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stuffs-n-fiction · 2 years

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Apollos flowers

An Apollo X reader x Hyacinth

Part 1

(The reader will be described as female because I am feeling a little self indulgent.)

With light steps you walk along the halls of the temple, holding your hands together as you approach your sisters. Your sisters of the temple, being a young priestess yourself. They had called for you as you were informed by the temples messenger boy. In the private chambers the rest of them already awaited you.

After the door falls closed behind you, you lift your veil, greeting them with a soft smile.

“Dear (y/n), we are so glad you came on such short notice.”

Said one of the sisters before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“We are so sorry to have called you here so late.”

You smile at her and the rest of them as you sit down to a cup of sweetened water with lemon.

“So, what occaision is of such importance to call for this meeting dear sisters?”

You ask, takinga a sip from your cup.

The eldest of your group stands up.

“Deat sisters, as priestesses of this temple of Apollo, I recieved a message from prince Hyacinth of Sparta.”

You all raised your eyebrows at this news, leaning closer.

Hadn´t prince Hyacinth been proclaimed dead?

“He requests a few days stay and conversation in our humble care. For he has stated, and it is also said, that he has been in contact with the god Apollo himself.”

All of you couldn´t help leaning closer and closer to every word.

“So I will ask of you to prepare your chambers here for stay and prepare before the princes´arrival.”

Finishing your drinks over some talk you soon all go to retrieve your things from your homes to bring for the stay at the temple. You recieve a small kiss to the cheek from one of the sisterrs before you let the sheer veil fall over your face once again.

“Be careful on your way.”

“I will. And I have a little guardian to accompany me as well, so no need to worry.”

You say as you look down at the guard dog that sat besides your leg.

You walk into the mild night and on your way back home to pack. You didn´t live too far from the temple, but you did live quite secluded. The reason you had decided to become part of the temple and a priestess was so your family could not marry you off. For you did not feel the need to marry and have family. At least not so young. You were only sixteen at the time. Quite old already for some standards but three years have passed since.

And you have come to love the feeling of family the temple sisterhood gave. It brought you joy giving hope to the people with thouroughly studied prayers and blessings . They were things you not so simply wanted to give up, having found meaning for yourself in them.

You toss a stick for the dog to fetch as you neared your small abode.

...

And between the stars, two golden eyes had looked out for her on her way home and back.

...

You sigh in content when you could finally lay down onto the cushioned sleeping mat, having set everything at it´s place and changed clothing into a light tunic to sleep in. Your eyes fall closed, letting much needed rest wash over you.

...

You were awoken by the sunlight and the chime of the waking bell that was rung.

Slowly you stood up to make your way to the washing chambers to refresh yourself. In the lonely hidden hall the messenger boy holding a few heavy looking furrs bumped into you. In a frenzy he muttered apologies, trying his best to not look into your face, as you were not in robe and veil. You were not too firm as to scold him, he was still young and clearly sent with a task.

You reached out your hand and placed it onto his hair, a sign of superiority but kindness.

“No need to worry, a good morning to you. There is no need to look to the floor, you have not disrespected me.”

Shily he glances up and bashfully looks at you as you continued on your way.

Reaching the room you give your body a quick wash in the cool water of the floors bath, rubbing in a bit of scented oil into your skin after, as to protect it from dryness and the sun.

You slip into your white linen robe, fastening a sturdy but thin leather band around your waist to hold it in place. Lastly you let the veil fall over your face.

...

Your morning routine had been the only calm part about your day as the rest passed by quickly with preparations for the high guest that was said to arrive that evening. All were sure to make the temple look even cleaner than it already was, preparing for rituals or blessings the prince might request and of course preparing his chambers. You were tasked to finish readying his room. Stepping in you looked over everything, placing a folded woolen knitted blanked onto the bed in case the prince needed another one for the night. You filled the small wash basin with water which stood next to the mirror on the wardrobe.

In all the room looked well prepared, with a few small welcoming trinkets placed onto the bedside table besides a vase filled with freshly bicked flowers.

...

You all weren´t sure what you expected to arrive as the prince, though a bit of a surprise it was.

He arrived on a strong mighty horse, accompanied by a few trusty men of his. A bit before arival they dismounted their horses. One of the sisters went ahead to guide them to the stables. Three of the five companions followed, taking all the horses with them. The other two stayed with the prince.

From the small distance you could see the prince seemed to not be too lavishly dressed and not of too much height with a strong physique.

Once standing infront of you, the sisterhood, he bows down before looking back up. It was hard to keep in a gasp of surprise at seeing his slender pointed ears and slitted pupils, a crown of hyacinth flowers resting in his kinky hair. He was a nymph. In respect you all bowed as well in greeting.

His full lips formed a smile before speaking.

“Good evening sisters of this temple. I must thank you for giving me stay in your care.”

His voice was pleasant, not too loud nor quiet; not too high but not too deep either. It was gentle and soft with a spark to it.

Your eldest answered after stepping forward.

“No need to thank us your highness. I believe you and your men are tired after your travels. Shall we go inside? We have prepared food and drinks and of course your chambers, for you are a welcome guest.”

He smiled again before you let your eldest lead the way with him and his two men behind, before following as well.

The evening went by with ease, though many of you couldn´t help the curious glances towards the nymph princes ears and pointed nails. He was no longer human, that was for sure.

As one of the youngest but still with the most expirience, you were the one tasked to lead the prince to his chamber.

Quietly you walked besides each other as you lead the way.

“This will be your chamber for your stay here. This key is for only this room.”

You open the door, leading inside.

“We have prepared for everything you might need, your luggage has been brought here as well. Is there anything you need more that I can bring to you your highness?”

You ask as he looks around the cosy room.

“I thank you for preparing such a pleasant stay, for now I am in no need for anything more.”

You give a small bow before starting to turn for your leave.

“Then I wish you a pleasant night your-”

“Wait.”

He cuts in.

“May I ask of your name?”

“I am sister (y/n) your highness.”

He studies you before giving you a smile.

“Very well, a pleasant night to you as well.”

You give another bow as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. You couldn´t help the small sigh of relief that left your lips as your nervousness eased. With that you went ahead and back to your own chambers.

...

The following morning went without trouble, with refreshing and dressing yourself and attending breakfast with the other sisters and of course the guests. Even if titles were respected, within the temple, one was treated as equal, so you dined together with the prince and his companions.

After you all had sat down and given your morning prayer you all moved to remove your veils. It was obvious that the guards tried not to stare as to not be disrespectful. The guardsmen were quite awkward to interact with you until Hyacinth casually broke the comfortable silence.

“May one please reach over the salt for me.”

The small bowl filled with salt was reached around from the other end of the table until it landed in your hands. You reached over and handed it to one of the guards who then gave it to the prince. The guard moved a bit stiff as if never having seen a woman before.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Answered the eldest with a smile.

...

After the morning meal you cleaned off the table while the eldest lead the prince to the private chamber in which to talk and pray. The guards were left there standing, not knowing what to do with themselves.

One of the sisters, who you got along with quite well to consider her as a friend, approached them. Even with the veil you recognised her.

“Would you like to help us?”

It was visible in their eyes that they tried not to take offence in the question of being asked to help with the dishes. You never understood how something as simple as housekeeping was viewed as unmanly.

“You do not have to if you do not wish to. It was just an offer. Though you can move on to the main hall or the outside garden if you wish for some peace and quiet.”

With that she left and brought the plates in her hands to the kitchen. Though, not only you, noticed the way the guard that had stood directly in front of her looked after her when she left.

...

You tended to the gardens in the still bearable sun with a few others, plucking unwanted weeds and harvesting herbs to dry out later. Walking back inside you crossed the main hall with a small basked of the freshly cut herbs and a ball of cord, when you saw prince Hyacinth kneeling in front of the statue of Apollo. Clearly he was in prayer, given the mumbles that left his lips, so respectfully you moved quietly along. Even if the nymph princes back was turned to you, it felt as though a pair of eyes followed your movement.

...

It was in the evening when suddenly things turned unpleasant. You had been on the other end of the temple when it had happened. The one guard had tried to force himself upon your friend who was trying not to cry too much in your arms while in front of them, in front of him. One of the sisters had heard her and acted fast in calling for others who then as three pried him off of her. Now he was put on his knees in the main hall, prince Hyacinthos and your eldest standing in front of him. The other four guards stood off to the side while you, the entire sisterhood, stood opposite from them. At the end of it all the statue of Apollo. The god who sees all to where the sunlight reaches.

“My loyal guard, what has overtaken you to dare to disrespect this temple in such way?”

He spoke calmly, but every word with the edge of a threat.

“Speak!”

“I do not know what had come over me, after she had spoken to me this morning.”

“Why? What had she said?”

He turned to face you, looking at you holding your friend with pupils that were only two slits. He looked dangerous. Predatory.

You cleared your throat.

“She had only asked if they wished to help with the dishes, seeing that they were looking for a task to do. We did not mean any disrespect on our behalf, we only treat everyone as equal.”

With no word Hyacinth looked back down to the guard again, the air having grown in tensity.

“I am disappointed how one of my trusted men would disrespect these holy grounds by not having his lust under some self control.”

With every word he rose in volume. Hyacinth flowers starting to bloom from his hair in a dark blue. Nails seeming sharper.

“You not just disrespected a priestess, you dared to disrespect the god Apollo along with it!”

The guard was now on his hands, bowing his head to the ground.

“Please your highness, forgive me!”

“I am not the one to ask for forgiveness.”

He turned to your eldest.

“You can only hope the gods will have mercy on you.”

It were the only words she spoke before she turned to walk into your group, leaving Hyacinth with his guard in the center of the room.

“I am merciful enough to not execute you, but you will no longer be allowed of any military service.”

Then silence settled in. A heavy, sharp silence that made the hairs on your arms rise. The sun was setting and only a few rays fell in on the scene. It had become deathly quiet with the guard trembling on the floor and hyacinth fuming in front of him. Then he looked up to the statue, as if making direkt eye contact with it.

All of you gave shouts of shock when the guard, as he started to stand back up to his feet, dishonoured and thoroughly scolded, dropped back to the floor.

A few of you rushed over, though Hyacinth didn´t move.

“There is no heartbeat, he´s dead!”

Proclaimed one of the sisters. A bit of medical knowledge had long been taught amongst each other.

All of you were paniced though Hyacinths voice cut in.

“Do not fret! Apollo has decided on his punishment. Ready a burrial.”

#greek mythology #hyacinthos #hyacinth #apollo #reader insert #apollo x reader #apollo x hyacinth #hyacinthus x reader #apollo x reader x hyacinth #greek mythology fanfiction #smut will follow

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anythingwriter · 3 years

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How Could You?

Bonnie Gold x reader

Warnings: death, angst, probably lots of swearing, teeny tiny bit of sexual assault. Requested by @soggypancak

Word count: 2,515 of pure trash

*My first imagine in over a year! Feedback is always welcome. I’m sorry if this sucks lol, it’s been a while!*

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The cold morning air made y/n shiver as she snuggled closer to Bonnie. Unintentionally they both fell asleep by the fire the night before, looking up at the stars as they talked about their love for each other, and how they hope to have a future. Aberama came out of his caravan that night going to put the fire out, but when he saw both the young adults curled up together asleep being warmed by that exact fire, he didn’t have the heart to wake them, so instead he put a blanket over them and admired their peaceful faces as they slept, praying nothing would ever corrupt them. Oh how he wishes he prayed harder.

“Bonnie,” y/n mumbled, she didn’t want to wake yet, but she was too cold to sleep.

“No.” Bonnie said.

Y/n giggled at her boyfriend, knowing he was tired as well but if she couldn’t sleep neither could Bonnie, she wouldn’t allow it. “I can’t sleep Bonnieeee.” She violently shook his shoulders with each word, hoping he would at least open his eyes.

“It’s pretty easy babe, just close your eyes,” Bonnie said with a smirk on his face.

Y/n gasped, and rolled over so she was laying on top of Bonnie and she pinned both his arms above his head. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at his girlfriend with his sly smirk on his face, one of the reasons she fell in love with him.

“That was pretty rude babe,” she mocked him. She stared down at him, admiring him, making sure she would always remember his face and every small detail about it. She let go of his arms and caressed the almost faded bruise on his chin from one of his previous fights. She loved him, and she knew the feeling would be forever. The moment didn’t last long enough for her though, Bonnie almost immediately reached up and grabbed his girlfriend's waist and quickly flipped them over so he was on top. Y/n let out a shriek at the sudden movement and couldn’t help the giggles that slipped out.

Bonnie too looked down at her like she did him, his eyes looking down at her with nothing but love and adoration for his girl. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “ I love you,” he told her. Y/n felt her heart swell at the declaration, knowing by the look on his face he truly meant it.

“I love you too.” She leaned upwards and gave Bonnie a kiss, it was slow and lazy because of the morning still clouding their judgement, but they both felt the love the other poured into it. Bonnie gave y/n’s hips a tight squeeze and when she gasped he took the opportunity and caressed her tongue with his. Y/n leant into the kiss even more, and moaned when their tongues met again, Bonnie winning the fight for dominance. The two broke apart with a jolt when they heard someone clearing their throat, and looked up to see Aberama looking at the two with a smirk. Y/n blushed and hid her face in Bonnies neck, while him and his father let out laughs together.

“Mornin’ love birds!” Y/n groaned at Aberamas loud voice, it still being too early for her. “Jesus Abe, could you be any louder?” “Course I could sweetheart, but I don’t wanna scare off all the deer,” he smiled down at her. Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed Bonnie off of her to sit up.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked. Bonnie stood up and dusted off his clothes and looked at his father, wondering the same thing.

“I’m not sure, we have everythin’ we need for a while, maybe a relaxing day? Sound good?”

Bonnie and y/n both nodded their heads, needing a break from the gypsy life. And with everything going on with helping the Blinders, they were both exhausted. Especially Bonnie. Bonnie looked down and smiled at y/n, reaching out a hand to help her up. She gratefully took it, and stumbled when Bon pulled her up with unnecessary force. He quickly steadied her and let out a quiet laugh, and gave her a peck on the lips. He turned and smiled at his father and led her towards their caravan.

When they both were inside Bonnie shut the door so they could get changed in fresh clothes for the day. Y/n undressed out of her clothes from yesterday and looked around to see one of Bonnies sweaters. She reached for it, knowing it would keep her warm for the day.

The man she loved was staring at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in his clothes. She could feel him staring, and she smiled to herself.

“It’s rude to stare Bon.”

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face and spoke back to her “It's hard not to when you look so beautiful in my shirt.”

She turned and looked at him, with a look of disbelief on her face, “You flatter me Bon.” They both let out a laugh. He reached forwards and pulled her close to his chest. He looked down at her smaller frame and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He loved her so much, he didn’t know what he would do without her, and neither did she.

She looked at him like he hung her the moon and the stars, and he looked at her like she was an angel from above.

“I love you Bonnie, I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Luckily for you hun, you’ll never have to know because I’ll be with you forever.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Bon, especially now with you working for that bastard Shelby.” Y/n could feel rage slowly boiling inside of her, she loved Bonnie but she hated him working for the Thomas Shelby. And he knew that, he knew the pain and anger he was putting her through, and he had his reasons why. He was doing it for them, to secure a future for them. A future they dream about, a future they pray for.

“I can keep this one babe, you know I would never leave you. Not until my last breath, and that’s years away from now!”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The two embraced each other in a hug, and then they finished getting ready, for a day of relaxing.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~

Aberama smiles as he listens to the laughter of his son and his girl echo through the woods. Never had he seen his son so happy, never has he seen his smile so big. And it was all thanks to her. The girl Aberama grew fond of, even thinking of her as his daughter. He knew nothing would break them apart, even if they were just young kids.

Their moments of peace were interrupted when a gun shot rang through the woods, piercing Aberama in the shoulder and he fell with a thud. Y/n let out a scream and jumped, Bonnie quickly shielding her with his own body. He wanted to run to his father and check on him, but his instincts took over and he needed to protect y/n from whoever was there.

“Hello, hello, we are the Billy Boys,”

Bonnie looked and saw men emerging from the woods, and he panicked not knowing who they were. How did they know where they are? Who are these men?

Y/n peaked out from Bonnies chest and saw the men and her heart sank. She was scared. A feeling she hadn’t felt since she got with Bonnie, always knowing he would protect her. She gripped on to Bonnies shirt tighter, and whispered his name to him.

“Shhh,” he turned around and shoved her in their caravan and grabbed his gun. “Stay here,” he ordered.

She didn’t want him to go, what if he got shot like his father? She couldn’t lose him, he promised.

“Bonnie please don-”

She was interrupted as he grabbed her face and kissed her. He needed her to be quiet, he didn’t want them to find her. He had to protect her.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked him “you promise?”

He looked at her tear stained cheeks and hesitated before answering. He reached forward and wiped another falling tear from her eye,

“I- I promise.” He gave her the best reassuring smile he could and walked back out.

Bonnie walked out with his gun raised at the singing men. Why are they singing?

“Drop the peashooter son,” the one in the front said. Bonnie assumed he was the leader, and so did y/n from her spot in the caravan, watching through the small window.

He did, knowing it probably wouldn’t be good if he didn’t listen.

The men walked over to Aberama and stomped on his chest, close to where he was shot. Y/n audibly gasped from her spot and immediately cursed herself. Bonnie heard her, and he prayed that these men didn’t.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked.

The man smiled a Bonnie, a smile of nothing but pure evil. “Who am I is the wrong question son, who do we have hiding in the wagon?”

Bonnies prayer wasn’t answered, because obviously the man had heard you too.

“Open the door lads!”

“No!” Bonnie scrambled towards the door as fast as he could, only for the men’s leader to grab Bonnies dropped gun and brutally hit him in the jaw with it. Bonnie could feel the bones break and immediately tasted the blood. Aberama groaned from his spot on the ground, trying to reach his son.

Two of the men opened the caravan door and reached for y/n, who had tears running down her face at the sight of Bonnie and Abe, having seen everything from her useless hiding spot.

“Bo- Bonnie.” She cried. He looked over to her and tried to give her his best smile, even with his broken jaw.

The men forcefully yanked her out and threw her to the ground. She whimpered and tried to crawl to Bonnie, only to be kicked in her back and fall to the ground.

Bonnie saw red, he tried to stand up just to be pushed down again. The leader of the group laughed.

“I see, she’s your gypsy whore isn’t she? How did scum like you,” he paused and reached for y/n and pulled her up to his chest, “pull a fine piece of ass like this?” He reached down and grabbed y/n’s ass, and she cried as more tears fell.

Bonnie now had tears falling too, he tried so hard to get back to her. But every time, he was forcefully kicked back down.

Y/n zoned out, too focused on Bonnies face. The only words she managed to make out were Thomas Shelby, fighter, and over.

She looked up when she heard the last word. Over? What did they mean over?

She screamed and tried to break free when they hit Bonnie again, her and Aberama could do nothing but watch. They both screamed and cried Bonnies name as the men tied him to a post, and y/n realized it was a cross. Her heart sank, she knew what was happening.

Bang

She jumped and fell to the ground when she heard it, knowing her Bonnie was gone. She knew what they had done, he was dead.

The man stuffed a paper in Bonnies jacket, his lifeless body just hanging there. A message, for Thomas Shelby. She knew something was going to happen when he hired Abe and Bonnie, nothing good comes from the Brummie Gangster. He brings death to everyone he meets.

The men walked away, singing their song again.

Aberama was the first over to Bonnie, screaming and crying his sons name. Yelling at him as if he could hear. His son. It was the worst pain he had ever felt.

Y/n was still on the ground, shaking and crying for her loss. She couldn’t look at him, it wasn’t her Bonnie anymore, it was just his shell. His soul and spirit were gone, there was no bringing him back.

Aberama looked over and his heart broke for the young girl. He may have lost his son, but she lost her everything. Her boyfriend, her best friend and all her firsts. Abe untied Bonnies body, and carefully laid him down on the ground. With tears still streaming down his face, he walked over to y/n and gently helped her up and walked her over to Bon. She may not of wanted to, but she needed to say goodbye.

Y/n sat next to Bonnies body, too afraid to look just yet. As soon as she looked at his lifeless face she turned the other way and hurled up everything she had eaten that day. She began to dry heave, unable to breathe from crying. Aberama rubbed her back and soothed the young girl. It felt like hours but after only minutes, she had calmed down and thanked Aberama. He walked away, giving her a moment alone.

She looked at his face, almost unrecognizable from all the blood. After moments of just staring, a new feeling took over her body.

Anger

She was angry with Bonnie for dying, angry at the stupid fucking singing men, angry at herself for making the noise in the caravan.

Maybe, just maybe if she was silent this never would of happened, he would still be alive.

Y/n reached for his shoulders and violently shook him, just like she had that morning, only now the shakes were full of anguish and not love.

“Ho- how could you Bonnie! You promised me, you said you would never leave! Y- yo- you promised! HOW COULD YOU?!”

She screamed and cried, her yells slowly turning to whispers. Her energy drained. The days events taking their toll on her.

Aberama heard her screams and rushed to the young girls side. He looked at his sons body and closed his eyes as he scooped y/n into his arms, slowly rocking himself and the girl. His shirt became damp, and he didn’t care.

For hours they sat there, in each other’s arms crying for their loss, both vowing to get revenge for their Bonnie.

As Aberama stood up to leave, y/n did as well. Abe left to do something and she had a feeling she knew what, but she wasn’t going to question it.

As his figure faded into the woods, y/n’s hand reached down to her stomach, feeling the ever so small bump…

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Casual Intimacy (Mark Lee x you)

a/n : it’s my soft hours I guess? I made this sweet Mark Lee imagine (well for me this is sweet. I want a boy like this... if you’re that kind of man dm me 😜)

fluff, no warning, no suggestive content but kisses, and just Mark being a wonderful man for you.

Happy Imagining Mark Lee as your s/o!

People often ask you how you can hold on to your “plain” relationship with your current boyfriend. You seriously do not like them bothering you about your relationship life, but you need to deal with it considering the fact that the man you are dating is the famous Mark Lee of NCT.

He is dorky in camera, and in real life too. You pray day and night to the angels to make sure Mark is not tripping on some random stone or bump a pole. Guess your prayer works, when you see Mark always smiling in front of the camera coping up and working so hard with his endless job.

You yourself work in a famous two Michelin restaurant in Seoul. You’re not going to lie, you met Mark lee on your duty. NCT was holding their debut birthday and you were appointed as the chef to cook for their meal that night. Apparently, Mark Lee was super fascinated by your dish and he requested you to come greet the team when your job in the kitchen is done. Your head cook lets you leave your station once desert is prepared and the plates coming into the washing room is clean.

That was five years ago, Mark Lee got love struck by your simple but attractive persona. His eyes couldn’t leave you as you answer their questions on the dishes and you congratulating them. They’re glad when they learn that you listened to their songs and followed their schedules, just that you don’t have much time to be like the other wonderful fans.

Mark Lee looked so intrigued on you and as you bow to them bidding goodbye, he just returned from the restroom. With his long legs trying to catch his other brothers, Mark happened to slip his number on a piece of tissue paper to your pocket and gave you a genuine smile plus a “thank you”.

You earned a good pay that night and even better, Mark Lee’s number.

Well, he isn’t your bias but come on who doesn’t have Mark Lee in their bias list? Want it or not, conscious or not, Mark Lee is always in the list. So, that night when you finish showering and eating a light midnight snack, you gave the number a shot.

You thought your message will never be replied, maybe Mark will have his phone in silent and only opened up messages from his contact list. You’re lucky when your notification bleeped and from that night both of you learn more about each other.

He kept your number under your name, plain business people say, you also thought maybe he wanted to call you for another dinner party. But the chats he had been sending was far from platonic business. It involves jokes, puns, memories of living in Canada (well you graduated from University of Toronto, but cooking is your passion), and even deeper like late night talks.

The relationship got deeper when Mark Lee called you one night, asking if he can meet you in the restaurant. He said he needed a good meal to write a song he was assigned for. You found no correlation between a good meal and writing a song, but believe it or not, Mark Lee came with one of the hottest selling song that month. Earning him a title of “King of Lyrics”

Since then, he called you again and again when he didn’t have the idea to write. You finally invited him over to your house when you got closer. Mark got to eat in your small dining table with a simple dish that was made with love and care that Mark said tasted better than any other dishes he ever had.

You laughed saying he is exaggerating, but Mark never exaggerates when he is with you.

“Be my girlfriend will you?” he one night asked after you teach him how to cook a proper egg. Despite him succeeding the challenge back in 2020, he still needs practice. He succeeded cooking eggs after knowing you for more than a year.

“Suddenly Mark? After you can make a perfect runny egg?” you giggle but nevertheless nodded your head.

His smile that night was even brighter than when he received any awards and praises. His eyes spark joys and emotions uncaptured by cameras. The world never knows how Mark’s true happy face looks like, but if his world is you, then the world knows!

For the first two year of dating, both of you are keeping it low. Dates happen in your house (your wage is enough to buy you a house). You always cook him foods, tried new dishes to him, earned a lot of complains on how the food is not “suitable for Korean tongue” which you always shrug off because he himself is a mix.

But thanks to his constant brave inputs, your dishes are perfectly blended and well known. News media and TV shows started to cast you in their weekend shows. You were offered a contract of a cooking show in a known broadcasting company.

Mark told you to go for it. He knew how happy you are about cooking, and his faith told him “if that is what was given for you, go for it.”

He was right. The internet loves you, they love your simple but tasty dishes. Your show was ranked the hottest that month, famous for helping college student eat a more delicious food.

NCT even did a special relay cam for it, each group were doing a challenge on following your recipes.

Mark was caught off guard on that live shooting day. His team consisted of him, Ten and Johnny.

And you may guess, things went wrong but in a chaotic fun way. When the three of them are together, they just speak in English and forgot all of the filters they should have.

Mark spilled his relationship when he accidentally said out loud “Of course I know how to do that, my girl has been teaching me that.” Mark boasted when Ten asked if Mark could make the egg benedict for their dish.

Johnny and Ten froze on screen, well the NCT members knew your relationship with Mark but they kept quiet. Mark realized what he has said was recorded and forever lives in the web. The comment section went wild and the fans are thrilled about the “mysterious girlfriend Mark has”.

He eventually spilled the truth on a press conference. You were there beside him when he faced the board director and when he sit in front of different mics and cameras flashes. No one knows but throughout the time, when your heart is beating faster than when you took your SAT and final tests, Mark Lee held on to your hand whenever you are answering a question directed to you.

The magazines are taking the favor of the rising topic, inviting you and Mark to take a photoshoot. When you were insecure about taking a picture with him (who has did countless shoots), he squeezed your arm when walking past you and gave a small proud smile as he went to change clothes while you start your personal shoot. No one saw that, but his quick reassuring squeeze boosted your confidence that day and the couple shoot was very nice! You could print that as your wedding pictures!

When the internet goes wild when they connect the theories and Instagram posts Mark and you both made (fans are the best in deciphering codes!), you now walk through the streets crowded by fans. All asking how is it like to date Mark, but not few also told you to screw off. One day when you both are going back to Canada for a winter break, the fans are crowding the way. You gulped when you have to walk pass them, but Mark looked so used to it. He just chuckled and landed a small hand on the back of your waist. With the manager hyung and bodyguard pushing to make way, you made it through the crowd with confident steps.

On the Christmas dinner, Mark was invited to your family dinner and vice versa. You had to attend their family lunch and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

“Mark, what if they don’t like me?” you asked on your bus ride to his house from the airport.

Mark laughed, he always laughed as his first respond, “Baby, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.”

You snorted, “You calling me baby is already suspicious, for three years we dated you “dude” me 70% of the time, “baby” was only like 10%”

He did the math, “Then what’s the remaining 20?%”

“You just call me “Bro” for the res of them.” You squeezed his cheek and planted a kiss there.

“I like it though, not too cheesy.”

He grew red. “Gosh I am having the Jaehyun syndrome. Why are my ears burning?!”

He was not 100% wrong, his parents were nice they grew fond of you especially when you helped his mother prepared lunch. Well you both arrived earlier and you decided to give a hand for the busy mom.

Mark sat next to you on dinner and when you were diving into a yummy Christmas pudding, his parents began asking you the “platonic questions asked to your partner”.

You almost chocked on your pudding when they asked “Are you seeing a future with Mark? Can you make our son happy and us too?”

You were not ready, you expected questions like where you work or where you live. They said “We can find all that answers in the internet, but not the answer to our question.”

Mark’s gentle kick from under the table by your side made you looked at him and he gave you that sincere smile only you have the privilege to see. He nodded slightly and shot his eyebrow to his parents side “Answer them… I am also curious of the answer.”

You grew red, it wasn’t the drink or anything, but his parent’s happy and relieved face when you nod your head and said “I am seeing a future with him, if I get both of your blessing.”

They love you and Mark was right. That night, you invited his family to join your dinner instead. The same question was asked from your parents to Mark and Mark was more than ready to marry you.

But your wedding bells did not chime that fast. He has his career and so do you, both of you just keep the stable relationship going on. Together facing the problems and obstacles in your relationship. Fights occur, bickering occur, threads of breaking up also happened once or twice… but both of you used that to build a stronger bond.

You always melt when Mark came home from a long day. After he showered and savored his dinner, he always ended up leaning on your shoulder in the big snuggle sofa both of you never regret buying. His head on your shoulder, his hand scribbling words to a paper and you whispering ideas to him which brought a big smile to his face.

Writing lyrics has been even easier for Mark, he blended your frustration with his, splattered some love words, and voila a masterpiece! People said his lyrics were relatable and both of you always keep it to yourself that “those happened in our life, no wonder it looked real.”

He always kissed you gently on your lips, tasting the faint cherry flavour of your lip balm. Mark’s lips tasted of medical lip balm, but you love it nonetheless.

You blinked and realized the flashing cameras in front of you. Oh right, someone from the hot magazine company is asking you a question.

‘Can you please repeat your question?” you asked politely to the lady holding out a mic.

She quickly nodded, “A lot of fans are wondering If you are still in a relationship with Mark. Mark was busy for the last months with projects and comebacks. And the interaction update from both of you are little to none. Fans suspected you were over with him, considering that Mark looked like he is the “plain” type in a relationship.”

You pressed a smile, hiding your urge to laugh out loud. Weren’t the fans always picturing Mark as their dream boyfriend? Why did they judge him as the plain boring type then?

You clear your throat and while looking through the crowds, you spot Mark Lee seated in the crowd with a mask and a hat, giving you a nod, and you turned your mic on.

“We’re still going strong; well I think love is not the type of grand gestures or explosive displays.” You started off and caught everyone’s attention.

“It’s made up of little things,” you felt your heart clench upon remembering all the small affections Mark always did to you. “It’s the little things Mark Lee did that say he is here, and he cared for me and that my life has intertwined so deeply into his that there was no need to think.” You take a pause to look at the audience.

Everyone looked impressed, but amongst them you catch one pair of gleaming proud eyes, the pair of eyes you’ve been waking up to for the last years, and the one you want to wake up to in the future years.

“It’s Mark’s casual intimacy that made us both stay strong and stronger.”

Applaud was heard through the room, you were holding your press conference because you were retreating from all the cooking shows and rumor has it you are going to marry Mark.

“Please pray for both of us, as we will be tying our bonds soon.” You leave the room after a bow and the man with mask and hat is already waiting for you outside the big crowded function hall.

His hand naturally makes its way to your waist and you never felt more sure to step into life with this man you love, Mark Lee.

“That was wonderful (y/n)~”

You smile, he did not dude you nor bro you nor baby you. “I love you Mark Lee,”

He leaned in for a peck behind the tinted black van window, “I love you most (y/n) Lee,” he winked and you rubbed your cheeks “Guess I have the Jaehyun syndrome now! Also I like it when you call me with that name.”

He quirked his eyebrow and smirked, “Don’t worry, you’ll be hearing that soon for the rest of your life.” He reached for your hand and kissed the knuckles.

“I met you thanks to your amazing handy work in cooking unforgettable dish.”

You rolled your eyes, “You were so amazed on my egg benedict Mark! How is that an unforgettable dish?”

He shrugged his shoulder, “I don’t know, something about you, cooking, and love made me this love struck and awfully amazed by simple things you did.”

the end

thanks for reading, put in comments for I’d love to interact with you on the story plot .. rant to me what you hate or like idc :D i want to talk with my readers! to thank you all for reading and spending some time here

omg i didn’t know if I made the right choice of making Mark Lee as this character, but I want it to be him.. I’ve been writing a lot of Jaehyun and Yuta fic and I guess Mark can be a refresher. Please let me know if someone else suits this better!

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ridetherain · 3 years

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Blood Moon Letters

Back to The Ninth Blood Moon

He set the fruitcake on the low table where Zelda had spread her letter to him. He snatched it up greedily and brushed his fingers gently over where she had once again written his name.

My Knight,

I can refute the Rito's belief that I have risen to join Hylia. The Goddesses of old created our world and entrusted the safety of Hyrule to Hylia who was a lesser Goddess. In that, we are similar, lesser to the one who gave us our sacred purpose. Hylia still guides me and hears my prayers, but I am not wholly mortal as I was Before. My powers awaked in a moment of consummate harmony between myself and the Golden Goddess. We both felt in the same instant affection and fear for her Chosen Champion. Our spirits aligned and her powers were able to use the bridge to fill the empty well within me. She raised me further the moment Ganon swallowed me whole and another bridge opened between us. Our love protects Hyrule, Link. You can be sure that you will have the time you need.

I pray for your safety daily. Hourly. Every minute that I have to spare is spent on you. The Betweens are lonely and I fear that the moments we have together are not enough to sustain your hope. Know that I am fighting and waiting for you and I will still be here when it's all over. I will come back to you and to Hyrule. The truth of my divinity is complex, but this you can be certain of. Our meetings each Moon are not a fantasy and I will return to you.

I will leave you with another memory to tide your spirit until our next meeting. Your generosity to the Great Fairy is not surprising to me as you have always be generous to a fault. When you were very small you lived in Zora's Domain. A group of Zora children adopted you into their circle and put you through an ever lengthening list of trials to prove your dedication to their club. It's quite lucky that you were Hylia's Champion. I doubt a common Hylian would have had what it took to be granted membership. The children taught you to swim and to dive and in return you kept their secrets and never resented them their hazing.

A little kindness can make all the difference in the world. Your kindness to a few Zora children changed their day and your kindness to a scared, lonely princess has held back the Calamity for a hundred years. My darling, I miss you.

After leaving, you grew up and they didn't. We returned together after you became my appointed knight and they were still the young children you had known so many years ago. We were not friendly yet, but you pleaded with me for their sake. I had never heard you speak before that moment! You wanted them to taste a salmon dish that I would often prepare while we traveled (I hope you have become a better chef since then or I fear for your stomach!) You swore to take on any task I requested and promised to lie to my father the King if asked about my studies. I doubt you ever noticed that you were effectively bribing a public official so that a few small children could have a bite of fish.

Your Zelda

#the blood moons #blood moon letters #zelda's letters #zelink #breath of the wild #rainworks

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Somebody else

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Requested by: @hakunamahtata

No one’s POV.:

With the again rising controversies around Hyunjin’s school history, the dancer was again called to a meeting with JYP. He had been to many meetings lately, sometimes with his group, sometimes with their managers. Most of the times they were discussing how the current investigations were going and how Hyunjin was supposed to act in public. At the moment he was making his way to the CEO’s office. This time, his members wouldn’t be with him but he hoped at least some of their managers would be there. Park Jinyoung could be quite scary if Hyunjin had to face him alone. The dancer knocked and after a curt ‘come in’ he opened the door and bowed politely. He was offered a seat and looking around, had to notice there were no other chairs prepared, so it seemed like it would only be him and JYP. The CEO’s face was serious when he explained that there had been no progress in refuting the bullying accusations. The mood was tense and Hyunjin, who had so badly waited for some good news, bit his lip, head hanging low. He had been anxiously waiting for something, something that would get the public’s sharp eye off of his every movement. When the dancer was about to leave the office, JYP sighed: “You know Hyunjin-ah, no matter whether these accusations are true or false, they are very harmful for the company’s image. I really wish I would have debuted somebody else.”

Hyunjin was numb. The buildings passing him on his way back to the dorm blurred together as his head spun and his heart ached. Was he not worthy to be an idol? Did JYP secretly believe the rumors and think that low of him? The dancer’s throat tightened but he wouldn’t cry, not this close to the dorm where the others would be able to see. Did his members feel the same as JYP? If they did, they’d probably be angry at him for crying when it was him who was holding them back. Did they regret having him on their team because he was hindering their success by putting the group in a negative light? Hyunjin’s eyes stung but he pulled himself together before stepping into their dorm. Chan looked up from where he had been working at the dining table, asking: “How did it go?” – “Still no progress”, the dancer answered emotionlessly. “Are you okay?”, the leader frowned. His donsaeng really sounded off and he knew the younger to be a bit dramatic, so not letting any feelings shine through was very unusual for him. Chan hadn’t even thought it possible for the younger to stay this calm when he was stressed. Hyunjin heaved a sigh: “I had really hoped for something. I’ll be in the practice room to dance a bit, y’ know, blow of some steam, clear my head.” Chan nodded. The dancer went to his room and changed into thinner, more comfortable clothes. When he was about to leave, the leader pressed a bottle of water into his hand and gave him a comforting smile. The smile Hyunjin returned ended up to be more of a grimace but Chan felt it’d be best to give the younger some space, so he went back to his laptop while Hyunjin left the dorm. The dancer’s plan wasn’t necessarily to blow of some steam, though that’d be a pleasant side effect, he wanted to improve some of his moves in their new choreography, that he wasn’t satisfied with yet. He was good at dancing, so if he could become even better at it, he might be able to shine a positive light on his group. He was determined to become somebody who brought his group forward, who his members could be proud of, he would become somebody else.

In the end, he spent longer than he had expected practicing. Somehow, he couldn’t get the moves down to his satisfaction so he went over them again and again and again. Looking at the clock, he realized it was already close to midnight. He had missed dinner with his group but that didn’t really matter. Maybe it was good that he missed his meal, couldn’t hurt dropping some weight. He had forgotten to take his coat with him on his way to the practice room. Earlier he hadn’t really minded, he had needed to cool off anyways, but now that it was night and his thin clothes were soaked with sweat, he couldn’t help but shiver. How ironic, Hyunjin now felt as cold as his heart had been feeling all day. Sneaking into the dorm, the dancer managed to get to the shower unnoticed. He took a hot shower to warm himself up went straight to bed afterwards. Initially he had been afraid that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with his thoughts running wild but now he had exerted his body so much that the exhaustion soon pulled him under.

When Chan came to wake Hyunjin the next morning, the dancer felt like he had been hit by a train. His muscles were on fire and he could certainly feel the mount of dancing he had done the previous day. Today he would be having vocal practice with Seungmin and Jeongin, which he was looking forward to. He wasn’t really confident in his singing, so he was glad to improve that too. Breakfast passed in a blur, probably because he was still half-asleep. “You ok, Hyunjin?”, Changbin asked, shaking the younger’s arm. The dancer blinked confused: “Sorry, tired still.” The rapper chuckled but let him be. Most of the members were gone for their schedules already, when Hyunjin was finally ready to head out. The two maknae’s were slightly annoyed because their hyung made them wait. They tried not to show it too much because they knew the older was having a hard time recently, but Hyunjin was able to see the annoyance in their faces. Again, he had held someone back, although he had promised himself not to. On their way to the studio, he trudged behind the two vocalists, guiltily gnawing on his lips. They needed to hurry so their vocal coach wouldn’t get mad at them and it was all Hyunjin’s fault. His youngest dongsaengs were stressed because of him and he really didn’t want to be like this. He wanted to be somebody else.

Vocal practice went quite good in the beginning, despite his throat feeling dry and slightly irritated. Maybe he didn’t drink enough when dancing yesterday, at least that was the most likely explanation to him. Hyunjin gave a scratchy cough, unable to keep up with the two vocalists. He had started to struggle about two hours in. Jeongin handed him some water while Seungmin gave him a crooked smile. They were doing their best to support their hyung, so he could feel proud of himself but the longer they practiced, the worse his singing sounded. Hyunjin was struggling to hit the higher notes and his voice sounded flat and emotionless. He continued to sip his water and clear his throat, frowning at the subtle ache in his throat. The dancer was straining to do better, singing his throat raw. Not only his throat was hurting, now hours later, his head had joined. He massaged his temples and noticed the side-glances the younger two shot him. Hyunjin gave them a smile and they continued practicing.

Their day consisted of only singing and when the three were finally free to go back to the dorm for dinner, even Seungmin and Jeongin, who were used to lengthy vocal lessons, had reached their limit. “Hyung, do you want to watch a movie with us later?”, Jeongin asked full of hope. Seungmin joined him: “Yeah, come on, that’d be so much fun. We could do something together without having to talk much. I doubt I’m the only one not wanting to use my voice much more.” Jeongin nodded in agreement. “As nice as that sounds, I already planned to go to the practice room and dance a bit after dinner”, the dancer raspily excused himself. He really wanted to get his additional practice in, no matter how tired he was. At least he wouldn’t need his voice to do that. The two maknaes nodded in understanding, though they would have rather kept their hyung at home. Thinking about dance practice, Hyunjin gave a little shiver remembering the previous night. He wouldn’t forget his jacket another time. “You ok?”, Seungmin frowned and Hyunjin nodded.

Hyunjin completely spaced out during dinner, planning which choreographies he should go over later. He made sure not to eat much, afraid to make himself sick by dancing on a full stomach. The dancer barely noticed the concerned looks he was given at the small serving he scooped onto his plate. “Seungmin told me you’d practice some more. Don’t overdo it, alright?”, Chan said, patting his shoulder when they cleared the table, “Oh, and take your jacket with you this time. I saw you leave without it yesterday but you were gone before I could stop you. We can’t have you get sick now, can we?” – “Ah yeah, I wouldn’t forget it a second time”, Hyunjin said with a forced laugh that hurt his throat. He made sure to leave right away, so nobody would try to convince him to stay back. He really needed to practice some more, so he wouldn’t hold his group back anymore. The dancer pulled his jacket around himself tightly to block the cold air and made his way to the practice room.

He was only an hour into his voluntary practice session when he started to regret it. The small headache he had developed earlier had turned into something much worse. The loud music and the jumping certainly not doing him a favor. He was tired and out of breath, the gulps of air burning his throat and drying it out even more. His muscles still sore from yesterday. Somebody must have turned the air-conditioning down, he felt cold although he had been dancing constantly. Hyunjin restarted the song, he had dizzily lost his balance during a spin and messed up again. ‘Just get it right once, then you can go home early today’, he told himself. Which was what got him through the next three hours of dancing. His hazy mind caused him to mess up more often than usual and the more desperately he pushed himself, the more he messed up. Apparently, some deity must have hurt his prayers because at ten after two in the morning, he dropped into the ending position, panting heavily. Finally, he had completed a satisfying run through the choreo. He was too tired to feel happy about it but he huffed a sigh of relief when he gathered his things and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His bed was waiting for him now. Despite having his jacket with him this time, the dancer was shivering, barely able to stop his teeth from chattering. He was still shaking when he kicked off his shoes and slipped into his bedroom. Too tired to take a shower, he crawled into bed with his damp practice clothes still on and promised himself to shower in the morning. For now, he just needed his thick blanket to hopefully warm up and rest his achy body.

The rest off the week passed in similar fashion. Hyunjin barely paid attention to or remembered what was happening around him, being to exhausted to do so most of the time. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt progressively cold as days passed. If it was from the fever he started to run or from the lack of food he consumed, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt cold, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t remember what it was like not to be in constant pain, as his muscles protested each movement and his throat burned with every breath he took. Hyunjin didn’t know for sure whether he had started to run a cold from that night when he forgot his jacket or if he just sang too much. Again, it wouldn’t make a difference because a little cold was nothing that would excuse him slacking off. He really needed to pull himself together. The dancer refused to be this sensitive young boy that would need comfort and affection for each booboo. It might have been cute when he was younger but he wasn’t like this anymore. He was somebody else.

Today, they had dance practice as a group again. Despite feeling like he had been dragged through hell and back, Hyunjin got up, determined to show everyone how much he had improved himself. He skipped breakfast because his throat felt too raw and swollen to swallow anything right now. Maybe that was his mistake or maybe it was just his sickness slowly getting the best off him but only half an hour in, the dancer started to struggle badly. His movements were sluggish and his head spun faster than his body ever could. They haven’t even danced that much yet but he was panting shakily. Minho changed the song, they would practice one of his best. He had perfected the moves to this one yesterday. ‘Come on, Hyunjin. Now is your time to shine’, the dancer tried to motivate himself. The first time, he already went all out, barely able to hear the praises he got from his members over the ringing in his ears. The second time they went over it, his energy was spent. Hyunjin almost made it to the second chorus when he lost his balance and everything went black. He felt himself crash into something or rather someone, Changbin he assumed, given how wide that boy’s chest was, before he was out completely.

Startled, Changbin tightened his arms around Hyunjin’s slim body and carefully lowered the unconscious dancer to the ground. Frowning, he took in the pitiful sight in front of him. The fallen in cheeks, decorated with dark eyebags and a pink flush high up on the cheek bones. Chan stopped the music before hurrying over. The other members gave them some space, waiting to step in should their help be needed. “Hyung, he’s burning!”, Changbin worried, prompting the leader to rest his own hand on his dongsaeng’s boiling forehead. Minho grabbed Hyunjin’s towel and poured some water on it, handing it to Changbin. The rapper gently dabbed it against Hyunjin’s face before brushing the stray hair off of his forehead and resting the cool towel their instead. Hyunjin groaned quietly, his eyes fluttered open and he glanced at his hyungs dazedly. Chan forced a smile, asking: “You with us now? How do you feel, Jinnie?” The dancer tried to answer but his breath caught in his throat. Changbin carefully sat him up as he coughed and opened the water bottle Seungmin handed him. When Hyunjin had caught his breath again, the older helped him drink something to soothe his throat. “I’m sorry, I-I’m really s-sorry”, Hyunjin choked out as the first tear ran down his heated cheek. “Now, why are you sorry?”, Chan whispered with a concerned frown. The younger just started to cry harder and Changbin pulled him into his strong arms, rubbing his back comfortingly. They were all stunned when Hyunjin spoke up again: “I o-only hold you b-back all the- all the time. The alle – allegations shine a b-bad light on the g-group and the – the entire company. I should have never – should never h-have debuted. It -It should have b-been somebody e-else.”

A heavy silence hung over the entire practice room, Changbin was the first to find his voice and whisper heartbrokenly: “Now, who told you that, Jinnie? You are our member, our friend, our brother. Why would we want anybody else?” – “JYP”, the younger mumbled. While the shock settled deeper over most of the members, a hot flare of anger short through Chan. It took all his self-control to not raise his voice, which would hurt Hyunjin’s head further. The fist he had balled by his side shook slightly and when he trusted himself to speak, the leader’s voice was icy: “He’s going too far. First elimination both Minho and Felix for completely illegitimate reasons and now this. I don’t care if he owns this company, I won’t let him break my members one by one”, then he softened a bit, “Listen Hyunjin, you should have talked to us instead of suffering by yourself. I know a few managers, they are not as powerful as JYP but he usually tends to listen to them. You don’t have to worry about him, okay? You are more than enough for us and like Changbin said, we wouldn’t want anybody else. What we want is our brother Jinnie to be happy and healthy again.” Only crying harder, Hyunjin pushed away from Changbin to wrap his arms around the leader. The oldest’s words had touched him deeply and all the emotions were overwhelming his feverish mind. “It’s okay. Just let us take care of you and we’ll have you well again soon”, Chan whispered.

Changbin carried Hyunjin back to the dorm, the poor dancer having fully worn himself down. He had tried to stand up by himself but had gotten extremely dizzy after only a few seconds. What Changbin was most shocked about was how easily he could carry his dongsaeng. Sure, Hyunjin had always been slim but this didn’t feel right. They were a bit slow, so Chan and Minho walked their pace, asking the maknae-line to go ahead and prepare some things already. Seungmin went straight to the kitchen to prepare some honey-lemon-tea. He had been surprised why Hyunjin was still struggling with his voice days after their practice but now it all made sense. Felix stood close to Seungmin, chopping some vegetable while he waited for the water in the pot to boil. He wanted to make them all some soup for lunch. Jisung almost ran into Jeongin, not seeing the maknae over the stack of pillows and blankets he was carrying. The rapper had tasked himself with setting up the living room, so the group could all hang out together and watch movies. Hopefully his hyung would see just how much they all cared about him. Jeongin raided the bathroom cabinet for medicine, laying the correct ones out on the coffee table. The he went through Hyunjin’s closet and picked a large hoodie along with the seemingly softest sweatpants he could find. They only wanted their brother to feel okay again.

After having some soup for lunch, they all filed into the living room, where Hyunjin took some medicine and washed it down with the tea. His chills eased up a bit under the mountain of blankets and his aching head rested on Jisung’s. Tangled in blankets and limbs belonging to his members, who all wanted to give him cuddles at the same time, Hyunjin still felt sick but he doubted he could feel anymore okay than he did surrounded by his brothers because they loved him and not somebody else.

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the-girl-in-the-box · 3 years

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Not Today VIII

A/N: So... Eleven pages in Microsoft Word! We're in for a long chapter, it seems! But the plot is thickening tonight, and we're FINALLY getting toward the good stuff, if you catch my meaning. So, please enjoy this chapter, and I'll be posting the next on Wednesday! Skål!

Summary: When Ivar takes the throne of Kattegat, Lagertha flees to Wessex along with Björn, Ubbe, Torvi, and the Bishop Heahmund. There, they seek the aid of King Alfred. This aid comes in the form of his sister, Aethelind, who agrees to travel to Kattegat and try to reason Ivar, who she spent some time with during their youth, when her grandfather King Ecbert hosted Ragnar Lothbrok in their castle. Now, she is the only hope for Lagertha and her supporters to retake Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless.

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The meeting was called before anyone was ready for it. Granted, a few nights ago, Torvi and Ubbe had snuck into Aethelind’s chambers and attacked her, made her defend herself in the middle of the night, and she had defended herself well enough that, were they enemies to her, she would have survived. But still, none could have seen this coming.

That had been a moment of pride for Torvi, realizing the training they were giving her was more than paying off. She’d grinned and embraced the Princess once she had succeeded as she was meant to, as had Ubbe, and the group had fixed up the area, picking up anything that had been disturbed in the fight.

There was still a good way for Aethelind to go, though. They all knew that. That was why none of them understood why this meeting was being called. Only Alfred and Ubbe seemed to know anything.

So, they all sat as they had before, though Aethelind had arrived with Torvi. They were talking quietly about what might be going on, approaching the room arm in arm as if they’d known each other all their lives.

“I know we have been discussing how well you have been progressing,” Torvi was saying, “but we have all agreed we were not yet ready to send you.”

Aethelind frowned slightly, her brows pulling together. “Perhaps Alfred wants a report? To hear how I’ve been doing so far? I know he’s been watching me train often, but…”

Torvi gave a small shrug. “Perhaps,” she said. “Or perhaps he wants to tell us something else. Ubbe has been helping your brother become a better warrior. Perhaps…?”

Aethelind shook her head. “No,” she said. “He wouldn’t bring us all together this way to just tell us how he’s made progress. Probably, he wants to hear how I’m doing from all of you."

Torvi nodded at this, and shrugged. “We’ll see,” she commented, and the women stepped into the room.

Everyone else was already seated, and Aethelind grinned a little to Alfred, a silent apology for her and Torvi’s lateness. He simply smiled and shook his head, waiting on the two to get in their seats. Once they were both situated, he began.

“I believe it is time to send Aethelind to Kattegat.”

There were varied responses from everyone aside from Alfred, but all were some degree of shock. Well, aside from Ubbe, that was. He seemed to be the only one who had expected those words.

“Are you sure of this?” Lagertha questioned, frowning at the thought. “She has become a very well trained Shieldmaiden, but the risk of sending her too soon…”

"Is great,” Alfred finished for her, and nodded. “We know this. But…” He took a deep breath, and sighed, before gesturing to Ubbe.

“King Harald means to attack Wessex,” he said. This also caused a shocked response. Ubbe waited patiently on things to quiet down. “This is why we want to send Aethelind to Kattegat now. You may all choose to argue if you wish, but I believe she has enough training to survive. Assuming she is ever attacked. But if Harald is coming, then she will not be able to leave until after he has come, and gone, and there are too many variables surrounding that to know if we can even get her out at all. So, King Alfred and I wish to call the vote now, as opposed to whenever else we may call it, on the subject of sending Aethelind to Kattegat immediately.”

Aethelind felt as if her heart had dropped into her stomach. Immediately? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, but this was so sudden. She wasn’t even sure how to take this. Her eyes turned to Torvi, who gave a small shrug. Clearly, she had also been caught off guard. Aethelind then looked to Lagertha, Heahmund, and Björn. None of them seemed to know what to think of this, but then Alfred was saying, “My vote is a yes,” as was Ubbe. The vote then went to Torvi, and Aethelind watched her with wide eyes.

“You... have become a very talented fighter,” she conceded. “You know how to use a sword, a bow, an axe, and a shield. You can best both myself and Lagertha, and hold your own well against Ubbe and Björn. You can also best Bishop Heahmund. The chances of a Ragnarsson attacking you are low, I would expect, and I wouldn’t expect anyone else to be as efficient in hurting you. For that reason… I’ll vote yes.” The young Shieldmaiden looked a bit like a startled deer, even as she gave her vote. She could think through what needed to be done, but that didn't mean she wasn't stunned by it.

Aethelind felt her heart beginning to beat faster as she then turned her eyes to Heahmund.

“Harald wasn’t a part of any of our plans,” he began. “We’ll do all we can to defend Wessex, but should he break through… I do not want you here, Princess. For your safety, I vote yes. You should be in Kattegat, or at least on your way, before Harald arrives in our fields.”

Next, was Lagertha. All eyes turned to her as she took a deep breath. “The vote… must be unanimous,” she reminded the council, her eyes focusing on the table. “We are weighing the Princess’s safety here in Wessex, against her safety in Kattegat. Unless she is somehow discovered to be working for us by Ivar, she should be safe there. If this discovery is made, we have prepared her the best we can. So, the question is asked: Is the Princess safer here, or in Kattegat? With the approach of King Harald’s army, a sort of fight she has not been prepared for… I must say I believe she will be safer in Kattegat. I vote yes.”

And that left Björn. When Aethelind turned to look up at him, she found he was already looking at her. He appeared contemplative, and she remembered their fight in the marketplace, a few weeks ago. If someone attacked her the way he had, she would be dead. That must have been what was going through his mind, too, she figured. After a few long moments of silence from him, he eventually asked, “How do you feel about this?”

The question stunned Aethelind, though… In the end, it did make sense. She would be the one going to Kattegat, or staying in Wessex. It was her life hanging in the balance. Her eyes again looked around the table, and met every pair of eyes looking back at her. “We could keep me here for an entire year, and perhaps never decide I am ready,” she said. “Or, just three more days. But if this King Harald is already on our doorstep, or nearly so… We may never get that chance. I know you will all go to battle, and I know my training does not prepare me for such. The combat I have been trained for is not that which is found on a battlefield. So, you will all go to battle, and I will remain here, hoping and praying to God for your victory. I am no fool, though. We may pray for God to intercede on our behalf in things, but… Our will is not always His. Prayer does not always win a battle, much as we may wish it to. Now is the only time we are guaranteed the ability to send me to Kattegat. If we wait, and Harald wins and reaches Wessex, there would be little reason to send me. He will only come if the Sons of Ragnar are no longer able to stop him, meaning there would be no son of Ragnar away from Kattegat, who could return to rule it. It’s true that this would mean there is a chance I have been sent for no reason. But I believe I would be safer in Kattegat, away from the battles, than in Wessex where Harald’s army could reach me. So, if you are asking for my vote, Björn…”

Aethelind sighed as her eyes returned to his. “I would request to be sent immediately, as jarring as it may be.”

Once her answer was given, Björn nodded, and gestured to her as if to say, Then you have my vote as well.

“The vote is unanimous,” Alfred said, nodding. “Aethelind, go prepare to depart at once. I’ll have a ship prepared at the docks with all haste. We must see you off before nightfall. Hurry.”

The Princess nodded, and got to her feet. She wasn’t surprised at all that Torvi also stood. “I’ll join you,” she offered. “Two can prepare more quickly than one.”

Aethelind gave her a small smile as thanks, and the two hurried off.

Once in the halls, Aethelind picked up her skirts and took off in a hard run, Torvi rushing after her. They moved as quickly as they could to Aethelind’s chambers, where they quickly got inside and began stuffing clothing in trunks. Torvi had begun trying to fold the clothing, making it neat, but Aethelind stopped her.

“I can rearrange on the boat, I’ll have little enough to do,” she said. “And time is of the essence now.”

Torvi nodded and did as Aethelind said. When it came to it, she put a sword in the trunk as well, wrapped up in the clothing. “Choose if you wish to wear this once you arrive. But I would not arrive wearing it. That may yet warn Ivar of your purpose there.”

Aethelind thanked her, and was soon tossing in the last piece of clothing. She and Torvi shut the trunk, and she sighed. “This is it then, I’m afraid,” she said. “A few more hours, and I’ll be on my way to Kattegat.”

Torvi smiled at her, sensing the younger woman’s nerves. They’d worked quickly enough, so Torvi took her hands, and led her to sit on the bed, still smiling gently at her. “You are ready,” she said determinedly. “I believe that. You have good instinct, and you are charismatic. If you do not feel ready when you arrive, I believe you could pass off an interest in training as an interest in learning more of our culture. They’ll like that- Ivar especially. They’ll see it as a Saxon Princess becoming Viking. No one would have to know it was further training, unless you wish to sell the story that your parents chose to have you both trained.”

Aethelind nodded, and gave Torvi’s hands a squeeze. “Thank you, Torvi,” she said. “For everything. I’m going to miss you dearly while I’m in Kattegat, but I hope to see you again someday, once all this is done and peace is achieved.”

Torvi smiled at her sweetly, and brought up a hand to cup her cheek. “You are one of us,” she said. “You have become a Shieldmaiden, like any other. Aethelind, you are my sister. Lagertha’s sister. And you are blessed. Whether by your God, by ours, or perhaps by all… You are very talented, and you will do well in Kattegat. They’re going to love you there.”

This earned a warm, wide smile from Aethelind, who then leaned forward to embrace her. “I love you, Torvi,” she said softly. “And I will see you again one day. I believe that. In the past months, I’ve come to love you all. And so, I hope that you will all greet me on the docks of Kattegat soon, when you have come to claim it again.”

Torvi smiled at that, and nodded silently.

The door to Aethelind’s chambers opened then, and both Torvi and Aethelind straightened up to see who was entering. It was Judith, who shut the door behind herself, and paused to look at her daughter, whose hands still held the arms of the Viking woman before her.

Tears had already gathered in Judith’s eyes, and Aethelind gave her a sad smile, standing and going to embrace her. “I take it Alfred has told you?” she asked softly.

Judith nodded, and said, “My beloved daughter, being sent to Kattegat to negotiate peace…” A wet laugh left her, and she shook her head a little. “I somehow didn’t expect this day to ever come.” When she pulled back, she reached up to cup the girl’s cheeks- for in her eyes, she still saw a young girl, not the suddenly grown woman who truly stood before her. “Your father would have been… so proud of you,” she whispered. “And I believe he goes with you, as you make that same journey he once did. I only hope you return to me, and this is not goodbye.”

“It won’t be,” Aethelind promised, now cupping her mother’s cheek gently. “I won’t be gone long, just long enough to secure peace, and then I will return home.” Judith gave a small nod.

“I’m sure you will,” she said. “I’m proud of you. Everything I admired in your father, I see reflected in you, now. Your brother is the legacy of his mind, but you are the legacy of his heart. His heart was with the Vikings, in Kattegat, and I see yours is as well. I only pray that God goes with you.”

“He will,” Aethelind assured her, and gave her shoulder a slight squeeze. “He knows His plans for me, and I believe they are in Kattegat.”

“As do I,” Judith confessed. “Though it breaks my heart to send you into such an unknown circumstance. But know that my love goes with you as well, and I will look forward to seeing you when you return.”

Aethelind smiled, and nodded. “Will you not join us at the docks, to see me off?” she questioned, and Judith shook her head.

“No,” she said. “No, I have to prepare here in case Harald’s forces do reach us. It will keep any spies he’s sent out from finding things too quiet here, and realizing something is happening. Your brothers are both waiting on you in the courtyard to bid you farewell there, for the same reason. Bishop Heahmund will be taking you to the docks. It’s better you travel with a smaller party, and a Bishop and a Princess travelling is easy to explain.”

As much as she didn’t like this, Aethelind knew it was true. “Very well,” she said. “And so… I must say goodbye to you here?”

“I’m afraid so,” Judith answered.

Aethelind swallowed, but gave an understanding nod. “Alright,” she said. “Then… I suppose we should do that?”

It hadn’t yet even begun to get dark by the time they’d said their goodbyes, but servants were called to take the trunk of Aethelind’s clothing down to a carriage, one which would go ahead of her and the Bishop to the docks. Once that was done, she went down to the courtyard to say goodbye to her brothers, and the Vikings who had become like another family to her.

Everyone had already gathered when she, Torvi, and Judith emerged from the castle, and Lagertha stepped forward first to meet the Princess. She opened her arms to the younger woman, and embraced her warmly, a small smile on her face. “You’re going to make us proud,” she whispered. “I am sure of it.” When she pulled away, she held Aethelind’s shoulders in her hands, and continued, “I knew your father, Princess. Well. It was my farm he stayed in when he first came to Kattegat, with myself and Ragnar, and our children.”

Aethelind’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Athelstan, and she swallowed, smiling. She’d not heard much about him, not really, from the Vikings, though she was sure it would have been known by them that she was his daughter. So, to hear Lagertha speak of him now… She was finding herself getting a bit emotional already.

“He was one of the best men I’ve ever known,” she said. “You remind me so much of him, and it is for that reason I know you are the one meant to do this. This is your fate, and your destiny, Aethelind. You are brave, and strong, and you have his heart in you.” Lagertha put her hand over Aethelind’s heart, and it was all the Princess could do not to let the tears building in her eyes spill over. “Go now, and make him proud, just as you will us.” Aethelind nodded, and hugged Lagertha tightly again.

“Thank you,” she whispered to the older woman. “Thank you, Lagertha. You don’t know what those words mean to me.” Lagertha smiled at the words, and held her just a little tighter.

“Aethelind, Princess of Wessex, child of the North, daughter of Athelstan,” she began. “The favour of the gods is with you.”

Those words struck Aethelind, and she swallowed hard, before pulling back and looking at Lagertha with a smile. She squeezed her shoulders, and nodded. “I will see you again,” Aethelind said. “Before Valhalla.”

“I hope so,” Lagertha agreed. She brought Aethelind’s head down, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now go, and may the gods go with you.”

Aethelind nodded, and released Lagertha, moving now to Ubbe who stood just behind her. He smiled warmly at her, and when he embraced her, he did so in the sort of way that made her feel completely enveloped by him. He held the back of her head in his hand, and rested his chin on top of her head. “You are strong, Princess,” he told her. “And, you are ready. Be careful of Ivar, but do what you’ve gone to do. If there is anyone who will get through to him, I believe it is you.” When he pulled back a little, he looked down into her face, then continued. “Keep your mind clear,” he said, his fingers touching her temple. He tapped them there, and she chuckled softly. “You’re a smart girl. You think like him. Use that.”

She nodded a little, and then he pressed his forehead to hers, her own hand lifting to cup the back of his neck. “Thank you, Ubbe,” she said. “You’ve given me much wisdom, and I take it all with me.” He smiled a little, and patted her shoulder with his free hand, his other thumb brushing over her cheek. It was quite an intimate display of affection, for what the Saxons were used to seeing. In fact, they found it rather inappropriate. But Ubbe had become like a brother to Aethelind, just as his wife had become like a sister to her.

“Go,” he said. “You have a long journey ahead of you. We should not keep you.”

Aethelind smiled, and nodded a little. One more tight embrace, and she moved to Torvi, who took her hands. “I have already said what I wanted to, before we came here,” she confessed. “Remember all I have taught you, all we have taught you, and we will see you again.” Aethelind gave another nod, and then she was embracing Torvi, the two women holding tightly to each other.

When they separated, Aethelind kissed Torvi’s cheek, and told her, “I hope to see you soon then, sister.” Torvi smiled widely at these words, and nodded, before releasing her to…

Björn.

Before she had a chance to say anything, he had begun to speak. “You are small,” he said. She seemed confused by this, but he added, “Use this to your advantage. If you find yourself in a fight, do not stop moving. Never stop moving. You were on the verge of that when we fought in the marketplace, and it was what kept you on your feet so long. If you must escape, it is better to do this than to die.”

Aethelind nodded, and then Björn smiled. “My mother is right. You are much like your father. It is his heart in you, as she said, that we see. The people of Kattegat loved him. If they see that same heart in you, then they will love you as well. Just as we do.”

This brought a soft smile to her face, and Aethelind hugged him tightly. “I’ll miss you, Björn Ironside,” she said softly, and he chuckled.

“You will not have long to miss me, I’m sure,” he encouraged her. “So go on, Shieldmaiden.” Aethelind looked up at him, and he kissed her forehead. “I will see you again before Valhalla.”

Aethelind nodded, and the time finally came for her to say goodbye to her brothers, those related to her by blood. Alfred and Aethelred stood together, and both smiled at her when she approached them. No words were spoken just yet, before they were both embracing her, and she smiled at the familiar feeling.

“I can’t imagine what has brought this on,” Aethelred said with a chuckle. “I’ve not been overly involved in this. But I know you’re going to do… whatever it is you’ve got to do, very well.”

Alfred nodded his agreement. “She will,” he said. “And I look forward to hearing everything when you return, Sister.”

Aethelind looked up at him and nodded with a warm smile. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll have many tales to tell.”

“Good,” Alfred said. “Then go. We will pray for your safety, your security, and your swift return.”

Aethelind nodded, and they both kissed her cheek, before turning her over to Bishop Heahmund. When she reached him, he offered her a kind smile. “Your things are being taken as we speak to the docks,” he informed her. “Are you ready to follow them?”

She knew if she looked back, she would want to take more time with her family. Of course, they had all promised her, and her in return, that they would reunite again. Before Valhalla. But she knew that the Lord worked in mysterious ways, and that the Vikings believed the same of their gods. Any promise could be made, but that didn’t mean they would be able to be kept. The Vikings were meant for war within days, and Aethelind herself was going into the heart of the enemy’s territory. Who knew what the future held?

So, Aethelind nodded. “Let’s go,” she said. The Bishop nodded in return, and then gave a curt nod to all those behind her, before turning to begin his walk to the docks with the Princess.

Unlike him, Aethelind did not look once more at her family, though she would perhaps one day wish she had, and followed Heahmund. She didn’t pause when she crossed the gates, nor at any point as they journeyed to the docks. When they did arrive, she only waited as long as needed to get her things on the boat that would take her to Kattegat. As they waited, Heahmund gave a small sigh.

"Be careful with him,” he said suddenly. “I know Ubbe has warned you, but I feel the need to warn you as well. Ivar the Boneless is a dangerous man, but he does still have the side to him which you speak of, that you remember from your youth. I am almost certain that is the man you will encounter, when you first arrive. If you’re lucky, and if you do things just right, you may only ever encounter that man. I just want to warn you to never forget that the other man, the dangerous, ruthless one who murdered his brother, is still there.”

Aethelind nodded a little, swallowing. “Thank you for your warning, Bishop Heahmund. I’ll keep your words in mind while I’m in Kattegat

He smiled, and then the captain of the boat that was to be taking her came to tell them they were ready to go. With that, Aethelind let out a short breath, and turned to Heahmund. “That’ll be me, then,” she said with a small smile. He chuckled softly, and embraced her.

“Take care of yourself, Princess,” he said. “You have earned the right to be called Shieldmaiden. Go now and prove it.”

Aethelind grinned, and looked up at him. “I will,” she promised. He cupped her cheek affectionately. Though she had believed she would see each of the Vikings again, looking at her, Heahmund somehow felt this would be their final meeting. Something in him said he wouldn’t see her again.

“Warrior Princess,” he said quietly. “Beloved by God.” He paused a moment, and smiled slightly. “Farewell.”

Aethelind could feel the finality in his words, could tell he didn’t believe they would see each other again. And the way he spoke, she felt the same way. “Farewell, Bishop Heahmund,” she almost whispered. “Take care of Lagertha. She doesn’t need it, but.. She deserves it. We both know that.”

“We do,” he agreed. “And I will.”

Aethelind smiled, and nodded, before pulling away and going to board the boat. He stood and watched once the captain was on board as well, the small crew taking it out to sea. Both Warrior Bishop and Warrior Princess watched each other as she was carried away, until the boat was just a speck on the horizon for the Bishop. He waited a little longer, until she had disappeared entirely, to turn, and begin his walk back to the castle

Likewise, Aethelind watched until the coast, and all land, had disappeared from sight. At that point, she turned, and looked out to the horizon. Wessex was now behind her, and as she held the mast, watching the sea stretch out before her, something deep inside her felt as if it woke, called for the sea, for the fjords she sailed for. The daughter of Athelstan was finally making her way to Kattegat.

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hi hi!! hcs for nobu, hideyoshi, yuki, and ieyasu finding out that the (female, if possible!) reader has a twin sister? if ikevamp is fine, then also arthur and isaac! you can disregard hideyoshi and ieyasu if u want! 💞

Hi hi, love! ❤😊Thank you so much for the request! And sorry for taking 2 million years to get to this lol! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you have a super good day!❤🌻 @x-jodi-x

Headcanon: MC with twin sister feat: Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Yukimura, Arthur and Isaac

Nobunaga

When Nobunga found out you had a twin sister he was shook ◉_◉

In his books siblings, or well families for that matter, was not to be trusted

(；一_一)

But then you told him all about your twin sister and what a good relationship you had with her and that you missed her so much （>﹏<）

And as if the universe heard your prayer

Low and behold the wormhole picked up your sister and dropped he off at the gates of the castle ｡◕‿◕｡

She walked in easily and was super confused at everyone addressing her as “princess.” (^^ゞ

That’s when she spotted you walking down the hallway (≧▽≦)

She legit sprinted to your side and tackled you in a hug ＼(^o^)／

Cue Nobunaga walking out of the council room

Whhhhhaaaaat ⊙△⊙

How are there two of you �(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

He keenly examined both of you and grabbed you by your hand to pull you away from your sister in a tight embrace ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Be gone imposter (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

“Oi listen here you demanding little brat..” your sister legit took your hand to pull you back into her embrace (ง'̀-'́)ง

“If you want my sister, you are going to have to go through me, we were parted once, and I’m sure as hell, not ganna be parted from her again”

(／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧

Your twin and Nobunaga had an intense staring contest (¬_¬)

Finally, you broke the silence and cleared up the misunderstanding, reminding Nobunaga of the conversation you had had with him about your twin

And then you turned to your sister and introduced her to your devil king boyfriend (◠‿◠✿)

She legit looked him up and down suspiciously, “You sure this one makes you happy, cause I saw a cutie with a beauty mark under his eye as I was wandering around..” (；一_一)

At the sight of your beamingly happy face your sister reluctantly gave you her blessing ¬_¬

But that by no means met she let Nobunaga completely off the hook

The two of them would bicker all of the freaken time and 100% compete for your attention

Even though Nobunaga and your sister fought like cats and dogs, Nobunaga still felt it only right to ask he permission to marry you

One day he stomped up to your sister’s room, while you were out in the markets helping Mitsunari |*▼皿▼)

“So you want to marry my sister, and what makes you think you are good enough to marry my sweet cute sis, huh?” (≖︿≖✿)

That is when Nobunaga told your sister everything that he loved about you while wearing the most gentle of smiles (◕▿◕✿)

“Fine, you can marry her… if you beat me in a shoot of” (¬‿¬)

And your sister and Nobunaga shook hands and sought out Mitsuhide to have a shoot-off, naturally your sister won (Which low key impressed Mitsuhide big time)

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Your sister took one look at Nobungaga and knew he truly did love you so she smacked him on the back and said with a huge smirk, “Welcome to the family Nobungaga, just remember if you break my sister’s heart, I will break your face.” (◠‿◠✿)

Nobungaga smiled his devilish smirk, perhaps families and siblings genuinely aren’t that bad

Yukimura

Both you and your sister had travelled back in time together

You sister was shyer and more reserved, so she spent more time reading with Ieyasu, Mitsuhide and Mitsunari (✿◠‿◠)

While you would explore the markets and go on adventures with Masamune and Hideyoshi (◕▿◕✿)

You had taken a liking to a certain boyish merchant and soon the two of you were in a relationship

You had told Yukimura that you had a sister but forgot to mention that she was your identical twin

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

After gushing about Yukimura to your sister, she was intrigued at the type of man who could make her beloved sister so happy and wanted to meet him

The two of you walked around the markets together when you caught a glimpse of Sasuke (◕‿◕✿)

The two of you stopped and chatted with the ninja

That’s when Yukimura spotted you (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

He rubbed his eyes cause he thought he was seeing doubles (*ﾉω-)

The closer he got, the more his confusion grew ◉_◉

He tapped you on the shoulder and both you and your sister turned around at the same time (｡◕‿‿◕｡)

“Witchcraft!” (ʘ言ʘ╬)

Yuki backed away, slowly, pulling your sister into his arms, “Dummy, quick let’s run, it seems like an evil enchantress has stolen your appearance.”

(∩╹□╹∩)

Just then your sister flicked Yuki on the forehead, and when he looked into your sister’s eyes, he realized that she was most definitely not you

�(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

Meanwhile, you and Sasuke were laughing at the fact that Yuki couldn’t tell the two of you apart （≧ｙ≦＊）☜(˚▽˚)☞

That’s when you stepped forward to gently cup Yuki’s cheeks in your small hands, “Oi calm down, I’m right here, and this isn’t witchcraft, she is my sister.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

Yuki looked at your sister and then back at you, and then at your sister again, and let out a long sigh ◑.◑

He then smiled his boyish smile, “why didn’t you just say so, geez you almost gave me a heart attack, I thought your sister was some evil witch. I’m so relieved to hear she is actually a good witch.” (◠‿◠✿)

“Hey, I’m not a witch you.. you… idiot,” your sister pouted, and you laughed at the awkward Yuki, now blushing from embarrassment

┐(-。ー;)┌

“yeah yeah, and this dummy here isn’t a wild boar, geez your family sure is weird.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Cue both you and your sister smacking him, “You’re the weird one.”

After the initial shock Yuki actually really liked your sister

He low key adopted her as his little sister, even though you were the same age

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

He legit low key still thinks she is an enchantress even after you explained that you are twins

Hideyoshi

You and Hideyoshi had been in a relationship for a while now but lately, you had seemed slightly down (ノ﹏ヽ)

You simply told him that you were missing your sister and that you were worried about her

｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

You sister was also sent back in time, unbeknown to you, but somehow arrived in the past a year earlier than you.

She had saved Kenshin’s life and was living with Sasuke in Kasugayama Castle (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

Just as you had found love in the Sengoku period, so had your sister falling head over heels for the bunny warlord himself (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

War was on the horizon and one morning during war council, Nobunaga had declared that his lucky charm would accompany him to the battlefield.

(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

You usually helped the rear guard with cooking and treating the wounded soldiers

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Hideyoshi accompanied his lord in the front lines when he spotted a familiar face riding beside Kenshin (◯Δ◯∥)

Your name slipped from his lips

He rode full speed towards the woman riding beside the God of war

He yelled your name and your sister looked at him curiously, just how on earth did this random man know your name �(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

Before she could question it, the Uesugi forces pulled back for the evening and went back to camp (◕ㅅ◕✿)

The tide of war was turning as new information of Kennyo’s involvement had been discovered

So naturally, the Oda and Uesugi forces formed a temporary alliance, and that’s when it happened

You were out with Ieyasu collecting some herbs ~(˘▾˘~)

Kenshin and your sister had just entered into the Oda camp and at the sight of your sister, Hideyoshi ran towards her and pulled her into a hug

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“How many times have I told you not to go wandering off in the middle of the war, and just what do you think you are doing with the God of war.”

ಠ_ಠ

“Hey, I think there is some misunderstanding,” Your sister gently pushed Hideyoshi away as Kenshin was now ready to cut the mama bear down

(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

Hideyoshi’s eyes widened in confusion, he looked between her and Kenshin, as your sister retreated into his arms

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

Hideyoshi felt his heart break in two, “Tell me this isn’t true, I thought you loved me” he chocked out (ಥ_ʖಥ)

“Dude I don’t even know you..” ┐( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)┌

Just then you appeared out of nowhere carrying a bunch of flowers (◕‿◕✿)

“Hey Yoshi look at all these pretty flowers I found, while Yasu and I were out collecting herbs” you placed your hand on Hideyoshi’s shoulder as you walked closer your way to the group (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Cue Yoshi being hella confused (ʘᗩʘ’)

As you got closer, you spotted your sister and instantly dropped the flowers and tackled her in a tight hug （╯°□°）╯︵( .o.)

Cue error.exe Kenshin & Hideyoshi

＝(￣□￣;)⇒

After a few moments, Kenshin simply smiled at you, as your sister had been talking non-stop about you (｡◕‿◕｡)

while Hideyoshi just stood there frozen（￣□||||

There were two of you, how was that possible

When he finally processed the information before him, he bowed his head and apologized profusely to your sister, “OwO ahh him so sorry, i-I didn't realize-“

Your sister was super chilled and just smiled at him, “it’s all good, people used to mistake us for each other all the time!” ｡◕‿◕｡

Definitely lets you spend lots of time with your sister while the Oda forces are in the alliance

He will legit mama bear the shit outta your sister while the two forces are in an alliance, much to Kenshin's displeasure (¬_¬)

He instantly adopts, and sister zones your sister

Even after the war is over, he will invite her to visit the two of you, even putting his differences aside with the God of war

Anything to make you happy

Is super happy to have met a member of your family and loves it when your sister tells a bunch of embarrassing stories about you when you were little (◕▿◕✿)

Arthur

Ohhhhooohhh Arthur is definitely excited to have two pretty little skirts around to chase (◕▿◕✿)

Will flirt mercilessly with both of you, to which both of you just scoff and walk away

(；一_一) (¬_¬)

As you get to know the real Arthur a little bit better, you can’t help but fall in love with him (◠‿◠✿)

Much to your sister’s disproval ب_ب

She legit marched he way up to the playboy’s room the second you told her that the two of you were dating, to find out his intentions

(ﾉಠдಠ)ﾉ︵┻━┻

“Tell me sherlock wanna be, what exactly are your intentions with my sister.” (ﾉಠдಠ)ﾉ

Arthur was sister shook, your sister was honestly hella intimidating, “i-I assure you I have no ill intent towards my dearest little bird,” Arthur gave your sister a nervous smile (◕‸ ◕✿)

Your sister simply narrowed her eyes at him, “If you break her heart, you will wish you were never born when I’m done with you,” after a final threat your sister gave him a chilling smile and left (≖︿≖✿)

God, she was frightening (ﾟωﾟ;)

After that Arthur tried to spend time doing 3 people activities to get to know your sister a bit better and to prove that he truly did love you

(▰˘◡˘▰)

“Come on, Arthur is not such a bad guy, yeah he’s got a past, but he also has a cute dog, and no one with a dog is super bad” ｡◕‿◕｡

Arthur would often invite the two of you out with him to solve cases, something which all three of you actually really enjoyed ( ಠ ͜ʖರೃ)

As time went on your sister started to accept Arthur as part of the family, plus you were right, Vic was the sweetest dog in the whole world, no way such a sweet dog would hang around a crappy owner | (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

You and your sister would often prank the residents by pretending to be each other ｡◕‿‿◕｡

But it honestly never worked on Arthur as he could instantly tell which twin was which

(°ロ°)☝

One day your twin came walking into his room in an attempt to fool him

Arthur simply smiled up at her, and walked over to the coach, which you were hiding behind

“Found you Luv, did you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell the love of my life apart from her sister,” he would then shower your face with kisses

(~￣³￣)~

“Ewww affection, could you guys like not do that in front of me! That’s it, I’m outta here, common Vic lets go see if Napoleon has finished those pancakes yet,” ≧☉_☉≦

Arthur would definitely get jelly sometimes with the amount of time you spend with your sister, and can’t help but whisk you away to have you all for himself (>^_^)><(^o^<)

Isaac

The first time both you and your sister arrive at the mansion you can’t help but want to befriend the physicist ≧☉_☉≦

Although the only problem was, that both of you were shy little hedgehogs and were rather awkward when it came to human interaction

(⁎˃ᆺ˂)

That’s where your sister comes in

Out of the two of you, she had always been the more outgoing one (◕▿◕✿)

After watching you and Isaac dance around each other for the better part of a few weeks, your sister decided to team up with Napoleons

And so operation GET SHY CINNAROLLS TOGETHER was created

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

Napoleon had left some of Harry the hedgehog’s favourite food down in the wine cellar, which caused harry to naturally, stray from Isaacs room to nibble up his fav snacks V✪ω✪V

While Napoleon worked on getting Isaac into position, your sister had handed you the new shipment of wine to be placed in the cellar

You made your way to the dark cellar only to stumble upon Isaac on the floor reaching under one of the shelves ಠ╭╮ಠ

“Oh I-I-Isaac, what are you doing down here” you shyly asked as Isaac sat up and looked down at the ground sheepishly (*^_^*)

“My hedgehog, got himself stuck under the shelves and I can’t seem to quite reach him.”

(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

You gave him a timid smile and sat beside him reaching your arm beneath the shelf to retrieve the hedgehog (◕‿◕✿)

You handled the little critter to Isaac and the two of you started chatting about your mutual love for animals

All while unbeknown to the both of you, your sister and Napoleon watched from the doorway high fiving each other at a job well-done

ヘ( ^o^)ノ＼(^_^ )

It wasn’t long before you and Isaac was in a relationship (/^-^(^ ^*)/

Honestly, this boy could easily tell you apart from your sister

Isaac was more of an observer than a talker due to his shy nature so he noticed even the smallest of details about you (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡

Hehe, he is super awkward around your sister, but tries to get to know her a little better by spending time with both of you

The three of you actually help out together at Napo’s school

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

Isaac is a little bit of a jealous boy and will get pouty if you are spending too much time with your sister and neglecting him (◕ω◕✿)

But never fear, one hug and kiss from you is enough to bring his cute blushy smile back to his face (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Your sister loves ganging up with Arthur and Dazai to tease Isaac

Isaac low key sees your twin sister as an older sister figure, and will go to her for advice whenever he wants to surprise you with a fun date or thoughtful gift ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! and I hope you have a super good day! 🌼❤🌻

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Gutter Balls

Franklin x Male Reader (MGG Character from Beginner’s Luck)

This is my birthday present to @clean-bands-dirty-stories !!!! Happy Birthday love you and your stories so much!!!! They requested this from me a little while back and I thought it would be a nice birthday surprise!

Summary: While meeting up for a friendly game of bowling with Franklin’s team, some very rude people at the alley decide to tell their opinion about yours and Franklin’s relationship.

A/N: Hey Hey loves, here’s my first x male reader!! I’m very excited to have more inclusive options on my blog for a wide variety of readers. I am female myself but, I know how much people who love MGG struggle to find x male or x GN fics. If you have any requests for x male or x GN readers send them my way! Also if you have any ideas on how to improve my writing please feel free to shoot me a message or an anon! Also I did try to make the dialogue funny from the main characters so I hope I did ok on that lmao—Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Homophobia, Swearing, Violence (the people definitely deserve it though) Not a warning but this does End Happy!

Masterlist Word Count: 1.3k

Being Franklin’s boyfriend was like a dream. We were still deep in the honeymoon faze even after being together for 4 months. When I was with him everything seemed perfect like nothing could go wrong.

Now it was time for me to finally meet up with his team for the first time at the bowling alley. I had met them all before but, not as Franklin’s official boyfriend. I honestly don’t know what I was worried about, they had been our biggest supporters. We both almost lived at the bowling alley with my job at the concession counter and his obsession to be the best bowler in Little Falls. We made eyes at each other for months before Franklin made the first move. Honestly, I’m pretty sure Franklin’s team would’ve locked us in the back room of the bowling alley if we hadn’t admitted our feelings to each other.

—-

My nerves over hanging out with the team were definitely unsubstantiated. Everything was going smoothly, they all were warm welcoming especially Pamela and Judith.

Beth was a little more wary of me. She kept commenting on the fact that Franklin was special and that I should watch my back. I think she’s just being protective of him in her own way. (But she still kinda scares me)

Bomber I think was confused at first as to why I was there, she kept asking me to refill her drinks until Franklin and I clarified again that I was here to bowl with them. (Not that I was very good at it)

Everything was perfect.

I had even gotten a strike!

That was until Franklin gave me a small peck to congratulate me for my strike.

Some assholes that we’re fully taking advantage of the cheap beer that was sold at the bar decided that they wanted to voice their opinions on our relationship.

“Hey- we don’t like your kind here even if you are a God at bowling!” A greasy haired man with a mullet shouted out obnoxiously at us drawing the attention of the entire alley. Franklin was about to whip around to say something but I decided to pull him into a hug instead as a subtle way to calm him down while simultaneously telling the group to fuck off and mind their own business.

“It’ll be ok Frankie, I promise.” I said while rubbing circles on his back trying to soothe the rage I could sense bubbling up from him. It’s not that I didn’t want to respond myself but, I was worried that Franklin would get into too much trouble if he retaliated. He was known for his fiery temper when someone angered him, “Let’s just ignore him and finish the game off strong. I think it’s your turn next.”

He nodded slightly after pulling away from me and moved away to grab his ball for his turn. But, not before shooting a not so subtle glare at the men at the counter.

The rest of the team were hyping Franklin up extra, especially Pamela, for his turn. My heart swelled at the sweet gesture of support from them, they loved to see Franklin happy and successful even if he was a little much at times.

My happiness was quickly squashed by one of the other douche nozzles deciding to chime in a rather crude slur at Franklin just before he let go of the ball. The ball slipped out of his large hands at an awkward angle and shot straight into the gutter making my own rage start to boil over.

I shot a quick glare at the group of them and an especially pointed look at my co- worker, silently begging her to kick the assholes out of the bar. Even though she didn’t like my new boyfriend (she said he acted like a gremlin) my co-worker Rebecca was shooting me a sympathetic glance. I knew she was shy about confrontation though I wished she would just grow some balls and kick them out.

Franklin’s face had gone as red as the scarlet bowling ball that I held in my hands ready to hand off to Bomber for her turn. I walked over to him to try to calm him down again and tune out the slurs that were now freely coming from the three douche canoes.

“I’m gonna show them what happens when someone better then God lays into them.” He spat out in a deadly tone. If a glare could kill I’m sure the three men would be dead from the one that was peeking through his clear frames.

“Franklin- stop it’s not worth it if you get into trouble, they’re just a bunch of drunks. Rebecca will kick them out soon I’m sure-“

A loud squeak fell from my mouth cutting off my train of thought when Franklin suddenly had his lips on mine. Franklin was always a little rough when we made out but this was different. It was hard, passionate and like Franklin was trying to mark me as his territory to everyone no matter what stupid slur came out of whoever’s mouth. I almost forgot that we were standing in the middle of a quite crowded bowling alley until I had to come up for air. But, that was only for a short moment before I was pulled in by another kiss.

I opened my eyes to get a good look of what was going on behind me once I found my bearings. I smirked into the kiss at the funny sight I was witnessing.

Franklin had his large middle finger pointed upwards facing behind him at the 3 assholes at the bar.

“Y’all suck and you ain’t shit!” Pamela was shouting and had now taken a defensive stance, standing on top of one of the rickety plastic chairs while adding her own two middle fingers to flash at the dicks.

Bomber looked like she was ready to explode like dynamite. She was muttering words under her breath while grabbing a few bowling balls that I’m pretty sure she was planning on chucking at them.

Beth was cracking all her knuckles and putting her hair up into an obnoxiously short and high pony tail with a dark look on her face.

Judith was the most calm out of the group saying a prayer off to the side. But, from what I could hear she was asking the lord to forgive her for curb stomping some bitches.

Bomber was the first to charge at the group with two pink and purple bowling balls. Which, was funnily enough enough of a threat for the three guys to rush out of the bar. They tripped out, obviously inebriated, while Judith and Beth joined in on the chase following Bomber with Pamela trailing behind with some pretty solid trash talk.

“You’re a bunch of gutter balls!” Pamela shouted out as they pushed the glass doors open, with one of the drunks falling onto their face before scrambling away.

I was now laughing into our kiss along with Franklin, glad to see them get their comeuppance. Franklin’s were arms wrapped around me in a deep embrace that I never wanted to escape from, they were soon joined by the rest of the team coming in for a group hug. I felt fully welcomed and accepting onto their team, even though I suck at bowling.

#matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #franklin #franklin x reader #mgg #mgg x reader #beginner’s luck #franklin imagine #franklin fanfic #franklin fanfiction #TW homophobia

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The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 1

A/N: Hi there!

This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable and “readable” than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate.

Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior.

General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence

Chapter’s warning: Violence, Blood, Graphic description of violence

Words: 4981

Chapter One: The Lady and the nun

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia

“To be a girl is already a disadvantage.” the knight said, hitting the petite girl on her waist; she stumbled backwards, gripping her sword. It was heavy in her hand. “You are shorter.” he hit her on the shoulder “Weaker.” He held his sword at her throat, “You must be faster.” she gripped his wrist and dragged him closer with all her strength and while he moved onwards, she pulled a dagger out of her vest and pointed it under his chin, drawing out just a drop of blood. She smiled sweetly, looking at him from under her dark long lashes “And smarter.” She softly said. He pushed her dagger away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. They were too close to be socially acceptable, but she didn’t want him to step away. She wanted him to make a woman out of her and something in his light blue eyes told her that he too was thinking of their late nights spent in the stables, the promises whispered in between kisses, the dreams of escaping together. He grazed his rough knuckles against her full cheek, whispering an intimate “Very good, lady.” “She is not a lady, she is novice.” Despite her old age and heavy figure, the Abbess had managed to slip behind them without a sound and was now watching them with her arms crossed and a look of disapproval on her stern face. With the agility of the warrior, the knight stepped away from the girl and lightly bowed to the nun “I meant no harm, Mother.” “She is young and innocent.” she hissed “I gave you a shelter and the permission to teach her to fight. Do not push your fortune, Lord.” “I am a Lord as much as she is a Lady, Mother.” The Abbess looked at him one last time, then turned to the girl “Aoife, you shall go pray.” with a last cunning smile to the man, the girl curtsied, spun on herself and run inside the nunnery. That was the last time Aoife saw Sir Cenric.

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia. Two years later. Summertime.

The girl kissed the horse between the eyes and jumped from the fence, cleaning her hands on the dress. She had blossom in a young woman of vibrant beauty; dark long hair run down her back, dishevelled and tangled by the wind; the apple of her cheeks was red and full, and a sprinkle of freckles adorned her straight nose. She wasn’t as petite as before, still short but with the agile and full body of someone who had spent half her life lifting and displacing weights. What she did not look like, without any doubt, was a nun. There was something too seductive in the curve of her full lips and in the way she moved. There was no mirror in the nunnery, but she had seen her reflection in the water of the stream, and she had liked it, she did look very pretty, and she acted on it. Singing lightly, she moved to the enclosure were the pigs were rolling in the mud. “Hello!” she cheered, pouring the food in their feeder “Eat and fat!” “Aoife!” the Abbess shouted from the entrance of the nunnery “Go wash! The Lady of Mercia is approaching!” She run down to the stream, heart beating fast against her chest. While undressing, she thought about the Lady, about the stories she had heard from the pilgrims. Lady Aethelflaed of Mercia was a lady warrior, respected as – if not more than – her Lord. And somewhere in her soul, Aoife found the hope of a new life in the service of the Lady, far from the nunnery she was forced in and closer to the adventures she had always dreamt.

She reached the Abbey with drops of water falling from her hair and wetting her garment. The Abbess shot her a poisonous look when she entered the hall, but she was too focused on the Lady to notice. The young woman was sitting regally on the opposite side of the room, in front of her they had placed a plate of meat and a cup of red wine, but she didn’t appear hungry; she was talking animatedly, the sound of her voice sweet but confident. “Someone is threatening my life.” she was saying “And I am here to ask for shelter and protection.” “Of course, my Lady.” the Abbess answered immediately “Rooms shall be prepared for you and your guards. But the only protection we can guarantee are these walls and our prayers.” “And my sword!” Aoife said, without hesitation. Aethelflaed had not noticed the young girl yet, for her standing in the dark of the door. She was wearing the garment of the nuns, but the Lady could tell she was far from it. “Who are you?” she asked, curious. “She is a novice, my Lady. She has no vocation, but she is great help. A pilgrim taught her use the sword and she believes she will fight in battle one day.” “Thank you, Abbess, but I asked the girl.” Aoife smiled to the Lady and bowed “I am Aoife, my Lady. Just Aoife. I would like to offer you my protection, for the time you shall spend here and more, if requested.” Aethelflaed reciprocated her smile “I do need a maid.”

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia. Two years later. Wintertime.

“Tell me about your knight.” Aethelflaed asked one night. She had lived in the Abbey for months now and she had found herself growing fond of the young novice. That night, they were sitting on the Lady’s bed and Aoife was brushing her hair, preparing her for the night. She smiled wistfully at the question, images of a happier past invading her memory. “He came when I was fourteen, asking for shelter and cures. He was wounded and at the time I was helping in the nursery. We spent most of the day together, me healing his wounds, him telling me stories of the battles he had fought. He was handsome and a grown man and my only way out of this place. And I fell in love with him. When his wounds healed, he decided to stay to expiate his sins, or that is what he told the Abbess. I do believe, and I hope pride is not my sin, that he stayed for me. During the day he taught me to fight with a sword, a spear and my own body; and during the night he loved me and promised me children and a future together. Then one day, without a word, he was gone, leaving me nothing more than his weapons and my sore heart. Stuck in this place I strongly dislike.” Aethelflaed called her friend back to reality squeezing her hand firmly “I will not leave you here, Aoife. This is my oath to you.” Aoife smiled to the Lady, fondly “I oath my soul and my sword to you, my Lady. For all the time you shall need me, I shall be by your side”.

At supper time, the nuns were eating, lightly conversing in small groups. The taste of the food had been better since the arrival of the Lady; the Abbess strongly believed that every pleasure was sin, but even she could not offer a Lady the bland broth they used to eat on wintertime. They were eating bread and a tasteful stew of meat and vegetables, which warmed the body and the soul. Aoife was savouring every spoon of it, eating slowly and in silence, eyes down on her plate. Aethelflaed had just asked the Abbess how she could bear living a life far from people and the Abbess was taking her time to explain what an honour and a pleasure it was to live in the service of God. Aoife decided not to pay close attention to the conversation, fearing that she would not be able to hold her tongue. And while she was slowly drifting in a lovely place of satiety and tiredness, three nuns burst out of the kitchen, fear on their faces. “Abbess! There are men in the kitchens! Danes!” Aethelflaed and Aoife jumped up, the first shouting orders to close the doors, the second already pushing the table against the main entrance. They asked the nuns to remain calm and quiet and have faith, but they exchanged a look and their hands flew to the hilts of their swords. Aoife could feel her heart beating furiously, she had never used her sword against a human being, she had never inflicted pain on a body, and she was scared. But she knew that the safety of her Sisters and her Lady depended on her bravery in that occasion. She gripped the hilt stronger and removed the blade from its sheath. She was ready. And then, the Abbess took the fool decision to talk “This is God’s house. You will leave at this very moment! If you do not and you are Christians, then He shall send you to the depths of hell.” “Abbess, they are Danes.” a nun remarked. “Well then, if you are heathens, He will strike you down!” “What if I’m Christian by birth and a Dane by my heart? What then?” a male voice came from behind them, Aoife turned around swiftly, one hand on her sword, the other searching the hilt of her dagger in the folds of her garments. She was taking aim, ready to throw it; but Aethelflaed voice stopped her “Uthred!”

Aoife and the Abbess soon found out who the man was. Aethelflaed had told Aoife great stories about Uthred of Bebbanburg, born a Saxon, raised a Dane. He had sworn his sword to King Alfred but for reasons that even Aethelflaed didn’t know, he was now an outlaw of Wessex. He wasn’t outlawed in Mercia, though, and Aethelflaed had somehow reached for him when she had feared for her life; and he had come to help her, the daughter of the man who had outlawed him. It was bizarre, to say the least, but Aoife admired him, for honouring his oath of protection to the Lady. She had caught her friend looking at him with loving eyes, more than once, and she would ask about it later. She did understand Aethelflaed, of course; Uthred was a handsome man, a combination of delicate and harsh feature, an interesting look. With him had come a diverse group of people; there were Danes and Christians in his entourage, a young monk and an even younger Dane sorceress, as beautiful as dangerous looking. She sat at the table with the Lord, followed by the monk and two other men, a Dane and another one, perhaps a Saxon, but she wasn’t sure. He was the most handsome man Aoife had ever seen. He was also intimidating, tall and strong, with full hair and beard darkest than the night, harsh the lines of his scarred face. However, a light of kindness was gleaming in his black eyes, and he shot Lady Aethelflaed a smile before sitting heavily on the bench. Food was brought for the warriors as they were all sitting around the table, Aoife squeezed between the Lady and the Abbess. She could not take her eyes off the warrior; he really was handsome, and not many men had passed through the Abbey after Cenric. She was young and in the blossom of love desires, it was no sin to watch. Of course, she could feel Aethelflaed and the Abbess’ gazes on her cheeks, the first repressing a smile, the second ready to send her to bed if the situation would get worse. She did not want another Sir Cenric in her Abbey. The warriors too had noticed the young nun interest in their companion, Uthred had to cover a laugh with a cough when his eyes met those of the Lady of Mercia. The warrior himself was trying not to be affected by the girl staring at him; he was used to the attentions of women, married and unmarried. He had struck women prettier than that girl, prettier than Lady Aethelflaed herself; yet, he had never felt as abashed as under the gaze of that young nun. She was, without doubt, pretty; not even the unpleasant garment of the nuns could wash down the colour from her sweet face, and he had never seen bigger eyes, nor longer lashes. But it wasn’t her appearance to make his head light, it was the intensity of her gaze that was digging into his scarred soul and planting there the seed of a fatal attraction. He felt in his bones, that she was meant to be either his eternal happiness or his final destruction. Not without difficulty, he directed his attention to the Lady of Mercia. “Your guards are not, Lady.” he mumbled while chewing down his food; he had a strong, thick accent, it was sure he was no Saxon nor Dane, but she couldn’t figure out where he came from. “Not what?” Aethelflaed asked. “They are not guards.” the young Dane at his right added “Their swords are trinkets.” “They are good men.” “I am sure they are loyal” the warrior continued “but they are not guards.” “They are bad men.” Uthred agreed and his eyes turned to Aoife. He shot her a smile. “She is braver than any of them.” he looked at the hilt of the sword shining against her hip “Where did you get that sword, nun?” Aoife could feel the foreigners’ eyes on her, and her cheeks warmed up, but she proudly lifted her chin to answer. She could not, however, interrupted by the Abbess. “I do not like you, young man. You have a very high opinion of yourself.” Aoife turned to look at Aethelflaed and they both found it hard to repress a smile. Uthred was looking at the Abbess with no sign of embarrassment on his face. “I am a heathen, I am godless, and an enemy of Alfred.” He said harshly “But I will save your lives.” Aoife liked Uthred, he was intriguing and clearly a good man, but she agreed with the Abbess when she stated that the man was telling them half-truths. What was the real reason for his coming? She was sure Aethelflaed knew it too. Most of all, she couldn’t stand the Dane witch; she was arrogant and rude and made her feel unsafe and uncomfortable. When she called the Abbess a hag, Aoife’s gripped her dagger in hatred. The Abbess was indeed a strict woman, but she had raised her and showed her love and kindness in her own bizarre way; she was like a mother for Aoife and she would not let some Dane treat her that way. Aethelflaed squeezed her hand to urge her to let go of the dagger “Aoife.” she whispered warily “No.” She was her Lady, after all, and Aoife obeyed quickly; but her action didn’t go unnoticed by the warriors who were now watching her cautiously. She smiled timidly at her friend and hid her face behind her cup of water. The handsome warrior was still staring at her.

Aoife was sent by the Abbess to prepare the room for the warriors; she knew it was meant to keep her away from the men and she didn’t blame the nun; she was young and beautiful and warriors were known for taking what they wanted from girls like her. She was filling a pot with clean water for them to wash away the dust of the ride when she heard steps behind her. She spun quickly, sword in hand. The warrior was standing in the doorframe, hands raised and a crooked smile on his face. “I didn’t intend to straddle you, Lady.” She was breathing heavily, hand shaking around the sword “What do you want, warrior?” His smile grew wider “I don’t want to harm you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” he moved slowly to the chair and sat down; she pondered the danger and decided to keep her distance. “I will not come closer.” he insisted “I just wanted to introduce myself, my Lady.” “I am no lady.” she answered harshly “What are you then? A nun? A warrior?” “I am a woman, is it not enough?” “I didn’t mean to insult you; I’m just curious on why a simple woman knows how to wield a sword and would risk her life for a Lady. Are you Aethelflaed’s guardian?” Aoife laughed, she was letting her guard down “I don’t guard the Lady, I help her.” Finan watched the girl relax a little, her grip on the sword not as steady as before. He could easily disarm her if he wanted to, but he wished to keep talking with her. Her soft Saxon accent was a pleasure to his ears, used to the noise of the warriors. He leant back against the chair, arms crossed over his chest “And what is the name of the helper?” “Aoife.” a stern voice answered from behind him. The Abbess seemed to take great pleasure in interrupting her conversations, Aoife noticed. She was staring the warrior up and down suspiciously, until her eyes fell on the cross hanging from his neck. “You are a Christian.” she stated and lost some of her composure. “I am, Mother.” He answered calmly, he did know how to enchant any type of woman. “I was raised as a god-fearing man.” “But I can tell you are no Saxon.” “Born in Ireland.” “And you swore your sword to the heathen.” “We are bonded, him and I, Abbess.” The Abbess raised her guard again and she turned her attention to the girl “I will not let it happen again, Aoife. You know how these stories end. Go back to your room and pray.” Aoife bowed slightly “Yes, Abbess. Goodnight, Lord.” The man watched the girl crumble under the Abbess’ words; she looked younger that she already was. Aoife. She walked straight for the door, head down to hide the tears of embarrassment that threaten to spill, when she passed close to the warrior, she heard him say, as low as a breath of wind, “Finan.”

Aethelflaed was already in bed when Aoife entered the room. “Where were you?” “Making the room for the warriors.” She sat near her legs on the bed “I met Finan.” “You were making love eyes at him at dinner.” the Lady laughed, kicking her friend’s hip lightly. “You were making love eyes at Lord Uthred! I was only admiring a handsome man; they are rare in a nunnery!” Aethelflaed laughed. It was a delicate laugh, very regal and feminine, Aoife had felt envious of her Lady, many times each day, and she did again at that point. She was beautiful, elegant, feminine and at the same time a strong, intelligent, independent warrior. And she was just Aoife, pretty and clever enough, but clueless of the world and people. “Uthred is a strange man. I could never fully understand him. I don’t think anyone will ever. But he is loyal and kind and merciful. And his men are the same. Especially Finan, his closer friend, his right hand. I would not oppose a marriage between the two of you.” It was Aoife time to laugh, she stood up and turned her back to the Lady, before she could see how red her cheeks had turned. She blew on the candle and the dark fell on the room “You need to sleep, Lady. You are lovesick and don’t know what you are saying.” “Perhaps, my friend. Time will tell.”

They were once again eating, sitting around the table in the hall. The Abbess was less than pleased with the men gorging themselves with the provisions for the long winter; however, Lady Aethelflaed had promised to repay the Abbey entirely. She was much more worried for Aoife, who once again was sitting in silence, food untouched in front of her, watching with desire and curiosity the Irish warrior. She didn’t know where she did wrong with that girl, she raised her as any other novice and she was, without doubt, a good Christian woman, but she was no nun. The Abbess could see on her unripe face the desire of being loved, not only and solely by God, but by a man in flesh; she was fond of the girl and she wanted the best for her. Therefore, before going to ask the nuns in the kitchens to bring more food, she sat down next to the Lady of Mercia, immediately catching her attention. “How can I help you, Abbess?” “I have a favour to ask, Lady. It concerns Aoife.” she looked at the girl with a sweet smile “She is a smart, kind woman, but she is no nun. When the time comes, please, take her with you, Lady. She deserves the life she desires, outside of these walls.” Aethelflaed held the Abbess’ hand, squeezing it gently “I promise I will, Abbess.” The Abbess stood up and thankfully bowed, before leaving for the kitchen. Aoife had followed the conversation from the corner of her eye, but too far to hear what they were saying. She took the Abbess place near her noble friend “What did she say?” “She asked me to drag you away from here. She said you are Satan in the flesh and she doesn’t want you anymore.” the woman answered, stifling a laugh, Aoife pushed her with her shoulder “You would be lucky to have me by your side, Princess.” Before Aethelflaed could reply, the Abbess barged into the hall, closing the door behind her with shaky hands. Everybody stood up, Aoife right behind Aethelflaed. “What is it?” Uthred asked, while Aethelflaed was calling “Abbess?” “Danes. Outside.” the nun answered at short of breath, she was visibly shaken, and Aoife was quickly at her side, upholding her fragile body. Uthred and his men continued asking question and pulling out their swords; Aoife was next to Aethelflaed once again, sword in her left hand, dagger in her right. “They may not know we are here” Uthred was saying to his men. They were discussing the situation, and Uthred finally decided “We wait inside, and we remain silent. Abbess you will go to them and talk with them.” “No, no I will not.” she said, stepping backwards. Aoife was ready to catch her if she passed out. “Yes, you will, because you must.” Uthred replied, as kindly as possible, given the situation. He explained them all the plan: she had to try and convince the Danes that Aethelflaed was not in there, to waste some time so they could take advantage from it. He tried once again to convince the Abbess, telling her that it was the only way to save the nuns and his men. And Aethelflaed, of course. The Abbess looked so shaken and scared that Aoife felt the need to protect her. “I will do it.” she declared, stepping in front of the nun. She saw Aethelflaed tensing up next to her, but she would not let the Lady stop her from protecting her home. However, the Abbess took her hand into hers, with a low “No”; she squeezed them hard putting in that gesture all the love she had never expressed in words but had always felt for the young woman. “No. This is my home, my responsibility.” she looked the Dane straight in his eyes “I will do it.” and with a last squeeze on Aoife’s hand, she left the room. From the window at the left of the door, Aethelflaed and Aoife watched the Abbess approach the Danes. She looked and sounded as the proud woman Aoife had always known her to be, and the girl was smiling, proud of being raised by her, a powerful independent woman. She stood her ground proudly but cautiously until the very last moment, when a Dane cut the throat of the last guard alive and she lost her head completely. She screamed for the Danes to take her instead, she insulted them and, in a last desperate attempt to save them all, she grasped the axe from the stump. She wasn’t even able to throw it before she was struck by a spear that pierced her front to back. Aoife watched the Abbess fall to the ground, a rag doll under the force of the stroke. The scream that was leaving her mouth was muffled by a strong callous hand. Finan had reached her and with a hand on her mouth pleaded her to make no sound. “They will kill us all, Aoife. Please.” He wiped away the hot tears that were falling from her eyes and lightly stroked her cheek with his rough thumb. She felt as if anger and sadness could kill her and, for the first time in her life, she wanted to inflict pain on someone. On the Dane who had killed the woman that had raised her. She nodded and the Irishman let go of her as quickly as he had reached her; she tightened her grip around Cenric’s sword, feeling the power of the warrior growing in her, fed by the darkness that was covering her soul.

When the Danes burst in the room, Aoife was ready. Hitting people was harder that she thought; the sword shook in her hands every time she hit bones, splashes of hot blood exploding on her face and her vest. Every stroke she placed was stronger than the previous. She knew that Aethelflaed wasn’t in the fray, Uthred had been irremovable about it, but he had been unable to stop Aoife from participating; she wanted her vengeance, and he could not deny her that. However, she was aware that Uthred had asked Finan to stay close to her, preventing her from being killed. She could see him from the corner of her eyes, expert in the art of sword. And thanks God that she was keeping an eye on him too because she noticed the Dane charging Finan from behind, sword in front of him. Later, Aoife would have remembered those moments as the longest of her life. She would have remembered the weight of the dagger in her right hand, her voice as that of someone else screaming for Finan to duck, the whistle of the blade cutting the air and the dull sound of it penetrating the Dane’s neck. She would have remembered in her worst nightmare the man staring her straight in the eyes while life was leaving his body, the thud of his knees hitting the hard floor and a last, pathetic gurgling. The Danes then retreated outside the Abbey, and she reached for the dead man to recollect Cenric’s dagger from his still warm body. She knew Finan was standing behind her, even before he opened his mouth. “You saved my life.” he stated, and she turned around in silence, accepting his help to stand up. She had no words left to answer, too shaken to care for it. And she left him there, surrounded by dead bodies of Danes and Saxons.

She had been guided to the bench by unknown hands. She could hear the Danes outside blocking the entrance, and inside Aethelflaed and Uthred discussing, while the warrior were taking the weapons out of the dead bodies. However, it was all no more than a noise in the distance of her mind. She couldn’t think of anything else but the lifeless bodies of the Abbess and the Dane. She could also feel blood drying on her skin, but she could not push herself to care about it. The Abbess was dead. She had killed a man. Her ears couldn’t catch the words of Aethelflaed, nor those of the warriors, everything a buzz in her mind. Was she about to die? “Are you alright?” a kind voice asked from her side. It was a warrior, a Saxon she could guess from his accent. He was covered in dirt and blood, but she could see that he was young, probably around her age. She nodded slowly, fiddling with her hands, as dirty as those of the warrior. “It will be all right, Lady. Lord Uthred is planning to negotiate, and his plans always work.” he continued. His words swept some of the clouds away from her mind. Negotiation? Was Aethelflaed in danger? The warrior hands were on her as soon as she gripped her sword “He will not hand the Lady to the Danes.” he assured her “It’s not clear what he would do, but that’s not it.” he searched someone with his eyes “Look, she is safe. There.” he pointed to the door of the nunnery; Aethelflaed was being escorted by two men as far as possible from the entrance, where she would be safer. Aoife stood up, once again sword ready, but a large, rough hand lower her blade, delicately. “There’ll be no need of your sword now, Aoife.” Finan smiled down at her “You will hide and wait for it to be over.” he stopped her protests simply raising a finger “You have done enough. Stay here.” Aoife would have never imagined that Uthred was so quick on his mind. He was able to strike a bargain with the Dane and offer him the Dane seer in place of Aethelflaed and, as quick as they arrived, the Danes were gone. Once sure of her Lady’s safety, she crawled upstairs to her room and threw up in her piss pot. She then fell asleep on the floor, covered in blood, dirt and tears.

Aoife was shaken awake when the sun was already high in the sky; Aethelflaed was kneeling next to her, clean face but tormented eyes. “Aoife stand up. We are to leave this place.” Chapter Two.

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Music and Color

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: swears like once

Request: @margaritasfromabag Heyy lol seen ya request something else post and I’d think it’d be real cool for a Carl x reader where they’re like first at the prison and reader finds an old like disc player or something and her and Carl jam out to Pet Sematary by the Ramones? Ya know brings some cute little light to a bleek empty prison

A/n: I forgot I answered this right before my slump. I'm so sorry for the time it took to get this out. I hope you enjoy!!

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You weren’t sure when the killing no longer hurt. When you no longer flinched at gunshots or cringed at the growls. At some point it all just faded into the background of the grey haze you had begun to live in. After the farm, the small hope you had left for yourself disappeared. Now you just fought to live, to keep breathing.

The winter was cruel. The temperature never dropped too far but the constant hordes of the dead and lack of food and sleep kept any comfort far from your small group. Your vision was limited to peering over your gun as you cleared empty house after empty house praying for a dusty can or jar.

No one spoke much anymore. A few brief words of direction or a call for help was the limit to your conversation. You and Carl sat in silence in the back seat of the green SUV, gazes fixed out opposite windows. Your talks of action figures and cartoons had died long ago.

When the cars came to a halt with a loud honk you felt the sudden urge to cry, something you hadn’t done in what felt like years. But instated you’re swallowed harshly and pushed open your door following Carl towards RIck who placed the two of you at the road, looking outwards. Your gun tightened on your hand, thumb rested over the safety.

“You think we’ll make it?” Carl’s voice startled you, your head snapping towards him quickly.

“What?”

“I mean do you think we actually have a shot to live?” He repeated solemnly.

You hesitated for a moment, “I think its best not to think about it.” you finally answered quietly, eyes falling back to the dusty asphalt of the slopped road.

You didn’t notice the way Carl frowned, his own eyes dulling for a brief moment.

You felt strange being so loud. Months of silence engraved into your head making the yelling the four of you did feel strange. The walkers knew no difference as they crowed towards you, teeth snapping on the other side of chain link. You watched as Rick and the others cleared what used to be an exercise yard. Your yelling halted once all of the corpses had dropped to the ground. You entered the yard in some sort of strange haze, it didn’t feel real, the safety of your situation had to be false, a mirage.

You didn’t sleep that night. Instead, you split your time between staring up at the stars and circling the group, gun in hand as if you would be attacked at any moment. Your eyes often landed on Carl who slept so peacefully it hurt. His soft snores only keeping you more alert of the harsh world around you.

The paranoia didn’t seem to go away. Even after two weeks in the fortress you now considered home you felt uneasy. The silence was constantly screaming in your ears as you made yourself busy with mindless chores. Luckily your conversations had picked back up, everyone seemed more open, more normal. You and Carl had started hanging out again, re-reading battered comics and racing to see who could put together their gun faster. You won almost every time although you were pretty sure he let you. But there was always something lingering at the back of your mind, a door left open that everyone else had seemed to shut. So you kept your knife close and your gun closer. A small backpack always full at the end of your bed.

You always hummed as you worked. Carl had noticed it months ago, back at the farm as you did laundry or helped with dinner. You did it now as you cleaned your gun, a soft melody that he vaguely recognized filling the large room as you pushed a small brush into its barrel. It was overwhelmingly nostalgic for some reason. Suddenly Carl realized how much he missed music.

The tombs were strictly off-limits for you and Carl. Under absolutely no circumstances were you supposed to be traveling down in the dark as walkers roamed around you. Yet here you were, flashlight held in your left hand resting atop your right which held your small handgun, silencer far longer than its barrel.

You had both told yourself that this was simply to look for supplies, you both knew you were lying but neither spoke a word of it as you charged through the dank corridors, dodging groups of dead.

You cussed under your breath as the growls of walkers echoed in front of you, your way out suddenly closed off. You glanced around frantically, hearing the silenced shots as Carl began to engage with the small horde.

An unopened door caught your eye and you ran towards it calling Carl after you. You rammed your body into entry stumbling backward as it didn’t budge. You cursed snatching the doorknob feeling like a fool as it opened with an easy turn. You threw open the door, gun pointed in front of you, beam of light catching nothing as Carl scrambled in after you. You heard it slam shut the click of a lock following and sighed, hands falling to your knees as bangs and growls echoed around you.

“Well, we’re fucked.” You muttered slumping forward to your knees and hiding behind your hands. Maybe if you stayed there for a while everything would just go back to normal and it would be your mother banging on your bedroom door because you had locked her out again. Not some inmate’s corpse in the tombs of a prison you had dared to call home.

Carl glared down at you, everything in him screaming at him to be mad. It made him angry to see you give up so quickly. After everything you had been through you just gave up the fight. He swallowed his anger with difficulty

“We’re fine.” He spoke with more certainty than he had, “Just help me look around okay?”

You said nothing but got to your feet, Carl began towards the small corridor at the back of the room.

“Why were we even down here?” You asked no one imparticular.

Carl stopped eyes falling to his boots, “We need supplies.”

You scoffed, the sound of a drawer being busted open following, “No. Why were we really down here?” The boy didn’t respond but instead continued down the small hallway of darkness, eyeing the corner up ahead.

“We’re down here because we’re idiots.” You answered your own question, “We were down here for no other reason than to kill some already dead pricks and now we are going to die locked away in some cupboard like mice, after everything we are going to die being stupid k-”

“Hey!” You whipped around to see Carl beaming at you, “I found a way out.”

You bit back a grin, swinging open the last door of the old desk eyes widening as you peered inside, “I found something way cooler.”

You crossed your fingers in a silent prayer as you shut the top of the small electronic. You pressed play and squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation. Suddenly music began to flow through the speakers of the CD player. You jumped to your feet tacking Carl in excitement as raw guitar filled the room. He stumbled slightly back hitting the wall as you continuted to squeal into his ear breaking away and placing a messy kiss on his forehead.

You didn’t notice his cheeks bloom with deep red as you threw yourself onto your bunk giggling lightly. The music filled your surroundings in the most pleasant way, you felt like you were being buried in the thump of the drums and rumble of the bass. You slipped your eyes shut and sighed listening to the loud lyrics of a song you had never heard before. The grey of your vision had filled with color behind your lids as you hummed lightly to the melody.

Carl stared at you, eyes filled with a sense of admiration and yearning. You moved over slightly patting the spot beside you, never re-opening your eyes. Carl smiled softly slipping beside you and grinning. He let his eyelids fall, the music trapping him in a moment of euphoria as your knuckles brushed against his, the soft hum of your voice in his ear.

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Holi: The cruel darkness behind the festival of colors?

“Holi Festival” Why do we celebrate? Whose success is the Holi festival a symbol of?

Background:

*Gurukulam: Traditional School

*Mulnivasi: the farmers, artisans and locals settled in Indian subcontinent before 5000BC during Indus-valley-civilization (IVC), until the invasion of Aryans happened(2500BC-1700BC), who were completely erased off their culture. Today they form about 80% of Indian Population. Scheduled classes(22%) Scheduled Tribes(7%) Backward Classes(52%), together they are also referred to as Bahujans.

**Brahmans: They performed priestly acts, and count about 2% of Indian population. They performed rituals of sacrifice and induced belief and fear in people, making them controllers of God. Vedas were their holy scriptures, where they wrote: “adhyapanam, adhyayanam cha yejanam, yaajanam, thatha daanam prathigrahachaivaha, brahmana nama kalpayeth” “Learning and Teaching are sole-rights of Brahmans exclusively. To offer prayers to God, to Seek prayers from God, to give or take Offerings/Donations are all exclusively reserved for them.” “Samastha lokam Daivadeenaam, Daivadeenamtu Mantraadeenam, Tan Mantram Brahmanadeenam, Brahmano mama Daivatah” “The whole universe is under the control of God, God is under the control of Mantras, These Mantras are under the control of Brahmans, hence, Brahmans are ultimate Gods.” They created fear in people about their well-being, and suggest to perform a ritual, which costs them anything from a Chicken, to a lamb to a Cow.. up-to their own Wife or Daughter.. They convince the Mulnivasis “No pain - No gain” and the poor man is left with “Pain” while the Priest is left with “Gain”. So they used to earn their living, not by hard-work, but by squeezing the sweat out of the Mulnivasis. They graded people into different classes or Varnas, 20% (Priestly, Warrior, Businessmen) and Laborers (80%). Four things to be noted here: 1. Ritual Sacrifices of Animals, Livestock, Grain, fruits of Labor, etc. 2. Women sacrifices, they abused their power to sexually exploit Women. 3. Alcohol was highly praised, and it is glorified throughout Vedas 4. Lies and Theft. (Astrology, Rituals from Birth to Death thereby forcefully squeezing benefits in the name of Offerings) Even the history of Buddha was distorted by the Brahmans, but the main reason Buddha came to existence is due to the injustice happening to common man in terms of exploitation. He was the first revolutionary in the world, who reformed the society spiritually, communally, socially, with equality and fraternity on the basis of the following core principles: Do not Lie, Do not Steal, Do not kill Animals, Do not allow prostitution. Buddha since childhood was against injustice and wanted equality, by the time of Buddha, the Indus Valley Civilization which was matriarchal and based on humanity, was completely destroyed and became Male-dominated society of the Aryans. Due to Buddhism(600BC), the Brahmanism was completely wiped out till south-east Asia. But their minds did not change, and poisoned Buddha at the age of 85 to kill him. Slowly they regained their power, and destroyed all the Buddhist Monasteries (Aramas) and established Vedic religion until 300BC. Then came the “King Ashoka the Great” who established Buddhism big-time and spread it much further. This was the only “Golden Era of India” during which the GDP of his dynasty was about 1/3rd of the whole world. Until his 10th grandson “Brihadratha” who was killed by his own Brahman-General(Pushya Mitra Shunga) by deceit. Again the Brahmanism regained its glory with Shungas. The Monasteries meant for gaining knowledge and donations for the well-being of the society, was occupied by Brahmans, who made reforms at a very slow rate. These were slowly converted to Temples and centers of belief, fear, exploitation, and idol worship. Between 200BC and 200AD was the Constitution of Brahmanism created by “Manu” which is called “Manusmriti”. This document divided people into 4 Varnas, and created a rigid form of hierarchical-discriminatory society, where intermixing of Blood was banned ever-since, even until today for over 2000 years.

***Vishnu: This guy has taken every possible Avatar. Rama, Krishna, Vemana, Hari,.. and so on. By this you must understand, how important this guy is, that’s why he sits in the Richest temple of the World “Tirumala-Tirupati”. Not only that, they got to the extent of including Buddha as an Avatar of Vishnu. Why? They decorated a Buddha statue with ornaments and lady Goddesses beside him, then obviously to cover up, they need to create stories, right? So Buddha according to them, took the 10th avatar of Vishnu. They owned Buddha here. They owned the Buddhist non-violent way of life. They gave up Beef eating. They became Vegetarians.

But Buddha out-rightly rejected afterlife, soul and rebirth. How then, can they claim Buddha to be an avatar of Vishnu? Rather, take all his credit, and render him useless, that's what they did, that's what corrupt politicians do these days, i guess they learnt it long ago with Brahmanism. Exactly, even today, over 70% of all top positions in India in 2021 are held by this 2% community.

The versions of stories:

Ever since the Buddhism has been erased off the face of India by the Vedic religions(Aryans), the actual history has been patched-up with so called Neo-hinduistic(Brahmanism) religion, and several distorted stories have been built-up to make the innocent uneducated, as well as educated Indians their slaves. Several stories have been published and popularized behind the reason for Holi celebration: 1. Holika: A demoness who was threatening the village during night, to avoid her, burn huge fire at night and get rid of her. 2. Hiranyakashyapa: A king who did several hundreds of years of Penance, receives impossible powers from God Brahma to conquer death. He can not die on earth or sky, from human or animal, and many impossible fantasies. Having gained such great powers, he wants to prove his authority as God himself, and tortures the people of all the 14 worlds(Only god knows 14 worlds, I know only this planet Earth!). To suppress his Nonsense, his son Prahlada took avatar of Vishnu(another God also known as Hari) and he successfully kills his father performing various tricks, ultimately as Narasimha(Half lion-half human) avatar. 3. Prahlada: He was tortured by his father(Hiranyakashyapa) in several ways, with snakes, burnt him, etc.. But Holika, the sisterof Hiranyakashyapa had special power of protection from not burning by a special Shawl. Obedient Prahalada was ordered by his father to jump into the fire in the hands of Holika. So he took the order and Jumped. At the moment of entering the flame, he prayed to Vishnu, so Vishnu vanished the shawl from Holika and replaced it on Hiranyakashyapa, meanwhile Holika got burnt in her own fire. So to pay respect to Holika, holi is celebrated! Hope it makes any sense/ logic, but this is what the story says! 4. Banasura/Mahabali: Vamana(Dwarf Avatar of Vishnu) came to Mahabali (a benevolent king who has special powers against death) and requested to place his three steps on land. The Dwarf Vamana placed one step on earth, one step on heaven, and Mahabali offered his head for third step. (Don’t ask the logic behind 3 steps, and how! lol) Then Vishnu unveils his real Giant avatar after stepping on Mahabali’s head. His son Banasura, insulted by Vishnu’ foot stamping on his father’s head, Banasura chased Vamana to death and killed him by starvation! Succesors of Vamana: Brahmadi Upadyaya performed a death ritual known as “Dahanam” 5. Kama Dahanam: One crazy story! Shiva and his wife Shakti/Parvati were in deep Meditation (due to their own personal reasons), life sustenance in the world was in trouble due to Yoga of Shakti and Shiva, while the Demons wreaked havoc on the other Devas(Gods). These demons could only be killed by son of Shiva+Parvati. No to disturb their meditation, the Devas decide to approach god of love Kamadeva, to generate Lust between Shiva and Shakti. Devas threatened to curse him if he doesn’t oblige, so better to die in eyes of Shiva than this cheap bargain, Kamadeva decided to shoot arrow of Love on Shiva. And Shiva opens his third-eye, Kamadeva is burnt to ash! Upon request of all Gods, Shiva forgave Kamadeva and offers his life back, but he can be seen by none other that his wife Rathidevi. Kamadeva also referred as Ananga(one without his part), or you might’ve guessed right?

6. Buddhist Literature: Celebrate festival with five colors. Five colors depict Pancha-sheela( five-qualities). This day is also celebrated as the day when Buddha visited to his place of Birth. In Magadhi language during King Ashoka’s times, Dholi/Tholi which means “cradle” or “swinging” is found on inscriptions as a significant day of celebration. “Dahanam” means burning. In Buddhism, the following three things to be burnt: i. “Burning the Body” means Abandoning the body/bodily desires ii. Immoral/Negative Emotions iii. Immoral/Negative Thoughts Buddha achieved all the three. Kollata/Dandiya: Playing/Dancing two sticks. Each person holds two small sticks and according to music, the make moves and clap their sticks. A group dance, the history which can be found way back from a skit of 700AD which describes Ashoka times. Narasimha suktam: which was written by Buddha’s wife and people of his time, mentions several things during this Period of the year. A period of 15 days during Spring-Summer, when family gatherings happened, a beautiful period when couples were left to know each other. Joyful and playful times. Meanwhile, the Monks could get busy with burning the evil within them.

Coming back to the Main Story:

Asura: one who doesn’t consume Sura/wine Sura: one who consumes Sura/alcohol All the kings of Mulnivasis were named Asuras. All Asuras were depicted as Demons. All those who went against the Brahman supremacy of Education to the Privileged few, were labelled as Demons. All these Demons somehow, illogically, according to their own stories, caused disruption to the Devas/Suras/Gods. The Brahmans/Gods punished them, killed them, eliminated them by hook or crook. They then created distorted stories. The forbid learning/reading/hearing/speaking of Vedas, Puranas, and their holy Texts, for one reason. Uneducated, and illiterate are bound to believe what is told to them. But the distorted, illogical stories make sense as long as you are illiterate, or blinded by belief. There is no rationality involved. There is no questioning allowed.

To speak bullshit and to not confronting questions, the best way to achieve this? BAN READING, WRITING, LEARNING! So intelligent they were in sketching such a plan, but so unintelligent that they created such stupid stories, which, if you ask more than 2 questions, they need to disappear, or you need to disappear. Coz there's no logic, there's no connection, there's no sense, or just that it’s nonsense.

Unaware of this, the indigenous Bahujans of India (mulnivasis), on the occasion of the “Holi festival”, some of the Brahman and Marwari communities burn a picture of Ravanasura (This guy is totally irrelevant here, but again, a famous Demon, celebrated for his death on every occasion possible: Dussera, Diwali and so on) under the name of “Kama Dahanam” at night. The festival is celebrated by burning the Effigy overnight and sprinkling with colors during the day.

The reason is the tragedy of the murder of “Holika”, the native daughter of this country. Ignorant and misinformed indigenous people who do not know the history, sing “Anandakeli Rangeli” while begging, as a tradition they keep doing this. And for some who wait the whole year for Holi to come, so they can beg and earn their living for the rest of the year.. Was it a tradition of hardcore Holi-fanaticism, to wait all year for begging on this special day? Or was it a punishment imposed, on some sections and Communities, to hide the truth?

Today, we sprinkle colors, drink alcohol, eat meat and go to sleep.

The king of these natives (mulnivasi), Hiranyakashipu with his son Prahlada would recite Harinama in Gurukulam, the Aryans conspired to teach Haribhakti(devotion to Hari). Hiranyakashipu introduces in Gurukuls, education with a different idea than Aryan education in his kingdom, completely revolutionary and against the Aryan way of education.

The Aryans, who cannot tolerate this, try to provoke the father and son into a fight. Blinded by belief of the words of enemy “Hari”, Hiranyakashipu’s younger sister “Holika” tries to please her son-in-law Prahlada that he must obey his father. Seeing this, the Aryan king Vishnu pushes Holika into fire, kills her to death, in order to thwart Holika’s attempt to pacify Father and Son. The day of the most brutal murder of a woman in our history is celebrated in the name of a festival.

The time has come to unravel the wounds from the bottom-pit of history, the conspiracies of the descendants of Manusmriti who are burying themselves with us, by lying concocted and irrelevant, nonsensical stories. Children of Manu, are scared and confused and shivering, in hope that their fake reason-less, proof-less stories, do have an end!

Long Live “Holika” Long Live indigenous Martyrs..! Mahatma Phule, Savitri Bai, Babasaheb Ambedkar, Pulan Devi, Rohit Vemula are rewriting history. As we see that the heritage is expanding all over this country, so is the demystification, decrypting the Parasite brain of Manu and his successors. The oncoming scene is clear.

They will hide as many facts, they will recruit as many Babas and Gurus. They will create as many gods, they will create as many festivals, but the truth still remains! To patch up a lie, a new lie is to be told, to cover up the death, a new god is created… They keep lying, and we keep uncovering their lies…

Jai Bhim! Jai Insaan!

#jaibhim #jaibheem #babasaheb #ambedkar #fakesadhguru #sadhguruexposed #gandhimustfall #holi #false reality #liesofindia #manu

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Unfinished Business: Part 2

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past abuse, Blood, Fighting, Swearing, etc.

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

+ random character/group I made up (Romboldi & The Black Hats)

Word Count: 3,548

Summary: Y/n’s secret gets out and the gang scrambles to put an end to the Black Hats. But one thing is for certain, nothing is more terrifying than when the hunter becomes the hunted.

Requested by: @msbzowy

Part 1 | Part 2

Y/n took a deep breath before walking into the meeting room with Tommy, her hand slightly clamming up in his. Despite their love for her, she couldn’t shake the thoughts from her head about them possibly hating her.

Walking through the mahogany doors, the frenzied conversations stopped, as all eyes landed on Y/n.

Polly gasped and she immediately walked over to her, enveloping her in a huge hug. Ada followed, complimenting her new look as she made her way to her.

“What the fuck y/n you’re supposed to be ruling New York by now!” Arthur said rather loudly, coming over and pulling her into a rough embrace.

“Nice to see you too Arthur.” She said chuckling as she made her rounds around the room.

John handed her a shot and gave her a hug, with Finn and Michael joining in shortly after. She knocked the shot back and made her way over to a pregnant Esme and scowling Linda.

“Nice to see you both! Gosh I’ve missed you!” She said gently hugging Esme and awkwardly hugging Linda. She never did like her too much as Y/n noticed early on in their relationship.

After exchanging pleasantries she waltzed back over to Tommy, taking a seat by him and lacing their hands together. Polly smirked, her eyebrow raised at he interaction.

“So tell me y/n...how is New York?” She asked, taking a sip of her tea.

“Oh it’s...well it’s New York. Crowded, loud, cars everywhere. But there’s sky-high buildings that are being built, it’s amazing to see. She said taking her hand from Tommy’s and placing it in her lap.

“Do you like it more than Small Heath?” She asked.

“God no. I grew up here Poll. This is home.” She said, leaning back in the chair.

“Oi! Y/n, not to be so forward but what the hell are you back in this shit hole for?” He asked, handing her a glass full of whiskey. She smiled and took a sip, looking at Tommy.

“Is it alright if I tell them?” She asked, knowing Tommy usually handled the tough conversations.

“Go ahead love.” He said. Her heart jumped at the nickname, it’s been so long since she’d heard it.

Taking a swig of whiskey, she stood up and walked towards the head of the table slowly.

“So, I know last time we parted ways a bit harshly. But all past feelings aside, I actually came here on business...and it involves everyone here...” She said looking down at her drink in her hand.

“That doesn’t sound good. What kind?” Michael asked.

“Uh, Mafia business. Mr. Romboldi....of the Black Hats.” She said taking another sip of her drink.

“God them fuckers again? How the hell did ya get involved with those rats? He already blew our shit up last time!” Arthur said, his brows furrowing.

She looked nervously at Thomas, and he just quickly nodded for her to continue, all emotion leaving his face.

“Well, you all know how I can’t just sit around, so I went job searching when I got there. Not long after, I noticed how dangerous it was being there on my own. I was almost attacked a couple times...” She said brushing a stray hair out of her face. Gently steering the conversation away from that subject.

“Anyways...I needed protection, and plus, I had skills that other jobs didn’t need so I went to the source of why I left. I decided I’d work for the Black Hats but not to betray anyone, just to get money coming in, get some protection, and maybe some information over time. They don’t know I’m actually Y/n Y/l/n. I’ve been working undercover. I’ve been using an alias, faking an accent, and using fake papers to get my bearings in the gang. And I’m now their contract killer.” She said knocking back the last of the drink. She let the first half of the news sink in, walking towards Tommy, placing a hand on the back of his chair.

“Holy shit. Really?” John asked.

“Yeah. I’ve killed people all over the country to earn that spot. I’m not proud of how I got it, but I had to do what I had to do.” She said looking away, out the window at the people milling about.

“Oi! Bet they gave ya a nickname like one of them spies aye?” Arthur asked jokingly.

Y/n chuckled and nodded her head.

“It’s dumb but I liked it at the time. They called me Quick Shot.” She said chuckling.

“I got it on a mission when I was sniping for his men one night. The people that were on the list came up and I took them out quick, no one really knew where the shots came from but I was gone before they could find out.” She said.

“Damn.” John mumbled.

“But you’re back here though dear...why? Why does this involve us?” She asked concerned. Polly could always steer the conversations back to the problems at hand. Often times she had the most sense of the group.

Y/n walked away from Tommy and over to the whiskey and poured another glass as she spoke.

“As we all know, the last deal went sour to say the least, so he wants something else. He told me he wants Tommy’s gin. He wants to distribute it in America, and to get stocks and shit. So...he sent me here to persuade Tommy to pay full price for them running it back. He won’t be lowballed again. Over my two years there, I’ve unfortunately gotten to know how he works, and if he comes after one person he comes after the rest just the same. If Tommy refuses, he will most likely kill me and him, as well as anyone in relation to the Peaky Blinders.” She said sternly.

“My god...” Polly said, sipping her tea as she looked at Tommy. His face still the same. But y/n could practically see the gears turning in his head again, another plan in the works.

“So they don’t know you have history with us?” Ada asked.

“No. And if they find out, you might as well kiss me goodbye. They may be stupid but they can sense someone who’s faking. I honestly don’t know how I’ve made it this long if I’m honest.” She said sitting back by Tommy, sighing and rubbing her temple. The drinks going to her head slightly.

Tommy shuffled in his seat and got up, standing behind her chair, speaking sternly.

“I’ve made a plan. It must be followed exactly as I say. No exceptions.” He said, Ada rolled her eyes bracing herself for whatever wild plan was about to spew from his mouth.

“Y/n is going to call Mr. Romboldi from a pay phone to tell him I accept the offer. When they get here in a weeks time, we’re going to meet them in Charlie’s yard. I’m going to order crates to be shipped there with my fucking gin, and you all will stand by while I negotiate. To help Y/n stay out of their grasp, we’re going to place her on sniper duty. If they ask about her, don’t tell them anything, act like you’ve never met her.” He said.

“And what if word gets out? You know it travels around here.” Linda said.

“Then you’ll just have to keep your trap shut so it doesn’t. Not until this business is dealt with. I’m sure you can manage.” Y/n said annoyed. Linda glared at her. She was always a chatty one.

Tommy smirked, and looked down at his watch.

“Y/n?” Tommy asked.

“Yes?” She said looking at him, her eyes boring into his.

“You’re going to go to the pay phone tomorrow like we discussed, but try to keep it simple. I don’t want him asking too many questions.” He said.

“Alright. What time?”

“Noon”. He said, walking over and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“Okay.” She said, before making conversation with Ada and Arthur. Her laugh filling the room as she joked around just like old times.

Meanwhile, Tommy looked out the window, the plans rolling around in his head amongst the scraping of the tunnels that plagued his mind every day. A mix of dread and happiness filling his bones. As much as he was happy to see y/n back, he couldn’t stand people being out to get her and his family. And he couldn’t bear losing her again, especially to those men. He hated that they forced her to do certain things and now that she was back home, he wasn’t going to let that happen again. He knocked back his shot, the liquid streaming down his throat attempting to numb the pain he felt as he processed what happened over the last 2 hours. Just 2 hours ago he was coming back from a meeting with Johnny Dogs. Just 2 hours ago he was out taking care of things around the shops. Just 2 hours ago his life was half empty. The only things in it at the time were his family and the sounds of shovels scraping through the tunnels, consuming his mind. But then as if a prayer was answered by some god he didn’t believe in, there she was at his doorstep. And he was determined this time to not repeat the past.

“You okay?” Y/n asked, walking over to him. Her red heels clicking along the wooden floors. He sighed and turned around to face her, his tired eyes meeting hers as he felt himself relax a bit at her presence.

“How about we get out of here?” Tommy asked, taking her hand in his.

“Are we going to your place?” She asked. He nodded and she smirked, seeing his lips turn up in a slight smile.

“Everyone be ready by noon tomorrow. I’m heading home.” He said, taking y/n’s hand and pulling her out with him. Everyone sat there for a moment and Polly smirked.

“Are they seeing each other again? After what he did?” Ada asked her.

“I’m sure of it. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder and I think that’s true for them. He never wanted her to go Ada. He told me after she left that he regretted it but I told him whats done is done. But you know him....he’s never been one to let things go.” She said taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Who would’ve known Tommy Shelby had a heart.” She said chuckling.

The rest of them laughed as they went about their business. All of them wary about what the next week would hold.

Meanwhile, back at Tommy’s estate, he gave Y/n a quick tour around, before leading her up to his bedroom.

Her eyes widening at the huge room and lavish king bed.

“Wow. You really went all out here aye?” She said smiling, running her hands along the cotton sheets. He caught her hand, and took it, turning her around so she was facing him. He smiled slightly as he brought his lips to hers. She kissed back, dragging both of them onto the plush mattress, feverish kisses being placed on her neck by the one she thought she’d never see again. They continued their escapades, their worries for tomorrow quickly slipping away as the daylight faded around them.

The next morning Y/n awoke to the sound of Tommy’s light snores, feeling his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace. She wondered how long it had been since he’s slept decently, knowing all too well how his thoughts kept him up at night.

She let him sleep though, quietly getting up to wrap her bare body in one of Tommy’s robes as she made her way to the master bathroom. She went in and cleaned up, slowly coming to as the hot water dropped over her skin. When she got out she dug through her suit case to find a black dress and light sweater and decided that would work for the day’s activities. She quickly tensed though at the thought of conversing with Mr. Romboldi in an hours time.

As she put her last bit of makeup on, she heard Thomas get up and walk to towards the bathroom.

“Good morning love.” He said, kissing her cheek. She smiled and touched it, still in disbelief that she was here with him. She hated that’s she was bitter before, but now she’s grated to be there.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” Y/n asked.

“Better. Better than I have in 2 years.” He said. She smiled and turned to hug his bare form. He had a genuine smile on his face as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Tommy Shelby, I never knew such a smile existed.” She said. He chuckled as he stepped away preparing the bath.

“Are you going to go call him?” He said glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Yes. I’ll go to the shop as soon as it’s done and report what I hear.” She said gathering her things.

“Alright. If you need help call me. I love you.” He said.

“Love you too.” She said before heading into his room and out into the luxurious hallway. She took a deep breath as she got in one of the cars and drove to the payphone in town. She put the coins in the slot, waiting for the operator to answer.

The phone crackled as she held the metal device up to her ear. “Hello how may I help you today?” The operator asked.

“Hi. I’d like to place a call to 5023. New York.” She said. Then waited for the dreaded rough voice of the man who took her in, yet whore’d her out to his enemies.

“I was expecting to hear from you dear. How is that shit hole treating ya?” He asked.

“Fine. Nothing beats New York, sir.” She said in her fake accent.

“Did you accomplish what I sent you there for?” He asked.

“Yes. He will pay the full price for our services. You are to meet him at the place you went last time. I think he called it Charlie’s yard?” She asked, acting like she didn’t know where it was.

“Yes, I’ll never forget that dump. Tell him we’ll be there Monday. I’m boarding the ship in an hour. We’ll meet them at noon. Good job miss Anderson.” He said.

“Alright, I’ll pass that along to him. Thank you Mr. Romboldi.” She said.

“You’ll be back here in no time, don’t worry. We can’t afford to loose our best shooter to a grimy razor gang, plus, I have some new men who’d love to meet you.” He said, an evil tone lacing his voice towards the end as he egged on the conversation.

“Goodbye. See you when I get back.” She said hanging up. Not waiting for a reply. She took a deep breath and shook the thought of giving herself to more random men out of her head and got back in the car, looking out at the busy streets as she neared the shop.

She immediately went in and said hi to Ada and Polly who smirked at her, knowing full well she stayed the night with Tommy.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Polly asked.

“Just reporting to Tommy, is he here?” She asked glancing around.

“Not yet, but you can wait around here. I want all the details.” She said smirking.

Y/n smirked and sat down in a chair near Ada.

“Yes we fucked, what more do you want me to say?” She said taking a cigarette out of her pocket, Polly reaching out to light it.

Ada smirked “Well are you all dating or not? He hasn’t been with anyone since ya left for gods sake!” She said excitedly. Y/n’s eyes widened a bit in shock. Thomas Shelby not fucking around was something she’d never thought she’d hear.

“Well we definitely made up for lost time, but I don’t know if I’d call it dating. Hell, I just came back yesterday but I felt like I’ve never left. What do I make of that?” She asked.

“I think you should ask him. I’m sure he’s already said he loves ya. I can see it between you two.” Polly said. Y/n smiled remembering earlier at his house.

“Alright, I will.” Y/n said, watching the door, waiting for him to burst through.

Not 5 minutes later he did, walking straight into his office, his face expressionless as usual.

“Guess that’s my cue.” Y/n said sighing and reluctantly getting up.

“Good luck my dear.” Polly said before turning back to her work.

Y/n walked to the closed door before her and knocked three times, just as she did all those years ago.

“Come in.” Tommy said, his desk strewn with papers.

Tommy glanced up from his papers and motioned for her to shut the door. He quickly shuffled some of the papers away and sat up, his eyes on her as she took a seat in the leather chair.

“How did it go?” He asked taking a cigarette out of his metal case. Rubbing it on his lips before lighting it.

“Okay...I told him you’d accepted his offer and that you’d meet at Charlie’s yard on Monday at noon.” She said looking away from him.

He studied her movements, the way she fiddled with her hands, her eyes avoiding him, her brow furrowed with worry.

“What else did he say y/n?” He asked quietly.

She looked down as she spoke, tears threatening to fall.

“He said that I’d be back in no time. Meaning he probably wants me back any day now. He doesn’t know I’d be there with you all so I could just stay here as planned, but I don’t want them to find out I’m here. He said he had new men who’d love to meet me.” She said with a disgusted look on her face.

Tommy sighed and took a drag of his cigarette.

“I’m not letting them take you back, y/n. You don’t have to worry about that.” He said looking into her eyes.

“Well once his men find out I’m not back, he’s going to get word of it.” She said quickly wiping a stray tear from her face.

“If they do, we’ll just have to kill them then.” He said.

“What about the men back there? I’m not whoring myself out. I’m not doing that again. He’s a sick man.” She said as more tears fell. She hated doing things for her boss but it was a comply or be killed type of situation back then.

“You won’t have to do that anymore. You’re a blinder do you understand?” He said getting up and walking over to her. She got up and he pulled her into a hug, her cries muffling as she rested her head on his chest.

“I won’t let them hurt you. You’re safe here. Do you hear me? You won’t have to do that, I’m not ever sending you away again.” He said.

Once she calmed down, she looked up at him, his ocean eyes staring back at her.

“I love you...y/n I really do.” He said.

Y/n nodded and smiled. “I love you too.”

Later that night she got home late after joining the gang at the Garrison. Tommy was in the bathroom taking a shower while she was getting undressed and putting on a nightgown. She only had a finite amount of clothes, so luckily she was able to find the time to shop earlier during the day.

“I thought you’d be sleeping y/n.” He said as y/n sat up in bed reading one of Tommy’s books.

“I can’t, I have something on my mind.” She said, turning the pages.

“What is it?” He asked, getting in bed beside her. Kissing her shoulder as he watched her skim the book.

“Polly and Ada asked about us today. And Ada asked if we were together again...” she said, her heart racing as she spoke.

“Do you want to be together?” He asked. She took a moment to think, mad that she was so bitter before, but she decided to let those feelings go to make way for new ones. New beginnings perhaps.

“Yeah, I’d like to. Only if you promise to not boot me out again.” She said looking at him.

“Then we’re together then. And I’ve told you before love, I’m never making that mistake again.” He said kissing her shoulder before lying down. She smiled and closed the book, lying down and cuddling into his side for the night.

Over the next few days, they grew in their trust and in their relationship more. And when they weren’t dealing with the matters at hand, they decided to tell the family, which wasn’t much as they all expected it.

Y/n looked around the room at all of them, finally feeling okay with herself and with who was in her life, and by her side. But she couldn’t shake the nerves of her past, as she still had to deal with them when they got there.

Monday came around rather quickly though, much to everyone’s dismay. Her stomach lurched as she got a phone call at her new desk at the shop.

“Shelby Company Limited.” She said nicely.

“Tell y/n y/l/n we have a surprise for her. Courtesy of Mr. Romboldi.” He said and then hung up.

Her stomach lurched again, but in fear. She got up quickly, her face paling as she steadied herself at her desk, walking with shaking hands to Tommy’s office. It was an hour before noon. An hour before she had to get to her position.

She barged in frantically not caring that Tommy was in the middle of discussing the plans for today with Arthur and the boys.

“Hello y/n. What is it?” He said putting his cigarette out and sitting back in his chair with an annoyed look on his face.

“T-they know. Thomas they know my name. They know I’m here.” She said fear dancing wildly in her eyes.

Within seconds the boys grabbed their weapons and their caps and headed out the door to Charlie’s yard. Thomas on the other hand stayed behind.

“What happened y/n?” He asked gathering his things.

“I um, I got a call a few minutes ago. And he said tell y/n y/l/n we have a surprise for her. Courtesy of Mr. Romboldi.” She said her hands shaking.

Thomas paced around while checking the rounds in his gun. He pulled out a sniper rifle and loaded it as y/n stood there.

He quickly shoved the gun into y/n’s hands and stared at her.

“Y/n. Hey. Listen to me. I’m not letting him get you. I’m taking you to the rooftop overlooking Charlie’s yard ok? They won’t notice you. You’re going to go there and stay there unless we need you on the ground ok? Just take care of the men around us.” He said.

“Okay...” she said and followed him out to the car. He stepped on the gas, booking it there. It was easier for her to keep calm when she was hunting down other people, but it was terrifying knowing she’s become one of the hunted.

As they sped down the dirt covered streets they parked outside of an abandoned 3 story building. He quickly looked around and led her up to the roof to where she could see clearly. The wind nipping at her neck slightly as she adjusted her position and steadied her breathing. She could see John and Arthur standing guard below holding two suitcases and Michael, Finn, and Isiah on the opposite side waiting. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tommy walk out into the middle of the area, checking his watch. As if on cue, a black dingy car pulled up as 5 men climbed out including Mr. Romboldi. They each had either a handgun or machine gun with them, along with a lone black suitcase.

She saw as Mr. Romboldi came near Tommy, sitting the briefcase on an old wooden table and opening it, revealing what looked to be a lot of money inside.

“I’m not here to take your money Mr. Romboldi, I’m here to give you your gin and your payment for your troubles.” He said as Arthur and John brought over the suitcases.

Mr. Romboldi smirked and lit a cigar. The smoke rising into the air.

“It’s not for you Mr. Shelby. It’s for y/n y/l/n.” He said.

“That name doesn’t sound familiar.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette as he stared blankly.

“Are you sure? It sounds an awful lot like someone who we have workin’ for us by the same first name. You thought you could fool us y/n?” He said, loudly yelling the last part and looking around the rooftops.

Y/n quickly ducked down before he could look over towards the building she was perched on. Steadying her breathing as she waited.

Mr. Romboldi continued to ramble on.

“We know she’s here because she hasn’t came back to our headquarters, and my men are very fond of her. They’d know when a pretty girl like that goes missing.” He said. Still loud enough that she could hear.

Tommy blankly stared as he shook his head again, denying he knew her.

“Look, the only way we found out for sure was because one of them, a certain man she was seein’ mentioned her not visiting him. He was ya know...scheduled to see her one night this past week if you know what I mean...” He said chuckling.

“And he brought it up to my men and they contacted me while I was on that shitty boat. Now....I know we have a deal, and I’m accepting your payment this time, but I also have a deal of my own ya hear?” He said.

“I hear you. What’s the deal?” Tommy asked.

��You give me the money and the gin, and I pay you for y/n. She’s the best I’ve got in more ways than one despite her foolin’ us and I know she’s here. We researched into her little background and couldn’t find nothin’ on a fuckin’ Y/n Anderson.” He said taking another puff of his cigar.

“That’s unfortunate.” He said, growing tired of him talking. He motioned for Arthur and John to go as he sat up a bit.

“You ain’t leavin’ not with out giving me my girl.” He said. Her stomach turned over how he talked about her. Like she was some piece of meat ready for the wolves.

Tommy smirked and leaned in closer to him, one of Mr. Romboldis men pointing a gun at Tommy and walking near him until the barrel touched his temple.

He paid the gun little mind and continued.

“If she’s your girl...then why was she in my bed then aye?” He said, as he watched the older mans face grow red with anger.

“You bastard! I knew it. You can come on out y/n we have a ship to fuckin' catch.” He said yelling.

“I know for a fact that she wouldn’t want be with you. You’re just in a filthy razor gang!” He said. Tommy attempted to get up but not before the man clicked the gun a bit causing him to stop.

John and Arthur raised theirs as the other men stood guarding their boss, not getting a chance to reach for their guns. Arthur started beating one of them while John threw some punches and disarmed the other.

Y/n slowly raised her head up a little, just enough that she could get a clear shot.

Mr. Romboldi got up and took all the suitcases and walked to the car as Tommy tried to grab the mans arm to disarm him. He shot the gun, the bullet flying through the air at a random spot, hitting a building nearby.

Y/n aimed for the guys who were getting too rough with John and Arthur and quickly shot two bullets, each of them striking them in the head.

It gradually got more quiet as two of the 5 were dead. But Tommy still struggled with the man who held him at gunpoint taking a slew of punches to the face and chest. Michael, Finn, and Isiah fought the other two, giving her just enough time to find an opening to kill one of the men. She shot striking the man going after Finn, hitting him in the chest. The other guy soon ran over to Tommy, attempting to help the other man attack him. Tommy pinned one down laying punches on his face as blood sprayed up onto his dress shirt.

Y/n didn’t hesitate though, instead she shot the man who was about to attack him from behind.

As she took a moment to get her bearings, she saw Mr. Romboldi grab a machine gun out of his car, aiming right for Tommy who was slowly getting up after beating the guy to death. He unfortunately didn’t notice her boss aiming at him.

Before Tommy could pull out his own gun, he saw a shot hit the guys head. The once ruthless, balding, red-faced mafia leader from New York lying lifeless on the cold pavement as he bled out.

Tommy looked up and saw y/n. The smoke from the rifle still floating off the gun and into the air. He had never been so happy to be staring at the barrel of a gun, or more so the person behind it.

Without thinking, y/n got up and ran down the stairs and into the open area and ran straight to Tommy, not caring about the blood and dirt caking her shoes as she did so. He welcomed her with a warm embrace, as she looked up and examined his face, he was bleeding from his temple and his lip, but other than that he seemed fine. Despite his injured lip, she kissed him for a moment before he stopped her and looked down at her.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said.

She just nodded and embraced him again. Happy that she had the man that she loved back in her arms, and a job she loved to go to everyday. As crazy as it was, she wouldn’t trade this life for the world, no matter the cost.

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ayyyez · 4 years

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Hello! Can I request a Neji one shot where the reader comes from the sand village (and is siblings with Temsari, kankoro, and Gaara? Maybe?) and things get steamy at the hot springs

a/n: gotta love them hot springs moments ehehe (Oh no there’s only one bath left and it’s for couples *gasp*) warnings: only a little bit of smut toward the end :)

It started when you would accompany Temari to Konohagakure on missions. It was primarily to foster a good relationship between your village and theirs but honestly it felt like a little getaway every time.

The Hidden Leaf was beautiful and full of luscious greenery unlike the Sand Village. You enjoyed your time there more than you cared to admit, especially since you had started encountering the one and only Neji Hyuga.

Neji was seemingly indifferent at first. Although he gave you respect you sensed he was a stickler for following the rules. So you took it upon yourself to tease him every opportunity you got. In the end you both had a comfortable banter with underlined tension.

‘Back again so soon?’ Neji mused, waiting for you in the centre of the village.

‘What can I say I just can’t get enough of those hot springs I visited last time.’ You smirked. ‘Oh and your company isn’t so bad either.’

Neji returned your smirk muttering a backhanded compliment.

The two of you walked, making small talk and comfortable teasing remarks until you reached the counter at the hot spring. That’s when things took an interesting turn.

‘I’m sorry but all the group and singles are full.’ The woman and the counter said, brow furrowed as she scanned through the registry.

‘What a shame.’ You admitted, cursing that you hadn’t made a reservation.

‘Are there any reservations open for tomorrow?’ Neji inquired.

‘I’m afraid we are booked up for the week.’ The woman said with an apologetic tone, flipping through the pages. ‘Oh wait! Perfect!’

‘There’s a spot?’ You asked, pushing your hands together in a prayer position.

‘Yes we had a cancellation for the session starting in 5 minutes.’ She continued. ‘It’s a couples bath.’

‘Oh we aren’t-’

‘We will take it!’ You said, cutting Neji off.

He tensed and shot you a look. But you just bit your lip and shrugged, silently affirming that you were really looking forward to the hotsprings that this would be worth the cost.

‘Follow me, I’ll take you to the room.’

You followed the woman immediately but Neji hesitated behind you. When you realised you turned back and called out to him.

‘Come on, it’s not a big deal! I’ll cover my eyes, promise!’ You waved your hand over your face for emphasis.

He sighed, muttering something under his breath before he gave in and followed.

Once you were shown into the room and left alone the air between the two of you changed. It was far more tenser than usual and the silence was almost deafening.

You reached for the hem of your shirt about to lift it off when Neji spoke.

‘I can just wait outside.’

‘Don’t be silly, I said before it’s not a big deal.’

‘That’s not true.’ He said with a sigh. ‘You wanted to come her so it’s only fair you are the one who gets the bath.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘There is plenty of room for the both of us.’ You bit your lip. ‘But if you are feeling uncomfortable then I’ll go in first while you’re back is turned then you can come in. I’ll make sure my back is turned until you’re safely under the surface.’ When he didn’t say anything you added. ‘You will have your side and I’ll have mine.’

‘Very well.’ He relented, despite his better judgement.

The truth was Neji wanted nothing more than to share the couples hotspring with you but that very want scared him beyond belief. He had a feeling that you taking such time to convince him meant you wanted that too but he couldn’t be sure. Perhaps that just what he wanted and he was projecting.

‘I’ll be getting undressed now.’ You warned, pulling the shirt over your head.

Neji swallowed, audibly. ‘Let me know when it’s time.’

‘Yessir.’

You continued stripping your clothes, folding them neatly on the bench in front of you. Then you grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around you as you entered the bathing area. The moment you did the steam hit you and your body relaxed.

Wasting no time you walked over to the edge dropped your towel and stepped into the water. The moment your skin hit the warm water your body trembled at the sensation. It felt so good and soothing already. It didn’t take long for you to submerge.

‘Your turn, Hyuga!’ You called. ‘I’ve got my eyes shut so let me know when to open them!’

Keeping your promise you closed your eyes and titled your head back for good measure.

Neji shivered at the sound of the your voice and the anticipation of the moment. As he opened his eyes and began undressing her noticed how his fingers shook while unbuttoning his shirt. He chastised himself, attempting to keep it together. As he shed the last of his clothing he grabbed a towel and took a deep breath.

Mustering all the courage he could he turned and headed into the area.

‘I’m coming in.’ He warned, just in case.

‘Eyes are shut tight.’

As he entered the bath area his eyes immediately locked onto you, your body just hidden beneath the water. With another audible swallow he tore his eyes from you and headed toward the other side of the hotsping. With a moments hesitation he dropped the towel and stepped into the water.

Pinning his eyes onto something in the corner of the room he spoke.

‘You can open your eyes now.’

And you did, carefully lifting you head to see his face but he wasn’t looking at you. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t relaxing either.

‘I don’t mind if you look at me.’ You said, bluntly.

‘What?’ He asked, gaze snapping to meet yours.

‘I just mean you don’t have to be so tense, I don’t mind if you see anything.’

He frowned. ‘You shouldn’t be so casual with people like this.’

‘I am not casual with other people like this, I am saying this specifically to you.’

He couldn’t hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.

‘Very well.’

A smirk came to your lips at his reaction. This maybe a rare opportunity to tease him like this. That and it was just so intimate you couldn’t help feeling flushed yourself.

‘Unless,’ you began, coyly, ‘there’s another reason you don’t want to look at me?’

Neji frowned.

‘Maybe I’m not your type.’ You pouted a little.

‘It’s not that.’ He said a little too quickly. ‘That is...I mean...’

‘Oh! So I am your type?’

Neji’s frown deepened and his blush intensified. ‘You’re teasing me on purpose aren’t you?’

‘A little but I am also a little curious.’

The water sloshed against the edges of the hotspring as you shifted. The sound echoed throughout the room.

‘Curious about what?’ Neji dared ask. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest at the moment it was overwhelming.

‘Whether or not you want to look.’

Of course he did but it wouldn’t be proper!

‘I don’t mind.’ You repeated. ‘Look until your hearts content.’

His brow twitched at that, feeling his gaze draw ever closer to you. Damnit.

‘Perhaps you need a little encouragement.’ You chuckled. ‘Or perhaps you want a closer look.’

The water sloshed again but this time more violently as you pushed your way toward Neji.

The entire time his heart thrummed all the way through to his temples. He was frozen, stuck there with you approaching him. He couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. He was torn between wanting and fear.

When you reached him you stopped.

In that moment Neji’s eyes finally met yours. He was annoyed at you teasing him, that was clear but he also didn’t want you to stop.

You gave him a sweet smile before reaching out to cup his chin. Your eyes drifted down to his lips as you ran your thumb across them. It pulled soft gasp from them.

‘So soft.’ You observed, his eyes burning a hole in you as he looked at you with a fiery gaze. ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘You need to ask?’

‘Consent is key.’

‘Do it.’ It was a breathless whisper but you caught on to the need behind it.

You press your lips against his, firmly, wantingly, feeling him tense beneath you. As you parted your lips and kissed him again, the the water pushed you closer toward him and you sunk into his lap.

The kiss continued longer than you anticipated.

Neji’s hands found your back, pulling you closer toward him.

‘Is this an attempt to smoothen negotiations.’ You teased, pressing your forehead against his.

‘No,’ he said, through bated breath, ‘this is entirely and wholly personal.’

You gasped as he leant toward you and captured your lips with his. It seemed you had awakened a boldness in Neji you had not expected but welcomed gladly.

Then you wanted to be closer to him, wanted to touch him more, as your hands began to wander his body. They traced across his cheeks, down his throat and across his chest. In turn you tugged you closer, feeling your bottom halves meet and grind together.

Neji kissed across your chin and down you neck, paying particular attention to the soft skin there. Your hands came to his neck as your head lulled back at the attention. You were completely lost in the moment when you felt something hard against your thigh.

Forgetting where you were, blinded totally by the need to touch him more, you reached down to his erection and began stroking him loosely. Neji let out a strangled moan and let his head fall against your shoulder. He indulged the moment for a few strokes before he stopped you.

‘Wait, wait.’ He said, breathless. ‘We can’t do this here. Not in public and not in the hotsprings.’

‘But somewhere else is alright?’

Neji met your eyes and nodded with a little hesitation. He was nervous.

‘What’s closer, the place I’m staying or yours?’

Neji closed his eyes to think. ‘Mine.’

You stood immediately, reaching out a hand. ‘Well then what are you waiting for? I’m definitely in the mood to do something more fun than relaxing.’

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oikawas-fav-alien · 4 years

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Dominant | Taichi Kawanishi x Reader

✧ Summary: Student body president to the most renown school in the Miyagi Prefecture, it made you wonder how Kawanishi, a regular on the infamously dominant volleyball team, was such a lazy jackass.

warnings: language, otherwise none, rated K+ :)

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As the student body president, it was your sworn duty to uphold the high ethics as a student and leader. Many often described your personality as rough or overly haughty from your mean-looking resting face. However, they continued to vote for you simply because you were the most qualified and your very presence screamed authority. You wanted to pursue politics in the future and therefore treated the role professionally. In your first-year, you were already elected as a delegate to the student government. Second-year, you were the vice president. And in your third-year you were the highest position possible. The only thing that kept you held back before was the very fact that underclassmen were not allowed to run as president.

You used the position as practice and cared for your potential constituents. There were a few major players here and there, thankfully they were your friends. Growing up alongside Ushijima and Tendou had their benefits. If you had the favor of the volleyball team, you might as well have the whole school crawling in the palm of your hand. Thankfully, none of the people actually on the team could run for student government since they were so busy with the sport. To win over the rest of the student body, there was a fairly popular second-year student who came from a wealthy family that many just looked up to. You often questioned why she did not run for student govt. and once asked her why.

After spotting her at the library, you decided on approaching the girl, “You would be perfect and I don’t see why not.”

“Thanks senpai, but nah. After you’ve seen the shit that I’ve seen... You wouldn’t want to be the leader of such arrogant little sheep.”

You laughed at her metaphor and asked, “I didn’t know sheep could be conceited?”

“Of course! They’ll give you all the attitude in the world, but still follow you in the end.” She joked. Behind her you recognized the light tuft of brown hair that indicated the presence of the current starting setter of the volleyball team.

“It’s a pleasure to see you, Shirabu-kun.” You nodded to the boy who was waiting for the girl in front of you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you from your boyfriend.” Almost instantly, they both denied the claim. The both of them were rather sheepish in their words and you wondered really if the two of them did not have something going on.

“That’s cute. Well, when you guys end up going to the spring formal together, be sure to send pictures to the Shiratorizawa Academy page on Instabook!” You advertised to the blushing couple, walking away before they assaulted you with more denials.

You were early to your class and browsed away on said application to see the newest posts. Since you were the secret wielder of the Shiratorizawa page, you saw everything. People were still liking the post of Semi and his girlfriend at the autumn formal and that had been months ago. There were various other couples scattered throughout the page, but when other students saw Semi and his significant other, they could not help but think, “Goals af.”

They were going strong and you could not help but feel a hint of jealousy. You grew up in Shiratorizawa Academy in both junior high and high school and there was not a single person in your year that you were not already previously associated with. The boys were those who were immature or simply someone you did not see pursuing. After seeing Tendou eat four-crayons in fourth-grade or Ohira singing along to the barbie-girl theme song, you could say that your view of many of the boys was incredibly skewed. You knew them for too damn long and there was no way you could date any of them. On the flip-side, the people you spent most of you life with knew your name, face, and outgoing personality more than any other candidate. You won the popular vote with a landslide majority, even during your first-year when three other people were running for the same position. This also came with an obvious disadvantage. Almost everyone knew you and that put yourself in a large spotlight. Your daily life was constantly broadcasted and you had to put on a sunny demeanor even if you were having a bad day. Teachers expected the very best from you and anything less would indicate that you were not prepared to be president, forget being prime minister.

It was unfair of your teachers to take advantage of your position, but you took it with stride and a chin held high. It was your sworn duty and you would not slack on any given responsibility. You would volunteer to help clean a classroom in addition to your duties in student government. To do this and uphold good grades in advanced classes, your social life was nearly obliterated. The only person you kept in daily contact with was him, a new project that a teacher assigned to you almost out of spite.

He was a starting middle-blocker on the volleyball team. That fact in itself made you assume that he was as diligent as Ushijima or his very roommate Shirabu, or really like most of the other members of the male volleyball team. His transcript showed his engagement in advanced classes since junior high. And yet, the teacher aggressively requested that you tutor the young man.

And you learned rather quickly that Kawanishi Taichi was an ass.

It really bothered you that a man with his potential failed to fully utilize it. You had better odds finding Kawanishi asleep in his dorm than in the library with his supposed study group. In advanced, you asked several times for the two of you to meet the group and study there. And more than once, he failed to show up and you simply studied with Shirabu and his not-girlfriend.

After that escapade, you made sure to show-up directly at his door with the reading material, snacks – so he could not complain about being hungry – and enough prayers to Jesus to help you through this trial.

You were sat-up on the edge of his bed, dictating to him which sections of the chapter and the appropriate equations he should memorize for the upcoming exam. Kawanishi was previously sitting next to you, but he opted to lay back with his hands folded behind his head. His roommate, Shirabu, was out (probably studying in the library with you know who.)

You sighed loudly and almost slammed the book shut. “You’re so cute when you’re angry, (F/N).” He commented.

“Flattery won’t help you pass abstract algebra, Kawanishi-kun.”

“I’ve told you to address me by my first name. And hopefully, it’ll get me a date with the most elusive girl on campus.” He slowly drew out.

“And I told you not to.” You sighed again, adding to the innumerable amount, “You were the only one who qualified for college prep classes in your second-year and you’re taking advantage of this by… failing advanced math.” You stated.

“Ouch.”

The pure fact that he shared the same third-year level math class was impressive. You sat in the very front and your attention never strayed from the professor’s lecture and had failed to notice the young-man before. But once you saw Taichi's work ethic up close, you knew he was nearly a lost cause. It was rare for him to study and you only wondered why. The teacher originally told you that Kawanishi had the capacity to be the best in class, only he was barred somehow.

Ugh.

You reiterated the question once more, “Prove that if a and b are nonzero integers for which a | b and b | a, then b = ± a.” You looked over and was not surprised to see that Kawanishi had the audacity to close his eyes! You dropped the book on the ground, startling the boy. “I’m leaving.”

“You have to give me time to think, babe.” You were halfway across the room when he sat-up to write some solution to the problem. Unsure if he was actually doing the question, you went back to look-over his shoulder.

Before you could read to the bottom of the page, he slowly turned his head towards you to say, "Since a | b, there is an integer m with b = ma. Since b | a, there is an integer k with a = kb. Substituting a = kb in the equation b = ma we get b = m(kb), so since b is nonzero we can cancel it to get 1 = mk. Since both m and k are integers, and |1| = |m| · |k|, we must have |m| = 1 and |k| = 1, so either b = a or b = - a.”

You looked back into the book to see that yes, Kawanishi’s answer was correct.

He was giving you his lazy stare, one that even you could not decipher. Kawanishi was waiting on you and you hesitated, completely dumbfounded, “Well… It seems you’re ready for the exam.” You gave a weak excuse and exited from his dorm. He did not fight it and seemed to lie back down as you left.

Kawanishi was an utter conundrum. This was not the first time that he amazed you with his intelligence. You brushed off these previous events as rare, but it seemed to not be the case as time went on. The teacher never indicated he was failing, you only assumed so by the many red-marked on his returned homework assignments. But homework was only a small percentage of the final grade, falling in importance by attendance. Outside of your tutoring sessions, you did not really know Kawanishi in his natural element.

You decided on watching the game between Shiratorizawa and Johzenji High. You spotted other people in the crowd, like the supportive girlfriend of Semi and not-girlfriend of Shirabu, but decided on straying from the rest and sitting elusively alone. Kawanishi was just switching into the game, standing right next to the net. After spending extended time with Tendou in and out of class, you knew the basics to volleyball and his role. It just so happened he shared it with Kawanishi.

He played an offensive and defensive role that competed with the tallest members of team. The tallest person was probably Wakatoshi, but he was middle blocker. After that, Kawanishi seemed to tower over the rest of them – Tendou included. The problem was that Tendou shun so brightly, with his unusual hair and outgoing personality. Everyone was aware of his skill and given nickname, the “Guess Monster.” You could almost call the two middle-blockers opposites. To any outsider, Kawanishi was giving a completely impassive appearance to the enemies on the court. But you knew he was thinking and that the little hamster in his brain was working tenfold. He was capable of blocking the spikes of a certain loudmouthed Johzenji player, who made it necessary to yell at random moments. Kawanishi made it appear as if he was putting little to no effort – probably to keep his cool-looking exterior – but you knew better.

Maybe you judged Kawanishi too quickly?

Shiratorizawa closed both sets in their favor and you made your way down to the court before the crowd could block your way.

“Could I get a picture of the victors to send to the Shiratorizawa page?”

Tendou was eager to nod in agreement before grabbing an underclassmen you recognized as Goshiki Tsutomu and an expressionless Ushijima Wakatoshi. Kawanishi spotted you and looked away, deadpan appearance still displayed on his face.

What the hell was that?

During your private tutoring session, Kawanishi was a man filled with unending charisma and charm. And in this instance, not a full day later, he was ignoring you entirely. Who could possibly explain the paradox that is Kawanishi?

“Why do you want to know so badly, huh?” Tendou supplied your question with not an answer, but another question. You shared an English class with the guess monster and decided that during break, you would ask more about the young middle-blocker.

“You know I tutor him… And I fear that I might have judged him too quickly.”

“He’s an ass.”

“Well, I know that.”

“He doesn’t talk to his teammates much.” He candidly stated, “Kawanishi is very similar to his roommate.”

“Shirabu?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah, they’re both quiet little shits. They like to sit and observe others around them, only speaking if they were called out. Taichi is quieter than Kenjiro though, the latter is hella salty and has no problems sassing his older ones!”

“Huh.” This description seemed like the opposite one that you were used to. Kawanishi had no problems calling you nicknames and there was never a quiet between the two of you. It seemed like he even took amusement in constantly teasing you.

“Something wrong?”

“Not at all what I expected, that’s all.” You confessed, “He seems pretty lazy.”

“Oh he is!” Tendou interjected, “Don’t get me wrong, Taichi has let a ball hit the ground perfectly in! But he’s smarter than he gives off. We play the same position, but his blocking methods are more experiential. Taichi sticks to read blocking, but when he’s in the zone he guess-blocks like me. And if all else fails, he’ll go for the option he knows he can block.”

“That’s… clever.” You were hesitating in your words and Tendou noticed it, evident from the narrowing of his wide eyes, but he did not comment on it outwardly.

Instead, he replied with, “But it’s obviously not as impressive as my method!”

You laughed lightly and complimented, “Seems like no one can compete with the attention of the guess monster.”

At this point, the teacher entered the room and continued with class. Your thoughts often surrounded the elusive man and you wondered if Kawanishi really did act differently around you than the others, but you were running out of options to ask from. If Tendou’s description was accurate, then there was no way that Wakatoshi could give you more valuable information. Shirabu was Kawanishi’s roommate and closest companion, he must know more than the rest. But surely, he would convey to the middle-blocker your interest and you could not handle Taichi finding out.

You went to the second best.

“How’s my favorite kouhai?” You attempted to coerce the popular second-year into conversation, but she gave you the face that knew what you were up to. It was a widely known fact that she was Shirabu’s best friend, member of a second-year study group that included him, and gossip queen – she had to know something.

“If you need something just say it, (L/N)-san. Better make it quick, I have class soon and I can’t be rude to the only senpai that I like.” You caught her in the hallway, typing away on her phone.

You sighed, “What can you say about Kawanishi?”

“Taichi?” She put her phone back in her bag to look down at nothing in particular, whilst frowning. “He’s a lazy piece of shit who knows better than to act like how he is now. You’re tutoring him, so you’ve probably seen it.”

“Yeah…”

“He’s pretty quiet, but not at all shy. Taichi has a personality that’s rough around the edges and it seems like he has a permanent bitch face on. But he opens up to those he can trust.”

“Oh.”

At that reaction, your kouhai quickly stepped in front of you and stopped walking, blocking your immediate pace. “What do you mean, ‘Oh?’ Do you like him?”

“No, it’s just he’s been acting a certain way around me. I was wondering how much of him I really knew.”

“Like how?”

“Like teasing me, calling me ‘babe’ of all things.” Her eyes widened at the newfound gossip and you could almost feel the internal screaming she was projecting. You were unsure if you should walk-away at the stunned girl or shout to grab her attention.

“How cute.” She simply stated, composing herself in a single second and then was on her way.

That conversation did not help your nerves at all and your next class was shared with the aggravation of your thoughts! You approached life like a simple equation. There were variables here and there, but eventually all would be solved and revealed. Math was your shit and yet Kawanishi defied every prior algorithm of judgement you had unofficially convened in your mind.

Since you were relatively early to class, you took the empty seat next to Kawanishi – which was the very last seat in the back! He strolled in with headphones buried in his ears, showing not a single care. His dark eyes narrowed at your presence, but this time he actually acknowledged you with a casual wave.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He did not dignify you with a response, just a sly lift of his eyebrow that you knew suggested something! But you simply rolled your eyes, happy to see your usual Kawanishi and continued, “For studying. Don’t get anything in that head of yours.”

Woah, take a step back.

Your Kawanishi? Since when did you think of Kawanishi as yours? That thought slipped your mind quickly and almost naturally. That fact alone scared you. The two of you had spent numerous nights studying alone and it was clear that he thought of you as a friend, as per his insistence of using his first name. It seems his determination and utter repetition were finally getting to you. And you were surprisingly okay with that.

This was your hardest class and there were exams every week. The professor handed the last test back and you almost cried at seeing your eighty-nine out of one-hundred! Thank the lord! Amongst the few that took the torture known as abstract algebra, the topic for the last exam was agreeably the hardest and you would not be surprised if you were the curve.

Once the professor returned to his desk, he announced, “Sorry class, there is no curve on the exam grade this week.”

What the fuck?! You had never dropped below a ninety math and it was rare for anyone to be ahead of you. There were a few times that the curve was slightly above you by a point or two, but never a full letter grade.

You looked over to Kawanishi and saw the perfect score that he was failing to hide. His expression was a grim line and you reached over to take the paper off his desk. He did not fight you and allowed you to compare answers.

His work was perfect, his penmanship was sloppy, but the answers were completely legible and circled at the bottom. You even remembered him leaving the classroom earlier than you during the exam. At the time, you figured he was going to take a nap – which he did – and not be bothered by the importance of the exam. But boi, you were wrong.

You felt like an ass.

“Looks like you’ll be tutoring me from now, Taichi-san.” You teased. Kawanishi froze at your sudden playful-tone, one he had perceived before, but never seen used against him. He urged you several times before to use his first name and, of all times, you decided now in the middle of class.

Taichi had observed you through junior high and now. You were smart and made it widely known that you and you alone were the leader. You would inwardly groan at teacher’s directions, but do it anyway because that was simply how you were. He grew in the contrary direction and wanted to know why you were so damn happy leading a bunch of idiots.

The student body was easily swayed and not worth his time to keep a reputation. It was easier to keep an impassive disposition than appeal to those he simply did not care about. And yet, you were just as smart as him and you wanted the favor of those beneath you. Kawanishi wanted to know why you subjected yourself to this arduous task through the years. What could be so good about volunteering time into people who widely did not deserve it?

Kawanishi was willing to let all six-years go to waste. Spend his time merely watching you and never actually saying anything. He could easily grab your attention, but what was the point? Your heart belonged to the student body and you would never dedicate time to just him, another student in a sea of others.

Until his matchmaker of a math teacher forced you to.

Kawanishi silently thanked whatever deity was watching over him. He wanted to push your buttons, see how far he could go before the kitten would show her claws. You were put alongside the rare amount of people he could truly express himself with. And damn, you were pretty entertaining. He loved seeing the determined glint in your eyes after he paid even the slightest bit of attention to your tutoring. Or the way you rolled your eyes in amusement after he gave a rather presumptuous statement.

You were a mature intelligent young-woman, a year his senior, with an honest-heart and an ass to boot.

When you were riled enough, you fought his teasing with your own harsh words. Taichi could literally watch your usually composed demeanor collapse at his words. Your usually kind vernacular would get replaced with punitive and ruthless sayings towards him and it strangely invigorated him to see more. You would heave a sigh and force deep breathes to calm yourself and he loved seeing the dramatic rise and fall of your chest.

Taichi long-accepted his interest in you and was not at all shy at expressing this. But you were just??? So dense??

But now that you were finally teasing back… Kawanishi fought down the strange heat rising to his cheeks and attempted his most casual tone of voice, “You can drop the formal suffix, (F/N).” Damn, that was too low! I sounded like a male pornstar.

You laughed, he was could not pinpoint the exact reason since you were smiling so radiantly at him, “Alright, Taichi-kun.”

He sighed at your teasing and refused to respond to your mischievous statement.

Oh boy had the tables turned.

Neither of you could pay full attention in class since any movement from the other person would catch your immediate notice. The two of you did not have to voice it out loud, but it was obvious that you were both on edge, eager to say something but never actually saying it.

The professor decided on letting the class out early and you grabbed his hand, “Hey. Want to have dinner first before we study?”

Kawanishi mulled over your request, frown slowly tilting to a smile when the classroom emptied. “Can’t get enough time with me?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You joked, grabbing your stuff and walking alongside the male. He was keeping an unusually large distance, but at this point you could almost understand the puzzle that was Taichi.

You were a contender for a spot in the top ranked students in the Academy and it was for obvious reasons. And after observing Taichi throughout the week, his personality seemed clearly defined to you. He was not shy or held-back, but honest. Quiet, since he found no reason to speak to those beneath him. Taichi did not radiate the same intelligence as others, but you could still sense his pride and hidden tenacity.

However, you could not explain why his frank behavior was pointed towards you. You were never a member of the volleyball team and yet he treated you like one of his close friends. Kawanishi was a year your junior and you were the president, so maybe he found the need to place formal respect? But he never exhibited the same regard for other seniors or delegates to student government. You glanced back to the hazel-haired male. He was walking at a leisurely pace, his permanent little scowl displayed to the rest of the world.

You swiped into the cafeteria, grabbed some food, and sat in a booth across Taichi. Conversation was mostly comprised of you talking with his occasional comment. This was definitely new behavior, but maybe not at all. This must be his normal disposition and you were entirely okay with that.

It made you feel special, that he talked differently to you in private.

But the small privacy of the booth did not last long. “Hey, (F/N)-san!” You spotted Semi’s girlfriend, arm-in-arm with her setter. “I just had a quick question about prom.”

You were whisked away with multiple questions of what not to wear and the theme. She ended up taking a seat next to you. You were not at all troubled, it was only part of your duties as student government and you were delighted to share details about the most massive event of the year. Semi scooted into the booth next to Kawanishi. Both boys watched the conversation in silence, giving only a polite greeting to one another.

After giving many thanks, the couple took off with a wave. You and Taichi continued in your dinner and you off-handedly asked, “How do you feel about losing so many senpai’s?”

He frowned and sat-back, “They’re moving onto better things. I trust Shirabu.” You nodded at his explanation and the rest of dinner went by casually. His words were concise and you found his current curt vernacular very similar to Wakatoshi.

The moment the two of you were completely alone, in the comfort of his shared dormed room, Kawanishi did not hesitate to slam the door behind him and flash you a flirtatious smile. “What’s up with you lately, babe?” He walked over to his bed, throwing his backpack on the top. You realized it was not as heavy as yours and spotted his textbooks scattered haphazardly on the floor. You did not comment on it, not this time.

“Why?” You had a raised brow, but wide smile on your face.

“Why do you keep smiling at me, (F/N)?” He questioned, sitting on the edge and leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees.

“Why do you treat me like this, Taichi-kun?” You asked, “I’m not complaining, but I seem to be on a special list in your mind. I just want to know what I did to earn it.”

His gaze shun with understanding and amusement, traveling for you to a spot on the floor, “Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

Back to the teasing! “Well, you’re definitely smarter than I first thought. So I am sorry I misjudged you for a lazy idiot. You’re just lazy genius, it seems.”

His bit his bottom lip and kept a firm gaze back on you. It was rare to see such an intense stare coming from the boy and you fidgeted in your spot, standing in the middle of the room. “A compliment just to knock me down?” There was no hint of a smile despite his amusing tone, and he continued, “Should I punish you?”

Your smile was wiped clean off your face and you looked at him with wide eyes. There were no words you could respond with to make sense of the conversation, so you simply stated, “Do you think you could handle me?”

Oh my god, why do this sound like the beginning of a porn?! You shrieked in your mind, confidence outwardly radiating but on the inside you were literally screaming.

He gave a light chuckle, smirking away at how easy you were to read. Taichi stood up, leisurely walking in your direction and not showing signs of stopping, “It’s easy to get a kitten purring.” And he continued strolling right past you to his desk. “But first I have to tutor you. Now be a good student and sit-down.”

At this point, you were inwardly heaving at the obvious tension and the fact that his smirk looked so hot. You were always the one who brought the study session back to its true purpose when the two of you deviated. And yet here Kawanishi was, getting you all riled-up just to walk-away from his obviously effective work.

This is bullshit!

You were a whole year older than him and the most powerful student at Shiratorizawa – there was no way this tall-ass sloth was going to one-up you! Taichi, you learned overtime, loved to be in control of a situation. He observed other people from afar and would act according to what he wanted as the outcome. And you refused to be another marionette in his game.

You grabbed his shoulder, whipping him around to sit back down on the bed. Taichi leaned back, eyes wide with surprise. You propped your knees onto the edge, initiating a very intimate very dominate position, and pushed the subject, “I think it’s time you learned your place. You can endlessly tease me when I’m trying to help, but I can’t? You better answer my question here and now.”

“It’s because I have feelings for you.” His eye-contact did not waiver, so Tachi easily perceived your astonished-look despite how well you thought you were hiding it.

You opened your mouth, words not coming out, and slowly leaned closer to the man. At this point, any outsider could observe your pose as straddling his waist. But! This was simply not his way. With you still in a daze, Taichi had no problems switching the positions with him now looming over you.

He grabbed a hand in each of his, placing them above your head in his grasp. “Sorry sweetheart.” Taichi murmured above you, noses gently bumping each other. You leaned upward and closed the distance, lips molding against each other. He tasted of mangos, a fruit you would not have expected of the quiet boy.

You felt the sweep of his lips against yours and opened at the invitation. Taichi previously had a knee on the bed, but now he was fully inclined on top of you, hips to hips and to nose to nose. He moved his left-hand from your shoulder to grasp the back of your head tenderly. He was invading all your senses and it seemed his only goal was to deepen your already intimate contact. Your left hand found itself on his shoulder, gripping tightly as the other hand threaded between his auburn-hair.

You moaned at a particular sensation and Kawanishi leaned back to get a full-look at your flushed face, “Well? I like you too. Keep kissing me, you idiot.” You spurned him on, earning a smile as he pushed you further up his bed to a more comfortable position.

He continued in his dominant pose, not hesitating to place himself over you. The heavy-air was incredibly evident and you knew your eyes were hazed over with lust. You traveled a curious hand from his hip to the bare-skin of his stomach and you swear he basically growled. He was sporting that intense gaze again and you only wondered how you were not aware of his feelings before. Taking away by your thoughts, Taichi returned your favor by placing a warm-hand on your waist and roaming upwards underneath the comfort of your shirt. But he was not stopping.

His hand stopped at the crest of your breast when –

“Oh my god!”

“Leave a sock on the door or something, holy shit.”

You broke apart to see Shirabu and his not-girlfriend in the doorway. She had her hands covering her face, but not her eyes. His poor roommate looked entirely done and not at all surprised. The two of you quickly sat-up, but Kawanishi secured a firm hold on your waist. Shirabu and his study partner did not leave the room, but in fact walked-in further.

Your kouhai was quick to compose herself and started, “Wow, (F/N). You work fast! And you said you didn’t like him, no wonder you were gushing all—”

“Are you leaving?!” You interrupted.

“This is my room.” Shirabu stated, sighing. “But we’re just stopping here to grab books and then to the library to study.” Kawanishi was dead-silent, lips a straight-line, but the hand on you was drawing lazy circles on your skin.

“Don’t hesitate to text me if you need anything, (L/N)-san! Some snacks? A condom?” Shirabu flicked the girl on the forehead before grabbing her and almost dragging her from the room. "You were gushing over me?" Taichi asked, stating the question dangerously close to your ear. "I'm going to kill her." He laughed and extended another hand, both of his arms resting across your waist as nibbled lightly on the shell of your ear. "Now, don't be mean because she was honest." Kawanishi whispered, a tingle traveling up and down your spine and causing you to arch forward into his touch.

“That was hella embarrassing.”

He pulled back, “It’s embarrassing to be with me?”

“No!” You were quick to answer and grab his arm, pulling him back, “Not at all. I just don’t want an audience when I’m being intimate with the guy I like... What if they walked in a little later?”

He raised a brow at your question, smirk splayed on his face yet again and returning to his close-position by your ear, "What do you think we’d be doing?”

“I don’t know!” You covered your face with your hands, corrupt thoughts popping up and you were almost sure Kawanishi could see your thought bubble. He laughed and placed the hands away, returning back to lean his forehead against your's.

“You’re cute.” And he enveloped you back into another kiss.

You were not the sort of couple that would hold-hands in the hallway and Taichi would rarely ever kiss you out in public. But you would not have it any other way. His affectionate side was for you alone and he made sure to affirm his affections the moment you were behind closed doors. You noticed the little things, lingering looks or a smile thrown your way. In the comfort of your privacy, Taichi would not hesitate to have roam his hands on your skin.

Taichi Kawanishi was one-of-a-kind and you thanked whoever was out there for blessing you with such a charming boy. He was still an ass, no doubt, but he was your ass.

You loved him fully and he would not hesitate to do the same.

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