets, they are soon stopped by a group of Thanos’s putrid goblin children, currently slightly more putrid than usual.

A blue female goblin roars, “Now you’ve really succeeded in pissing us off!”

Before she can stop herself, Wanda blurts out, “Pissed off? Smells more to me like you ‘been pissed on!”

Somewhere, a boxing bell dings, and a badass wizard’s duel begins.

Just when Wanda and Vision are cornered, a train passes by, causing all parties to freeze dramatically for no apparent reason. Wanda tries to make her body move, to take this opportunity to blast her opponents, but some force has her glued in place, as low music hisses theatrically throughout the night. The train passes, to reveal a shadowy figure, posing heroically. Instead of shooting the figure with a hex, one of the goblins simply throws a spear, which the figure catches expertly. Wanda and Vision both know that there is only one person on the planet would could make an entrance with this much ham and cheese.

Steve Rogers dramatically stepped into the light, revealing his fluffy new beard, and the duel gets a bit more epic.

Oh Snap

In the wizarding nation of Wakanda, Black Panther’s brilliant sister Shuri does her damndest to save her fellow Ravenclaw, and safely remove the Infinity Stone from Vision’s forehead. Sadly, Thanos’s forces overwhelm her, and Wanda is forced to kill her lover--the last family she has left. Many would assume only a Gryffindor would have the resolve to do this, but a Ravenclaw’s wisdom and pragmatism can go a long way.

Ever the sadist, that purple f*ck Thanos uses the Time Stone to resurrect Vision and kill him again, in front of Wanda, and even has the gault "comfort" her in a patronizing manner.

And yet, she’s not so distraught when Thanos’s Dusting curse comes for her. It could be that she’s so despaired by now that she welcomes death. Or maybe the half-phoenix simply doesn’t react to dissolving into ash the same way other beings might…

…in any case, she is resurrected over the summer by Bruce Banner. Vision, sadly, isn’t. In her grief, Wanda accidently traps herself and the entire school of Hogwarts inside the Mirror of Erised, but that's another story entirely.

Wand, Broom and Patronus

Cherry wood is associated with some of the most powerful and lethal wands. Phoenix feather wands are considered to have the widest range of magic, and are among the post powerful, yet also the most difficult to tame.

The red-billed firefinch is one of the few bird species where the females sport some red coloring. These birds are tiny and quiet, but very active. They are flexible about where they live and with whom; they can mix with other bird species, and can live in the wild or captivity, provided they always have plenty of space. Their nests are different from other birds', having a dome shape and being low in bushes. Not unlike the hidden fortress Wanda creates, to hide her family. These crafty birds also build mock-nests to fool predators.

AN: This has undergone some changes in both the story and image, since the release of "WandaVision." If anyone is for any reason attached to Wanda's old broom, the previous version is saved in my Stash. I plan to reuse that fire design somewhere else, possibly for Harry's Firebolt in my more serious Potter art.

#wanda maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Hogwarts house #hogwarts au #ravenclaw #legilimency #legillimens #harry potter #mcu #avengers #chibi #fan art #order of the avengers

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kcrabb88 · 3 years

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I wrote a little non-spoilery piece in my Sailing by Orion’s Star verse last night, and thought I would share it here. Featuring Arthur, everyone’s favorite dreamboat bisexual navigator <3 This is set sometime in the early Kingston years, not too long after Frantz moves to Jamaica.

Arthur releases a breath as he steps into his bedroom, a familiar Jamaican rain pattering hard against his window.

“Frantz fell asleep easier than usual,” he says to Chantal, who sits on the stool in front of his vanity undoing her long braid. “I think the weather helped.”

A fond, featherlight smile slips onto Chantal’s face, the one that always lets Arthur know she’s thinking of their boy.

“He always has one more interesting thing to say.” Chantal picks up the brush, starting in on her hair. “He’s been that way since he strung his first sentence together.”

A heaviness sits in Arthur’s chest as it always does at the mention of Frantz’s earliest years, when his visits, by warrant of the distance between here and England, were infrequent, and letters had to do most of the work. Frantz was not quite 3 when he moved to Jamaica, but still, he longs for how much he missed of those first two years. How much he missed with both of them.

“Here.” He stills Chantal’s hand, his fingertips touching hers as he slides the brush out of her hand. “Let me. Start from the ends, right?”

A second smile, a different smile, slides across Chantal’s lips, slower and with just a hint of a smirk, like she’s waiting for him to tell a joke, or say something terribly sappy.

That smile is reserved for him.

He brushes gently in just the way she taught him while he stayed with her in the final weeks of her pregnancy—the decision to go to her made his parents furious, and he nearly lost his new position with East India for it, but he wouldn’t give up that time for the world.

“Thank you,” he says, meeting Chantal’s eyes in the mirror. “For coming here. I know you prefer it when we come to you. If anyone says a single cruel thing to you…”

“You’ll have a word with them,” she finishes, that slow-growing smile wider now. “I know. I don’t care what people say.”

She does care, he knows. Not in the way that she believes the insults flung her way, but they hurt, nonetheless, the sting of hatred and condescension wrapped up in every single one. Insults telling her she is less than he is. Threats of the sort he has never had to experience. He takes her hand, tugging it toward him and putting a kiss on the palm.

“I care what they say to you.”

She keeps his hand as they go to the bed, sliding beneath the covers but not yet blowing out the candles. Their fingers intertwine as they lay side by side, and Arthur thinks that no lightning strike, nor God himself, could make him let go.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers, her breath warm against his skin as she tucks her head beneath his chin. “That you couldn’t be with us very much, in those early years. You were going to leave it all behind for us, and I told you not to. I told you not to throw away the access you had for an education for Frantz, for his security, as much as it can exist. I wanted you with us, my love, but I hope you don’t begrudge me that.”

“No,” he says, oh-so-gently, pulling away slightly so he can look at her. “Never.”

None of this is her fault. None of it’s his. His family and the world is to blame, and as soon as his father and his power over his inheritance is dead, as soon as Frantz is fully educated, he will finally take the chance that has been denied him, and live with Chantal full-time. He will have enough money then, and Frantz enough security, to do so.

As much security as he can have, anyway.

It is unkind, to wish for his father’s demise, but his father has been unkind to him his whole life. He has not spoken of these plans to anyone but Chantal, not even to Michel, who will not brook such news well, despite the lack of a fixed date. Knowing his father, Arthur supposes the man might live to a ripe old age.

He wonders if he can last until then. He wonders if he can bear East India, and their practices.

He kisses Chantal to emphasize his point, her lips meeting his with a sort of earnest passion, shy at first and then growing deeper.

“Rene is a dear,” Chantal muses after they break apart, tucking her head back beneath his neck. “And smart—it’s not easy for just anyone to keep up with Frantz.”

Arthur chuckles, a well of fondness swelling in his chest. “I do love that boy. He and Frantz are just inseparable, and I could not be more pleased by it.”

He is possessed, for a moment, by an urge to go down to Frantz’s room and hug his son just once more, but he resists, having just gotten him off to sleep.

“I liked Astra very much, as well,” Chantal continues.

“She liked you.”

“How can you tell?”

Arthur laughs again. “I know Astra Delacroix, and she doesn’t like just anyone. Most people can’t tell when she’s putting on an act, but I can. And she wasn’t, today.”

Michel’s name rests between them, unsaid, and Arthur isn’t sure what to make of that. Chantal is the only person in the world who knows that he was once in love with Michel. She understands, better than anyone, how much Michel’s friendship means to him even if that old infatuation has gone. How deep their bond runs. But things have never been easy between them, not because Chantal holds some kind of jealousy—she needn’t besides—but because Michel is always so strange around her. Not rude, not even disapproving, exactly, just….odd.

“Michel seemed well,” she says diplomatically. “Though he seems….perhaps more tense than I recall him being when we met before.”

Arthur sighs. “He is. About everything. The Governor’s doing, I have no doubt.”

A beat passes, and Chantal scoots closer as Arthur’s arm wraps around her waist.

“You can’t make his choices for him, you know,” she tells him, still very kind. “He has to make them for himself.”

“I know.” He slides his ankle between hers, feeling the rhythm of her breaths. “I know I can’t.”

They fall asleep not long after, and sometime in the night when the storm reaches its peak, Frantz comes in, making himself comfortable between them beneath the covers.

This, Arthur is certain, is something he could get used to.

#Sailing by Orion's Star #The Constellation Trilogy #Pirates tag #My original fiction

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galaxyshine24-7 · 3 years

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Feng Min🎮 Before the Fog

Hey I made a small introduction to Feng Min on her last day in her world for a rp server I’m on and wanted to share it. Her character is so cool but I hear not a lot of people write for her so I wanted to give some love to this gamer girl. I hope you enjoy.

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"Feng, Feng Min, Feng!" Feng jolts up from her chair as the owner of the internet café gives her a concerned look. Feng looks around as her screen shows a large Game Over screen in front of her.

"Damnit," Feng brushes her fingers through her hair wiping the stream of drool on her face. The area around her was filled with wrappers and napkins as a blanket rests over her shoulders.

"Feng listen you've been here for days." The owner rests a hand on her shoulder. Feng frowns at him rubbing the crust from her eyes.

"Maybe go home take a shower and rest a bit. Trust me the games will always be here." He pats her on the back as he goes to help out a customer. Dark brown eyes look over the screen as she leans back in the chair crossing her arms. Her head throbs as she takes a deep breath slowly getting up from the chair.

Shit just great, another game over. She thinks to herself as she cleans her station and starts to pack up her things. All the wrappers and empty cups of coffee from the previous days end up in the bin. As she walks to the entrance she makes sure to place a large tip for the owner having to deal with her for the past few days. Her hand opens the door wincing a bit at the light she hasn't seen in what felt like ages. She coughs fishing through her pockets to find a simple black mask. The air quality has never been the best in the heavy parts of the city. People pass by her going about their lives in a sea of blurs. Feng looks straight ahead, her mind focusing on strategies and her next moves. A person bumps into her, but she doesn't notice making the track back to her apartment.

The building was placed in the middle of the serval internet cafes and arcades giving her enough access to training when need be, and as of lately the bars have been pretty good too. She squeezes through the bodies trying to move in and out of the complex.

"Ms. Feng Min your rent is due soon." The landlord said from the front desk.

"Can't talk now, I will have it later." She waves her off hopping on the elevator. The doors are about to close until someone places their hand out making them open up again. A woman wearing a bright smile greets her squeezing into the elevator. She steps in seeing the button was already pressed for her floor.

"Hello good morning." She smiles sweetly.

"Hi," Feng lets out a sigh resting her head on the wall.

"Rough day?" The woman asks.

"Rough Life." Feng blurts out a bit surprised at herself, she must be tried, she's being social. That's a huge red flag.

"Aw I'm sorry to hear that. Your name is Feng right?" Her brown eyes narrow at the women.

"How did you know that?" She crosses her arms.

"Oh I live next door to you." She tilts her head. Feng raises a brow.

"You know Maryann, I lived by you for three years, I gave you muffins for the holidays." Oh she threw away those muffins. She always waited too long to eat them. However with the way her stomach twists right now she wishes she had eaten them. Her eyes dart to the sparkly ring on the woman's finger.

"Married?" Might as well go all the way into this socializing thing, it's not like she does it every day.

"Engaged going to be married soon." She smiles looking at the ring with such warmth foreign to Feng. Like she has ever had time for relationships all she wanted to do was win, watching her team deal with them and get distracted didn't do much to convince her they were worthwhile.

"Congrats." With a large stretch the elevator opens as they both step out.

"Thank you we've made so many plans for a house upstate, with nice schools for kids when they came around. I can't wait, we're already thinking of names."

Were my parents this happy thinking about kids? It's so hard to imagine how they barely talk now. She wonders what stops them from having more children to cover the mistake that is her.

They walk for a bit as they reach their rooms. Feng takes out her key, opening up her dark apartment.

"Well it was nice talking to you Feng have a nice day." She waves. Feng gives her a small smile stepping into her home closing and locking the door behind her. It was a dark loft apartment with plush furniture and high tech gaming equipment. Posters littered the walls and trophies adorn the shelves picking up dust. She throws her things on the couch pressing the button to open the blinds to a full city skyline. The money she made in tournaments helped her afford all this. Being among the highest to show that she could win. Rain starts to fall along the glass as she peels away from the view to head upstairs to shower. She finds her more comfy clothes heading to the bathroom.

Turning on the water she undresses stepping inside welcoming the warm water as it cascades down her hair and back. Her forehead presses against the cool tile as she counts her breaths. It's been six weeks, six agonizing weeks since she was ordered to take a break from the team after her recent mistakes costing tournaments, she even got kicked out of the dorms. She punches the wall as a wave of disappointment passes over her. She can't lose, she can't lose, she has come so far. Only to fall now in her prime would be pathetic and every doubt everyone made about her would be true. She couldn't count the thousands of comments in the fan forums all of them saying she was losing her touch. That she was only a one hit wonder, a smile creeps onto her face. She would show them she would so all of them. Her determination was too strong to give up.

"Fuck that." She would rather die than give up a game she knows she can win. The goal was so close she could feel it. She was so close to her purpose.

She steps back finishing her shower, now that she's more awake she can realize how dirty she was as stains cover her old shirt and the pits are ripe with sweat.

"Gross," She tosses everything in the hamper turning off the water. She looks in the mirror wiping away the fog. Black hair sticks to her pale skin as dark eyes stare back at her. She can't remember the last time she looked at herself. As she grew thinner or as she gained weight. She couldn't even tell anymore. Drying herself off she shakes her head cleaning herself up changing her clothes. After she blows, dries her hair until it untangles and is soft again. When she's done she cracks her knuckles heading back downstairs hoping to get some practice in on her console but her stomach growls loudly.

"Shit," her stomach hasn't seen a full meal in days. She could order take out, but she knows she needs to get outside more. With a large yawn and a pop of her back she grabs her bag and keys. Her feet step out into the apartment once more locking the door behind her. Leaving the building a few hours have past since she as been in her apartment getting ready. She thinks about what she wanted to do pulling up her hood and putting her mask back on. Feng fumbles in her bag taking out her earphones to play a soundtrack from her favorite game. The rain falls around her but she doesn't mind welcoming the sensation. She has forgotten how much she missed playing outside. In a time when her parents weren't so disappointed in her and splashed in the puddles at the park. A time the world was so new and she wasn't a black sheep to anyone. A laugh escapes her mouth, maybe there was a time people liked being around her. She didn't really do much out of gaming but anyone could see that fact. The smell of food fills her nose as a restaurant comes into view. It's a place she's been to before and liked what they had there. Authentic Chinese food reminded her of what her family's chefs would make. She opens the door getting a whiff of the food a bit more now.

The restaurant was a family run establishment creating a cozy feel as a fire runs in the background. Pictures of past customers all smiling hang on the walls.

"Would you like a table Ma'am?" A man asks her.

"Table for one please." The man takes out one menu sitting Feng down at the bar. She already knows what she wants as she hands back the menu just asking for water to drink. The man smiles nodding his head going to get her order. She looks at the tv listening to the sounds of the chefs cooking in the kitchen. The tv shows a news report talking about the esports tournaments. She rubs her temple, she really doesn't need this right now.

"Last month the popular esports team lost the primary rounds, however it wasn't always like this. Since the teams current decline fans have been reminiscing the past wins of the team." She puts her head in her hands as someone asks to turn it up. "One name that always comes up is the player Shining Lion. Otherwise known as Feng Min, a star in the field who won her team the championship cup." They show Feng Min with her team carrying the shining trophy that now sits in her apartment as it lost its luster. Her smile was wide and her eyes filled with joy. She remembers every moment of that day hearing the crowds chant her name and the phone calls she got afterwards for commercial deals and TVs shows, collabs with famous gamers she looked up to, but that day her parents actually told her she did a good job. That was something she never forgot.

Her food comes back as she begins to eat and the reporter moves on to other stories. The food was as good as she remembered loving each bite as all her problems seem to melt away. That was until a voice rang in the back of her.

"That's Shining Lion, dude she's over there." Her shoulders drop stabbing her chopsticks in her dumplings. She slowly turns around to see a few kids staring at her. One kid shushes the others as he walks over fiddling with his fingers.

"Um excuse me Ms. Lion can you please take a picture with us." She looks at her food then at the kid. His eyes looked at her with such adoration.

"Sure kid I'll take a picture." She couldn't say no to a face like that.

"Awesome, and don't worry my parents owned the restaurant. I can pay you back in dumplings." She snorts at that. Huh, she can't remember the last time she laughed either. They stand in the back as him and his friends take turns posing in pictures with her.

"Thank you so much, you were always my favorite in the team, I wanna be just like you some day." The boy said as his friends nod in agreement.

"Thanks," She brushes her hair behind her ear. The boy then looks down as the others start to look sad. Feng raises a brow at that tilting her head as one of them speaks up.

"We are sorry to hear the news." The one that called out to her before said.

"Yeah the team is full of a bunch of idiots for getting rid of you." Her stomach sinks to the floor at that.

"What?" She was a bit breathless. The boy takes out his phone showing her the team's official website. It rests on the screen in bold letters. Feng Min Known as Shining Lion will hereby be cut from the team for the foreseeable future her space will be filled by a new up and comer. She looks back at the kids then at the phone this message was a few hours ago.

"Is everything okay?" The kids look at her concerned as Feng stands up taller now.

"Yes, don't worry about it." She walks away, placing down a large bunch of cash as she walks out the restaurant pulling out her phone. She has the team's manager on speed dial as she waits under a street light for her to pick up.

"Hello," Feng clutches her phone.

"Feng uh hey, um listen we need to talk." They say over the phone.

"Cut the bullshit, I know, I saw the message. Why the fuck did you cut me, I was on a break I would've been back in gear in a few days." She starts to shake a bit wanting to throw up.

"Feng the team and I have been talking and I don't think it's been getting healthy for you to stay." They try to say softly.

"What?! And replacing me with someone else without a fucking word was going to make me better!" She shouts, several heads turn towards her as she moves into the alley to sit on a step, her leg jumping up and down.

"Feng it's not like that, listen the team hasn't been doing well and you have been slipping. As much as you are advantaged you are much more of a liability. Especially with your drunken escapades that you can't seem you remember. It's just...not a good look for us please understand." Feng forms a tight line as she throws her phone to the ground cracking the screen. The rain falls harder as tears fall from her eyes. She leans her head back looking at the sky. The sun starts to set over the city. She stays there for what feels like hours, her soul sinking into a pit. A pit she's trying to crawl out of, enough to where her nails draw blood. Thunder roars overhead as she slowly gets up, grabbing her broken phone and placing it in her pocket as she walks aimlessly throughout the city. So much for her purpose to think all that hard work only to have to do it all over again. She kicks a rock as a neon sign catches her attention. It's a bar having a deal on drinks.

"Of course." A sad smile creeps into her face. The comfort she always tries to escape always finds itself in front of her again. What did she have to lose? Boots splash into puddles as she walks up to the bar hearing the drunken cheers of people. Feng walks inside the dim establishment taking a seat in the back ordering a round of beer for herself. She drinks, and drinks, and drinks letting everything in her world drown out. Leaving only thoughts of winning, maybe it's just hopeful thinking but she's going to get out of this pit and rise above it all. She will find her purpose even if it kills her. After a few bottles she pays and leaves the bar walking around the city until she finds a nice trash pile to fall into. The alcohol was getting to her as she looked at the black sky. It's so endless to her you never know what's out there. Whatever the future holds she will find her purpose she will win no matter what. Her eyes grow heavy as her body grows cold. A cloud of fog escapes her lips as it starts to surround her, but before she could react she gets pulled into the embrace of sleep as a spike of determination fills her core. She gets shocked with a wave of electricity as a haunting laugh greets her in the darkness.

And with that Feng was never seen again.

#dead by daylight #dbd #feng min #my writing

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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“Just friends”

Loki was always quiet and mischievous. He knew how quiet he needed to be to get by something and he knew just how he could get by it. Loki always knew that when he did tricks he could do them to anyone but his one best friend, (Y/n).

(Y/n) is a young asgardian. She is a year younger than Loki, but still they are great friends. She knew of every single trick Loki had. She even helped him with a few. She was different then most women of Asgard. Of course she was. If not, how would she and Loki be best friends? If it wasn’t for her being different (in a good way) then they probably wouldn’t have been best friends.

Years and years ago, when the two were just young children. (Y/n) and Loki were playing around in the flower garden of Asgard. The morning dew was slowly drying and they were laughing and having a good time.

(Y/n) was running from Loki. Most of the morning they had been playing tag. Luckily, with her short legs she ran quick. She thought she was quick enough to get away from him, but was not. Just as he was a finger tip away Loki fell. Luckily, he caught himself with his hands. Saving himself from getting hurt too much.

(Y/n) stopped when she notice Loki fell. She turned back around and went straight to him. His hands had been scratched up from the rocks he had caught himself on. (Y/n) helped him up as she examined his palms.

“Do you trust me?” She asked Loki. Loki gave her a slight nod. Not sure what to expect. (Y/n) took his hand into hers. She mumbled quietly as her (y/e/c) eyes turned into a beautiful gloomy purple color. Loki felt some heat travel from her hands to his. The tiny aching feeling soon left. She did that to both of his hands.

When she was done she let go of Loki’s hands. Her glowing purple eyes turned back into the normal (y/e/c) eyes.

“Your a witch?” Loki questioned his friend. Y/n shook her head. Her (your hair type) (y/h/c) hair fell in front of her (y/e/c) eyes. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she sat on the grassy ground. Her dress was luckily a darker color, so luckily you couldn’t see any grass stains form as she sat down.

“My mother is a healer. I guess I just carried the gene as well.” Loki nodded as he studied her quietly. “You do not speak of your mother often.” He said softly. He sat down beside the small girl he called his friend.

“Because my mother died.” She quietly spoke. Loki almost didn’t hear what she said, but luckily he was close enough he did. He looked at her in shock. ‘Then who is the women she lives with?’ He wondered to himself. He found himself staring at her and apologized. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be pressing you with so many questions.” He apologizes as he stands up to leave.

“Loki!” She calls out. Loki turned back around facing the beautiful 8 year old. Just a year younger then him. “Promise me we will always be friends. No matter what may happen in our future.” She proposes as she stood up, dusting off her gown as she walked over to him. “I promise.” He promises, giggling as (y/n) made him pinky promise. “Good! I’ll beat you to the castle!” Y/n shouted as she zoomed pass him. Running as quickly as she could to the huge golden castle. With the roll of his blue eyes he giggled. “No you won’t!” He challenged.

Both of them raced to the castle with smiles on their faces. Enjoying these moments they had together. They never that these moments were going to end. But when these small things ended, each of them felt like something was missing. They just couldn’t figure it out.

(A couple years later! they are now older teenagers)

(Y/n), head of the healers. The child of queen (y/m/n) and of King (y/d/n). (Y/n) never knew she was adopted. She knew that her mom was a healer, but she would have never thought she would be some type of “royal”. He father was the leader of a kingdom not to far from Asgard. When her mother found out she was pregnant, she knew what she had to do. She was only a young woman. She couldn’t care for a child while the kingdom was at war. So she did what any parent who was trying to protect their child would do. Save them.

“We have to take the child to Asgard as soon as she is born!” Y/f/n said as he stared at his wife. She nodded as she rubbed the bulging baby bump. She was almost ready to have the baby. They were just waiting. She wasn’t very old either. Just at the ripe age of 21. Her father prince (y/f/n) was 25. “We will do what we must to protect our grandchild.” Y/m/n mother said as she walked into the small cabin, which was hidden far in the wooden forest.

They were hiding there. Trying to stay as far as they could from the growing war between Kingdoms. Luckily a friend of theirs let them stay there in the small two bedroom cabin. It was enough shelter to house them until they got to Asgard to keep they can keep their child safe.

“I think the baby is coming.” Y/m/n said as she felt her water break. Y/d/n started to freak out. He wasn’t quite sure what he should do. How he could help or anything. He just was completely freaking out. But that is why y/m/n mother was there to help them. She too was a healer. It was a family trait for the women mostly. Though there had been a few men in the family that were healers.

After a few hours of being in painful labor. Y/m/n gave birth to a beautiful Baby girl. She had a little bit of (y/h/c) hair on her small head. Her skin was a soft smooth (y/s/t). Her eyes were Iike her moms/dads a beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. They were all happy with the small moment of happiness they had right here. But soon they happiness was torn down by the sound of men screaming. Y/f/n jumped up ready to protect his family in the small wooden cabin.

“We need to leave for Asgard, now!” Y/m/n mother demanded her son-in-law. He nodded grabbing their bags; they had yet to unpack their things. Besides the things they had needed for y/m/n to have the child.

Y/d/n grabbed all their belongings and put them onto the carriage hooked onto the two White Horses they had with them. He carried y/m/n and laid her carefully into the carriage. She held the small baby girl. They named the baby girl (y/n). They dressed her in a small thick onesie and a blanket to keep the baby warm as they went through the cold night. Y/m/n mother rode in the carriage as well making sure that the two were safe and doing just fine.

Hours later they made it to Asgard. Just briefly though. Unfortunately y/m/n mother didn’t make it through. She sacrificed herself to save her daughter, son-in-law and grandaughter. She knew that they had to make it to Asgard before the army had reached them so she fought as hard as she could to keep the few guards that had almost reached the horse and carriage. But as she was protecting them she was murdered. She was stabbed by one of the guards long sharp silver sword. Y/m/n cried silently as that was the last moment she saw her mother.

When they arrived in Asgard hours later. Y/m/n and y/f/n ran into the golden shimmering castle. With the baby carfully in y/f/n arms. A letter written for y/n to read one day in y/m/n hand.

They ran to the throne room. The Asgard guards surrounded them. Protecting the allfather. The guards held up their swords, ready to kill the two strangers. They didn’t even notice the small newborn in y/f/n arm.

“Drop your weapons!” Odin demanded as he walked over to the guards. He seen the small infant in his friends arms. “My friend!” His voice boomed, startling the small baby making her squeal just a bit. “Has the war begun?” His voice deep as he spoke. The guards stood down. They backed away, but were still in the room in case Odin needed to be protected.

“Yes, the war has grown heavy on my kingdom. We came to seek safety for our new child.” Odin nodded as he walked closer. He looked at the small child. Smiling when he noticed the little baby girl smile back up at him. “I guess you thought you would stay here with your child?” He questioned as he gently took the child into his arms. Carefully rocking her in his strong arms. “No, we just want her safe. We need to go back to our kingdom and try to get this bloody war to end.” Y/f/n explained.

Y/m/n stood quietly. She knew what they were doing was keeping the child safe. But a mother never want to just leave her child. No matter what she never wanted to leave her. She watched as Odin carefully held the baby in his arms.

“I will protect her. I know someone in my palace who is willing to care for her.” What Odin said was reassuring to y/m/n. She nodded as she handed Odin a letter. On the front was what was needed to be said. She couldn’t say anything.

Her voice was broken. If she would have talked she would have been sobbing in front of everyone. She kissed the top of Y/ns head. Walking backwards as she teared up. “Thank you, for keeping her safe.” Y/d/n said as he gave Odin a greatful smile. Odin nodded as y/f/n stared at the child.

“I wish you luck my friend.” Then y/ns parents left. They left her to keep her Safe. Safe, that’s all that mattered was her being safe.

Y/n was leader of the healers, but when she found out she had been lied to her whole life. She had gotten angry. Yes, she still did her job. But she was upset about being lied to. She wouldn’t talk to her adoptive parents. She was upset they had waited until she was so much older. She just wished that they would have told her the truth. That she really wasn’t their child. She just thought for the longest time, ‘my whole life I lived a lie.’ Which is why she ran away.

Nobody knew when or why she ran away. She didn’t tell anyone. That’s what everyone thought. Yet, y/n had lefted her best friend a note telling him where she was going, and when she was leaving.

It was night time. Everyone in Asgard was asleep. Y/n (a night owl) was packing a bag. She was leaving Asgard. She couldn’t stay in the place where she lived a lie. She had given the note to Freya to give to Loki the night before. So she though maybe she would’ve left before he read it.

Y/n was almost to where the byfrost opening was. Her bag was packed on her back. She was dressed in a silk emerald green dress. She wore golden boots, that was what most Asgard Soiders wore. She had a lot of training with her adoptive father. He taught most people in Adgard how to fight and protect themselves. She had her sword on her back and her daggers in a holster underneath her dress on both her thighs. A long with a dagger in each boot of hers. You would’ve thought she was going to battle the way she was dressed.

She was about to get the byfrost keeper to open it up when she heard running coming towards them. She looked over to see Loki. He was almost there when she had already went through the byfrost. She couldn’t stop herself before he had came fully into view.

“Where did she land?!” Loki demanded the byfrost keep. “Midgard.” The man answer quickly. Scared he looked at Loki trembling. “Take me to where she is!” He demanded, his voice echoed in the large room.

The man nodded opening the byfrost and letting Loki go through. When Loki went through the Byfrost and landed in a small town. He was quite sure where he landed. It was dark. So it was either early morning or late at night. He tried looking around for his best friend, but he couldn’t find her. Until he heard a crash.

Rushing toward the noise he watched as y/n landed right beside a vehicle. The impact from where he had landed made the car shake violently. He wondered why he had landed before her. But didn’t pay much mind to it. He rushed over to her trying to stop her from walking off.

“(Y/n)!” He shouted trying to catch the young girls attention. Wherever they were wasn’t very busy. A few cars were parked on the side of the road. The highway stretched for a long ways. A few houses on each side of the rode. Not to close together yet not far apart. Fields were on the side of the road as well. That’s where Loki had landed in the soft green pastures. A street light illuminated the side walk y/n was walking on. She was too much in her own mind to hear Loki’s voice calling for her.

“Y/n!!” He yelled louder. She stopped and turned around looking at Loki confused. “Why did you follow me?” She questioned her best friend. “Because of the promise we made when we were children. I will always be your best friend! I am here for you! Not for you to just run away!” He exclaimed as he searched her (Y/E/C) eyes for any hint as to what she was doing here on Midgard.

“My parents are here.” She spoke softly to Loki. “I want to find them and I want to meet them. To see if I’m like them. If I look like them!” She raised her voice just a touch. Loki nodded as he took her hands into his own. “You need to breathe.” He said as he looked at his beat friend. He loved (Y/n), he wants what’s best for her. What’s best at this moment is for her to take a breathe.

Breathing in then out she looked at him. “See, better. Now where are we at?” He asked as he looked around the road they standing beside and around them. “A small town in Virginia, called Altavista.” Y/n answered without missing a beat. “Okay, now do you have a plan? Or are you just going to run around drawing attention to yourself?” Loki said, making her completely understand where he was coming from. “Okay, I understand where your coming from, Loki. But these people. They’re my parents. My real parents. They’re my family. The only family I have.” She explained looking at him with a face that showed so many emotions. Pain, anger, sadness, and happiness.

“And I guess I never was your family?” Loki asked looking at y/n. He was hurt. She was looking for people who had left her. People that could protect her. People that thought leaving her with Odin would keep all the pain and suffering away.

“Loki, I di- I didn’t mean it like that.” “No you meant to say that you don’t really think I’m your family. That I have not been there for you for your whole entire life. That I have not protected you from everything you couldn’t handle. I have been there for you when you were hurt. We take care of each other! And that is what I’m trying to do! Protect you from getting hurt!” He exclaimed as his emotions started to seep into his voice.

“What are you saying Loki? That I don’t care about you?! Because I do! You are my family! You are my best friend! Your are my parner and crime! You are my only friend actually!! I love you!” She exclaimed as she let out all her emotions. Luckily nobody had heard the two scream. (Don’t know how though). Tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed. “I just want to be excepted.” She cried as she fell to her knees. Her emotions were too scattered to try and keep fighting. “Back to Asgard.” Loki mumbled under his breathe as he pick her up. He held her as they went through the byfrost and back to Asgard.

“Leave us!” Loki deamaned the byfrost keeper. The man nodded quickly leave the two. Loki sat Y/n on the stairs and sat beside he still holding her as she cried softly.

“It’ll be okay.” He whispered. “I except you.” He whispered as he kissed the top of her forehead. “And I love you, more than you will ever know.” He whispered as he rubbed her hair out of her beautiful face.

“Even while crying you are so elegantly beautiful.” He whispered as he look her over. He could see a light blush appear on her cheeks. “I really do mean it. I really do love you. More then friendship wise as well.” She giggled as she moved the stray hair out of Loki’s face.

She lean forwards and kissed him. Loki didn’t really know what was going on. It caught him off guard. But when she pulled back from the kiss. He pulled her back into one. The kiss was soft and passionate.

“I’ve loved you since I healed you in the garden. I knew there was something about you. There was something about you I knew that I needed when I got older. Something to anchor me down. Something that would help me be a better person. If you weren’t in my life I honestly don’t know where I would be at. I really don’t.” Y/n rambled off quickly as she stared into his lovely blue eyes. “Well, why don’t we go back to the castle. We will make a plan to find your birth parents. Together, we will find them. If they aren’t what you had expected then we can come back home.” Loki suggested as he stared at the (y/e/c) eyed girl. She nodded getting up off the stairs. Then her and Loki walked hand in hand to the castle to make plans to find her birth parents.

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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Knight of the Forest - Chapter I

“Lillia!” a calm, patient but rather agitated voice called from the stoop of the kitchen door that led out into the back garden.

When no reply came, the dark-haired woman huffed and turned on her heel to go in search of her daughter in other places. Little did she know, the moment she closed the door behind her, a pair of lime green eyes flickered with mischief from where their owner was perched aloft a nearby tree.

A small figure leapt down from the tree and landed with firm solidness and while she landed firmly, not a sound gave away her movement to even the skittish birds amidst the grass. It was like she was a silent ghost walking noiselessly across the grass… but she did not walk with grace or daintiness. There were plenty of tomboyish girls in the whole of Westeros but none of them was quite like Lillia Antigone Arryn. The older sister of Robin Arryn, anyone who met her expected her to be of the same cloth as her brother: skittish, wimpy and hanging onto her mother’s apron strings.

The truth was, when Robin was born, Lillia’s parents would often think that Lillia had been born the man and Robin the girl because of their different personalities. Lillia’s long golden curls that usually billowed about her hills was pulled back into a tight braid which Lillia had insisted her handmaiden braid for her till her scalp hurt. A few strands had come loose in her early morning games which was why Lillia insisted on the tightest of braids, but nothing could seem to hold back all the curls. One particular curl kept flopping right in front of Lillia’s nose and would agitate her nose till she brushed it behind her ear where it would stay for a moment till, she made another sharp move and then it would bounce back in her face.

Needless to say, Lillia was a little on the rounder side compared to her brother. She was not skinny, sharp featured or dainty, however she possessed a beauty that her mother could not understand. When a person saw Lillia’s big doe eyes, as green as freshly bloomed leaves, her plump pink lips, long naturally dark lashes and creamy lids and rosy cheeks, one would think that she was a perfect angel. Considering that Lillia’s mother was not evil, she had never been called the opposite of angel but it certainly had passed through a few persons’ heads including her mother’s and her Septa Romilda.

At least to Robin, Lillia was a pure guardian angel. Once or twice when Robin was bullied by other little boys his age, Lillia had stood up for him and had earned the title: Coury. This was Robin’s attempt at saying ‘scary’ and ‘courage’ and due to his young years and slow use of words (due to his habit of sucking his thumb), it had come out as Coury and Lillia, loving her brother dearly, allowed him to call her thus.

Lillia trampled to the kitchen door and carefully pushed it open, peering inside to ensure that no one saw her. Seeing no one about, she slipped inside and sighed at the coolness that the stone kitchen gave off in comparison to the hot outdoors. She was just running her fingers across her sweating face when she heard a tap nearby and spun to look at the door opposite that lead upstairs. There stood her mother with Septa Romilda.

Her mother had a stern look on her face but Lillia recognized the laughter and amusement in her mother’s eyes. Septa Romilda looked horrified at the state the six-year-old girl was in. Dressed in a simple brown dress with strap sleeves, Lillia wore nothing else other than a loose cotton shirt beneath the dress to cover her shoulders. The long sleeves were rolled up above the elbows and one of the sleeves was falling off her left shoulder, obviously not noticed. Her dress which usually fell to her ankles was rolled up and tied halfway up her hips, revealing a pair of Robin’s breeches beneath which were also rolled up to the knees.

Her dress was coated in mud which was drying now and gave her a crusty look. There were leaves, twigs and dirt all in and amongst her hair and because of the heat and humidity, a handful of curls had come loose, framing her sweating face which was a ripe pink from the heat. The only part of her that was clean was her knees down which looked sparkling clean (Due to her taking a knee-deep dip in the creek out back which rinsed the mud from her lower legs).

Septa Romilda tapped her foot on the stone floor and Lillia grinned sheepishly.

“I was going to head in for a bath mother,” the girl said, trying to avoid another encounter with the reed spankings (Which was something Septa Romilda used when Lillia’s mother wasn’t there to see to her discipline).

Lysa smiled at her daughter, “Indeed my little Lily. You’re in dire need of one, not to mention a change of clothes and some vigorous hair brushing.” Lillia’s eyes widened in fright. Her mother never instituted punishment for Lillia’s exertions outside for she knew it was in Lillia’s nature and not to mention, good for the girl’s health and appetite. However, the only thing Lysa said or did that either frightened Lillia or the girl tried to avoid was her mother’s insistence on daily brushing of the girl’s wild curls.

“But mother!” The girl cried but Lysa held up her hand.

“Head straight up to Beatrice. She will help you bathe, change and brush. Your father and I have something very important to tell you at dinner tonight so do not delay.” Lillia nodded, glad that her mother had not assigned Septa Romilda to her. Rushing up the stairs, past the two woman, the girl sprinted with all her might to her bedroom.

There she found her favorite handmaiden, Beatrice, sitting in the corner admiring the books. A teenager, Beatrice was the closest girl in age to Lillia and even though Beatrice was older, the handmaiden looked up to Lillia. Because Lillia had no interest in books, sewing and writing, she taught Beatrice, so the girl had something to do in her free time when Lillia was doing anything other than sewing, reading or writing.

Within twenty minutes, Beatrice had Lillia scrubbed to a shine so that her skin was shining pink (She had to apply some pressure to some muddy places) and dressed in a soft blue dress that accented the turquoise in Lillia’s lime green eyes and the gold in her hair.

When the girl came into the dining room, she found Robin sitting in his usual seat, completely oblivious to what was going on while Lillia’s parents were looking at her warmly but with a secret to tell.

Lillia hesitantly sat down across from her brother and began to pick at her food, finding that even though she had helped the stable boy wash and feed the horses, chopped wood (mostly for fun) and climbed trees all day, she didn’t have an appetite. Perhaps it was the steady gaze her parents were giving her and the curious, confused little Robin was giving both her and her parents.

“Lillia dear, we have something to discuss with you,” Jon Arryn said at last.

Robin seemed very interested, even more so than his sister who feared it was something to dread rather than be curious about. However, Lysa didn’t fail to notice this.

“Robin, you are excused.” The boy was about to let out a fit and whine to stay but when he saw the stern look his father was giving him, he leapt from his seat and hurried out (though he probably kept his ear pressed to the door).

“Lillia,” Jon began, not sure how to get it out. “Considering the age, you are at, it is very important for you to be taught the things that will become important and useful in your later years. As such your mother and I have figured out a way that you might be raised as a lady but also…. How to say this…. Live freely as you strive to every day.” Lysa groaned, “What your father is trying to say is that we understand your spirit and energy but the truth is, I do not have the time to keep up with you especially with Robin to think about. Your father is not suited to raise a girl and we know from experience with Septa Nadine, Isabel and now Romilda that a Septa or nanny to look after you is out of the question. In short, we will be sending you somewhere to live for a few years.”

Lillia’s face snapped up and fear crossed her face, “You’re not sending me to a convent are you!?” Jon laughed heartily at his daughter’s expression. “What? A bonny lass like you? You would stick out like a rose amongst thorns….” The man immediately stopped when Lysa shot him a warning look. Sighing, Lysa turned to her daughter.

“Lillia, do you remember from your history lessons when I taught you about all the great houses of Westeros?”

Lillia nodded. Lysa smiled, “Well, you will be living with one of the large families.” The little blond girl’s eyes widened. “Like…. Adoption?” Lysa chuckled, “No, nothing like that. You shall be a companion to the two daughters of the manor there. They are lovely girls. One of them will be turning twelve very soon and the eldest is thirteen. They are older than you but they will treat you kindly and you will be able to grow up with girls around your age instead of a brother.” Lillia tried to keep a straight face but she failed and an excited smile spread across her little features, “Really!? Which house mother? Who will I be staying with?”

Lysa smiled, “You will be staying at Highgarden, Lillia. With the Tyrells.”

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Lillia had never felt nervous in all her life, being that kind of girl who was not afraid to speak her mind but now, she found herself gnawing on her bottom lip till the skin broke and twiddling her fingers. She had been on the road almost a month now with Septa Romilda and about twenty men at arms whose job was to see her safely to Highgarden and then a few days later, escort Septa Romilda back to the Eerie.

That was the one thing about the journey that Lillia had not be excited about. She could handle with being around Septa Romilda at home because she could always take refuge with her mother, brother or father but now, she couldn’t avoid the woman with her strict rules and willow switches. Lillia had been on the edge of her saddle the whole month, barely keeping her patience till she saw the farms and fields of Highgarden.

She wondered what the two Martell girls would be like. Her mother hadn’t told her much other than how old the two girls were. Apparently, Maya was the older of the sisters and had recently discovered her gift of water manipulation which most people began to call Water Dancing or Water Summoning. Lillia was intrigued to see that and especially to meet Maya. From what she could gather, Maya was a little less outgoing than her younger sister Margaery who was the epidemy of a fine young lady with just the right amount of energy, gentleness and lady-like gracefulness. Lillia couldn’t quite picture Maya being tough and rambunctious like Lillia was, but she couldn’t imagine the girl being much like her sister since she was said to have quite a temper and a witty, intelligent tongue.

“Lillia Arryn,” Septa Romilda scolded when she saw that Lillia had almost caused her lip to bleed from biting it, “If you must bite something, bite your gums. At least no one can see those.” Lillia pouted. “But if I bite my gums, it hurts to eat salty foods later. Besides, it is not like anyone cares about my lips. No one will kiss me!” “What about your husband?” Septa Romilda inquired of the little girl.

Lillia raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes when the Septa wasn’t looking, “I am not even ten Septa Romilda! I won’t be marrying any time soon and by the time I am old enough to marry, my lip will heal just nice.” Septa Romilda stared at the girl in horror, “It is ‘Will not’, not ‘won’t’. Lillia, how many times have we gone over this since we left the Eerie?” “Five times?” Lillia inquired, quirking her eyebrow in fake thought.

“Lillia….” Romilda began when one of the men spoke up.

“My lady, we’re here!” Lillia immediately nudged her horse further ahead so she could ride between the two head men-at-arms rather than Romilda. As she looked upon the beautiful walls and towers of Highgarden, a deep feeling of excitement, exhilaration, worry and dread washed over her. What if the Tyrell’s didn’t like her!? What if both girls were actually the most proper of proper girls? Like those dreaded stepsisters in all the fairy tales who make the main character’s life a living hell!?

The girl bit down on her cheek to calm herself before sighing and giving her horse a nudge. When they pulled up in the courtyard, the large double doors of the manor swung open and out walked an old man with slightly graying hair and a sort of hunched over manner, reminding Lillia of her own father.

He had kind eyes but a sad face. The girl remembered her mother telling her that Lady Tyrell had passed away a few years ago and since then it had been hard for Mace Tyrell. As Lillia pulled her horse to a stop, she saw two boys who were much older than her. The younger of the two looked to be about sixteen or so with wavy brown hair and handsome brown eyes. The other looked like he was in his early twenties and while his brown hair was straight, he kept it slightly pushed out of his eyes but not slicked down but brushed away with his fingers. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, maybe bluer and he had the slightest bit of stubble on his face.

Next, two girls stumbled out, rather clumsy for two girls in their earlier teen years. Both looked similar in age but there was a definite difference in the two girls.

The younger of the two, who was shorter by a few inches, had rich auburn almost brown hair that fell in perfect ringlets down her back. Her face was clean and well-kept, and she wore a lovely pale blue dress that accented her rosy cheeks. She had more of a childish look to her as if she had not quite accepted growing up and was still holding onto that last strand of childhood.

The older was absolutely beautiful. Her features were not as round as Lillia’s, but her features were not as sharp and defined as her younger sister’s. Her lips were more relaxed and not pursed into a smirk. They were full and pink with a gentle, caring smile on them. Her nose was petite, dotted with faint freckles and her eyes were bluer than the bluest sky.

Her hair was not dark like her sister’s but more red. Lillia remembered when she first met her cousin, Sansa, how she thought that Sansa’s hair was on fire because it was so red. This girl’s hair was partially between the rich auburn of her sister’s hair and the bright redness of Sansa’s.

Her hair fell in perfect waves to the middle of her back and Lillia saw a more mature side to the older sister than her younger sister. Not too mature and proper, but an almost motherly way.

Lillia quickly dismounted from her horse and one of the soldiers took the reins for her. The girl tried to compose herself and make a good impression. She slowly approached and was about to curtsy when the youngest of the girls rushed over and grabbed Lillia into a bone crushing hug.

“You must be Lillia!” the girl squealed. “I am so happy to meet you! It will finally be like I have a little sister!”

Lillia stared wide eyed at the energetic young Tyrell, only to see the younger of the brothers to approach and gently pull his sister off the startled Arryn girl.

“Margaery don’t scare the girl before she is even settled in!” the boy snapped in a sarcastic manner before turning to Lillia and smiling. “I’m Garlan.” The boy bowed and Lillia remembered to curtsy just in time, smiling at the boy. The oldest Tyrell boy approached and held out his hand to Lillia. The girl took his hand and the boy gently kissed her hand.

“I am Willas Tyrell,” the boy introduced, smiling kindly at the girl. “Welcome to Highgarden. Please excuse my sister. She hasn’t stopped talking about you coming since your mother agreed to it.” Lillia smiled, happy that she was evidently welcome. The younger girl, Margaery, grabbed her hands.

“I am so sorry!” the girl cried. “I forgot to introduce myself. I am Margaery but my family calls me Margy or Margo.” Lillia smiled and nodded, “It is lovely to meet you Margaery.” Finally, Lillia was greeted by Mace Tyrell who patted her on the head and nodded…. but said nothing. Lastly, the oldest girl approached, and she took Lillia’s hands into her own, looking into her eyes.

“I am Mayaka. Just call me Maya though. It is truly wonderful to meet you Lillia.” Lillia was shocked at how cool Maya’s hands were and the coolness it spread through her body calmed her down.

“It is lovely to meet you Maya,” Lillia said, allowing the girl to hug her.

As the girl drew back, Willas motioned toward the door, indicating that they should head in. Lillia immediately had Margaery grabbing her arm, looping her arm through hers before gently pulling her indoors, the other Tyrell’s close behind.

“You’ll be sleeping in the room across from mine!” Margaery squealed. “Maya has to sleep across from Loras, but she is just down the hallway.” “Loras?” Lillia inquired.

Margaery’s eyes widened and she turned to look at her brothers who were furrowing their brows.

“Where is Loras anyway?” Willas inquired.

Garlan shrugged, “Probably up a tree daydreaming again.”

“Leave him be,” Maya said sternly to her brother. “He has a free spirit. He has plenty of years to be interested in sword play and warfare. Let him have his childhood.” The girl turned to Lillia to see the look of puzzlement on her face and Maya smiled.

“Loras is our younger brother. He likes to be alone. You’ll meet him at dinner.” Lillia nodded before Margaery happily showed her around the manor and to her room. For the first time in years, Lillia felt like she belonged.

#loras #Loras tyrell #jaime lannister #got #game of thrones #Loras Tyrell x oc #Loras Tyrell x reader

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For the angsty confessions prompts. What about Kyungsoo and 20?

IS THIS MY FIRST KSOO STORY?! I literally didn’t realize until this very moment. Dang. I just got so excited. Thank you for requesting!!

Do Kyungsoo X Reader

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You’d only met your match a week ago and the wedding was in three days.

The idea of an arranged marriage had seemed so antiquated, but vintage was in. Everyone had grown convinced that it was the best way for people to be coupled off in this new post world war order. It was as if everyone had become too afraid to come up with any new ideas during the Rebuild so they had all fallen back on the old ones. Because it worked so well in the past, you thought every time another ‘new’ old policy was put into place.

At least you were lucky. The Matchmaker, a computer system that stored information on every eligible bachelor and bachelorette on earth, had at least paired you with someone your own age. Unlike so many of the horror stories you’d read. And at least Kyungsoo was attractive...really attractive actually. Maybe you’d even written in your journal that he was dreamy, had a smile that took your breath away and lips ripe for kissing... but that was neither here nor there.

Your parents loved him. Everyone loved him. It would have annoyed you more if over the week you hadn’t grown pretty fond of him as well. Which was why you’d gone to visit him, because you missed him and wanted to see if he wanted to spend some time together while you avoided wedding planning with your mother and his.

The doorman told you that you’d find him out on the balcony when you arrived at his place. Walking passed the living room you laughed remembering the first night you’d met. Sitting across from each other on the couches in his living room. He’d glared at you all night. A stern look on his face from his first look at you to the stiff hug he offered you at the end of the evening. You thought he hated you. You thought that maybe in this coupling he was the one being inconvenienced by you.

The next day he came over to take you to lunch and you’d been so awkward that he’d practically been forced to ask you what was wrong and when you told him he laughed. He’d glared because that morning he’d lost his glasses, he explained that it wasn’t the first time someone thought he was an asshole thanks to his poor eye sight. So far his only flaw.

Reaching the balcony you realized he wasn’t alone. He was sitting over coffee with his best man. You didn’t want to intrude so you turned to leave, but then you heard it.

“I’m going to go out on a very short limb here and say she's definitely not who you thought she’d be.” Suho laughed lightly.

Kyungsoo let out a long, almost exasperated sigh, “Not even a little bit of what I expected.”

Not wanting to hear anymore you left quickly, and as quietly as you’d come. Your heart sank. You were suddenly very sad. Being sad only made you angry. Angry that you even cared enough about what he thought to make you upset. It’s not like you really knew Kyungsoo. So what, you’d spent the week together, it didn’t have to mean anything, obviously. Even if you’d personally had a really good time. Even if you’d thought he’d been having a good time too. Even if, for the first time since you’d been told you were going to spend your life with him, you were actually looking forward to being with him.

That afternoon he’d called the house to see if you’d like to go to lunch but you told them to tell him you weren’t feeling well. He called again later to see if you were better and would maybe like to have dinner but you told them to tell him you still felt flu-ish. Your mother didn’t like you avoiding him or lying to him but she was also trying to be understanding of what she assumed were wedding nerves.

That night she came into your room with a small basket and a raised eyebrow, “From your groom to be. I have a feeling this illness will pass by morning and you’ll meet him for breakfast?”

“Yes, mother.” you sighed.

Sitting up on the bed you waited until she left to open the small basket. Inside was a hefty bowl of hot homemade soup, lifting the lid left you with a groan it smelled so good. There was also a bit of fresh bread and a tiny bear dressed as a doctor. At the bottom of the basket was a note. He’d drawn a cartoon of himself, with his big heart shaped mouth, offering you a hug.

I hope you didn’t get yourself sick to try and get out of marrying me. It’s in sickness and in health, if you’d forgotten already. xx

If you didn’t feel bad before, you’d felt horrible now.

When you met him at his place the next morning he seemed happy to see you. You felt confused as he walked you to the balcony where he’d put out a beautiful breakfast spread for the two of you.

“Hopefully you’re hungry after being sick all day yesterday.” he said kindly pulling a chair out for you.

“Mmm.” you hummed through tight lips.

If he didn’t like you he didn't have to pretend. You’d have preferred if he didn’t. If he would just make it clear that he was going to marry you because he had to not because he thought he might want to. The idea of being with someone so easily capable of lying to you made you feel queasy.

His forehead creased in confusion as he continued to watch you through breakfast, “You’re mad. At me?”

“No.” you said shortly.

“I can tell that you are.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about me.” You snapped, hating how playful he was being. Your future and your happiness wasn’t a joke to you.

“We may have only known each other for a few days, but you’re an easier read than you think.” He grinned. “Obviously you’re mad. Clearly your anger is towards me. What I can’t figure out is why. What could I have done to make you so upset when we’d been getting along so well?”

“But were we really?” you asked getting up from the table with a scrape of your chair.

You walked over to the railing and looked over the city. The view from here was beautiful. It was annoying. Wound up so tight from stress meant that everything was annoying. Kyungsoo sat in his chair for a moment taken aback by your mood. He was genuinely confused by it.

“I thought we were. Did you not?” he asked standing up slowly and moving towards you.

You turned to glare at him, your chest felt tight, “I had thought so too, but then I came to realize what a brilliant actor you are.”

“Actor?” he asked more confused than ever.

“Yeah, so, I’m sorry I’m not who you expected me to be.” You turned away, wanting to hide the tremble in your lips.

“Y/n…” Kyungsoo said softly, “You heard my conversation with Suho?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping.” You clarified turning back around to face him. “I had just come to ask you if you wanted to spend time together. I realized pretty quickly I had gotten the wrong impression from this week.”

He laughed. His smile lit up his face beautifully, which only annoyed you further.

“Glad you think this is funny.”

“It is...a little bit.” there was a sparkle of amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, “I don’t think you got the wrong impression at all actually.”

“I heard what you said, don’t lie and say I didn’t.” You huffed.

“You did.” He agreed and you were immediately confused, “Y/n, you’re not at all what I expected. You’re better.”

“I-“ you blushed, “what?”

“When they told me about you, all they said was that you were beautiful.” He confessed, “When they refused to tell me anything else, I figured that meant you didn’t have much of a personality. I expected you to be vapid and vain. I didn’t expect that I would have an amazing time with you. That I would enjoy myself. Or that I would like being around you and miss you when you aren’t around.”

For a moment you were stunned to silence. Then you smirked, “That was pretty presumptuous of you to assume.”

“It was,” he nodded and stepped forward so that he was just in front of you, “so was you assuming that not being what I expected meant something negative.”

“So it would seem we’re both flawed.” You shrugged.

“I hope you know I genuinely look forward to getting to know every single one of your flaws.” Leaning towards you he pressed a kiss against the corner of your mouth. Your lips automatically reached for him as he pulled back, wanting more already.

#is this weird? was this good? i cant decide how to feel lol someone tell me #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo scenario #exo scenarios

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