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theoreticslut · 3 years

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pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this.

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You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks...and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

Once you started at hogwarts, however, your crush on the two faded as they weren’t around as much and you were surrounded by other guys. Not that that really mattered any because you found yourself starting to crush on Fred and George more and more.

You knew it was weird since you literally grew up alongside them and they were your best friends, but you couldn’t help it. Even though the two of them could be a menace, they did know how to be really sweet. They had consoled you many a time from scraping your knee to losing your longtime family pet, even to when you had had a falling out with a friend.

You suppose that’s part of the reason you had fallen for them; since you grew up with them, you knew all these different sides they had that others didn’t necessarily get to see.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to have you stay here with us again.” Molly smiles at you in greeting as you, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny walk through the door after yet another school year.

You, Fred, and George had just finished up your sixth year and were excited that you were so close to graduating.

“Thank you for letting me stay again. I swear I’m not trying to permanently move in.” You smile, earning a chuckle from her as Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles a sarcastic ‘sure’ to which you slap his bicep for.

“Don’t worry about it, dear.” She chuckles. “You’ve been a surrogate daughter to me for years. It’s almost wrong to not have you here.”

You smile, loving that you’re essentially a part of the family. Don’t get it wrong, you love your parents just as much and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but something about being a weasley just sat perfectly with you.

~.~

You frown as you make your way down the stairs. You’re not really sure where everyone was. You’ve been hiding away in ginny’s room with a fan trying to stay cool while you read a book you bought in hogsmeade you just hadn’t had the time to read yet.

It’s surprisingly quiet, which is why you become so curious. It’s almost always full of noise in here.

Even though it confuses you, you decide to ignore the itch you have to figure out why and instead find yourself something to eat as your stomach is growling something fierce.

You make it down to the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge, looking around to see what there is. Just as your about to pull stuff out, you hear someone call you’re name from behind, startling you.

“Ah, sorry, y/n.” the same person chuckles as you turn around.

If you had been annoyed before, it all left your body when you saw who it was that had scared you.

“Charlie! What are you doing here? It’s been ages!” You ask, running up to give him a hug.

After he graduated, he decided he wanted to study and work with dragons and moved out to Romania to do so. That was nearly four years ago now, and you’d barely heard anything from him since.

“Nice to see you too, kiddo. How have you been?” He chuckles, hugging you back.

He doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for you. He remembers always wanting to take care of you when you were real little, granted he was real young then too, but something about you fascinated him. Maybe it was because you weren’t a boy.

Either way, he took care of you a lot when you were both real young. He got to watch you grow up, seeing you as a cute and innocent toddler to a carefree child.

He loved how you were wild enough to keep up with his twin brothers, yet were so soft and laidback as well.

He ended up having a bit of a crush on you. But he never acted on it as he was about five years older, and didn’t want anyone to think he was a pervert or anything. It’s not like it would matter, you two had grown up together, but you were both young and people don’t always like an age gap in young couples.

“I’ve been really good, Charlie. I was chosen as one of Gryffindor’s prefects this year! Not to mention I’ve done really well on all my tests.”

“That’s amazing, kiddo. I always knew you would do good. I hope you’ve been able to keep Fred and George in line?”

“Well, sort of...” you trail off. You didn’t really want to tell him how being a prefect gave you the ability to help Fred and George sneak around even better to set up their pranks.

“You’ve been helping them out with their pranks, haven’t you? I remember how much you three would get in trouble for them when you were younger.”

“We only got in trouble because Percy would rat us out.” You argue to which Charlie chuckles. He does remember how feisty you were at times.

You sigh as you take in his features. He was the same Charlie you had always known, but he was so much more mature now. His muscles were even more defined since his days of quidditch from working with dragons day after day.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that had started fluttering in your stomach as your heart started racing. You thought you were over your crush on him, but seeing him now resurfaces all your old feelings, only tenfold as you’re now with raging hormones.

“I see you’re still as feisty as ever, kiddo. Glad to know you haven’t changed that much since I’ve been gone.”

“If I’m ever not feisty, somethings wrong.” You chuckle, getting him to smile as he looks over you.

He has to admit just how well you’ve matured. Your y/h/c hair fell smoothly against your shoulders, not much longer than that. Your locks only highlighted your soft face, framing your features perfectly.

Same as you, he can’t help but feel his childhood crush on you reappear.

“You know, you never did answer what you were doing here? Does molly or any of your siblings know you’re here?” You ask after a moment of you two admiring each other.

“No, she doesn’t. Nor do they. I was hoping to surprise them with my visit, but none of them seem to be here. Honestly, I was more than surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to see you. I don’t know where anyone else is, but I’m glad I got to see you first.”

“Same here, pumpkin. I didn’t expect to see you at all, but I’m glad I am. It’s been real nice seeing you before anyone else, especially since I don’t think I’ll have much time away from them whenever they do come home.”

You smile, looking up at the man you’ve been crushing on for years. He’ll never know what his words do to you.

“Y/n, kiddo. Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

“Of course.”

“This might be crazy and I know it’s probably a bit weird, but I used to have such a crush on you.” He confesses, smiling at you as you watch him.

“Yeah? Well, I used to have such a crush on you too, Charlie.” You blush.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he mulls over his next action.

“Used to? Or still do, kiddo?”

“Still do...” you mumble, your cheeks a furious shade of red now as you admit to liking him.

You’re not really sure where your confidence came from. Sure you’ve always been comfortable talking to him about anything, but this was unchartered territory.

“Good.” He smiles, kissing you before leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“Because I do too.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, not giving you any warning.

“Charlie.” You gasp, as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging.

He moans, pulling you even closer as he sucks on your earlobe, drawing a whiny moan from you.

“What do you say to taking this up to my room? We can have a bit of fun before everyone gets back?”

“O-okay.” You agree, melting against his body.

You’ve never been kissed before, let alone touched like this. Your body was going crazy with all the sensations and you weren’t sure what to do.

Charlie leads you up to his old room, that had been left pretty much the same. He closes the door, placing a locking spell on it even though no one should question why his door is closed. Molly keeps it shut anyways.

“Have you ever done anything, kiddo?” He asks, laying you down on his bed as he hovers over top of you.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him for any sort of reaction.

He smiles warmly at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires you. He would love to be the one to take your virginity, but only if you’d like him to.

“Are you okay with all of this?”

You nod, moaning lightly as you clench your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to stop at all. No, you much rather he do something to help this sensation you’re having.

“No.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he feels down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I hope you know that.”

“Charlie, please do something. I-I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. You’ve never felt so needy before and you need something to happen.

Charlie chuckles lightly above you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Are you feeling a bit needy, pumpkin? Need me to take care of you?”

You whimper, nodding at his words as he smirks.

You close your eyes as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering to you, “let me know if you want to stop, okay? I want you to feel comfortable.”

You nod, moaning as he starts to undress you, feeling your body up and down.

“So pretty, pumpkin. You’re so so pretty.”

Slowly you feel him drag his hands over your breasts, gently massaging them in his palms before trailing his hands down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart so he can see your pretty sex.

“Charlie.” You groan as he trails his fingers around your inner thighs, placing kisses at the tops of them but not touching where you need him to.

“Patience, kiddo. We gotta make sure you’re warmed up enough. I don’t want to hurt you any.”

You nod, tossing your head back as he tauntingly trails his fingers closer.

You become lost in the bliss of everything, not being able to separate his hot kisses from when he starts rubbing your clit before sliding two fingers into you.

No, you’re too far gone in the bliss to even realize he’s ready to slide himself into you until his head is pressing against you, ready to be enveloped within your soft walls.

“You okay, pumpkin?”

You nod, a few tears falling out as he begins sliding himself inside you, intertwining your fingers with his as he holds your one hand near you head, the other gripping at the sheets while his is planted on your hips to hold you still.

“Feel so good, pumpkin. You’re taking me so well.” Charlie praises, slowly pushing his way inside you.

“Oh, Charlie. Fuck.” You groan, squeezing the hand that’s intertwined with yours.

“It’s alright, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches and I’m inside you, yeah? Can you handle that?”

You nod, moaning as he pushes further into. You never would have expected him to be so well-endowed. It felt heavenly, but bloody hell.

He hisses when he finally fills you completely with his dick. He’s had sex before, but nothing has ever compared to this. He swears there’s nothing that could top the feeling of filling his childhood crush with his cock.

“Charlie. Oh Merlin, please move.” You whine, your walls finally stretching enough for the pain to dissipate.

The next few minutes go by way too fast. One second, Charlie’s thrusting into you making you feel the best you ever have, and the next you’re coming all over him as he does the same in the condom he’s wearing, his dick still buried inside you.

You sigh as you come down from the high, not quite believing that just happened, but wanting to do it all over again.

~.~

You groan, frustrated at the feeling you’ve been dealing with for the last few days. Charlie only stayed for a week, and as he said, he had been swept up by his siblings wanting to spend time with him before he left again.

Since you two slept together, you’ve been finding yourself getting turned on and needing release more and more.

Charlie had been kind enough, or needy enough depending on how you want to look at it, to please you a few more times during his stay. Each time was absolutely amazing and you wanted so much more, but you knew he would be leaving again while you were stuck here.

Charlie has been gone for nearly three weeks now and yet you still find yourself getting turned on and needing release. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that, not unless you want to risk completely embarrassing yourself.

Bill had come home for a visit and he’s been here a few days now. You wanted to blame him for getting turned on, but you knew it wasn’t anything but your own thoughts doing it to you.

Same as with Charlie, the moment you saw Bill, all your old feelings arose and hit you tenfold.

Unfortunately, no “promising situations” arose where Bill might confess that he’s had feelings for you all along as well.

“You look grumpy, kid.” He points out as you come into the kitchen.

“I am a bit.” You frown, making your way over to the fridge. Again, you had been so preoccupied that you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until your stomach was yelling at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

“I’m really hungry and just kinda tired.” You half-lie. Sure you were hungry and tired, but that’s not really what was making you so grumpy.

“Really? I would’ve pegged it on something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, too irritated to really care what he thought anyway.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on and haven’t done anything about it yet.” He states, not shy about it in the slightest.

“Excuse me?!” You blubber, choking on your own saliva at his answer. You never expected him to say that, especially to you.

Bill was always the mature, proper one out of all the boys. You two were close, but never in a million years would you have expected him to say something like that.

“Y/n, kid. I’ve been through puberty myself. I know what it’s like to be sexually frustrated.”

You whimper, not meaning to in the slightest, but it’s out before you can stop it.

“Is that the case, beautiful?”

You nod, blushing furiously. You don’t like to admit how needy you are, but here you are anyway.

“Would you like some help to feel better?”

You look up at Bill with such a needy expression on your face. Your eyes are wide and your lips are pouted. You don’t want anything more than to have him help you out, but the thought embarrasses you.

“Is that a yes, love?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek as he watches you. He’s always thought you were attractive but for merlins sake the sight of you all horny was a bloody masterpiece.

You nod, watching as he smiles at you, grabbing at your hand and tugging you along behind him.

He leads you up to his bedroom where he kisses you, pulling you flush to his body. Even though you’re younger than him by a number of years, he’s always had a crush on you. Seeing you now, nearly all grown up and matured, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“Please do something.” You moan as he keeps kissing at your neck, his hands feeling over your sides, hips, and ass.

He nods, placing one last kiss to your lips before ripping your shirt up over your head and quickly unbuttoning your shorts.

Before you know it, you’re naked underneath him as he’s naked hovering over you. He looks absolutely delicious, and you can’t help but kiss at his neck as he pushes his way into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“Ugh, fuck. Doing so well, love. Taking me so well.”

You can’t help but moan at the praise. You love knowing that you doing good, that you’re making him feel good.

As soon as he’s all the way inside you, you’re arching your back, wanting him to move. You swear he’s even bigger than Charlie and yet you’re taking him better.

Before long, Bill has a fast pace set that’s nearly knocking the bed into the wall.

“Feels so good.” You whine, arching up against him.

“Almost there, love.”

You let out a high pitched moan as you both hit your highs, you arching against the bed as your one hand grips at the sheets, your other holding on bill’s shoulder.

“Feel any better, love?” He asks, panting as he pulls out of you.

“So much better. Thank you.” You smile, happily curling up into his arms as he holds you to him.

~.~

Summer passes by with days filled with happy and fun memories of swimming in the pond near the burrow or eating marshmallows that you toasted over the fire.

Soon enough though your back at hogwarts, stressing over classes and spending all your free time with the twins.

Tonight they had decided they wanted to drink and play silly muggle party games as it was a Friday after a big test in potions. You all felt pretty confident with your work, but it had been a long and stressful week. One that Fred and George just wanted to drink away. Being their best friend, you were of course invited.

“Alright, y/n. Truth or dare?” George asks.

“Let’s go with truth, I guess.” You say, taking a drop of the Veritaserum you all insisted you play with to make things more interesting.

“Alright, let see. Fred, what are you thinking?” George asks, leaning over to his brother to converse.

You were drunk, but not so far gone that you weren’t aware of what was happening or that you’d forget tonight’s events in the morning.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good one. Okay, y/n. Have you lost your virginity?” George asks, giggling at the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Neither of the boys knew you had, which is why they both choked on their drinks when you blatantly answered “yes.”

“Wait, really?!” Fred asks, his eyes wide as he looks at you in a new light. How did he not know his best friend had lost her virginity?

“Yeah.”

“When?!”

“Over the summer.” You answer before you can stop. You really, really did not want to tell you’re best friends that you had slept with their two oldest brothers.

“Over the summer? B-but, you never left the house.” George splutters out, not quite putting the pieces together yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you can’t help but tell the truth. Stupid veritaserum.

“The only people you would’ve seen...w-were,” he trails off, blanching at the realization that you slept with at least one of his brothers.

“Bill and Charlie.” Fred answered, not yet at his brothers realization.

You all sit in silence for a minute before Fred shouts out.

“Oh Merlin! You lost it to one of our brothers?!” Fred asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

You nod, closing your eyes as both Fred and George shake their heads at the images.

“Which one?” Fred asks.

“Uh, well...both?” You answer, the veritaserum wearing off only slightly as you had such a small dosage.

“Both?!” Fred and George exclaim.

“What the hell, y/n! They’re our brothers!” Fred groans, disturbed by the thought of you sleeping with his older brothers.

“Hey! I didn’t start any of it, okay! They initiated it each time.” You defend.

“Each time?! How many times did you sleep with them?” George asks, exasperatedly.

“Uhm, 3 or 4 times with Charlie. Twice with Bill.” You admit, the veritaserum kicking in again as it works it’s way out of your system.

“Oh, godric. Ugh, we didn’t need to know that.” Fred huffs.

“You two asked!” You huff, blushing wildly as you lean back on the bed, crossing your arms.

A few minutes pass in silence as you mull over your words while Fred and George try to accept this new information.

“What was it like? D-did it feel...good?” George asks, shyly.

“What? Sex?”

He nods, blushing lightly as you start to get wet, thinking back on how amazing it feels.

“It feels amazing, Georgie.” You sigh, your thighs clenching together unconsciously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I don’t know how to explain it, but the high it's-it's phenomenal.”

“C-could you show us?” Fred asks, both twins flushing madly.

“You want me to show you?!”

“Yeah. C-can you take our virginity?” George asks, shifting around in his spot as he gets turned on by the idea.

“I-I guess. B-both of you?”

They nod and you smile shyly, a deep blush on your cheeks as you lean forward to give each of them a kiss.

“Alright, well both of you lie back then, yeah?”

They do as you say, laying down on the bed you three were sharing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. These were your best friends for merlin’s sake, you had literally grown up together.

Slowly, you climb on top of George as he’s closest to you and you smile lightly as his breath hitches at the sight of you on top of him.

“You’re sure you two want to do this?” You ask, looking between the two twins.

They nod, gulping as they watch you. True they had never really thought about you being their first, but now that the moment had arose, they knew they didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Okay, uh, how should I do this?” You mumble to yourself, blushing at the reality that you’re going to be taking your best friends’ virginity. Not one of theirs, both of theirs. At the same bloody time.

“How did your first time go, love?” Fred asks, watching you as you try to figure out what to do first.

“Uh, well. It started with kissing; kissing each other’s lips before h-he trailed down my neck.”

George gently sits up, connecting your lips as Fred works on kissing your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Like that?” Fred asks, as George pulls away and taking his turn at your neck.

“Just like that.” You hum, pulling the older twin into a soft kiss.

“What next?” George asks, trailing his fingers up your sides.

“A lot of touching, caressing. W-we undressed.” You say, a bit breathily as you pull away from Fred, the red head immediately moving back down to your neck and shoulders.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you two feel good.” You moan, both of their hands feeling all over your body.

George had decided that he’d trail his fingers over your hips and thighs, roughly grabbing onto them every now and then to get you to grind against him.

Fred, however, decided he’d take responsibility for groping your breasts, sides, and stomach. His touch sending shivers throughout your body.

“We’re feeling good, don’t worry, y/n” Fred mumbles.

George nods, groaning in agreement.

“No. Let me take care of you guys.” You say, halting their movements as you push Fred back down on the bed.

You trail one of your hands up each of their stomachs, lifting their shirts as you do. You place a kiss to both of their lips before ripping off the fabric.

You slowly grind against George as you reach over and palm Fred, locking your lips with him as George throws his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, y/n.” Fred groans, upset at the lack of contact as you switch to kissing George.

You slowly trail your kisses down george’s neck and stomach as you crawl down to unbutton his trousers. You can hear him groan and you smile to yourself. Sure you’ve had sex, but you had only just started and were still quite inexperienced, especially when it came to focusing on the guy's pleasure. Hearing that they were enjoying it certainly made you feel better about your skills.

Once George’s trousers are off, you move over to Fred to give him the same attention. You slowly straddle his hips, grinding into him slowly as he grabs yours.

“Godric, y/n. You’re so...so good to us.” Fred sighs, grinding you down onto him harder.

After a few minutes you get both boys rid of their bottoms and them ridding you of your clothes except bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” George smiles, kissing you before easily removing your bra.

“So beautiful.” Fred agrees, kissing you after his brother. You let out a shocked gasp of air when Fred pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your neck.

“Can we fuck you now, princess? Please, angel?” Fred begs, looking up at you after making a mark on your collarbone.

“Go ahead, weasley.” You hum, a shiver running up your spine as he hooks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to rip them off you.

“Oh fuck, Freddie.”

He smirks, carefully bringing his finger to your folds, circling your clit carefully before slowly inserting his pointer and middle finger inside of you.

You groan, back arching up off the bed as your one best friend fingers you, your other best friend gently massaging your breasts.

“Come taste her, George.” Fred says, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking on them.

You moan at the sight, never imagining your two best friends would be here taking turns on you to lose their virginity. In all honesty, it was quite a spectacle. You really hoped you’d be able to do this again with them...except maybe one at a time though.

You sigh out in pleasure as George begins fingering you, bringing his tongue to your folds and eating you out at the same time.

You fall into a bit of trance, not able to differentiate between all the pleasure, the twins taking their time in prepping you. You don’t even realize they’re ready to fuck you until you feel George enter you, stretching you out.

“Oh fuck, Georgie. So big. Feels so good though, baby.” You groan, grabbing ahold of his shoulder as he pushes himself inside you.

You can just barely see Fred kneeling at the end of the bed, watching the two of you as he absentmindedly palms himself slowly.

George groans, twitching as soon as he’s inside you, much too overwhelmed with all the stimulation.

“Merlin, darling. You’re s-so tight. Feels so good.”

You moan, feeling him finally enter you completely. He waits a minute, letting the both of you adjust before he starts moving.

The next ten minutes or so go by much too fast, it didn’t take long for George to cum, pulling out of you as Fred takes his place. You register the switch, Fred feeling different inside you as well as going at a different pace.

You’re a moaning mess, reaching your high with Fred who stills inside you, leaning into you as you both ride out the bliss.

“Oh fuck, princess. That was amazing.” Fred smiles, kissing you as he massages your lower back, laying down beside you, facing you.

“Yeah it was.” George agrees, laying behind you and massaging your hip.

You smile tiredly, nodding in agreement as you try to catch your breath. The three of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Fred kisses your nose, George kissing your shoulder.

“Is it cool to do that again? Like, tomorrow or something?” Fred asks, smiling at you as you chuckle.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that again. It felt amazing.” You smile, looking at Fred and then over your shoulder at George.

“Definitely, angel.” Fred agrees, kissing you and you feel george nod against your back as he continues placing soft, warm kisses to your shoulder.

You never expected all this to happen when arriving to the burrow this past summer, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased with the outcomes. Not only did you get a confession from your two oldest crushes that they also liked you back, but you lost your virginity to one, got to sleep with the other, and you got to sleep with your two best friends; which you’re pretty sure the three of you are going to continue to do for quite awhile. What more could you possibly ask for?

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ninacarstairss · 3 years

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PARABATAI WEEK — day 6, underrated/fanon parabatai @carstairgray

i’m broken, torn apart, shattered and a couple more adjectives because of tftsa and it falls perfectly on the parabatai week so here are some simon x george parabatai headcanon

they place their parabatai runes on the back of their shoulders to symbolize they’ll always have each other’s back.

after the ceremony they go back to the new york institute and the rest of the gang surprises them with a party to celebrate.

simon places a stuffed rat on george’s bed before he shows him his new room, in memory of their days at the academy. the rat also has a tiny collar with “jon cartwright xxxv” engraved on it.

george jumps on the nearest chair when he sees it and his academy nightmares come back to him as simon is doubled over laughing near the door.

once the initial fear of having to deal with rats even at the institute passes, george keeps the stuffed animal and he adores it, it reminds him of their time at the academy, how he and simon met and became the brothers they are now.

they start having training sessions with jace and alec and they always end up on the ground with jace and alec triumphant over them but they put up quite a fight when fighting together.

they also like to train a lot with izzy and clary but that works way less for their skills because izzy and simon end up making out somewhere when one of them pins the other on the floor and clary and george just leave the room and go get a coffee before they can see something they won’t be able to forget. alec still talks about his nightmares regarding the time he walked in on simon and izzy in idris.

george gets to know the gang better and they all love him, but simon is especially happy when he notices him bonding a lot with izzy and clary and when he sees alec starting to trust him fully. jace ends up telling george so many stories about the first time he met simon and how he was when he first entered the shadow world, including the being-turned-into-a-rat part — george’s favorite ever since the academy — and that’s when simon knows jace really likes him too.

simon keeps schooling george in pop culture, movies, comics and the history of his band when he was a mundane and he drags george around the city in all the best places to find comics and the best film. soon enough george is making star wars references on a daily basis. though, he’ll never stop mocking simon about all the names his band went through, especially when he reveals the ones he though about during the academy that had to do with rats and other weird creatures, or grey eggs.

george often leaves to visit his family in scotland and he always takes simon with him. his parents love him and they always welcome him as a son. george couldn’t be happier and simon feels at home. he misses seeing his family every day, but he learned that for every loss there’s something to gain and this new part of a home is his own new piece of happiness.

once, though, the whole gang tagged along. george talked about the green fields and the sheep of scotland so much that they wanted to see for themselves. it’s a wild vacation and, between a hike and a tour of the nearby cities, jace gets not-so-gracefully swept off his feet by a running sheep and it’s a sight they’ll never forget or let him live down.

they have annual dinners with the group for the academy. no matter how far they’re all located from each other, they get a portal and meet in idris at least once a year and visit the muddy fields where scarsbury had them running and doing push-ups for as long as it took to kill them. beatriz and julie have also become a great pair of parabatai and jon manages not to be too obnoxious for one night a year.

simon also schooled george in the art of eating take out every day for basically all meals and told him to gently refuse every single thing that leaves the pan when it’s izzy cooking as soon as he stepped foot into the institute. surprisingly enough izzy and george find in each other some really horrible cooks who get along a lot and think they cook fantastic food while burning half the kitchen every single time they get close to a burner. simon’s desperate and he’s most likely going to loose his eyebrows in a kitchen fire soon enough. or worse, he might actually have to eat the stuff they cook one of these days. (credits to @icycoolslushie for the idea on this one)

when sizzy get married simon chooses george to be his suggenes and george cries his eyes out because his brother is so grown up and he’s getting married

once clary and simon convince the gang to celebrate halloween and they organize a halloween party at the institute for all their friends. george is the first to agree and he’s so excited. he and simon are planning matching costumes and decide to go as avatar characters — but with more covering clothes on, simon is stoic about this and george agrees it’s probably best not to risk finding themselves in the middle of a fight with a halloween night demon wearing only that little cloth around their hips — and they also kick it up a notch by dying their hair blue. except that they buy the wrong kind of dye and when the next day they wash their hair to get the colour off, it doesn’t go away. izzy and clary have to fix their mess with brown dye.

they are those friend that always do the craziest things you see on the internet and end up with the most aesthetic photos, like george in the middle of a parking lot with flashing lights surrounding him, sitting in a shopping cart and laughing, or simon naturally posing with his bow and arrow in front of a fantastic landscape and they become snapchat famous for these pics. izzy, alec and jace are pretty confused by this snapchat famous thing.

when simon moved in at the institute after the academy he installed a playstation in his room and most nights george is there with him, playing at 3am with snacks of all kinds surrounding them. izzy joins too sometimes but she’s not great at those games and has smashed a couple of joysticks after loosing multiple times, while clary kicks both their asses when she pops in for a game.

one night george entered simon’s room for a 3am game and instead found him with izzy, both of them half naked and in the middle of some sort of role play where izzy was calling simon “lord montgomery”. he never lets simon live that down and brings the name up in the most inappropriate moments — such as clave meetings — making simon choke on air every time. after that, though, george is very careful to knock.

simon’s pansexual and he’s a little afraid to come out to george at first, but he soon realizes he knows george and he wouldn’t turn his back on him, he wouldn’t leave. so when he does tell him he’s shaking slightly but he’s also happy and george clearly is too, he scoops simon into a tight hug and tells him he’s incredibly proud of him and reassures him he loves him no matter what, they’re brothers no matter what.

they’re not big on celebrations of birthdays or mundane holidays in general, but they do like to keep the traditions alive. both of them have been raised with no knowledge of the shadow world and they were observant of some religious and mundane holidays that shadowhunter don’t celebrate. so they like getting christmas gifts for everyone or organize parties for new year’s. they celebrate hanukah too and share other little traditions from their childhoods, like george’s family tradition of sheep’s wool-covered sweets and chocolates to find instead of eggs for easter or simon’s family tradition of taking a two day trip around spring to see the changing season and enjoy some free time, even if the trip is to the nearest town. they’re small traditions sometimes, but they like to keep the memories alive.

george becomes really good with max after that first encounter and the offer of raising him in his and simon’s drawer. he and simon often volunteer to babysit him, and rafe too afterwards, and they obviously use as bedtime stories the plot of star wars or comics, which the kids absolutely love.

sometimes when he’s stressed or tired george goes full on scottish and also switches to gaelic at times and simon is just there looking at him, torn between wanting to giggle at his usually contained behavior now unchecked and wanting to hug him and confort him. he always goes with the second, but he does love to hear george speak gaelic.

after the time at the academy when george was leading the mission to go after the faerie fruit vendors where simon got sucked into faerie he’s incredibly protective of simon in battle — or just all the time, actually. he’s thrown himself in front of simon more times than simon can count and he loves this kind of care, because of course he does the same whenever george is in danger, but it also makes him sad a lot because he knows george still feels guilty about that mission, even if nothing bad really happened, and he would do anything to make sure nothing similar ever happened again.

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Hi! this is my first request ever so im sorry if im doing this wrong!) If you’re willing, a Bertl fic with a Warrior! Reader, probably replacing annie or just having a different titan in itself, comforting him and talking about home, or what they wanted their futures to be (even though they knew their times are limited) after their mission is over. You can take that however you want, platonic or lovers but some form of romance pls 🥺 ily i hope you’re eating and drinking well

I already told you this when you asked but!! this was such a cute request and I adored writing it and I really hope you like it too. Writing it made me happy.

warnings: mentions of canon deaths and violence. but it’s really all fluff.

wordcount: 1196

Resting your head against the wall you closed your eyes, you’d been training all day and you just wanted to rest a little. Between training to be a soldier on Paradis and the weight of the war hammer titan inside you, you almost couldn’t stand it. Truths were hard to face and the closer you got to everyone here the harder the truth was to actually face. Nights like these the memories of breaking the wall wouldn’t leave your mind. You and Annie had hid with your titan, your hardened skin protecting the two of you from the titans entering the wall. No one could take time to notice your titan when there was all the chaos from Bertholdt and Reiner.

Now there had been more chaos from Annie, you’d been there and watched her kill the scouts. It shouldn’t have bothered you, you’d killed people before. Your hammer, the spikes, everything you could do was made for killing. You were the perfect killing machine. Only Bertholdt’s colossal titan could compare. But you’d never sat down with the people you’d killed. They’d always been enemy nations and you’d never had anything to do with them. The scouts that Annie had killed, the ones you’d planned for her to kill, had been people you knew.

You knew why you had to do this, you knew what your mission was but that didn’t make it easier. Like Annie, you knew that you were nothing but a tool for Marley, you weren’t important to them. All you were was a weapon to destroy their enemies. You had no ideas of grandeur of what you were. That was why you formed such strong bonds with the other warriors. You needed them and they needed you.

When you heard footsteps it took you a few seconds to realize that you knew them, you’d recognize Bertholdt’s footsteps anywhere. A smile came to your lips when you heard him get closer, “It’s late. You shouldn’t be out here.” Even though you said that you didn’t mean it. Any time you got to spend with the man was something you were beyond thankful for. Especially after today.

Bertholdt didn’t say anything as he sat down next to you, he just reached over and took your hand in his. His long fingers played with yours absentmindedly, it was something he did when he was lost in his head. You’d only recently declared yourself a couple. There had always been something between the two of you, a bond that none of the others had. It took a lot for the two of you to actually put a name to the bond you had, putting a name on it meant that there was more to lose. It meant when your time was up as warriors or if something were to happen here on Paradis like it did Marcel that you had more to lose.

“Are you okay?” It wasn’t like you minded this, you loved when he was actually affectionate with you. Bertholdt was always so shy, so these moments were something you cherished. “Not that I mind this I’m just curious why you’re not sleeping.”

He hummed and finally looked at you, “I just couldn’t sleep. I was thinking too much I guess.” The larger man gave a shrug, “About home and other stuff.” Bertholdt thought about home more than anyone of you did you suspected. Annie wanted to get back to her father of course but you knew Mr. Hoover was sick. What he wanted most was to see him and you understood that. “I was thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. When I finally get to see him.”

Bertholdt was hesitant in his words, talking about the future was dangerous. It was something you’d known and accepted the day you inherited your titan. But sometimes? It felt good to talk about it. “It would be nice to see my family. I can’t imagine what they’ll say when they see me like this. Grown up I mean.” Your smile grew when you looked at Bertholdt, “You’re taller than your dad now. I think he’ll enjoy that though.”

You’d only met his father a few times but when you did he was always nice, much nicer than Annie or Reiner’s Parents were. You liked the Galliard’s which would only make it harder to tell them about Marcel when the time came. Porco was going to be another issue entirely, one you’d rather not think about now. There would be a lot to face when you got back to Liberio.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t miss the hint of a smile on Bertholdt’s face as he nodded, “He used to tell me that he couldn’t wait to see how tall I got.” Mr. Hoover probably hadn’t expected that he’d be this tall. Not that you minded, his height was a plus in your eyes.

Letting your head fall to his shoulder you squeezed his hand, “You know… I think I miss the food the most. Or coffee.” You’d never let yourself talk like this about home, this mission could cost you your lives. Getting your hopes up about home was dangerous. “I think when we get back that we should use that honorary title and go on a proper date.” Even though Bertholdt was your boyfriend you still blushed at your own words.

Next to you he let out a nervous laugh, “I mean if you want. There was this one cafe we used to pass that I think they might let us in.” Turning your head to face him your smile was soft, “I think if they do… I want to take you there.”

The fact that he was blushing was endearing. You didn’t know if he’d ever really get out of that habit. You loved him and you knew that he loved you but he still got flustered when you were close to him like this. “We can go there, or we can try to get the Mid East cafe to give us food.” If anyone overheard your conversation it could end up terribly. But you were lost in the moment, “Now it’s probably really popular. I don’t think there were any other places from the Mid East at home.” You had no idea what it would be like there now. It had been years since you left… too many years.

Bertholdt’s smile faded and he turned to look at you. “You know what I want most?” You raised an eyebrow at the question and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I want to introduce you to my father. Properly. As my girlfriend.”

You felt tears prick the back of your eyes, “Yeah?” You didn’t want him to see you cry, happy tears or not. Resting your forehead on his shoulder you let out a slow breath, “I want you to properly meet my parents to.” As soon as you were sure that you wouldn’t actually cry, you looked up at Bertholdt again. “They’ll love you. I know they will.”

Bertholdt let his forehead rest against yours, “My dad will love you too. He already did.”

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Because Hearts Get Broken - I Know That You’re Scared (Part 2/3)

Continuation of ‘Because Hearts Get Broken’ - see my masterlist for it :)

Synopsis: She’s trying to move on. He’s still hoping for a chance

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: angsty, bruh, but with a sprinkle of fluff and a hopeful (??) ending

Warnings: swearing, emotionally distant mindset... can’t think of anything else, really.

Word count: 3656

Heartbreak isn’t loud. Y/N doesn’t even know if it had a sound what it would be like. Like glass shattering against the ground? Or maybe like a book being ripped and shredded apart, memories of time spent together ruined. Or maybe it'd like the crackle of a fire, as it slowly but surely crept up and turned everything into charred remains before it became nothing but ash and was carried away by the winds.

No one in her family talked about feelings. If they did all they received back was ‘suck it up. That’s life’. After that, it was time to move on. So, when she got together with probably the most open-hearted person in the world, it was almost laughable.

Y/N had always been the friend others went for advice, relationship or not, but she herself never asked for one, simply because she didn’t wanna bother anyone. Not that she thought the others were bothers. It’s just having grown up in a household where emotions were basically suppressed, opening up was quite impossible.

Then came Harry. Perfect, impossible, loving, sweet, kind, ridiculously open Harry. God, she just wanted to punch him because no one should be that nice.

January 2nd, 2020 he’d called her up, having gotten Y/N’s number from Sarah (after ages of pleading, because as much as Sarah sometimes couldn’t handle drunk Y/N, she’d defend and protect her until the very last breath), and they set up a coffee date.

Slowly but surely, they spent more and more time together and seeing as her job had her based in LA for a while, visiting Harry was no problem. Then the pandemic hit, and on March 18th the whole stay-at-home order was issued in California.

Y/N was in a panic. She was meant to leave LA in ten days, and the hotel her company was paying for had been paid until the 28th. With all flights getting rapidly cancelled, she was scrambling to get one, but even her firm was unable to get her a seat. That’s when Harry had called up, his tone a worried, urgent mess as to if Y/N was alright and what her plans were.

Of course, him being him, he immediately offered her a place to stay.

“We don’t even need to stay in the same room, there’s like five other guest rooms you can take up,” he tried to joke, and ease her tension.

“Fuck, Harry, just rub it in how rich you are.” Y/N cackled, and when she heard him laugh in the background, her heart did that stupid fluttery thing she’d grown so used to.

It took a little persuasion from Harry’s side, and reassurance at least seven more times, that Y/N wouldn’t be intruding on his space, and he was more than happy to spend the quarantine with someone else, instead of being alone, and that in no way her taking over a room or two would limit him and his own artistic endeavours. So, apprehensively Y/N packed her suitcases, grabbed an uber, wearing a mask the whole time, and drove to Harry’s place.

When Y/N saw the gated community and the palace he was living in, the inside of her cheek was practically bitten in half. They’d barely been together for three months, and now she was basically moving in with him, but given how it was either live with Harry in a fucking mansion or walk across the country to New York, she took the first option.

As much as Harry loved on her, pretty much shagging her brains out every possible second, and loving on her until her cheeks hurt from smiling, the anxiety about the whole situation never left.

Harry was worried about his mom and sister, Y/N was scared of what was happening in New York. So, when the state boarders opened, immediately, although reluctantly, she flew back to her apartment and her dying plants, but never forgetting to FaceTime with Harry. But they couldn't stay away long from one another.

Which is why they decided, given how she was able to work from home now, and Harry could do so as well, they’d fly over to one another every two weeks, quarantine together for the next two weeks, and then fly to the other place. Her boss actually loved the idea that Y/N was so willing to go back and forth between the two cities, so all her flights were written off as business expenses, not to mention when she said she wouldn’t need a hotel, he was more than thrilled to let her be in LA whenever she wanted, as long as her work got done.

It seemed funny to her now, that before Y/N couldn’t wait to get back to the sunny state of Cali. Now when she had to fly over (which was just a couple of times since the breakup), going through JFK security made her sweat, and landing was a vomit-inducing action. And the last time she’d gotten back to the home-base state, she’d actually thrown up, Harry’s last words ringing in her ears.

It’d been three weeks since Sarah’s New Year party, and three weeks since she’d spoken to him although he still kept calling. Every morning she’d wake up to a couple of notifications of missed calls, and each time she’d listen to the messages; it was all the same – I miss your voice. And every time she’d listen to it, her thoughts were exactly the same. You could say it was almost pathetic as to how many times she’d listened to his albums, just to hear him sing. Almost like he used to do right before she fell asleep.

But Y/N had no one else but herself to blame for it. She’d been the one to call it quits, she’d been the one who walked out of his apartment, and the one who decided she wouldn’t fight.

Now, she was sat by her small magazine table, documents spread out in front of her as if a tornado had rolled through, while an apple and cinnamon candle spread its delicious scent through the air.

Y/N would only admit it once because, well, the proof was all over the apartment, but she was very lazy when it came to taking away the Christmas décor. It made her feel warm and comfy. And it reminded her of Harry. How when she’d woken up after their first date, already in the new year, he still had colourful fairy lights strung across the curtain rods, giving everything a soft, cosy glow.

He’d also been the one who convinced her that a real Christmas tree was so much better than a plastic one.

“Yes, it’s a hassle,” he’d said through slurred words as they’d slinked away from the partying crowd after the countdown was done, and each of them had taken three shots of vodka. “But it’s so worth it. Smells like a fucking forest in your room. Like proper Christmas!”

And although she’d spent this holiday season alone, Harry had been right. Just like he’d been right about Y/N.

��She tapped her pen against the glass surface and readjusted her position on the floor.

“This is the periodic table, noble gases stable, halogens and alkali react aggressively,” Y/N hummed as she highlighted the incorrect parts of the paper in front of her. “Each period will see new outer shells, while electrons are added moving to the right.”

Just as she was about to start off the second verse, her doorbell rang, and her stomach gurgled in response.

“Ugh,” she groaned to herself. “Pasta come to fuckin’ mama.”

But when she opened the door, she wasn’t greeted by the Uber Eats delivery man.

“Harry.”

Y/N was taken aback. She didn’t expect him to visit her, especially not so soon and especially to fly out to New York (as much as he was most likely there to do other stuff as well, her gut told her he was there for her).

Sure, she hoped that one day they could be friends, if not acquaintances, he was too important of a person for her to lose completely from her life, but that was looking like five years into the future.

“I bring gifts.” He raised his hand where her boxes of food hung in a paper bag. “Can I?”

“Uh, yeah, of course!” She shook her head to clear it from the shock and allowed Harry to enter into the warmth of her apartment and escape from the cold January air.

“I was on my way up when the delivery man came in, and I recognised by the boxes it was yours.” The smirk on Harry’s face was something Y/N loved to see, but usually, she liked to also wipe it away. Preferably with her own lips.

She let out a small scoff, not waiting to see if he followed inside, as she scurried to the adjacent kitchen and grabbed two plates, while he opened up the white cardboard containers and allowed the delicious smell of spaghetti Bolognese as well as a carbonara waft into the air. Y/N had wanted to eat the latter at some point during the night when the munchies hit, but she supposed Harry was probably hungry as well. “Maybe there’s someone else here, who likes Italian.”

“Probably, but only you would order from the shittiest Italian restaurant just because they have pesto and parmesan bread.”

“Hey!” She slapped his arm. “They’re not shit. They provide me with everything I need – calories, carbs and bread.”

“What more does a person need?”

“Exactly!”

Both of them let out small chuckles and then settled down on her couch to dig into the meal. They ate in silence, and despite Y/N’s initial shock, it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, they were sitting pretty much shoulder to shoulder, as she watched Harry re-read the spread-out articles on the table and use her marker to tick some stuff that could use re-wording. He had a knack for words, after all.

“I uh…” He wiped his mouth with one of the napkins provided by the diner before clasping his fingers together and looking at the woman sitting next to him, as she slowly set her empty plate on the small cupboard beside the sofa. “I was hoping we could talk.”

Y/N hung her head. She should’ve known he wasn’t here to just check-in and have some dinner. “We already did. Twice might I add. What makes you think this time the ending will be different?”

“Third times the charm?” Harry let out a little laugh, and she rolled her eyes. “Look, I didn’t wanna leave everything the way I did. I – I said some pretty shit things.”

Y/N fiddled with her thumb. ‘I had,’ Harry’s words echoed in her head. ‘Only she didn’t trust that I loved her the same.’ “Nothing that was untrue though.”

“See, that’s where I think both of us are wrong.”

That was not what Y/N thought this conversation would be whatsoever.

“I – “ He cleared his throat. “I know I said I didn’t think you trusted me that I loved you enough. I think you know I did – do.”

If Y/N still had any food in her mouth she would’ve choked on it, as she bit back the rising lump in her throat, but instead of interrupting him, she let Harry continue. “And honestly, it’s not your fault that it fell apart, ‘s my fault too. I pushed you to do something, you didn’t want to, weren’t comfortable with, when you told me not to… just because I wanted to feel important, ‘nd because I wanted to get a role in your life you weren’t ready for yet. And I’m sorry for doing that. I should’ve never forced you.”

“Harry…” Y/N was at a complete loss. “I – I don’t really know what to say.”

He took her left hand in his and clasped it, finally able to properly say what'd been eating away at him. “During the New Year party, I didn’t go about it the right way. I was just – I was just still so hurt, and I wanted you to hurt the same because… it didn’t seem like you cared at all, which I know you did… I know you loved me, and…” He took in a deep breath. “I hope that you still do. At least enough to give us another chance. We can take it at your pace,” he instantly added, knowing how she’d react, expecting the sigh and the almost tired and resigned ‘Harry’ that escaped her lips. But he’d say everything on his mind. “You can take how long you need to feel like you can trust me with what’s bothering you.”

“Harry,” she repeated, but it didn’t seem like he was about to stop.

“But I think we can do it, and we can do it right this time. We know where we stand, we won't make the same mistakes.”

Y/N’s hand came to rest against his cheek, and he practically melted, engulfing her palm with his as to not let her touch leave his skin for even a second. “Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Look, I know, you’re scared, and the thing is, so am I. I don’t want it to end like that or end. Period. But I do want to try again.”

And if nothing but to humour him Y/N asked, “And if it does end the same way?”

“It won’t.” He was so sure of it, she had to laugh.

“Harry, the big difference between us is – you like to talk about your feelings. You like to go through them and stuff. I don’t. I feel… icky when I even think about talking to someone of what I feel. We’re just too opposite.”

“Opposites attract.”

“No,” she pointed a finger at him, stifling her laughter, though Harry seemed not to be hiding his smile. “Do not use science against me.”

He raised his hands as if in surrender. “I’m not, I’m just supporting my point with facts. Scientific facts, that you can’t argue against.”

“I mean…” Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno… Maybe it was a good thing we ended it when we did. It was ten months – almost ten – amazing months, but… can you imagine if we’d gone so far as to think about moving in together, and then it fell apart? That would’ve been a whole different kind of a mess.”

“Do you love me?”

Y/N sighed, resting her cheek against the couch while she smoothed away his brown locks from his face. “Of course, I do. Don’t think there will be a time in my life I don’t.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

“Is that really enough for you?”

“Yes.”

And there was no lie in that single word. Did he want for Y/N to feel comfortable enough with him that she talked about whatever concerned her, however small? Of course. But he also wanted her to be comfortable enough to be herself. If that meant her keeping things to herself, and trusting Harry to support her decisions, it’d be enough.

Her Y/E/C eyes hadn’t left his green ones, and they only widened as he leaned forwards and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Haz…”

Fuck, how he’d missed her calling him that. It wasn’t an exclusive nickname by any means, but when it came from Y/N’s mouth, it was the sweetest sound in the universe.

He was her Haz when he broke a plate, he was her Haz when she threw her head back as pleasure exploded through her body, he was her Haz when he took her hand in his to quell her anxiety, and he was her Haz when he gave her tissues as they watched a movie, and she couldn’t help but cry each time a dog or cat died (or a dragon, but he was a sobbing mess as well because ‘Dragonheart’ messed with them both).

His lips were so close, and just as they skimmed over her own, Y/N’s phone rang making her physically spring back, eyes like saucers.

“S – Sorry,” she stammered, scrambling to find the annoying device between the cushions. It was Sarah’s name that lit up her screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” Y/N started, voice trembling and shaky. God, when had she suddenly gone so out of breath? And why was her head so dizzy, as if she’d just gotten off a rollercoaster?

“Yeah, he’s here,” she replied, eyeing Harry. “Yeah, just a sec,” and Y/N handed him her phone with a quiet ‘why’s your phone always dead?’

‘Didn’t know it died’, he said, but that was untrue. He’d turned it off so this sort of a situation wouldn’t happen; so a call or text wouldn’t interrupt him at the most critical moment. He had to give the universe a proper talk once he was done.

“ ‘Ello?”

Seconds of silence passed, and Y/N didn’t like how weird it was, so she took the empty plates and put them in the sink to soak.

“Now?”

She could see the frustration rise in Harry as his forehead creased, and he let a hand rake through his hair. “Fuck’s sake… yeah, I’ll be there in ten. ‘S alright,” he sighed. “Not your fault Sarah. Tell Jeff not to worry, and that I’m not dead.”

With that, he pressed the red button and ended the call, drumming his fingers against the screen. God, he really didn’t want to leave. Not now. Not after he’d been so close.

“Uh, work?” Y/N asked, arms crossed in front of her as if she was protecting herself from the answer.

“Yeah, sorry. I uh a meeting from tomorrow got rescheduled for tonight, like right now because there was some sort of an emergency from the label’s side."

“ ‘S alright, I get it. Showbiz never stops.” Y/N motioned to the door. “I’ll walk you out.”

There were a couple of times in his life Harry wanted to give himself a beating. Once when he was six and Gemma had told on him after he’d broken a favourite vase of their mothers, he decided to get revenge and destroy her favourite plushie. He’d never forget the tears Gem had cried, and how absolutely heartbroken she’d sounded. He vowed although he was the little brother, to never ever let anyone hurt her like that, and if someone did, they’d meet their maker sooner rather than later.

The second time was when he was still a teenager, One Direction on the rise, and it had gotten to his head just a little bit more than it should’ve. He’d gotten really messed up at a party (which Harry shouldn’t have even been at). The disappointment on his mother’s face as she scolded him through FaceTime was gut-wrenching enough to make him promise to always know the limit.

And Harry guessed this was the third time.

He could’ve said no to the meeting. Jeff was there and so was Sarah and Mitch. The three of them could handle it for him. It’s not like he would mind much whatever they came up with if it had given him the time to settle things with Y/N.

“It was great to see you, Harry.” She brought him out from the thoughts as she unlocked the door and opened it for him, bringing her jumper sleeves over her palms to hide from the cold outside air. “Really. I – I missed you, and honestly, I’m glad we got to talk. I uh well, take care. And say hi to Sarah from me please.”

“I – “ he took hold of Y/N’s wrist before she could turn away. “I’m holding a small concert in a week. Here in uh in New York. It’s for charity… I want you to come.”

“I umm… I’ll have to check if I’m free, but yeah. I will. Thank you.”

“ ‘S no problem… Sarah missed you like crazy now that you’re not in LA as often… ‘n yeah. Anyway. I’ll put your name on the guest list, so just bring some ID, and they’ll let you backstage.”

“Okay,” she whispered and gave him a small, genuine smile. “Thank you. I’ll really try to come.”

“Yeah.”

And he was going to go without doing anything else. Harry truly was. But as he released her wrist, going to the stairs, he gave Y/N one last glance back, and it was like his feet had a mind of their own, as they carried him back to where she stood by the still open door, grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers.

He expected Y/N to push him away, but to his very huge delight, she didn’t. Instead, her fingers wove through his hair and her legs almost on instinct rose so he could take her by the thighs, wrap them around his middle and press her against the doorway.

The groan that Harry swallowed from Y/N only ignited the fire that’d been burning ever since he met her, but it wasn’t the destructive kind, like the ones that leave nothing but charcoal behind. It was warm. Safe. Like the light of a fairy light. Like the embrace of home.

“Come to the show,” he muttered against Y/N’s lips, as they broke apart, and he set her down on the ground, not letting go until he was sure she was steady on her feet. “I’ll wait for you.”

With that, he left because if he didn’t, he’d make sure Y/N would be unable to walk for a week.

And Y/N watched him retreat while her brain fought with her heart.

What was it he’d sung in ‘Golden’, as he’d twirled her in the sea of bodies and glitter a little bit more than a year ago? ‘Loving is the antidote?’

Maybe love was the antidote to her fear.

She closed the door.

And smiled.

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A/N: I’ve been listening to ‘Fine Line’, ‘The Periodic Table Song’, ‘Welcome to the Christmas Parade’ (Welcome to the Black Parade mix with All I Want For Christmas) and ‘Rasputin’ Boney M remix exclusively... I feel like a complete crackhead... :D

Decided to tag also those who wanted a part 2 but didn’t necessarily ask to be tagged :)

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silkling · 3 years

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Silkling, I really love your writing. Could you please write a TFA fic of Isaac and Bulkhead bonding over growing up on farms?

You know, I always forget Bulkhead grew up on a farm. But I would be thrilled to! I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

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Bulkhead was painting again. That in and of itself wasn’t something new. He painted a lot. What made this time different was that he was alone at the base. Sari had taken the others to something she’d called a “theme park”. He didn’t understand exactly what a park had to have to be called a theme park, but she’d told me it usually involved lots of things called “rides” and lots of games. He also didn’t understand how a ride could be fun, but then again he didn’t know what a ride was. He had a feeling that the way Sari used it, these “rides” weren’t the kind of ride that was defined by the dictionary definition of the word. She had also, helpfully, said that theme parks were always popular and the funnest part of the “rides” was the screaming. He had opted out at that point, being more confused by what exactly that weird park entailed. So, here he was. At the base, alone and painting with peace and quiet.

He rather liked it, actually. He knew Bumblebee didn’t understand, but it was moments like this Bulkhead found himself really getting Prowl. Stillness and quiet could be nice, sometimes. He was intending to do a big project today, wanting to take advantage of the rare peace to be found in their make-shift home. The others had said they’d be gone all day. He wasn’t expecting them back till close to sunset.

So when he heard a voice from the front of the base, he was rather startled. Thankfully, he didn’t ruin his painting as he jerked, and he sighed in relief before dropping the brush in the water pot. Then he turned to the voice, head tilting as it called out again. Oh, wait. He knew that voice! The large bot lumbered towards the unexpected guest, and as soon as the smaller form came into view his engine let out a soft churr of greeting.

“Hey, Professor Sumdac.” he said contentedly. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

The human had turned at the sound of approaching pedes, his gaze locking on the Autobot at the soft rumble of his engine. He blinked rapidly, not having expected the largest of their alien guests to be the one to greet him. He would have thought it would be Optimus, or perhaps Bumblebee. Still, it wouldn’t do to be rude. He may have had more humble beginnings than most of his wealth, but his mother had taught him manners and he intended to use them. Besides, Bulkhead had been polite enough to come out and greet him, even though he was technically intruding on the gentle giant’s own home.

“Good afternoon, Bulkhead. It is very nice to see you. I apologize for the intrusion, but I was looking for Sari. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?” he asked hopefully.

Bulkhead only blinked a few times, looking a little surprised. “She took the others to something she called a theme park. I stayed behind. Screaming for fun doesn’t really…sound good. I’m surprised she got Ratchet to go.” he paused. “Actually, that may be because I’m pretty sure she has blackmail on him.” he added, as if to himself. Then he seemed to remember the point of the question, and he frowned at the older human. “She didn’t tell you?”

“That she’s going to a theme park or that she’s blackmailing senior alien robots?” Isaac said dryly. “She told me neither of those things.”

Bulkhead smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Professor.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m certain she would have found a way to the theme park either way. I do wish she would stop skipping her lessons, though.”

Bulkhead blinked. “I suppose. You’re very patient with her. On Cybertron, if a youngling consistently misbehaves than their creators wouldn’t be as patient.” he said offhandedly.

Isaac blinked. “Youngling? Is that your word for a child?” he asked. Then the second part of the statement caught up. “Ah, pardon me for asking, but what are “creators”? I was under the impression you are living robotic organisms, not built by someone else.”

Bulkhead hummed. “Yeah, youngling! I’m one, technically. Though I’m closer to being considered a fully grown mech than Bumblebee. I’d be considered the equivalent of a 16 year old human?” he said, running the calculations in his head. “Yeah, somewhere in that range. Bee is the equivalent of a 13 or 14 year old.” He was pretty good with math. His numbers were mostly right, or at least close enough for his point to be understood.

Isaac was staring. “You and Bumblebee…are not yet adults?” he seemed stunned.

“Nope!” Bulkhead was cheerful. “Bossbot and Ratchet are. Prowl is too, I think? He’s really private but I’m pretty sure he is. He’s older than Bossbot is, anyway.” he smiled, humming to himself. “I actually think Prime is only just considered a proper mech? Like, uh….between 19 and 21 in humans terms?” he tapped his chin with a finger, only just then noticing the open mouthed gape the professor was sending him. The large bot squirmed, uncomfortable. “Professor?”

Isaac snapped his mouth shut with a audible click, then shook his head. “You and Bumblebee-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head again before he kept speaking. “You are not yet adult on your world?” he repeated, still internally flailing over that revelation.

Bulkhead blinked. “Well, no.” he said, tilting his head. “Why?”

“Because if you’re still so young you shouldn’t have been allowed off the planet!” Isaac answered, his hands flapping with his distress.

The Autobot frowned. “Well, I’m close enough to being an adult that I’m considered capable of any type of non-combatant work. When I flunked out of the Academy that left space bridge repairs.” he said. “My creators were fine with it cause they were sure I’d be staying in Autobot space territory, and since they know how well I know space bridges they weren’t actually worried about me being in danger.”

“What about Bumblebee? You said he’s even younger than you!”

“Ah….” Bulkhead hunched his shoulders. “Bee, um. He doesn’t have creators. He wasn’t cold-forged, which means he wasn’t just placed in a protoform after Vector Sigma spat out his spark, but he was a abandoned at a Youth Center as a sparkling. A, uh, a baby.” Bulkhead explained awkwardly. He squired at the probing stare. “Please don’t make me explain Cybertronian reproduction differences. Ask Ratchet.” he said desperately. He did not want to have that discussion.

Isaac sighed. “Oh, very well.” he agreed. He didn’t want to make Bulkhead uncomfortable, after all. “So, creators…I gather they are the equivalent of human parents?” he tilted his head. “Would you mind telling me about yours?”

Bulkhead perked up. “Yeah!” he confirmed. “My creators were real proud when I joined the Academy. I’m lucky they weren’t disappointed that I flunked out. They understood.” his gaze went soft and fond. “I do miss them. I know they were a little sad I didn’t want to continue on with the family business like my older brother, but…” he shook his head. “Breakdown didn’t mind staying at the farm. I always wanted more.” he sighed. “Roadbuster and Beachcomber, my creators, were just happy I was getting the chance to do something I wanted.”

Isaac stilled. “Farm?”

“An energon farm!” Bulkhead supplied cheerily. “The farm was built on top of a really big underground energon spring. Our job was to extract it, purify it, then refine it into different grades and types of energon to be shipped out to the rest of Cybertron.” He shot a fond look around the building. “This place reminds me of the energon refinery on the farm, actually.”

Isaac blinked. “You grew up on a farm.” It was a statement.

Bulkhead frowned. “Didn’t I just say that?”

Isaac smiled. “I grew up on a farm as well, Bulkhead.”

The Autobot’s eyes quite literally lit up at that little tidbit, and he shot a glance at the small lounge area they’d put together. “Sit?” he asked hopefully. “I’d like to know about earth farms.”

Isaac nodded, leading the way and taking a seat on the himself couch while Bulkhead sat himself on one of the odd tire seats. “It was a dairy farm, primarily.” Isaac smiled. “My family raised cows for their milk and sold it to stores and at farmer’s markets.” he sounded fond as he reminisced. “We also made our own cheeses. I still have the recipes!”

Bulkhead tilted his head. “What happened?”

“I…” a pause. “I was always good with machines. I suppose that I, like you, wanted more. So I went to school for robotics and then, well…” he put out his arms. “Here I am.”

Bulkhead hummed. “…I miss the farm sometimes. Even if it was annoying to have to get up so early.”

“Ah, yes. Early mornings.” The human groaned. “I remember those. I despised them. Especially when I had cleaning duty for my morning chores.”

Bulkhead made a look it disgust. “Tell me about it. Cleaning out the energon purifiers and refiners was the worst job on the farm, but I always got stuck with it cause I was the youngest.”

Isaac hummed. “I remember the smell, even years later.”

“I remember the slime.”

He paused, unsure if he wanted to know. “…slime?”

Bulkhead nodded. “Yeah, see, when energon is being refined and when it’s being purified, the process involves removing unwanted contaminates or components at a base level.” he tilted his head. “The finished product comes out looking fine, but then it leaves a very thick, sticky slime on the insides of the machines that has to be cleaned out.” He grimaced. “I really preferred the work of extracting the raw stuff from the spring. It was really hard and labor intensive but at least it wasn’t slime.”

Isaac found himself grinning. “I was much the same with the cows. I detested mucking out the barn, so much so that I would prefer to do twice my share of the milking. That was dull work, but at least I could plan out blueprints for my projects in my head while I worked.”

Bulkhead found himself humming softly. “I liked the farm. I would have been happy there, I think. But…”

“It wasn’t what you wanted to do with your life.”

He grinned. “Yeah.” he paused. “I do miss the songs, though. And my brother, though Breakdown is probably annoyed that I missed so many calls. I miss my creators too.” he frowned. “I hope they don’t think I’ve offlined. I was in stasis for a while.”

Isaac softened, sighing and feeling something fond well up in his chest. “I’m sure they held out hope. Speaking as a parent…well, I don’t think I’d ever stop hoping if Sari were to go missing.”

Bulkhead glanced up, then smiled faintly. “Thanks, Professor.”

“You mentioned something about songs?” he asked with a smile in return, hoping to shift to topic in order to cheer up the green bot.

“Yeah!” Bulkhead brightened. “My creators had old songs that were passed down from their creators, and that they taught us. Whenever we were all working together we’d sing!” he seemed fond as he recalled the memories. “It was always really nice. When we were singing, I almost wouldn’t mind cleaning duty.” he shuddered. “Almost.”

Isaac barked a laugh. “I see! My family never had any songs, but we had recipes we shared and cooked together. We would all make dinner together after a hard day’s work. Those were my favorite moments of the day.” he sighed.

“Your parents must be proud of how far you’ve come.” Bulkhead mused.

Isaac smiled sadly. “They’re dead, Bulkhead.”

“Oh…” he reset his vocalizer. “I’m sorry.”

The human sighed. “It is alright. I have had time to mourn and grieve. And you are right. They were very proud. My father was proud even when I left the farm. He was happy to see me trying to pursue a better life. My mother was disappointed that I would not carry on the family legacy.” he sighed and tilted his head up. “But she did come to terms with it. In the end, she was happy for me and proud of all I’d accomplished.” He glanced at the Autobot, considering. “I own the farm now, though I no longer work there and I have far fewer cows. One of my cousins stays there when I am not to take care of the few cows there are, and I return with Sari during holidays sometimes.” he shot Bulkhead a warm grin. “In fact, I was going to bring her there again for the upcoming Fourth of July. Perhaps…you would like to come as well? I can show you life on a human farm in person.” he offered.

Bulkhead almost seemed to vibrate with glee at the prospect. “I’d like that a lot, Professor! And hey, if you’re ever on Cybertron, I’ll show you may farm!” he said brightly.

Isaac laughed, loud and free. He doubted that he’d ever see the alien planet, but the sentiment was still very nice. “I’d like that very much, Bulkhead. Thank you.”

Just then, he heard the sound of approaching engines, and when he looked towards the door he realized he could see the sun setting. Goodness, he and Bulkhead had been talking for hours. As the other bots stopped and transformed, Sari hopped out of Bumblebee before he did so and froze when she saw her father.

“Uh, hiiiiii, dad!” she squeaked.

Isaac sighed. “Sari, you should have told me where you were going! I was worried about you!” he scolded. “Come, we’re returning home. It’s getting late and I have the feeling you haven’t had proper food all day.” he said.

“But dad-!”

“No buts! The car is outside. Go, please.”

She groaned and grumbled, but after a quick goodbye to the others she obeyed.

Isaac turned to Bulkhead, smiling. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, Bulkhead. I enjoyed it.”

Bulkhead, for his part, merely beamed in response. “You’re welcome! I had a lot of fun! It was great to learn more about you, Professor Sumdac!”

Isaac smiled. “Please, Bulkhead. You can call me Isaac.” he said warmly.

The Autobot blinked a few times, and before smiling even more brightly. “Right. Isaac.”

Isaac grinned in response. The young bot’s joy was positively infectious. “I would enjoy talking further another time, Bulkhead. For now, I must take my leave. Goodnight!” he said, before walking out the door.

Bulkhead waved. “Goodnight, Isaac!” he called.

When the sounds of the human car had faded into nothing, Bulkhead turned to find everyone else staring at him. He smiled at his teammates, standing from his seat. “Hey guys! Did you have a good day?” he asked. Then he realized he had forgotten his painting. “Awe, scrap. You can tell me about it later! I have to go!” And then he was gone, hurrying to see if his art couldn’t be saved.

Even if it couldn’t, he didn’t mind. He’d gained a new friend today, and that was worth a thousand paintings in his optics.

Back in the main room, Bumblee could only stare after his friend. “Uhhh…what was that all about?”

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And there it is! I hope you liked it! I gave Bulkhead a family because I wanted to, and yes his big brother is Breakdown. That means his brother-in-law is Knock Out. Ratchet is horrified when he learns this. Roadbuster and Beachcomber are very worried for their youngest. They were told he’s dead but like Isaac said, a parent never stops hoping. The team is currently very confused about what they just witnessed.

Also, poor Ratchet. Sari will never let go of her blackmail on him. How does a child get blackmail on a millions-of-years-old giant alien robot? It’s Sari. You could tell me she convinced Megatron to agree to peace purely by annoying him and I’d believe you. I love her. :D Anyway.

Until next time, folks!

#silkling request fics #request fic #tfa #transformers animated #tfa bulkhead #bulkhead #isaac sumdac #Professor Sumdac and bulkhead bond!#they’re both farm boys at heart!#Breakdown is mentioned #he’s bulkheads brother #friendship!#also please forgive my copious use of personal headcnons in this #bulkhead is a sweetie!#he’s just baby #maccadam

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durotoswrites · 3 years

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For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.

#ask games #writing #jake-marshall

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You plan on making poly headcanons? Id love to read them

Heck yee, I love poly ships >w< Tbh, the way I see it, even as a harem, there are some pretty distinct smaller groupings. A bunch of em…. Hmmm… I’ll make a list with my thoughts on each. Just plz keep in mind, for the MC ships, I’ll explain more the relationship between the named characters than with them because… MCS are just so varied, I cant account for everyone and how they’d be. And if I do bring em up, it’s based on what I like in my MCs lol <w< Or what I think would mesh the best.

- Diavolo/Lucifer/Barbaratos: Yee I ship these council goons. Their friendship is so cute, especially how both Lucifer and Barbaratos have a soft spot and give in to Diavolo’s antics uwu Like, I swear, anytime one of them tells Diavolo no to something, the other will help enable him anyways. I’m a sucker for ‘touch starved/needy Diavolo’ too, so I like to imagine the three’s relationship starting as professional with the occasional moments of showing they care, but once they get closer and Diavolo confesses (particularly to Lucifer) about his insecurity in feeling alone, their level of touchy-feely-ness will gradually increase… behind closed doors that is. Barbaratos has no shame in his affections being public, he likes making Diavolo happy, but Lucifer is hesitant to make their relationship known. He’d rather keep up appearances, and Diavolo doesn’t want to ask too much of him, so this is their compromise.

- Asmodeus/Solomon/MC: Ahahaha look v-v I am not much of an Asmo fan. But I can see his appeal, and I do like the Solomon/Asmodeus ship. That said, how their poly ship can work depends entirely on the MC (tho that’s a given with how different MCs can be lol). Asmodeus is sure to love having two powerful humans be in control of him, even flaunting it as a sort of status symbol. And he’d most definitely act like a brat. I don’t see Solomon as being one to give into Asmo as much as he’d want someone to, so I can imagine this scenario being common, lol:

Asmo going to Solomon for whatever reason. Solomon is busy/distracted and keeps brushing off Asmo’s attempts to get his attention. Asmo gets HUFFY and storms to MC to demand attention from them instead.

Basically, MC would have to bear the brunt of Asmo’s needs lol. Solomon won’t always be so obtuse, but he’s just not as inclined to emotional stuff.

- Solomon/Simeon/Luke: Love their dynamic. Just friends looking out for each other <3 I can especially imagine them in domestic situations. Their dissing Solomon’s cooking? Solomon’s and Simeon’s shared custody of keeping Luke from trouble? <3 <3 <3 Bonus, heres a scenario I like:

Luke being a ‘helicopter parent’ to Solomon’s annoyance when he gets super into a project. Bringing him snacks, tidying up his workspace, sending him texts to remind him of stuff he needs to do. All the while scolding him for not taking better care of himself, but secretly feeling happy that he is needed. Simeon helps take care of Solomon too, but not to the extent that Luke does. He’s better at watching from the sidelines, amused at Luke hauling a semi-conscious Solomon from bed to get a proper breakfast.

- Belphegor/Beelzebub/MC: >-> Here’s a bit of a rant. It’s no secret I hate Belphie. No hate to Belphie lovers, y’all are great and free to love who you love, my gripe is just with how little the story did to redeem him to us. Anyways, my hate for him extended so much that it affected my love for Beel too ;o; See, before his return, I LOVED Beel. He was cutting it close with Mammon in being my favorite. He’s such a wholesome boi full of love for his family <3 But with Belphie’s return… loving Beel and hating Belph is just not good for him.It’d never work. They are a package deal. The closest of the brothers. Of course all your time with Beel or Belph would be spent with the other as well. Even Belph tells you that in his dream scenario, he’d run away with you and Beel and live happily together. They are already set on loving one person together, that’s just how it is -w-“

- Lucifer/Mammon/MC: Mammon is Lucifer’s favorite brother. In particular, people note that he finds Mammon to be cute. Weeeeeellllllllllll, here’s a bit of tmi for my take on my MC, the reason they dislike Lucifer is because his personality is a bit like theirs too, with some key differences. And of course, that being the case…. Mammon is their favorite too. So, the way I see this is, both Lucifer and MC sharing Mammon. Lucifer scolds him, MC comforts and enables him, Lucifer tries but can’t stop MC, and the song and dance continues. <3

- Leviathan/MC/Mammon: Listen, the beef these two had is the first thing you’re thrown into and I find it hilarious in retrospect. Levi does not like you, and only approaches you to use you to get back at Mammon. This makes Mammon the first to form a contract with you, and later, become your first genuine friend out of the brothers. The first to care uwu Then, WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE and Levi has grown to like you, his dialogue about you preferring Mammon? “Is it because he was your first?” Motherfucker, you could’ve been the first if you weren’t so up your ass in calling me ‘Normie Trash’ X,D Jealous shit. But it’s cute in a way. His rivalry with Mammon, their bickering. Both vying for MC’s attention, calling out each other’s bs, later having moments of defending the other when shit gets too far or others attack em, it’s entertaining to me.

- Asmodeus/MC/Beelzebub: I’ll keep this one short. I can see this solely because Asmo has, on multiple occasions, spoken of his interest in Beel. To be FAIR, Asmo would form a polyship with ANY of his brothers, lol, just typing this one in particular for that reason.

- Beelzebub/MC/Luke: Absolutely wholesome. Adorable. I feel that out of all the brothers, Luke has the best relationship with Beel. I’d love to see them interact more -w- (I am on Lesson 29). As it stands, I’m jumping into headcannon territory straight up lol:

MC and Luke get close first. Luke is the first person to have reached out to MC with good intentions (which compared to the brother’s hostile initial meetings, is a HUGE relief), and since MC respects and does not tease Luke, he attaches to them like a puppy. Beel and them grow close too with the reveal of the family history, and Beel generally feeling at ease with both people. Can you picture Beel feeling drowsy, draped over Luke as he studies and finding the scent of baked goods and vanilla coming from him comforting? Cuz I can -/w/- Hella cute. Luke IS pushy, and Beel finds it annoying at times. They’d have arguments, and initially, Beel would subconsciously make Luke feel threatened with his size and temper, but with the help of MC interfering, he’d be more mindful of it in the future. With the curbing of Beel’s temper, Luke would also learn to feel more comfortable around him, and ALSO with MC’s interference, he’d be more mindful of his nagging nature. All in all, their arguments would lead to them feeling huffy the next day and giving the other the silent treatment… but then after a while, Luke would bake too much of something and aaah, he GUESSES Beel could have some since it just so happens to be his FAVORITE… and they’d be back to snuggling. Bleeh.

Aight, so that was the list <3 I’m open to others, and if you’d like any more specifics on any you are free to send me more asks! Just that these were the ones I could think of immediately and distinctly. To be fair, MC could be added to any of the ships I have without em, but as stated before, it’s hard to characterize MC as anything other than what I like uwu So I’ll refrain from doing so unless it’s specified as such. My MC, Boo <3 Thank you for the ask!

#obey me writing #obey me headcanons #Obey me #obey me mc #Obey me lucifer #Obey me diavolo #Obey me barbaratos #Obey me leviathan #Obey me mammon #Obey me beelzebub #Obey me belphagor #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me satan #Ask #Om mc #Poly ships #Idk any ship names and if anyone can tell me em #ID APPRECIATE IT #Ty ty

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katefiction · 3 years

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William and Catherine

by fanoffiction / 2011-2013

Chapters 9-17 below. Earlier chapters are not available.

Chapter 9

William took the familiar drive from St. James Palace to Kate’s flat. He was thinking about the last few months and how their relationship was going great. Kate was getting more comfortable about talking to William and vise versa. William also wanted her to spend more time with his family so she could understand him better and what his life is really like. There was no rush and no pressure. He didn’t want to end up like his parents. It had been almost 3 weeks since he saw Kate. As he got out of the car and headed to the flat he rubbed his face and wondered if she would like it or hate it.

Kate opened the door and her eyes almost popped out of her head. She hugged him as he gave her a big hug and lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. William headed to the bedroom without any hesitation. Kate tried to unwrap her legs but William was not letting her get down as he held her legs close to his body and kissed her neck. Kate pleated in his ear, “Wills, let me down please.” William kept walking and looked up into her eyes. Kate knew that look and he was not going to let her go. William said, “Hi, I missed you, I love you, I need you, and I want you.” He let her down on the bed and took off his jacket and shoes. Kate looked up at him and smirked she noticed the hair on his face and smirked but didn’t say a word, she didn’t care at that point, he was here. He kissed her and she started to giggle as his whiskers tickled her. Kate unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as he kissed down her neck and she was trying to control her giggles as his whiskers tickled her once again. William sat up and said, “What is so funny?” Kate looked at him with a look of confusion and said, “its your manly hair you have grown on your face that is tickling me.” William said, “so you don’t like it?” Kate said, “no its not that its just I’m not use to it and it tickles.” William said, “do you want me to shave it?” Kate smiled and said, “no, I’ll try anything once, besides this could be fun.” William tickled her and started to rub his face all over Kate to make her giggle. He missed the sound of her laugh.

William was enjoying Christmas with his family but he kept wondering what Kate was doing and how her Christmas was going. He already texted her 3 times in the past hour. He was trying to get hints out of her about his present. She was not giving in, she new exactly what he was trying to do and it wasn’t going to work. His grandmother came up to him and said, William what are you doing. William said, “sorry just texting Kate about New Year’s Eve Party.” She said, “o, how are things going?” William said, “good”. She asked “what does Kate think about your beard?” William says, “she doesn’t mind it, but she thinks I am compensating for lack of hair on my head.” She laughs and says, “William no woman likes facial hair it tickles.” William was in shock and finally said “really thanks for the advise.” She replied, “she must really love you.”

Kate headed to the party and was excited to see William they had a few hours alone together before anyone else got there. Kate walked up to the room they shared when they stayed there together. She opened the door and saw tons of flowers and candles. William had presents sitting on the bed and was hiding behind the door when she opened it. He reached from behind her and said “Merry Christmas.” She turned and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. She pulled away and said, “Merry Christmas to you too.” She gasped and said, “you shaved.” He smiled and said, “Happy New Year.” She smiled and giggled then started kissing him all over his clean shaven face, then said, “do you want one of your presents right know.” She started to take her shoes off and unbutton her shirt. Williams eye lit up and said, “uh yea.”

As they laid in bed William asked “so how did you really feel about my beard?” Kate hesitated, “well at first, I wasn’t too sure it tickled me, then it was kinda fun, but to be honest I think I like you clean shaven better, but if you like it I could live with it.” William smiled and kissed the top of her head, it was the answer he was hoping for. William said, “OK, you need to open this present first and they all sort of go together so be patient.” Kate smiled and said, “OK” Kate opened the first present, it was a huge binder and the outside read “How to be Princess”, she opened it up and saw empty page and looked at Wills. William said “you remember how we have been talking about doing this our way well, I think we should write down all the stuff that works and doesn’t work, you know kinda like a guide or a journal of how to handle all this stuff.” Kate was still looking down. William continued and said, “you don’t like it?” Kate looked up and quickly said, “no, I love it, it’s a great idea, but… no rush, no pressure right? William smiled and said, “Right.”

William handed her another package, she opened it, it was a smaller binder with William schedule for the next year. William said, “this is my tentative schedule for the next year, look its all color coded, Have to royal duties are in red, Charities are in blue, Military training is in green, personal stuff is in purple, orange and yellow.” Kate looked at it and asked what some of the abbreviations meant, “what is OH?” William said, “ Office hours.” Kate asked, “FW?” He replied, “friend or family wedding.” Kate asked giggling“MM, is that your chocolate fix?” William giggled and said, “sort of MM stands for Miss Middleton.” Kate blushed and said, “Wow, I made Prince Williams schedule…, do you really schedule time with me? William said, “no, its not like that, when we got back together last year, Jaime and I talked about not pushing you out of my life and making time for you so we need a way to keep in stone our plans. William saw that Kate was confused so he continued, “See before Jaime only handled my public, military and family schedule and I did my private one. So he came up with the abbreviations and color coding to keep it organized.” “Trust me this works so much better, its not like if you are not on the schedule I can’t spend time with you.” William handed her another box and it was big. She opened another it was a box of DVD’s, she started reading the covers. They were royal engagements of his family from the past 40 plus years, his grandparents, his parents, aunts, uncles, Harry and himself. William said, “I think we should start watching these together.” Kate smiled and said, “you will do just about anything for a chance to watch TV won’t you.” William laughed because he knew she was right. He handed her the last box, it was small and wrapped in beautiful red and green paper with a white bow. Kate upwrapped the box and then opened the box and found a set of keys, she was confused. William said, “O, part of your present isn’t quite ready yet but those keys go to it, so when it is ready I will show it to you, OK.” Kate smiled and said, “thank you I love my presents, and I love you.” Kate ran and got her presents and William ripped them all open like he was a kid again.

Chapter 10

The new year brought a new outlook for the future. William was excited about his search and rescue pilot training. He loved flying helicopters and a chance to actually have a real job and having the ability to help someone was exciting. William also knew that Kate worried about him, training was dangerous but especially flying helicopters. He needed to stay focus on flying and not about how Kate was feeling. This was hard, but if he didn’t the unthinkable could happen.

Kate started the new year with another birthday and the keys that William got her were to a new car. Part was a Christmas present, part was a birthday present. It was to drive and meet William on weekends during his training. Kate again had added more duties to her job and was busy again. She often wondered if her parents kept her busy to keep her mind off William and his dangerous training. Either way it worked, at least for a while.

By April they had a schedule worked out and spent as much time as possible together. William was leaving a lecture ready to begin a training exercise when some of the guys started joking around about the weekend they had with their girls. Some were married and some had girlfriends and some just had a girl. He laughed and responded with a joke of his own. All the guys hesitated and then looked at each as if they were all shocked that he was so normal, then after a long silence, they all laughed together.

William headed out to the helicopter and was thinking about the past weekend with Kate, it was great, he loved her so much. The exercise was almost done and then he started to think about Kate. The instuctor took over the helicopter as William was in a trance. He asked if he was Ok, and with a confused and worried face he said, “yes of course”. The instructor took the heli back to base. As they shut down he instructed William to hit the showers and then come to his office. William new this was not good, as he got back to his quarters he noticed he had a text from Kate. “I had a great time this weekend, hope training is going well, and keep save, love you.” He sat down on the bed and rubbed his head, thinking how can I keep save if I can’t focus. William texted Kate back and said, “Training is not going good, I am going to stay next weekend to work on few exercises.”

William walked into the office knowing what was about to come. The instructor asked him to close the door and have a seat. The instructor said “So William it has been about 16 weeks since you entered the program correct.” “Yes, sir.” He continued, “so tell me how do you think you are doing?” “I really like flying, but today sir, I am not sure what happened, I lost focus.” The instructor said, “No that’s OK, its good that it happened know rather than later.” William was confused and said, “What, what do you mean, you knew I was losing focus?” The instructor explained, “don’t worry it happens to everybody, or at least the good pilots, see I think to be a good pilot you have to have a moment if you will, of lack of control. A lot of pilots will say that everytime there mind wonders they remember that first moment and how it felt. For some reason it makes them focus better, to be honest I am quite impressed that you have lasted this long without losing focus, I am sure you have lots of distractions.” William was silent and had his eyes fixed on his instructors pen holder. The instructor continued “look William I am going to give you a piece of advise my instructor gave me, find someone who you trust and can talk to about this sort of stuff, someone not on base. A family member, friend, but also make sure they can handle the stuff that you tell them and its not going to hurt your relationship.” William shook his head and headed out of the office and back to his quarters.

Kate was running errands and saw the text from William she was confused, was he hurt, did he hurt someone else, why didn’t he say love you. Kate finished her errands and headed back to her parents for the night. Her mom was out of town for a few days and it was just her and her dad. Kate was at her computer when her father walked in, he went upstairs to change and then asked Kate if she wanted to go to the pub for dinner. She agreed. Mike new there was something wrong with Kate. After ordering Mike asked, “so are you going to tell me what is bothering you or are you going to make me quess?” Kate smiled and said, “I am not sure what it is, William and I had a great weekend, and I texted him and he texted back that he was staying on base this weekend to practice.” Mike said, “and what is wrong with that, look Kate fly is hard work and takes lots of practice, and if he doesn’t practice then well he could get hurt.” Kate had worried on her face, “I know that, and that scares me, but it was the way he said it, something is wrong and I can’t talk to him, to help him, he pushed me away when he should be talking to me.” Mike laughed and said, “Kate he needs to focus on flying.” “He needs to separate his private life, from flying if not he can lose focus.” “Look Kate I need to tell you something but you need to hear me out and I am only telling you this because I love you very much.”

“I was actually shocked when you told us about dating William and I didn’t really like it, but I saw how happy you were and how you too looked at each other.” “I don’t want you in the media, I want you to have a good life, I want you to be successful, I judged William on his family not on his own merits.” “However, over the years I have realized its not about what I want anymore for you, its about what you want.” “When you two broke up William came to see me about making a formal complaint, he said something and I am not sure he if knew he said it. Kate said, “what did he say?” He said, “when I get Kate back, not if.” “I knew he was really serious about you then and if two really loved each other you would find a way back to each other.” “The same is here, you have to work thru this together, support a loved one in the military is hard and it has to take a back seat to ensure there safety.” Kate new her father was right.

As Kate got ready for bed she stared at her phone wondering what to do, she picked it up about 4 times before putting it down, finally on the fifth time she said to herself just do it. Kate wrote a text to William, “OK, focus on your training, stay safe, I love you.” Kate plugged her phone in and went to bed.

William heard his phone beep and he debated to weather or not check to see who it was. He finally picked it up, it was Harry. He answered, “Hi Harry” Hi Wills.” How’s it going?” Harry you have great timing.” Harry said, “why what is wrong?” William said, “well I was in an exercise today and I lost focus.” Harry said, “what were you thinking about? William hesitated “I was thinking about Kate.” Harry said, “Have you talked to her about it?” William said, “no, she is the reason why I lost focus, Harry are you even listening?” Harry said, “yes, I am and most men who get hurt say they aren’t focus because they weren’t honest and truthful with their girl.” “You need to tell Kate what is going on, trust me Wills.” “Guys I have talked to tell me they feel a lot better after they talk it out, plus it makes for a better relationship, girls love that stuff.” William thanked Harry for the advice and hung up. Just as he was about to put his phone down he saw he had a message, it was from Kate, he thought she would be upset that they would not be seeing each other this weekend. He read the text and was amazed, maybe Kate was the person he could trust and confide in about his fears, all of his fears. William sent a message back, “Thank you for your support it means the world to me, I love you too.”

Chapter 11

Time was starting to move quickly, Spring was here and Summer was just around the corner. This usually meant more royal duties, vacations and of course Polo matches. It had been so long since William and Kate had spent any time alone together. The last time they saw each other it was only a couple of hours at her parents’ house. They didn’t have much alone time but at least they got to see each other. They were talking almost every night since they couldn’t see each other, flirting on the phone could only go so far but it was fun and exciting.

William was rushing out of the base to attend a polo match, he gathered all of his stuff and headed out. As he got to the match he finished getting dress and started looking for his boots. Harry started to laugh and said, “you forget them didn’t you?” William walked away rubbed his head and let out a frustrated moan. William said “Harry what am I going to do, do you think anybody has extra boots?” Harry laughed, “not in your size big guy.” “Where are they anyways?” William was thinking about were they were. He finally said, “they are at the apartment.” Harry said, “call Kate, she can pick them up on her way.” William said, “she can’t come today, she has to work.” William was thinking who he could call to get his boots, a lot of people he knew were already at the match or on their way. He had to think fast, his phone began to ring, it was Kate. William answered saying, “Hello.” “Kate I’m sorry I can’t talk I forgot my boots, and I have to find someone to bring them to me.” “OK, I will call you back.” Kate interrupted and said, “Wait, I am coming to the match, my meeting got cancelled.” “Wear are your boots?” William said, “I love you, they are in my closet on the left at the apartment. I love you .” Kate said, “yes, I know you already said that.” “I should be there in about 45 minutes or so OK?” William smiled and said, “thank you, how much is this going to cost me? Kate laughed and said, “we can settle up later big Willie.” William replied, “oh I might actually like paying for this.” Harry was shaking his head in the back ground wishing not to hear any of this conversation.

Kate made her way into the apartment and headed back downstairs to her car. As she went out the door she saw a car pull up and started to slow down. The window came down and Kate was wondering who it was, she thought everyone else was at the polo match. As the car got closer she heard a familiar voice. “Why hello Miss Middleton.” “Aren’t those boots too big for you?” Kate smiled and giggle out of nerves, “yes, they are, William forgot them for his match today.” He replied looking at his watch, “well you better get going I am sure William is already pacing.” Kate thanked him and she was off.

William was ready to go except for his boots, thankfully he was able to do warm ups with his shoes he had, but it just didn’t feel right let alone look silly. Harry rode by about 10 times with some smart comment about his attire. Finally, Kate pulled up and started to call William on his phone when Jaime found her and motioned her over. Kate put her head down and hurried over to the tent as she opened it she found William pacing. He was so nervous about his boots, it was so adorable she just watched him for a split second before she said, “William here are you boots, special delivery.” William looked up he didn’t even notice the boots, he saw Kate’s eyes and face, he missed her so much. He ws not use to kissing William in public and started to pull away a little, William deepened the kiss and pulled her even closer. William opened his eyes and saw wonderful kind,beautiful and caring person. William said, “Thank you” Kate said, “Wow, you must of really wanted those boots.” William started to put the boots on and said, “you have no idea, but that was not your payment, that was because I missed you.” Kate smiled and said, “aww, I missed you too.” Harry was standing in the doorway, “would you two love birds hurry up, we have a match to play.” Kate wished them both good luck and headed to the stands to watch.

After the match William and Kate drove back to London together. They were catching up on everything that they could not talk about on the phone, plus they were flirting with each other. As Kate opened her apartment she heard William’s boats hit the floor. She turned and saw William smiling and giving her a smirk. Kate said, “O no, you still owe me payment for delivering your boots.” William started to walk closer to her and said “Yes, I am prepared to pay my bill, but can I get on a payment plan, you know a little now a little later, and later. Kate was smiling and laughing at William’s attempt to flirt.

William was starting get undress and kiss Kate down the neck. Pippa came out from her room. She said “Wow, that was quick.” Kate pushed William away and they both looked up. William was a bit confused. Kate said, “OK now its time to settle up mister follow me.” William was a little terrified what was about to happen. As he entered into Pippa’s room he realized they needed help. William smiled and pointed, so this is… Kate was shaking her head yes and smiling. William said, “OK.”

Kate made them all dinner and had brought it into Pippa’s room so they could finish putting together a computer desk. After 3 nights of running to the hardware store to get all the tools to put it together, they were finally finished. Pippa thanked them both and said, “well I am off to the movies and guys can continue to whatever you were doing earlier, I won’t be back till later we are going for drinks after.”

Kate was looking at the desk and said, “um, Big Willie, I think your craftsmanship could use some work, it looks a little crooked.” William replied and said, “well we can take it apart and start over again, but that might take all night, won’t you rather be doing something else instead.” Kate looked at William trying not to smile, “why what else do we have to do tonight.” William was done with the flirting and started to take off his clothes and said, “well actually I smell and I need to shower, so your coming with me.”

Kate was staring at William taking off his clothes and started to smile with joy. William chased Kate around the apartment until she let him catch her. She loved showering with William.

Chapter 12

Kate finished putting on her make up and saw William out of the corner of her eye. She new he was coming over to kiss her and put his arm around her, and maybe he even had a sarcastic comment to attempt flirting. He had done it a hundred times before. But, what she didn’t expect was a conversation that he started.

William came up behind her and had a smile on his face, he put his arm around her and kissed her on her cheek, he said, “you look beautiful.” “I am going to miss you next week.” Kate looked back at him in the mirror and said with a half smile “I am going to miss you too, but its just 10 days, I’ll see you when you get back we have a wedding that Saturday remember?” William said, “yes, I remember.” “Kate I want to ask you something and there is no pressure or rush but I was just thinking, how do you feel about tours?” Kate was confused and asked “what do you mean tours, you going away, I know its something you have to do, and you always seem to enjoy them and meet new and different people.” William said, “yes, but I mean for you, is it something you can see yourself doing someday.” Kate was done with her make up and turned to look at William with a nervous look. The silence seemed to be filling the air and kept getting longer, finally, Kate said, “to be honest I have never really thought about it, but I understand the concept and why you do it.” William said, “this is my life and it will always be my life so you really need to start thinking about this sort of stuff and if you can handle it, or want to do it, OK?” Kate new what he meant and said, “yes, I will start to think about it and… “ There was a knock on the door, a familiar voice, “Are you two ready yet? William gave Kate a quick kiss and said, “yes, Harry we are ready we will be right out.”

As Kate sat for dinner the thoughts of the conversation in the bathroom were coming back to her. She quickly came out of her trance as William’s father asked her about her parents. As she engaged in conversation over dinner they laughed and talked about what has been going on in each of their lives. She had become more and more comfortable each time she spent time with William’s family. After dinner they said goodnight and went back to their rooms. Harry, William and Kate headed back to the apartment. Harry asked if they were going out, and if they wanted to come, William quickly answered, “no I think I am going to stay in tonight, I have a long week ahead of me.” Harry turned to Kate and asked her, she looked at William and said, “no, I think I will stay in as well, thank you though Harry.”

William got back to his room and turned to Kate and said, “you know you can go out with Harry if you want you don’t have to stay with me, I know how much you love to dance.” Kate walked over to William and started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt as she said, “yes, I do love to dance, but I love you more, and I want to spend time with you.” William knew what Kate was applying and he loved the fact that she wanted him and how she told him she loved him, but more than that he loved how she showed him how much she loved him.

Kate laid on William’s chest and sighed at the warmth of William’s body and his soft touch, he always stroked her back softly while they were cuddling. It was the little things that made her fall in love with William and those little things still made her love him as well. Mourning came quickly and they said there goodbyes. William left for his tour and Kate headed to her parents she was going to spend a few days working in the office helping out her parents.

Kate got home the first night and put in one of the videos for a tour from his parents. Kate watched it and soon began to cry, thinking to herself, what am I doing, if she couldn’t do this, I can’t do it. A knock came at the door, Kate wiped her face and tried to compose herself and then said, “come in.” Kate saw it was her dad and they locked eyes and Kate began to cry again. He sat on the bed with his daughter and hugged her and asked “Kate sweetie, what is wrong.” Kate turned the TV back on and said “this.” Mike looked with a sadden face and said, “why are you watching this if its going to upset you?” Kate explained William’s Christmas presents to her and she watched this video because William had asked how she felt about tours, so she decided to watch a video to get a better idea. Her father hugged her again as she began to cry again.

Her father said, “you know Kate you and William are not his parents, she was really young when they got married and they didn’t know each other very long before they got married.” “You and William have to figure this out yourselves, I know you love William and he loves you but he is right you both need to look at this as more than just a personal relationship.” Kate was confused, “What do you mean?” Her dad explained, “ He will always have a public life and if you get married you will also be in the public life, I think he wants to make sure you are willing to do that and are ready for it.” “I think you already know supporting William in his military career is part of him, but supporting his royal duties and the future King of England is different and a lot more demanding.” “I think that his mother was not ready for that and he wants to make sure that you are.” Her father looked thru the tapes and found a different video, he turned it on and they watched a few minutes. He looked at his daughter and said, “see its not all bad, tours I am sure are demanding with everyone shouting your name and yelling, shaking hands, planting trees, unveiling plaques, visiting with people.” “But also being in that position you can do so much as well, for the good.”

Her father said, “look Kate, I don’t want what happened to William’s mother to happen to you, and I would prefer you not to marry a prince, but just some regular guy you are in love with.” “I just want you to be happy.” Kate smiled and said, “Dad, William is just a regular guy to me, he does make me happy and I do love him.” “I can totally see us having a life together, its just that I am not sure if I will be very good at all the other stuff.” Her father laughed a little and said, “Kate you really need to have confidence in yourself, you have accomplished so much already with work and charities, you have great friends and you have a wonderful gift of kindness and caring for others.” We all see this, but you have to see it as well.” Kate was shocked by all the kind words that were easily flowing out of her father and said, “thank you daddy.”

Kate finished up work and headed back to London she had a dinner party to attend the next night and she had to get ready. As she was laying out her clothes she noticed she was missing the shoes she needed to match her dress. She realized the last time she wore them was dinner at Clarence House a few days back, they must be still there. She rang Harry to see if it was OK, to stop by the apartment to pick them up. As he answered Kate her a lower voice than usually so she said, “Harry is that you?” He answered, “yah, its me, I am sick, I have a bad cold.” Kate replied, “O I am sorry to bother you but I left a pair of shoes there the other night do you think it will be OK if I come over and pick them up?” Harry said, “yea, no problem.” Kate said, “Thanks, do you need anything while I am on my way over?” Harry replied, “yes, actually I am out of medicine, thanks.”

As Kate walked in she noticed Harry had some old soup cans open and crumbs from toast all over. She knocked on Harry’s door and he answered in his pajamas, Kate took one look at him and said, “Harry why don’t you get in the shower, and change your clothes, I’ll make you some soup.” Harry tried to say something, but Kate turned him around and pointed to the shower and said, “you are just as stubborn as your brother, now march.”

Kate made some fresh soup and put it on a tray with some OJ, water, cough drops, medicine, tissues, and movies from William’s room. Kate knocked and Harry said, “come in.” Kate saw he was showered and had fresh PJ’s on. She set the tray down on the table and showed him what she had. Harry thanked her and said “Wow, this is great thanks, but you didn’t have to do all this.” Kate replied, “Harry don’t take this the wrong way but you look like crap and if you are anything like your brother your helpless when your sick.” Harry laughed and said, “yea, your absolutely right.” Kate said, “well I have to get going, I have dinner plans tonight.” “Let me know if you need anything in the next couple of days, I have a couple of meetings in town this week so I am working from my apartment.” Harry replied, “OK, I will, thanks Kate.” Kate replied, “no problem, feel better.”

William called Kate on the plane and she was running late, they were suppose to meet up at Clarence House, but she had a meeting that ran late. William walked into the apartment and found Harry packing his bags to head back to training. They had a quick chat and then said there goodbyes, on his way out Harry said, “O thank Kate again for me for the other day.” William was confused, “what are you talking about?” Harry answered, “O she came over and took care of me when I was sick last week, she is a really good nurse.” William had a smile on his face and nodded his head “yes Harry, she is a very good nurse.” William was proud of Kate for helping Harry.

Chapter 13

The summer had came and went and a week in September had already gone by. William was busy with training and planning his next step towards a real job and a normal life. He new that he wanted to have privacy with Kate but also to be safe. Kate was given even more responsibility at work since her parents had decided to do some traveling that fall. She had moved a lot of her stuff back home since she would be spending so much time their.

Kate was leaving work and her phone rang, she saw it was Will. Kate started to drive home back to her parents house and continued to talk to William on the phone. As she got to the house and opened the door she realized that the door was unlocked, had she forgotten to lock it this morning. She stepped back and realized there were cars in the driveway, they weren’t her parents or Pippa’s or James’. She said “Will, I think somebody is in the house….” William replied, “I know come in.” Kate remembered were she had seen the cars before, it was the security officers. Kate walked in the house set her stuff down and could smell something cooking in the kitchen. As she headed towards the kitchen she noticed the table was set for two, candles lit and flowers.

William looked up from cooking and saw Kate with a huge smile on her face. Kate walked over to him slowly and said, “William are you trying to impress me again with your cooking?” William giggled and said, “actually no, I wanted to surprise you since we haven’t been able to spend to much time alone lately.” “Then I realized that after work you would probably be hungry, so I was going to take you out, but then realized that we wouldn’t be really alone, then I thought about take out, but there is not many choices and I didn’t really feel like it, so I stopped and got a few things.” Kate put her hand on William’s back and realized he was rambling and was trying to tell her something, “William what’s up?” William stopped cooking and looked at Kate and put his arms around her and said, “Nothing, I came over to see my beautiful girlfriend and spend some quality time with her.” Kate simply replied, “William?” William plated the food and said, “lets eat I am hungry.” “I do have something to talk to you about, my father called this morning and asked if we could come and visit him while on holiday.” Kate said, “Wills, this just isn’t a good time with my parents gone, I just can’t leave.” William said, “yes, I know, but my father said we can come anytime, even if its just for a short time. He wants you to be around the family so they can get to know you better. William took a bite of food and said, “and I want you to get to know them better as well.”

Kate went and got her phone and looked at her schedule for the week and said, “William I am really busy this week, and I have to work Saturday morning as well.” “I have nothing going on Saturday afternoon and Sunday.” William said, “good so will you come?” He was almost begging. Kate said, “Yes, I will, so who is all going to be there?” William replied, “Dad, Camilla, grandma, grandpa, Harry, Bea, Gene, Andrew, Edward, Sophie, Louise, Anne, Tim, Zara, Peter and Aut, and maybe a few others not sure…”

They finished up dinner and did the dishes, William asked if she wanted to watch a movie or just TV. Kate said, “It’s getting late don’t you have to get back to the base?” William smiled and said, “no, I got an overnight pass, because we don’t have PT in the morning.” William was already on the couch flipping thru the channels, he stopped at one of their favorite shows, but realized it was a rerun. Kate leaned over to William and kissed him on cheek and then down his neck, putting her hand in between his shirt buttons. Kate said, “that’s OK, I don’t think I want to watch much TV.” William put down the remote and put his hands on Kate.

William woke up in Kate’s bed and stared at her, he could look at her forever. Kate’s alarm went off and she reached over to turn it off without even opening her eyes. William giggled and said, “did you forget I was here?” Kate said with a smile, “No, I didn’t forget, what time do you have to leave?” William replied, “I have about an hour, are you trying to get rid of me or something?” Kate pulled him for a kiss and a hug and said, “no I am just wondering if we have time for a shower…” William jumped out of bed and started to the bathroom with Kate in hand.

As they finished getting ready William was starring again at Kate and thought, this feels good, this feels right, this is what I want, this is normal. William never thought that having a quite evening in cooking dinner, doing dished, talking, flirting, and making out on the couch, sleeping side by side and getting ready in the morning to go to work would feel so good, so real, so amazing. His heart was filled with joy and so much love. William and Kate said their good byes with a hug and kiss and said, “have a good day at work.”

Chapter 14

Kate had spent a lot of time that fall with William and his family. He got to know them much better and even attended a few public outings with William and Harry. William was wondering what to get Kate for Christmas and for lack of ideas he asked Kate what she wanted. Kate responded by saying that all she wanted was to spend sometime with him at some point over the holidays. Kate asked him the same question and he jokingly said, a helicopter.

On his way back to the base he knew of the perfect gift for Kate, but he would have to do a lot of planning and only had about 2 weeks left till Christmas. William did research if Kate would like it and agree to it. On the other side Kate was obviously not getting William a helicopter, but it did give her a great idea for a gift.

William was about to leave base and head to the countryside to spend the holidays with his family and he realized he didn’t have a pair of dress shoes with him, all he had was sneakers and his military issue boots. He decided to stop by in London to pick them up himself plus he might also get a chance to meet up with Kate before she left. William got his shoes and headed to Kate’s flat, he wanted to make sure she was there and gave her a quick text. After a few minutes he had confirmed she was still at her flat and she had no idea that he was in town. As William headed by a store he got another idea and pulled over quickly and ran in the store to make a quick purchase. He was beaming with a huge smile with anticipating the reaction he was going to see on her face.

Kate was just finishing up some wrapping before she headed out to spend the holidays with her family. She heard a knock on the door and wondered who it was since most of her friends had left to spend the holidays with their families. She peeked to see who it was and she opened the door and said, what are you doing here, I thought you were headed to Sand…. He had pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss before she could finish. He pulled apart and said, “I wanted to give you part of your present now.” William looked down at his chest and so did Kate, she didn’t notice it at first. Kate saw a big bow on William’s chest, he pulled her close again and started to kiss her and put his hands under her shirt. Kate giggled and pulled slightly apart from William and took the bow off his chest and said, “I think you put the bow in the wrong place” She placed just below his belt and said, “it should go here.” They both laughed and shared a passionate kiss.

Christmas was over and William was pacing as he had planned to meet Kate at the base and head to a quiet town in the middle of no where to show her the best present he had gotten her yet. Kate pulled up and William greeted her with a hug and quick kiss, he threw his bag in the car and said, “I’ll drive.” Kate got in the passenger side and was wondering where they were going so she asked, “so where are we going again?” William laughed as he knew how clever Kate could be in trying to find something out. William replied, “it’s a surprise and by the was I never told you.” As they drove they caught up with stories of what when on over Christmas.

Kate noticed they were out in the country and in Anglessey. William turned down a long drive and when he stopped the car, they got out and walked around a bit. They headed inside and William realized he didn’t know how to start the conversation or ask her. He started to ramble about the house from what the realator had told him. Kate opened the frig and noticed that it had all of there favorite foods in it. William had finally stopped rambling about the house and Kate said, “Wills this is perfect, how long are we staying here again?” William smiled and walked towards her and said, “well for right know just two nights, but after I graduate next month, I am going to be transferred here to the RAF Valley in Anglessey.” Kate replied, “Wow, that’s great, but don’t you have to live on base or something.” William replied, “well I could if I wanted to but this is just a 9 month training before I get my operational training assignment but I was thinking about doing it out here since its so isolated and quiet.” “But I want to make sure you would like it out here first, and I know that you like London, but we wouldn’t be here all the time, I will have days off and we can be back in London on those days, and you could work from here just as you do from London. You would have to travel a bit more and….” Kate interrupted and said, “Wills what are you trying to say your jumping all over the place.” William sighed and smiled and said, “Kate Middleton I would love it if you moved out here and live with me in this house….Please.” Kate was starting to smile and said, “William Wales I would love to live with you.”

Kate woke up and found herself in William arms, she slipped out of his grip and went downstairs and made some dinner for her and Wills. She was starving and as the aroma of food made its way upstairs it woke William up. He came downstairs to see Kate in the kitchen cooking. William walked over and asked “did you cook enough for me too, or are you going to make me cook my own?” Kate giggled and said, “yes, I made enough, I was hungry weren’t you?” William said, “yes I was.” Kate got back up just as they sat down to eat. She came back with two presents, and she said, “open this one first.” William looked at the presents and said, “my gift this year is living together again.” Kate smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Kate said again, “come on open this one.” William opened the first package and saw what it was, he had a huge smile on his face. Kate said, “you wanted a helicopter.” William said, “Kate this is amazing I saw this on TV, these things are really cool, but I think it has to charge first.”

After about an hour or so of playing with the toy, William realized he had one more present from Kate. He started to open it, and he noticed it was her diary. William looked up and said, “um do you want me to read this, are you sure, cause this is big, are you sure.” Kate said persistently, “yes, Wills I am sure, I would not have given it to you if I didn’t want you to read it, its just from the past year, I think if this is going to work we have to be completely honest about everything.” Kate started to clean up and do the dishes, William brought the book over and started to read it out loud while he dried and put the dishes away. The first few entries made him laugh, then he read one were Kate wrote about the papps and missing Wills. William leaned over and said, “I miss you too.”

After two days of peace and quiet and getting to know the town a little bit, he was time to head back to London. William said, “I think we should stop by your parents and let them know about us living together.” Kate put her hand to her mouth, and William looked confused and said, “what, what’s wrong.” Kate said, “um, my parents might not like this idea.” “I mean, they like you in all but, I am not sure they realize how serious this is.” William laughed and said, “don’t worry about it, it will be fine.” Kate said, “really how do you know that?” William said, “I just do trust me, relax.” Kate replied, “are you going to tell your father?” William said, “actually he already knows it was he who helped me find the house.” “Kate look at me are you happy about this.” Kate replied without hesitation, “yes, I am.” William said, “then your parents will be happy for you as well because that’s what a family does.”

Chapter 15

Kate was packing up the last of her things that she would need for her over night stay with William. Over the past month they had come up with a schedule between both their work schedules and everything else going on in their lives. Kate would stay with her parents during the week and split time between Angelsy and London on the weekends. She new she could work from home still so it didn’t matter were that was as long as she had a computer. As she pulled up to the house she saw that William was not home yet. She walked in and found a bare and smelly house. William had been there two weeks already off and on and by the looks of the place he had been busy. As she scanned the house to see were the awful smell was coming from she found two culprits, dirty sweaty laundry and the garbage. Kate put a load of laundry in and tidy up the rest, she took the garbage out and put a fresh bag in. She looked in the frig and found a six pack of beer, a carton of milk, jam, peanut butter, bread and leftover pizza. She decided to run to the grocery store to get some supplies and something for dinner.

Kate entered the store and got a ton of supplies, keeping in mind William’s cooking capabilities and busy training schedule. She bought of few candles and cleaning supplies to tidy up the house a bit. As she got home she continued to do laundry, cook some dinner and dessert. William was driving home and a smile crept over his face as he realized that today when he got home Kate would be there. William stepped out of the car and headed in the house. He opened the door to a wonderful aroma of food and burning candles. He looked around and didn’t find Kate, so he called out jokingly “O Mrs. Wales, I’m home.” Kate came down the stairs and in a stern voice said, “follow me Mr. Wales.” William was thinking he was going to get lucky so he bounded up the stairs like a little kid ready to eat cake. However, when he got up stairs she was not in the bedroom, but the bathroom, so he thought shower or tub. William took a peek in with a smile on his face, but when he saw Kate’s face and her hand on her hip he knew she was not thinking what he was. William’s face went from a smirk to concern and was not sure what was wrong or what to say, but he knew she was not happy.

Kate broke the ice first, “Ok, mister come here for your first lesson, she holds up a box of cheerios and takes a few out and puts them in the toilet and says please aim for the center of the cheerios, since you have such trouble hitting the inside of the toilet.” William looked at her and wasn’t sure if she was joking or serious but he decided to just be compliant and say “OK, I think I got it.” He leaned into kiss her and she ignored him and said, “follow me.” William followed her back to the bedroom and pointed to the dresser and said “this is a dresser and is used for clean laundry when your not wearing it, use it by putting the clothes in it, not on top of it as a decoration.” William opened a drawer and noticed she put all of the clothes that had collected on top of his dresser the past two weeks found there way back into the drawers and the dirty ones were clean and put away. Kate checked for understanding as if she was talking to a child, “got it?” William shook his head while still looking at the dresser afraid to make eye contact with her and said, “got it.”

Kate headed out of the bedroom and said, “keep up Wales, lesson 3 is down stairs.” William was starting to wonder what else she had in store for him. Kate headed into the hallway and opened up the closet were the vaccum cleaner was, she pulled it out and said, “if you drop it pick it up, if you spill it wipe it up, if its dirty vaccum it up.” William puts two thumbs up, and says “OK.” William started to speak and Kate cut him off and said, “we are not even close to being done, lesson 4.” “This is a hamper dirty, sweaty, smelly clothes go in here and when it full or smells horrible wash them.” William new the clothes smelled and he should of done them but he was busy, and nodded his head yes, and said, “yea, I know how to do laundry, I had a good teacher once before.” William smiled and started to put his hands toward Kate. Kate tried to hide a smirk because she knew he was talking about her. She pushed his hands away and said, “lesson 5 is dishes.” William interrupted and said, “know wait I did do the dishes.” Kate tried not to smile and said, “yes, I notice however look at this knife.” William looked at it and saw a crud of old jam left on it. William debated, “come on I tried don’t I got some points for that.” He had his puppy dog eyes out and dying to touch Kate and kiss her lips. Kate gave a sarcastic giggle and said, “lesson 6, these are garbage bags when they are full, pick them up and take them outside and put a new one in.” William was getting frustrated and said, “did I do anything right?” Kate said, “yea, apparently you made it to level 7 of your new video game.” William said, “yea, I know, you didn’t unpause it did you?” William ran over to the TV to turn it on and noticed it wasn’t. He sighed and said, “thank god.”

Kate headed up stairs and William questioned her “wait were are you going?” Kate replied without even turning around, “I am tired and going to bed.” William wasn’t sure what to do but he still smelled dinner, so he fixed a plate and ate, he cleaned up after himself and headed to bed. He layed down next to Kate who was sleeping, he didn’t want to disturb her. He thought that night about how Kate must of felt about walking into the house the way it was, and he was starting to feel guilty. This was not the way he pictured it.

Morning came and William rolled over to talk to Kate but she was gone, he looked all over the house and then found a note that she went for a run. William looked at his watch he had to get to work. He was hoping that she got back before he had to leave, but she wasn’t. So he wrote her a quick note, saying he had to get to work and to call him when she got to her parents. Kate called when she got to her parents and told him that she got there save but had to get going because she had a meeting. William said before she hung up, “see you next weekend.” Kate replied, “yep, bye.” William new by her shortness she was still upset.

William worked all week and thought about what Kate had said, she never raised her voice, she never joked, she was calm and firm about what she wanted to get across. Every night William went home and looked around the house. He noticed the candles that Kate bought, the frig was stocked and so was the cupboards. She made a few meals for him to eat during the week for when she wasn’t there. He knew that she loved him but she got frustrated with how William could sometimes be such a child about some things. He knew that he needed her and how she must of felt like a housemaid. That was not his intentions at all, he just wanted to live with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure how to make it up to her but he knew he had to do something.

Kate was driving and hoping that the house was not in the same shape it was last week, she was also wondering if she was too hard on Will, he is just a guy and he always had things done for him. She got out of the car and took a deep breath. She walked in a found a complete 180 from last week. She headed over to the table with a note, it was from Will. It read, Kate, I am sorry about last weekend. It was my fault. I love you… Please follow the arrows. Don’t worry I will pick them up later. Love Wills. Kate laughed and followed the arrows.

The first set lead upstairs to the bathroom, another note which read, “lesson 1, put toilet seat down after your done.” She also noticed that on the back of the toilet he wrote out “I heart u” in cheerios. She had a tear running down her cheek. She followed to another note in the bedroom, it was on the dresser and it read, “lesson 2, I emptied out some drawer so you could put some clothes in as well, you should be living out of a bag.” Kate was really feeling bad about how she was last weekend. Kate followed another set of arrows back downstairs. “Lesson 3, don’t put red shirts in with white shirts because you get pink shirts.” She followed the arrows again, “Lesson 4, Eating food with nutritional value should not be underestimated.” “Thank you so much for the food.” She followed the signs again, “Lesson 5, Rinse dishes after using them because they are easier to clean.” She followed another sign, “Lesson 6, Making it to level 7 isn’t as important as making someone you love happy or feel loved.”

William opened the door and he knew Kate was there. He walked in and found Kate sitting on the sofa. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react to his gesture. He took off his shoes and hung up his coat, and put his dirty clothes in the hamper. He walked over to the sofa to find Kate sleeping with all of the notes he wrote her in her hand. He let her sleep and covered her up with a blanket. He went into the kitchen and warmed up one of the dinners Kate had made and put in the freezer the week before. William made a few calls to catch up on his charities. Kate woke up and heard William’s voice, she headed to the kitchen and William smiled and said, “did you get my notes.” Kate smiled and shook her head yes. William said, “are you still upset or are you going to forgive me.” Kate replied, “no, I am not upset with you anymore, I do forgive you, can you forgive me? I wasn’t very nice to you last weekend, and I am sorry, I just got so frustrated.” William took Kate’s hand and pulled her onto his lap, you have nothing to be sorry for, I was busy and totally neglected the house, that wasn’t how I planned it, plus I actually like the fact that you call me out on things like this, it keeps me grounded.” Kate looked into his eyes and saw love, she leaned in and kissed him. William moaned and said, “I missed you.” Kate replied, “I missed you too.” William kissed her and put his hands on Kate’s back and pulled her closer. Kate broke from the kiss and said, “do you want to go make up?” William picked Kate up and carried her to the stairs, he turned around and went back into the kitchen and Kate asked, “where are you going?” William said, “turn the oven off, I already burnt one thing this week.” Kate laughed and William joined in. Make up sex if great, enough said.

Chapter 16

It had been almost a month of living together and a lot of the kinks had been worked out about the living arrangements. William and Kate had their schedules on the side of the fridge. They always new were each other were or going to be, if something came up they updated it themselves. On February Kate noticed that William had to work on Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just another day, they could do something another day. Kate got up one day and looked at the calendar, she noticed William had put something new on Feb. 15th, it read, “Hot date with Handsome Prince.” Kate giggled.

William came downstairs sat at the table and started to eat breakfast with Kate. William new that Kate looked at the calendar every morning but, he wanted to make sure she saw his note so he asked, “anything new going on in the next week?” Kate smiled and said “yes, actually I have a hot date with a handsome prince later this week…. William was trying not to smile and nodded his head. Kate continued with “I will have to call Harry later to see where we are going and what time.” William laughed out loud and said, “sorry to disappoint you but, I think Harry is busy, but I’m free, unless your holding out for a better offer.” Kate smiled at their banter with each other and said, “well that depends what are you plans and intentions Mr. Wales?” William said with a straight face, “I was thinking dinner at the old pub, then a movie in because my intentions later are not going to be gentleman like.” Kate coughed a little with a bit of a chuckle and said, “wow, aren’t we quite confident this morning.” William replied quickly and with a smile, “I aim high, that’s how I got you right?” Kate smiled and said, “aww” “I would love to be your date.” She reached out and touched his leg, for two reasons, one the bantering of flirting was over and she wanted to steal a kiss. William leaned in and gave her a soft kiss and then another. William wanted to get one last gab in so he said, “make sure you let Harry down easy.”

William and Kate headed back to the apartment to watch a movie, William gave Kate two choices, “ You, Me, and Harry.” And “I know pronounce you William and Harry.” Kate laughed and said, “that is so not the names of the movies.” William replied, “yes it is look at the covers.” Kate looked as he put paper over the real title with his version. Kate wasn’t in the mood to banter, so she said, “OK, fine You, me and … Harry.” The movie was funny and put both of them in more of a flirty mood, but William had other plan after the movie. Kate leaned over after the movie and said, “thank you for the dinner and movie, it was perfect.” She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, hoping for more, but William was being a perfect gentlemen.

William said, “I have something else for you wait here.” Kate replied quickly, “William, I thought we weren’t going to do gift, just a date?” William handed her a bag, and said, “I know, but its just something for the both of us.” Kate pulled out a book and read the title, “Marriage for dummies.” William started to explain the gift with such excitement Kate couldn’t say a word. “look its got all these questions about what to discuss before you get married, and concerns, and making decisions. Plus stuff for after marriage too. I am not saying we are dummies, but its got a lot of things we still need to talk about in here.” Kate opened the book to the first page and started to read it “When it comes to marriage, I suppose we are all dummies….” William took the book and said, “Ok, lets get to the good stuff.” Kate smiled on how excited and eager he was to talk about marriage. They read the book and talked about different topics that came up. It was going really well. Finally Kate couldn’t take anymore and said “William, I really think this is a good idea, and I am so happy you want to do this but, can we read some more later….” William new exactly what she was thinking and he closed the book and said, “absolutely.” He picked her up and thru her over his shoulder and headed into his bedroom. Kate said, “William I don’t think carrying me fireman style is in the book.” William laughed and said, “what I am about to do isn’t in that book either.” Kate replied, “William!!!” She slapped his ass and said, “Naughty Prince.” William said, “you got that right baby.”

Chapter 17

I have not written in a very long time. I am sure its not very good but I wanted to continue this as I left it unfinished. Hope someone enjoys. I am not the best writer.

William was getting ready to make a trip to Africa with his brother for a charity that their mother had started years ago. There were many reasons why he loved going to Africa and this time was no different than any other time. He loved the pure beauty of the land, the wildness of the animals, and of course he loved the fact that no one knew who he was. William was truly just another visitor to a foreign land taking in the sites. He was passionate about protecting Africa and what it was all about.

As William packed, his phone beeped. It was a text from Kate, “Just getting into London…dinner?” William didn’t even hesitate he knew she meant do you want me to pick up some take out or stop at the grocery store. He knew what she wanted to do tonight, stay in, talk, maybe watch a movie….It was always the same when he went on trips…..time alone together. Its what Kate needed and even though William didn’t like to admit to it he needed it too. After William sent his text, he called Jaime to make sure everything was all set for the trip and some last minute questions.

Kate checked her phone and saw William’s reply “Chinese food # 12 and #7 meal, and #2 lo mein please….Red or White?” Kate laughed as she shut off the parked car and ran into the restaurant. She thought to her self, he will never change. He has been so excited and nervous about this trip that he forgot to eat. Kate pulled up to park and gathered her bag and the food and headed into the apartment. As she headed down the last hallway she saw William’s father coming towards her headed into the apartment as well. He stopped and waited for her. Kate smiled as she was more at ease with him than ever before almost laughing to how silly it was to be nervous when they first met. Charles said “I see you brought William dinner, what ever will he do without you?” Kate replied “ He would probably go hungry.” Charles replied before she could even finish “Let’s hope we never have to find out.” Suddenly the door opened and William said, “well are you two going to chat out here all night or come in.” They walked in and Kate retorted “He also gets moody when he doesn’t eat.”

Charles knew that they wanted to be alone but he just wanted to say fair well to his sons’ before they left. Harry came out of his room when he heard the sound of his father’s voice. Charles said “good you are both here.” Harry gave a smile and said, “of course I am here Kate brought food, she is a God sent.” They all laughed cause it was kinda true, he came out for the food not his father. Charles continued shaking his head “ I just wanted to wish both of you a good trip and good luck, your mother really loved helping people and she was very good at it. I hope the two of you keep carrying out what she would have wanted.” William and Harry looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement. Harry and William thanked there father and bid him fair well.

Kate went to the kitchen and got out some forks for the food and brought them to the table. William got the wine and the glasses. Harry knew that they wanted to be alone so he grabbed the food and left the money on the table. Kate saw this and said, “wait Harry where are you going, your not eating that in your bedroom are you?” Harry said, “Thanks but I think I will leave you two love birds alone.” Kate said quickly “No, don’t be silly, William grab 3 glasses.” Harry sat at the table a bit reluctantly but after a few minutes they were all talking and laughing. After they finished dinner William and Harry did the dishes quickly. William gave Harry a look and a nudge that said it all, OK dinner was great but get lost I want to be alone with my girl. Harry thanked Kate for the food and said goodnight as well.

William headed into the bedroom to finish up packing quickly since he left his room a mess from before dinner. Kate entered the room and giggled to see William hurrying to finish packing and attempting to clean up his room. She asked if there was anything he needed help with and William replied “yes you can tuck me in when I am done packing.” Kate smiled and went over to her bag and changed out of her clothes into something more comfy. William didn’t pack much longer then he hoped into bed with Kate and cuddled up next to her and said eagerly “OK, I am ready for my tucking honey.” Kate rolled over and leaned in like she was going to kiss him but all she did was tuck the sheet and blanket under him just like he asked for earlier, even though she knew that was not exactly what he meant. Kate loved to tease William every chance she got. William gave a smirk and fought her tucking and started to tickle her. They wrestled for a bit and William found himself on top of Kate pinning her arms up over her head. Kate had her legs wrapped around William’s waist. He loved how playful their relationship had become it was anything but a bore. He leaned down to kiss her and they both loosened up on their grips to concentrate on other matters.

Later, as he laid there holding Kate he realized he loved her for her pure beauty, wildness and the fact that she never treated him like a prince. This was something that he wanted and had been craving all of his life. He never thought it would happen and know that it has he knew he had to protect that.

#fanoffiction #royal fanfiction

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There have been rumors that sab is going to include six of crows next season. Any thoughts?

whoo, do i have some thoughts™.

i should preface by saying, though, that if you are excited, good for you! if you think it’s a concept™, it most certainly is, and if you don’t want to see hate for the idea, then do not read ahead. i have some things to say about the idea, and none are too positive.

let’s get into it...

lol, plenty of spoilers ahead. mostly for the six of crows duology.

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first of all, let’s hit it from an obvious, show running perspective.

six of crows is a lot™. there is so much happening in that book, and even more happening in crooked kingdom. not only are there new characters to add and explore, but there is new lore and new places that would all have to be hit. already, i felt like shadow and bone season one went fast. there was a lot to establish, and even more to expand upon, and i think there is so much to cover that trying to squeeze it all in would be a disservice to the characters and the world, which is the exact opposite of what the showrunners want, since they are lining up the grishaverse to be the new fantasy hit.

especially when the shadow and bone trilogy is adding in new places and characters, i don’t see the need for them to shoehorn in the six of crows duology. i’m sure there’s plenty for the crows to do, during these following two seasons. in fact, i’d even be fine if they wrote the crows out of the third season (which would ideally follow ruin and rising) entirely and maybe threw in a cameo at the end to get viewers excited for a six of crows show.

basically, there’s so much to cover, and shadow and bone already hit the ground running. i think that adding in the six of crows story arc would be too much of a time crunch, on the runtime of the show.

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secondly, i’m ranting about a couple of characters, and how they are not six of crows duology ready.

the easiest one to talk about is kaz brekker, because book!kaz is dirtyhands kaz. our first introduction to kaz in the boks is him telling an opposing gang member that he can’t kill kaz, because if he does, his girlfriend will burn in a fire, and no matter how fast he runs, he won’t get there in time. kaz is like... “do you smell that? i think it’s her hair burning.”

and this is a more mild transgression of dirtyhands kaz. in the same book, kaz pulls a man’s eye out, he swallows lock picks, and he plans and executes the greatest heist of all time.

compare this to kaz in the show. kaz in the show is just a mean, angry boy in comparison. and this isn’t me hating on freddie carter - he did an amazing job. and this isn’t me hating on the writers either. i understand why they did that.

decidedly, there is a lot™ happening in shadow and bone season one. you don’t really get a lot of time with any one character, and if you do, it’s the shadow and bone characters. the showrunners knew they had to make kaz a likeable character to people coming into the series blind, and kaz brekker is a pretty hard character to like when you don’t get his backstory or even the slightest hint of it. part of what the six of crows books had going for it was the changing point of views, and inej’s trust and feelings for kaz. inej narrates a lot of stuff, and she does it in a more sympathetic way, making us give kaz the benefit of the doubt - especially since inej is such an upstanding character. you get a little bit of that is the netflix show, but you can’t get a lot of it because (1) time constraints, and (2) inej and kaz are actually at odds for a lot of the show - especially the opening bit. literally, their first interaction is a fight.

so, to get newer fans invested in this emo teen, they made him less dirtyhands. this is also fine because these events happen before the six of crows duology.

if we start the six of crows arc in season two, however, there is too much growth for kaz to do in between seasons. we need to see some of that on screen. especially since his plans were a bust, and the most dirtyhands thing he did was with the inferni, and he wasn’t the one to kill the inferni - inej was. (and i love that scene like the rest of you, but there could have been other ways to get inej to save kaz while letting kaz show some more of that ruthlessness.)

and that’s just kaz. admittedly, he’s an easy character to pick apart, but we have to talk about a few more.

nina zenik? yeah, let’s talk about her. the six of crows nina we knows has a lot of guilt over what she did to matthias - even if a lot of it is repressed. she has a slew of complex emotions over matthias, and it’s all been fermenting inside of her for a year. point is, in the show nina still thinks what she did was right, and she hasn’t had time to question that inside of herself. sure, in the books she still posits that what she did was justified, but there’s a bit of uncertainty there, caused by the acidity of guilt. i want to see that war inside of nina. it makes their love story all the more compelling.

and while we’re talking about helnik, let’s just cover matthias helvar real quick, because, personally, his character needs that time spent in hellgate, now more than ever.

i’ve already mentioned my beef with aging up matthias is a few other posts, but why don’t i reprise it?

matthias is an incredibly complex character, and part of what makes his change earnest is two things - the struggle he continues to feel throughout the duology, and his age. now stick with me.

part of matthias’ struggle is that he is still that little boy whose family were killed by grisha. in the books, matthias is only 18. that seems mature, but by all accounts, it most definitely isn’t. he doesn’t know anything about the world. he has been training to be a religious soldier, where he was heavily indoctrinated. what has matthias truly seen of the world? likely, very little.

furthermore, because he’s only 18, how many expeditions has he been on? sure, matthias has seen grisha tried for their “crimes” and he has been training against grisha since he was a boy, but do you think they’re putting eleven year old matthias out there, against full grown grisha? my bet is he only started truly hunting grisha when he was 14.

when he meets nina, he hasn’t been hunting grisha long, and he’s young enough to where we could truly see how him being smitten with nina could impact his thoughts.

matthias in the show is played by a man who is 27. no hate, this isn’t ageism, but if he’s been hunting grisha since he was 14, he’s been hunting grisha for 12 years. he has gone out on numerous expeditions. hell, in the show they give matthias a large amount of credit for capturing nina. it is sO much harder for you to buy the “nina is a beautiful grisha and has changed my life” storyline when he’s 27, almost 30. furthermore, this matthias has seen way more grisha trials. the concept that he doesn’t know that grisha aren’t given a fair trial is just absurd, at this point. furthermore, you add on the fact that he’s been indoctrinated longer, and it makes his story all the more difficult to grapple with.

on the one hand, i understand that they aged everyone up (which i was happy about, for the majority of characters. kaz, i am once again looking at you). on the other hand, it puts a huge strain on matthias’ character, and if they were to try to juggle the six of crows plot with the shadow and bone plot, so much nuance would be lost and the majority of new fans would not understand people liking matthias. you would risk alienating his character (and nina’s, by effect) and that is not what either character (or actor!) deserves.

they’ve already made it so hard for us to buy the “nina changes matthias” storyline - even though they’ve made him a tad sweeter and more likeable - and if they try to fast track it, it’s going to fall through.

i think matthias needs his time in hellgate for some soul searching and some struggle. with matthias, the only way out is through, and we need to have time for that to happen.

inej and jesper are a little less difficult to juggle since they’re are done pretty well, but i don’t want to see their complexity and nuance fall through (especially jesper’s) because the show is doing too many things at once.

basically, the crows are currently in their fledgling state, and if they were to be thrown into the six of crows storyline, it would not be nearly as fulfilling.

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finally, i just want to say that the overall genre and theme of six of crows and shadow and bone are completely different. i feel like there would be far too much dissonance in the show. you could already feel it in season one, but because alina fears being kidnapped and then she goes on the run, it works. six of crows, though, is a completely different show and i think it would be odd to shift from ~life aboard sturmhond’s ship~ to ~breaking and entering in the ice court~.

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anyway, those are my thoughts, anon. surely you didn’t ask for this, but you received it, anyway.

#shadow and bone spoilers #s&b spoilers #spoilers #grishaverse #asks #kaz brekker #matthias helvar #i'm only tagging those two because i really only talk about them

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Manipulated Realities (Peter Parker x (female) Reader)

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[Storyline: [Past Far from home] you have been dating Peter for a few years now, not counting the 5 years, because we´re both blipped. He went on the Europe trip while you stayed home due to the fact that your family couldn´t afford the trip and only saw what happened on the tv. It was pretty hard after Mysterio told the world about Spider-Man´s true identity, but Mysterio was dead and you had never gotten into any serious trouble.]

“We should move on, Peter, let´s face that I can´t do this, no matter how hard you try,” you say, looking at your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Y/N, it´s really easy, seriously. You just multiply this, add those two together and then subtract this, see,” he tried to explain the task again.

You put down your pen: “I get that, but it doesn´t make sense to me.”

“It´s maths, it´s not suppose to make sense.”

“But how can I fix an issue, that doesn´t even make sense? I don´t get it.”

“Just try to do the maths and the one asking you the question can solve the issue?”

You yawn: “Too much maths today, sorry, babe. I´m actually really tired as well and it´s dark already, so I might be heading home.”

“May said, you could stay for dinner.”

“I know, thank you, but I don´t really want to bother you. And my mum has cooked dinner as well and since she has cooked for four people, I really can´t miss dinner.”

Peter nodded and you started packing up your stuff. As soon as you´re finished, Peter walked you to the door.

“Bye May, thank you so much for having me!,” you yelled towards the kitchen.

May poked around the corner: “Aren´t you staying for dinner?”

“No, sorry, May, I better get home, my sister is over and mum cooked dinner for the four of us and for once not got Take-Away or had her weird boyfriend cook for us.”

“Stay safe, Y/N,” May said, waving goodbye before going back to the kitchen.

Peter hugged you goodbye and kissed you, before opening the door for you. You stepped out of the door, checking if you actually didn´t forget anything.

“Text me, when you´re home, babe,” he said, before waving and closing the door behind you.

You walked down the stairs and onto the still busy streets of Queens. It was Winter and it was freezing outside. Especially now, that it was dark, it got even colder. You pulled your jacket slightly closer and shiver a little. Your home wasn´t far from Peters place if you took the short cut through a less crowded alley. You weren´t supposed to do that at night time, but it was freezing, so you didn´t really care. You just wanted to get home. You were slightly into the alley where no one was walking around right now, when you heard a small help from a small side alley.

“Hello?,” you asked.

“Help,” you heard again.

You were scared, but you wanted to help the person, so you walked into the alley. It was really dark, so you took out your phone and light up the flash light on the phone. There was a man that looked really familiar sitting in the corner. His arms and legs were bleeding and he looked helpless. But the second you recognized the guy, you took a step back and dropped your phone in shock. It crashed to the ground and you could hear the glass splinter.

“This can´t be. You- you are Mysterio! The guy who tried to kill Peter and then exposed him to the world! You should be dead, he saw you dying!,” you exclaimed in pure fright.

“He killed me! Or at least tried to!,” Mysterio grunted.

You picked you phone up with a shaking hand and took a few more steps back. Mysterio tried to move and groaned in pain.

“Please, I can tell you what really happened that night, but I need help right now. Some guy smashed a bottle over my head and I got pieces of glass cutting open my arms and legs with every move.”

“I´m gonna call an ambulance!”

“No, please don´t, Everyone thinks I´m dead, especially Peter and I don´t know what would happen if he figured out I´m not.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to do?”

“Could you please help me up and walk me home?”

“I can help you up, I don´t know about the rest.”

You carefully walked up to him, expecting him to jump up and grab or kill you any second. But he didn´t. He stayed on the ground, hardly moving and groaning the entire time. You crouched down, took one of his bleeding arms, put it over your should, put your arm around his hip and tried to help him up. He was heavy, obviously, since he was a grown man and you had your trouble getting him back on his legs. But with him helping, you eventually got there. As soon as you tried to let go, you felt him struggle standing though, so you kept holding on.

“You should really go and see a doctor. You probably don´t want to die. Again,” you said.

Mysterio nodded: “I´ll be fine, thank you, Y/N.”

You almost dropped the guy next to you in shock: “How do you know my name?”

“Wait, your name is Y/N? I didn´t know to be honest. You just reminded me of someone called Y/N.”

“You´re scary. And I´m sure you´re lying. You are pretty sure just been stalking me. You know I´m with Peter and you use this as some weird way of getting back at Peter for destroying your plans to fool all of us.”

“Wait, you´re Peter´s girlfriend? I am so sorry, he´s the one who´s been fooling everyone. He pretended to be the hero, because he just wanted to be the next Iron Man. Even better than him. He set up the drones with technology he got from Stark to create fictional threats he could defeat without getting into danger. And when I found out, I tried to stop him, but he tried to kill me and almost succeeded. I had to tell the world the truth.”

“Why would I believe you? Peter told me you tried to kill him after he figured out your plan to take over the world!”

“Has Peter ever lied to you?”

You stopped and thought about it. He lied about so many things if you were honest with yourself. Though you didn´t want to be. But he lied about going out so many nights. You knew now that it was because of his duty to safe the world, but back then? You always thought he´d be seeing another girl. But apart from that.

“See, you´re hesitating. I know, Y/N, he has lied to you before. I promise you, I don´t lie. After all, I´m the one, who ended up being dead. Or at least, seemed to be dead since someone rescued me,” Mysterio said.

“If you don´t lie, tell me about yourself! Who are you and who do you think I am?”

“Well, my real name is Quentin Beck. And I´m, I know this sounds weird, uh, but I´m from a different universe. Still from earth though. I don´t know if you know the multiverse theory, but it´s true, all about it. There are several universes. And in my universe, Peter Parker turned evil and he ended up killing my family. So I came here and tried to stop that from happening. I just couldn´t and I´m so, so sorry for that. I didn´t wanted you to go through this again. In my universe, you were my daughter. Peter manipulated you into dating him and ending up killing you, I´m so sorry, honey,” Quentin explained and started crying slightly.

“Mister Beck, I´m really sorry for what happened, but please don´t call me honey. I don´t have a father, he died ages ago and this is all a bit much right now.”

“I´m sorry. But please call me Quentin. Do you believe me?”

“I don´t know. Maybe. Well, yeah, I kind of do. You don´t seem like your lying,” you answered.

“It´s just all so hard to believe. That Peter would actually kill someone or even kill me. He could never. I really don´t want to believe it,” you then added.

Quentin nodded: “I know. Peter is such a nice kid and I really believed and trusted him. I never thought he would try to kill me.”

“What about the elementals though? You told everyone they killed your family!,” you suddenly realized.

“I know, I had to. I couldn´t tell the world, Peter Parker or well, Spider-Man killed my family. I didn´t wanted everyone to be terrified of him, even though he never did anything. So, I blamed the elementals that Peter made up, because they were evil all along.”

You nodded: “Makes sense.”

You started thinking about all the stuff Quentin just told you while walking him home. His place wasn´t too far from yours and he promised you to stop by during the next days. When you entered your flat, you mum immediately came from the living room.

“Oh my, there you are! Y/N, I was so worried, why didn´t you pick up or responded to my texts? I even called May, because I was so worried! She thought about sending Peter to find you! You scared me! And May and Peter. I need to call May immediately telling her you´re back!,” your mum practically yelled and ran back into the lounge.

You took off your jacket and put it in the wardrobe and kicked your shoes into a corner, before following her into the living room. Her weird boyfriend Gutes and your older sister Kylie were sitting on the couch, talking. They didn´t even seem to realize you when you enter the room.

“Good evening,” you said, trying not to yell.

The sudden silence startled you a little. Kylie and Gutes stopped talking and looked at you, before Kylie jumped up and ran up to you to hug you.

“Oh, you´re okay, Y/N! I was so scared, if wouldn´t know what I´d do if something happened to you! You´re the only sister I have!”

“No worries, Kylie, I´m alright. Just, on my way home, I found a man that was badly injured and I had to wait for the ambulance. That´s all. I just forgot to call, you know me.”

“That can´t happen again, Y/N, May and Peter have to do enough already. May is just trying to call Peter to tell him, you´re alright,” your mum complained after she hang up the phone.

“I just helped someone, what is so wrong with that? It´s something Peter is supposed to do but didn´t do after all. So called superhero,” you yelled.

Gutes was the only one still sitting at the couch not saying anything. You´re mum stepped closer while you took a step back. You wouldn´t admit it, but you were terrified of her, since she has hit you before when she got angry. “Oh, would you look at that, my adopted daughter thinks of herself as a hero who doesn´t have to inform her family any more if she´s saving someone,” she yelled back.

You flinched: “I´m gonna go to my room, I don´t want to do this right now.”

With that, you left the living room and went to your own little space. As soon as you closed the door, you started crying. You hated it, when she called you adopted. You were adopted, but that was not the point. You were supposed to be like a family, you were two when she adopted you and you have spent all of your life with her as your mum. But when she got mad, she called you adopted a lot, because she knew it made you feel like a lesser part of the family.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire ladder, just staring down. You could see Quentin´s flat from your seat. Actually, you could even see Quentin, cooking something, even with both of his arms and legs bandaged. He was really concentrated and didn´t pay any attention to you watching. He was done rather soon after you sat down and left the room, turning off the light. Suddenly, someone stepped next to you. Peter.

“You´re alive, babe, thank the oceans. I was so worried about you! You could´ve been hurt or dead or I don´t know what!”

“What happened really? That day in London, when Mysterio died.”

“What? Why do you want to know that?,” Peter asked confused and sat down next to you.

“I just want to know.”

“Well, I told you. Mysterio used the E.d.i.t.h. glasses to bring the Stark drones to earth, weaponized them and staged a huge fight between him and some avengers level threat to become one of the biggest heros on the planet. And in the process he tried to kill MJ, Ned and Betty and well, sort of Flash, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, Mysterio got hit by one of the drones and died.”

“Have you ever lied to me?”

Silence. Peter was thinking. Sure, he knew he had lied to you about being Spider-Man and obviously about being busy at night time and even MJ knew before you did, but apart from that, he didn´t really remember lying to you.

“No, of course not. Not after you knew I was Spider-Man. And before that just about being Spider-Man, you know that.”

You nodded: “Did you check if Mysterio was actually dead?”

“Well, sort of, I guess. I asked the Edith glasses and they said yes. Or well, I asked, if there were any more projections and the glasses said no.”

“So, you don´t know if he´s actually dead.”

“He is, trust me!,” Peter said.

You looked towards Quentin´s kitchen window. Still no light. Maybe it was better this way. If Peter didn´t figure out that Quentin was still alive, it would be better.

“So, the glasses listened to you as well?,” you asked next.

“Well, to be honest, Stark gave them to me rather than Mysterio, I was the one who gave them to Mysterio.”

“So, you lied to me about the glasses? You never told me they were yours!”

“I didn´t lie, I just didn´t tell the irrelevant part of the story. What is up with you tonight?”

You sighed: “Sorry, Peter, I don´t know what to think right now. But, I want us to stop seeing each other for a bit. I need a break, I really don´t know if I can still trust you right now, I´m really sorry.”

“You- Are you saying-,” Peter stopped.

“We should break up, yeah. For now. I need to figure some stuff out, I am really, really sorry.”

Peter nodded and got up: “I guess, I should leave. Thank you for 2 amazing years, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered.

You turned your face away to hide your tears. Peter, jumped off and left you alone with your tears. You felt bad for breaking up if you were honest, but what other choice did you have? He lied to you and who knew what else he was lying about. Maybe, everything that Quentin said was true. Maybe, Peter was the villain here. In that moment, you see the light in Quentin´s kitchen being turned back on. A few seconds later, he stepped up to the window and looked around a couple of seconds until he spotted you, sitting crying on the fire ladder. He waved with one of his bandaged hands. You waved back, still crying.

You just sat on the ladder for a bit longer, before heading inside and to bed. It was till quite early, but the evening was a mess and you didn´t feel like staying up any longer.

When you got up in the next morning, you didn´t feel any better. Your eyes were red circled from crying and hardly sleeping last night, you felt slightly sick and you were just not ready to get up and go to school. But you had to, no way around it. So you forced yourself out of bed, put on some cloths and went to the kitchen. Gutes was sitting there talking to your mum while your sister made pancakes.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N, I´m so, so sorry for last night. I was just so worried about you, I didn´t mean to,” your mum apologized as soon as she saw you entering the kitchen.

You shook your head: “Doesn´t matter, I just had a bad day yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“It´s just- Peter keeps lying to me. And I don´t know, I feel like I couldn´t trust him any more, so I broke up with him last night. He came over and I told him, that it´s probably better, if we stop this for now. But we´ve been dating for two years, I just don´t know, if I wasted the best relationship I could´ve gotten or the past two years,” you tried to explain and almost began to cry.

Your mum came up to hug you: “It´s alright, honey.”

You pushed her slightly away from you and took your lunch as well as one of the pancakes: “Sorry, I´ll head out, need some space right now.”

After your mum nodded, you just left the house, slowly walking to the bus stop while eating your plain pancake. As soon as you got on the bus, you could see Peter sitting there on his own. He looked at you for a second, almost slightly smiling, before looking at his phone again. His eyes were red as well. Obviously. It wasn´t easy for either of you two. You felt bad, so you looked away, walked past him and sat down in the back of the bus. You took out your phone and your headphones and put on some music.

When you arrived at the school, you were the last to get off the bus, just so you could do better in staying away from Peter. You watched him from afar, greeting Ned and MJ, before heading into the building. He was probably about to tell them what happened, what was fine, but maybe for now it was better, to stay slightly away from them. Just in case.

“Y/N, wait up,” Betty suddenly yelled and ran up to you, before hugging you.

“You look horrible,” she added.

“Well, I don´t feel to good either to be honest,” you answered.

“Does that have to do with the fact, that you aren´t with Peter right now?”

You nodded: “We broke up. Or, I did. I don´t- it just didn´t feel right.”

“Hey, that´s alright! I´m still with you!”

Betty and you have been close friends for a bit, so you ended up spending most of the day with her. The day started off quietly, but after Flash found out, you were single again, he wouldn´t stop flirting and asking you out, no matter how often you told him, that you weren´t interested in dating him.

“Hey, Y/N, MJ and I are gonna catch up with some others in the Café later on, you want to come?,” Betty asked after school.

You shook your head: “No, sorry, I´d better go home. Besides, MJ probably hates me.”

“I don´t think she does, but it´s fine. We´ll catch up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course,” you answered before getting on the bus.

You looked if you could spot Peter anywhere, but when you couldn´t, you relaxed a little. You sat down and started listening to music again.

Back at home, you sat down on the fire ladder again, starting to figure out your homework. The fresh air was a good way to concentrate. You hadn´t done much, when someone sat down on the stairs just next to you.

“Are you alright?,” Quentin asked.

You stopped writing and looked at him: “Yeah, sure, why wouldn´t it be?”

“I´ve seen you coming out here last night just shortly after you got home and well, I´ve seen Peter leaving and you looked quite upset.”

“Well, it´s just, we´ve talked about trust and I realized that he´s been lying a lot to me. So I- well, I broke up with him.”

“I´m so sorry, Y/N, he should´ve been honest with you.”

“Well, I guess you´re just not honest when you are the villain. Because telling people that you killed someone or maybe threatened them does not make people like you.”

You chuckled: “That´s true.”

“Dinner!,” your mum yelled from inside.

“Oh, and bring your friend, I can see you´re talking to someone!,” she then added.

You nodded towards Quentin: “Well, I think you´re invited for dinner!”

The two of you headed down into the living room. Gutes and your sister were already sitting at the table and your mum just brought in the last bit of food.

“This is Quentin Beck! He´s the guy I saved last night,” you explained.

You mum put down the food before shaking Quentins Hand.

“I´m (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I´m (Y/N) mum,” you mum introduced herself.

“It´s a pleasure to meet you, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin answered.

“And these are my mums boyfriend Gutes Guterman and my sister Kylie,” you introduced the two people sitting at the dinner table.

“Really nice to meet you,” Kylie said, while Quentin just waves awkwardly.

“I really thought, your friend is your age,” your mum whispered to you, before sitting down.

“Thank you for dinner, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin said after dinner.

Your mum nodded: “Well, it was a pleasure having you over for dinner!”

“And I´m honestly really sorry for what happens next, but your daughter was just dating the wrong person. You know, you get involved in stuff when dating a hero. And so does your family,” Quentin suddenly said and got up.

You looked confused towards him until you realized that Gutes was getting up as well. And suddenly, everything happened at once. Gutes and Quentin pulled out guns, Quentin dragged you from your seat and pressed it against your head. Gutes didn´t precisely point the gun anywhere. You started to realize your mistake.

“We don´t want to kill anyone, so don´t make us and just follow our instructions. I want to go public again and be a superhero. The story behind it will be, that my wife and my daughters escaped the elementals on my earth and managed to get through a portal to this earth. The found me, almost dead, and saved my life. And you will be playing my family. You´ll even get some attention, isn´t that great? The family of a superhero who is at the same time the only reason this hero is still alive,” Quentin explained his plan.

“Why did you make me break up with Peter then?,” you asked confused.

“He´s always around you, he wouldn´t have let you close to me at all and if he knew I was still alive, I probably wouldn´t be any more by now.”

“So, it´s nothing big. I just need you to pretend to be my family on tv. And, to make this whole thing more believable, I get to move in with you. Also, so I can check you´re not doing anything behind my back!,” he then added.

Your mum just nodded and Quentin took the gun away from your head. Your legs gave up underneath you and you dropped to the ground, shaking violently. You were terrified and felt so guilty. None of this would´ve happened, if you never dated Peter in the first place. Or broke up with him. Or met Quentin. But, your mum dated Gutes and how did he fit into the picture?

“Who are you really, Gutes?,” your mum asked, seemingly reading your mind.

“Gutes Guterman. Former employee of Tony Stark and part of Quentin Beck´s Crew. And, as amazing as you are (Y/M/N), not actually in love with you. I was just supposed to spy on (Y/N),” he explained.

During the conversation, Quentin sat down next to you, pulling you in a hug. You didn´t complain or pushed him away, you were just way too terrified of him right now.

“It´s gonna be alright, honey, I promise,” he then said as if he was actually your dad.

You were disgusted by him saying honey, but too scared to say anything, so you just let it happen. Why did you trust Quentin?

Quentin lets go of you and gets back up while you just stay sitting on the ground.

“So, this is what´s going to happen,” he started explaining.

Everyone stayed quiet, unmoving, except for you who was shaking.

“I´m going to create a threat, threathening Y/N, my beloved daughter. I´ll safe her, looking like I came back from the dead, being a hero once again. Y/N explaines to the media, how she looked for me after I did all these hero things and failed to safe the world from Spider-Man, found me, helped me back into life and started dating Spider-Man solely for spy purposes. Because, obviously the media knows you as Spider-Mans girlfriend. Everyone is happy and I can be the next Iron Man, that´s perfect isn´t it? And Y/N even get´s famous as the one who saved the greatest hero of all time.”

“Wait, you´re risking my daughters life to get famous?”

“Who said that I´d risk her life? She´ll be perfectly safe, I can control what happens.”

“What- what if I say no? If I don´t cooperate?,” you asked, your voice still shaky.

Gutes cocks his gone.

“You love your sister and mother, right?,” Quentin asked.

You nodded.

“Well, in that case, I would stick to my plan.”

You nodded lightly. Great, how did you end up in this mess?

You looked down onto your watch. You were almost at the bridge. Ten more minutes. Quentin told you, to be standing in the middle of the bridge. One of his Crew members would get out of the car, armed, shooting around, not actually hurting anyone and then take you hostage. You hated the plan, you hated Quentin and you hated the fact you believed him. It was your fault you ended up in this mess. You tried not to start crying as you were terrified. You messed up pretty badly.

The bridge. You look at your watch again. Five minutes. You took out your phone, checking your surroundings. If no one was watching, you could maybe sneak Peter a message. You could hardly hold onto your phone, you were way too scared. But the coast was clear. This was your chance.

I´m so sorry. I need your help. I´m at

A loud noise made you look up. You hit sent within the second. And you were right about it. Gunshots were ringing through the air. People started screaming. You rolled onto the ground instantly. You knew that you didn´t have to, because you weren´t supposed to be hurt, but there was no reason to trust the person who lied to you all along.

You couldn´t actually tell what was going on or what happened, but you felt yourself being pulled back onto your feet. For a second, you hoped it was Peter, but when the person pulled you closer to him and pressed a gun at your temple. You tried to relax, though the situation made that plan rather hard.

“Everyone stand down or I´ll shoot her,” Quentin´s Crewmember yelled directly into your ear causing you to flinch.

“Get your hands of my daughter!,” Quentin yelled.

People around us gasped. I heard some of them yelling “Mysterio”, not believing that he´s actually alive. You rolled your eyes. Before you could react to anything, you were pushed to the ground. A woman ran over to you, helping you up immediately and taking you slightly from the fight. You knew it was fake. Mysterio fake fought his crewmember. The woman next to you was getting almost uncomfortably close, trying to protect you. You carefully push her a little to the side.

“I´m alright, Ma´am,” you said softly.

She looked at you: “I´m sorry. Of course you are. I just didn´t want you to get hurt, Mysterio almost lost his own life, no reason to loose his daughter too.”

“I´m not-,” you stopped.

Quentin was way too close to you. If you said something, you would mess up.

“I´m not in danger, he seems to be busy enough. But thank you,” you answered, smiling at her.

We stood down, watching Quentin and his henchman fight until the henchman pretended to be defeated and ran off. Everyone around us started cheering and clapping. Quentin walks up to you and pulls you into a hug. You carefully put your arms around him, not really wanting to hug him but knowing, that he is gonna hurt the people you care about if you don´t. You feel him moving, he´s looking for the press to announce his comeback. To announce how you saved his life back in London, you, his daughter.

Before he could even say anything you hear it: “Get your hands off of her!”

Peter. It was Peter. You tried to get away from Quentin, but he held you close to him. He was way too strong for you to get away.

“What are you doing Mysterio?,” a woman yelled, confused about him not letting me go.

“I´m trying to protect my angel!”, he tried to explain.

“Then let me go and fight him,” you answered.

You try not to show, but Quentin´s grip got even stronger and he slightly turned your arm around, indicating to stop your behaviour.

Peter was just watching. He knew, if he tried anything now, he would risk your life.

“I can take you daughter and protect her, then you can fight Spider-Man,” yelled another woman.

She ran towards Quentin. Quentin was slightly distracted and loosened his grip for a moment. You used that moment, pushed yourself out of his grip and started running. Peter realized and jump towards Quentin.

“That´s not my dad! Spider-Man is my Boyfriend, Mysterio manipulated me to hurt him,” you yelled, running towards the group of people staring.

When you stopped running, you started telling everyone what happened: “Back in London, the person who tried to be the next Iron Man, the person who was alright with casualties, the person who tried to kill Spider-Man, it´s Mysterio. Mysterio is the Villain. And he tried to tell the world that I´m his daughter to get out of this.”

And people started talking about what I just said.

A few days later, you were sitting outside on the fire ladder. Almost scared, you looked towards the apartment that Quentin used to live him. Everything was dark. Luckily. Your Mum broke up with her boyfriend and everything about Quentin was finally out of your life. After the incident on the bridge, most of his henchmen and Quentin himself were arrested. Peter was still out as Spider-Man to the entire planet, but at least, he´s not the villain any more.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps next to you. You look up to see Peter. You didn´t talk much during the past days, but you just needed to talk to him. He sat down next to you and you both stayed silent for a little while.

“I´m sorry,” you suddenly started.

He looked at you.

“I´m sorry for not trusting you. And honestly, I´m even more sorry about breaking up with you. I can understand if you don´t want to forgive me, but honestly, I just need you back in my life.”

Peter came closer to you and put his arm around you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, carefully.

“It´s not just your fault. We both messed up. I really shouldn´t have lied to you. There was no shame in telling you about the glasses and about the incident and I still didn´t. You had every right not to trust me. I´m really sorry too.”

He looked at you: “But we´re okay. I never stopped loving you. We should just pretend this never happened.”

You nodded: “Agreed. I love you too!”

Peter pressed his lips onto yours and the world seemed a little better, even if it was just for the moment.

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superhusbands4ever · 3 years

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The Chain - Chapter 2/15

Now to check in with The Bad Batch.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Full Work | AO3 Link

Fandom: The Bad Batch (Star Wars)

Characters: Crosshair, Hunter, Howzer, Rex, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Omega, Various Clones

Relationships: Crosshair & Howzer, Crosshair & Rex, Crosshair & The Bad Batch, Crosshair & Omega, Hunter & Rex, Hunter & Omega

Additional Tags: Crosshair Redemption, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Violence, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: One year after the events of The Bad Batch, Crosshair struggles to reconcile his choice with the harsh truth of the world around him. He finds enlightenment in the most unlikely of places and realizes he may have made the wrong decision. But is it too late to do something about it?

Two years after the events of The Bad Batch, Rex reluctantly agrees to allow Hunter and his squad to help him rescue a man who's been captured by the Empire, an Imperial double agent who's cover has been blown. What Hunter thought to be a simple extraction ends up having far greater consequences for their squad than he could have ever anticipated.

At any moment the decision you make can change the course of your life forever.

- Tony Robbins

“How much longer until we’re there?”

Hunter turned from the navicomputer to look at the young girl beside him.

“We should be dropping out of hyperspace in a few minutes, so not much longer,” he said, fiddling with buttons on the computer. “You should go ahead and get your stuff ready for when we land.”

“Okay,” she smiled, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. “I can’t wait to see Rex. I want to show him how much better I’ve gotten with my bow.”

Hunter smiled. “I’m sure he’s excited to see you, too. It’s been awhile.”

She nodded, skipping away to her room to gather her things.

She’d grown so much since the day the Batch met her on Kamino two and a half years ago. Sometimes Hunter wondered if maybe Omega did actually have advanced aging with how quickly she’d shot up in so short a time.

Before where the top of her head had only come up to his chest, now she was tall enough to lean her head on his shoulder when standing together (though the others teased that had more to do with his own height than Omega’s.) Her hair was longer too, down to her shoulders in a frizzy mess of blonde curls. Her face had lost some of the baby fat she’d had nearly three years ago, and she was slowly but surely looking less like the awkward child they’d saved from the Empire, and more like the young teen that she was becoming.

She’d settled into her place in their squad much more comfortably now, too. Going on supply runs and various jobs for Cid would be impossible without her — she factored into all of their plans, worked fearlessly and flawlessly with the others, and had become so proficient with her bow it made Hunter’s chest ache when he watched her.

Her confident shooting and various games on missions with Wrecker reminded him so much of their missing family member it hurt. They hadn’t seen nor heard from Crosshair at all in the two years since they’d left him on Kamino. Since he left us, he tried to remind himself. He made his choice.

Their squad worked their hardest to stay under the Empire’s radar since Tipoca City, picking and choosing jobs that weren’t too risky, that didn’t grant too much exposure. Rex was right that day on Ord Mantell — being dead in the eyes of the Empire had its advantages. Especially when that meant the leftover bounties from the Kaminoans on Omega disappeared. From what Tech could glean from Imperial channels, as far as the Empire was concerned, the sole survivor of the destruction of Tipoca City was Commander CT-9904. The longer it stayed that way the better.

They couldn’t figure out why Crosshair would protect them, would lie and tell the Empire that they had perished in the bombardment. They thought maybe it was only a matter of time before they were caught out, before Crosshair’s anger at them got the better of him and he let it slip that they were still out there somewhere in the galaxy. But as a month turned into six, six months turned to a year, and a year turned to two with no Imperial bounties on their heads, they began to accept that maybe this was Crosshair’s last gift to them. A chance to survive the Empire, at least by him not giving them away.

Hunter would be lying if he said that knowledge hadn’t given him hope. That maybe his little brother, who’d slept in his bunk during bad storms as a cadet and gave him Lula to hold when the sensory overload got too bad, was still in there somewhere. That the cold, angry, and jaded man they’d seen on Kamino wasn’t all that was left of their kih’vod.

Nowadays he wasn’t so sure. As far as they knew, Crosshair was still with the Empire. And with each day as the Empire’s list of crimes and atrocities grew, Hunter’s hope for his little brother realizing his mistake and coming home to them dwindled. Maybe Tech was right. Crosshair was severe and unyielding and nothing could change that. Crosshair had made his choice.

This… is who I am.

Maybe this was who Crosshair had been all along, much as it pained him to consider.

The navicomputer beeped and pulled him from his ruminations just as the ship shuttered, dropping out of hyperspace in the Yavin system.

He stood and walked toward the cockpit, watching as the forest moon in front of them grew larger as they grew closer.

“Entering atmo shortly,” Tech announced, pressing buttons on the dash. “We should be landing at the base momentarily.”

“It’ll be good to see Rex again,” Echo said, stretching his arms above his head. “I wonder if he’s found any more clones since we were here last.”

“He seemed optimistic last time we talked,” Hunter agreed. “There were more clones than I expected there already a few months ago.”

“Rex is a proficient and effective leader,” Tech added as he brought the ship down through the clouds, “it is not surprising that he would have decent success on his mission.”

“I just wish we could help him more than doing the occasional supply drop,” Echo said. “It feels wrong to not be helping with the vode. To not be joining the fight.”

“Keeping off of the Empire's radar is more important right now,” Hunter reminded his brother for what felt like the hundredth time, “which we can’t do if we’re running rebel missions to help clones defect from the Empire.”

“I know, I know,” Echo grumbled, crossing his arms petulantly. He sighed. “I just…”

Hunter laid his hand on Echo’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

“I know.”

“Beginning landing sequence now,” Tech called as he flipped the landing gear.

As the ship touched down on the landing pad hidden away from the base in the trees, a loud crash came from the back racks, followed by twin groans.

Hunter squinted back at the pair. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” Omega and Wrecker both shouted back.

Omega stepped out of the hold, bow strapped to her back, fiddling with the strap of her pauldron. She saw Hunter looking at her and smiled brightly and innocently at him, moving to stand in front of Wrecker as he rushed to clean up the knocked over crates. Hunter rolled his eyes.

Soon after the five of them were offloaded and walking through the trees toward the base. It didn’t take long to reach - as they drew closer Hunter felt worry stirring in his chest at the sounds of raised voices, scraping crates, and the general sounds of chaos that, in his experience, indicated something bad was happening.

He sped up a bit, the others following behind him, and he heard them all make their own noises of concern as they drew close enough to the base for the others to hear.

A couple of Regs standing at the entrance of the hangar bay moved forward as if to stop them, but waved them through once Hunter pulled off his helmet.

“Captain’s inside,” he said, nodding to the chaotic scene behind him.

They all walked inside slowly, Omega jumping out of the way of a frantic looking nat-born woman, the upper half of her jumpsuit tied around her waist, waving a datapad threateningly and shouting at someone on top of the freighter in the middle of the room.

“What’s going on here?” Wrecker grumbled as they watched clone and nat-born alike clamber around, gathering supplies and loading them into the freighter.

Hunter’s brow quirked as he watched two men load a crate of explosives while another loaded a crate of ammunition onto the ship.

“It would appear they are prepping for an urgent mission,” Tech said, adjusting his giggles as they watched the chaos.

“We just commed Rex an hour ago and he said everything was fine,” Echo looked toward the group, concerned.

“Hello boys!”

They all turned at the sound of a familiar voice and watched Gregor walk toward them, fully armored, with a wave and a grin on his face.

“And lady,” he added once he was next to them, smiling down at Omega and offering her a high five which she accepted.

“What’s the hustle for, Gregor?”

“Bit of an emergency came up in the last hour or so,” Gregor said with a sigh, face falling into a serious expression as he looked around. “One of Rex’s main operatives sent out a distress signal. Looks like he’s been busted and needs extraction.”

“I didn’t know Rex ran stealth ops,” Hunter said, surprised.

“Oh, he doesn’t. But this one is a bit of a special case,” Gregor explained. “He’s had a man playing double agent in the Empire for about a year now. He’s the guy who’s been helping us save all these clones.”

Glancing around, Hunter couldn’t help but be impressed. He knew Rex had made it his mission to fight the Empire and save all the regs he could, but Hunter hadn’t realized just how many Rex had managed to accumulate even since they were last on base four months ago. There had to be dozens of clones just in the hangar bay. Who knew how many were in the rest of the base.

“One man helped smuggle all these clones out?” Hunter asked, surprised.

“Them and more,” Gregor nodded. “Even helped some get their chips out first.”

“And now the Empire’s figured him out.”

“Aye, vod,” Gregor sighed. “Rex wants to try and extract him as soon as we can. He’s done so much for us… we don’t leave men behind.”

Hunter nodded, very carefully ignoring the way Echo shifted at his back.

“Trooper! Make sure you load a couple emergency field kits and a med scanner into the cargo. I don’t know what sort of condition he’ll be in when we get to him.”

The group turned to watch as Rex rounded the freighter, fully kitted up in his customary 501st blue armor, helmet tucked under his arm. Captain Howzer followed close behind him, similarly decked out in full armor. Rex stood and directed a few of the troopers around before turning to the group huddled to the side of the chaos.

“Evening, Bad Batch,” he greeted as he walked closer, chuckling when Omega ran forward to wrap her arms around the man’s waist.

“Hey there, ‘Meg.”

Howzer nodded respectfully to Hunter and the others.

“What’s going on here, Rex?” Echo said as he stepped around Hunter.

“Emergency extraction,” Rex said simply, accepting the gentle kov’nyn from Echo when the man reached forward. “Bit of a sketchy situation. We need to leave as soon as possible.”

“Heard about your man,” Echo said, “how deep was he?”

“Very deep,” Rex sighed, expression pinched. “Hopefully we can get to him before, well….”

Hunter nodded as Rex trailed off. By this point, they were all familiar with the Empire’s idea of justice against those they felt had wronged them.

“We should head out,” Rex said, nodding at Howzer and Gregor. The two saluted and Gregor slid his helmet on. “It’s a couple hours to Daro and I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Hunter started. “Wait, Daro--?”

“Rex, wait!”

The group turned to watch as a rather gaunt looking clone with a handlebar moustache ran up to the three captains.

“I’d like to request permission to go on this mission, sir,” he said, snapping breathlessly to attention and saluting.

Rex looked at the other clone with concern clear on his face.

‘I don’t know, Boil. You’ve only been here a couple of days, you should be taking time to recover--”

“I understand,” the clone - Boil - said, relaxing. “But I owe it to the Commander to help him. It’s my fault he got caught in the first place.”

“No it wasn’t,” Rex argued, reaching out and clapping Boil on the shoulder. “He knew the risks and it was his decision. Besides, you have no way of knowing--”

“That signal went out within days of getting me out,” Boil said quietly. “I know how high of a risk I was, but he did it anyway. I owe this to him.”

Rex held the other man’s gaze for a long moment before sighing and turning to Howzer.

“I hate to ask,” Rex began apologetically, “I know the two of you are close, but--”

“I’ll stay here,” Howzer agreed, reaching up to pull his helmet off. “Man the fort, as it were.”

He glanced over Rex’s shoulder at Hunter and the others before turning back to the other man.

“Just…” Howzer sighed, face pinched, “bring him back safe, okay?”

“That’s the plan,” Rex assured him as the two braced arms.

He unclipped his bucket from his belt and slid it over his head.

“Sorry to dash on you like this, boys,” Rex said, turning back to Hunter and the rest of their squad. “We’ll have to catch up another time.”

“I understand,” Hunter said, reaching forward to clasp the other clone’s hand. “Good luck on your--”

“We can go too!”

Everyone in the cluster turned to look at Omega, who pushed her way forward between Hunter and Boil to stand next to Rex.

“You can?”

“We can?”

Hunter and Rex glanced at each other before Hunter turned back to Omega.

“Yeah!” Omega insisted, looking imploringly at Hunter. “We’ve been to Daro and broke out Gregor before, you know the facility. You guys are trained in special ops, and if this guy is as important as Gregor says he is then they’re going to need all the help they can get.”

Rex glanced back at Gregor who shrugged.

“Omega,” Hunter sighed, “we can’t-- they’re going into a major Imperial base. If something happens and we get caught, we’ll be in serious trouble. The Empire thinks we’re dead and we need to keep it that way. Besides, Gregor knows the inside of that base better than any of us.”

“But we can help!” Omega argued, frustration clear on her face. “Whoever The Commander is has saved so many people, if our help gives Rex a better chance at saving him, I think we should do it!”

“Omega, we can’t risk--”

“We can’t run from the Empire forever, Hunter,” Omega said softly, grabbing Hunter’s hand.

“Besides, I--” she glanced over to Rex who had yet to speak, before turning and leaning closer to Hunter.

“I have a feeling about this mission,” Omega said quietly, eyes bright as she looked at her brother. “This feels right. I think this is where we’re supposed to be. I can’t explain it, but I… I think we need to do this.”

Hunter sighed, staring down at Omega’s hand on his.

He knew logically that their safety from the Empire wasn’t meant to last. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide Omega and his squad from them forever. The Empire certainly wasn’t going anywhere for the foreseeable future, so running into them again was ultimately inevitable. It was hard enough keeping his squad away already, Echo arguing with him about helping Rex and the rebellion more and more as the Empire grew. Wrecker and Omega were starting to back Echo up whenever he and Hunter argued, so he knew it was only a matter of time.

He just thought they’d have more time than this. Two years was admittedly a long time to continue on without Imperial detection, but Hunter had been hopeful their peace could last a little bit longer. Omega may have been growing up quickly but she was still a kid. Kids shouldn’t need to worry about rebellions and Empires and bounties and missions and death.

Besides, this seemed like an unnecessary risk to Hunter. Whatever feeling Omega had about this mission, Hunter wasn’t getting it. It felt like a waste to risk their tentative peace and safety from the Empire on a rescue mission for some man they didn’t even know. No matter how impressive his work against the Empire was.

But as much as Omega was a bleeding heart about helping those in need, she was also stubborn as hell. A trait she shared with all the clones, really, but it had gotten worse in her time as a member of the Bad Batch.

Hunter looked back into Omega’s wide eyes and felt his resolve crumble. He sighed, glancing back to the rest of the squad. Tech and Wrecker looked impassive as they stared back at Hunter, likely waiting for him to make a decision and follow whatever option he chose. Echo was looking back at him with the same amount of hope, the same determined resolve that Omega had in her eyes and Hunter knew he was losing the battle here.

He sighed tiredly, turning back to Rex.

“Got room in that ship for five more, Captain?”

Rex was frozen in place as he stared back at Hunter. His body language gave no indication as to what he thought of this development, though the incredulous tone he’d used to question Omega indicated that this was not a turn of events he was planning, or even hoping, for. With his helmet on and staring blankly at him, Hunter had a hard time getting a read as to what the other man was thinking.

Rex’s head tilted just slightly to glance briefly at Howzer, who was standing to the side watching the exchange with a strangely intense look in his eyes.

“I don’t know if--”

“Please, Rex?” Omega said, stepping up to the older clone.

Rex shuffled under Omega’s intense gaze, a feeling Hunter was very familiar with. Finally he sighed, dropping his chin to his chest before turning back to Hunter.

“I don’t have time to argue about this— fine,” he said, ignoring Omega’s happy whoop. “But you have to do exactly as I say, okay? No matter what happens.”

If Hunter didn’t know any better he’d say the Captain sounded tense, almost nervous. Hunter nodded and heard the others agree as well.

Rex kept his gaze on Hunter for another moment before shaking his head and turning toward the freighter.

“Let’s go,” he ordered, commanding tone back as he barked orders at the men around them. “We’ve wasted enough time as it is.”

Hunter turned back and nodded at the rest of his squad, who all nodded and slipped their helmets back on their heads as they checked their gear.

“Good luck,” Hunter heard Howzer mutter to Rex, who just shook his head. Something told him they weren’t talking about the mission.

Together they followed Rex, Boil, and Gregor up the ramp of the freighter, Rex and Tech headed for the cockpit. As everyone else got strapped in and the engines on the ship started, Hunter couldn’t help but wonder if he was making the right choice.

Omega may have had a good feeling about this mission, but Hunter had a feeling this mission was going to change everything for them, and he wasn’t sure it was for the better.

#cady writes #the chain #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #captain rex #my fic

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hinamoria · 3 years

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Clumsy ghost

Hitsuhina Week 2021 : Day 9- AU / Ghost

Rating: K+ or T ? (It’s a little bit angst, we’re talking about ghost, so character’s death, but no violence or anything like that)

Synopsis: Living with a clumsy ghost was no rest for Hitsugaya at all.

Word Count: 1953 words

Setting: Modern world

Author’s Note: my favorite one shot of the challenge <3. The first one I wrote immediately after reading the themes. And, rare enough to note it, I liked what I wrote at the first try xD

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The sound of shattered glass abruptly stopped Hitsugaya in his chemistry exercise. It was 9:00 p.m., his parents had gone out to see some friends, and he didn't have any cat that could make that kind of noise last he noticed. He almost wished the culprit was a thief sneaking into his home. It would have been easier to justify the disaster to his parents on their return. But no, the probability was almost certain that Hinamori had done something stupid again.

The young boy let out an exasperated sigh and shouted in the direction of the downstairs.

“Hinamori! What did you break again this time? "

Silence answered him. But he was not fooled. Putting down his pen on the notebook, Hitsugaya got up from his desk, stretched briefly, and walked towards the crime scene. The living room seemed unoccupied, but right in front of the wooden bookcase was one of her mother's little blown glass figurines, shattered into dozens of pieces on the floor. Beyond repair. Better get it all out quick before someone got hurt.

As he picked up the pieces, Toshiro noticed a book also on the ground, a few inches next to the statue. “Alice in Wonderland” by Lewis Caroll. A classic. Hinamori probably wanted to read it and must have dropped it on the figurine. However, the culprit still had not deigned to show up.

"Instead of watching me clean your mess in silence, you could at least apologize," he said sternly, keeping his eyes on his task. “My mother loves this stuff, she's going to notice it "

A silhouette gradually appeared a meter beside him, remaining translucent. A brown-eyed brunette teenager, looking half embarrassed-half pained, played nervously with her hands while looking at her white-haired friend.

"Shiro-chan…" She started in a small voice. “Sorry… I wanted to grab the book, but it slipped out. "

This sort of thing has unfortunately happened quite frequently over the past few months. As a ghost, the young woman could not interact with objects as easily as a human being. But as she built up enough spiritual energy over time, she could do small things like turn on the light or the TV, or read. But if turning the pages of a novel was easy, getting the book out of the library was more complex. And she frequently dropped the objects she was holding for lack of spiritual energy.

"Here’s the result," thought Hitsugaya, looking at the fragments one last time before throwing it in the trash.

He will look on the internet to order the same item. With any luck, it would all go unnoticed. In two years of living in this house, he had ended up gaining a reputation as a “legendary clumsy”, completely false. But being the only one to see Hinamori, unless he wanted to be taken for a madman, he preferred accepting the reproaches, and turning against his ghostly friend afterwards.

His parents had made a good deal by buying this house. The former owners, devastated by grief after losing their daughter in a traffic accident, wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. Everything reminded them of Hinamori here, to the point of even thinking they saw her or heard her voice.

Their hallucinations must have been caused by their daughter's ghost desperately trying to make contact with them.

When he arrived, the feeling of being watched had not left Hitsugaya. He wasn't naturally paranoid, but something about this house was bothering him. And then one day, when he almost hit the corner of a cupboard in the kitchen cabinet, he heard a female voice screaming "watch out!" ". His face had crumpled up when he saw the half-translucent young woman right in front of him, and she mimicked his expression as she realized he could see her. And since then, she never left him. Sometimes to his dismay.

Ghost life seemed boring, especially when you mysteriously couldn't leave the house. So the young woman spent her time talking to him about everything and nothing, most often nothing. His ability to grab objects was a small revolution in their lives. Granting some peace of mind for Hitsugaya. He brought her CDs and books from the library every week to her delight. He also frequently left his computer or television on for her.

Sometimes he wondered why she didn't go to "heaven" or the afterlife. But she always dodged this question. So he had come to terms with her daily presence. At least she had the decency not to go into the bathroom. He would probably have asked to go to a boarding school otherwise.

Finishing cleaning up the mess, he motivated himself to return to the bedroom to end his homework and have his evening free.

"Can you take the book and bring it to the bedroom?" Momo asked behind him with a small smile. “I don't know if I would have the energy to do it on my own all the way."

Denying her nothing, he put the open book on his bed, letting the young woman start reading, while he finished his work.

"Alice in Wonderland ". She must have read this book at least fifteen times since he had known her. It had to be her favorite without a doubt. The book was starting to get damaged around the edges from turning the pages.

He walked over to the bathroom to relax in the shower and found himself disappointed that the bulb was burnt out.

"I had nothing to do with it this time!” Hinamori objected reflexively upon hearing his friend's exasperated sigh again.

You spend your time turning on the lights in the house," he retorted. “You are indirectly guilty of that”.

She pouted at him at the new accusation but didn't refute. Spare bulbs were in the attic and Toshiro walked there wearily.

The house had been renovated with the exception of the attic which retained old with its creaky and fragile parquet. A real ghost room, Hitsugaya thought.

Having found the purpose of his visit, he was about to leave when he noticed a partly defeated wooden slat. Better put it back on before someone got hurt. Crouching down, he was about to reposition it when he noticed a metallic-looking object underneath.

Removing the slat, he noticed with surprise a small metal cookie tin hidden in a recess between the parquet floor and the ceiling below.

Intrigued by this new treasure, he opened it. Inside he found a multitude of photos, as well as several papers and small items. He recognized Momo in one of the photos, dressed in high school clothes, surrounded by two boys, one blond and one with red hair.

He then decided to take the set to its real owner.

"I found this in the attic," he showed her, putting the box on the blanket with a small metal noise.

Momo's face lit up at the find.

“My treasure box! I can’t believe it! I completely forgot it was there!"

Abandoning her book altogether, his friend immediately took an interest in the content, scattering the photos everywhere.

"Look! It's Kira-kun and Abarai-kun! "She explained, pointing at the two boys earlier. «I’ve told you about them before. We went to college together and we were in the same class in high school! A real sign of fate. I wonder what happened to them now...”

She paused, staring at the photo for a long time.

"They must be in college today," she continued. ”Kira was a good student. I could see him teaching one day. Abarai was more impulsive. He spent his time being reprimanded. But I think you could have got along.”

Her tone had grown melancholic as she explained the scenes in the photos: Momo dressed in some sort of pumpkin costume for her fifth birthday, a family outing to the beach, birthdays...

"And this is a bracelet I made in elementary school!” She showed him, grabbing a sort of black rubber band with a small turquoise bead. “It's the same color as your eyes. Another sign of fate! » She added, laughing.

She started the gesture as if to put it on her wrist, but the bracelet crossed her arm and fell back on the bed, triggering a temporary silence in the young woman. A cloudy veil seemed to appear for a moment in the young woman's eyes but disappeared before Toshiro could even speak.

"I'll give it to you Shiro-chan!" She finally declared smiling again.

He grabbed the jewel and inspected it for a few moments between his fingers. He wasn't the type to wear this kind of thing, but the style was simple and the stone was pretty on its own.

“Thank you”, he finally answered, picking up a micro smile from the little brunette.

She nodded and turned to the photos again.

“Maybe we could make copies for you and send the originals to my parents?” She proposed. “They would surely be happy to have them”.

He nodded, approving of the idea.

As he began to put them away, Momo spoke again:

“You know…I didn't want to die Toshiro”, she blurted out followed by a bitter little laugh. “I…”

He was surprised that she brought up the subject so suddenly, but let her continue. The veil over her pupils reappeared, brighter than before.

"I loved my life," she said with a tight throat. “I had a lot of plans. I wanted to travel, adopt a dog, fall in love, take a parachute jump, learn baking... Those things may be trivial but I will never have the chance to do them again. When...”

A first sob broke her, and Toshiro, who by reflex wanted to put his hand on his friend's arm, saw it cross her without feeling the contact of her skin. She smiled at him, appreciating the gesture nonetheless.

“Thanks Shiro-chan”, she said taking a deep breath. “I was saying, when the accident happened, I kept telling myself that I didn't want to die and then I ended up at home like...that. A ghost. And then I met you... And I loved those two years with you, I don't think I could have dreamed of a better roommate to tease."

She giggled in front of his "hey!" and continued

“But seeing all of this, I realize what a lovely life I have had. And even if it was a little too short, it was happy and full. I shouldn’t have any regrets ".

Hitsugaya watched her with a slight pang in her heart, understanding where she was going.

"You're going, right? » He asked her

She paused, thoughtful, then turned to her book on the bed.

"Did you know I never finished it?" She confessed to him.

"I've seen you read it a dozen times," he remarked to her in surprise.

"That's right, but I’ve never read the last chapter."

She laid down on the bed and turned to her friend

"Can you read the end of the book to me, Shiro-chan? It would be a shame not to know how the story ends."

"Haven't you seen Disney? She wakes up, that's all," he replied to tease her a last time.

But he accepted, because as said before, he could not refuse her anything. And it was as if she had dictated her last will to him.

The text was crazy. His serious tone didn't match; but he continued to Momo's laughter anyway. And as he said the last sentence, he found that he was now alone in the room, surrounded by photos of his friend. On the back of one of them he could read in a somewhat shaky handwriting: "Thanks Shiro-chan, and goodbye."

#hitsuhina week 2021 #momo hinamori #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach fanfiction

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soup-du-silence · 3 years

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Have you seen the penultimate episode of Season 3 of Ducktales yet, and if so, what did you think about what we learnt about Magica in it? How do you think if might have affected Lena had the show gone on for longer? I'm sure no matter what, her family and friends will be there to help her process whatever's on her mind.

yes, and it was infuriating lol. The magica stuff was the only good thing about it imo.

So, I dont know. I liked the magica stuff. I dont know if it was particularly enlightening so much as I thought it was just interesting because I love magica (or: i loved her in season 1 and thought she was fascinating and had a lot of potential) and have long wanted to get some backstory on her. I really would have liked to have seen more, or had this happen earlier in the show to give it time to develop or inform some of the other decisions regarding the magica-lena arc.

The shows handling of lena has been so bad that I cant even begin to guess what knowing about Poe would have meant for her. Season 3 has been particularly egregious. Webby and Violet convincing Lena to go to Magica for advice and training was one of the most bizarre missteps the show had pulled, and they’ve fucked up a lot, honestly. This should never have happened, imo, and Webby especially should never have suggested it.

I used to wonder about a version of events where Poe was Lena’s mentor , where he and Magica weren’t on good terms and he saw in Lena a little of himself and wanted to help her heal from her abuse, or, at least, commiserate and acknowledge it as a shared experience. He would help her come to terms with who and what she is, and she wouldn’t hate it so much, if she could apply a better association to her power/origin. I dont know if that would have better than what we got in the phantom and the sorceress, but I feel like it has to be, because that episode stunk.

we didnt get that, obviously.

(I dont mind that Lena found a family in a wholly unrelated cast of characters, it be that way sometimes. except that we were never given that story up front. we never got to see Lena adjusting to her new home and family, we never got to see her slowly learn to trust them, or adjust to being warm and fed and cared for. we never got to see her have the revelation that the venn diagram of family and relation is not a circle. we should have. at the very least, it should have been mentioned or explained in some capacity. we had two very weak context clues and word of god. they never had a plan for lena after season 1 and it shows.)

on twitter, Humphreys talks a little about what he imagines for Poe. i could see a version of events where Poe is still around and maybe his mind has resurfaced and maybe the experience has been humbling and he’s managed to chill out a little, whereas magica has been consumed and mad with grief and revenge for (mumble) years. I could see that version of poe recognizing a miniature clone of his sister and being curious about her. idk. its wholly possible she would never have trusted him and cutting off the de spell lineage altogether might have been best in the end. its a coinflip for me. I think cutting yourself off from your blood relations and choosing your own family is necessary sometimes, but I also think that in lena’s case, I wish she had had a better alternative to going back to her abuser specifically and having a wacky, comedic training montage in order to understand how she works and what to expect from her powers. poe would have been a valid alternative to that.

unrelated but since we’re on the subject: I had said on twitter that I thought this flashback featuring Magica and Poe should have happened when they were Lena’s age, or slightly older. I think it would have added....something. Imagine: Petulant, power-drunk children bending the world to their will simply because they have the power to get what they want. They have no parents (by their won hand?) and only have each other. Some old fart shows up to pick a fight with them, and Magica turns Poe into a raven in the fray. She’s now like, 13, power-mad, and without the only person she loves or trusts in the world. Scrooge just peaces out on this grief-stricken, dangerous kid to let her fend for herself, and let her young grudge fester for a few hundred years. I mean, that is basically how it already happened, but the fact that they’re grown makes them less sympathetic. (I think it is not out of the question that they WERE probably like this as kids. they act like overgrown children, people who grew up getting exactly what they want all the time. this power wasnt something they came into recently, they’ve had it since they were young.) I just think it would have been interesting. How did this effect how magica perceives lena? does she see herself in lena and hate it? does she regret her childish behavior, the reason she lost poe? we kept waiting for “they’ll call you a monster” to pay off. did it come from her youth? when she was alone, and afraid, and a monster?

shrug. the magica arc could have been something really great.

#ducktales #Anonymous

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lookingforhobi · 3 years

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♡ tour ♡

TOUR (Part Two)

Summary: It was just a tour with your friends to explore Seoul. But life gave you Namjoon. Yes, Kim Namjoon, the leader of a world-renowned group BTS.

Author’s Note: This is originally planned as ONE-SHOT but some comments were asking for it. Long overdue because life happens but here it is finally! Please don’t reupload or make YT content without my permission. This is purely imagination.

Click the link for the part one on my Youtube channel

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

au/genre/warning: too much heartbreak; mentions of self-harm, mental health issues; pregnancy warning, unprotected sex; aggressive

Word Count: 12.9k

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Your hands are shaking as you shuffle through the set of keys to your new apartment. This has been the biggest leap of faith you ever did so far. Well, aside from your craziness and dating Kim Namjoon! But you try your best not to think of him and remember the promise you made yourself not to reconnect with him anymore. You are here because finally you’ve gotten the offer in the University to teach- a dream that happened before you started knowing Kim Namjoon better, not just as idol but the real Kim Namjoon. You sighed when you finally open the door and immediately shut it behind you. It feels different and home sickness starts to creep in. The last time to set foot to this country was with your friends, with the goal just exploring what the place has to offer, but Seoul gave you Joon. “Here you go again with Namjoon, Y/N,” you sighed to yourself. Sometimes you wish you are in different world, in parallel universe. Maybe there, things would’ve worked out. Or maybe in another life, you’d be in the same world and life would be better. “Suck it up!” you told yourself. You can’t live in what ifs and what not’s. You’re here, now. That is what matters.

You picked up your phone and dialled your Mom’s number. Living away from home, with no friends around, in a place where your what ifs are, are kind of tough. You swallowed hard when your mom picked up. She was supportive of your dreams, but when she learned you’re going to Seoul she got worried. She knew about you and Namjoon, though confused what is the real reason of the breakup, she knew you’re in for another heartbreak once your ways intersect again.

“My sunshine, how are you? How’s the apartment? How’s your flight? Have you eaten yet?” your mom worried as ever. “I’m good, Mom. Apartment’s nice, but I haven’t unpacked yet. I just got here. The flight? Urgh, I slept before the plane takes off so…” You laughed. “that’s good. Do you have food there? At least eat something before resting. You can unpack later" You smiled at her remarks, you’re going to miss her sweet nagging and the way she babysits you sometimes. “Mom, I’m a grown-up woman. A strong independent woman. Okay? Don’t worry. I got this handled like a queen!” you chuckled. “Like me,” she added. The call run for what it feels like forever, as you talk about your goals and schedules and anything, you started unpacking your stuff. Placing the family photos carefully and making sure your apartment feels like home one way or another. You smiled seeing your friends’ photos. It was the greatest adventure that winter. It was unexpected, the events were unplanned, it left a big impact of your life..and to think about it, it is one of the reasons you decided to pursue your dreams. Partly, Namjoon pushing and keeps on bugging you to, but mainly because this is where you dreamt of settling way long before you knew BTS exist. Your fascination to South Korea, the culture, tradition, and history of the place made you fall in love, added the amount of KDramas you grew up with- being Goong on top of the list because of the historic and cultural twist of that rom-com.

“Rom Com,” you laughed to yourself. The word that got Namjoon puzzled the first time you talked about favourites. He made a lot of funny poetic thing out of those words, clearly making a big deal of flexing his brainy ass! You smiled to the memories of your dating journey. But as soon as you realised, bitterness and sadness took over again. It has been 3 years since the breakup, and you can’t still take it out of your system. You blamed yourself for being a weakling, a coward. Overly dramatic and pathetic. Well, that is what other fans told you when they found out he’s dating someone. Great thing is BigHit got to intervene before people starts digging into HER that makes Namjoon’s heart flutter and inspired. Writing the song HER in record-breaking time. You can’t bear to hear it now without crying your eyes out for days. It teared you out completely, leading to issues that needs professional help. He didn’t know about that, of course you would never say it. You ended the relationship without further explanation. You dropped it like it doesn’t matter anyway. “It was just a fling.” That was what you said. But you know clearly it was not.

Of course, it’s hard dating an idol. The moment you stepped into the airport when you left after your Seoul getaway, you knew it won’t work. You cling on to the promise that he’d make time to visit you secretly, or make sure you can come to their concerts if your schedule permits. But as life gave you Namjoon in an unexpected time, fate decided to give you the bitter reality. He missed your calls, he forgot your birthday, he’d text once a month. You tried to understand all of that. He clearly has dreams to chase, and you can’t expect him to be with you-especially with their growing popularity. All the concerts, and pressure of producing new tracks, is too much for him…and you came along. Another added stress to what is already on his shoulders. He pleaded to make it work, but you knew it won’t. The biggest part-lack of human touch. You crave for it. You needed it. You needed to be reassured, and you consider touch as your love language. And it is very impossible for two people living miles apart. Heck, worlds apart! At first, you find ways. But virtually, is nothing compared to what you’ve shared back then. The amazing touch, sounds you never knew existed, his deep voice moaning your name… You shake your head once more. “Not gonna happen again. 3 years, Y/N. He moved on. You broke the poor man’s heart because you’re weak. So let him go. Let go!” you say that every day, like a mantra that keeps you going through the whole day.

You opened your SNS to check up on your friends and update them of everything. They are already planning of visiting you. Unlike with them, they did not break Yoongi and Jimin’s hearts. They made it clear after that triple date not to get involved emotionally. They knew better, you did not listen to them, hence they named you “the hard-headed, heart-breaker”. You love their honesty though, and the way they put up with all your drama and crying and making sure you’re attending therapies. It’s not that you’ve attempted to end your life though, you just didn’t find any more reasons to do the things you used to love. You started drifting away from everyone else, shutting doors even to your mom, your blank stares , and the forgotten ways to find happiness. They were the first to notice you drifting away from life. They initiated therapy sessions, made sure you were never alone but still maintaining your independence, and still respecting your privacy and preferences. They are your lifeline. And without them here, it is a tough journey. But you know, you were never alone really. You found your ways of dealing and living with it, you know the pre-warning signs. You grew stronger through it all.

By the end of the day, your apartment is tidied up, all your stuff are organised, and you felt yourself starving. You decided to have a walk around the neighbourhood, looking for essential spots around the area. You found your way towards one convenience store, and that is when it hits you. Looking straight ahead, his face is plastered everywhere- even on drinks! You wish you could just have amnesia and forget you ever met. If you could just start over, you would not let a strange man jumped into your taxi from the airport. You sighed as you try to ignore his grin from the coffee canister. You picked Hoseok instead. Their group has gotten huge that if you meet people from the outer space, they will certainly know about them, too. The idea made you smile, and as crazy as it sounds. But that what Namjoon has always manifested- their message transcends to everyone. Not just being popular but creating an impact that could change one or two lives. Yet he clearly cannot see how one group touched millions of people, and continue touching and attracting positivity to every homes. You are so proud of what they have become. Not that you have personal history together, but because before you’re HER, you’re an ARMY first. You look back to the moments when you have been struggling and how the group manage to lift you up. Ironically, the leader became one of the reasons for your confusion and heartaches for the last 3 years. If there’s an advice you can give to your younger self- DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH AN IDOL.

Weeks by, and little by little you get to adopt and create a system of how you’re going to survive this new beginning. You have also met some friends which are so lovely, even some from your country. Luckily, when Hallyu wave is the topic, you can manage to explain the true reason of you coming to South Korea- which is their rich cultures and amazing landscapes. You’ve also visited the places on your bucket list with the guide of your friends, particularly Felix. He has been very accommodating and welcoming and would give you amazing trivia about the places. You spend a lot of time together and sometimes he’d pick you up at work. He’s a nice guy, and you’re starting to like him but you know you’re not ready for anything yet. You made that clear the first time you talked about relationship, but not revealing the identity of the reason.

Days rolled to weeks, turned to months and before you know it it’s been almost a year since you’ve moved. You have been thriving and surviving, managing to build a wall between you and all BTS-related stuff. It has been quite a struggle because they are everywhere but you were able to filter the Namjoon you dated, pretend he’s a different guy from the BTS leader. Because from what you’ve learned, he is really different from RM. Namjoon is real, RM is just a tiny speck of Namjoon.

Fate must’ve been really bored one day you went to a coffee shop after work. It was an unexpected get together with your friends when a familiar face appeared. Your heart begins to race, you feel blood draining from your face, and you hold your breath. “Seems like you’ve seen a ghost” said Ligia. You can’t speak, you just stared at Manager Sejin and Namjoon entering the café. “You said you’re not into KPop?” asked Jenna. You can’t find answers, you can’t think. All you want is to bask in Namjoon’s ethereal presence. He still has that effect on you. The photos from everywhere is nothing compared to the actual Namjoon. Photographers don’t do justice no matter how they try. The man’s beyond aesthetic. His hair, that silver hair you always compliment…and did he hit the gym? He clearly did, his shoulders… his chest…oh that veiny arms who used to wrapped around your waist. That chest you used to sleep on. You’re longing for his touch…. You sit there staring at him, not minding all the questions and commotion from your friends. Not until…

“Y/N?” His voice, his heavenly voice, waking you up from your frozen state. “Oh my. You’re here? Here, here?” he walks towards you and all hell lose. You looked at your friends and strangers looking blankly at you two. Manager Sejin manages to warn anyone not to take photos, bodyguards started coming in. But you, everything seems to be moving slowly. “Ba---” he was about to say it, as if it’s the most natural thing to say. “Nam—Namjoon. H-hi" you finally found your voice, shaky and whispered, but still manageable. You didn’t know how but your friends seemed to be nowhere. It’s just you and Namjoon now, even Manager Sejin seems to have left. “Why? How? When?” he asked. Not sure how to answer, you just shook your head. “I’m sorry. I can’t, I… I don’t know how to explain.. not now, Joonie" you whispered. He smiled but you know he’s confused as well. You stood there for what it feels like eternity. You longed to touch him, you wish you could. But reality is creeping in. If you do it, it’ll ruin your Namjoon. It’ll ruin him and the guys. You cannot afford to do that. You kept your composure and bowed, attempting to walk away. Because any second, you’d burst crying and it’ll be no turning back. Your friends will start asking questions, social media will be filled of your photos, articles will be put up, heck Dispatch has its own ways of finding even your whole information. No, you must leave now!

“Can I at least call you?” he suddenly whispered. “I deserve answers, Y/N" he begged. You looked at him, he’s devastated as well. Was he struggling for the past years too? Trying hard to hide his true emotions, putting up a show for the whole world to know he’s doing great? You nodded. “Same info", you replied. “Thank you. It’s great to see you" he bowed, too formal, too stiff. He walked away first from the back door as Sejin walked past you. You bowed to both at them as they make their way out. When they’re gone, the store reopened but you chose to go home immediately leaving your friends with all their questions and worried looks.

You turned everything off- phone, SNS, laptop…anything that could connect you to the outside world. Right now, you just wanted to be alone. Soak in your own tears and begin hating yourself again. He was few feet away, so near…yet so far. You pinched yourself to make sure you can still feel anything except the emotional pain. Any pain, anything that could divert you from the thoughts of what if’s. “fuck it!” was all you can say while opening another bottle of beer. Sometimes you question how you get so lucky that Namjoon knows your existence. Yet cursed because every move means you could destroy him. “I just wanted a normal life! Date a normal guy! Hold his hand in public! Kiss him in front of the crowd!” You started shouting, over and over until you get exhausted. Curse.

You’re woken up by loud knocking. You checked the clock and it’s 4am, you only had 30 minutes of rest and whoever this is means it’s urgent by how heavy the knocks are. You remembered turning off all your connections, your friends must have been so worried. You peeked at the door, a tall guy’s silhouette stands there. “The fuck you want? Who are you??!!” you yelled. Beer breath coming out and you’re starting to get really dizzy. “open up Y/N" he whispered. “Namjoon? How the fuck did he managed to find me? You asked yourself. “Sorry, wrong house" you answered. “You can’t fool me. Let me in, please. It’s freezing" he begged. “Fuck Namjoon, it’s 4am what the hell are you thinking?” you asked him as you opened your door. You have enough beer in your system to act brave as you face the inevitable questioning. His scent was the first you caught. And God knows how much you missed that scent. 4 years since you’ve last smell that, and it brings back all memories. But now is not the time to think about those memories. “You’ve been drinking?” he has a hint of annoyance in his voice. You chuckled “duh!”. He sighed and sit himself down. “Why are you not answering?” now he seems concerned. “Disconnected outside world" you managed to reply as you tried your best to walk straight. “Jeez, Y/N! You’re wasted. This is not clearly the time" he remarked. “Yes, Kim Namjoon. This is not our time! There will never be our time!” you hissed in anger. He froze by your reply, hurt perhaps, and you started sobbing yet again. “In another lifetime, perhaps" you cried before everything turned black.

You woke up with the worst hangover headache. Everything feels heavy, and the sunlight is not helping at all. You groaned as you roll over your bed and noticed your clothes on the floor. Sudden gush of shock rush through your system as you try your hardest to recall the events from yesterday. NAMJOON! You immediately looked for signs of Kim Namjoon in your room. Aside from clothes on the floor, you’re also wearing new set of pyjamas. “Oh no no no no no no!” you prayed nothing happened between you. It will be a disaster, and you can’t let it ruin your lives again. You quickly run towards the kitchen and notice that the bottles of beer are now neatly packed by the kitchen counter, the living room tidy and not a single evidence of mess. “Joonie?” you asked. But no answer. You can’t be dreaming. No matter how drunk you were last night, you know he was here. He was, and the note on the table confirmed it.

Took the liberty to cook you breakfast. Also have medicines for headache. Lemonade on the fridge. Answer my messages/calls.

-NJ

You asked yourself how can he act as if nothing happened? Like you didn’t break his heart and tore him to pieces? Are you that irrelevant? Worth forgiving without even asking for one? How can he move on so easily? You did this, and your suffering for it but he acts cool and pretends to be okay. You pushed the food aside and went on to get the lemonade, which another note was attached.

Food first before medicine.

You rolled your eyes. And sighed as you open your phone. Messages came flooding through. From friends, your mom, voice mails, and notifications. But above everything, an unknown number with lots of missed call logs. You debated whether to call back that number, as if you don’t have a hint of who owned this number. Like on Cue, the number begins calling you. You were startled and almost dropped your phone. Your heart racing and skipping a beat at the same time.

“Hello?” you greeted.

“Finally!” Namjoon groaned.

“Why?” you asked plainly. “Nothing. Just making sure you’re up and eating.”

“Yes, I saw the notes. Thanks" you sighed. Then followed by silence.

“I have to go. But I'll call you again" he said, and ended the call.

What’s new? You mumbled to yourself. It was like that. It started with calls like that. He was always busy, you get it. You let him be, talk to you whenever he can. You never asked directly or demanded anything from him. His free time means writing new tracks, and talking to you at the same time. You were okay with it. His voice calms you down and brings comfort. He would send surprise gifts, too, with the help of Abi and Maigne.

You decided to call your friends.

“Whattt??? He went to your apartment? What was he thinking???” Maigne freaked out. “I don’t know, I didn’t get the chance to ask.” You answered. “Y/N! You didn’t…..did you?” Abi asked with questioning look. “No!.... I don’t know! I woke up with different set of clothes” you looked down, trying to recall everything but to no avail. “You…aiissshhh!!! I don’t know. How are you though?” Maigne asked, concern taking over. You shrugged because honestly, you don’t know. “Is there…is there any news? You know, SNS?” you waited patiently as both of them tried hard not to spill the tea. “Hmm. Nothing so far. Clear from dispatch. Comeback goals…, few buzzed about Namjoon and mystery girl at a coffee shop.. nothing much.” Abi said, as she scrolls absent-mindedly through her feeds. “Yeah, same", added Maigne. They were busy scrolling that they did not catch your reaction from the last statement. “Coffee shop". “What?” they asked in unison. “That was me" you swallow painfully. “Why would you leave that detail???” Maigne asked. “I was pre-occupied with him barging in my apartment. But yeah, that is how we met.” And you filled them with all the details you can remember. They are confused as well, and have different opinions on how to deal with Namjoon. “We’ll be filing our vacation leave soon. Hang in there, okay?” Abi reassured and you smiled as you ended the video call. You didn’t bother calling your Mom about Namjoon, she’ll just worry and you know she’s had enough of you getting your heartbreak.

You let go and ignored the urge to text him again. Besides, you learned that they’re preparing for their comeback. What you need to prepare is how to answer your new friends. Of course you can’t tell the truth. “I attended couple of album signing and other events for BTS. They have very sharp memories,” you lied. They didn’t bugged you again, as it has become a norm for the fans to attend public events. Days pass and you decided to focus on your work instead of basking around the idea of Namjoon, or reaching out to him. But then you receive a message from him:

Namjoon: Can we meet?

You: Outside? IDK Namjoon. It’s all over SNS

Namjoon: I’ll pick you up. The guys wanted to see you, too.

You: Is that even a good idea?

Namjoon: They missed you

You: Should we be talking first? I don’t want them to get the idea that I’m coming back

Namjoon: ok

You know it hurt him, just as much as it hurts you. But it is for the better. They might get the wrong impression of you coming back to Namjoon’s life just because you’re here now. They might protect you, they can protect you. They have been always supportive of you and Namjoon. But the main concern here is- will you be able to protect them especially Namjoon? You’ve put him in so much stress and heartbreak already, you can’t let that happen again as much as you missed him. His image is more important than anything. It’s the best you can do.

You: you can come here. We can talk here.

You were fixing your dinner when you heard someone knocking. You are not expecting anyone, except Namjoon. You furrowed your brows, it can’t be… But when you opened the door, it is him.

“Hi. Wasn’t expecting you. I thought we’d schedule or something,” you stuttered. “Oh, did I catch you in a bad time?” he hesitated. “No, no. I just thought you’re busy. Come in,” you try your best to calm your nerves. Seeing him here, miraculously you’re sober this time, makes you want to cling yourself around his arms. Feel him, touch him. It took all your might not to do that. “I’m preparing dinner. Do you wanna…join?” you can’t hide the awkwardness, but he smiled. The most reassuring smile. “Sure,” he attempts to stand up but you signalled him not to. It’s like you’re both testing waters, trying to hold back everything. “So, how are you?”, he asked while looking at the photos on the table. You scoffed “Surviving”. He nodded and smiled a little. “You?” you asked. “Album prep’s going on nicely.” “No, Joon. Namjoon. You.” You insisted. “I like it when you call me that. And yeah, I guess I am trying to survive, too” Then silence followed. You know it’s time to talk about what happened, but you don’t want to ruin dinner. Stalling, you’re good at it. Prolonging your agony perhaps but at least you’re buying a little more time to look at him. The man who was once you called home. “Dinner’s ready. Wine?” you want to kick yourself for offering alcohol when you want to talk about serious stuff. He nodded, showing his dimples. Your favourite…one of your favourite parts of him.

Dinner was fine but awkward. He tried to lighten up the mood by talking about the new album, the past concerts, the craziness of the guys, and how they get full schedule for the whole year. You are very proud of them, how they handle everything together all at once. “How are you, Y/N?” he suddenly asked. “I told you, surviving.” You replied. He nodded. “Listen..” you inhaled deeply. He sighed; he knows it’s THE TALK you’re going to have. “I’m sorry for bailing out.” You dropped your gaze on the floor, not wanting to see how devastated he is. “I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve... I should’ve fought harder. But I just couldn’t. I had to let go,” your tears begin to pool in your eyes. Your vision becomes blurry. He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. So, you continued, “You were the nicest guy- RM or Namjoon. And I just can’t be with you. I can’t ruin you, Joon. I won’t forgive myself if that happens. I can’t defend you. I can’t…” “please, stop” he sighed. “It’s not on you, Y/N. I was too busy I forgot about you, your needs. My promises” he sighed. “I knew it won’t work. But at least we tried?” you whispered, sobbing. “We did,” he whispered too, voice starts to crack.

Months past, you focused yourself and everything into work that you never had any chance of thinking about what happened during that night. It was all dramatic but freeing. You stopped questioning everything and decided to move forward instead of dwelling in the past. He is doing well, too. You started to follow them on SNS again, started watching their new MVs and interviews. You smile once in a while, and ironically, their new songs comfort you. You were back being ARMY. Whatever happened in the past is far behind your control and concern right now. Besides, you are an ARMY first. You also started going to the places you once visited with Namjoon. Your favourite place to unwind and de-stress is the restaurant near Han River where you went on a dinner date. It was awkward at first, memories came flushing. But every time you set foot, it becomes your comfort zone. Plus the view is really relaxing and heavenly. One hell night, you were rushing to get away from all the stress of work, you drive all the way there only to be told that the whole place is reserved for VIP visitors. To your dismay, you sighed and stayed outside for a little while. While you were about to go home, someone called your name. “Y/N? Is that you?” You turned around and you were immediately enveloped into his hug. “Oh my! It is you! Wow!” Jimin giggled. “Jimin! Hi. Um, what…you’re here?” you asked in panicked. “Yes, the boys are inside. Come!” he pulled you. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Chim.” You said shyly. “Oh don’t worry with Namjoon. He’s cool, he’s moved on. We know.” Your heart pains by his remark. “Yeah. But… I don’t know.” You hesitated. “Just drop and say hi then I’ll let you be. I promise. We just missed you having around.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and who would not fall for that trick? Especially coming from sweet Jimin! You sighed and you let him lead you inside. “Look who I found outside!” Jimin screamed. They all looked at you, mouth wide open. You can’t bear look at them but you turned your gaze to Namjoon. “Y/N?” he stood up and walk towards you. “H-hi. I was about to go home. You guys enjoy the night.” You bowed to them and walk away, but Namjoon caught your arm. “No, no. Stay for a while. Join us. Right guys?” he asked them and they all nodded. You caught Yoongi’s eyes and he looks at you with angry look. You move your gaze to the floor, trying to contain your tears. “Yeah, Y/N. Join us” he said plainly. You know Namjoon felt the intensity of Yoongi’s words, too, but he shook it off. You smiled a little, unsure about Yoongi’s reaction. “So, Y/N. What have you been up to? Are you staying for good? Or you gonna run again?” he asked bitterly. “Hyung. Let’s not.. please drop it” Namjoon interrupted. The guys fell silent. You inhaled sharply, you were put in a hot seat, might as well give them what they want to hear. To hell with all the inhibitions and pretentions. “Look, I messed up, big time,” you started. “Y/N, we’re good. You don’t have to explain. We’ve already talked” he whispered. “No, Joon. We talked, but they didn’t hear me. They also need to know. What happened was not just between you and I. They were affected, too. I know.” You sighed. “I messed up. You’ve been so protective of me, of us. You did everything to keep my identity away from spying eyes. You protected me in a way I can’t protect you. I… I felt useless, I felt like a hindrance. I can’t come near you because I’m too afraid to be exposed. I can’t let myself ruin your career.” You swallowed hard before continuing.. “Namjoon went through a lot, I know how it feels because I got my heart broken too, you know. But you were there to console him, you have full schedule to at least help him get off his mind from me. I have nothing. I always had you to comfort me, but when it all happen, I can’t even listen to a single song nor can’t bear to say your name. You were my comfort, and I broke you. It’s selfish. I’m sorry. I will leave you be.” You started crying hard. Not giving a fuck of what you look like in front of everyone. You let your heart out, you’re

standing there vulnerable and looking pathetic but you don’t care anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to say you still care but you didn’t. You didn’t want to hurt them again especially Namjoon. “You know we are ready to risk everything just to see Namjoon happy again. He was doing well. Now, you’re here again? Why?” Yoongi asked without any emotions. “They offered me a job here. I know I should’ve rejected it. It’s dumb. But don’t worry, I will not get in your way.” You answered back. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N” Yoongi softens. He looked at you and to Namjoon. “Is there a tinge of hope when you accepted the offer, that Namjoon is part of why you accepted it?” he asked. You looked at Namjoon and started sobbing again. Because yes, you knew Seoul is home. You knew he was here. You didn’t expect nor look for him, but you let fate decide. You readied yourself of the possibility of bumping into him. Namjoon was about to hug you but you stepped back. “I can’t do this. Not again. I’m sorry” you bowed and run as fast as you could. Away from them. You opened up another wound, you did this. But you also felt relief for having the chance to explain to the guys why you did what you did. It’s for the best. Hopefully.

“So, since you’ve fully admitted to be an ARMY, can we please please please attend their concerts?”, begged Ligia when they announced the concert details few months after the storm within you had settled. “Concerts? You mean not just one day?” you asked bewildered. “YES! I’ve been saving up and finally getting enough money to go worldwide!!” she exclaimed proudly. You shook your head, “I don’t know. I have to look at my schedule first.” She screamed with excitement. “No promises!” you replied laughing. You fixed your schedule the next day you went to work, great thing concerts are scheduled during weekends. The ticket selling was nerve-wracking though! All your friends-ARMY or NOT, help you buy VIP tickets for both days. But Ligia seemed to be wanting more so with her constant nagging, you both applied for soundcheck for both days as well. And life gave you what you’ve wished for- both days with soundcheck privilege. “You’re one lucky, bitch!” she screamed when you told her you got them, unluckily for her she was not chosen. “Well, it was your idea!” you laughed, “I’ll sneak a photo or video for you” you tried to console her. “Namjoon,” she replied. All of a sudden, you gasp. “What??? I said I like Namjoon. Have photos or videos of him doing Bapsae please!” she begged. The memories of your first night came rushing on you. He was indeed great in that movement. You blushed as you tried to contain the giddy feeling taking over you. “Sure,” you managed to answer with cracking voice.

The day of the concert and you and Ligia were too excited and messy all at the same time. Her enthusiasm got over you as well as you both giggle with the posters you made and the outfit you’ve chosen for each other. You were planning something comfortable but Ligia won’t drop the lace and harness the boys were wearing during the previous concerts and concepts. “I’m not sure about this. We’ll be standing, screaming, dancing and crying in these tight outfits for 2 hours!” you screamed. “As long I catch Namjoon’s glimpse, I don’t fucking care!’” she screamed harder. Namjoon, looking at other girls with these outfit. Bitterness takes over. You sighed and let go. You’re not in any position to complain. He’s heavenly, and his dark gaze would turn anyone into feelings not known even to themselves. You shake your head to dismiss another thought of him. The que is outrageous as expected! But one thing that is amazing- ARMY strangers turn into friends the moment you’re in the que. They are all friendly and giddy and for a moment you know you’re part of something big, a family, a universe. And for what it feels like forever you are glad you’re alive in this lifetime witnessing history made by BTS. Ligia decided to come early even if she’s not part of the soundcheck, she wanted to meet all the ARMYs and started distributing gift and tokens to her new found family. You smiled and waved at her when it’s time to enter the soundcheck area. Adrenalin pumping all over your system, like it’s your first time seeing them. You smiled, trying to recall the happy memories you personally experience around the guys. One by one, the guys showed up. Hyping ARMYs and the crowd goes wild. You were screaming as well, and then he saw you. Out of all the crowd, his eyes dart on you. He looked at you from head to toe, and back to your face. You suddenly stopped and bit your lips. The boys were busy saying something to ARMY but here you are locking gaze with their leader. You saw him mouth WOW while looking at you- in a black tight leather mini skirt, mesh stockings. Red lace bralette topped with black leather jacket, choker and harness all over your body. You were cursing Ligia for making you wear such outfit but seeing Namjoon’s reaction made you feel glad. He liked it, clearly. Then Hoseok went to him and bumped him, signalling they’re about to start the soundcheck. Hoseok saw you as well and waved at you with wide eyes and silly smile. Only then you heard ARMYs screaming and you’re taken back to your senses. You pinched yourself and tried not to be too obvious with what’s happening in your body every time Namjoon looks at you. He’s sending butterflies, making your heart beat faster, taking your breath away. You remembered your promise to Ligia and took the risk of getting your phone out. It is prohibited though, but you don’t care anymore. You’re doing this not just for Ligia but for memories of what is happening to you, to him, right here. Like he knows what you are doing he went near to your area, winked sending all the ARMY screaming. Then for a moment, they rested and talked. Hoseok laughed and looked at you and all the members nodded. Jimin went to talk to the producers and Yoongi talked, “Okay this is not in the setlist but guess what?” and on cue, Bapsae played! “Shit” was all you can say as they disperse taking their own places in the stage. And a tease as he is, he chose in front of you. Your eyes widened and he showed his smirk, and you swore as you almost dropped your phone. He was at it- hard and wild. Making you sweat, swallow, squirm and trying to compose yourself. You reminded yourself once again of the reasons why you both decided to stop trying. You were fine, but damn Namjoon teasing you like this. You can feel the heat on your cheeks as he dances in front of you, locking gaze subtlety. He’s enjoying this, and whatever it is you are teasing him as well biting your lips and parting them with a sigh. He laughed and shook his head when the song ended. “WOOOOOOWWW! Amazing! See you later ARMYs!!!” screamed Jungkook. And that marks the

end of soundcheck. Before they went back, he glanced at you one more. You smiled.

You were out and showing the video to Ligia when suddenly you received a text. You quickly grabbed your phone away from her just in time the pop-up notification shows.

Namjoon: Wow. Lace and leather huh?

You: Ligia made me wear it.

Namjoon: Suits you well, Y/N.

You: Stop. I’m not going for the soundcheck tomorrow anymore!

Namjoon: you got 2 days? Just my luck

You: Rest.

Namjoon: See you later.

You furrowed your brows to his last reply but dismissed it anyway. “Who was that? You’re blushing!”, exclaimed Ligia. “No one.” You quickly deleted the messages and hand her your phone, “You want to finish the video or what?” She giddily takes it and melts in her own world.

After the concert, you felt as if you’re drained. Every time a concert ends, it’s like it brings you to a state of separation anxiety where you don’t know what else to do except re-live every moment. It goes like that all the time. You hang in there till the next time you get to hype with them, and longing starts to creep in. They were beyond amazing tonight, setting standards for concerts to the highest. Ligia was so happy and can’t stop talking about them, now confused more than ever between who her real bias is. “So, who’s your bias? I was too focused and I lost count how many times I swerve lanes tonight!” she exclaimed on your way to your apartment. “I don’t have one,” you answered honestly. “They all hit you in different ways, you know? So I threw that bias list and hype up to whoever that gives me the most feels in different situations.” She nodded. “So glad I was able to see them live. We’re lucky” she remarked. Yes, you are. And to your luck, you noticed a car parked outside your building. Great thing Ligia lives on the other building so you went separate ways. “See you tomorrow! And be sure to wear the outfit we’ve chosen or else..!” she bids as she runs to her building. Your eyes started to linger on the car parked. You don’t want to get your hopes up but who would park there with an unreleased Hyundai Palisade?

You dismissed the thought and continue walking towards your door.

Namjoon: 2 minutes

You ignored the message and decided to reply later as you settled in your couch to rest. But your rest was disturbed at exactly 2 minutes. When you opened the door, Namjoon entered quickly, looking back if someone saw him. “Shit, took you so long to go home,” he remarked. “Are you insane? Why are you here, Namjoon! Fuck, there are people outside! You’re trying to get Dispatch expose you, huh?” He laughed and sighed, basking in the sight of you and your concert outfit. Suddenly you became aware of what you have done to him. “No. Hey, this is fun. But Namjoon, we talked about this.” You tried to calm yourself but your voice is failing you, cracking because of how intense he looks at you. “Why did you go to the concert?” he asked. “I’m an ARMY and I missed seeing you perform.” He chuckled. “I- I mean all of you. Pft, not you alone! You know.. you and the boys, and..” you are shaking under his gaze. “Yeah, and why dressed like that? You know you’re attending soundcheck and it’s not crowded” he whispered. You swear his low, dark voice, would be your death. “Ligia’s fault.” “Hmm” he replied and walk closer to you. You tried to walk back, you really need to walk away. This is going to be messy and you made mental note of how this would ruin you and his career. You know better, you have to. But your body froze, your heart beats fast, your breath shallow in anticipation. The butterflies went swirling and your heart just keeps on failing you. You blame your hormones for being too wild tonight, for letting it take over the moment your eyes lock during soundcheck. The intense gaze while dancing, the memories of you having wild sex that winter. The urge, painful urge of longing for his touch. The feelings are all too overwhelming. He feels it, too. That is why he is here, risking everything just to see you. It’s not lust, it’s not just mere body craving. It’s the longing you both have been trying to contain. You both tried ignoring it when he went for closure. You know how much he strained himself not to touch you, kiss you. But tonight, all of the what if’s and risks are slowly fading. You crave for him. God knows how much you miss caressing his silky hair, kissing his soft velvety lips, playfully poking his dimples. Seems like he can read your mind, he sighed. “Y/N,” he whispered and touch his forehead to yours. “what are you doing to me?” “Joonie, I think…” you can’t finish your sentence. You just want to grab him and kiss him like it’s your last day on earth. “Baby, I want you back” he whispered, longing voice, almost begging. “I need you, Y/N. I need my yellow. When you left, I struggled a lot. I am good at hiding, but this time, seeing you here. I am willing to take the risk. Please, come back” he hugged you tight you can feel his heart beating fast. “Namjoon, we’ve talked about this. It’s a big risk for you and the whole group” you cannot deny the fact that you wanted him, too. You wanted him and willing to do whatever it takes, but what if you ruin his image? The group worked hard to where they are now. You can’t just take it away from them just because you are deeply in love with their leader. “We are all adults, we are humans. We are not perfect just as the society wants us to be. We need love, too” he whispered. You melted, like a butter your heart melts away. Who are you to deprive the love Namjoon deserves? Who are you to take his yellow away? You are coward, and you’re making him look pathetic to be begging for you. “Baby, I want to. You know how much I love you. But what if…” he didn’t let you finish. You admitted that you’re still in love with him through these years is enough for him. He slowly dip his face towards you, inch by inch you can clearly see him brightening, gaining his own beam of light. He loves you, you love him.

Whatever it takes, you throw all your worries away. You kissed him. You let your love and adoration to Kim Namjoon take over. The kiss was surprisingly slow, no rush despite the years of being apart. You take it all in, passion and pure ecstasy. His lips as soft as ever, his hands caress your back delicately as if afraid this is not real. It’s like your hand has a mind of its own, you caress his soft silver hair. His hands travels from your back to your waist and before you know it, he’s carrying you to the couch. You sit on his lap, aware of all that is happening inside his trousers and the heat building up between you. You need to feel him, you want him so bad you deepened the kiss. His tongue gently asking for permission, and you let him in. Soft moans and gasps are all you can hear in the silent living room. Before you could go any further, you break it. “Why?” he whispered. “You still have concert for tomorrow, Baby. And as much as I want you to spend the night here, I do. God, I really do. But I want to-“ “Let’s take things slow” he finished. He smiled sincerely and kiss you again, more passionate than ever. You nodded and he pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh how much I miss you, Y/N. I don’t want to let go.” He chuckled. “Me, too. So much that it hurts. But for now, you are RM. And as RM, you have to be at your 101% tomorrow. Today, you’ve been so rough and full of energy. I don’t want to have that energy all to myself tonight.” You teased. “But what about your outfit? I wanna ruin it, rip it off. Replace that choker with my hands” he whispered. “I love that. But not today” you teased back. He grunted but brings you into a tight hug. “So this means, you’re mine. Right?” he asked. “Silly! I am always yours, Kim Namjoon. Always.” You kissed him once more, savouring the feeling of being enveloped into the arms of your man once more. You were enjoying the comfiest hug when his phone buzzed. He answered but still holding you close. “Yes. I’m here at Y/N’s apartment. Shut up! No, I’m going back later. Let me fucking enjoy my girlfriend, Hoseok! STOP CALLING ME!” he laughed as he ended the call. “What was that?” you asked. “He keeps on asking if I’m coming home tonight or if I want to meet them at the stadium tomorrow instead” he chuckled. “Hoseok and his cuteness!” you giggled. “They missed you, you know. They saw you today, and they keep on bugging me to bring you there” he looked at you, asking for permission. “I missed them, too. But we’ll work it out. After what happened to Yoongi, I don’t know if I’m even welcome anymore,” you admitted. “Hey. Babe, it’s fine. When you left that night, we had discussions. They fully understand now. He even asked about you today. He saw you, too” he explained. “And…?” you bit your lips, bracing for a heart-break. “He wants to make up. So please come with me after the concert tomorrow?” he showed his dimples, acting cutely. “What if someone sees me?” you are worried and questions are starting to pile up again. “We got it covered, just like the old times. Besides, we’re adults. We’re all going to date one day, it just so happens that I got you first” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes on him, setting your head on his broad chest. “You’ve gotten big” you teased. “Wait till I show you. Now?” he whispered. “Not today” you laughed.

Your next concert outfit was the complete opposite of yesterday. You choose to wear BT21 pyjamas, complete with headband and other accessories. Since Ligia is wearing Koya, you chose to wear Chimmy. When Namjoon saw you at the soundcheck, he can’t stop laughing and even pointed it to Jimin, to which he almost rolls on the floor with too much laughing. It was fun seeing them doing the things they love, and seeing Namjoon so happy today. Others also noticed it by the amount of SNS updates of how he was looking so fine today and his dimples deeper than ever. To your surprise, they change some of the song line up for day 2. They added Outro: Her. You have mixed emotions over that song. The song he has written for you in under 20 minutes. You were on the phone then, and suddenly he interrupted you. “Wait, baby. I have something… stay on the line” The next thing you know, he was singing. His vocals that soothe you, and the sweet humming while he tries to put it all together. When it was complete, he let you hear it. “You’re the first to hear this demo. My HER” he said excitedly. “Also, your tear?” you asked sweetly. He chuckled, “yeah, my start and end”.

And now, hearing it after the breakup and now reconciliation, it hits you. All to different places but most importantly in your heart. He is so sincere and innocent and pure, and your heart swells with pride. Kim Namjoon, the philosopher, all yours. You look at him while he’s singing on the stage and it seems like he’s looking for someone- YOU. You were in barricade, so you are very near the stage. You screamed so loud even Ligia was startled. “KIM NAMJOON! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU!” And just like that, he saw you. He beamed and went to you, continue singing. To others, it may seem normal as the boys usually do that-even to the point of taking videos of themselves using ARMYs phone. But to you, it’s different, it is special. He sit, looking at you while singing. You stood there, calmly crying while Ligia’s looking at you then Namjoon then back to you, while her eyes wide open and mouth dropping. It hits her. She knew. But you don’t care anymore. You only cared about Namjoon. Your universe. When the song ended, they did their ending spiel. One by one they thank ARMY for two amazing nights and promising to see ARMYs again. They are set for world tour and you brace yourself for another rollercoaster ride.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Ligia shouted after the concert ended. “What was what?” you pretended to know nothing. “The fuck! Tell me the truth! How’d you know Namjoon? First the coffee shop, then random texts, and now HER?” Ligia interrogated. “You have to stop reading fanfictions! Jeez!” you tried to shake it off by laughing at her reaction. “Oh don’t give me that shit, Y/N! Truth, now” she demanded. “Look, I am so tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you smiled reassuringly. “You were flirting with him on the stage! And..” she gasp. “What?” You look at where Ligia is looking. “Babe,” Namjoon called you, walking towards you. “What is happening. I’m going to pass out! You… he..” she can’t finish her sentence. “What in the world, Namjoon?” you scolded him in front of your frozen friend. “It’s taking too long. I had to steal you away from…?” Namjoon looked at Ligia. “L-Ligia” she answered like she’s under a spell. “That’s enough drooling over my man, Ligia” you jokingly warned. “What the fuck, you traitor! He’s my bias!” she said jokingly but internally screaming. “What about you two get in the car before dispatch comes here?” Namjoon whispered. You pulled Ligia with you, who is clearly still in shocked. You were both greeted by the security, no other BTS members. They must have been too tired or having after party. “Where to?” asked one bodyguard. “The restaurant near Han River please” Namjoon replied, enveloping you into tight hug and kissing you on your forehead. Ligia shriek by Namjoon’s gesture. “So.. you two? If you don’t mind me asking?” interrogated Ligia. The security answered, “All information about personal life of BTS members must be kept in private. Should there be breached with the member’s personal life, please know that you are held liable and may be called to address in the court.” “Holy shit. That strict huh?” Ligia replied. You and Namjoon chuckled, and the body guard cleared his throat. “You’re in this mess, girl. Sorry” you laughed. “I still have a lot of questions though” she insisted. You shook your head and smiled. “Shit, I should’ve went straight to my apartment!” she sighed. “I trust you. But by this time, Bighit might have your information. Shhh. So” you joked around. “For fucking real? I don’t want my visa to be revoked over this relationship.” She laughed. “We’re kidding. And yes, Y/N is my girlfriend” Namjoon answered. “Lucky you! I might start crying now” she replied, literally teary-eyed. “Hey, I’m not gonna take your bias-RM, away. Kim Namjoon is mine, RM is for all ARMY” you replied. He tightened his hug around you, “I think I’m the lucky one.” He kissed you in the forehead once again.

The dinner went well, with Ligia talking and asking about how cool being the biggest boy band right now, the groups plan for the future, and keeps praising them and thanking them for all the music and inspiration they give to everyone. Namjoon feeds her with details about the preparation from the concerts while subtly keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your waist. He doesn’t want to be rude but you know he wants to rest now. When Ligia run out of things to say, she finally retreats. “so, how am I going home now?” she chuckled. “We’ll drop you off your apartment.” Replied the bodyguard. “What about you, Y/N?” she asked. “Oh she’s coming with me.” Namjoon replied casually. Her eyes wide and smirked, “oh..” You shake your head with her reaction. “Seems like you both are ready to bed, wearing pyjamas at concerts.” Namjoon chuckled.

After dropping Ligia, you went to your apartment to get some stuff. You decided to visit the boys and celebrate with them before they go to intense rehearsals for their upcoming world tour. They’re going to the US for couple of months and you have decided to stay rather than go with them, besides work needs you here and you haven’t had time to file your leave. You’re okay with it. You have manage more than a year without seeing each other, what is months compared to it. At least now, you know he’s just literally around the corner when they’re back home.

The boys greeted you one by one. They are as welcoming as ever, and unlike the previous encounter at the restaurant, Yoongi came in hugging you and ruffling your hair. “Welcome home, Y/N” he said. “Oh Yoongi, I missed you. Sorry about-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Let’s forget about it. It’s done. We’ll start anew!” He pulled you in and you settled beside Namjoon as they set up their table for after party. “Oh shit, we have VLive schedule! We promised ARMY!” reminded Jin. “Oh okay, no worries. I’ll leave you guys alone. Will just roam around Namjoon’s room” you said goodbye to them and settle in his room, opening your Vlive as if you’re not in the same house with them. When they started the live feed, you noticed your bag near Namjoon. “Shit!!! ARMY eyes!” you immediately texted him informing about the bag. He stood up and clumsily took your bag away. Comments came rushing on VLive asking about the bag and Jin trying to find a perfect excuse. “I am fond of bags” Hoseok saved him. “You want to see what’s inside my bag? Maybe I’ll do that on the next VLive.” He added. Namjoon came running inside, giving you your bag. “I’m sorry” you lowered your gaze. “Hey, it’s all good, Baby. Just an excuse to kiss you, I’ve been dying to kiss you!” He kissed you passionately until you hear the boys shouting for Namjoon. He immediately ran out, hair dishevelled and Taehyung almost choke laughing. “Hyung, your hair. A mess! You must’ve-” the boys cut him out and he realized he almost spilled the tea. They all laughed and being silly talking about everything they love about ARMY, the concert, and how excited they are for the upcoming world tour. They promised to go on live during their breaks and will go home as soon as it’s over. “We know you will be waiting for us, we will come back as soon as possible!” Namjoon promised. “In an instant, yeah hyung?” teased Taehyung once more, sending Namjoon blushing, and his eyes nowhere to be found. “Gosh, these guys” you laughed.

After the VLive ended, you went out and joined them to their after-party. He couldn’t take his hands off of you, drawing circles on your lower back. They are already getting drunk- Hoseok turning into tomato red, Seokjin louder than ever, Yoongi being savage but turns out he is really funny, Jimin can’t barely open his eyes from too much laughing, Jungkook dozing off, Taehyung started to sing every song on their new album, and your man whispering how excited he is to be finally introducing you to his family. You almost choke at his plan. Meeting his family is a big deal especially in their culture. You can’t just bring someone without being sure of your future with her. “You’re probably just drunk. Come on, let’s go!” you tried to pull him up but his stronger. He pulled you on his lap and start kissing you. “So this is what were witnessing every day?” Taehyung remarked. “Hmm mmm” Namjoon replied, mouth still exploring yours. “AISSHHH! Get a room!” Yoongi shouted. “That’s hot!” remarked Hoseok. “Oh my god! Stop! I’m getting turned on!” joked Jimin. You laughed and tried to push Namjoon away but he deepened the kiss. “Show off! Just clean up after your mess. Not a single drop in the our common area!” Seokjin exclaimed. “Baby-stop” you managed to finally free yourself from Namjoon. He laughed and you can now clearly see the expressions of the members. They have their phone on both of you, probably taking photos and videos for blackmailing. “Stop it, you guys!” you said embarrassed. You covered your face and they all laughed. “We’re just happy you are finally here, Y/N. Really. Namjoon’s glowing again. And he’s writing tracks more than ever” Hoseok commented. “I’m never leaving. I’m here to stay” you reassured them. “You’re gonna live here? Great! But I’m serious about the rule- if you’re going to do it in all common areas, please clean up” Seokjin commented. “No! Just learn how to knock in my room and even my studio, especially you Jimin and Jungkook” Namjoon replied. They both nodded, and the night ended with more laughter and more beer.

You woke up with a very bad headache and it took you minutes to make up where you are. Too many KAWS figures, bonsai plants, paintings… “Namjoon?” you immediately called out his name but he’s nowhere to be found. You went out and the boys greeted you, the living room smells like pancake and the maknaes running around chasing after the last banana milk that Jimin is holding. “Where’s Joonie?” you asked Jin while helping him prepare the table for breakfast. “RKive I think” he replied. You went there and smile at the sight of your man. Brows furrowed, lips plumped, he’s clearly in the zone of making another track he didn’t even noticed you walked in. “Baby, do you want to have your breakfast here?” you politely asked, trying not to disturbed him. “Oh, sorry I didn’t notice you, babe. Good morning, sunshine!” he enveloped you into tight hug and kissed your forehead. “What are you up to?” you asked, noticing the emptied coffee cups on his desk. “Working on new tracks. There are so much to do, I don’t want to miss the ideas that came rushing this morning” he pulled you into his lap and wrapped your arms around your waist. “Breakfast first, please? I don’t want you get sick especially you’re going away” you pouted. “Hmm, what about dessert first?” he whispered. You furrowed your brows, not sure if you have the same meaning of dessert. “What dessert?” you innocently asked. He pointed at his groin, which you notice a big tent. “Oh, need help with that?” you replied playfully. He winked and in an instant you pulled yourself up from his lap, turned his chair around and dropped on your knees. “Fuck,” he chuckled while quickly letting his fleece shorts drop. You are still amaze by the sight of Namjoon’s huge dick despite having to ride it many times before. The years without him, you haven’t forgot this amazing view and you’d relive it a million times. But right here, right now, you can’t help but be thankful of following your heart rather than living in what if’s. “Are you just gonna stare at it?” he chuckled. “You’re a god.” You managed to reply before slowly running your tongue along his shaft. You could hear his deep moans. He grabbed your hair to have better view of how you beautifully you suck his dick. You take it all in, tasting his sweet-salty precum. You circled you tongue on his tip, gently running from side to side, trying your best to please your man. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so fucking hot!” he managed to say in between his gripped teeth. Jaw clenching, and clearly trying not to go deeper to hurt you, you gathered all the courage and deep swallowed him whole until you can feel it at the back of your throat. His eyes were wide and he tightened his grip on your head “Shit baby! You’ve been a practicing?” he has a tinge of annoyance in his voice. You’re taken back to that night when you first had sex, it was still new to you. “hmm” you replied, sending the vibrations to every inch of his thick manhood. You let go for a second to catch your breath. “No, sir. It was you, only you!” And that’s the truth. No matter how intense your longing for him or any human touch, you’ve never bed a guy even after your break up. You can’t think of sucking other dicks except Namjoon’s. “Such a good girl,” he managed to reply before you started sucking him again. Namjoon’s moan is all you can ever hear in his studio and you start bobbing your head faster, determined to make him cum in your mouth. “Shit baby. I’m cumming… fuck.. Y/N ahh” he filled your mouth with his warm, heavenly juice. You looked at him and swallowed, making sure no drip on the carpet. You suck him clean! “Fuck that is so freaking hot!” he exclaimed while guiding you back to his lap. “Your turn, baby” he whispered. You bit your lips and gently shook your head. “What? Why? I want to make you feel good.” He pleaded. “Tonight, my love. You have full access” you teased and bit his earlobe. He groaned and laughed, pulling you closer to him.

You went out after Jin keeps on knocking, telling the food is getting cold. They were all shocked and started laughing when you emerge. “What the hell are you laughing at?” Namjoon answered. “You realized your door was not closed yeah?” Hoseok exclaimed, chuckling. You buried your self in Namjoon’s back in embarrassment, prayed that a UFO is real and that they’ll suck you up any second now. “Shit sorry” chuckled Namjoon. “Pft, it’s alright. It’s not like Hoseok has been silent during sex, too” Taehyung respond. “Hoseok?” you looked at his innocent smile. “Shut up, Taehyung. It was a one-night stand!” he yelled back laughing. You shake your head over their mischievousness, somewhat it comforts you. They are adults, indeed. And they need skin ship, too, like everyone else. Sometimes, seeing them playfully talk about adult stuff and just being their own selves inside their house makes me feel like they have another persona. Being an idol must’ve been tiring, especially they started too young, and society has been very keen to each move they make. You settled down and joined them for breakfast, thinking about how lucky you are to be spending these days with them.

World tour preparation was tiring, even for you. You decided to go home that night but Namjoon asked you to come back. “I really wanted to make up to you, spend the days here before we go for the tour. Please, baby?” he whispered with his cute little puppy eyes. You can’t help but say yes to his cuteness. He giggled like a playful kid before calling the security to drive you up in your apartment and pick few clothes and stuff. On your way back, you decided to buy the boys some ice cream cake and banana milk. It’s a small gesture as a thank you gift for welcoming you again in their home and being so supportive of you and Namjoon. Jimin yelp in joy when he saw the ice cream cake, and Jungkook immediately take the banana milk, carefully labelling each for the members. Jin continues to impress you with his cooking skills, making you feel embarrass for not cooking deliciously as he does. “Aish, Y/N! You will learn through the years. Even if you and Namjoon get married, you will still be with us so I can teach you all the cooking skills!” he said proudly. You blushed at the thought of you and Namjoon and marriage, but it’s too early to tell. You’re still starting over, testing waters,, though you are quite sure you can see him in your future. You noticed him missing again, while the guys are gathered up for a movie marathon. And then suddenly, Vlive notified you that BTS is live. You opened the notification and you see him showing off his new collections in his studio. You smiled proudly as he talks about the future plans of BTS and the new tracks he’s working on. Somewhere though, in the middle of his VLive he showed a pair of baby shoes. He said it’s for his collection, accessory of some sort. The tiny brown baby shoes! “Wooopppss, someone’s planning for the future.” Laughed Taehyung. “Oh my, you’re pregnant Y/N????” asked Jimin. “NO! no no no no no! Oh my god no!” you said blushing. “You can tell us. Are we going to be fathers?” insisted Hoseok. “No….I don’t know. No!” you said laughing. It is impossible, you haven’t had sex yet. But of course, you can’t say that to them, a little privacy is precious especially living with them. You immediately sent him a message:

You: Kim Namjoon, are you out of your fucking mind? The boys are grilling me now asking if THEY ARE GOING TO BE FATHERS?! WTH does that even mean?

You saw him on Vlive reading something and he laughed. You are not sure if he’s reading vlive comments or he’s reading your message. Either way, you have forgiven him for such silliness, especially seeing him how he brightens up when he showed the baby shoes. One day, someday, Joonie you promised yourself. When the VLive ended, you stared at him trying to look mad. He laughed and scooped you from your sit, twirling you around before sitting and putting you on his lap. You saw Taehyung grinning as if thinking of mischievous things. “So, baby shoes huh?” he started. “Taehyung, stop. I am not pregnant” you laughed. “Well, not for now.” He replied making you shake your head. “When that time comes, we will let you know, Tae” Namjoon reassured, “But for now, Y/N are going to bed. Might as well you guys too. Long day ahead tomorrow. Meeting with Bang PDnim and the tour team.” He added. The guys all had mischievous smiles as they say their goodnights to you.

“Urgh today’s tiring, and I missed you!” he whined. “I was just out to get my stuff, you missed me already? What will happen to you when you’re in tour?” you asked. “Come with me?” His question came as a surprise. “Baby you know I can’t do that. People will start to wonder.”

“But what if Bighit hires you?” he insisted. “As what? Translator? You already know English. You’ve been doing it since then.” You laughed at the idea of being their translator. “No, no, baby. You’re needed. I’ll talk to Bang and-“you didn’t let him finish. You put one finger on his mouth to make him drop the topic. “Baby, I’m okay with my work now. And if you ask Bang PDnim, he might refuse. Code of conduct, all the policies..you know.” You sighed. “But you’re my girlfriend before they hire you, so technically we didn’t breach employee policies?” His being a smart-ass on this one, he has a point though. “I would love to stay by your side all the time, but it will look like a huge favour and special treatment especially I am your girlfriend” you insisted. “Just please try?” he kissed your forehead. He’s not going to drop this of until you sighed and nodded. He smiled sweetly and kissed you. It was a sweet, passionate kiss at first but the moment you hold unto his neck, you can feel the heat throughout your body. It’s been too long, way too long, that you’ve been wanting to feel him. You cannot hold on any longer so you deepened the kiss. You heard him let out a moan, a cue that he wants what you want as well. Tongues teasing, lip-biting. His hands roamed around your body, tightened his grip on your waist and gently laid you on the bed. “Lock the door!” you reminded him. He jumped as quickly, almost tripping which made you giggle at his clumsiness, and in less than 5 seconds he’s back on top of you. “Oh finally! All mine!” he whispered, almost ripping his shirt as he struggled to get off. You can feel your core getting hot, with every kiss and touch. He bites your lips teasingly, making you moan. You deepened the kiss getting as aggressive as he is. He found your sweet spot on your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks as he goes down to the curves of your breast. He removes your dress in one swift motion, leaving you in your lace bra and panties. His gaze turning dark as he roams his eyes through your breast down to your core. “So fucking gorgeous! And all mine!” he whispered as he licks your cleavage making you tighten your grip on his hair. “and fucking taste good, too" he added. You prepared for this night, wearing a front-lock red brassiere that screams fuck me daddy. “Strip for me", he commanded. “Hmm, all bossy are we?” you teased. “Do it or you’re not gonna have any of this" he grinned while removing his boxers. His dick hard, reddish, and ready. You bit your lips and stood up. “Don’t make a move, don’t dare touch yourself “ you commanded. Two can play this game, you thought. He grinned and positioned himself on the bed frame. You slowly pull one strap, so slow he groaned. You are basically eye-fucking him, if there’s even a thing. To his surprise, you started slow dancing as you unlock your bra. Throwing it in front of him. You can hear him groaning and trying hard not to touch himself with your own little show. “Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to slide my cock on that” he growled. “hmmm I’d love that. Can’t wait to feel the friction here…” you touched your nipples and slowly caress your breast. You glide your hands on your stomach, “and here, too. Your hot mouth sucking, biting…” You slowly, soooo slowly, shake your hips to get out of your lace underwear, “your tongue, fingers, and your hard cock here" you were about to touch your self but he grabbed you, spinning you around, dropping you on the mattress. You moaned by his aggressiveness and eagerness. “Oh Baby, can’t wait to fuck you hard, you’ll be sore for days!” he whispered as he playfully bite your nipple. “oh shit, Joon!” you moaned. You can feel your core dripping. You needed some friction. You started grinding getting ready to take whatever Namjoon’s going to offer. “Look at you so needy" he suck your breast so hard you know it’ll leave marks and bruises the next day. You tried pulling him, scratching his porcelain skin. “Baby, pleasssee" you beg. “Say it. What do you want, Princess?” he grinned. “touch me! Fuck Namjoon. Or…or thighs! Friction. Now!” you

almost scream. He chuckled and pulled you, making you sit on one of his thigh. “You asked for thigh. Thigh is all you get" You take it, whatever that could satisfy your longing. You grind, not minding the mess and juice scattered on his precious well-tone thigh. “fuck, I can feel your wetness! You’re wild!” he chuckled. “shut up, suck me" you guided his head on your neck. You want him to leave marks all over your body, a mark that signs you’re his and he’s yours. And he did. You moaned by the intensity of each bite, but it’s not enough. “fuck me, baby. Hard" You’re almost begging. “thought you’d never ask" he replied.

He guides you and you slowly sink into his long, thick, hot rod. Your wetness helping you both settle, adjusting to each other. “shit your tight. And wet..god Y/N” he moaned. With each grunt and moan and sucking he does, it gives you more courage to be rough at him, too. You started circling your hips, and he let’s you do as you please. He tightens his grips into your waist and pumps you until you both find your rhythm. “baby, I'm cumming" you bite his shoulder to muffle your own moan. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. You’re a hot mess and fuck I love you so much!” he continued going deeper and deeper until you reach your high. “Turn around, hold here" he guides your hands to the bed frame and lifts your butt, slapping it before sinking in real deep. “fuck Namjoon!” you yelped with the sudden sting, but it feels you nice you have to ask again. He circled his hips, hard and deep, one hand on your waist and the other in your boob. Too much sensation, overwhelming and with every thrust you can hear the bed frame creaking. You had to try not to scream with each thrust, so you suck on Namjoon's finger instead, biting it at the process but he didn’t care. He’s too focus riding you and making sure you hear his praises about you and moaning your name. “baby, where do you---" you didn’t let him finish his question, you tightened your walls around him making him moan louder “inside!” you replied. You reach your high at the same time, moaning each other’s name. He gently pressed and massage your navel as you come to stop, making you feel good as you both calm down. “Wow baby!” he chuckled as you both collapse to the bed. He flips you over and kissed your forehead, then your lips. As sweetly, passionately, and heavenly. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered on your lips. “I love you, my Namjoon" you replied, making him blush.

“I missed fucking you that hard,” he chuckled, as you both catch your breaths. “We have all the time, baby!” you responded, enveloped in his arms. “But… how are we going to explain the ripped sheets?” you added. “We might need to stock up linens here from now on,” he replied.

After cleaning up, he went out to look for fresh linens. Luckily, the guys are all asleep now, more like you prayed they’re really asleep now, realizing how hard and loud he made you cum. “Baby, please consider joining us in our tour? Even just this leg? I can’t bear a day without you..not again?” he whispered when you’re both settling to sleep. “I promise. I’ll take a vacation leave and if it’s approved, I’ll come. Don’t get your hopes up just yet. I’m not going to drop my work; I’ll just try being your translator for this leg.” He made a cute face, the one that his dimples are showing, eyes closed, and then getting shy right after. Your heart melts every time he does that and wonder how lucky you are to have him in your life. Yes, you are never going to let go. Not anymore. He deserves the world, he deserves someone who he can share the real Namjoon with, someone who will be his shoulder through ups and downs. Someone who can accept all the flaws and cons of dating someone like him. You are ready to fight for him, against all odds. You are ready to give your life to Kim Namjoon.

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Author's note: Planned to end it here but I guess I'll be making Part Three soon 😂🤷‍♀️

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