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For those who like fanfics with Henry Cavill and Aaron Taylor Johnson
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DANGEROUS
CHAPTER SIX
Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.
Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. In this chapter, we'll have a new character named Natasha, imagine her as the actress Ana de Armas.
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Tangerine's risky plan is to pretend to turn you and Walker in to track down his brother. It seems like the perfect plan for everything to go wrong but you're in no position to have an opinion.
"If we are your hostages, do we really need to dress up? This dress seems like a big exaggeration to me." You say, swinging the tails of the beautiful dress you're wearing. A beautiful black dress with gold details that makes you look like royalty.
"You look beautiful. If we need to escape, it's better to join the crowd. The crowd will be dressed that way. You have to fit in and not stand out. I don't know why there are so many complaints. Your boyfriend is upstairs getting ready without complaining about anything.” Tangerine speaks to you with a smile on the face of someone who is happy to bother you. He's shirtless, arranging his weapons so we don't get caught off guard.
"It's easy for you to say. Or for him. You're in suits. I'm in a damn Met Gala dress. How am I supposed to move or attack someone wearing this shit?" You punctuates almost altering his voice. Tangerine, who is arranging a gun on her waist, approaches you, almost sticking to you and shows you a part of the dress's seam that allows you to take the syrup off the dress.
"I suggest that some people here focus more on the mission and less on their clothing. You said you need us both to pretend we've been captured. I think you better handcuff us both.” August Walker appears out of nowhere with his badass macho look. His hair is wet from the shower but he looks elegant. You just don't understand why it's thick. Until you note that his conversation with Tangerine was happening while he was shirtless.
"In that case, I think I'll agree with the idiot over there. You and Walker need to be smart. Any mistake and my contractor will disappear with my brother and kill the three of us." Tangerine speaks while fixing his social shirt. When he started to put on his tie, you noticed that he doesn't know how to do it properly.
"Let me fix it for you." You say going towards Tangerine and tying his tie for him. Your fingers lightly touched his neck and for a few seconds it was as if electricity passed between you. Tangerine's eyes were on you as you tied the knot. You even noticed him lightly biting his lip as he watched you. When you finished the knot and fixed the collar of your shirt, your eyes met. As if the tension between you couldn't get any greater.
"When we're done today..." Tangerine says, almost whispering in your ear.
"Yes." That's all you allow yourself to say. While it seems like the two of you are entering into a silent agreement.
"What if you're deceiving us?" August suddenly speaks as he brings the handcuffs to Tangerine. You and Tangerine exchange glances, and you feel a bit awkward. Walker seems not to care about having disrupted the atmosphere between you and Tangerine, and you know exactly why.
"You have my permission to kill me if I'm deceiving you. But remember that I could be doing all this without your cooperation. So I suggest you trust me. Or at least pretend to trust me. Especially you, big guy." Tangerine says, then winks in Walker's direction. You try to keep a straight face, but you can't help but shiver at the thought that you depend on the collaboration of these two to get out alive today.
"Let's go before you kill each other." You say looking softly at Walker who looks angry. Minutes later you were handcuffed and sitting next to Walker in the car Tangerine rented for the night. Entrance to the masquerade ball was smoother than you suspected. Nobody thought it was strange two people in handcuffs. Of course you and Walker are wearing masks but you can see that whoever looks at you is more interested in naughtiness than in taking off your handcuffs.
"My contractor sent a message telling me to meet him inside." Tangerine speaks and you look at Walker feeling like something bad is going to happen soon. You follow the direction Tangerine tells you to go, until you reach a room inside the building where the party is taking place.
"I thought you guys would take longer to arrive." Natasha speaks as she walks sensually towards the three of you. Natasha was one of the spies working for MI6 at the time that Hunt and Walker had their clash.
"And you are?" Tangerine asks, smiling, not really understanding why Natasha was approaching you.
"No one for you." Natasha says before hitting Tangerine in the head with the back of her gun. He fell to the floor unconscious and you get nervous.
"If you do that to her, it will be the last thing you do." August says keeping himself between you and Natasha. He's almost like your human shield.
"You can drop the act, Walker." Natasha says with an evil smile on her face. Soon after, she takes the key to the handcuffs from Walker's pants pocket. As if she knew where the key was.
"She's not part of this. You already have the man you wanted on the floor. Take his fingerprints and scan his face. I'll keep her behaved." Walker says and you feel repulsed by him. He betrayed you, manipulated you.
"What's your plan?" You scream as you regret not having the keys to the handcuffs.
"We needed Tangerine here. Let's just say it's important for him to be in the same place as Solomon Lane." Natasha responds. You feel the weight of Walker's betrayal even heavier on your shoulders. If Lane is here, that means Ethan Hunt knows what's going on. He will know that you didn't keep your end of the bargain. The deal you made with him to keep August Walker alive.
"You couldn't have been that stupid. You wouldn't do that." You say looking directly at Walker. His anger and revolt at the moment seem insignificant to August. It's like he didn't have any reaction.
"Some habits are hard to break, darling. But don't worry, your little boyfriend here is in good hands." Natasha speaks and then kisses Walker on the mouth. A very intense kiss but it makes you feel even more angry. You will kill Walker for this.
"Let's go." Is all Walker says once he finishes kissing Natasha. Son of a bitch. He doesn't even look you in the face. Before leaving, Natasha slaps you in the face and laughs. Her laugh is as hideous as she is. You however fell to the ground, staying close to Tangerine. And then all you could think was that your husband was unconscious on the floor. Screw Walker. What if this shit causes Tangerine to die?
Then you roll on the floor closer to Tangerine and place your head under his chest. You don't feel anything, so you start using your strength to revive him. Bringing his cuffed hands together under his chest and doing what he can to save Tangerine. Some tears fall from of your face. You don't want to miss Tangerine. You love him. You almost can't bear the thought of never hearing his nonsense again. And it's when you're lost in your thoughts, that Tangerine regains consciousness and holds your hand while letting out a long sigh.
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To Begin Again
THREE
Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.
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One week since your arrival at Hogwarts has passed faster than you imagined. During this time, you discovered some things: single teachers tend to live in a building exclusive to Hogwarts, with one floor designated for each pair of teachers. Each floor is divided into two large rooms on the right and two on the left. These rooms, almost like suites, have a shared entrance between the two rooms leading to a bathroom. Meals are taken at the same time as the students but in a specific staff wing.
Before your arrival, there was a draw to determine who would share the floor and bathroom with you. To your "luck" (with irony), your floor mate is none other than Sirius Black. On the same floor as you, there are also Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange. Other married teachers or staff members of Hogwarts live in houses or mansions in the nearest village to Hogwarts. Students spend most of the school year residing at Hogwarts, being released only on festive dates and weekends if they want to spend time with their families. Not all families reside near Hogwarts or in London, so many students spend the year at Hogwarts. Harry Potter's parents, Lily and James, work at the school and live in the village. Therefore, Harry spends weekends with them. Draco Malfoy isn't as lucky. Lucius Malfoy, from what you've been told, prefers a luxurious life as CEO of a conglomerate over coming to London to visit his son. He apparently has a house in the village where he sends Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, when he's tired of marital life. She seems to be Draco's parental support. According to Remus, Narcissa volunteers frequently to help with school matters. Lucius Malfoy is a major donor of money to assist with the school's financial issues. Hermione Granger's parents are also known to make generous donations to Hogwarts, but as they are not wealthy, this means they spend more time working than being able to care for her. Therefore, she only visits them on festive dates. They apparently live in London, so it's a long train journey to get there. Just thinking about the poor girl spending much of her holidays on a train for hours makes you feel a bit exhausted. Ron Weasley is the son of two Hogwarts employees. Molly Weasley works in the school's administration, while Arthur Weasley works as a librarian. They live in a large house in the village, from what you've heard. 
And those were some of the pieces of information you managed to gather during this week. McGonagall assigned you to assist two teachers in their classes on your only day off, which happens to be today. Something tells you she might not have liked you much, but perhaps she just wants you to integrate into the team. And once again, by irony of fate, you will be assisting precisely the teachers you already know: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. A curious fact is that you couldn't find out the reason why Lupin has a separate room from all the other teachers and it's so close to the school entrance.
"Excuse me, professor. May I come in to assist you on this fine morning?" You say as you enter Remus Lupin's classroom. His class takes place in an auditorium. Your voice echoes throughout the entire auditorium, and you feel embarrassed.
"Of course, please come in." Lupin replies, smiling warmly as he gestures for you to enter the classroom. The students look at you curiously, especially those who are not already your fans, like Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. You must have been the first one to, instead of fueling their rivalry, bring them together.
"Today, my dear actors, we will be doing some exercises that will prepare you for any theater play. Our first exercise and main lesson is improvisation. Professor Y/L/N and I will demonstrate it for you, and then you will practice with each other." Lupin says, gesturing for you to step onto the stage. As the students step down from the auditorium stage and take their seats as if they were spectators, you climb up, feeling uncertain if you are the best person to assist Lupin.
"Professor, who will tell you what to improvise?" Hermione Granger asks, all smart and eager. The smile she opens for being the first to ask is encouraging. You notice out of the corner of your eye Draco Malfoy sticking his tongue out towards Hermione. Harry looks at him and makes a gesture as if he's going to attack.
"I think it could be Mr. Potter. He seems eager to help us. Don't you think so, Remus?" You say, trying to attract the attention of the three students and observing them focus their attention on you. And then, when Malfoy was about to laugh at Potter, you put two fingers pointed at your eyes and then pointed them at Malfoy, as if to say, "I've got my eye on you."
"Indeed. Potter will tell us where the improvisation takes place, Granger will tell us who we are to each other, and Malfoy will tell us what we're doing. Learn that a good improvisation requires the factors: Where, Who, and What. Now let's see what my future actors have for this improvisation." Lupin seems to have noticed the same thing as you. In the end, it seems like you two make a good teaching duo.
"You're in a pub." Potter says quickly. It seems like he already had that answer ready to go. You and Remus exchange a glance and almost laugh, thinking that you'll probably have to pretend to be drunk. And the worst part, in front of the students.
"You guys are friends who have feelings for each other." Granger says after thinking for a moment. Something tells you she wants to see some good drama unfold.
"And you guys are arguing. About these feelings that Granger made up." Malfoy finishes the plot of the performance you and Lupin will have to do. You feel nervous. It's strange to do this kind of thing with someone you've known for a short time.
"You always act like this when we go out drinking. Flirting with anyone without remembering that we're together." Lupin starts the scene, giving you a slight wink while trying to pretend to be drunk and annoyed.
"That's rich coming from you. You're always out and about with a different person, like some big Casanova. Just to be clear, in a friendship, you have permission to flirt with other people." You act, portraying a sense of indignation.
"Our... our moments together should be just ours. But of course, you don't understand, how could you? You only think of yourself." Lupin says, and it's so funny the way he says it that you laugh, breaking character, but you quickly try to recover and finish the performance.
"You're mistaken, you stubborn man. I think of you. Night and day, all the time if it matters." You say, being overly dramatic, but it seems like the students and Lupin found it amusing. Your finger is pointed at the middle of Lupin's chest as if accusing him.
"Know that I think of you too. More than necessary, more than anyone would like to admit." Lupin says, holding your finger and looking deeply into your eyes. It's almost enchanting to gaze into his eyes. You both lean in closer, without breaking eye contact. Until you hear a noise like two bodies hitting the ground and immediately look down. Malfoy and Potter are fighting clumsily. You and Lupin rush down to intervene, with you holding onto Malfoy, who was pulling Potter's hair this time, and Lupin, who takes the task of lifting Potter off the ground and holding him back. No real harm came to either of them. After a stern talking-to from Lupin, both of them apologized, even Malfoy. It might have been the fear of facing McGonagall or missing the rest of the week's classes, or perhaps the prospect of their parents having to come in. You're not entirely sure what brought about the reconciliation, but it worked.
"Everyone else is dismissed. Except for Malfoy and Potter. As punishment, you'll accompany Professor Y/L/N to her next class as assistants and participate in the lesson. I'll inform the teacher of your scheduled class that you'll be otherwise occupied. When Professor Y/L/N authorizes it, you'll be released from punishment." Remus says, and you look at him in confusion. Is the punishment for them or for you?
"But Professor..." Draco and Harry speak in unison, looking at each other in surprise. You and Lupin laugh, and then you gently touch their shoulders. Then you point to the exit of the auditorium.
"Follow me, boys. Professor Black must be waiting for us." You say, leading them out. Before leaving, you wave gently to Remus, who waves back. The moments of improvisation between you are playing in your head like a movie trailer. The three of you take a long route, with Malfoy and Potter arguing about who is to blame for their punishment and which way to go. It feels like an eternity until you arrive at the hall where Sirius's class takes place.
"Got lost on the way and needed the help of two troublemakers to get to me, Y/N?" Sirius asks, looking at you with a hint of mockery. You take a deep breath because you know you can't curse him. At least not right now.
"No, Black. The two troublemakers are accompanying me as punishment, and I came to assist you in the dance class. I never imagined you'd teach this kind of class." You say, teasing Sirius, who continues with a charming crooked smile on his face.
"So, I have to inform you both that you'll be partners. We're practicing ballroom dancing today, which gives me the unique opportunity to teach this class with a partner. I'm sure Harry and Draco will manage each other just fine. In fact, I'll let you decide who will lead and who will follow." Sirius says, turning on the music for you to dance and extending his hand towards you. You smile, realizing it might be easier to handle the Potter/Malfoy rivalry than you thought.
"You handle them well. Better than I imagined. At least you know how to do that." You say as you feel Sirius' hand firmly hold your waist and guide you. One, two, three, one, two, three. You're being led by him across the dance floor, reaching certain realizations you'd rather not admit. The main one being that you're attracted to Sirius Black. The second major realization is that he's an excellent teacher.
"I know how to do many things well. I hope I can show you all of them someday. But it's easy to get them to focus in class when your lesson requires meticulous concentration. Not to mention, the music and the steps help scatter conversations." Sirius says with a playful tone, leading you through the dance with confidence.
"I find you handsome, and it makes me uncomfortable." Slips out of your mouth accidentally, and you silently thank the gods that apparently no one else heard you. Well, no one else except the idiot in front of you. 
"Let me see if I got this right. Are you uncomfortable because of my beauty or because you find me handsome?" Sirius teases, poking fun at you. You're not sure how to respond, pretending to observe the students. You actually check on Malfoy and Potter, and it seems that besides finding their rhythm, they found a bit of harmony. Malfoy even let Potter lead him in the dance.
"I think it's the second option. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't come here for this. I don't even know why I said that. Just pretend you didn't hear it." You deflect, stepping back a bit from Sirius. As soon as he senses your retreat, he twirls you around and steps closer to you.
"Go out with me. We can go to a bar nearby. If you want, I can invite Lupin. Maybe then you'll feel more comfortable talking about how you want..." Sirius starts to say, but you purposefully step on his foot.
"Watch what you say. The next place I hit won't be your feet." You try to sound threatening, but it doesn't seem to work. Sirius bites his lip and pulls your body close to his, making a strangely sexy dance move.
"I'm looking forward to our date tonight." Sirius says to you, then stops the dance. "Students, congratulations, you managed to concentrate enough for no one to get hurt in this class. Special congratulations to you, Potter." Sirius says, looking in the direction of Malfoy and Potter.
"And congratulations to you too, Malfoy. You two are excused from accompanying me. But no fights on the way out." You say, looking at the two of them, who nod almost in unison and quickly leave the class with the other students. 
"How will we handle the bathroom schedule  of the bathroom that we share, since we're going out together tonight?" You ask as you feel Sirius getting close behind you. You hear his muffled laughter near your ear and shiver all over.
"Not to be obvious, but I think we're grown-ups. We can use the same bathroom without any major issues." Sirius says, trying to sound charming, and you look at him seriously. Then you lightly slap his arm and leave the hall. After all, now you have a date, not only with one, but with two men. If that can be considered a date, after all.
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DANGEROUS
CHAPTER SIX
Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.
Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. In this chapter, we'll have a new character named Natasha, imagine her as the actress Ana de Armas.
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Tangerine's risky plan is to pretend to turn you and Walker in to track down his brother. It seems like the perfect plan for everything to go wrong but you're in no position to have an opinion.
"If we are your hostages, do we really need to dress up? This dress seems like a big exaggeration to me." You say, swinging the tails of the beautiful dress you're wearing. A beautiful black dress with gold details that makes you look like royalty.
"You look beautiful. If we need to escape, it's better to join the crowd. The crowd will be dressed that way. You have to fit in and not stand out. I don't know why there are so many complaints. Your boyfriend is upstairs getting ready without complaining about anything.” Tangerine speaks to you with a smile on the face of someone who is happy to bother you. He's shirtless, arranging his weapons so we don't get caught off guard.
"It's easy for you to say. Or for him. You're in suits. I'm in a damn Met Gala dress. How am I supposed to move or attack someone wearing this shit?" You punctuates almost altering his voice. Tangerine, who is arranging a gun on her waist, approaches you, almost sticking to you and shows you a part of the dress's seam that allows you to take the syrup off the dress.
"I suggest that some people here focus more on the mission and less on their clothing. You said you need us both to pretend we've been captured. I think you better handcuff us both.” August Walker appears out of nowhere with his badass macho look. His hair is wet from the shower but he looks elegant. You just don't understand why it's thick. Until you note that his conversation with Tangerine was happening while he was shirtless.
"In that case, I think I'll agree with the idiot over there. You and Walker need to be smart. Any mistake and my contractor will disappear with my brother and kill the three of us." Tangerine speaks while fixing his social shirt. When he started to put on his tie, you noticed that he doesn't know how to do it properly.
"Let me fix it for you." You say going towards Tangerine and tying his tie for him. Your fingers lightly touched his neck and for a few seconds it was as if electricity passed between you. Tangerine's eyes were on you as you tied the knot. You even noticed him lightly biting his lip as he watched you. When you finished the knot and fixed the collar of your shirt, your eyes met. As if the tension between you couldn't get any greater.
"When we're done today..." Tangerine says, almost whispering in your ear.
"Yes." That's all you allow yourself to say. While it seems like the two of you are entering into a silent agreement.
"What if you're deceiving us?" August suddenly speaks as he brings the handcuffs to Tangerine. You and Tangerine exchange glances, and you feel a bit awkward. Walker seems not to care about having disrupted the atmosphere between you and Tangerine, and you know exactly why.
"You have my permission to kill me if I'm deceiving you. But remember that I could be doing all this without your cooperation. So I suggest you trust me. Or at least pretend to trust me. Especially you, big guy." Tangerine says, then winks in Walker's direction. You try to keep a straight face, but you can't help but shiver at the thought that you depend on the collaboration of these two to get out alive today.
"Let's go before you kill each other." You say looking softly at Walker who looks angry. Minutes later you were handcuffed and sitting next to Walker in the car Tangerine rented for the night. Entrance to the masquerade ball was smoother than you suspected. Nobody thought it was strange two people in handcuffs. Of course you and Walker are wearing masks but you can see that whoever looks at you is more interested in naughtiness than in taking off your handcuffs.
"My contractor sent a message telling me to meet him inside." Tangerine speaks and you look at Walker feeling like something bad is going to happen soon. You follow the direction Tangerine tells you to go, until you reach a room inside the building where the party is taking place.
"I thought you guys would take longer to arrive." Natasha speaks as she walks sensually towards the three of you. Natasha was one of the spies working for MI6 at the time that Hunt and Walker had their clash.
"And you are?" Tangerine asks, smiling, not really understanding why Natasha was approaching you.
"No one for you." Natasha says before hitting Tangerine in the head with the back of her gun. He fell to the floor unconscious and you get nervous.
"If you do that to her, it will be the last thing you do." August says keeping himself between you and Natasha. He's almost like your human shield.
"You can drop the act, Walker." Natasha says with an evil smile on her face. Soon after, she takes the key to the handcuffs from Walker's pants pocket. As if she knew where the key was.
"She's not part of this. You already have the man you wanted on the floor. Take his fingerprints and scan his face. I'll keep her behaved." Walker says and you feel repulsed by him. He betrayed you, manipulated you.
"What's your plan?" You scream as you regret not having the keys to the handcuffs.
"We needed Tangerine here. Let's just say it's important for him to be in the same place as Solomon Lane." Natasha responds. You feel the weight of Walker's betrayal even heavier on your shoulders. If Lane is here, that means Ethan Hunt knows what's going on. He will know that you didn't keep your end of the bargain. The deal you made with him to keep August Walker alive.
"You couldn't have been that stupid. You wouldn't do that." You say looking directly at Walker. His anger and revolt at the moment seem insignificant to August. It's like he didn't have any reaction.
"Some habits are hard to break, darling. But don't worry, your little boyfriend here is in good hands." Natasha speaks and then kisses Walker on the mouth. A very intense kiss but it makes you feel even more angry. You will kill Walker for this.
"Let's go." Is all Walker says once he finishes kissing Natasha. Son of a bitch. He doesn't even look you in the face. Before leaving, Natasha slaps you in the face and laughs. Her laugh is as hideous as she is. You however fell to the ground, staying close to Tangerine. And then all you could think was that your husband was unconscious on the floor. Screw Walker. What if this shit causes Tangerine to die?
Then you roll on the floor closer to Tangerine and place your head under his chest. You don't feel anything, so you start using your strength to revive him. Bringing his cuffed hands together under his chest and doing what he can to save Tangerine. Some tears fall from of your face. You don't want to miss Tangerine. You love him. You almost can't bear the thought of never hearing his nonsense again. And it's when you're lost in your thoughts, that Tangerine regains consciousness and holds your hand while letting out a long sigh.
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Forbidden Romance
Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.
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Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.
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Chapter Nine
You run through the plantations of Asgard, passing by the royal garden and the village as quickly as possible. You have to reach the meeting point with Prince Steve before he gives up on talking to you. You can even admit that your concern about a possible war between Kyrax and Asgard is the second main reason you want to find Steve. The first reason is that you miss him. His sweet scent, the way being with him made the world seem easier. He instilled confidence in you. Not to mention, he was the first man you slept with after falling in love with Thor. But you fear that he may not treat you as before now that you are officially married to the King of Asgard, who happens to be the man who attacked Steve.
"Does your husband know you came looking for me or have you two already started lying to each other?" Prince Steve sneakily comes out from behind a bush and comes towards you. He looks at you with a certain desire in his eyes, as if he wants to tease you. You two are right on the edge between Asgard and Kyrax. 
"Do you want to talk about my husband?" You ask in the most cynical tone. You look at Steve with some anger but the two of you only get closer and closer.
"Isn't that why you sent the message to me using Heimdall? To make me forget my anger at your husband?" Steve says touching his lips with his fingers. He looks a little angry. Which makes him more attractive than you'd like to admit.
"No. I called you here because I missed you. Why did you disappear, to remind you that it's not my fault for being married. But if you're mad about this situation take your anger out on me or Thor. Never in Asgard. " You say looking at Steve as if he was challenging you. Or you challenged him. 
"I see that you are assuming the role of queen with mastery. So tell me dear Queen of Asgard, how do I take my anger out on you?" Steve says touching your face and then caressing your cheeks.
"There are several ways to take out anger on someone. For example, there is a certain way to take out anger that involves you and me naked in a bed." You say trying to appeal to your more seductive side. 
"Such an act could cause your death, my Queen." Steve speaks just before getting very close as if he was going to kiss you, and you watch him attentively.
"All the more reason for us to do this. You will have your revenge on Thor and I will die in your arms. Almost poetic." You say taking another step towards Steve and finally kissing him. A kiss that feels like a storm, it's so intense and messy. There is no calm between you and Steve.
"As much as your kisses torment me and your body is my greatest source of desire, I can't deceive you. I can't let go of what happened. Thor disrespected me and you. Stole you from me. Unfortunately, his people will pay for his petulance." Steve says and you look away from him. His words, even though they make sense, irritate you deeply. Asgard will pay for something that has nothing to do with them.
"I hope you know what you are about to do. If you go to war with Asgard you will be going to war with me. We would be on opposite sides." You respond with some harshness, looking seriously at Steve.
"And what do you suggest I do? He has something that belongs to me with him. He attacked me and will he get away with it?" Steve changes as he answers you. It seems that his passionate side is in full swing. 
“Steve. Honey, forget about it for me. Don't take revenge or end the peace of two nations over something so small." You say, touching Steve's face and kissing him softly. 
"It pains me to have to say this but there will be war." Steve says, cutting off your kiss and you feel sick just thinking about what this means for the future of Asgard.
"If that's how you want it." You say, giving up trying to convince him. And then as you prepare to go back to the Asgardian palace, Steve pulls you by the waist and kisses you. Ardently.
"I won't let anything bad happen to you. You have my word." That's all Steve says as soon as you both pull away after the kiss. You wish you could trust his word. 
"Try not to die." You say looking deep into Steve's eyes and then heading towards the Kingdom of Asgard. You then go directly after your husband. Who is currently inside the King's chambers. You imagine that Thor is packing his things in the room that is now yours but used to be Odin's.
"How was the date with your lover?" Thor asks as if he already knew what you had done.
"Worse than you and I would like. He will start a war against Asgard soon and I fear he will have Stark's support. I hope my beloved husband is ready for battle." You tell Thor that you don't seem satisfied with the outcome of your conversation with Steve.
"I think it's time we show Kyrax why Asgard is such a feared nation." Is all Thor says as he looks at you. You even feel a little dizzy thinking about what a war will do with Asgard. 
To be continued...
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Rewrite The Stars
Chapter Twelve
Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.
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In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. Thank you to everyone who is following the fic.
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It's been over two months since the chaotic breakup with Pascal. You'd like to inform that you're better than ever. That the fact that the relationship was fake made everything end well. But you'd be deceiving yourself if you thought you were fine now. At least your life has changed. You moved to a slightly more comfortable area, given the fact that Pedro had to pay you compensation for ending the relationship alone. You found a job that doesn't involve pretending to date anyone. In fact, you went back to working at a restaurant. But it's a restaurant closer to where you currently live and it's cozier and more spirited than your old job. It's clear that you've been avoiding anything related to Pedro Pascal, including him. He tried to contact you a few times, but you feel it's necessary to avoid talking to him or seeing him, at least until you no longer feel romantically attracted to him. You're almost finishing your shift at the restaurant when you hear that an important person is coming to dine and that the staff should prepare a specific area for them. It sends shivers down your spine to remember that this is how everything with Pedro started. But it's almost impossible for him to come to your new workplace. Besides being far from his home, it's not a very famous establishment.
"Boss, do you need me for anything else?" You ask after helping the restaurant staff organize an area for the important person coming to dine. Your boss looks at you, seeming a bit nervous. It's probably someone truly significant coming.
"I just need you to make sure to serve our last customers of the night with kindness when they arrive. Once they're taken care of, you can head home assured that I'll personally greet them and close up the restaurant." Your boss speaks gently, and you feel relieved. Finally, you'll be heading home to take a long shower and binge-watch a series.
"I'll head to the front of the restaurant to wait for the customer." You say, grabbing your notepad to jot down orders. Shortly after, you find yourself at the restaurant's entrance. As soon as you reach the entrance, a strong gust of wind blows towards you. Your whole body shivers, and you feel as if it's an omen. You see a man approaching, but then you remember that the table is reserved for four people. As the man gets closer, you start to recognize him.
"What are you doing here?" You say as you approach the man, making sure your boss doesn't see, and then you hug him. You're surprised he came here, but at the same time, it comforts you. After all, it's not every day that an ex-boyfriend travels to see you. You almost feel like this is your mother's doing.
"Your mother was worried about you, and I had to close a deal with a supplier here. I think it was a beneficial situation for everyone. And don't worry, I'm staying at a hotel so I won't bother you." Enzo speaks in a playful tone. You look at him gratefully for coming. You don't think it's a bad idea to have a distraction right now, and Enzo is a great distraction.
"You won't bother me at all. Besides, there's space at home if you want to stop spending money on a hotel. I'll just have to escort you to a table or the bar because there's an important client coming." You speak, lightly holding Enzo's arm and guiding him to a table near other customers who were already enjoying their meals. Enzo ordered a burger and a beer. You quickly informed the restaurant manager but then returned to the front of the restaurant to wait for the distinguished clients to arrive. And just when you think your night couldn't get any more surprising, you see the clients arriving. And your fake ex-boyfriend is one of them.
"Good evening, tonight I'll be your waitress and responsible for making your night even more magical here at La Noche Bela. I hope you enjoy the service and our food made with the freshest organic produce in town. Follow me, there's a table waiting for you." You speak as sweetly and politely as you can manage. Pascal is accompanied by a woman, and Oscar Isaac and his wife, at least that's what you think. You serve them as politely as possible, managing to maintain your composure even though Pascal is among the customers. You give Enzo, who is seated in another area of the restaurant, as much attention as Pedro and Isaac. 
"How long are you going to avoid me?" Pedro asks when you're leaning against the area near the bathrooms. He must have come here purposefully to talk to you. You look at him, angry, but you know you can't make a scene or argue about your relationship in your workplace.
"You should return to your table and enjoy the delicious meal that awaits you. Along with the lovely company, of course." You're being fake because you know you're burning with jealousy inside.
"No company is more delightful than yours. I... miss you. Every day." Pedro speaks with his eyes almost sparkling, looking like a puppy that got left behind. You stare at him, definitely wanting to hug him but knowing you can't falter. 
"Would you like me to come to your film set and discuss how I've been going crazy since we stopped seeing each other?" You ask, being direct but in such a gentle tone that anyone seeing your conversation from afar might think you're just having a casual chat.
"It might be inappropriate, but at least I'd know how you feel. Look, bothering you at your workplace is the last thing I want, so just... give me a chance." Pedro Pascal speaks, and you feel a strong desire to kiss him. Because he seems so sincere and passionate. Which would be crazy. Because he couldn't be in love, right?
"Pascal, do yourself a favor. Give a chance to the woman who came with you. Maybe with her, you'll have something real. Something that makes you feel love. Now, I need to go." You speak, even though it hurts inside. The hardest part is convincing your heart that Pedro will find with that woman, or anyone else, something you wish he had with you.
"I want to feel that with you. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have grasped that yet, but know that if you do, you can find me. I'll be waiting for you." He speaks almost behind your ear, and you can feel his hand lightly touching yours. Feeling the urge to turn around and hold him, you keep moving forward. Heading to change before finally leaving. As you're leaving, you notice Enzo at the exit, waiting for you. You wonder if you should stay and wait for Pascal. Maybe tell Enzo to go back to his hotel. But you prefer to do what's most sensible now. Acting with your head and not your heart.
"Ready to head home, cowboy?" You ask, teasing Enzo with the old nickname he had when you were dating. He smiles charmingly and accompanies you. Not only did he come to visit you, but he also brought your car that you left at your mother's house.
"Let's go. I'll give you the chance to drop me off at the hotel and get your car back. But tomorrow, let's take a tour of your city. I need to see everything before I leave." Enzo says, guiding you to where he parked his car. You smile, hugging him and silently thanking him for being with you.
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To Begin Again
TWO
Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.
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You open your eyes, feeling a strange pain in your head but relief in your back. You're lying on a very soft bed. But you don't recognize the place; it seems to be someone else's room. There's more light in the room, fewer scattered books. The furniture looks expensive, all in a dark tone. You try to get up from the bed, but you end up staggering. Once again, your body is back on the bed. You think it might be best to go back to sleep until someone shows up. It's exactly at that moment that Sirius enters through the door. He carries a cup and is watching you almost without making any noise.
"How long are you going to keep watching me?" You ask while still lying in bed. Sirius laughs, and you feel relieved that you've broken what could have been an awkward moment between you.
"Is that how you're going to talk to the man who saved you from death twice? I thought you'd know how to be more grateful." Sirius responds as he leans his body against the desk in the room. You sit up in bed, after some effort, and stare at Sirius. He's wearing new, elegant, dark clothes.
"If you're expecting gratitude from me, you'll have to wait until I'm in a better mood. My head is a mess. Did you bring me here?" You wonder how you ended up in Sirius's room. Then you wonder where Remus is. Did you hallucinate meeting someone named Remus? And if he does exist, why did he leave you with Sirius?
"Remus and I. It was teamwork. We didn't want you to get hurt anymore. Before you ask, Remus and I are very close. When you're Lupin's problem, you're my problem too." Sirius then hands you the cup. There's what seems to be herbal tea inside, and you don't waste time asking whether you should drink it or not. You quickly ingest the tea, and almost instantly, you feel relief from the pain in your head.
"I'm grateful and offended at the same time. What do you mean, problem? I'm not a problem for either of you. In fact, I find it rather rude of you to refer to me as a problem." You say as soon as you finish the tea. Apparently, you managed to rise and stand up immediately after getting angry with Sirius. He seems to have a talent for irritating you.
"Hey, hey, hey princess. Relax. I didn't mean to offend you, but let's just say taking care of you was an inconvenience. Remus had to go teach, but today is my day off. A day away from the little ones." Sirius says, smiling slyly. You look into Sirius's eyes and wonder how he can be someone's teacher.
"You're a bit childish for a teacher. Not that I'm saying you're not qualified to teach, but..." you say, being suggestive. You notice he's no longer smiling, which is a pity. His smile is beautiful. As beautiful as he is.
"I'll forgive you for the attitude and offer to take you to the room where you should be going to teach. Right now." Sirius says, somewhat arrogantly, and pretending to be modest. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing.
"How? I just arrived, I can't just already have to teach, can I?" You had no idea that there would already be a class waiting for you. Things at Hogwarts seem to happen too quickly.
"McGonagall doesn't mess around. Apparently, you'll be substituting for my esteemed friend Lily Potter. Her health is fragile at the moment. But enough details. Let's go. The brats are eager to meet you." Sirius says, almost excitedly. Then he puts his hand out in front of you as if he wants you to take his hand. And you hold his hand, which is as cold as winter. But soft; very soft. And then he guides you, holding your hand with some firmness.
"Shouldn't I meet with this McGonagall or Dumbledore? Am I just going to arrive and start teaching?" You speak as you practically run through the corridors behind Sirius. He seems focused.
"McGonagall is busy dealing with a student who locked herself in the bathroom, and now everyone can hear her moans, and many students are nervous about it. As for Dumbledore, he's traveled to a meeting between some influential school directors in London. He won't be back for a few weeks. But trust me, you're in good hands." Sirius says, almost breathless as you're both almost running everywhere. Oh dear, how will you manage to teach after sprinting through almost the entire school at this speed?
"Tell me we've arrived. My feet can't handle climbing another staircase. At this rate, you'll have to carry me." You say, letting go of Sirius's hand for a moment and catching your breath.
"Nice way to flirt with me, but we've arrived. You're new here, they probably tried to intimidate you. I hope you survive. Take good care of my godson. See you later, Y/N." Sirius says quickly, with a playful smirk on his face, and then he disappears. How does he manage to be so fast?
Summoning courage, you enter the classroom. It's a room with an old-fashioned style, furniture made of the finest wood, and several students who look at you as if you've committed a crime.You compose yourself as you walk to the teacher's desk. It's a large desk, with a big book on top of it and a attendance list. You look at the class and notice that the boys who were fighting when you arrived are your students.
"So, students. I'm your substitute teacher. I'll be taking over this class until the previous teacher can return. I hope you'll receive me with the same respect that I'll give to you." You speak in a steady tone, neither too loud nor too soft.
"You hear that, Potter? Now you won't be privileged with high grades just for being the teacher's son. Finally, all of Hogwarts will discover what a loser you are." The boy, whom you believe to be called Draco, speaks almost across the room, addressing the dark-haired boy.
"You continue to delude yourself with your nonsense, Malfoy. If you put half as much effort into studying as you do into trying to belittle me, you'd probably be smarter." Potter speaks, and you just observe them with a serious expression.
"You know what? I think you two need to learn to put your energy into something other than taunts and senseless aggression. Malfoy and Potter, pair up and be the first to do today's class activity. For the other students, pair up as you prefer and start drawing. Today's task for everyone is to draw an animal that represents you as a pair. The best pair will earn extra credit. I suggest that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter showcase their skills if they truly want to measure intelligence." You walk around the room as you write the task on the board and listen to the students forming their pairs. Everyone except the two mortal enemies. Apparently, they really don't want to do this task together.
"Teacher, with all due respect, it's not possible for you to believe that Draco Malfoy and I will do well in this task." Potter says as he adjusts his glasses on his face. He speaks assertively, and you look at him, trying to decide what to respond to him.
"Even though Potter is a fool, he's right. Not to mention that you've just arrived here and are already treating the two of us differently. It's not fair that the others can choose their partners and we have to stay together." Draco speaks, all full of himself, as if he's making a beautiful defense of why he's being unjustly treated. You chuckle lightly.
"I'll be clearer. You're going to work together, you're going to do a good job, and all of this in harmony. Otherwise, neither of you will receive a grade. Now, save all that energy for the beautiful drawing you're going to make. I'll be sitting at my desk waiting to evaluate you and all the other obedient classmates you have." You say, sitting in the comfortable chair designated for the teacher and opening the book on the desk. Malfoy and Potter must have realized that you wouldn't change your mind and decided to pair up. You took attendance, finally discovering that Potter's name is Harry, that the smart girl who draws beautifully is Hermione Granger, and that the boy she's paired with, who spends most of his time distracting her, is named Ron Weasley. Time passes quickly, and soon you're collecting the class's drawings to evaluate later. Draco and Harry did a great job together, but that didn't stop Malfoy from threatening to call his father to the school if you forced him to be near Potter.
"How was your first day?" Remus asks as soon as all your students leave the room for recess, and you stay behind to organize some things.
"A madness. Seriously, I thought my night was a mess, but waking up in Sirius's room in the early afternoon and then coming to teach was insane. Not to mention that the students I separated from a fight this morning are my students. And I think both of them will end up hating me by the end of my time here. And I lost my suitcase. But don't let me overwhelm your ears with my nonsense." You say, feeling lighter when you finish speaking, as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Remus seems somewhat enchanted by your moment of venting. Or maybe his eyes always look too friendly? The smile is charming too.
"I can try to solve some of your problems. Harry is like a nephew to me, not to mention he's Sirius's godson. I can talk to him about this situation with Malfoy. As for your suitcase, it might be with me. I was walking through the forest a little before I found you in my room, and I saw this strange suitcase there. It was dirty with blood, so I preferred to clean it first, but I can take you to the suitcase. And then, of course, you can have a coffee with me." Remus says in a very sweet way, which leaves you a bit enchanted. For some reason, you feel that being near him is refreshing or comforting, something like that. You can't quite explain it yourself. You feel the impulse to hug him, which is quite strange. But you manage to control yourself.
"I can't refuse an invitation like that, especially when you offer me a solution not only to one but to two of my problems. Lead the way to the cafeteria because I'm dying for a cappuccino." You say, walking with Remus, who is walking quite calmly. Then you go together to the cafeteria, and you feel like you might enjoy your time at Hogwarts, even if it's short-lived.
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Sweet Love (+18)
Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.
Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and adult content. This chapter has adult content. Minors should not interact with this chapter.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Your writing has improved a lot. Your characters are getting more and more fiery. Dean has been showing up every night when Sam falls asleep. Between caresses and erotic lessons, you are progressing. But this hiding thing, and the fact that you haven't had sex with him yet, is driving you crazy. Mainly because you didn't want to feel like sleeping with him.
"We'll have to be faster today. Sam is suspicious of both of us." Dean says as soon as he enters your sister's apartment.
"Are you so afraid of what Sam will think if he finds out that you and I are..." You start to speak but are interrupted by Dean's lips, which touch yours forming a kiss. A long kiss, even, but soft. Without the desperation of lust or the rush due to lack of time.
"That you and I have an agreement that allows me to kiss you without thinking too much about the feelings involved? Yes, I'm afraid. I like things the way they are." Dean completes what you were saying. You look at it and feel like there's something wrong with Dean.
"What are you hiding from me?" You question looking Dean in the eyes. He smiles slightly as if you had discovered a secret of his.
"Castiel got in touch. Apparently he wants me to go to his wedding. With a man I don't even know." Dean looks uncomfortable. You don't really know what to say to him.
"And do you intend to go?" You ask, letting your curiosity speak stronger.
"What do you think?" Dean asks and you notice that he doesn't want to answer so he's trying to get you to take responsibility for translating his feelings.
"I think you're scared. Your great love is about to marry someone else. And you're scared because you still must have feelings for him." You respond by gently stroking Dean's head as if to give him some comfort.
"That's not why I came here." Dean says coming towards him, kissing you. That's when his hands hold your waist and place you on the kitchen counter.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Today?" You say breaking the kiss. Obviously Winchester has a goal. But is he using you to forget Castiel?
"I thought that's what we're here for. Or do you prefer to talk about feelings?" Dean is definitely bothered. Despite his response, you are still very close to each other physically.
"Dean, avoiding talking about something doesn't make it go away. But if you want to have sex to forget your ex, you should look elsewhere." You say, moving Dean's body away from you. He looks regretful and then his gaze rests on you.
"Yes, I am upset. It's stupid to want to pretend that I don't care but it's also stupid to focus on the subject. I would like to enjoy this moment with you. Is there something wrong with that?" Dean says, approaching you and lightly holding your thighs. You look at him seriously.
"Nothing's wrong with that." You say, still a little sullen, and then you feel Dean kiss your neck. His kisses make a trail to your lips. When your lips touch, you feel like deepening the kiss. Your hands start taking off his clothes. He almost hikes up your skirt to remove your panties with his fingers. His fingers lightly press your pussy, which makes you mutter some bad words. And then he slides your panties away from your body. Without saying a word to each other, you and him continue kissing. His fingers lightly touching the entrance to your pussy, which by the way is wet.
"Are you going to regret this?" Dean asks as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him. You then cross your legs even tighter around his waist and position him at the entrance to your pussy.
"Not for a second." You respond by moving your body to help Dean enter you. You need it. Now.
"Kitten." Dean says pointing down and you notice he's pointing at the condom in his hand. You shake your head, understanding that you need a little patience and watch him put the condom on his cock. A few seconds later Dean was practically buried inside you. So deep and strong that you couldn't control your moans. You scratch his chest as he kisses every part of you he can. You feel your ass slip more and more as the movements increase. Dean seems to want to help you with your balance so he practically picks you up so you can just focus on what you two are doing. You then kiss Dean as your bodies try to get in tune. But you two are a mess. A delicious mess. But a mess. After about three more thrusts, Dean began to stimulate your pussy to help you cum. He was then thrusting into you and massaging your pussy with his fingers. A few minutes later you and him came practically together. You almost melted into Winchester's arms.
"I think I can finish the book now." You whisper close to Dean's ear and he kisses you.
"It's always good to be useful." He speaks and you laugh. Then you kiss one last time. Then Dean quickly left your sister's apartment so he could go to his apartment without Sam noticing. And you decide to take a quick shower and then sleep. While your mind can't believe you actually fucked Dean Winchester.
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evan 'buck' buckley with his diaz boys through the years "I'm the guy that always wants to fix everything."
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I'm always gonna fight to come home to my family (x)
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FELLINGS — EXO KAI
CHAPTER THREE (+18)
Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.
Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario. This chapter has scenes for adults, minors should not interact.
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Nearly two weeks later, you and Kai barely talk. It would be a lie to say it's been easy. God, this idiot was more a part of your life than you realized. But this whole situation has been awful. Especially because every day he tries to convince you not to quit the job, not to give up on him. Every day your desk with a bouquet of flowers and a note asking you to reconsider. One of the perks of being Kim Jongin's secretary was that you knew exactly where he would be. Which means avoiding him was easy. And your notice period is almost over anyway, so now it's just a matter of enduring a little longer. Even though it's your last week of work, you're still one of the last ones to leave the building. Like today. Kim Jongin spent the day in meetings outside the company, so you had to handle several things. And now you're standing in front of the elevator, waiting to go home. Until the elevator doors open, and you come face to face with him. Your boss and ex-best friend, the one who recently discovered your involuntary crush on him.
"I think I'll take the stairs." You say, stepping away from the elevator door, but Jongin grabs your arm, and you look at him.
"Can we talk?" Jongin asks, and before you know it, you're already inside the damn elevator. You glare at Jongin angrily, frustrated that you can't avoid him anymore.
"You never struck me as the type of guy who doesn't understand signals. Me avoiding you and not responding to your ridiculous notes accompanied by flowers worth more than my entire salary wasn't enough?" You reply angrily, watching the floors pass by and avoiding looking at Jongin in every way possible.
"And you never struck me as such a passionate person. I mean, you throw at me the fact that you love me and that what Luna and I are doing is stupid, and you don't even give me a chance to try something different." Jongin responds, trying to approach you. You know he wants you to look at him.
"Since I'm basically already fired, I'll tell you something. You think everyone has to give you a chance because you're handsome and rich, but that's not how the world works. You got me into a ridiculous situation, and now you must be feeling guilty. But that changes nothing. The best thing we can do is to get out of each other's lives." You basically overflow with relief after finishing saying everything you think. To the point that you look at Jongin to see his reaction. He seems a bit surprised, and then, as you both lock eyes, the elevator experiences a mechanical failure. The lights go out, and you hear a loud noise.
"Are you okay?" Jongin asks immediately as you stare into the darkness inside the elevator. Before you can respond, the lights inside the elevator come on.
"I'm okay, but you have a cut on your head. Are you feeling alright?" You ask, touching near the small cut on Jongin's head. He mutters a curse when you touch him, and you feel sorry for him.
"Couldn't be better. You're looking at me again." Jongin says, smiling mischievously. You glare at him, disapproving of what he said. What if he's got more than just a cut on his head?
"I'll try to call for emergency assistance. Make sure you don't do anything risky while I make the call." You say, knowing he likes to play the hero sometimes. Unfortunately for both of you, your phone signal isn't working. It's as if fate wants you two to be stuck together. You look at Jongin and mention that he's observing you. He also tries to call for emergency assistance but without success. However, he seems more resigned to the situation than you are.
"I guess this time, you won't be able to escape spending some time with me, sweetheart." Jongin says, taking off his jacket and adjusting his turtleneck shirt in the most sensual way he can. You shake your head, trying to shake off these thoughts.
"And why does it seem like I'm the only one not wanting this to happen? You should be trying your hardest to get out of here, Kim Jongin." You say seriously, settling down beside Jongin, who is leaning against the elevator.
"Maybe it's because for the past two weeks, all I wanted was to be alone with you. And in a rather radical way, that's what's happening." Jongin says, looking at you. You feel embarrassed and shy away from his gaze.
"Why did you want that so badly?" You ask, smiling slightly. Perhaps now you're compelled to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Jongin.
"You told me you loved me. And then, without giving me time to process that, you started pulling away from my life. I spent years seeing you every day. I missed you. Damn it, I even missed your scent. The truth is, being without you is driving me crazy." Jongin says, looking you in the eyes, as if he wants you to see the truth. To see that he's being sincere.
"Kim Jongin, you only miss me because I make your life easier. It's not quite genuine longing." You respond, trying not to feel too affected by what he said. But it does affect you; he manages to ignite a very powerful feeling within you with just a few words.
"That's our biggest problem here. You don't believe me. But you know what, screw it. I love you. Not in the way you love me, but I do. And you matter to me, whether you like it or not." Kai says as he watches you. You're speechless, just looking at him and him looking back at you. Until your eyes land on Kai's lips, and you feel like if you don't do something now, you'll explode. So you push Kai against the elevator and kiss him. An uncontrollable kiss. You didn't even know you could kiss someone with such intensity. The intensity becomes so great that you have to lean on the elevator to keep your balance. Kim Jongin holds you, lifting you up and making you tie your legs to the around him. The kiss doesn't stop, it's almost as if you're thirsty for each other. You lift his shirt and seconds later he's shirtless. He then pulls down your panties. There's a lot of rush, so you barely notice when Kai puts a condom on his dick. But seconds later, he slowly approaches you with his pants open and inserts his dick into you. You let out a drawn out moan as you feel him slowly thrust into you. You nibble on his neck, bringing him closer to you. You're horny so you start to help Jongin with the movements, getting up and down on his lap. He holds the hem of your dress up and presses your ass with his hands. You kiss him again. And again. His lips taste like chocolate. A few more thrusts and you cum. Almost in sync. He gives you a kiss on the mouth as if to end it. You look at him noticing that you guys actually had sex. Before any of you could say anything, like magic, the elevator started working again.
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MASTERLISTS
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CONRAD FISHER MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
PEDRO PASCAL MASTERLIST — ON GOING
BTS MASTERLIST — COMPLETE, ON GOING
AUGUST WALKER MASTERLIST — ON GOING
TANGERINE MASTERLIST — ON GOING
KAI — KIM JONGIN (EXO) MASTERLIST — ON GOING
THOR MASTERLIST — ON GOING
BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST — ON GOING
HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST — ON GOING
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It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫
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Harry Potter Masterlist
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