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Bodyguard (1)

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen

Summary-

AU- Mapi Leon bodyguard, Ingrid Engen princess.

“But I don’t need another one!” Ingrid said with a whine.

“Ingrid,” her mother said sternly, “this is non-negotiable- don't let me regret letting you go on holiday.”

Ingrid huffed. She was going on a trip to Spain next week, and for some reason, her parents thought she needed an extra bodyguard.

That was the last thing she wanted.

All Ingrid wanted to do was get drunk with her friends and party like any normal person in their mid-twenties. Instead, she would now have two glaringly obvious bodyguards following her every move. Steven had been her bodyguard for the last five years, and in that time, Ingrid had learned his little routines, and more importantly, how to evade him. Ingrid had already planned her holiday around his patterns, and a completely new person added a spanner into the works.

Ingrid understood that her parents had safety concerns, but she couldn’t remember the last time she took a holiday. Every waking minute was taken up by royal duties, and even though she was only 25, she felt like she had already lived a lifetime. Her parents had finally realised the pressure that she was under after Ingrid practically begged them for a weekend off, and they had grudgingly agreed to let her go to Mallorca with a few close friends.

Still, the trip didn’t seem to be turning into the relaxing break that Ingrid had imagined. She had envisaged herself sipping cocktails on the beach, and maybe finding someone to take back to her room after a night out, a stranger who had no idea of her princess status. It was meant to be an opportunity to be an anonymous tourist, but two people in black suits watching her like hawks didn’t exactly fit that narrative.

“Who is she?” Ingrid huffed, having concluded that there was no way out of it. If she misbehaved, her parents would cancel the trip, and not only would she miss out, but her friends would too.

“Her name is Mapi Leon,” said Gudrun, checking the clipboard in her hand, “she is Spanish, so she will be extremely helpful with the language, and she has years of experience guarding the Barcelona men's football players.”

Ingrid turned her nose up, although the woman didn’t sound too bad. She was already thinking of all the excuses she could fabricate to get this woman to leave her alone, and if that didn’t work, Ingrid knew it didn’t take much for her to have people wrapped around her little finger. Her sweet demeanour and startling looks seemed to lull people into a false sense of security, and Ingrid was yet to meet someone whose mind she couldn’t change with a bat of her long eyelashes and a wide smile.

“When do I get to meet her?”

“She’ll meet you in Mallorca, at the airport. Steven should be able to handle the flight, and she’s arranging the transport to your villa.”

Sighing, Ingrid took the clipboard from her mother and read through the details. She hummed in approval as she read Mapi’s resume, her long list of achievements flowing onto a second page. It seemed she had a background as a footballer but quit when she was younger and re-directed her fitness elsewhere. Her photo was blurry, and no matter how much Ingrid squinted, she couldn’t make out anything more than a messy bun piled on top of her head.

“I suppose she’ll do,” Ingrid said in a resigned voice, handing the clipboard back to her mother, “what’s next on our agenda?”

“The State Ball tomorrow night.”

Ingrid groaned and buried her face in her hands; this holiday could not come any quicker.

Thankfully the rest of the week flew, and Ingrid was soon lugging her case down the stairs and into the awaiting car. She had packed an assortment of different bikinis and dresses that her parents would probably faint if they saw, but if everything went to plan, they would stay completely in the dark. She rarely had a chance to express her true style, and although she appreciated having a personal stylist, it didn’t leave much room for fun outfits.

Her friends were already waiting in the car, their bags safely stored in the boot. She was going with Caro, a friend from school, and Frido, the daughter of a Swedish diplomat. Ingrid didn’t have many close friends, one of the lesser-known downfalls of being famous, but she was looking forward to treating the girls who had been there for her through thick and thin.

That started with the royal jet, which sent them gasping and staring in disbelief at the luxurious interior. Ingrid just smirked and sat in her usual seat by the window, the flight attendant already preparing her a drink. Her friends gingerly sat down, stumbling over their drink orders and looking to Ingrid for reassurance. The princess just chuckled, reminding them that while they were on this trip, they were royalty too. Caro looked extremely uncomfortable at that statement, retrieving her own bottle of lukewarm water from her bag.

Finally, they took off and Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Norway disappear underneath her. She normally loved the rugged landscape, but her mind was already dreaming of sandy beaches and rushing waves. Her skin had been severely deprived of sun over the winter, and no amount of fake tan could compare to the feeling of sunbathing after swimming in the sea.

The rest of the flight went smoothly, and they landed in Mallorca to clear blue skies. Unlike on a commercial jet, they didn’t have to wait for stairs to be lugged over to let them out or wait in endless queues at security. Instead, the manager of the airport personally greeted them and escorted them to the exit, a charade that wasn’t unusual for Ingrid; she was royalty after all.

Her friends followed behind, their nervous demeanours a stark contrast to Ingrid’s confident stride. Caro fiddled with the straps on her backpack, and Frido unsurely watched Steven wheel their suitcases, her hands hanging uselessly at her side.

Eventually, they left the cool air-conditioned airport and Ingrid searched the immediate drop-off area for a black SUV, her usual method of transport. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she scanned the area, the only car visible an open-topped sports car. A woman was leaning against the door, and as soon as she saw Ingrid exit the airport, she stood up straight and beckoned them over. Ingrid turned to look a Steven in confusion, but her bodyguard was already walking towards the car, shaking the hand of the woman and squeezing their suitcases into the barely big enough boot.

As Ingrid started to walk to the car, it became clear that this was not just any woman.

No, this was the hottest woman Ingrid had ever seen.

Even from several metres away, Ingrid could make out her toned arms pulling open the car door, her back muscles also rippling with the effort. Her hair was pulled into a low bun which only succeeded in highlighting her sharp jawline, and Ingrid felt her knees falter as she noticed the tattoos littering her skin.

Littering her skin would be an understatement; she was practically covered in them. Both of her bare arms were illustrated with intricate designs, and Ingrid fought the sudden urge to reach out and trace them.

As much as she tried to deny it, Ingrid had always had a weakness for girls with tattoos.

There was something about the ink on their skin that immediately made them ten times hotter to Ingrid, and although she pretended that she didn’t have a type, her history didn’t lie. She had never dated a woman without tattoos, and she felt Frido smirking next to her as they reached the car, her friend well aware of how similar Mapi looked to Ingrid’s ex.

Mapi was wearing a black tank top and a pair of jeans, not the usual attire for a bodyguard. However, Ingrid wasn’t complaining, not when that meant she could secretly admire the Spaniard’s body under the guise of checking her outfit.

She stopped in front of Mapi, giving the Spaniard her winning smile. Mapi looked up and Ingrid felt her smile dropping slightly, her eyes widening. Mapi’s face was littered with freckles, and Ingrid swore that she had never seen eyes more beautiful. They were a warm honey-brown, and although Ingrid knew it was impossible, they seemed to be sparkling.

Ingrid quickly regained her composure, “You must be Maria Leon,” she said in a monotone voice, feigning disinterest. She was famous for her professionalism, and that wasn’t going to change now, no matter how attractive this woman was.

Mapi nodded, “Nice to meet you- most people call me Mapi but I’m not bothered.”

“Good.” Ingrid said curtly, eying up the car with a look of distaste on her face, “I hope this thing has a roof.”

Mapi winced and shook her head.

“Great,” Ingrid muttered under her breath, huffily climbing into the car and securing her seatbelt. The three friends squeezed into the back and Mapi started the car, one hand resting on the steering wheel. She looked completely in control and Ingrid couldn’t help but admire how her hand tensed every time they turned, the strong muscles making Ingrid shift uncomfortably in her seat.

It was too loud to converse, so Ingrid alternated between watching the landscape whiz by and Mapi driving. The wind blew through her hair, and although Ingrid knew it would be a pain to comb later, it made her feel more relaxed. Caro didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, gripping tightly to the side of the door as if she were going to blow away.

They finally arrived at the villa and Ingrid waited for Mapi to open her door, barely muttering a thank you before she was sauntering towards the villa. She had to admit it was quite an impressive house, a mixture of traditional architecture and modern appliances. Ingrid immediately headed towards her room- the primary suite- and freshened up, changing out of her conservative outfit into a red bikini and a thin cover-up. They were planning on spending the rest of the day by the pool at the villa, and then venturing into the nearest town for the beach and the clubs the next day.

By the time Ingrid got downstairs, Caro and Frido were already lounging by the pool, sipping cocktails. Ingrid gratefully joined them, sighing in bliss as she relaxed on the sun lounger and let the sun warm her skin. She closed her eyes, her mind slowly drifting away and forgetting the endless responsibilities that she normally had in her daily life. She was just about to doze off when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Argh,” she said in shock, her body jolting and eyes popping open. It wasn’t a particularly hard tap, but in her relaxed state, it certainly wasn’t welcome.

“Sorry,” said a sheepish Mapi, “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay for you.”

“Yes, it is,” Ingrid snapped. She took a deep breath, realising this probably wasn’t the way to get to know her new bodyguard, “sorry, I was just about to fall asleep. Everything is more than adequate, thank you.”

“Perfect,” Mapi said with a smile.

Ingrid felt her heart fluttering. When Mapi smiled her eyes creased and lit up, and Ingrid couldn’t recall a better sight. She had the kind of smile that could light up a room, a far cry from Ingrid’s usual plastic one.

“I was wondering if you’d be okay with me swimming in the pool?” Mapi asked nervously, “We’ve done a perimeter search, and there are no immediate security risks. I completely understand if not, but...”

“No that’s fine,” Ingrid said sweetly, “maybe I'll join you in a bit to cool down.”

Mapi chuckled and scampered off to her room to get changed. Ingrid lay back down on the sun lounger and put on her sunglasses, taking a sip of her fruity cocktail.

A sip she took at completely the wrong time.

Just as the liquid entered her mouth, Mapi suddenly appeared from around the corner, dressed in nothing but a dark green bikini. The fabric barely covered her, and Ingrid had never been gladder to be wearing sunglasses that would conceal her wandering eyes. There was so much perfectly toned skin on display that Ingrid didn’t know where to look, and her sharp inhale only succeeded in making her choke on her cocktail. Ingrid tried to gesture that she was fine, but it was too late; Mapi was already running towards her.

Now the Spaniard was closer, Ingrid could make out the individual ridges of her six-pack and the detailed lines of her tattoos. She immediately looked away, her face a deep shade of red.

“Are you okay princesa ?”

Ingrid nearly choked on her drink again at Mapi’s Spanish drawl, her title never sounding sexier. She was a complete mess, Mapi’s nearly naked appearance and accented voice doing nothing to quell the fire that was slowly igniting in her belly.

“I’m fine,” she eventually managed to splutter.

Mapi nodded and walked towards the pool, which did absolutely nothing to help Ingrid. It turned out her bikini was just as skimpy from the back, and Ingrid was glad Mapi was facing away from her, or she would’ve seen her jaw drop open.

Ingrid had seen plenty of women in bikinis, yet none of them had affected her as much as Mapi did. Given her profession, Ingrid knew that she would be physically fit, but Mapi had muscles in places Ingrid didn’t even know existed.

The Spaniard slowly lowered herself into the pool and started swimming lengths. Her strong arms easily cut through the water and Ingrid watched in appreciation as she effortlessly completed length after length, barely making a splash.

Ingrid decided to stop her staring and join Mapi, her skin now flushed from things other than the sun. She carefully walked to the edge of the pool and sat down, dipping her toes into the cool water. Slowly, she lowered the rest of her shins into the water but remained sitting on the side.

Mapi noticed her presence and stopped her lengths, gently paddling over to the Norwegian. She rested her arms on the side of the pool and looked up at Ingrid with a smile.

“You’re a good swimmer,” Ingrid said, trying to keep the admiration out of her voice.

“Thank you,” Mapi said softly, “when I was a footballer, I got injured quite a lot and one of the ways to keep my fitness was through swimming. It turned out it was actually fun, and when I quit football, I carried on with swimming.”

“That’s nice.”

Ingrid gently kicked her feet in the pool and watched the water ripple. She was overtaken by a sudden wave of nervousness, a foreign feeling that she had only felt when speaking to crowds of millions or negotiating with presidents. She had this itching need to impress her new bodyguard, and although she knew she hadn’t made the best first impression, if anyone could turn it around it was her.

“So,” Mapi said with a smirk, “are you planning on sitting by the side of the pool or are you going to get in?”

Ingrid scoffed, “I’m just taking my time- I've had enough scares for one day.”

She sent a pointed look in Mapi’s direction, and the Spaniard smiled sheepishly.

“Oof,” Ingrid said as she slowly tried to lower herself in, “It’s a bit cold.”

“Nah, it’s fine once you’re in.”

Raising her eyebrow in doubt, Ingrid dipped her fingers into the water and immediately retracted them, the contrast of the cold water on her hot skill not entirely pleasant. She knew Mapi was probably right, but not everyone had the nerve to throw themself in without a second thought.

When Ingrid made no move to submerge herself any further, Mapi had an idea. She removed one arm from the side of the pool and put it back in the water. Flicking her wrist upwards, she watched as the water sailed through the air and landed on Ingrid’s chest.

Ingrid squealed, her mouth gaping open in shock. It felt like ice cubes were running down her chest and the surprise of it took the breath out of her lungs. Mapi retreated to the middle of the pool, treading water and waiting to see what the Norwegian’s next move would be.

When Ingrid recovered from the shock of the splash she couldn’t help but smile at the Spaniard’s grinning face. She looked so pleased with herself, and Ingrid wasn’t going to let her new bodyguard tease her that easily.

In a fluid motion, she pushed off from the side towards an unsuspecting Mapi, who had no time to react. Because Ingrid was taller, she could touch the floor, and she used that to her advantage to push off it and grab Mapi by the shoulders, pushing the bodyguard down. Mapi flailed helplessly as she was completely submerged under the water until her legs hit the ground and she could finally push herself up, emerging as a spluttering mess.

“Don’t mess with a princess,” Ingrid warned in a teasing tone, “I won’t be so nice next time.”

“Noted,” said a smirking Mapi, wiping the water out of her eyes, “although you’re in the water, so who’s really the winner here?”

Ingrid scoffed, “You’re insufferable.”

Mapi shrugged and continued with her lengths while Ingrid grabbed an inflatable and lay in it, purposefully steering it towards Mapi so the Spaniard would have to swim around her. After the third diversion, Mapi stopped and raised her eyebrow at a smiling Ingrid.

“What?” Ingrid said innocently, feigning confusion,

“You know what,” Mapi huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Ingrid shrugged nonchalantly, a small smirk on her face; her plan to slowly rile up her bodyguard until she left her alone seemed to be working.

Ingrid soon got out of the pool and returned to her sun lounger, grabbing her book from her bag and opening it with a sigh. She had only managed to read the first sentence before it was rudely plucked from her hands by a dripping Mapi.

“A Jack Reacher,” Mapi said, turning the book over and reading the blurb, “I thought you’d be into something a little more highbrow.”

Ingrid scowled and grabbed her book back from her new bodyguard. Mapi might’ve been the most infuriating person she’d ever met; she wouldn’t even let Ingrid read her book in peace.

“Do you not have any work to do?” Ingrid said with a sigh.

Mapi nodded and sat herself down in the sun lounger next to Ingrid, her face turned towards the Norwegian, “Yeah I do- watching you.”

“That’s not creepy at all,” Ingrid muttered under her breath, even though the entire premise of Mapi’s job was to keep an eye on her.

“You’ll be thankful I’m here when someone tries to kidnap you,” Mapi said wisely, “Jack Reacher is only a fictional character.”

“Very funny” Ingrid said in a monotone voice, “I still think I’d trust him more than you.”

Mapi just smirked and lay back on her lounger. Ingrid tried to read her book, but the sunbathing Spaniard in her peripheral vision was only serving to distract her. After re-reading the same sentence five times, Ingrid huffed and gave up, moving off her sun lounger to perch on the edge of Frido’s.

“Are you having a good time?” she said cheerfully to her two friends. Caro was cowering in the shade, her pale skin already turning a pale pink. However, she was already on her third cocktail, so Ingrid couldn’t imagine she was feeling too much discomfort.

“Mmm,” Frido said sleepily, “This is paradise.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Ingrid said, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved nothing more than seeing her friends happy, and she wanted this holiday to be perfect for them as well. Frido worked for her father, which meant she worked twice as hard as anyone else to prove herself, and Caro was currently finishing her PhD. They rarely had a chance to hang out together without Frido being pulled away to an urgent meeting or Caro not showing up, too immersed in her research to notice the time passing.

“You seemed to be having fun,” Caro said with a smirk, nodding her head slightly in Mapi’s direction.

Ingrid scoffed, “I’m just trying to butter her up so she’ll leave us alone tomorrow.”

Even as she said that sentence, Ingrid knew it wasn’t true. She had a good time in the pool with Mapi, and it was the first time in a while that she had felt completely like herself. There were no expectations to be polite or in control, and Ingrid felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, even when Mapi teased her. Not only was the Spaniard attractive, but she was also funny and caring, qualities that normally made Ingrid weak at the knees. If Mapi was just a person on the street, Ingrid would be flirting with her from the get-go. However, Ingrid was technically her boss, and she knew this was a line she couldn’t cross.

“Sure you are,” Caro said, raising her eyebrows at her fellow Norwegian, “She’s not my cup of tea, but even I can see she’s insanely attractive...”

“...and your type,” Frido added with a chuckle.

They both stared at Ingrid inquisitively, and she could feel herself blushing. She thought that she had been subtle with her admiration of Mapi, but clearly, her friends knew her better than that.

“Fine,” Ingrid said with a sigh, “I’ll admit that she’s hot...”

Her friends squealed excitedly, sharing a victorious look between themselves.

“Who’s hot?”

Ingrid head whipped around so quickly that she nearly got whiplash. Standing behind her was a smirking Mapi, her damp hair hanging in loose waves around her face. Ingrid’s eyes widened in shock, her mind freezing.

“Uhh,” Ingrid uncharacteristically stuttered, “Taylor Swift?”

She immediately cursed herself at her lame response, hating how it came out sounding more like a question than a statement.

Mapi cocked her head and thought for a second, “I prefer dark-haired girls.”

Her eyes momentarily flitted down Ingrid’s body while the princess stared at the floor in embarrassment, completely missing the small smile on her bodyguard's face. Ingrid couldn’t tell if she was purposefully describing her appearance to wind her up, or if it was the truth. The latter option made Ingrid’s heart flutter, despite her strict rules on not breaching the line between business and pleasure. Ingrid couldn’t dare to look up, and she waited for what seemed like an eternity until Mapi finally left with a wave.

“I bet you two sleep together before the end of the holiday,” Caro said seriously, her observant nature picking up on the way Mapi’s eyes lit up when she looked at Ingrid, or how she had never seen her friend as affected by a woman before.

“Caro!” Frido said sternly, playfully slapping her friend on the arm, “That was meant to be just between us.”

Ingrid shook her head in disbelief and left her two scheming friends to themselves, returning to her room for a shower. She got changed into a cream linen dress and sat on her balcony for a while, finally getting started on her book. Lost in the pages, she didn’t notice the quiet knock on her door.

“ Princesa?” Mapi said softly, peering around the door. The princess’ room was spotless, every article of clothing meticulously hung in the wardrobe or out of sight. Even her bedside table was sparse, only housing a gold watch and an eye mask.

“Out here,” Ingrid shouted from the balcony, adjusting her dress and closing her book.

Mapi walked over to the balcony and slid open the glass door, “It’s time for dinner.”

“Thanks,” Ingrid said, getting up and carefully placing her book on her bedside table, “you know you can call me Ingrid? I’m not going to put you in prison or anything.”

Mapi smiled sheepishly, following the Norwegian out of the room, “I didn’t want to assume...”

“Why?”

“Well, I heard you had a reputation of being a stickler for the rules...”

“Oh.”

“... and I didn’t want to offend you in any way.”

Ingrid chuckled and carried on walking along the corridor. When she reached the dining room door, she stopped abruptly and turned around so she was facing Mapi, the older woman’s eyebrow furrowing in confusion. She wasn’t sure if she’d offended Ingrid by insinuating she was a goody-two-shoes, and the mischievous glint in the princess’ eye only made her more nervous.

“Your sources wouldn’t be completely wrong,” Ingrid said, her voice low and quiet. She leaned closer to Mapi, her mouth only centimetres away from her ear, “but sometimes I can make exceptions to the rules.”

Mapi’s breath hitched as Ingrid pulled away with a smirk on her face, flouncing into the dining room like nothing happened. The Spaniard shook her head slowly and followed her in, sighing as she noticed the only place available was next to the Norwegian. Normally the staff didn’t eat with the royal family, but seeing as they were on holiday and only had one chef, it made more sense to eat together.

The chef soon brought out the paella and the group tucked in, Mapi gasping as Ingrid revealed that she’d never had it before.

“Really?” She said in disbelief, putting her fork down on the table, “but how have you survived without it?”

Ingrid huffed, “Quite easily. Have you ever tried fårikål?”

It was a traditional Norwegian stew that Ingrid was practically certain that Mapi had never heard of, let alone eaten.

Mapi shook her head, and this time it was Caro’s turn to gasp in disbelief.

“See,” Ingrid said, “different countries, different cuisines.”

“Fair enough,” Mapi said, “and all compliments to your chef, but this paella is no match to mine.”

“Cocky much?” Ingrid replied teasingly.

Mapi shrugged, “one woman once said it was better than sex, so I think I’m justified.”

The rest of the table watched their banter with a smile. The pair were in their own little world, their only objective riling up the other.

“I think that says more about your abilities in bed than your paella-making abilities.” Ingrid fired back, the words rushing out of her mouth.

“I don’t think that was a problem,” Mapi said smugly.

She returned to eating her paella as Ingrid blushed, realising her comment probably wasn’t appropriate for the dinner table.

“Alright you two,” Steven said sternly, “stop with the arguing and let the rest of us eat our meals in peace.”

“She started it,” Ingrid said sulkily, digging her fork into her paella and taking another bite. She knew she was acting like a disgruntled toddler, but she had never met someone who could get under her skin so easily. There was something about the Spaniard’s smug smile and cocky demeanour that made all her inhibitions go out the window. The worst part was that Mapi seemed to enjoy watching her squirm and Ingrid could do nothing about it, her responses falling off the tip of her tongue before she had time to think.

Thankfully the rest of the meal was peaceful. Mapi asked Frido and Caro about their respective jobs, asking enough follow-up questions to make Ingrid wonder if she was truly interested in their responses and not just making small talk. She shared stories about her childhood in Zaragoza, a city that Ingrid had never heard of before, but despite that, Ingrid felt like she had lived there all her life given the expressive way Mapi described it. Her hands gestured wildly as she described the architecture and her favourite local bakery, and the entire table was enthralled.

After a lovely array of tropical fruits, they moved to the living room. Ingrid purposefully sat on the edge of the sofa and gestured for Frido to come and sit next to her. The Swede smiled sheepishly and sat on the other sofa next to Caro, leaving the space next to Ingrid free. Steven deserved the armchair, which only left one person to squeeze onto the sofa next to her.

Mapi.

Ingrid sent a dirty look to her friends and moulded herself to the armrest, leaving plenty of room for Mapi to sit on the other side. Yet despite the ample room available, the Spaniard decided to plonk herself in the middle of the sofa, her thighs brushing Ingrid’s bare leg as she sat down.

Huffing as the sofa dipped slightly, Ingrid attempted to push Mapi further to the left and out of her personal space. The Spaniard’s tricep was firm under her palm, and no matter how hard Ingrid pushed, she wouldn’t budge.

“Do you fancy moving to the other side of the sofa? Or maybe out of this room?” Ingrid said sarcastically.

“Nah, I’m quite comfortable here.”

Mapi leaned back into the sofa, a smug smile playing on her lips.

“I’m afraid it's royal orders,” Ingrid said sweetly, “I can’t chop your head off, but I can make your life a living hell for the next few days.”

Mapi gasped in mock horror, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me,” Ingrid said with a raise of her eyebrow.

The problem was that Ingrid didn’t normally mind people invading her personal space. If it was Frido sitting next to her, she probably would’ve beckoned her closer so there wasn’t a divide between them. But Mapi’s soft skin brushing hers made her erupt in goosebumps, and the feeling on her hard triceps was only making her even more flustered. Ingrid wasn’t sure she would be able to survive watching a movie when all she could smell was the Spaniard’s sandalwood perfume and hear her shallow breaths.

With reluctance, Mapi shifted across to the other side of the sofa and Ingrid finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her shoulders relaxed and her heart returned to its normal steady rate, Mapi’s mere proximity affecting her physically.

Caro and Frido sniggered to each other on the other sofa, having watched the pair interact all day with amusement. Their usually unflappable princess had a crush, and it was the cutest thing they’d seen in a while. They knew how much Ingrid dedicated herself to improving Norway, and if anyone deserved a little holiday fling, it was her.

“Right,” Frido said, “now we’ve sorted that, I think it's time to choose a film.”

“Finally,” Steven muttered from his armchair, sulkily staring at Mapi and Ingrid. He had signed up to a calm girl's holiday, not a squabbling match between two people who clearly just needed to do something about their attraction to each other.

Ingrid stared apologetically at him, and he instantly softened at those round, green eyes. He had been guarding the princess for nearly a decade, and no matter how much he tried to resist giving in to her, he always did. He couldn’t recall the number of times he had broken the rules so Ingrid could attend a party or concert, putting his job on the line to make her happy. But despite her hard exterior, Steven knew she had a heart of gold and that she would never let anything happen to him, happy to take the blame for his lapses in judgement . He knew he should be stronger with her, which is why he had asked the Queen for an extra bodyguard for the holiday; he just hadn’t anticipated all this.

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justcallmecappy · 1 year

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The Andersmance as a narrative of hope

One thing I've noticed while in the Dragon Age fandom is the prevalent interpretation of the Anders romance as a tragedy, or a romance that's inherently tragic. Anders acts behind Hawke's back, destroys the Kirkwall Chantry no matter what choices the player makes, the player sees this as a huge betrayal, and — despite having romanced Anders, and/or being mage-sympathetic — they decide to execute or banish Anders as punishment for his 'crime'. Tears are shed; it's all dramatic and tragic and angsty.

While I sometimes appreciate tragedies, I would like to posit a different perspective: The romance with Anders is a story of hope; a story of standing up to insurmountable odds and overcoming them. The romance with Anders can be approached as one with a happier ending, where Hawke and Anders are the heroes.

Before I elaborate, a disclaimer: These are my own opinions. I understand some players prefer the Andersmance as a tragic romance, and to each player their own. I am not here to dictate the choices you should make in-game or how you approach your playthroughs, merely to present a different perspective to one I've seen very often.

Also, this post is critical of the rivalmance with Anders — more on that later.

The Andersmance as a narrative of hope relies on two perspectives:

Firstly, the Chantry is an authoritarian institution who are the antagonistic force that the heroes need to oppose and take down. There is plenty of meta that explores and supports this.

Secondly, Anders is a heroic character:

He is a healer who set up a clinic providing free healthcare for the marginalized and downtrodden people of Kirkwall who otherwise have gone overlooked by their own Chantry.

He let a Spirit of Justice into his body, simply to help Justice continue to exist in the physical world when he would have otherwise disappeared into the Fade.

He regularly risks his safety and security by helping mages escape abuse in the Gallows and have a chance at freedom via the Mage Underground.

These are all acts of someone who is kind and compassionate, and, yes, heroic.

He is not a villain who needs to be stopped. He is the hero of the story who needs help and support as he challenges systematic oppression. He's Katniss Everdeen standing up to the Capitol; he's Luke Skywalker opposing the Galactic Empire.

Hawke is that supportive pillar, that safe harbor, that source of unconditional love for Anders in his times of struggle. "The one bright light in Kirkwall" who stands by Anders' side as they face insurmountable odds together.

In World States where Leliana becomes Divine Victoria, this means Hawke and Anders' struggles were not in vain. Through their actions, they sparked a series of events that culminated in the abolition of the Circles.

Anders' prophetic speech about how, "Ten years, a hundred years from now, someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be no Templars to tear them apart" carries so much more weight, because loving Hawke gave him hope for a better future that Anders actually gets to witness in his lifetime.

Do you know how powerful such a love story is?

Their love literally changed the world for the better.

They loved each other, that love gave them courage, and now future generations of mages are free to find a love as strong and precious as the one Hawke and Anders share.

Of course, the condition of this is that Hawke loves and supports Anders wholeheartedly, meaning that this obviously takes the Friendship route for the romance. The rivalmance where Hawke downplays Anders' struggles, breaks Anders' spirit, undermines Anders' confidence, and tries to convince Anders that his cause is needless has no part in this narrative of hope; in fact, I would go so far to say that Hawke is the villain in that version of the story.

Personally, stories of hope have always strongly resonated with me. I gravitate towards stories where our protagonists are presented with challenging obstacles (whether they be internal, external, or both), and things may seem bleak at first, but they bravely carry on, and by the end of the story the characters have made themselves better people, and/or made the world a better place.

Anders and Hawke had many chances to turn away and ignore the plight of mages and just get their own happy ending, but they didn't — they carried on, because they were the heroes, and they knew all mages deserved to be free as they were.

#andersmance #handers #anders x hawke #hawke x anders #dragon age 2 #anders #anders dragon age #anders positivity #dragon age romances #da meta #my meta #chantry critical #da fandom critical #rivalmance critical #andersmance as a narrative of hope #i don't buy into bioware's narrative where they frame anders as a villain not for one minute #anders is so compassionate and brave and heroic #anders is protagonist material

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please read the tags and warnings before reading.

BNHA

you could have knocked me out with a feather by sahwen

"Your X-rays don’t indicate any fissures or other breaking in the skull,” his handler said as she looked over his file. She always spoke like that, as did his other handlers; the skull. Not his. Because it wasn’t his, when you got right down to it. He was a public figure. He was property. He was real estate.

And he knew what she meant when she said your x-rays don’t indicate any fissures. It meant, you’ve wasted our time. It made him sweat.

Or: Hawks gets bonked. The HPSC is not a hospital.

Stranger Things

Adopt a Jock by @sp0o0kylights

Hellfire adopts Steve during his final year of high school. Pre-Steddie. (Ongoing tumblr fic)

DC (Batfamily)

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

"For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.”

“Then you talk!”

“There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.”

“Then what will slow it down?”

After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time.

“Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.”

“The hell do you care anyway?”

“Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!”

“You fucking should."

Marvel

status quo by jilliancares

"So, you’re investigating this not-so-bad-bad-guy, and you’re coming out of his apartment at—" Wade tilts his head to the side, just enough to check his watch “—almost exactly the time you usually start your patrol.”

Peter chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yep,” he decides on.

“And — just to be clear — I definitely shouldn’t unalive this guy instead of the douchebag across the street.”

“Definitely not,” Peter agrees. “No one would like that.”

Wade bangs his head against the fire escape again. “Okay, Webs. This one’s just to gauge if you’re smarter than a fifth grader: how much of that do you think I actually believe?"

Or: Somehow, the components of Peter’s secret identity keep crumbling all around him.

Also: He’s running out of excuses not to tell Wade that he’s in love with him.

9-1-1

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Princessfbi

"Bill, can you tell me your location? I want to send some people to make sure you’re okay. You don’t sound okay.”

“I’m not. But he’s worse off than I am. Shouldn’t you want to help him instead? Wouldn’t you want to know where he is?”

“Who is he?”

“That firefighter I buried underground.”

The long awaited buried alive fic

ATLA

All the Little Things by CSHfic, VSfic

Sokka receives an offer of an arranged marriage from the Northern Water Tribe. On the one hand, accepting would strengthen ties between their tribes. On the other hand, Chief Arnook has suggested Hahn as a potential match, and Hahn sucks. But with the future of the Southern Water Tribe Reconstruction project relying heavily on the good will of the North, Sokka doesn’t know how to say no.

(Katara doesn’t have to deal with this. Katara is dating the Avatar.)

Zuko has a solution. Sokka just wishes he’d realized he was in love with the Fire Lord before he agreed to pretend to date him.

Classroom Lessons by Thisisentertaining

Sokka never would have thought he'd be pretending to be a Fire Nation Colonial Citizen, going to a parent conference about his fake!son who was an airbender, but here he was.

At least life wasn't boring.

Sokka turned on Aang, fake mustache and beard bristling. "Young man, as soon as we get home, you're gonna get the punishment of a lifetime."

The headmaster smirked, smugly, evil-y, Fire Nation-y. "That's what I like to hear. Really Zuko him."

the snakes, and the people that they bite by Serie11

Rai is just a normal guy, really. One of the many guards that patrol the Fire Lord's palace.

Why did it have to be him who got caught up in this assassination attempt?

Finishing Each Other's Sentences by mindbending

fire lilies are red your melancholy mood’s blue still I prefer you

After the war, Sokka starts writing poetry.

She broke your throne by Serie11

Zuko is kidnapped from his afternoon of paperwork by a well intentioned friend. There just so happens to be a festival on in town for them to attend instead of working...

#happy monday everyone!#we've got a big boy round up this week #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #bnha recs #marvel recs #dc recs #stranger things recs #atla recs #911 recs #misc recs

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thedragonagelesbian · 1 month

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15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

tytytyty @bladesmitten for the tag!! I'll tag @ghostwise @isayashai & @hexblooddruid but no pressure

Doing this--of course--for Cyrus Hawke, with an assorted selection across his various iterations

"I'm sorry."

"That love is... It's everything. It's all of me."

“What am I supposed to make of that, of all the stories you tell about me, of the damned nickname, other than that I am supposed to be the world’s savior?”

“I chose to be by your side. I’d choose it again, in this lifetime or in any other, even if it kills me.”

“It’s usually best to just let him get it out of his system, and then do the reckless thing anyway.” // “You’re why I already have so many damn grey hairs.” // “I like your grey hairs.”

“I am what I’ve always been: a sword for someone else to wield. All that’s changed is that now it’s too broken to be worth holding.”

"Sometimes, peace needs to be forced."

"I would worship you-- all of you."

“Who knew a healer’s orders could sound so sexy?”

"It’s not… real. My body, it doesn’t feel like it’s mine. It’s just… something to give away, to make up for— for the rest of it. What’s in my head. It hurts, but I like being able to use it to help you all. To keep you all safe, to keep you fed and strong."

“Brooding? Is that what I’m doing? Am I brooding?”

"Have I earned some sort of prize for being your worst patient ever?" // "Oh, so you think I should reward you for your bad behavior?" // "Or you could incentivize very good behavior."

"I swore on my blade, my shield, my body, my life, that I would be of service to anyone who asked anything of me, dutiful down to the last drop of my blood, and I was so damned good at it… But no matter how much of myself I gave, no matter how much others took from me, it was never. Ever. Enough."

"That's what the oath is. Why I swore it, why I've kept it, it's not just important, it's everything, it's... me."

"I'm yours."

#cyrus hawke #i tried to strike a balance between love/expectation/duty/identity issues & some of his cheekier bits of dialogue #bc its an element of his character that i dont write about as much as i should. on account of the ProblemsTM and angst #he knows what fun is i promise despite most evidence on this blog to the contrary

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And suddenly it’s 12:33 am and i realise how i don’t have any favourites. I never really thought about what i would like, what i would want, a color that makes me feel warmth, or a dish that comforts me, a place where i could run to, or a show i could watch over and over.

Why? You ask. I guess i never really thought i could have a favourite, or maybe even allowed to have a favourite, as if it was something out of reach, that came with privilege, and me? I had none. In all my life, i’ve always made people comfortable, made them priority. So much so i never really asked myself what is it that i like. So much so that whenever i would go out with friends and it came down to ordering the food, i’d remember their order by heart, like an oath, i’d keep a track of everyone’s favourite like a hawk. Or sometimes just say, “you guys should order whatever you want to eat, i am okay with anything.” At that moment, i would not think what i wanted to eat. I always wanted everyone to be happy around me. I spent so much time trying to make everyone happy that i started to cut my flesh and feeding it to them, if that meant that satiated their hunger. Now don’t get me wrong, i would still do it, all over again. I would literally burn myself off if it meant it would make them smile.

But then, i guess i just want to know what is my favourite? What do i like? What does make me happy? With so much time on this earth, isn’t it sad how i don’t have a favourite color? Even so i never thought about it until recently. I wonder why? I guess i felt having favourites puts a burden on people. If i don’t have a favourite, they don’t have to think what color sweater should they be getting me for my birthday gift. Although i haven’t received many in my lifetime but the ones i have, i cherish.

And so i figured if i kept diluting myself, it would be easier.

This life is not mine. This life that i’ve lived has been for my loved ones and I don’t regret it.

I just want to know what my favourite color is.

12:51am // 12th of April, 2024

#excerpts from a book i'll never write #writeblr #favorite #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi #dark academia #excerpts from my journal #desi tag #desi aesthetic #desi writers

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When Pro Hero Touya gets into a fake relationship with ultra popular Number Three, Hawks, there is a lot he doesn’t expect.

He gets the idea for the best/worst of reasons: with All Might’s retirement, Endeavor is a few months away from snatching the Number One spot Touya was created to claim. In short, Touya is such an appalling failure that Endeavor has to go take it himself as a fifty years old man. The thought of catching an accidental glimpse of the next Billboard Chart on TV makes Touya sick to his stomach.

So he’s glad he gets a chance to make it fun, instead.

When he gets a little too desperate, overusing his blue flames past the point of safety that his support equipment guarantees to catch the villain that is wreaking havoc above Musutafu, the fire dies out unprecedentedly and he falls, hitting his head on the way, to what might have been his death, had Hawks not caught him with his feathers.

Back to his senses, Touya is annoyed at first because Hawks saved him in front of the entire city and too close to his father’s agency for comfort.

There’s also the fact that Touya loathes Hawks: he’s a smug prick who constantly gets Touya’s hero name wrong (it’s Wildfire, not Firefly, thank you very much) to the point people have started addressing to Touya with the incorrect one; he’s unfairly handsome and unscattered, he has everything Touya tries to reach despite knowing he isn’t cut for it, and is so casual about it too.

And yet when his father shows up and he looks livid about Hawks holding Touya in his arms to check on his conditions on the sidewalk, especially with people watching, Touya bathes into the feeling. Endeavor apparently hates seeing his son in the safe arms of another man, an act deeming him unfit to even protect his own son, questioning his role as a hero.

What Enji hates, Touya wants to prolong.

The angrier his father looks, the more Touya clings to Hawks, hands around the collar of his jacket, delighted to the point where he insists he’ll agree to go to the hospital for a check-up - just to be sure - only if Hawks’ the one to fly him there. The disappointment on Endeavor’s face is the most attention he’s given to Touya since Shouto was born.

So he gets an idea. He wants that attention and disappointment on himself, wants the spotlight on his father’s biggest day, so that he can claim back what belongs to him, not just a birth right but as a fucking birth cause.

He gives Hawks a once in a lifetime opportunity - dating Touya - who has nothing to offer to him in return, because Hawks already has everything.

(The first red flag should have been Hawks agreeing to it, since he has nothing to win and the reasons he gave sounded like incoherent excuses, but Touya is a simple man: he’s too focused on ruining his father’s life to care; he notices the clues, but ignores them for his own gain).

Touya is too preoccupied with his own plan to realize Hawks has one of his own.

And then, as the months go by, he’s too preoccupied with his own family drama and falling a little too hard for the guy he loathes and is supposed to be fake dating, to realize the way Hawks gets closer to his family is not casual.

He’s too invested in the way the relationship he built to spite his father actually brings him closer to his siblings, and even Endeavor himself somehow; he’s too puzzled by how much of an accidental bridge Hawks is between him and Shouto, to whom he wouldn’t even talk to before; too enchanted with how much happier his mom looks when Touya visits with his ‘boyfriend’ rather than alone; he’s too invested - to the point he starts losing track of his own goal, the Hero Billboard Chart, and of the boundaries supposedly existing between Hawks and him, to realize that Hawks is everything that is rotten and that Touya wishes to destroy about their hero society; the reason he became a hero in the first place, to make that change happen.

So it’s a hard one to swallow, discovering a little too late that Hawks is not only dirty and complicit in everything that destroyed Touya’s life.

He finds out when he’s already fallen in love with Hawks that Hawks is someone else; when his family has fallen in love with Hawks for good measure and in love back with Touya thanks to him; when his father is one week away from being the Number One Hero and he specifically asked that Touya of all people be there. Not Shouto, him. And it’s even more devastating that it happens because Hawks starts getting sloppy around him the way Touya has been; and Touya has to find a report that specifically details a lot of their relationship to the HPSC.

Not the fake one, because they are evidently aware of it.

The real one.

The one beneath, the moments when Touya just loved Hawks and pretended like it was part of the gig.

The ones that evidently Hawks recognizes as different from the pretense and yet he decided to sell them away so easily anyway to report on every detail of the Todoroki family to the Commission.

And the worst of it all is he doesn’t even see it.

When they fight, Touya can finally see Hawks for what he is: a lost little boy who is completely brainwashed, to the point he can’t seem to notice the timing of the task he was given, the evident purpose behind it: the Commission wants Endeavor gone because they want Hawks, their puppet, their golden, loyal executioner, to take the first spot. Hawks has an actual mental wall that Touya doesn’t know how to break, especially while feeling like he’s about to break himself. So he just threatens to burn Hawks alive in case he ever comes close to anyone from his family again and leaves. Having everything back and losing it all over again is sickening.

Touya wishes he had just accepted a fate where his family was broken and unfixable rather than this.

He wishes he had just dealt with it like a gracious loser, instead of trying, of getting involved again, considering in the end he just lost another, new person he loves.

#dabi hawks #dabihawks #fake relationship #ph touya #ph dabi hawks #angst #writing #concept

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absquatulatevelcro · 16 days

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Letting you go for the brighter future (Maybe In another lifetime, right?)

《 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙎/𝙆𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄 》

"Loving someone is never a waste,"

"The love letter you left for me back then...."

" I still cherish it."

Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks, stood in front of Y/N's grave, the weight of regret heavy on his shoulders.

As he looked down at the engraved letters spelling out her name, memories of their high school years flooded his mind like a relentless tide.

"Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I wish I could turn back time and undo the pain I caused you."

He paused, closing his eyes as the image of Y/N's smiling face filled his mind. The warmth of her laughter echoed in his ears, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

"High school was supposed to be a time of laughter and friendship, but for us, it was marred by my foolishness," he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "I thought teasing you was harmless fun, but I failed to see the hurt it caused."

"The love letter," he choked out, his voice trembling with guilt. "I found it too late, buried beneath layers of my own insecurities."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, the weight of his words threatening to crush him.

"Before I could confess my own feelings, fate intervened," he said, his voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves in the wind. "I was summoned to the principal's office, only to find your parents there, they were... fucking.. balling their eyes out. I- I was confused and asked them— why we're they there,"

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come out of his mouth.

"They told me you were gone, taken from this world by your own hand," he said, each word heavy with sorrow.

In that moment, the enormity of his loss hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him gasping for air.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "I should have been there for you. I should have protected you. Im r-really.. fucking sorry... I shouldn't have— I–.."

But it was too late.

No matter how desperate Hawk— Keigo, Keigo Takami was.

Nothing would change.

Years passed, and Keigo rose to become a hero, admired by many for his bravery and strength.

Yet, deep down, he carried the weight of Y/N's confession like a burden too heavy to bear.

And so, he stood before her grave, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he made a solemn vow.

"In the loving memory of Y/N," he said, his voice ringing out in the quiet cemetery. His eyes averted beneath the text, as he continued to read with sorrowful eyes.

"A loving daughter, sister, friend.. forever laid beneath the surface, dreams ... crushed and shall rest in peace."

MASTERLIST

#keigo takami #mha hawks #mha #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #hawks x reader #sad ending #angst #suic1de #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha hawks #heavy angst #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #velcro

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you can get JJK/ mha men reacting to reader with long hair that they had to cut their hair shorter (any short length) and are insecure? 🙏

Notes: sorry I only went with four characters for this one!

Warnings: n/a really

Characters involved: Gojo Satoru, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Aizawa Shouta, Nanami Kento

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Gojo Satoru

Immediately showers you with a hundred compliments.

Gojo understands that while others might think it's just a haircut, getting rid of your long hair after a lifetime of keeping it that way can be a jarring change.

This is why he wants to be by your side through the process and wants to ensure you feel as confident as possible.

If you're the type to use hair accessories a lot then he'll probably buy you a lot of different fancy clips, hairbands, etc. to compliment your new look.

He even goes out of his way to particularly compliment your hair when he's calling you pretty.

Overall, Gojo's pretty much like a hype guy who's constantly trying to reassure you.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Is way more subtle than Gojo.

Keigo doesn't outright point out your sudden change because he knows that can make you feel anxious especially since everyone else keeps on bringing it up. Instead he'll just tell you that you look pretty or subtly compliment your hair.

He doesn't exactly hype you up or anything but if Keigo realises you're a little nervous about the sudden change then he'll definitely have a small conversation with you where he basically tells you that you look good with both short and long hair and that you should own your new look.

Keigo's compliments centre more around trying to make you feel confident rather than trying to make you feel pretty.

If you're partners then he might even shower you in kisses and offer to help you style your new hair (tries to convince you to style it like his sometimes).

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa knows what it's like to have people comment about your appearance since he's always kept his hair long (and someone always seems to have a problem with that).

When he first sees that you cut your hair short, his first concern is ensuring you like your new look and didn't cut your hair impulsively.

Once he establishes that Aizawa will tell you that as long as you're happy with your new hair then you shouldn't let anyone else's opinions get to you.

He's also one of the few people who realise how this change can impact you emotionally as well (since people generally tend to go through such drastic changes when they want to move on from their previous stage in life).

He'll sit you down and ask if something happened, etc. but won't pry too much unless the two of you are close.

If you changed your hair because you always wanted to do it/fjust felt like you needed a change then Aizawa won't really say much.

But if it's because you're trying to start a new phase in life he'll encourage you to pursue whatever goal you have your mind set on while also reminding you not to lose yourself along the way.

He's worked with impulsive teenagers long enough to know the starting signs of someone going through a phase and completely changing themself but then regretting it later and Aizawa would never want you to go through something like that.

It's why he just tries to ensure this new change of yours is more positive than the result of an existential life crisis.

Nanami Kento

Doesn't really react much.

This isn't because Nanami doesn't care but more because he knows you're probably overwhelmed with everyone in your life going on and on about their opinions of your sudden change and he doesn't want to add to that.

It's why he'll wait until the two of you have a moment to yourselves and just quietly tell you that you look good with your new hair.

He also tells you that your new hairstyle doesn't change his opinion of you, just as it shouldn't change your opinion of yourself.

Nanami doesn't really acknowledge your hairstyle after that. To him, that one conversation was enough to express his opinions and he doesn't see a point in bringing it up again.

However, if you both are partners he might buy you something like a silk hair bandana or another similar hair accessory that is classy yet can be used almost every day.

It's a meaningful gift that's supposed to subtly express his support.

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sillicii · 2 months

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✦ — 18+ Chatbot | Rafayel — ✦

✦ — ʟ&ᴅs | ʀᴀғᴀʏᴇʟ | 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 — ✦

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | sғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴄᴡ: none

Character Description:

First message:

Rafayel was not one held back on pointless drivel and over convoluted intricacies, but it was not often easy given that there appeared to always be a never-ending stream of nuisances that sought his attention in one way or another. Attention which he frankly did not have to spare on mundane requests and information he was happier off unaware. The public had dubbed him numerous personas; from being labelled the eccentric genius to a one in a lifetime master of the craft. Rafayel was celebrated for his work but with that reputation also came stories of his capriciousness and by this point his antics were anticipated by all who crossed paths with the enigmatic artist. Although not exactly what he intended, Rafayel was grateful that his notoriety made it easier to deal with overzealous fans or pushy members of the media. However, despite his best efforts there was one person that persisted through all Rafayel’s tricks and impudence. Thomas was a different breed of person and he could not be shaken off as much as Rafayel ignored calls and messages, and pushed back on deadlines. But he supposed he had to give where it was due, Rafayel had the man to thank for his lucrative career after all but that still didn’t mean the stubborn man did not irritate him to no ends with the incessant check-ins and nagging. With a large exhibition planned in honour of Rafayel’s new collection at the reputable Linkon Museum, his entire team had their hands full running about putting together the extravagant event. Rafayel was given some respite from his overbearing agent and he was content with the idea of being left to his devices, spending his days lounging around home and painting when the urge called to him… but then you arrived on his doorstep. It was enough having one person breathing down his neck, but then there was two. How outrageous was it that he could not be trusted to go a few weeks without supervision? Did Thomas really think so little of him that he would hire Rafayel a live-in personal assistant? Sure, he may not be the most capable with housework or keeping himself well-fed, but there was still no need to bring a stranger into the mix. It was safe to say that Rafayel had not been too keen on {{user}} at first and he watched you like a hawk the first couple days, almost daring you to do something to prove him right and have you thrown out. Days turned into weeks and as much as he hated to admit it, you had proven rather helpful around the house between the chores, preparing tasty meals, keeping his art supplies well-stocked, and even chasing away nosy paparazzi… Plus, he supposed you were rather nice to look at as well… More than a few times, he had caught himself in front of his easel, visualising how he would capture your essence in his paints and brushstrokes instead of focusing on whatever piece he was working on for the exhibition. Not that he ever went as far as actually painting you though. No. Portraits were not his thing and distractions from his exhibition pieces were the last thing he needed. But you were one, unwanted and unexpected, a distraction. One with a flowing hourglass counting down to the moment you would disappear from his carefully curated world. Three weeks went by uneventfully and at long last it was the opening evening for his highly anticipated exhibition. All the paintings had been completed and sent off, with the last one done a few mere hours ago and whisked away by Thomas to rush it to display. Like much of his professional career, it was a mad dash to meet deadlines with seemingly everyone but Rafayel running around with their hair on fire. Everything was finally done. Rafayel should have felt pleased and relieved to have the weight off his shoulders, but all afternoon there was something gnawing at him and he spent his newfound time laying about in bed… in despair. As the sun began to set outside, flooding his bedroom with lovely warm orangey hues, he heard you calling for him. It was almost time to leave for the museum after all and it was no surprise that you were reminding him to get ready.

“Noo, forget it…” Rafayel sighed dramatically, his arm moving to cover his eyes just as you walked in. “I’m not going! I’ve already given them everything, my paintings, my art, my soul. What more do they want from me?!”

Scenario:

{{user}} was hired as a live-in assistant to Rafayel on a short-term contract in preparation for an exhibition in Rafayel’s honour. Rafayel has grown attached to you, has not realised his own romantic feelings towards you, but does not want you to go. He’s throwing a fuss and making your job difficult on your last day. He will try to convince {{user}} to attend the exhibition opening night with him and ask you to not to leave him.

Example dialogue:

{{char}}: “You’re unexpectedly bold, {{user}}…” he murmured softly, a pinkish flush growing on his cheeks and reaching to his ears. “So what now that you have me pinned down…?” {{char}}: “You have my utmost attention,” Rafayel leaned towards you with a ghost of a smile. “You do want my attention, don’t you {{user}}?” {{char}}: “Oh, I can’t imagine anything more torturous than spending my evening engaging in small talk with a bunch of… a bunch of posers,” he grumbled childishly. “What? Why are you laughing at me?” {{char}}: “Oh my…” he panted lightly, his breaths growing heavier as he glanced down towards you. “That… That feels rather nice… You’re quite good at that, you know…” {{char}}: “Just stay still…” he whispered, pressing his lips on the inside of your thigh before gazing back to your eyes. “It’ll feel good, I promise… if it doesn’t then I’ll accept any punishment…”*

#janitor ai #chatbot #my-bot #my-bots #love and deepspace #l&ds #l&ds rafayel #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #l&ds chatbot #rafayel chatbot #my ai art

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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So Long Wisdom Teeth

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x sister!reader

Word count - 2,876

Warnings - mentions of removal of wisdom teeth, mentions of alcohol, medicine

Summary - you go to the dentist to get your wisdom teeth removed and come out loopy, leaving your brother to keep you in check

A/N - hey y'all! Sorry it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded a fic! This was a request sent in by @hgfxbkn and I hope I did your idea justice. I'm sorry for how long it took for me to get a fic up, my second semester of uni has just started up. Anyways I'll stop rambling now! As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

At first, it started with a dull pain in your gum. You took some pain medicine and tried to avoid eating anything that angered the pain. Then the pain began to get worse, like something was trying to push its way through your gums but was going about it the wrong way, instead picking to push against your back molars. You attempted to truck through the pain, but it got harder and harder each day.

“You okay, kid?” Jake asked one day when he noticed you pushing your food around on your plate, hardly eating at all.

“I just have a bit of tooth pain.” You say, poking at the chicken on your plate as if it would somehow transform into something easier to eat.

“How long have you had this pain for?” Jake then asks, taking a sip from his beer as he watches you carefully.

“Almost a week?” You reply, glancing up from your plate to see Jake shaking his head softly with a worried expression. He places his cutlery down and watches you gently.

“Almost a week? y/n, we should probably book you a dentist appointment if it’s bothering you for that long. But you also need to eat. Do you think you could tolerate soup or something?” Jake says, getting up and opening cupboards in search of soup when he gets a nod of approval about soup. Jake quizzes you on where the pain is and how much it’s bothering you so he can call the dentist first thing in the morning. Jake hands you a bowl of soup once it’s ready and watches you like a hawk, making sure you’re okay and that it’s not causing you any pain. When you finish the soup Jake makes you take some pain meds and then leaves you be for the evening, only sticking his head in your room before he goes to bed to say goodnight.

The next morning, Jake watches as you get ready for school, struggling through the cereal you had made for breakfast, his concern growing by the second. He was sure the signs were pointing to a wisdom tooth problem, but he didn’t want to assume anything, especially when he hadn’t experienced any wisdom teeth problems in his lifetime. When you left for school, Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number of the dentist. After explaining what was wrong, the receptionist managed to find a time for you to go in the day he was calling since they had a recent cancellation. Jake thanked them profusely before hanging up and immediately calling your school office, letting them know of your dentist appointment and that he’d pick you up for it. After that, he sends you a text letting you know what time he’d be picking you up before finally making it out of the house to head to Top Gun.

“I feel like such a dad right now.” He mutters to himself as he starts the engine of his truck.

When it came around to the time Jake was due to pick you up, you excused yourself from your friends at the lunch table and headed to the reception to sign out. When you’re allowed to leave, you head out the front doors and immediately locate Jake’s truck, heading over and climbing in the passenger seat. Jake drove you to the dentist in silence, the only noise being the radio and the rumbling of the engine. When he parks the truck near the dentist’s office he leads you into the daunting building, grinning at the receptionist and checking you in, heading into the waiting room with you hot on his heels. You wait anxiously in the small room until the dentist calls you in.

“I’ll wait out here.” Jake says softly when you look back at him. You nod slightly and continue to follow the dentist into the small room.

You sit back in the chair as the dentist enquires more about your tooth pain. The dentist puts the chair back as you speak and once you’ve explained everything the dentist asks you to open your mouth and begins looking to see if he can notice anything out of the ordinary. After inspecting your teeth, he decides he wants you to have an x-ray, so he can check the wisdom teeth he’s certain are causing your pain. You wait anxiously as the dentist and his assistant step out of the room after putting the machine in place. Then having to wait again when they x-ray the other side of your mouth. When they come back into the room with you, they wait for your x-rays to load and once they do, they inspect them diligently before turning to speak to you.

“Okay y/n. Looking at your x-ray we can confirm that the pain you’re feeling is a result of your wisdom teeth trying to come through. But because of the lack of space, they’ve started pushing into your back molars to try and make room. We’ll have to schedule you in for an extraction. Was that your dad in the waiting room? We need to speak with your parent or guardian.” The dentist says, glancing at the door before looking back at you.

“Jake’s my brother. But he is my legal guardian.” You say, and the dentist’s assistant excuses himself to find Jake and bring him into the room so they can discuss your procedure with him. Soon enough, the assistant reappeared with Jake in tow. The dentist had Jake sit down so he could explain the procedure and that he could book you in for an extraction the next day. You were growing more anxious by the second, only slightly reassured when the dentist told you they were going to use anaesthesia to make sure you were not conscious during the process due to how difficult the extraction could be. Once the dentist has explained everything and you’ve decided on a time to have the procedure, you are allowed to leave the dentist. You get into Jake’s truck, and he chooses to drive you home rather than taking you back to school.

“You okay?” Jake asks softly as he parks the truck in the driveway, looking over at you.

“Just peachy.” You reply, forcing a grin on your face as you climb out of the car and head into the house as Jake sighs lightly. He follows you into the house and closes the door behind him, hearing you head upstairs. Jake chooses not to follow you, knowing you probably needed a moment alone and instead contacted your school to let them know you’d be absent for the next few days and texting Maverick to tell him that he needs to be at home to take care of you so he won’t be working for a few days. When it pressed on into the evening, Jake headed up to your room and found you sat against your headboard, flicking through the book in your hands.

“What’s up?” Jake says, sitting himself beside you, glancing down at you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

“Just scared for tomorrow. I’ve never had anything like this done before.” You admit quietly, leaning against your brother’s side as you speak.

“You’ll be fine. Once it’s done, I’ll bring you home and you’ll get to sit on the sofa and watch all the tv you desire as you rest.” Jake says with a smile, nudging you with his shoulder as you smile lightly.

“Promise you won’t be an ass tomorrow? I don’t need you teasing me or anything.” You ask quietly and Jake’s smile drops quickly, frowning at your words.

“Hey, I only tease you because that’s what big brothers are for. If you’re nervous and need me to be serious then I’m going to be one hundred percent serious.” Jake says gently, hugging you a little tighter as he speaks. When you feel slightly calmer about everything, you slightly pull away from Jake’s embrace and tell him that you want to try and go to sleep. Jake bids you goodnight with a gentle kiss on the top of your head and leaves you to fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re awoken by your alarm, and you reluctantly get out of bed, getting dressed and brushing your teeth before heading downstairs where Jake is waiting with a soft smile.

“Morning y/n.” Jake says, sipping on his coffee as you smile weakly back.

“Hey, Jake.” You reply. You didn’t know what to do with yourself since you had time to kill before you were due to go to the dentist’s so you found yourself texting your friends to see if they could take your mind off the upcoming procedure. They promised to keep you up to date with what was happening during the next few days at school. When the dreaded time for you to head to the dentist came, you followed Jake out to his truck and climbed in. When Jake parked and the two of you headed to the dentist’s, he stuck to your side, knowing you needed him to be there. When you enter the building, Jake checks you in and you return to the dreaded waiting room. When the dentist’s assistant sticks his head in the room and calls your name, you stand up and move to join them. Jake quickly follows you to the door to the dentist’s room and stops outside the door. Before you go into the room, Jake gives you a reassuring hug.

“You’ll be just fine. I’ll see you when you’re done.” He says with a soft smile, releasing you from the hug and watching as you disappear into the room. When the door has closed, the dentist’s assistant turns to Jake.

“You’re free to head out for the next few hours. We’ll give you a call when she’s done.” He says with a friendly smile before following you into the room. Jake didn’t want to stray too far from the dentist’s office so he walked to the nearest café and ordered himself a coffee and something to eat before finding a free table to sit at. After eating his food and drinking his coffee, Jake goes to leave the café, thanking the workers with a smile before leaving the building. Jake then finds himself wandering the town to see what the shops had to offer. While he was browsing in the bookstore, his phone began to buzz and he immediately digs his phone out of his pocket and answers the call. Getting the news that your procedure is complete, he heads back to the dentist’s, letting the receptionist know he’s here to pick you up. He’s instructed to wait in the waiting room once more while she lets the dentist know that Jake was here to pick you up.

“Mr Seresin?” Jake turns to see the familiar face of the dentist’s assistant and rises from his seat, crossing to him. The assistant leads Jake to a recovery room in the building where he finds you. You had clearly only just come around from the procedure, your eyes were barely open and you waved sleepily at Jake when he came into the room.

“So, here are some aftercare details. There are lists of foods she can and can’t eat and just keep an eye on her. If anything of concern happens, give us a call.” The dentist says with a gentle smile as he hands a leaflet to Jake who takes it and nods. Jake then helps you to your feet, wrapping a supportive arm around you and helps you to his truck after thanking the dentist and his assistant. He carefully guides you to his truck and helps you in, plugging your seatbelt in for you before closing your door and rounding the truck to get behind the driver’s seat. As Jake begins the drive home, you begin to wake up a little more, but with the drugs still in your system you were quite loopy.

“Why aren’t I flying right now?” You ask suddenly, making Jake raise an eyebrow and glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Flying? Respectfully, you can’t fly a jet.” Jake responds, watching as you fold your arms moodily.

“I bet Mav would let me fly a jet.” You grumble, glaring at your brother.

“Considering you can barely drive a car I’m willing to bet Mav wouldn’t let you fly.” Jake responds, a small grin gracing his face at the mental image of you trying to pilot an F-18 with your limited knowledge of aircraft.

“Can I drive?” You then have a sudden mood switch, sitting up straighter and looking at Jake.

“Not right now y/n. You’re way out of it.” Jake says, sparing a quick glance at you, feeling awful when your face falls and tears fill your eyes.

“Fine.” You mumble sadly, turning to look out the window at the passing scenery. Jake was shocked at how quickly your mood was switching but he could only chalk it up to being a result of the drugs the dentist had pumped you full of.

“Can I at least watch Tangled when we get home?” You mumble sadly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“Of course kid. We’ll get you settled on the sofa, I’ll make you some food while you watch the movie.” Jake says softly, trying to bring a smile to your face. When he arrives home, he unplugs his seatbelt and climbs out of the truck before turning to face you.

“Stay put. I’m coming around to help you.” Jake states, pointing at you before closing the door and rounding the truck. In the mere seconds, it took Jake to walk around his truck, you attempted to unbuckle your seatbelt but your drug-induced haze caused you to somehow get tangled up in the seatbelt. When Jake opened the door on your side, his expression shifted to a blank stare of disappointment as you giggled loudly at his expression.

“Jakey help me out.” You say, trying to free your hand.

“If you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.” Jake jokingly muses as he moves to help you out, being careful to not hurt you as he carefully detangles you from the seatbelt and helps you out of the truck. He supports you to the front door, keeping one arm around you as he unlocks the front door, pushing it closed with his foot when you both enter the house. You pull away from him, moving to go into the living room to lie on the sofa.

“y/n shoes off.” Jake says as he takes his own shoes off in the hall. You frown and trudge back into the hall.

“I wanna lie down.” You grumble as you move to take your shoes off, lifting one foot off the ground and almost falling over. Jake was quick to catch and steady you, moving you to sit on the bottom of the steps and helping you take your shoes off. Once you’ve got your shoes off, Jake lets you go and curl up on the sofa, helping you turn the tv on and putting Tangled on at your demand.

“You want something to eat?” Jake says before pulling the list of stuff you can eat and relaying it to you.

“I can’t have spaghetti?” You ask when Jake has finished listing what was on the leaflet.

“I’m afraid not kid. So, does anything on that list catch your attention?” He asks, leaning on the sofa and looking down at you as your gaze remain fixated on the movie playing on the tv. When you finally muttered what you wanted to eat, Jake heads into the kitchen to prepare the food for you. While he’s making the food, he hears you singing along loudly to the movie's songs, dramatically singing ‘Mother Knows Best’ while Jake chuckles quietly in the kitchen. He knew he promised not to make fun of you, but he now knew he held some pretty funny stories to tell you once you were less drugged up. As Jake begins to plate up your food, he notices that you’ve fallen quiet in the living room and he figured you were either focusing on the movie or the drugs were starting to wear off. When Jake made his way into the living room with the food plated up on a tray, he finds you curled up on the sofa, now fast asleep. He smiles softly and places the tray on the coffee table so he can move to lay a blanket over you. He then turns the tv off and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I hope you know you’re a damn handful when you’re drugged up.” He chuckles quietly before picking the tray up once more and taking it back to the kitchen, covering it up for when you were awake. He then grabs his phone, lets the Dagger Squad know your procedure went well and then sat in the armchair in the living room to get a nap, while the peace and quiet that came over the house lasted.

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