Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)
Genre: Angst, Romance POV: Reader’s/First Person Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!
A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.
Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.
Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.
I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.
Summary: BigHit thought it would be a good idea to have someone else be your boyfriend’s girlfriend. As in she walks around him and takes pictures with him for social media but he was all yours when he came home. That’s what you thought until he admits you’re actually the other woman and he’s been in a relationship the entire time you were dating. He’s just now telling you he wants to break up after you tell him you love him for the first time.
The restaurant was filled with people sitting around the two of you. Across the table was the man you’d fallen in love with but he had yet to say anything since you arrived. You watched him face to get a read on him but all you ended up focusing on was the details of the face you loved so much. He long eyelashes became apparent as he just stared down at the table. You focuses changes to look outside the window and across the street you see a sign about a movie night. Your lips curve into a smile and you look back at Taehyung.
“There’s going to be a movie night tonight. We should go together-”
“Y/N, Stop it..” He says with his deep voice.
Your smile begins to fade and you grow quiet.
“I don’t want you to make this harder than It already is. We both know why we’re here….” Taehyung adds.
You look down into your lap, trying to push down the overwhelming feeling to cry.
“I know. I just Don’t believe you.”
He finally looks at you.
“You’re lying when you say you don’t love me. You’re lying when you said you never loved me..You-…..We spent all that time together so don’t tell me that none of it meant nothing to you. I don’t even care if you’re still going to see her! I just want to be with you. Please, Tae.”
He sighs, knowing you wouldn’t just give up.
“I don’t love you. What did we do for the most part?”
You looked up at him, meeting eye to eye. He serious expression was a little intimidating but you had to respond.
“…What are you implying?”
Taehyung stood up from the chair, getting his wallet out of his
back pocket. He paid for your meal.
“Let’s not do this here. Come on, let’s go.”
You grabbed onto his arm, turning him around.
“Just answer me!” You finally cracked.
The whole place got quiet and people turned their heads to see
what was going on. When they took notice of the two of you people started to
recognize Taehyung and they took pictures. You knew this would be bad publicity
for him but nothing else matter to you than the fact that you were going to
lose him. He pulled his arm away from you slowly, leaving the restaurant alone.
You stood there in the middle of the place all by yourself. Before you could
stop yourself you chased after him.
“Wait! Just give me one week!”
He stopped walking on the sidewalk to turn around and look at
You ran over to catch up, looking up at him.
“If you stay with me for a week I’ll make this easy for you. No
strings attached and we can have a clean break-up….Please. I don’t know if I
can just get over you this easily otherwise.”
A look of pity swept across his face and he sighed once
“Fine. One week but Y/N. I love her and one more week with you
isn’t going to change that.”
You nodded. “I know…but can you at least act like you
love me for this last week?”
Taehyung looked down as if he was contemplating it but
eventually agreed. You had him for one more week and it didn’t even bother you
that it would be filled with fake love and meaningless sex. If you got to hold
his hand for just a little bit longer or see him smile at you one more time you
were happy. That in itself was sad but you were blinded from the stupidity of
it. The two of you went your separate ways home and you found yourself in
your bed checking twitter. Not to your surprise were pictures of you two at the
restaurant from earlier and people wondering who you were. You sighed knowing
this would cause slight drama for him but also felt he deserved it. You kept
replying the memories of you two that you cherished. You refused to believe
that he was using you for sex when he was always so sweet to you. Afterwards he’d
turn on the TV for the both of you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. The
night he thought you’d fallen asleep he kissed your head and whispered
something you knew was a lie.
“I love you…what bullshit…” You
mumbled to yourself.
Then you started to think
about all the times he invited you over with the boys and how well you all got
along. He’d sneak up behind you and scare you, making you both laugh. The
thought of him laughing back then feels so strange now. Why would he try so
hard to just hide the fact he never loved you? What did that girl have that you
didn’t? She never once interacted with the other boys, unlike you. From the
one time you met her she was high maintained and awfully stuck up. You couldn’t
help but wonder why someone as sweet-well who you thought was sweet, would end
up with someone like her. You reached for your phone off the night stand, dialing
the number and placing the phone up to your ear. You took a deep breath.
“Hey Jimin…are you busy?”
“Y/N I don’t think I should
be talking to you right now.” He stated, sounding sorry for you.
“P-please, just wait. I wanna
know what I did wrong and I know for a fact he won’t talk to me about this. If
you don’t know anything it’s okay…”
Jimin sighed. “It’s really
not what you think and it’s not my call to talk about this.”
“Did he really never love me?”
Jimin grew silent on the
“I think it’s best if you
just let him go. He can make his own decisions and he made it clear to us what
he chose. I’m really sorry. Things will get better, okay?”
“No, I get it. Thanks
anyways.” Your voice was starting to shake.
As you hung up the phone you
realized you couldn’t hold it back any longer, sobbing into your pillow. It
felt like a huge weight had been lifted when you finally ended up crying but
you also felt weak. Normally you wouldn’t be so hung up on a guy who cheated on
you but technically he was cheating on someone else with you. A text notification
went off, penetrating your train of thought. You wiped your eyes, checking to
see who it was.
“I’m coming over soon so be ready.”
You sat there trying to
figure out what he was talking about until you remembered what you had said
earlier about the movie night. You jumped up and rushed to get ready before he
showed up. If you had one week left you were going to make the most of it.
So is no one else wondering what Zack and Trini did to get themselves in detention???? Like I bet these idiots teamed up together and decided to use some of Billy’s explosions and put them somewhere in a teachers room and purposefully came out laughing from their hiding spot, pointing fingers, and high fiving. Billy gets mad cause they took one of his explosions without asking, Jason laughs along with them cause he was in on it, and Kimberly is worried about her smol girlfriend.
Oh my goodness wonderful request...Loved this...one question what is this letter from? You said it's from a book? And can I get my hands on it? Okay so it was three questions...
Hello! Thank you! Yes, it was from a book called Doctor Who: The Companion’s Companion. Clara wrote it full of quizzes and other information on the Doctor’s past companions. She then hid it all in the TARDIS. He found the book and added in a page addressed to her, and then put it back in her hiding place.
Here’s photos of the book cover, the page Peter read out loud, and then two YouTube videos of him on stage. The P.S. got cut in the first one, so I added it in from my original video.
A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on.Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.
She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death.
Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.
What if Jamie wasn't an outlaw when he met Claire and Jamie could court her properly? How would Claire react to that when if she was still trying to get home?
Anon asked: what do you think it would have happened if Jamie and Claire didn’t have to get married? Do you think our hero could have find a way to marry the Sassenach or at least, make her fall in love with her without all the amazing sex?
Mod Note: I genuinely did not intend to continue this story (despite many requests), but I am finally bringing one of my first Imagine pieces out of the archives to explore these intriguing prompts! A bit of a slow burn on this one, but hang in there with me! -Mod Bonnie
The canteen hit Jamie’s jaw squarely with a sharp THWOCK.
“A mhic an diabhoil!” he snarled, looking wildly around and finding the culprit at once. “Damn you, Murtagh, what in God’s name was that for?!”
“To see if I could get yer gob to close all the way,” the usually-dour clansman said with a smirk, arms crossed. “A wee brown-haired lass seems to have broken your hinge this morning.”
Murtagh saw the canteen coming and ducked, laughing as it clattered against the nearby tree. “Careful, ye wee smout—that’s the good whisky!”
Despite Jamie’s annoyance, the corners of his mouth were twitching as he returned to finish unlashing the bundles from his saddle; and, conveniently, returning him to the sight of Mistress Beauchamp carrying a bedroll to the place she’d claimed for her lean-to.
The man was right: Jamie hadn’t been able to stop looking at her all day: sidelong as they rode; catching her eye as they stopped for water; training his gaze on back of her head when she nudged her mount past his on the road to speak with Ned. Always and completely: she was all he saw, this day.
He had been drawn to Mistress Beauchamp from the first—when she mended his shoulder; when he held her at Leoch; but now…Christ, he was all but consumed by her; and how could he not be? Having slept with her in his arms? Remembering the scent of her hair? Now knowing the shapes of her under his hands; what it was to hear sounds of desire from her lips as she moved against him, seeking?
And above all, to know that she had stayed. Aye, she had slept in his arms, but any lass might have done the same with any man, to save her own life….but upon waking this morning, she was flustered, had made to rise, and yet at the barest suggestion, she had stayed there in his arms for nigh on an hour, waiting for the rest of camp to awaken. They both had assumed pretense of sleep, but neither of them had allowed themselves to drift away. Her breathing had stayed quick; he could feel it, warm and shallow at the base of his throat. She surely had felt his heart thudding away, with her ear resting so near it.
No, they hadn’t slept; nor had they spoken. They’d held one another
And there, at the last, he’d brought one hand—shaking—to softly, gently, slowly come to rest on the curve of her head. She’d gasped and made as if to—say something? Move? Christ, touch him back?
And just at that moment, the camp had come alive. Before he could blink, she had gotten to her feet and the day began as it always did. Boiling water; folding, packing; bannocks and whisky; back on the long road through the glens; all just as it was every day.
But today, he couldn’t stop looking at her.
At Mistress Beauchamp, who had slept in his arms.
But God, he had to stop thinking about her. She was the finest woman he’d ever met —but he could offer her no future, as a wanted criminal. None. He wouldn’t subject her to the dangers a life with him would entail. He had to stop thinking about her.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“Ye did a good thing, Jamie, lad,” Murtagh said, yanking Jamie back once more from grim reverie, deep brown eyes watching him. “Keeping the lass last night as ye did. You’re the only one that could ha’ done it for her properly.”
“Aye,” he coughed, “well, I… she….” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, unfurling his tent canvas. “I’m glad to’ve been of service to her.”
Murtagh made a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a harrumph.
“And what’s that supposed to signify?” Jamie snapped, tugging at his stock. Hadn’t Claire nearly frozen to death last night? Then why, by Bride and all the saints, was the gathering evening so bloody HOT?
“Haud yer wheesht, lad,” Murtagh, now chuckling in earnest at Jamie’s discomfort. “Your secret doe-eyes are safe wi’ me.”
“Not doe-eyes…” Jamie muttered, feeling all of seven years of age.
“Hey.” Murtagh’s hand clapped warm on his shoulder, his eyes suddenly soft and unusually earnest. “She’s a fine woman, Jamie, Sassenach or no’.”
Aye, Jamie thought, watching the wind lift her curls into life as she rifled her wee medicine box, then made for the wood with a basket in hand, she truly is. And I can’t let myself want her.
And then the messenger rode into camp.
He waited until it was nearing sunset, when he knew she would be out gathering her wee herbs before the light went. He made for the loch under the pretext of needing a piss, seeing Murtagh watching him knowingly. Jamie knew without asking or telling that his godfather would keep an eye on the other men and prevent any from venturing in the same direction. He said a prayer, thanking God for the gift of this protector that had watched over him all his life, and continued down the path.
Sure enough, as the woods opened out into the waning crimson sunlight, he found her seated on a low boulder, looking out upon the loch, basket at her feet.
Seeing her, her unbound curls wafting sweetly in the breeze, his throat went instantly tight.
Christ, how could he do this?
Knowing her…. How could he not?
He cleared his throat and sang out with an attempt-at-cheery, “Take care no’ to fall in.”
Her head turned sharply, surprised, but a begrudging smile was already tugging at her lips. “Ned’s nowhere in sight—I think I should be safe.”
“Good,” he laughed—God, how it delighted his soul to laugh with this woman— “Best stay well shot of him.”
“But he’s such a darling!” She pursed her lips to hold back her mirth. “I’m not sure I can refuse him if he comes calling!”
“Well, do what ye must, lass,” he grinned, “I’ll be standing by to hold ye, anytime.”
She made a small sound of kind acknowledgement but looked away, suddenly shy.The silence rang between them so acutely, Jamie could hear the voices from camp, many yards distant.
“I’ve gotten some good news, Sassenach,” he said, feeling the letter in his waistcoat pocket. “I’ve…been pardoned.”
“NO!” She leapt to her feet, mouth open and excitement dawning. “Oh, Jamie, that’s wonderful news!” She grabbed one of his hands in hers and squeezed it hard, practically bouncing with her enthusiasm. “God be bloody praised!!! I’m so thrilled for you! Whatever happened to bring that about?”
They sat on the boulder and he explained, grinning from ear to ear, the contents of Colum’s letter. Unbeknownst to Jamie, his uncle had been exercising all his considerable influence to get the accusations against him dropped. By some miracle, he had succeeded, and had sent a messenger at once to share the glad tidings.
Jamie read between to lines to gather that His Grace the Duke of Sandringham had been more than instrumental in getting the matter quietly resolved and Jamie’s outlaw record expunged. Jamie could just imagine the foppish gent drawling: “Anything for my DEAHHRRRR Jamie,” in those thick, unctuous tones, wet eyes glittering with anticipation.
The Duke’s predilections were well known, and such attentions had made Jamie supremely uncomfortable at the time of the man’s last visit. However, God bless him and all his house, if such affections had just saved Jamie from a life of flight and ultimately the noose.
And ten times the blessing to him if it meant Jamie’s honor was now completely unhindered…that he was completely free to….
“What have ye been gathering, then?” he blurted, feeling his wame clenching in anxiety.
“Good Lord,” she laughed, startled, “you suddenly want to talk about herbs after such splendid news!?”
“My life is my own again,” he said, shrugging, “I want to talk about anything and everything.”
“Cress,” she said affably, nudging the basket with her foot. “Didn’t manage to bring back any last night, after all, what with one thing and another.”
She paused suddenly, furrowing her eyebrows. She was leaning on her hand, the fingertips just inches away from his plaid on the rock.
When she spoke, her voice was soft and full of feeling. “Thank you again for…for everything. You were so—wonderful about it all.”
Jamie felt his chest swell. “Think nothing of it, lass. You’ve saved my poor hide more times than I can count these past weeks. It was about time that I should do ye a service in return.“
“Did you get any real rest? I’m afraid I must have given you a dreadfully uncomfortable time. ”
“Och, dinna fash, lass. It was just fine.”
It was the best night of all my years, mo ghraidh.
No. Not Mistress.
Even sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, facing forward as they were, he could see her straighten and stiffen at the tone in his voice.
“I find meself—” he said, trying to force his lips to move at his bidding, but finding them slow and wooden, “—that is—”
Help me, woman. See what’s in my heart. Surely ye ken it already.
Thank the Lord it came out sounding calm and clear:
“I care for you, Claire.”
She stopped breathing. The breath actually left her, for more heartbeats than Jamie knew. The absence of it—that rhythm of her that he’d memorized, he now realized— was like whisky thrown on the fire within him, the flames roaring instantly up in fear and anticipation. He wanted so desperately to take her face in his hands so he might look into her golden eyes while telling her all his heart…but his hands were shaking and he didn’t think he could get out the words if he moved.
“I care for you as I’ve never cared for anyone in my life,” he said, mustering his courage only by focusing only on the wonder of the person beside him. “Your wit, your courage, your pigheadedness,” he laughed, his whole body glowing with sudden warmth. “The–” He clenched his hands in his lap, staring at them as if they held the proper words. “– life in you Claire, is unlike anything I have ever encountered. I havena been able to get ye out of my head since the first day we met. And then last night…”
He heard her lips part and a long intake of breath, then a soft, inscrutable, “Jamie…”
“I ken I’ve perhaps no business saying such things. Even though I’m no longer a wanted criminal, I’ve no great wealth, and perhaps I’m nothing you ought to trouble o’er.“ He shook his head, hard. “But surely…surely ye ken as well as I what there is between us, Claire.”
He screwed up his courage and turned to face her. She was staring down into her lap, hands clasped. Her lips were pressed tight, her expression, for once, unreadable.
“I canna believe I’m alone in feeling it…this…whatever it is between you and me.” He laid a hand slowly and tenderly atop hers, his heart pounding.
She jumped when his hand touched hers, and with a jolt, Jamie saw that she had been twisting her golden ring round and round her finger.
Jamie stood at once and raised his hands in a gesture of apology. “Forgive me, lass….”
Fraser, you dolt, have ye no sense to spare a thought for what the lass is going through?
“I’m so sorry, Claire,” he repeated. “I—I ken—that ye still grieve for your departed husband.”
Her lips went tight and Jamie saw her blink several times, hard.
“It…. isna right that ye should forget him, or even try to. If ye loved him, he must have been a good man. But I–I should–”
Courage, man. COURAGE.
“…It would be my honor to see to the care of his wife.”
Finally, she looked up, sharply, her eyes wide. She spoke in barely a whisper. “What?”
“Will you marry me, Claire?”
She simply stared at him, in utter shock.
He went to his knees in front of her in the oath-giving posture, relinquishing all caution and all fear. He exhaled heavily with the relief of letting the feelings for her wash over him. “I care for you—"
I love you, he wanted to scream.
“—and now that I’m a free man, I wish to give ye everything I have. My name—my clan—the protection of my body….Claire, they’re all yours, now and forever.” He reached for her hand, trembling, dying to touch her. “If you’ll have me.”
Jamie felt as though she’d pushed him backward into the icy lake. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to find the words for the pain ripping through him.
“I’m sorry, Jamie. I can’t marry you.” She bolted to her feet, took up her basket, and made quickly back toward the camp.
This couldn’t be happening. This just couldn’t be.
He rose on shaking legs and tried to follow, reaching for her arm. “Sassenach, stop, please—I’m sorry if I was too—I just thought we—”
She threw off his hand and faced him only long enough to say coldly:
“You were mistaken.”
It should have been a night of celebration; should have been the most joyous occasion of his life–to know he was a free man, could go home at last.
But it was hell, every moment, her words tormenting him as he played each memory he held of her over and over in his mind, every time they had ever spoken, touched, laughed, or cried together, culminating in the breathtaking intimacy of the previous night. Was it lust deluding him? Was it pure, lecherous desire for her body that had colored these memories and called them love?
NO, damn it all!
He knew his heart. And hers—Christ, it danced across her face so freely, that—No, he was not mistaken.
Perhaps she was frightened; perhaps it was too soon.
But he was not mistaken.
It made seeing her flitting about all evening, smiling and pouring whisky liberally all ‘round the fireside — the collective mood of festivity ostensibly in honor of his pardon — all the more galling. She laughed and joked with the lads, chatted at length with Ned Gowan over documents, and generally charmed the whole camp with her golden eyes and glorious smile…everyone except him.
She’d spoken to him only once, when she offered him drink— “For you, Mr. McTavish?”— but she wouldn’t look at him.
She didn’t even know his real name. She didn’t want to know his real name.
He had wanted to drink, but hadn’t—couldn’t allow himself the escape of oblivion. This was his penance, to survive the long hours of the evening, watching her; the longer ones of silence and desolation, seething, hurting, long after the rest had fallen into their deep whisky-slumber. He needed to think with a clear head—to feel this, to understand.
Christ, if he could only understand why…! If she felt for him as he for her, why deny him so cruelly? Claire was shrewd, but he’d never known her to be that. Surely she had some reason. Surely, if he could only speak with her…
In the dead of night, the grief and the pain nigh unbearable, his ears pricked up. Someone moving surreptitiously about camp.
Clasping his dirk, he slowly sat up high enough to survey the clearing. Geordie, supposed to be on sentry duty, was sound asleep and Jamie gave a silent prayer of thanks to see Claire moving quietly in the direction of the loch.
Tomorrow, they would reach the crossroads and meet once more with Dougal and the rest; there would be more folk for her to tend; more folk to observe their behavior; to hear about their unorthodox night together. He HAD to speak with her tonight.
He followed quietly, but when they were far enough away to be out of earshot of the sleepers, he spoke. “Sassenach?”
She jumped and whirled, and he instantly raised his hands palms forward. “I’m sorry—” he whispered. He came slowly toward her. “I’m so sorry, lass, I didna mean to frigh—”
He froze, seeing her clearly now in the moonlight. “…You’re running.”
It was not a question. She was wearing her traveling cloak, and the bundle she clutched clearly contained her medicine box. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flaring with deep breaths. She was pointed toward the road, in the opposite direction of the horses.
“And on foot?” His voice was flat. Dead.
She shrugged stiffly, tensed as though ready to bolt. “Didn’t want to risk waking the men.”
“Where?” he croaked. Why?, he wanted to scream.
Her eyes were defiant, wide with alarm and determination. “Back to where I came from—same place I’ve been trying to go since Dougal took me captive.”
“Ye canna just go, Claire,” he said, trying to sound dismissive.
Her face was stone. “I can. I will.”
“Claire, I willna let ye do this.“
“Didn’t realize you were my jailer. What are you going to do, clap me in irons?” She was backing slowly away from him and his desperation was mounting with every pace.
“It’s wild country out there! Wolves and—brigands, and—” He was petrified, heartbroken, grasping at straws to keep her from vanishing. “At least–let me accompany you to your destination—see you safe!”
A sob rising in his throat. Christ, dinna leave this way.
A hoarse gasping as he reached for her.
“Please, mo chridhe–”
Ice in her eyes. “I don’t need your ‘protection,’ Mr. McTavish.”
A knife in his gut.
‘…the protection of my body, Claire… …yours, now and forever.’
The sound of his heart breaking.
She was leaning into her frenzied defiance. “I did have a life before I fell into your lap, you know!” She realized what she’d said, blushed, and stammered angrily. “I mean—into the–hands of the whole bloody clan. I had a LIFE,” she repeated, “and I’m far past due to return to it!”
“Aye,” he said, low and precise, shaking with anger. “you’ve made it exceedingly clear that there’s nothing whatsoever keeping you here.”
She had the grace to look abashed. “Jamie…” He saw the muscles of her face and throat working furiously; the regret in her eyes. She even took a step toward him and made to touch his arm. “Jamie, please, I’m so…so sorry for—”
He shrugged back from her touch and skirted silently around the edge of camp. She followed him, hissing out his name, but he did not slow his pace until he reached the horses. He located her mount and unhobbled it, leading it a hundred yards away from the others, picking up saddle and gear as he want.
When she at last caught up with him, he plucked the bundle from her arms, fastening it perfunctorily to her saddle.
Her face was upturned to him, so white and so perfect it made the pain writhe within his chest. He marshaled his features into his mask of impassivity and gave a cordial nod. “I wish ye the best of fortune in your life, Mistress.”
She reached for him, pleading. “Jamie, listen, I—”
He pressed the smaller of his dirks into her hand. “Goodbye, Claire.”
And without a backward glance—though he wished to throw his arms around her and beg her, beg her not to leave—he turned on his heel back toward the fires, listening first to the silence, then the jingle of harness and the sound of hooves going quietly off into the night.
He didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He lay awake, breaking apart, wrapped in a blanket that still held the scent of her hair.
So how about I talk about this wonderful scene in 6x12.
Killian acts so light-hearted, he laughs and tries to flirt with Emma, but it’s way too obvious and even without her superpower, Emma would realize something’s going on. She knows he’s hiding something but she can’t know exactly what, that he feels guilty for letting her father practically steal from her only to satisfy his need for revenge.
So he tries to flirt until Emma confronts him.
She’s still smiling, however. With that, Killian’s resolve breaks, and even the music shows that. Up to that point, the music is casual, almost comical even, but then it does an abrupt change when Killian mentions Archie, pause for a few seconds, and then a soft CS theme.
Killian: The truth is, I’m a bit out of sorts…
He doesn’t want to lie to her. He sounds like he’s trying to come up with something to cover it up, and luckily for him, he does have something.
Killian: … because of Archie.
Yeah, I paid the Cricket a visit because I needed to talk to him about… about you.
Technically, this isn’t a lie. Killian wanting David’s blessing, in the end, had to do with him wanting to be a part of Emma’s family, which includes David.
And that surpirses Emma. She didn’t expect that.
Killian: I thought you were gonna die. And that does something to a man. It changes the way he thinks about things… about us.
Now, if you have the video available (thanks, YouTube!) I’d like you to pay attention to how he speaks. His voice is low, soft, nervous and even breathy. It sounds like he’s forcing those words out of his mouth, as if he wants to keep his feelings safe inside the way he used to do for so long, and it’s so hard to let them out and it shows in how he acts.
Remember that he didn’t talk about that to Archie. But I know as much as the next shipper that this confession was anything but a lie or a cover. We know how much he loves her and how even the thought of her death terrified him. And it was just amazing, wonderful, absolutely fantastic that he confessed that to her, and look how hard it is for him! Killian Jones, the guy with all the bravado in the world, the one who knows the exact right words to say to someone to either scare them or comfort them, the guy who does the talk in his relationship while Emma does the doing, he can’t confess his fears to save his life. Remember how he was almost blushing and talking in big phrases when he first indirectly told her he loves her? It’s the same here, only this time he was telling her about a terribly negative feeling he had. And it’s so desperately hard for him to do that, he can barely voice his thoughts or keep his voice straight.
And when he says “about us” Emma grows even more worried. She doesn’t know how exactly her near-death experience affected his thoughts…
And really, it shouldn’t be her worry, she was the one who almost died, and that’s another reason why Killian was having such a hard time telling her that. Look how he’s trying to smile here, covering up his insecurities on that. As soon as Killian lets her know that things didn’t change in a bad way…
Killian: And he reminded me how important it was to share my feelings.
She smiles. Look at her cheekbones going up as Killian continues to be nervous as all hell.
And he breaks eye contact to look back where David just left from. No excuse to look there besides his nervousness on the vulnerability he just exposed himself.
Killian: And I didn’t want to let you in the shed without sharing them, so… feelings shared.
Emma: Well, I like feelings once in a while.
And this is absolutely wonderful. Such a short scene that barely contributed to the plot, but it was usually Killian who helped Emma get comfortable to share her feelings, the opposite is rare. And while I understand why that is, I also really cherish the fact that we got that scene. Where Killian, being absolutely nervous as if the end of the world was coming for him, confessed his fears and worries and Emma told him she appreciated it and kissed him. And it was just amazing and wonderful and everything good and pure in the world.
A/N: This is my first imagine and it’s not the best and probs a little out of character for our friendly neighborhood vigilante but I live for the best friends fighting angst and the teenage drama so sue me
She doesn’t exactly know when her feelings for Peter Parker began or how. All (Y/N) remembers is looking at her best friend one day and liking the way he bit his lip as he worked on his geometry homework. Then she found herself staring at his lips entirely too long. She brushed it off until she found herself liking the curve of his nose and the light spray of freckles that ran across it and that the one piece of hair that was always out of place was falling in his eyes. And it kept happening with every single little detail she already knew so well but somehow never thought was special before.
(Y/N) ignored every single one of these things, writing them off as teenage angst bullshit. She’s known Peter since she was three years old; she was well aware that these feelings were bound to happen in a friendship as close as theirs but she knew she’d be able to push them to the back of her mind until she was sure they would never come about again.
But here she was, six months later, and still feeling everything and more.
Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.
It’s time to take a look at the morning panel from Nashville, my tinhat firmly in place.
This panel was a lot of fun. Jared seemed extra silly and hyper and Jensen appeared to be in good spirits as well. There were some really noteworthy moments - here are a few of them I spotted!
(0:40) Jared suggests he wasn’t present at SNS, although some claimed he was. I wonder what the truth is? And if he was really there, why hide it? Perhaps the fans would be disappointed to know he was around, but hiding from the audience.
(0:55) Okay, I’m awake.
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(4:09) Jared breaks out with the Richard Marx again, playing “Right Here Waiting” while Jensen responds to a question…
(4:23) … and seems to be a little embarrassed by his romantic gesture.
(13:37) Jared didn’t hear the fan’s question due to providing her with background music, so he asks Jensen what she said. Is this a married couple thing? I think it’s a married couple thing.
(20:02) A fan asks which movie Jared and Jensen would like to place their families in (what?) and a fan tries to help Jensen with yelling “Ten Inch Hero.” Jared reacts with “Whoa, take it easy!” Protective, much? ;)
(29:58) Jensen has died and Jared soothingly slaps his… butt? Side? Crotch? I demand a better angle for this!
(29:59) Mm-m, mm-m, mmmm… Ooh la la, Jared! That just got real dirty real fast. Carry on with your wicked ways, sir!
(30:40) Jared has just faced a very emotional fan with a serious question about how to become happy and Jensen is ready with some water. It quickly turns into a joke about Jared not being able to catch bottles, but the sentiment is not lost on me (nor Jared, if I can read him right)
(31:16) Jared tells the fan how he cheers up on a bad day. Do I need to analyze this? You’re seeing this, right?
(31:35) Jensen can’t resist offering comfort to his boy. Of course they make it into a joke, but the sentiment doesn’t go anywhere. Aside the obvious, I think this is Jensen’s subtle way of showing that Jared has a hard time talking about these things. Notice how Jared leans into his hand slightly before putting up the front?
(33:18) Is this an “I’m okay, baby” butt slap? Jensen ends the panel very quickly after Jared has dealt with the question, marching off. If I may guess, he got angry with how once again someone put his boy in a tight spot and used him like a therapist. This has to end, people. Conventions should be fun for Jared as well!
Overall, I thought the panel was extremely enjoyable. The lads seemed to have a good time before the unfortunate anti-climax at the end. Some other interesting points in the panel:
(21:56) Jared praises Jensen’s performance as Dean.
(25:50) Jared jokingly celebrates the moment where he gets to kill his wife in season 4.
(32:15) Jensen corrects that Jared wasn’t listening to Hendrix at his one-man dance party, but Britney. (Were you there, Jensen, or just teasing?)
⇢ NOTE: i wrote this orignally on another blog, in which i deleted. so if it sounds familar… that’s why. i just wanted to post something.
also, i have a part two to this but i literally can;t find it. so if i ever do find it then i’ll post it. itf oot then sucks to suck.
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Nakamoto Yuta was Prince of Japan in 1836, son of Emperor Ninkō and took his mother’s name since he has no place close to the throne. He was given a small area of land to rule when he was older and wife already set aside for when he was crowned prince.
Yoshida Y/N was daughter of noble Samurai Yoshida Daichi. She practiced under the sword for defense and was not allowed to show her talents off to the public. She was put into an arranged marriage at five years old and had fallen in love with her best friend.
“Spread your feet wider, Y/N,” Yoshida Daichi commanded his daughter calmly. He watched with lidded gray eyes, her feet slid an inch apart. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she glared in front of her, the wooden sword held between her fingers in a deadlock grip.
“Don’t be so tense, Y/N,” he told her, sighing softly to himself. How had he gotten such an emotional daughter? Whereas he was calm most of the time.
She gritted her teeth and let her fingers slip from the wooden sword. It fell from her fingers and clattered loudly, a group of birds outside flew off from their perch on a tree. She turned to her father, her teeth still clenched as she stared at him.
“Is this better?” she asked of him, tired of being pushed around.
“No, you’d be sliced in a moments notice with no way to defend yourself,” he told her, annoyed with her attitude. She was the one to ask for help, who asked to be pushed to her limits. He was tired of all of this, but the Prince’s coronation was nearing and her stress was rising more so than ever.
“Sorry,” she muttered under her breath as her father stood to his feet.
Daichi made his way to his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and sitting her on the floor where he sat behind her, braiding her hair back to relax her. She loved the gentle caresses he would give her, ones that reminded her of a mother’s touch although she was long gone. A lonely child and lonely father left together in a dojo to figure out life for the worse or the better.
“Thank you,” she whispered, when he had finished, handing him a tie to finish the braid off. He smiled, patting her head kindly and standing.
“It’s probably best for you to get dressed before the boys come. Taeyong will be here too,” he told her with a small smile, wary for his daughter. He knew of her feelings for the young boy but they also knew that she had been given to the Emperor’s son already. There was no free pass with the Emperor.
She smiled back, the same way as he, “Okay,” she whispered.
Y/N climbed the stairs in the small hallway from the dojo to their home on top. She made her way to the showers and cleaned herself off. Then went to her bedroom where she fitted herself into a nice kimono, splashing some color onto her cheeks for the boys.
Only Taeyong knew of Y/N unlady like demeanor under the nice clothes and makeup, the rest of the village barely thought of her more than property.
She sighed, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her braid over her shoulder and setting a small flower clip where it was tied. She awkwardly smiled at her reflection, not recognizing the woman behind the mirror before standing to her feet.
She made her way down the stairs, hearing the loud sounds of teenage boys before their practice. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at the boys whom all cheered loudly when she entered. Master Yoshida’s loud noise of disapproval made them all silence though, returning to their individual conversations.
Y/N walked over to Taeyong who was drinking a cup of water, smiling widely that he returned.
“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” he asked, bowing making her laugh.
“Stop that. You’re embarrassing,” she whispered to him, giggling behind her hand.
Taeyong smiled devilishly up at her, looking at her between his thick eyelashes that made her swoon slightly.
The other boys in the room stared at them in jealousy and admiration. They had barely been able to make her blink their way, less than swoon.
The crack of a wooden sword hit the ground made all of their heads snap besides the two lovers, who were used to Yoshida’s quick strikes to get the teenagers attention.
“Time for class,” Yoshida smiled.
The boys turned terrified at the look he gave them and quickly got into their positions, someone ended up dragging Taeyong with them. Y/N laughed at the sight of the scrambling boys, before picking up a basket and heading out. Waving goodbye to her boys.
In town, Y/N went stall to stall to pick up food for herself and the boys. They had worked hard for a while and deserved a treat after their class. She smiled to herself as she picked up a vine of grapes. She thought them over while a couple stood next to her, chatting loudly.
“Have you heard about Yoshida’s kid? Apparently she’s leaving soon to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta,” the tall, skinny woman whispered to her short, plump friend. She snickered behind her hand. “Y’know I’ve heard he’s a real piece of work, nothing like any prince you and I have heard of.”
“Really? That’s too bad, she’s a sweet kid,” the other woman replied, picking up a fish for herself.
“A sweet kid? That kid’s never been anything but bratty to me!”
“That’s because you’re pretty rude yourself, Mina,” the woman replied with a hiss.
“That doesn’t give her any right to be rude to me! She needs to respect her elders before she gets herself dead, Hara,” Mina told her friend with exasperation, holding her hands up.
Y/N removed herself from the stall, pushing past the two women, making sure to bump shoulders with Mina. “Excuse me,” she seethed, walking with confidence back down the road, finished with her shopping.
“Good job, Mina,” Hara laughed behind the young woman.
Nakamoto Yuta awoke from a deep sleep by his brother jumping around on his bed, chanting “Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!”
“What?!” he groaned, turning on his side but Gin continued to jump around, especially close to his face. “What?! What is it?” he shouted, sitting up from his position and smacking Gin down onto the bed.
“Father is wanting to have breakfast with us all,” Gin panted, before jumping off the bed and down the hallway with a cheer.
Yuta groaned, thinking about having breakfast with his father and his twelve other siblings. He was seventh in line to the throne, Gin was the youngest at thirteenth in line. He didn’t seem to mind much, thinking about playing around with the ducks in the pond and trying to annoy Yuta to no end.
He stood from his bed and dressed before making his way down to the dining hall where his brothers sat around the table from oldest to youngest around their mother and father and mother. Yuta’s mother sat next to Gin while his father’s other wife sat next to the oldest. He took his seat between Akihiro and Hisao. He liked his brother’s for the most part but with twelve brother’s it was always hard to get close.
Gin was the easiest because he forced himself into hanging out with his brother. Although Yuta had things he needed to do, such as practice his sword, scout through town, go on missions he always had time for Gin.
“Yuta,” his father called and he quickly looked up to his father, setting his chopsticks down to listen to what he had to say. “Your coronation is soon, are you ready?”
“Yes, father. I’m excited and prepared for adulthood,” he told his father with a small smile.
“Good, I expect that you are prepared to go into adulthood as well as marry soon. We discussed at your fifth birthday that yourself and Yoshida Y/N would marry close to your coronation. Would you like her to come soon so you can get to know her?”
“Yes, father, I would very much like to, although I feel like I know her already,” Yuta replied. He did feel close to the young Yoshida, they had never met but stories he had heard of the fair woman were enough. Sometimes, when he was tired he would write her letters to help him fall asleep. All of them kept safely away in a desk drawer and hidden in a secret section of it.
He smiled to himself as his father nodded and started to speak to his other sons and wives, the group sitting for two hours before dispersing.
“Yuta-nii, are you really ready? I’d be so scared to meet my fiance,” Gin shouted, hanging onto Yuta’s arm as he walked.
“I think I am. Yoshida Y/N is the daughter of a high ranking Samurai, and even though I haven’t met her there are lots of stories about her around and I feel like I already know her.”
“What is she like?” Gin asked his brother.
“I’ve heard she’s the kindest girl in her district. She has a big heart and couldn’t hurt a fly!”
“Wow! I wonder what my wife will be like,” Gin wondered aloud.
“She’ll probably be as loud and annoying as you,” Yuta told him making Gin gasp loudly.
“How could you say that about, Hime-sama?” Gin shouted, shocked his brother could speak so vily about a woman he had no clue of.
Yuta smirked at his brother and shook him off his arm, “I can say anything I want!” he shouted, dashing down the hallway to hide from his younger brother who took off right after him.
“No you can’t! I’ll tell father!” Gin screamed, chasing after him.
Taeyong had been missing for the past week. No one was sure where he had gone, his family was worried sick and Y/N was terrified something had happened. Taeyong was a smart kid but not always the best. He got into trouble easily, whether it was his fault or not. He had that look.
A man appeared one morning, with a black outfit on and a hat to hide his face. Yoshida took an envelope from the man before he left quickly, without anyone seeing him. Yoshida turned back inside, the royal seal on the envelope, showing its importance.
Y/N noticed his worried looks and quickly stood to her feet from the dining table.
“What is it?”
“It’s from the Emperor,” he muttered, his voice cracking. They still had another month until Y/N was to depart to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta. He worried something had happened at the capitol and she would be wanted immediately, with barely a goodbye.
Carefully, Yoshida broke the seal and took his seat back at the table.
My Dear Friend, Yoshida,
I usually do not carry out such formal letters of this degree but since you are a close friend, I would like to inform you of the death of your student Lee Taeyong. I cannot spare you any details, but please do not grieve for long.
I am excited to see you soon, please stay for some time with your daughter before the marriage so we may catch up. I will pay for the inconvenience since you do have a business to run.
Have a fair night,
A tear slipped from Yoshida’s eyes and Y/N looked at him in concern.
“Father, what is it?” she asked softly, taking his hand resting on the table between hers.
“Taeyong… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, gripping her now slackened hands. Her face fell and she couldn’t believe what he was saying to her.
“What? What happened to him?!” she asked quickly, frantically.
“He’s been given capital punishment,” he told her, looking down so he wouldn’t have to look at that distraught look in her eye.
“Why? For what? He couldn’t have done anything so terrible that he would be… he would be… hung!” she cried, gripping her father’s hand tightly as she leaned over the table and cried.
He moved from one side to the other so he could hold her close, and let her grieve for their lost friend.
The news had spread through the castle faster than wildfire. First from the servants to the lower noble class and up to the Seventh Prince of Ninko.
“I heard that a young man named Lee Taeyong tried to sneak into the castle because of a lost love and was killed by a guard right before he could make it to his destination!” Yuta’s servant, Ara, exclaimed as he fitted the prince in his day clothes.
“Really? Do you know of where he was trying to go?” Yuta asked curiously, putting his arms up as the shirt went over his head.
Ara looked round the room before turning back to his master, “Here, sire. Apparently your fiance is in love with him and he wanted to try and win your favor and make you give up your marriage.”
Yuta looked at him stunned. “Here? Well, frightening me in between sleep would not make me want to give her up, it would just make me want to kill him.”
“Well, it’s too bad. Now when your fiance comes she will be disheartened rather than delighted to meet you.”
Yuta took a moment to think of this, and grew saddened at the thought that maybe his future wife would not feel the same way about him. She had more of a life than he had, most likely. This Taeyong must have truly loved her to die for her.
A few weeks later, the boys had rarely seen Y/N besides her passing every once in awhile to shop. She rarely made eye contact with them and would hurriedly run up the stairs. Although, she seemed to have grown kinder in some way, leaving them lunch afterwards for them to eat.
She practiced harder, the other boys learned of her training when they ran into her in the back training. She was good too. They were all so stunned they hadn’t realised she had turned to them with a scowl on her face. When they noticed, they scrambled away quickly.
During one of Yoshida’s classes, a loud knock made it’s appearance on the dojo door. Yoshida quieted the boys and made his way to the door. The boys stared, unable to see the mysterious person behind but when Yoshida bowed they knew he was important. They slowly crept to where they could see the Prince Nakamoto Yuta at their door.
“There’s no need to bow,” Yuta told the man nervously, scratching his neck.
“You’re royalty, your Highness. It’s only proper,” Yoshida told him, standing up straight.
“You are a friend of my Father’s. There is no need to worry about such trivial things,” Yuta told him with a small smile.
“May I ask what you’re doing here, sire?” Yoshida asked, stepping back to allow him and his servant inside. He looked at his students and quickly shooed them, telling them to go outside and practice.
“Sensei, Y/N is out there,” one of the students whispered to him, Yuta picked up on his words but didn’t show his excitement.
“Tell her to get dressed, we have special company,” Yoshida told him. The boy nodded and they all ran outside. “Would you like some tea?” Yoshida asked the Prince.
“No thank you,” he passed.
“And yourself?” Yoshida asked his servant whom looked surprised he spared him a look.
“Oh, um, yes please,” he muttered, happy to have something warm after their long journey. Yoshida smiled kindly and brought a teapot and three drinks, winking at Yuta.
“I could tell you were just being polite,” he smiled. The door behind Yoshida opened and Yuta caught a glance of his fiance dashing up the stairs. She was truly as beautiful as he had imagined. “So, what have you come for? I hope it’s not too steal my daughter from me so early, we still have about a week,” he told the young Prince as he handed him a cup.
Yuta nodded, “Yes, I know. I came because I heard of what happened to her close friend. I wanted to give my condolences in person. I hope I can be of some help here,” he told the man whose eyes warmed slightly at the man.
“Well, thank you very much, your Highness. This means very much to me and will to my daughter, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. I’m happy you came, maybe you would even like to join my boys in one of their lessons,” Yoshida smiled, taking a sip from his tea.
“I would love to,” Yuta replied, nodding his head.
The three sat at the table for a few moments in silence until Y/N appeared downstairs with a beautiful black and white kimono on, her hair twisted up and makeup more so than usual on her cheeks and eyes.
She began to bow but Yuta was quick to stop her, “Please, don’t bow,” he asked of her.
She raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Okay.”
They stood in front of one another awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a walk?” Yuta asked after a few minutes quickly, nervous to be in front of his future wife for the first time.
“I don’t see the problem with that,” she told him.
He smiled, holding an arm out for her and led her out of the dojo.
Y/N led him out of the dojo and into the woods that surrounded the place. She felt awkward and uncomfortable with him there, even if he were being somewhat kind. She had always heard of him as different from everyone else but she didn’t realize that different was in a good light. Everyone had assumed he was a destructive, rude, terrible teen that abused his crown but it seemed he was just gentle and kind and sometimes a bit too snarky.
She smiled softly to herself and he smiled at the sight of her smiling. Yuta looked away with his smile still on his lips. She rolled her eyes, taking him to a lake where she sat with no concern to her kimono.
It seemed he had gotten her all wrong as well. She was much less ladylike and rather manly. Her words were curt and unappealing, she had no regard of her appearance besides when necessary and if she had been outside before hand what could she have been doing?
“Are you going to sit or just stand there?” she asked him, not turning to look back at him.
He flushed red before sitting next to her, watching her skip stones across the water.
“So, why are you here? We shouldn’t have met until next week,” she told him skeptically, throwing one rock exceptionally hard.
“Oh, um, I heard about your friend…” he replied awkwardly, notcing that she stopped her skipping.
“I wanted to give you my condolences, I know what he meant to you,” he whispered, taking her hand in his.
“What? Are you going to have me killed like him?” she asked with a hiss, ripping her hand out of his.
“I’m not that kind of person,” he replied with a hiss right back.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she rolled her eyes.
Yuta sighed loudly, “Listen, princess, I came out here to show that I actually care about your feelings rather than some other husband you could have who would have killed both you and him for having an affair outside of your arranged marriage.”
“We didn’t have an affair of any kind!” she exclaimed.
“It’s what it looks like to the public, or at least the public of servants in the castle,” he told her, making her eyebrows raise.
“What? What did he do? Why is… Why did he… leave me?” she asked softly, her eyes starting to brim with tears.
“Rumor has it that Lee Taeyong snuck into the castle to ask me to give you up but was killed by a guard before he could,” he told her softly in case anyone was around, although the town had no clue the prince was even in their small town.
She gasped, cupping her hands around her mouth to hold in her sobs. “Gods, why?” she repeated over and over as Yuta moved her over into his side and held her close to him.
Yuta stayed the week, the two becoming friends in the short amount of time they had known each other. There were no romantic feelings (for Y/N at least) for the time and they got along nicely. Much to the happiness of Daichi who had worried since she was three of the arranged marriage. Terrified that she would forever hate him giving her up.
Yuta travelled with them back to the castle where they were greeted famously, a small greeting from the twelve boys and the Emperor’s wives. They took the three to the dining room where the Emperor would join them for dinner any moment.
When he entered, they all stood, bowing to their leader before sitting when he did. The Emperor was happy to see his son getting along with his fiance and clinked his glass to get their attention.
“I would just like to say how happy I am to see my son so happy with the woman who was picked for him when he was five. So, I would like to announce that the wedding will take place in three months!” he cheered, holding his glass up. The room cheered with him except for Yoshida, Y/N and Yuta who were all stunned at the announcement.
Y/N stood in the royal gardens, crying besides the peonies that reminded her of Taeyong. She forgot she was to marry Yuta, he had become a friend but not a commitment. A person to take her mind off all the things happening but he was at the center of it all.
Yuta exited the maze and found her after an hour of looking. The sun was bound to set any minute and she was here, lost in the maze. He sighed, sitting beside her.
A few moments passed until he spoke, “Listen, Y/N, I’ll make a deal with you,” he told her, sparing her a look quickly looking away when she glanced at him. “Up until the wedding I’ll try to get you to love me, but if you don’t you don’t have to marry me. I’ll work it out with my father if it comes to that, but I hope it doesn’t. Just… give me a chance,” he asked of her.
She thought about his proposition for a good while, making him nervous and antsy. She nodded softly holding her shaking hand out to him. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he replied back. The game on.
Yuta tried his best to win Y/N over. She enjoyed his company and loved his attitude that wasn’t a spoiled rotten kid, but it wasn’t enough to have her stay.
He often took her riding into the woods. One fine day, he strapped swords to his horse and a bag full of stones on the other side, he raced across the courtyard where she sat in front of the garden. She was surprised to see Yuta on a horse and hadn’t realized he had pulled her up with him onto the horse. The two made their way into the woods and to a clearing with a lake.
“Like the one at your home,” he smirked, hopping off the horse, waiting for her too.
When she hadn’t moved, he turned back to her, seeing her stare idly at the ground. Her fingers itched around the hem of her dress in nervousness. He smiled at the sight.
“Are you scared?” he asked her with a smirk.
“N-No, I just… don’t want to flash you. It would be indecent,” she told him, holding her head high.
“And at what time have you been decent?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes, holding her arms out, “Please, just help me down,” she asked of him. He nodded walking over to her. She set her hands on his shoulders and he helped her slip off the horse. “Good, thank you,” she said, nodding her head and made her way to the lake.
Yuta smirked, running up behind her and lifting her skirt. “Looks like you flashed me anyways!” he laughed, making her turn bright red. “Now! Teach me how to skip a stone!” he asked her, holding up a bag of rocks, all different shapes and sizes.
She took them from his hand and rifled through them laughing slightly. “Well, first we’re going to sort through these and only have the flat ones.”
“What? Why? Then we’ll only have a few,” Yuta asked in confusion as she dumped the bag of rocks onto the ground and threw all the thick and awkward ones out, leaving only smooth, flat ones for them to use.
“If you use awkward or big ones they’ll just sink, they need to be able to slid against the surface and jump off it,” she explained, before skipping one across the lake.
Yuta nodded following her lead, throwing the rock into the water. Y/N started as the rock sunk immediately.
“You have to flick your wrist, like…” she stood behind him, “this.” She helped him flick his wrist from behind, the rock skipping two times before sinking. He cheered excitedly, taking her into his arms and swinging her around.
“Okay, okay, Yuta. Put me down. Put me down!” she shouted, in annoyance until he set her back down on the ground.
“Let’s go again!” he cheered, taking a rock and skipping it a few times across the water.
Three Months Later
“The wedding is tomorrow,” Yuta told her as they sat in front of the lake where she had first taught him to skip stones. Where they rode their horses and watched the sunset. Where Yuta really felt his heart going out to her.
Y/N looked up from her lap, wringing out her fingers, “I know,” she whispered.
“Have you decided?” he asked her softly. “I need to tell my father soon.”
“I know and… I have,” she whispered. He could hear it in her voice, the saddness, the distraught. He knew her answer even before she barely whispered it into the crisp weather. She started to talk about all the good times but he couldn’t get passed the thought that he’d never see her walk down the aisle to him. He would never wake up to her beside her. He would never have children with her and wither away with her. He’d have to stand for some annoying brat now.
“I can’t marry you,” was all that passed into his ears.
The main hall had turned into a wedding in the matter of three days. Yuta was prepared for marriage but the wife he had planned to have would not arrive at this moment. A woman by the name of Osao Nara was to marry him. A woman that was Japanese but her family had moved to Europe and returned to Japan not too long ago.
She was a thin, small thing. Pale and slightly awkward when she smiled. She liked power and already walked around the castle as if she owned it. Yuta wasn’t sure if she knew that they were seventh in line for the throne.
He sighed and walked into Nina’s room, forgetting to knock. The wedding was that day and the shrill screams from Nina was all that fazed him when he realized his mistake of invading. The young woman had been in a foreign dress, none like he had ever seen. It was white and sparkly and he hated it was on Nina rather than his one true love.
“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress, much less the day of the wedding!” Nina screeched, slamming the door shut with ferocity.
“No, I’ve never heard that,” Yuta replied behind the door. Nina yelled in frustration, she wasn’t too keen to marry Yuta either. He was sarcastic and rude and had no respect for her. She barely saw him as her husband, she just wanted more power than she already had as a Duchess.
Yuta left the door and while walking around the castle was escorted off to get ready for the ceremony.
The ceremony started with Yuta at the front of the room, the people in the middle and the bride to be outside the doors. Music flooded the room and a young woman entered the room. A veil covering her face with the white head decoration holding it up. He could barely pull up a smile at the sight of Nara walking forward.
He liked the dress she wore then. She must not have wanted the bad luck to follow her because she now wore a formal Japanese dress as she made her way to him.
They sat before the priest, awaiting the first cup of sake as he purified the shrine they sat before and called the kami’s attention.
Yuta first took three sips, passing it to his bride who sipped it conspicuously. Nara was then given a cup, slightly bigger than the first and drank three times before giving it to her groom. The priest repeated his first action in a bigger cup and they finished the small san-ku-do ceremony.
They are then ushered to the altar where Yuta reads his quick written vows to her.
“We have not known each other long but thanks to Matsuoka Ji we can marry and find a love that would have never been found elsewhere.”
She listened, the tone of his voice dry and that love he spoke of was unheard of in the wavers of his voice.
The priest then offered evergreen to the altar, reflecting his gratitude to the spirits. The bride and groom following with their own objects. Yuta placed a folded piece of paper on the altar. Nara followed with a stone. Flat and thin that made Yuta look to her in confusion. He could barely make out the smirk underneath her veil. Family representatives followed after them with offerings while Yuta stared in confusion at the young woman before him. He wasn’t so sure it was Nara anymore.
The priest brought out the rings that had been presented and asked of Nara if she would unveil with help from her groom. She leaned her head forward and Yuta shakily lifted the veil in which to reveal Y/N instead.
He smiled from ear to ear at the sight of her and the whole room gasped.
“M-Master Yuta, this is not Nara. Would you like us to stop the proceedings?” the priest asked him.
“No, please continue,” he grinned, the whole room feeling his happiness. His father smiled, thankful the young woman returned to his son and let the wedding proceed, even as the priest stared at him in confusion.
Izanagi and Izanami were called upon in the final prayers before the reception was called upon.
“I thought you didn’t love me,” Yuta whispered to his wife as they stood at the reception smiling as people congratulated, even if they were slightly confused.
“I didn’t think I did, but as I left the city I realized that I couldn’t leave you,” she told him, looking up at him with a large smile. He smiled back, the two in love and married.
A tear slipped from Yuta’s eyes, holding her hand tightly in between his, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she told him, wiping the tear from his face.
Also, you know what bothers me the most about that whole conversation? Is how it’s basically a twisted version of Fitzsimmons is.
Trying to protect each other, their future, and what they’ve built. It makes my skin crawl to hear them repeating those words in that context.
AIDA is trying to keep Fitz with her by using what she’s witnessed with Fitz and Jemma in real life. She’s keeping him close and keeping him working for her by trying to forge the same bond that she’s seen over and over again. It’s so manipulative and it hurts
Especially the “I’d cross the universe” for you in that promo. It makes me want to throw up. She’s twisting his memories and his natural instinct to be loyal and loving, and using them to make sure he doesn’t stray. You saw what happened when Fitz tried to push her, she shut him up by kissing him. This isn’t love we’re seeing, it’s her keeping him exactly where she wants him.
There is nothing there but a lust for his mind and the things he can make. He helped make her so, what else can he do?
Also I think she understands that her attachment to him isn’t as strong as she’d like him to be. Why else would she hide Jemma’s picture from him? She’s scared that, if he even so much as sees her, he’ll remember. No wonder she’s trying to transfer that bond to her.
@aliceinwhateverland: I was thinking that a good plot for Bughead would be the prom night, where maybe as they don’t seem to be in a formal relationship they aren’t really sure if they have to ask eachother.
Such a cute prompt, I love tongue-tied Jughead!
”B, you have to come and look at this dress it would be totally perfect for you,” Veronica gushed from where she lounged on Betty’s flowery bedspread, resting on one elbow while her other hand scrolled through pages on Betty’s laptop. Betty twisted round from where she sat at her dressing table, peering over her shoulder to glance at the screen. The satin dress was beautiful, pale lavender with a full skirt and sweetheart neckline that sat slightly off the shoulder. She sighed, shaking her head to clear the image of her in that dress from her mind.
“I don’t know why you’re looking, V, I’m not even sure I’m going to the dance,” she mumbled, looking down at where her fingers were twisting nervously. Veronica’s head snapped up.
“What do you mean not going? Why the hell wouldn’t you go?” she said incredulously, eyes comically wide. Why anyone would miss the chance to get a new outfit and dress up for the night was completely beyond her. Betty didn’t meet her gaze.
“Well… Jughead and I… I don’t even know if there is… we’ve not really…” Realisation dawned for Veronica.
“He hasn’t asked you yet,” she stated, her voice unquestioning. Betty shook her head dejectedly. Veronica’s expression softened as she took in her best friend’s slumped shoulders and downturn expression. “He is Jughead. Going to dances, let alone asking someone to one, isn’t really his scene,” she said gently, wincing slightly.
“Yeah, I know. I just thought that maybe, after we… It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just a dance,” Betty rallied, straightening up and sending a smile Veronica’s way. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Don’t worry, B, there’s still time,” she replied, trying to life the spirits from where they’d taken a drastic nosedive. “I’ll save the dress for you anyway.”
“Hey, guys,” Archie called out as he placed his lunch tray on the tabletop. “What’re we talking about?”
“The delightful wonders that come out of the Riverdale High cafeteria. Mystery Meat - why is it so mysterious?” Jughead deadpanned, mouth twisting in disgust as he reached for his fries instead. Betty cast a shy glance at him, smiling in amusement. He caught her glance and raised his eyebrows teasingly, pulling a silent laugh from her as she looked back at her tray with flushed cheeks. Jughead flung his free arm around her shoulders in a move that was still strange but becoming familiar. Betty’s body relaxed slightly, leaning into his side in comfort. Archie eyed the arm with wary eyes while Veronica looked on with a pleased smile.
“Err, hey, Ronnie. I wanted to know if wanted to go to the dance next week. With me?” Archie blurted suddenly. Veronica startled.
“Really?” she asked in surprise, eyebrows shooting up at the question.
“Yeah. Well Val is gonna be on stage with the Pussycats all night so I thought it would be nice if the two of us went together,” he replied with a grin. From across the table Betty and Jughead wore matching expressions of disbelief as they took in what Archie had just said. ‘Second choice’ hung, unsaid, in the air. The corner of Veronica’s eyes prickled as Archie stared on oblivious, taking a breath and puffing her chest out to hide her obvious hurt.
“Sure, Archiekins, I’ll go with you,” she answered, plastering on a smile. Betty shot her a sympathetic look across the table that she returned with a slight shake of the head. The blonde’s sad eyes while she still sat beneath Jughead’s arm gave Veronica an idea. “In fact, the four of us could go together… like a double date,” she finished, staring pointedly at the couple across the table, sending a coy look Jughead’s way.
Jughead’s arm flew from Betty’s shoulder as he choked on the bite he’d just taken, fist pounding his chest a couple of times. “D-date?” he spluttered at the same time as Archie who looked sharply between the pair, Jughead’s eyes panicked as he chanced a glance over to Betty before narrowing in on Veronica.
“Yes, Jughead, a date,” Veronica replied, refusing to back down. If she wasn’t going to get her man then she sure as hell would make sure her best friend got hers.
“I-I’m not really sure… I don’t think we…” The hopeful look Betty tried to hide was fading fast at his hesitation.
“I think I’m gonna go get another water,” Betty hurried out, standing swiftly and walking towards the school without a backwards glance. Jughead’s worried eyes followed her, looking torn between staying and following the girl he clearly loved as she moved away from him.
“Alright, clueless wonder, what was that about?” Veronica turned on Jughead as soon as Betty was out of earshot, raising a single brow in accusation.
“Huh?” Jughead replied, ever the wordsmith.
“Betty! That girl has been looking at you like you hung the stars for months and yet you can’t repay her by asking her to one stupid dance?” Jughead was stunned into silence at the unexpected onslaught.
“We just… haven’t really talked about it. Us, I mean. Y’know, as a couple,” he mumbled lamely. If there was one person that had the quality to render him moronic, he thought as he listened to himself trip over simple words, it was Betty Cooper.
“It’s so completely obvious that you’re in love with each other I don’t see the issue here.” Even the tips of Jughead’s ears covered by his beanie turned red at Veronica’s use of the word love. Archie stiffened, waiting for his reply. There was a beat of dead air before Jughead looked up with renewed hope.
“Well, I mean, I’m not so sure now. You kinda blew it, Heathcliff.” Jughead scoffed at her comparison, making to stand.
“I’ll go and ask her…” Veronica reached out to stop him.
“Whoa, slow your roll, silver-tongued devil, it’s going to take something more than just asking her to make up for this blunderbuss.”
“Like what?” Jughead asked apprehensively sitting back down.
“We’re gonna go full on Say Anything on this bitch.”
Betty tried not to watch the clock ticking faster and faster towards six o’clock. She sat, her biology textbook long forgotten in front of her, staring at the hands as they taunted her.
Jughead hadn’t asked her in the end but she didn’t care, she told herself. She knew he wasn’t the kind of person who went to dances and she was just going to have to be ok with that. The image of him standing before her in a suit, bringing back memories of the one he wore to Jason’s funeral, holding her close as they swayed to some song she didn’t even hear invaded her mind. Standing there, unquestionably together, in front of everyone. She sighed. Not today.
The sound of something hitting the glass pane of her window shook her out of her revere. Brows furrowed she listened, until suddenly the sound repeated itself, catching a glimpse of the pebble that flew towards her room. She stood, tiptoeing over and looked down onto the lawn.
Her mouth dropped as she took in the sight before her. There, in a suit just like she’d imagined him, was Jughead Jones, standing below her window holding a box above his head. She lifted the window, laughing in disbelief.
“Juggie, what are you doing here?” she shouted down to him, trying to make herself heard without alerting her mother.
“Hey, Juliet. Just thought I’d come and tell you how much of an idiot I’d been,” he shrugged looking up at her, eyes glinting with mischief. “And to ask you if you’d forgive my blind stupidity by accompanying me to this dance?” Betty’s eyes shone with tears.
“But you hate dances. You don’t have to do this for me,” she replied, trying to contain her pounding heart. He huffed out a laugh.
“My love for you is far stronger than my dislike for school functions, Betts,” he tried to quip casually, his heart leaping into his throat. Betty’s breath left her in a gasp.
“I… I don’t even have a dress,” she got out, mind still spinning from his confession. His eyes flicked to the box in his hands. “Jug, what’s in the box?” she asked suspiciously.
“Come and see.” She was downstairs in seconds, creeping across the dew damp grass to get to him. He looked even better up close, suit fitting him a little better this time, blue eyes glistening in the fading dusk light. She smiled at him from under her lashes as her shaking hands gently lifted the lid. The lavender dress stared back at her.
“Juggie! How…?” she gasped, caressing the fabric in awe.
“Veronica,” he mumbled, with a tone of resentful gratitude. Betty laughed, staring up at the wonderful boy in front of her. Her free hand came up to grip the back of his neck, pulling him down to her lips in a sweet, slow kiss, pouring all of her gratitude into him. They pulled back, both breathing shakily. Betty didn’t remove her hand or let him get further than an inch from her lips.
a/n: any and all feedback is greatly appreciated and requests are open! (also, i know this is a pain in the ass to scroll through. i put it under a read more and it doesn’t seem to be working on mobile :-/ sorry! i’m trying to figure it out.)
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summary: thanks to zoe and alfie, you and joe talk about taking the next step in your relationship.
“Oh, hi! Come in, come in!” Zoe greets the two of you, beckoning you into her home. “I wasn’t expecting you until later! It’s only eight in the morning.” She gives Joe a hug and does the same to you, laughing, “Look at me! I’m still in my pajamas.”
Requests: “Hello!! Can I have 99 with Klaus?? ❤️❤️❤️” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)
She got in her car, she had to see him. To apologize for turning him down, for making him feel terrible about himself. Because the truth was that she was in love with him. And being in love with someone who’s so evil, who was evil, who does so many bad things…that’s not like her. She wasn’t raised this way.
Everything inside of her was a red flag. From the moment she met him. But she was a curious young woman. He sparked her somehow, everything telling her to run the other way because her parents taught her that people like him could hurt her. So she turned him down. Because he’s a vampire. Because he’s different. But her parents told her that being different was good. Everything she believed in, was caving in on her. She was conflicted.
Requested: Who’s your daddy is so good! 😍, I can’t wait for 7!!, Are you going to make another who your daddy?, please do a part 7 to who is your daddy!!!!, When r u going to update who’s your daddy???, Who’s your daddy part 7 !!!, Can you do an update on who’s your daddy please 💖,
Hey!! I really liked your ‘who’s your daddy’ imagine and I was just wondering if you’re planning on making any other parts..? I really hope so ❤️
Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose. Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?
What the bloody hell was that? Am I out of my bloody mind, he thought as he continued to limp to the other side of the glade. If it weren’t for the heat, you would be able to tell that he was flustered, embarrassed at the mistake he nearly made. Looking around, he made sure no one saw, sighing in relief once he concluded that he was right.
He was already beating himself up for getting caught by Gally. Newt knew that he wasn’t giving Y/n CPR, only an idiot would believe that. He was just conflicted as to why he kissed her in the first place. It was like he couldn’t stop the urge and the next thing he knew…
“So what exactly is our game plan here?”
Startled by the sudden intrusion of his thoughts, he turns to be greeted by Gally. With his arms crossed, his expression held one of irritation, which only brought an amused raise of Newt’s eyebrow.
“I see you changed your shirt. If the child is yours, I would get used to being covered in vomit if I were you.”
Gally only rolls his eyes, looking around. “Where is she anyways?”
“I left her with Chuck, they’re currently with the gardeners.”
“Really? Cause I’m looking at Chuck right now, running after a piglet he just let get loose.” Gally looked past Newt, in the direction where the slicers were located. Turning around so fast, his neck nearly snapping, Newt indeed saw Chuck running after said animal that was no doubt about to be dinner.
Cursing under his breath, Newt turns back to where Y/n was supposed to be sitting, only to see that she was no where to be found. Slowly panicking, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw who was walking hesitantly toward the maze opening.
“Oh, shit.” Gally takes off into a full sprint, Newt not far behind him. Seeing the both of them running alarmed those around them, until they too saw who was getting a little too close for comfort.
He had only left not even five minutes ago, how could she have gotten so close without anybody noticing?
“Y/n! Get away from there!”
Few more gladers took off running toward her as well, others shouting, but too far for her to hear any of them clearly. Her eyes were trained on the large opening before her, curiosity too grand to ignore the opportunity before her. What was the big deal, she wondered. Where had she seen walls like this before?
Y/n was about to take a few more steps forward, only to be stopped by a couple of firm voices coming from the void that was in front of her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“Stop right there, girly.”
Squinting her eyes, she sees two silhouettes jogging toward her. Once the light had reached them, Minho and Thomas held looks of shock and relief. Thank God they got back earlier than normal; what the hell was she doing by the maze?
Seeing that she stopped, a couple of gladers that were able to get to her before Gally could, grabbed her by the arms, quickly pulling her away from the opening.
Stopping in front of them, Minho leaned backward to catch his breath while Thomas waved his hands at everyone that was gathering around them.
“W-What the [pant] the hell is she [pant] why the fu- [pant] Just gimme a minute…” He finally leaned forward, hands resting on his knees.
“Why was she near the maze? Who the hell was supposed to be watching her?” Alby asked the crowd, all of them wondering the same thing. Gally and Newt had finally caught up, breathing heavily as everyone’s eyes were now on them. “Start talking, you two.”
Newt looked around, finding exactly who he was looking for. “Don’t you hide from me, shank. I told you to keep an eye on her, not leave her in one spot then disappear!”
Chuck revealed himself from hiding behind Winston, while holding the escaped piglet in his arms. He refused to make eye contact, knowing Newt’s were shooting daggers. Before he could explain himself, Alby cut right back in.
“I told you she was your problem, our way of living is on you four, and you’ll need all the time you need. Which means you don’t hand her off to someone else to watch her. As for the runners, today is your last day to run the maze until further notice.”
“Wait, what?” Minho raised his eyebrows. “Alby-”
“We can’t risk giving you guys more portions of food so you’ll have your energy to run, we have to manage with what’s left.”
“So, she’s not only in the way of our food and supplies, but our way out as well?” Ben interjected. “Anything else you want to take from us, princess?”
“Screw you, I didn’t ask for any of this!”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t-”
“Knock it off, will ya?” Gally snaps, shoving Ben a few steps back. This seemed to surprise everyone, including himself, confused as to where the impulse came from. “Just…lay off, alright? She’s got enough to deal with as it is.”
Shaking his head, Ben stalks back to wherever he was before all of this. Everyone slowly goes about their business as well, all eyes never leaving the five of them while Y/n just looked at the ground in frustration. Now feeling even more that they were never going to trust her.
“I meant it, you four. She’s your responsibility.”
With that being said, Alby takes his leave, leaving them to stand in front of the maze doors. The creaking of its gears being the only sound between the group as no one said anything for a good minute.
“Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk or something?” Minho finally broke the ice.
“I just want to know what the bloody hell you were thinking, Y/n. I told you not to go near the maze, and what do you do? You go near it! I can’t keep you safe if you don’t listen-”
“I’m not something that needs to be looked after 24/7, Newt!”
"You are literally shucking pregnant! Yes, you do! And a lot more now, after that little stunt you almost pulled, we are definitely not letting you out of our sights. How could you be so bloody reckless, putting yourself in danger like that? If Minho and Thomas hadn’t come back in time, you could have gotten yourself killed!”
“Newt..” Thomas warned, seeing that his tone wasn’t making things any better.
“I don’t know who you are, or what you are to me, but I’m sick and tired of almost having a bloody heart attack every time you vanish!”
“Cool it, shank.” Minho raised a hand slowly, trying to get him to stop.
“Do you want to be the reason your baby dies? Hm? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen if you so much as set foot into the maze!”
“Stop it.” Y/n whispers, a single tear slipping down her cheek, making Newt’s breath hitch in his throat. “I get it, okay? You’ve all made it perfectly clear what a nuisance I am, I get it. But, what you’re not gonna do is put that kind of burden in my head.”
Before they could see her cry, Y/n pushed past the Brit, walking somewhere she could be alone. But, not before adding, “And to think I thought you were different.”
Once she was far enough, the remanding three that watched the two of them argue, exchanged looks. Minho sighs heavily, making his way to the map room, not before patting Newt’s shoulder.
He took his leave, as well as Gally. Silence filled the area yet again, this time leaving Thomas and Newt to suffocate in it. Now staring at the spot Y/n used to be, Newt now had something else to beat himself up about; why did she have to say that? As if he can’t handle his own shucking emotions as it is.
Looking up from his melancholy thoughts, he finally noticed that Thomas had been staring at him.
“You mind telling me what the hell that was, just now? You’ve been the calmest one so far, what happened?”
He had no answer to give, honestly. Newt was aware that all of what he was angry about came from somewhere else, deep down, but he hasn’t the slightest clue as to where.
“Do you think it’s yours, Tommy?”
The question threw him off guard. Not because if its random appearance, but because it was the same one he had asked Minho. Blinking a couple of times, his mouth suddenly ran dry; the thought of her alone made his heart speed up, no doubt. Looking back at Newt, Thomas nodded his head ever so slightly, now catching Newt off guard.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”Definitely not the answer he was expecting.
Reaction of the S, M, and T boys if they find out that Yui is actually Karl's daughter
Boy oh boy, if Yui was Karlheinz’s only daughter and had her vampire side repressed when she was a baby, I think the boys in general would be even more surprised by Karlheinz’s powers. In this situation, she’s a lot like Yuuki Kuran from Vampire Knight.
EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT KINO. I’M SORRY BABY.
Shu: That human he fed from was actually his long lost sister? You have got to be kidding him. Shu’s mind would be running with many questions, but he won’t ask Yui about it since she didn’t know she was directly related to the Sakamaki family too. He isn’t sure what to do in this situation besides creating a distance between himself and Yui now. He wants her blood, but not with this stipulation.
Reiji: Surprised by the revelation, Reiji wonders what Karlheinz is scheming by turning Yui into a human and hiding her identity from their family for years. He becomes suspicious and wishes to speak with Karlheinz soon about it. But for now, Reiji will continue to care for her like he does for the rest of the household. He is also tempted to awaken her vampire side soon.
Ayato: Chichinashi is his half-sister?! Ayato is shocked and starts yelling at everyone, accusing them of hiding this from him for years. When he grasps the truth of it all, Ayato becomes conflicted. Yui was once his prey, but now she’s at the same level as him? He even shared a kiss with her once! Ayato becomes disgusted with himself and decides to move on. No point in sticking around now.
Kanato: Kanato screams at Yui for being a deceitful creature, and he threatens to kill her so that he doesn’t have to deal with her. Kanato even remarks that he doesn’t remember growing up with her and says that since their father hid her away from all of them, her existence must have been a nuisance for Karlheinz. He can’t believe how much he liked her sweet blood too.
Laito: An incest relationship? No problem. Laito may be thrown back by Yui’s true identity, but he’s still interested in her while she was a human. After all, Karlheinz married Christa, his cousin, so can’t Laito consider Yui as a lover? Laito will tease Yui 10x more than usual, and he may even dote on her. But until she’s a vampire, he will still see her as his lovely prey and cute Bitch-chan.
Subaru: Subaru becomes a little paranoid that Yui is his half-sister, and he’s flustered over the fact that he always desired her blood over others. He can’t bring himself to look her in the eye anymore, and he may even start to avoid her on purpose. But separation brings the heart closer, and Subaru finds himself becoming protective of Yui. After all, she may be a human, but she’s his sister now.
Kino: Kino would use this new information to perhaps form a secret alliance and get back at Karlheinz for abandoning them and treating them horribly. Of course, he’s after Karlheinz’s powers, but Kino believes that Yui can be used as bait for the Sakamaki boy who currently possesses it. Perhaps his new sister is useful after all.
Ruki: After all this time, Livestock was that man’s daughter? Ruki is disturbed by how he originally treated Yui because of all the gracious things Karlheinz has done for him. He would formally apologize to Yui for mistreating her, and he views her differently now too. He desire to become Adam increases as he finds himself further falling for her because of her new identity.
Kou: What? M-Neko-Chan is actually Karlheinz’s long lost daughter? Kou is disgruntled by this new fact, and through Ruki, he is also forced to apologize to Yui. But he still wants to be in the running to be Adam, so he becomes a little more nicer to Yui than usual. After all, Kou is indebted to Karlheinz, so it’s only natural that he pays back the price.
Yuma: Sow is related to those Sakamaki guys? Gross! Yuma is dumbfounded by the fact that Yui is directly related to the Sakamaki vampires, but he wonders why she is a human instead. He’ll ask Ruki if they should investigate the matter since the circumstances are strange. Despite being a Sakamaki, Yuma will still want to drink Yui’s delicious blood. Not much has changed for him.
Azusa: To think that Eve is actually a sister to the Sakamaki family confuses Azusa. He thought that Yui was a human being, not a bloodsucking vampire. Azusa can’t help but treat Yui as a higher being at school, and he speaks so formally to her too. To him, Yui is basically the Sakamaki princess. He won’t dare to defile her since she is Karlheinz’s daughter.
Carla: Carla is surprised by the announcement that Yui is actually Karlheinz’s daughter, and he now sees his potential marriage to her as something politically powerful. The Bat clan will surely stand by the Founders’ side if he gets married to the Vampire King’s daughter. Persistent as always, Carla will attempt to capture Yui’s heart and court her properly now, but the Sakamaki family won’t have it.
Shin: Shin is speechless when he discovers the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that Yui is still beneath him. However, much like Yuma, he wonders what the Vampire King is scheming this time, so Shin might do some reconnaissance work if Carla allows him to do so. He hopes Yui won’t be used as a secret weapon or pawn by Karlheinz.