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Heaven is Here (if you want it)

A spicy scene from my evolving fic Dear Fellow Traveler. This won’t come into play until further down the line, but I finished it now so I decided to get some feedback. I do hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think <3

Rating: E Pairing: Avatrice Words: 5376

Contains: Enby Ava, praise kink, strap-ons, flip-flopping, wing kink.

They were kissing on the desk in Ava’s room. Ava had Beatrice sitting on the desk itself, standing between her legs and keeping them spread apart with their hands. Old Home was quiet around them as a sleepy morning progressed into a lazy afternoon.

There was nothing lazy about what they were doing, however. Their mouths slid hot and heavy against each other, barely able to separate for breath, and Ava pressed their hands firmly on Bea’s lower back, keeping their bodies close together.

All of this was still fairly new to Beatrice, but her body seemed to have an instinctive grasp on what to do, because her hips started rolling against Ava’s abdomen quite of their own accord. Ava smiled playfully into her mouth when they registered this. Their hands dipped lower to grip her by the ass as they shifted ever-so-slightly upward, bringing their pelvis flush against hers.

“Are you glad to see me, Bea?” They asked, grinning smugly when Beatrice’s breathing stuttered at the contact.

Not one to be outdone, Beatrice responded in kind, wrapping her legs around Ava’s waist and pulling them in tighter. “As glad as you are to see me, I suspect.”

They chuckled, grinning with full teeth as their hands guided her into a steady rhythm. “You know, sometimes I think I remember more than I realize,” they said, talking and grinding at the same speed. “Because sometimes I’m positive that I can make jokes out of the things people say. I just don’t know how because I don’t have the context anymore. Like right now, I know there’s something funny about this, and I think I know why, but the rest won’t come.” Then they snorted. “Heh, come.”

“You are your own best audience, darling,” Beatrice responded blithely, more focused on how the seam of her pants was pressing perfectly against her core. She braced her arms behind her on the desk to push ever more forcefully against Ava.

“Probably just means I have to remake the jokes myself,” Ava continued. With their hands occupied, they used their teeth to tug at the collar of Bea’s button-up, pulling it open enough for them to nibble on her collarbones and run their wet tongue along her throat. “You wanna help me with that, Bea?”

“What did you have in mind?”

Ava smiled wide against her cheek and pressed a kiss there. “I’ll show you.” With that, they retreated, gently pulling out of Beatrice’s hold and kissing her once before turning away. “If you see this and aren’t interested, it’s no problem,” they said as they skipped over to their closet. “It’s not for everyone, but I think most people like it when they try it.” Beatrice waited on the desk as they began rummaging around, leaning forward curiously to see what they were looking for.

After a minute of searching, they emerged with a box. Beatrice blinked, her brow furrowing as Ava carried it back to her. “A box?”

“No, silly,” Ava said, flicking her shoulder. “In the box. It’s this.” They opened the top and revealed its contents, which did not help to resolve her confusion.

She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at. It was a… translucent rod of some kind, several inches long, with a minor curve in its shaft. One of its ends flared outward, looking slightly bulbous, while the other was attached to some kind of base and a mess of leather strips and metal buckles.

She looked between it and Ava in evident befuddlement. “What is that?”

“It’s got a few names attached to it. I usually call it a strap-on, or strap,” they said, shrugging. “But it’s a toy, basically. A sex toy.”

“A sex… toy…” she repeated, puzzling over the term. “How do you…” She blushed, the words becoming a jumble in her brain.

“Play with it?” Ava finished for her. “You wear it. Or, well, one person wears it, and they fuck the other person with it. It’s a toy cock, basically.”

The word “cock” struck a chord of recognition for Beatrice, casting her mind back to the random pile of books she pored through on her first trip to the library. One of them had been a battered anatomy textbook, and another had been a strange fiction story that she hadn’t finished. She frowned. “It’s meant to emulate male genitalia?”

“In a word, yeah,” Ava said. “Like I said, if you don’t want to, I’ll put it away right now.”

“I didn’t say that,” Beatrice countered. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it, truthfully. The textbook’s diagrams of the male form hadn’t interested her in the slightest beyond simple curiosity, and she certainly couldn’t imagine herself being interested in any flesh-and-blood males either, based on what she’d seen of them.

But, if she pictured Ava with a… cock, well… that changed things. Still, she found herself apprehensive. “What does it feel like?” She finally asked.

Ava tilted their head. “Wearing it or getting fucked with it?”

“Both, I suppose,” she said, blushing at the other haibane’s coarse language.

“Well, wearing it usually feels pretty good. It’s designed to stimulate the clit while you use it, so if you know what you’re doing, it’s really nice.” They shrugged. “Getting fucked with it… I guess you don’t have much to compare it to, but it mostly feels really full. It’s not too big, but it definitely gets the job done. It’s longer than most fingers too, so it can go deeper. Again, if you know what you’re doing, it can feel really, really good.”

Beatrice considered this, looking down at the odd toy again while Ava pressed their hands against her ribs, rubbing in calming circles. She appreciated that, but found it unnecessary. She was calm. She was interested, at least enough to make an attempt.

“Let’s try it,” she told them decisively, before sliding off the desk. Ava wrapped their arms securely around her waist as she did so, kissing her sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, feeling more certain with each passing second. “I am. Although, I think you’ll need to… use it, at least this time.”

Ava beamed at her with teeth and kissed her again, harder. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you so well you won’t remember anything else today.”

Beatrice smirked back at them with eyebrows raised. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

They moved to the bed, undressing each other as they went and giggling giddily as they stripped down. Ava pushed Beatrice to sit on the edge of the bed while they put the toy on. That was when she realized that the mess of leather and buckles was actually a harness, one that looped securely around Ava’s hips and locked the fake cock in place over her cunt.

Just as she suspected, seeing this sort of thing on Ava evoked a much different feeling than pictures in a textbook. They hadn’t done anything more than make out and get naked, but Beatrice could already feel herself getting wet with excitement. That excitement only grew as Ava fastened the last buckle. They wrapped one hand around the shaft of the thing and jerked their wrist in an up-and-down motion for several seconds, grunting softly as they did so. Beatrice realized a second late that they were playing with themself, pushing on the base of the toy to rub against their clit, and this realization was powerful enough to make her drip onto her own thighs.

Ava noticed this, their eyes fixating on the apex of Bea’s legs while their wrist continued to pump. “Are you getting wet, Bea? Ready for me to fuck you?”

Provoked, Beatrice spread her legs wider, showing herself more fully to Ava. “I guess that depends on if you’re ready to fuck me.”

“Sassy,” Ava purred, stalking slowly forward. They dropped to their knees in front of her and gripped her thighs with both hands to keep them apart. Beatrice carded her fingers through their hair as they pressed kisses all over her belly before dipping down to ghost teasingly over her pussy. “You’re ready, alright,” they growled before sucking her into their mouth. Beatrice hissed through her teeth as a too-clever tongue worked her over, dipping inside her quickly before retreating to lick her clit in tight little circles. They did this several times, winding her up until she was practically riding their mouth and keeping them close with a tight-fisted hand.

Ava retreated before she could get anywhere, however, smugly smirking up at her when she grumbled at them. “Patience is a virtue, baby,” they told her. “And I want you to cum on my dick, got it?” They allowed her to drag them up into a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, but then they started pushing her backward on the bed. “I’d like to do this a certain way, okay? I promise it’ll be good. Will you try it for me?”

“What do you want me to do?” She asked.

“Get up and turn around on the bed, baby. On your hands and knees.” They helped guide her into the position they wanted, making it so that her knees were folded under her abdomen and her face was resting against the mattress. She was initially confused about the purpose of this, until she felt Ava push against her backside, pressing the toy against her damp folds.

“Oh,” she moaned, arching back into the sensation.

“See what I mean?” Ava said, rubbing her sides. “You’re gonna love this, I can already tell. Let me just get some lube on.” They retreated momentarily, and Beatrice could hear something like a bottle or tube being uncapped. There came a slick, rubbing sound that made her ears turn red, and then Ava was back in the same position, using their hips to stroke the toy against her cunt until she could feel herself dripping onto it. “So nice, right, Bea? I’m going to try pushing it in now.” They framed her hips with both hands, and moved until the head of the cock was teasing her entrance. “It can be a lot to handle at first, so I’m gonna go slow, okay? Just focus on breathing and relaxing, and if it doesn’t feel good or you want to stop, tell me.”

“I will,” Beatrice promised. True to their word, Ava took their time. When the tip of the toy first pushed inside her, it retreated quickly. Then it returned, pressing in a little more, before pulling back. She didn’t find anything spectacular about it at first. It felt nice, to be sure, but it wasn’t anything life-changing.

It wasn’t until Ava had worked it halfway into her that this opinion started to change, but when it did, it changed rapidly.

“Oh, mmm,” she groaned when Ava put a little more force into their next thrust, pushing almost the entire length inside her. Suddenly, she understood what Ava had said about feeling full. Taking Ava’s fingers had been incredible, but this was downright dizzying. The thing was girthy enough to press against all of her walls at once, giving her no angle of escape from the persistent stimulation it provided.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Bea?” They asked, pulling back once more before finally bottoming out inside her.

“It does,” she whimpered, shaking from the overwhelming feeling of it. “It feels so good, darling.”

Ava paused there, keeping the toy fully sheathed inside as they waited for her to get her bearings. They rubbed a soothing hand over her spine, crooning softly in time with her needy whines and pants.

“Are you still having tenderness along here?” As they asked the question, Ava’s fingertips ghosted over the downy place where Beatrice’s wings emerged from her back. Their other hand kept up a loose but steady hold on her hip, thumb rubbing aimlessly over her skin.

Beatrice hummed, too distracted by the fullness between her legs to give a proper response. Apparently, this was unsatisfactory to Ava, who leaned over and down until they were flush against Bea’s back. The hand touching her wings remained in place, but the other traveled upward, leaving a trail of heat along her ribs and over her breast until she felt careful fingers taking hold of her jaw.

“I need an answer, baby. Are your wings still sore?” Beatrice couldn’t help how she shivered from halo to toe as Ava’s lips teased her ear, nor the way her core tightened around the toy when she registered the vibration of the words passing through Ava’s chest into her spine.

Losing herself to all of these sensations was perilously easy, but those fingers at her chin were insistent, so Beatrice bit her lower lip hard and took a deep, grounding breath.

“No, they’re alright,” she answered, feeling a vague sense of accomplishment when her voice didn’t tremble. “I can even lay on my back now, for short periods.”

“Okay,” Ava murmured, pressing a butterfly kiss to her temple before straightening up again. Beatrice shivered again, this time from the loss of warmth and weight against her back. Ava’s hands returned to their previous positions, but this time their right hand curled under Bea’s wing to anchor itself at the base. “If it starts to hurt, or if you don’t like it, tell me right away, got it?” Biting her lip again, Beatrice nodded. “Good, I’m gonna start moving now.”

Move, they did. The first draw backwards was excruciatingly slow, as Beatrice swore she could feel every millimeter of the fake cock drag against her inner walls. Each of those millimeters pressed back in just as slowly, drawing a near noiseless whine from her throat when Ava bottomed out. This process repeated several times, each time ramping up with a bit more speed, a touch more force, but it wasn’t enough.

“Faster,” she whimpered, pressing her hips back against Ava’s. It was a shameless, wanton thing to do, one that the weakening but ever present specter in her mind told her she should be ashamed of, but she quickly and forcefully pushed it aside. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more, pretty girl,” Ava practically purred, the pet name drawing another eager gush of arousal from Beatrice’s cunt. “Fuck, you are wet. I can feel you on my skin, Bea,” they grunted, grinding instinctively against her ass and groaning as the base of the strap rubbed their clit. “Hold onto the sheets for me, okay, baby? I’m going to fuck you good now.”

Beatrice’s hands curled obediently into the moth-bitten duvet, and she was tempted to dig her teeth in too when Ava’s next thrust hit with a bolt of lightning. As it was, she pressed her face into the mattress to stifle the embarrassing yelp that left her at the sudden motion, and kept it there to hide her breathless little moans as Ava started rutting into her at a steady and devastating pace. It still wasn’t particularly fast, but each thrust was deep and purposeful, burying the strap inside her hungry intention.

Beatrice found her own body just as ravenous. Like all the cunning trickster beasts out of the library’s storybooks, she chased Ava’s cock when it drew back and fought to trap it when it returned, her drenched pussy clenching around it as a wolf’s jaw clamps down on a rabbit. By the shuddering pants and soft grunts coming from behind her, she knew Ava could feel it, feel how they had to work to maintain the rhythm they had chosen, the tempo and intensity.

“Fuck, you’re so good, Bea, you’re taking me so good,” they whimpered, their fingers flexing spasmodically around Beatrice’s hip and wing. “Keep pressing back on me like that, I can feel you.”

Beatrice was nothing if not a diligent worker, and she found in her gut a fire, a blazing determination to make Ava feel her, to turn this overwhelming pleasure back on its creator. In the spirit of such passionate fairness, she pressed her palms flat against the duvet and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees again, a position that actually gave her a very slight height advantage on the other haibane. In most circumstances, the difference was negligible, but here the subtle shift in angle pulled a particularly ruined whine from Ava and momentarily caused their hips to falter. “Baby, baby, Bea…” they chanted, turning the simple recitation into something primally lyrical. “Do you feel good? Please, I need you to feel good, please.”

“I do,” Beatrice intoned breathlessly. “I do. You’re wonderful, Ava. I’ve never felt like this before.” Telling the truth had never been more satisfying, Beatrice thought. She would dare to say that no one in the world could understand the feverish, aching joy she felt in this moment. The world, after all, was as small as a town. “Keep going, darling.”

“Shit,” Ava swore. “Can I… can I move you? I want you up against me." Beatrice leaned back on her hips, allowing Ava to wrap an arm around her midsection and pull her upright until they were flush together again. Ava's right hand drifted down to cup Bea's breast, while they buried their face into one of Bea's wings. "Mmo mhoft."

"What was that?" Ava's canting hips continued to push into her relentlessly, making it difficult to keep track of the conversation, but Beatrice did her best despite the clever fingers now pulling and teasing her nipple. "Darling, what did you say?"

Ava’s face emerged from her wing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against her shoulder. "So soft," they repeated, sounding drunk. "Your wings, Bea. So pretty and soft. Pretty and gray."

"Just like yours," Bea panted, hissing when Ava’s left hand joined the right in playing with her breasts.

In response, Ava buried their face in feathers again. "Mhot mike mhine," they mumbled, but before Beatrice could ask what they meant, her words were quieted and turned to nonsense by pressure against her clit.

"Oh, Ava," she gasped, her hips bucking erratically, uncontrollably. She was trapped between two bone-shaking sources of pleasure. Ava's hands and cock were holding her in place better than any ropes or sky-high walls could dream of. They stole her breath and turned her brain to mush. "Ava, Ava, I'm close!"

"I know, Bea," Ava groaned. "Fuck, I can almost feel it. Will you cum for me, baby?"

Beatrice nodded frantically, tossing her head back onto Ava's shoulder and leaving her neck wide open to be sucked and marked. Her hands seemed to move of their own accord, one traveling upward to cover Ava's over her breast, and the other reaching back to grasp madly at Ava's ass, a wordless plea to fuck her harder.

The noises coming out of her, coming out of both of them, were loud enough to bounce off the walls. The moans, the panting, the wet slap of skin, all of it was driving her further and further towards the cliff. Just a little more and she would…

"Oh, shit, Bea, just like that! You're getting me soaked." Beatrice barely heard her, but Ava didn't seem to mind as they slowed everything down to a crawl. They kept fucking her through her climax, sweet and gentle, coaxing her down from the peak as a shepherd does a lamb. Only when the last of the aftershocks had passed and Beatrice was a puddle in their arms did Ava stop, lowering her down to the bed and pressing little kisses into Bea's sweaty hair.

"I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" They were careful and took their time, but the withdrawal still provoked another full-body shiver from Beatrice when her cunt clenched around nothing. There was a yearning ache to it, a soft pain that she thought came from loss of connection more than anything else. She shut her eyes tiredly as she felt Ava’s weight temporarily retreat from the bed. There came the sounds of buckles unfastening, then an almost imperceptible thud as the harness was discarded, and then Ava was back next to her, coaxing Beatrice to turn on her side and sliding a pillow under her head.

Beatrice forced her eyes open with effort, regarding the other haibane as they settled beside her. "That was wonderful, Ava."

Ava beamed. "I know, right? Told you it was a good time."

"Did you finish?"

"Hmm?"

Bea's brow furrowed, and she looked at Ava more carefully. "Did you finish?" She repeats.

"Oh," Ava said, their gaze retreating from Bea's. "I'm good. I had a great time."

Beatrice frowned. She hoisted herself up on her elbow to look down at Ava more fully. "Ava, did you cum?" She asked, more firmly than before.

Ava huffed softly. "Don't worry about me, Bea. I promise I'm go-uh!" Whatever they were about to say was definitively cut off by Beatrice’s fingers pressing against their swollen clit.

"That’s what I thought," Beatrice murmured, keeping her touch slow and light, marveling at how forcefully Ava's hips jumped in response. After several seconds, she stopped, pulling her hand back to Ava’s thigh, where she could feel the muscles twitch under the skin. "Ava," she began tenderly. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. This can end right now if you say so. But please, don't downplay your own needs for me."

"'M not," Ava mumbled sheepishly. "I was going to handle it."

"Do you not want me to touch you like that?"

"No!" They quickly denied. "I love it when you touch me. It's just…" They nervously wriggled around on top of the duvet. Beatrice waited for them to settle, keeping her hand where it was until Ava told her to move it. "It's kind of embarrassing…"

Beatrice tilted her head. "Your pleasure?" She couldn’t imagine why. If what they just did wasn’t embarrassing, then she was at a loss to understand how this could be.

"Not that… necessarily," Ava clarified haltingly. They worried their bottom lip for several seconds before continuing. "Okay, do you promise not to laugh?"

Beatrice felt a sudden storm of affection sweep through her, starting from the center of her chest and spiraling outward at breakneck speed. Ava was just so… cute. Their squirmy restlessness was wildly endearing, and the genuinely shy way they were glancing at her made Beatrice want to kiss them again.

Since they were in the middle of an important conversation, she chose instead to brush her knuckles over Ava's cheek. "I promise not to laugh," she swore.

"Okay," Ava repeated. "So I have this thing, most times I have sex, where I can't, like… get off, before my partner." They put their fingers together over their stomach, lacing and unlacing them repetitively. "I mean, I can do it eventually, but it's like I just need them to do it first. Or else I can't get there? Does that make sense?"

"I don't know," Beatrice answered honestly. "I don't really know anything about all of this."

"I guess none of us do, right? I've never met a haibane who arrived with a complete idea of how sex works."

"So, why did you not want me to help you finish?"

Ava's eyebrows pinched together adorably. "It’s not that I didn't. It's definitely not that… I guess I'm just not used to people noticing. That I didn't get there with them, ya know?"

Beatrice’s brow furrowed. "Surely that can't be true for everyone. What about Lilith?"

Ava let out a frustrated grumble. "Not her," they concede. "Lilith is Lilith, so she notices. But the other people I've slept with… Let’s just say it's not common. So I guess I'm just used to going without until I can take care of it myself."

"Do you ever tell them you didn't finish or ask them to return the favor?"

Somehow, after all of their exertions, Ava is still capable of blushing. "Uh, well… that seems like a weird thing to ask, right? And kinda demanding?"

Beatrice shook her head fervently. "Absolutely not. I should think that asking your partner to properly pleasure you is only fair. After all, I assume they asked you before you slept with them."

"Well, when you put it like that…"

Beatrice moved her hand again to cup them over their sex. "Ask me, Ava," she commanded, her voice dropping low. "Ask me to pleasure you."

"Bea…" Warm, pretty pink spread from their cheeks all the way down to their nipples, and they looked away, flustered.

"Ask me," Beatrice repeated, fingers ghosting through damp curls. Her palm exerted the barest hint of pressure against Ava's clit, and she was enraptured by the way they shivered. "Ask me to make you cum, darling. I want you to feel what I did when you were inside me."

"F-fuck…" Ava's hips started bucking again under the light touch. "Baby, I… please?"

"Please what?" She purred, dipping low to press her lips to Ava's ear. There was a funny sort of power that came from being in this position, as opposed to a few minutes ago when Ava was the one in control. "Tell me what you need."

Ava whined. "I-I need to cum, baby," they said, finally giving in. "I'm sorry, please fuck me…"

"Don't apologize," she responded, kissing Ava’s temple fiercely. "I want to fuck you. I want to do this for you." She stroked and teased through Ava's folds, humming at the growing flood of arousal she found there. "So warm here, darling, so ready. You're coating my whole hand."

Her words evoked a powerful response from the other haibane, who covered their eyes with one arm and whimpered, burying their teeth into their bottom lip to muffle the noise. It was an image so beautiful and vulnerable that Beatrice wanted to curl around them like a living cocoon, so that only she might get to see them like this.

She remembered how much it affected her to hear Ava’s praise, and decided it was time to turn the tables. "You're beautiful, Ava," she murmured against their cheek. "Everytime you smile, it unravels me just a little bit more." She ran her lips up and down the length of their neck, lingering over their pounding pulse. "And now that I've seen you like this, I don't think I'll ever recover."

Wasting no more time, she carefully pressed a single finger inside, and when they cried out, she caught the vibration of their vocal cords between her teeth.

"Oh god, Bea, please!"

Beatrice kept things slow at first, almost languid, because she wanted more time to watch Ava fall apart under her touch. With one finger setting a lazy pace and the heel of her hand braced against Ava's clit, she was content to catalog all the ways their body responded. The squirming, the shaking, the tiny little gasps and disjointed syllables they couldn’t seem to contain. And how they practically yelped in surprise when her mouth closed over one of their nipples. When their hand crept into her hair to hold her in place, she rewarded them by grazing her teeth over the sensitive bud while curling her finger inside, encouraging their hips to move with her.

“Baby, please!”

“What do you need?” She asked, abandoning Ava’s nipple only briefly, flicking her tongue over it as she waited for a response. When the only response she got was another desperate moan, she stopped entirely, pushing herself up again to look down into Ava’s face. “What do you need, Ava?”

They pressed their arm tighter over their eyes while their pretty, pink lips quivered, wordlessly begging to be kissed. “I need more! Please, Bea, I just need more!”

“Good,” she praised them. “Move your arm. I want to see you.” She waited until they complied, gazing up at her with brown eyes that were just a little wet. “There you are,” she whispered with a soft smile. “I liked it when you called me a pretty girl,” she admitted. “Do you want to be called a pretty girl too, darling? Or a pretty boy?”

The question alone caused a powerful response in Ava because instead of answering, they surged upward, wrapping both of their arms around her neck and crashing their lips together. The kiss was wild and frantic, even clumsy, full of knocking teeth and mismatched angles. But it was perfect. Ava’s arms tugged at her, and Beatrice let herself be pulled on top of them, using her free arm to brace her body while her working hand kept pumping away inside the other haibane.

“Ava?” She prompted when they finally broke apart for air.

“B-both,” they answered shyly. “But… call me pretty girl right now?”

“Of course,” she agreed easily, pressing butterfly kisses all over their face. Then she leaned down to whisper into their ear again. “Pretty girl…” Oh, how they shivered… “Are you ready to take more?”

“Yes! Please, give me more, Bea!” They said, pushing their cunt back against her hand. She let them do that for several seconds before she finally pushed a second finger inside, dropping the slow, lazy rhythm in favor of something faster and more pointed. “Oh yes, baby, thank you! Thank you, thank you!”

“You’re so sweet, pretty girl,” she told them as she returned to their neglected nipples, taking first one and then the other between her tongue and teeth. “I’m so glad I get to do this for you.” She pressed her lips over Ava’s heart and swore she could feel it racing just under the skin. “Are you close, darling?” It was a silly question, really, because she could feel the answer in how Ava’s pussy was clenching around her fingers and trying to suck them in, but she wanted to ask anyway.

“I am, baby! I’m so close, you’re so good!”

“Cum when you’re ready, darling,” she told them. “I’m right here. Show me how beautiful you are when you cum.”

When it happened less than a minute later, it was indeed beautiful. Ava’s jaw stretched wide around a wordless, rapturous sob as their body arched sharply off the bed. They pressed up into Beatrice as they tossed their head back against the disheveled sheets, baring their throat to be ravished by her ever-starving mouth. Even their halo seemed to react, glowing brighter than ever before.

She thought for a fraction of a second that they looked statue-esque in their climax, but quickly discarded the notion. This was too wondrous, too chaotic and alive, to ever be captured in something as stagnant as a statue.

Just as they had done for her, Beatrice kept going through Ava’s orgasm, gradually winding everything back down until they rested limp and panting on the bed. When her fingers finally stilled, she kissed Ava’s cheek to get their attention. “I’m going to pull out now,” she warned them, before reclaiming her hand with care, feeling goosebumps erupt across her skin when the walls of Ava’s cunt tried to keep her inside.

“Bea, holy shit, that was…”

“Good?” Beatrice supplied hopefully, laying down on her side next to them.

“Amazing,” they corrected, quickly rolling and snuggling up against her. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly and let their legs tangle together. Ava kissed Beatrice like they wanted to drown in her, like there wasn’t a deeper place in the world to hide in than her body. “I can’t believe you just did that,” they continued. “Maybe you’re the one with the secret sex memories, and you didn’t even know.”

Beatrice giggled despite herself. “I highly doubt that.”

“I dunno, Bea, you sure as fuck knew what you were doing.”

She kissed them on their cheek. “Maybe I’m just good at paying attention.” They both fell silent then, basking in the quiet of the sleepy afternoon and the peace between them. Ava buried their face in Bea’s chest, nuzzling closer still when one of Beatrice’s hands started stroking their messy hair.

“Will you stay like this with me?” They asked, so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear. She felt their fingers brush over her wings, curling into the soft feathers there.

“Of course I will,” she told them, a whispered promise against the warm surface of their halo. “For as long as you want me.”

#warrior nun #my writing #ava silva #sister beatrice #the cocoon is hatching #here's to hoping i haven't completely lost my ability to write sex

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Ch.3 With a Little Help from My Friends

Alya splashed water on her face and took a deep breath. Sending a silent thanks to Past Alya for deciding against wearing makeup. "It's okay. You're okay. This is for your best friend. She needs a little normal after hiding several life altering secrets from everyone... Again."

Making sure her afro was still in perfect condition Alya gave her reflection the I'm-watching-you gesture for good measure. Before walking back to their booth.

Rose, Zoe and Alix threw back their shots while Marinette cradled hers.

"So why couldn't Mylène come again?" Marinette asked.

"Something something mayoral duties," Alix supplied while refilling her glass.

"I'm sure she would've been here if she could!" Rose held her glass out for Alix to refill.

"Are you sure you should be drinking?" Zoe asked.

Rose stuck her tongue out. "I'm fine! One night out won't kill me, Jules."

Zoe snorted but held her hands up in surrender.

Marinette suddenly downed her shot and also held it out for a refill. "How are things with Juleka?"

"Amazing as always," Rose grinned dreamily. "You'd think she'd get tired of writing songs about me but nope!"

Alix perked up. "There's a new song?"

"Not for you!" Rose preened. "This one's just for the two of us."

"Aww."

Zoe chuckled into her drink as Alix slumped back down.

Rose grinning innocently. "We're even thinking of getting marr...ied..."

Marinette raised a finger at them "No. We're not doing that. We're not walking on eggshells around Marinette," she stated as her eyes reddened. "I've had my cry... Like, five times."

Alya nodded. "It's true. Marinette is an ugly crier." She was pleased with the chuckle that surprised out of Marinette.

Who wiped at her eyes as she took a steadying breath. "Okay, let's have it then."

The others glanced at each other before Zoe began.

"When do you see the kids?"

Alya gave her a glare from behind Marinette's head.

Zoe gestured in a well-what-did-you-expect sort of way.

"Ow." Marinette grabbed her shot and threw it back. "I can visit them this weekend. Ugh, that sounds awful. Hate that."

"It's weird that the court didn't settle on joint custody," Rose thought aloud.

"...Yup! Super weird!" Marinette grinned forcefully.

Alya bumped her shoulder.

"Alright, fine! Adrien wanted the kids with him and I... Have a business to run." Marinette shrugged with her hands.

Zoe grimaced. "Oh that sucks."

Marinette shook her head. "Adrien was already doing most of the parenting. I dug my heels in pretty hard but... He had a point." She stared into her empty glass. "Guess that's why I agreed to it in the end."

Alya bit the inside of her cheek. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.

"See, this is why I only date women," Zoe joked weakly.

"Objection!" Rose stood up to her full five foot four hight. "I've met the women you've dated! They weren't anything to write home about."

"This is why I don't date," Alix muttered as she refilled everyone's glasses.

"That is not why you don't date!" Marinette countered.

"I don't know what y'all are on about. I've only ever had great dating experiences," Alya interjected.

"I don't want to hear it from someone who's still friends with her exes."

"I'm still friends with my ex! We write letters every month!"

"We know, Rose."

"That's weird for entirely separate reasons."

"Also, we're all friends with our exes here."

"I retract the statement."

"LOL."

"Did you just say 'LOL' out loud?"

"I did and I'll do it again!"

"LOL. Lmao, even."

"I'm surrounded by teenagers."

"It helps that you're the size of one."

"I'll make you the size of one!"

"Girls, girls! No fighting. There'll be plenty of time for that later."

"Wh- Why did she say it like that? Why did you say it like that?"

"So, Alix, how's the protest art going?"

"Don't ignore me!"

"Well it's pissed off a lot of people."

"All according to plan then! Zoe?"

"I'm this close to getting boarding schools outlawed."

"Woohoo!"

"Yeah! Stick it to the man!"

"Alix, she's a millionaire."

"Shhhh. Lemme have this."

"What about you Alya?"

"The life of an intrepid reporter isn't as glamorous as it's made out to be-"

"Wait. When was this glamorized?"

"-but it does have it's moments."

As the night wore on Marinette relaxed into their banter. Her smile appearing less forced. Comebacks more natural.

Just for tonight Alya forgot about what Marinette told her. Just for tonight they weren't Paris' protectors but old friends catching up amid their busy lives.

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"Girrrls, they wanna have fu-un!"

"Ok, Rose, let's get you home." Zoe gently grabbed her friend by the shoulders and steered her towards the metro.

"No," Rose giggled. "I already have a girlfriend," she slurred. "She's...way prettier than you."

"Oh, you owe me big-time Juleka," Zoe muttered.

"That's her!" Rose exclaimed. "That's my girlfriend!"

"Aww, c'mon! The night's still young!" Alix protested again. "We could hit up our old stomping grounds?"

"The night may be young but we're not," Marinette pointed out. Massaging a kink out of her arm.

"Speak for yourselves!" Alix ran a hand through her pink hair with a sigh. "But, yeah. Just don't let it be another six months before we all go out again! Looking at you millionaire people!"

Zoe gave a thumbs up without turning around.

"Just wanna! Just wan-na-a!"

Marinette giggled before realizing Alix was staring at her. "Oh. Oh! Right, millionaire. That means me too!"

Alya snorted as Alix rolled her eyes.

"Sure, we'll do this again soon."

"I'll hold you to that!" Alix said as she stopped to eye a barren patch of wall.

"Good luck!" Marinette called.

"Don't get caught!" Alya added.

... Alya and Marinette turned a corner into an alley. And after a flash of pink and orange light Ladybug and Rena Rouge leapt over the city rooftops.

"Thanks for this," Marinette said. "You were right. I did need that."

"I usually am..." Alya spun her flute as everything she wanted to say suddenly left her.

Marinette using the phone function of her yo-yo while muttering something about fabrics.

"...C'mon." Alya reached out, grabbed Marinette's hand, and pulled her towards her apartment.

"Huh?"

"You're not staying in that big empty mansion all by yourself," Alya stated.

"Well, actually the second mansion also has a-"

"Nope!" Alya cut her off as they jumped over a street. "You're gonna stay up late, working on some new design. Avoiding all of... this" -she gestured vaguely at Marinette- "and when you finally do go to bed it's gonna hit you all at once! So no. You're sleeping over and you're gonna like it!"

Marinette felt her eyes water as Alya's grip on her hand tightened. "O-okay..."

#ml au #ml fanfiction #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #Perfect Paradise #divorce au #alix kubdel #zoe lee #rose lavillant

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I need more info on the infinity train au! Does it work like s4 where their numbers represent the lengths they have to go through to fix their relationship and it’s all like… conjoined? Or is it more like s3 where you get two people who have been on the train for a while working through their issues (they don’t… fully do that in s3 but u know what I mean)?

Because well… Wilbur and Q have a lot more issues than just their relationship. But also it your au so u do whatever you want.

Ohhhh!!! And the numbers would be so interesting for Wilbur since I’m my head at least he already thinks of himself as the bad guy and almost a lost cause (arguably, Q’s the same way), so when given a metric that tells you how many issues you’ve worked out could motivate him or absolutely crush him

I’m so exited for this au oh my gosh!!!!!

my au is based around book 2 where cwilbur is a denizen and cq is a passenger ^__^ cq boards the train due to Self Worth Issues (exacerbated by cschlatt lol) and meets ckarlnap on the train. they team up and explore the train together and everything is going great and dandy and cqs number is going down until one day cq gets separated from them due to smth happening in one of the cars n its a situation where it's safer to leave cq than try to save him so, albeit reluctantly, they leave him which messes cq up. a Lot. his number shoots back up since he was so dependent on them for self worth that them leaving made him feel even worthless than before. so now he's back on track on his journey to get back home but all the more jaded and closed off with a shit ton of trust issues!!! after some time on his own roaming the train he encounters the theatre car where cwilbur is the "head" denizen of. in order to leave the car you have to perform a leading role in a three-act play written by wilbur and appease the audience (which are also denizens). the audience can get very violent if they aren't appeased so it's imperative that you do well. in the first act cq follows through with his lines as usual but then he's like. what if I completely changed it up so he starts improv-ing the lines and the story and wilbur's like HUH? but the audience seems to love it so he plays along. I haven't planned out the exact details yet but essentially the play turns into some kind of sappy telenovela where wilbur and q are each other's romantic endeavors LOL and since nobody's ever gone off-course before wilbur's intrigued and also Very Flustered since he's not used to all This. and it doesn't help that the passenger is Very Pretty n in the intermissions between each act wilbur subtly flirts with him and q is like ??? IS THIS DENIZEN FUCKING FLIRTING WITH ME? WHAT THE HELL and act 2 begins and they end up dancing on stage and it's very homoerotic. anyway in act 3 the audience is absolutely loving the show and in one specific scene wilbur says the line "I don't know why anyone would ever leave you." which is supposed to make sense in context of the story they're acting out but it hits cq way deeper than it should and he looks absolutely fucking devastated. wilbur is taken aback but he has to appease the audience so he leans in and kisses him so the play can end and cq feels horrible and he wants to leave Right Now. however the audience isn't too keen on letting him go because they've never been so enthralled with a play where it subverts their expectations and where they get to see wilbur less composed/flustered by the unexpected changes. they swarm him and he takes out his axe and starts fucking SWINGING and moving through the crowd forcefully and as wilbur watches him make his way towards the door he thinks to himself This is my chance to leave this car... I don't know what it's like outside because I've never seen it and I'm afraid but this could be my only chance so as the crowd is distracted by trying to grab q back inside wilbur makes a run for it and dashes out of the car right before the door closes. q doesnt notice wilbur getting out of the car & hes already on his way going through the other cars and wilbur has zero idea what he's doing or where he's going so he just ends up following q until q notices and after a while q is like Sigh. this guy is not leaving n hes like Why are you following me . and wilbur is like sweats I've been caught and then he ends up tagging along with q on his journey. then shenanigans and romance and angst ensue!!! i have a very basic outline of the story planned out so far that i didn't talk about here/there's a lot of details I left out for the sake of length and also my fingers because I'm on my phone right now... so yeah! ^u^

#ask #inf train au

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Azalin Reviews: Ivania and Vorno

Darklords: Ivania and Vorno Domain: Sunderheart Domain Formation: Unknown Power Level: 💀💀💀 ⚫⚫ (3/5 Skulls) Source: Dragon Magazine 368 article: “Domains of Dread: Sunderheart, The Funeral City”

The Domain of Sunderheart, not to be confused with Casimir Lukas’s moniker “Sundered Heart”, was formed by our tormentors after the events that lead to the end of Ivania Dreygu and Vorno Kahnebor’s love affair. Before they were claimed by the Mists, Ivania and Vorno lived within the Bael Turath Empire. As Bael Turath was falling from its former greatness, The Emperor and the noble families that served him sealed a pact with the Nine Hells to ensure the Empire thrived. To fulfill their bargain, they performed a month long ritual known as the Bloodfire Moon Ritual and in doing so the noble families found themselves transformed into Tieflings and forever marked by their dealings with the Nine Hells.

The noble families of Dreygu and Kahnebor were at odds with each other for as far back as any could remember. When Ivania and Vorno became lovers, the two noble houses found common ground in their attempts to separate the pair. The Dreygus referred to Ivania as a ‘troubled girl’ and the Kahnebor spent more than enough gold and time covering up Vorno’s less than savory pleasures, such as the consumption of human flesh. The families agreed that the havoc the pair could cause together would destroy both households.

The noble houses forcefully separated the couple, but this only encouraged them. Vorno escaped, slaughtering many of his own family and rescued Ivania from her own household. The two ran away together, seemingly content to spent out the rest of their days in poverty. This is the tale the bards tell, yet there is ample evidence that they were not content with such a lifestyle and brought about the deaths of all their living relatives without being provoked into doing so. The bards, with their natural inclination towards romance, would have us believe otherwise.

Ivania and Vorno became the last living descendants of the Noble houses of Dreygu and Kahnebor, respectively and after the convenient drowning of the City of Harrak Unarth’s major, the two petitioned to the Emperor to rule it. The Emperor granted their request and the two ran the city as if it were a never ending party of pleasure and debauchery that put Ivan Dillisnya’s gatherings to shame and made my brother Ranald look like a competent ruler.

Harrak Unarth became known as the City of Carnival and these endless festivals attracted exotic goods and riches from throughout the empire. This, in turn, drew the attention of the Emperor who wished to secure his rule over the land by forming an infernal pact and believed the pair were best suited to assist him. I am inclined to believe that this Emperor must have been rather weak to resort to such bargaining to maintain his hold over his people.

When the Emperor came to Ivania and Vorno, they readily agreed to summon of a fiend to secure his pact for they wished to form their own bargain. The Emperor made his bargain as Ivania and Vorno made their own with the chain devil, Nephigor. The couple traded their souls for eternal youth and to stay by the other’s side forever. If my eyes were capable of such physics, I would be rolling them right now.

Codependent relationships rarely survive and it is no surprise that as the years passed, the star-crossed lovers grew apart. Vorno was prone to deep melancholic episodes and became increasingly paranoid for he knew that in time he would die and face eternal punishment in the Nine Hells. Which, of course, he would…seeing as he made that bargain himself.

Ivania, on the other hand, continued to enjoy her life of pointless pleasure parties. She grew tired of her spouse lurking in the shadows and refusing to join in her revelry. So, to rid herself of Vorno and damn him to the Nine Hells, she brought the most beautiful woman in all of Harrak Unarth to their home and lured her into a state of narcotic stupor, then left her for Vorno to find. Vorno, unable to resist his lust for human flesh, consumed the girl. Ivania had, of course, laced the woman with poisons, so upon consuming her, Vorno died.

At the moment Vorno saw in his lover’s eyes that not only did she plan his demise but ensured his eternal damnation, a maelstrom of shadow and ice descended upon the Harrak Unarth. People fled as the City of Carnival was transformed into the City of Curses. Once the storm lifted, no one remained. Not even a single corpse marked the ground where thousands once dwelt. Any who fled found themselves and their families forever cursed and those who entered the abandoned city and stole from it, became cursed as well. In time, enough stories were told that all but the bravest or most foolish individuals avoided the once great city of Harrak Unarth.

As Harrak Unarth fell, Ivania was claimed by the Mists. She found herself in an unfamiliar palace and as she wondered aloud, “Where am I?” the voice that answered was Vorno’s.

“Sunder…heart,” he said and has yet to speak another word since. Ivania, frightened of her the voice of the lover she had slain, tried to find him…and eventually discovered, upon looking into a mirror, that his undead corpse was fused to her back. They had, after all, bargained their very souls to remain youthful and together forever. It’s best to be as specific as possible when making such deals…Trust me, I should know…

Sunderheart or the Funeral City is ruled by Ivania during the day and Vorno, who is only known as The Ghoul to all but a few individuals, rules during the night. Ivania does all she can to ignore the literal corpse growing out of her body by pretending he does not exist. Not only does she surround herself with beauty and continuous parties, but she has also outlawed mirrors that cannot be held in one’s hand and ordered all windows to be made of stained glass so she never has to look upon him again. Anyone who points out her obvious companion its met with her extreme displeasure and often star in her ‘entertainment’ for the day.

The living go about their daily business while Ivania rules, trying their best to avoid their mistress’s wraith. At night, they hide in their homes as the undead flood out of the sewers and waterways, taking over the city as the Ghoul rules. Only on the night of a New Moon does this change. On those nights, the living of Sunderheart flood the streets with light, hide beneath hideous masks, and honor the dead. Much like the Festival of the Dead in my own Domain…

The two former lovers mostly ignore the other’s existence, feigning sleep while the other is awake, yet the each experience everything the other does. This, of course, makes defeating them rather difficult as Ivania brings in her cunning and shadow magic whereas Vorno brings in his brute strength and undying hunger. There are tales of a lich that inhabits a tall tower in the Funeral City who could defeat this Darklord should he be so inclined, but, for the time being, he is simply entertained by watching Ivania suffer.

#Sunderheart #Ivania Dreygu #Vorno Kahnebor #Bael Turath #Harrak Unarth #Ravenloft #Let's take Romeo and Juliet and make their story more messed up #darklordreviews #azalin rex

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gracelesslady23 · 2 years

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Prongsfoot Week DAY 6 - Questions for this Ship?

Disclaimer: I loved everyone’s answers to the original link. But considering I’m late (whoops) and didn’t want to just repeat everyone’s answers, I used the first 20 questions of from this post instead (hope that’s ok.)

TW: angst, suggestive content, etc.

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

Sirius. Early in their relationship, he has a habit of making decisions for ‘James’s own good’ that James has to break him out of.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? Lots of cuddles and whispered assurances.

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) Boy do they. In first year, James liked the expensive robes Sirius had been sent to Hogwarts with, and Sirius was obsessed with the few muggle clothes in James’s trunk, so they had ended up just dumping all their clothes into a pile to use together. And although it turned out to be a nightmare to re-separate them before heading home for the summer, they just went ahead and did it for the next year and the one after...

This continued when Sirius ran away from home and went to stay with the Potters, with few clothes of his own and already feeling guilty about taking advantage of Potters generosity (and despite James and his parents’ assurances that they were more than happy to buy him anything he needed) Sirius just lived out of James closet until he got some money of his own.

Even when they are adults and there is absolutely no reason to share anymore and they have developed completely different tastes, they sometimes pluck something out of the others closet (and drive in their partner crazy when they see them… James in a leather jacket and skinny jeans, Sirius in a letterman jacket or polo shirt and v-neck jumper, mmm).

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

They are both very protective of each other and of their relationship/connection in general. However, both Sirius and James are also very confident in the other’s abilities, so will let the one being impacted have the first shot and will only jump in protectively if they feel they really need to.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

Curled up on the sofa in front of the fire, limbs intertwined, talking, joking and laughing together through the night.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? James. Who has to leave to protect the other? Sirius (only to be collected and returned home by an irate James the next day).

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Absolutely, they’ll do anything to stave of boredom haha. Only their pillow forts would become so complex and enormous they’d refer to them as pillow castles.

One raining day during the summer Sirius lived with the Potters, James and Sirius built a six story high, monstrosity in the living room having had to expand the size of the living room in order to fit it in and transfigure all the biscuits Euphemia had given them for lunch into cushions to have enough building material. Euphemia and Fleamont were so impressed with the magic involved they didn’t even have the heart to scold them for using magic outside of school.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

Sirius is horrible at being sick, he essentially pretends he isn’t and goes about his regular routine until he almost collapses and/or James gets fed up, drags him to bed and forcefully takes care of him.

James isn’t much better he throws himself into bed at the first sign of the sniffles, despairingly declaring that he has been unfairly struck down in his prime – after rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Sirius spends the next few days at James’s beck and call until he feels better.

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

James can’t wait to be a dad and wants a big family to give his children the siblings he never had.

Sirius is more hesitant because he didn’t have the best parental role models growing up and really wants to provide the best environment for any child in his care, but he is more sure with James at his side.

10. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Both (but especially Sirius). Can the other still tell? And yes, in a millisecond, doesn’t mean they don’t try.

11. Do they have many heated arguments? Hardly ever. How do they smooth things over? They usually go for a run or fly separately to calm down and end up missing each other so much they very soon return home to apologise and make up.

12. Who’s the bigger tease? Sirius. Sometimes on purpose, but mostly by accident. It drives James crazy.

13. How do their personalities compliment each other? Perfectly. How do they clash? There is very little they clash on. And mostly their clashes are more jokes than anything.

14. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving? Yes. They start yelling it jokingly to each other even before they start dating. After they get together, they just whisper it to each other followed by a goodbye kiss.

15. Can they stay up all night just talking? Absolutely. Euphemia once joked it was a miracle they got any sleep at Hogwarts considering they never seem to run out of things to say to each other.

16. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately? James. Sirius would pull away and laugh it off, but be secretly thrilled.

17. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

Based on this recent tumblr post, I love the idea Sirius never actually has his own pets but other people’s pets are so enamoured by him that they just kind of adopt him as their new person and Sirius is just fine with it… as is James after a bit of grumbling.

James: Wait, didn’t we only have three cats last night. Where did the black one come from?

Sirius, shrugs while opening a can of cat food: She followed me home last night.

James, rolls his eyes: Are you going to find its owners?

Sirius: It’s not like I’ve kidnapped her, she can go home whenever she wants.

James *dead pan*: Yeah, exactly like the last three cats, two turtles, three hamsters, the brooder collie…

Sirius: They have names, James.

Sirius *addressing the cat*: Honestly, so rude.

18. How do they feel about PDA?

They will put on big dramatic displays to make someone uncomfortable or as a laugh. But they are fairly private and protective of their actual relationship.

19. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I love so many songs for them. But it’s got to be Just Friends by Virginia To Vegas. I mean this is the chorus… its perfect.

“So why don't we go out and get a drink in the west end Smoke a cigarette and talk shit about exes Take a couples shots and see where the night ends Stop pretending like we're just friends Why don't we go out and get a drink in the west end One more dance, are you feeling the tension Take a couple shots and see where the nights ends Stop pretending like we're just friends”

#prongsfootweek2022 #prongsfoot #long post #sorry I'm late and that this is so long haha #hp #sb #jp #day 6

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sthavoc · 3 months

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༉‧🩹 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: bbsf!enzo x young!fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: where enzo confesses he has feeling for you after defending you from a guy you were talking to.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: cussing(the usual lol). a few punches. reader is likeeee 24. yall it gets a bit heated up if yk what I mean, but its just kissing.

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: I hope this is not ass lol. I tried to come up with something 😭. the first convo is in english. I’m sorry if there is grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to proofread.

“I already told you it’s just not what I want!” You walked across the street trying to get inside your house, but couldn’t due to your current argument with Jamie.

Jamie is a guy you have been talking to for the past 3 months. He had been continuously asking you to move in with him. He said to “test” the waters in the relationship. You just thought he was moving too fast, and that was just a technique to wrap you and not let you go. You were perfectly fine were you guys were as in right now.

“But don’t you think it would be nice to see each other everyday? We get to see what we like and what we don’t.” He argued. You turned to face him as you stopped in front of your house.

“Yeah and we already do that Jamie! We don’t have to live together to see what we do and don’t like.” Your hands raised but fell dropping onto your thighs. “You have your future planned. I don’t.”

“Maybe this will help.”

“Okay, you know what. You’re not understanding me.” He was trying everything to make you say yes, and it was getting you on the edge. You pinched the bridge of your nose sighing. “Maybe this is not going to work out.” You mumbled making his eyes shoot up.

“You don’t mean that.” He chuckled. “You’re just heated up. You need time to cool off.”

“No Jamie, I don’t.” You looked back at your house and then him. “You’re a good guy but you’re making me live in a future that is just not mine.” Your finger pointed at your chest as his eyes stayed on you.

“No, come on. We can fix this.” He came closer to you grabbing your hands. “M-maybe we can talk it out.”

“No. It’s just not gonna work out. So please, go home.” You tried to walk away, but his grip in your hands was really tight. “Jamie, let me go.” You struggled to get out. His grasp seemed to be getting tighter as you tried to rip away.

“No. You can’t leave me.” He somewhat sniveled but seemed with rage. You had never seen him like this before. He was always so gentle with you and loving.

You were scared at the thought of him hurting you right now in the middle of the street. Was he finally showing his true colors?

“Jamie I told you to let me go, you’re hurting me. You being like this is not going to change my decision.” You yanked your arm but you just pulled him closer to you. “Dude! I said let me go!”

By that time you heard how the door of your house opened. Enzo walked out. You didn’t even know he was in your house, but you thought maybe he was hanging out with your brother. He walked closer to the two of you examining the situation but he waisted no time in ripping Jamie’s hand away from your arm. He forcefully pushed him away from the chest.

“Dejala en paz hijo de puta.” Enzo immediately got in front of Jamie leaving you behind him.

“Enzo, déjalo. Él ya se iba.” Your hand tried pushing Enzo away from him but it was no use. He stood steady as a rock. You didn’t want Enzo to get in between Jamie and your situation.

“Who’s he? Don’t tell me he’s your secret boyfriend.” He dodged Enzo ready to go over to you, grabbing your arm. This is where Enzo had it.

He gripped his collar pulling him back, and punching him in the eye. Though Jamie didn’t stay behind and punched him in the lip, right after Enzo gave him a punch in the stomach. You on the other hand were trying to separate them both.

“¡Enzo ya por favor!” You got in front of him and pushed him with your hand to walk backwards. “Déjalo.”

“Como quieres que deje a este cara de pija. Si casi te levanta la mano.” He points towards him as he looked at you. Jamie stayed on the ground trying to regain his breath from the previous hit.

“Ya pero ya lo dejaste en el suelo. Y hasta te reventó el labio por dios.” You moved his head towards the side looking at his lip. “Vamonos.”

The two of you walked away into your house while you immediately went to look for the first aid kit. While Enzo stayed in the kitchen waiting for you to come back.

Enzo had always felt this sense of protection over you. Well, not always. It started when he admitted to himself he had feelings for you when you were 19. Seeing you with other guys would make his emotions go all over the place. All he could feel was jealousy, and he didn’t want to.

He wanted to be happy for you, for finding someone. But he just couldn’t. So he came to the conclusion that he had feelings for you. Though he knew he had, had them for a long time, he was just refuting them. Also because of the fact you were the sister of his best friend.

“¿Dónde está mi hermano?” You signaled him to sit down on the chair as you positioned the first aid kit on the table. The house was quiet, signifying no one apart from him and you were home.

“Se acababa de ir a comprar birra y alguna botana cuando escuché los gritos.” He winced when he felt the burning liquid on his fresh wound. It made you feel bad.

“Perdón.” You whispered and tried to be more gentle.

“No pasa nada. Es alcohol.” He tried to stay still but his eyes watched you. The both of you had never been this close to each other. It was new.

“No. Perdón por todo esto. Tú no tenías porque meterte entre él y yo. Ahora estás así.” You stopped for a slight second to look at him but got back on cleaning up his lip and placing a closure strip on it.

“No es para tanto nena. Es una cortadita na’ más. Además, como dije, no iba a permitir que te levantara la mano.” He raised a brow giving you a look. Enzo knew that if he had to go punch him a few more times, he would.

“Bueno de todos modos. Pero, gracias.” You give him a small smile, watching him returned it.

“Bueno pero todavía no entiendo cómo saliste con semejante pendejo.” A giggle escapes the both of you. “Tan bella que sos vos. Te mereces a alguien mejor.” He whispers the last phrases of his sentence making his voice a little raspy.

Your chuckle was followed by a few remarks “Si pero-” You grabbed his chin moving his face side to side, trying to examine his features for any more injuries. Until your eyes came down towards his hands. “Ya no encuentras uno mejor por ahí tan fácil.”

“No lo tienes que encontrar. Él te encuentra a vos.” He rasped making you stop for a second with a small shake of the head and a giggle.

Even though Enzo had barely realized how he felt for you four years ago, you had a little more before that. You always were convinced Enzo was good-looking, but when you realized you were attracted to him you were 17. It was honestly driving you insane.

When you were 17, Enzo was already a grown man and the reflection of liking him was just so much for you. You had made an effort in everything to stop wanting him, but nothing toiled. On the contrary, your feelings just kept on thriving. You started going out with guys your age thinking maybe the reason why you couldn’t get over him was because you stopped interacting with other guys.

“¿Te volviste poético?” You fooled earning a laugh from him and a divulgence of his dimples. You beamed at the sight of that. You doted on his dimples.

“Es en serio. No has escuchado eso que dicen por ahí, el amor no se busca, el amor se encuentra.”

“No. No lo había escuchado antes.” You tell with a small smile as you continue to clean his bruised knuckles. With a few strands of your hair dropping onto your face.

“Hermosa sonrisa que tenes.” Enzo chooses to say. He caught how your cheeks tinted a tinge of red, which made him smirk. He wished that was somewhat of a hint for you. But after all, Enzo knew you were a bit clueless.

“Gracias.” You swallowed as you felt how your throat felt dry. “Bueno, ya está.” You shifted back letting go of his hand.

“Gracias chiquita.” That nickname. You would be over the moon any time he would name you that. It just sounded so. You don’t even know the words to describe it, but it sounded amazing coming from him.

“No, gracias a ti por salvarme.” You gestured with your hand as you crossed both of your hands over your chest.

His eyes skimmed towards you as he remained seated down on his chair. You were standing in front of him but a few inches away. You confidentially scanned him, and even with a split lip and bruised knuckles he still managed to look handsome.

“Lo haría mil veces si es necesario bonita.” He wasn’t lying. The fact that he couldn’t have you, didn’t take away the part where he couldn’t defend you from any guy who treated you less.

You pressed your lips together as you blinked a couple of times moving over to put everything back in the kit. Before you asked “¿Oye y tú? alguna chica por allí?” trying to make conversation, and also trying to figure out if he was talking to any girl.

Enzo had also stopped involving himself with other women. Your brother had continuously tried to get him with many of his female friends but Enzo just wouldn’t budge. He did try it once, but it didn’t work. The girl was just too much for him. The only thing she did was talk about herself and her clothes.

His eyes picked up from the ground to look towards you, who was putting everything in place. “Eh, no. No, no hay ninguna chica.”

“¿En serio?” You frowned with a smile looking at him but still putting away bandages. “¿Ninguna?”

There had to be tons of girls that wanted to be with Enzo. There was no way he had no girls.

“No.” He chuckled at your reaction. “Bueno. Creo Que sí hay una.” He said looking at you.

You felt how your heart quit beating for a second and how your eyes stared at nothing. “Oh, ¿En serio? ¿Y quien es?” This is what you get for being nosy.

“Es una chica maravillosa y hermosa. Su sonrisa ilumina a millones.” He smiled. “Aún que creo que no siente lo mismo que yo. Además es un poco más chica que yo.” He tapped his thigh. While you closed the kit you turned to look at him ready to reply.

“Suena genial esa chica.” You only smiled. “Que tan chica está? ¿Y por qué piensas que no le gustas?”

“Como unos seis años.” He tilted his head to the side. “Y pues digo que no le gusto porque sale con patanes y no conmigo.”

“Pues que tontita eh.” You chuckled trying not to sound hurt from how he was talking about another girl.

“Lo eres.” He let out. Finally.

You made a buzzing sound but blinked a couple of times as it finally hit you what he had just said. “¿Perdón?” You're hoping to have heard wrong. Enzo chuckled at your dumbfounding.

“Vos eres la chica.” He clarifies.

“No.” You were nervous and couldn’t believe it. All this time trying to get rid of your feelings and Enzo felt the same way.

“Sí. Lo eres.” He nodded getting up from his chair and coming closer to you. “Vos me tenes loco y siento que estoy cometiendo un delito al enamorarme de vos.”

You couldn’t say anything. Your eyes just stayed on him as you made an attempt to sort out the new information. Enzo felt how his heart was beating faster than the ordinary speed. He didn’t know if you were going to reject him or not, and the anticipation was killing him.

“Vamos nena decime algo.” His voice whimpers in a pleaded manner.

“Yo-” You came closer. “Estás con suerte uruguayo. Tú también me gustas. Y yo también siento que estoy cometiendo un delito al enamorarme de ti.” You smiled feeling relieved at how you were finally able to tell him how you felt for him after all these years.

At this point, Enzo was smiling but couldn’t find the words. So what he did was kiss you. His hands went up to both of your cheeks trying to bring you even closer than you guys already were. The kiss was filled with desperation and you felt how his tongue went deep into your mouth making you let out a small moan. The noise drove Enzo insane that he gripped the back of both your thighs carrying you over and sitting you on the table.

“Tantos años que esperé para poder besarte.” He whispers on your lips. Your hands travelled around the hem of his shirt and you couldn’t help but to go under it, feeling his warm skin.

“Yo también.” You pulled away to look at him but Enzo was quick to put his hand on the back of your neck tugging you back into the kiss. His hands rest on both sides of your waist. You could feel his grip and how he was going up and down feeling your uncovered skin.

You tried to do something by pulling on his lip with your teeth, making Enzo wince. You pulled back, completely forgotten about his lip. “Tranquila chiquita.” He chuckled on your lips as his hand rested still on the back of your neck.

��Perdón.”

Your legs locked him in, as your arms stayed around his neck pulling him closer. The sound of the door made the both of you pull away in an instant. You got off the table and Enzo sat back down on the chair trying to regain his breathing, as well as you, who remained standing.

“Diablos ¿que te pasó?” Your brother walked into the kitchen with a bag were you assumed was the beer and snacks.

“Se agarro a golpes con Jamie.” You say grabbing the kit and walking out of the kitchen.

“Ay gracias hermano, las ganas que le tenía yo.” He places the bag on the table tapping Enzo on the shoulder as he chuckles.

You had gotten up into your room, not wanting to disturb Enzo and your brother. Also, you just didn’t know how to be in the same room as them after the previous events. But you couldn’t help but smile and scream into your pillow from happiness.

This changed things.

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maybe i do | kth. II

➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 10k

➵ warnings : none really, swearing, mainly fluffy and funny interactions, some angst! :o

➵ a/n: and i’m back with chapter two! i really wanted to say thank you for the love and support i received on the first part of maybe i do, it was astounding!! i’m so grateful so many people loved the story and asked to be tagged (all at the bottom <3), it made me feel so motivated to write. if you would also like to be tagged please message me. your feedback is always appreciated!

chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired”

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Taehyung didn’t remember sleeping anywhere near you last night.

He remembered that even though you willingly agreed to share the same bed, he still opted for caution and slept with the most space between you two as possible.

Though when his eyes fluttered open the next morning, eyeballs burning from the light that bled into the suite, the first thing he realized was that he was not on his side of the bed from last night.

No, he had somehow gravitated towards the center, and as if almost on cue, your slight movement and the sound of your breathing alerted him of your nearby presence.

Peering down at you, Taehyung caught sight of your sleepy head turned towards him and lying on his arm, his other thrown over your torso with you unsuspectingly nuzzled into his side.

Taehyung’s eyes shot open, acknowledging he had succumbed to his habit of hugging something to sleep during the course of the night and he internally panicked. He began retracting his arms slowly, just about drawing himself from you until alarms rang in his head at the sight of you stirring in your sleep.

Taehyung took the golden opportunity to sit up in a flash, having to physically shake his head to rid the image of your tranquil, sleeping face from his brain, crushing the thought that it was kind of cute.

He found himself chanting the same denial from last night, he couldn’t be thinking of such complicated things concerning you when he knew the second he’d step foot inside his home, there’d be a mountain of paperwork ready for him; even more on his work desk.

He had to be thinking about his job, not you.

Even if Taehyung was married now, it wouldn’t lessen the amount of work that plagued his life nor make it any less demanding. If anything, his life would be harder now considering the fact that he had another priority to add to his list, another aspect of his life he had to split his attention between.

He didn’t necessarily hate the idea, just found himself needing to work harder than he already was.

Taehyung sighed heavily at the thought and swung his legs off the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He took a moment to look back at you, thinking if he observed you a second time he’d be able to piece together how the hell you two ended up in that position, that close.

By evidence of the forgotten blanket half-thrown off you, he could see you were the tossing-and-turning type, maybe the only explanation for your proximity considering he was the same.

He also noticed you slept all curled up, like you were cold and the only warmth you knew was snuggling yourself.

Cute.

There it was again, cute.

Why does that word even exist?

Taehyung discarded the notion altogether and stood to his feet, stretching out his stiff muscles. He made for the bathroom eagerly to begin his day, though not without fixing at least some of the blanket back onto you.

“You don’t have a driver?”

“Not for everywhere I go. I have two hands, I can drive myself.” Taehyung made it a statement to jazz hands at you, showcasing the perfectly capable limbs he was gifted with.

“That’s.. nice, actually. I always see asshole CEO’s getting other people to drive them around.” You relayed as you trailed behind Taehyung, letting him lead you towards the front of the hotel where dozens of expensive cars lined the curb side.

You had no clue which luxury vehicle belonged to Taehyung because quite frankly, he could probably afford every car your eyes caught sight of. It wasn’t until he approached a certain one and retrieved his keys from the valet that your jaw completely dropped, floored.

“This is your car?” You gawked, the sleek design, crispness of its shape and nearly sparkling gloss completely sweeping you off your feet.

“Yeah, think someone like me can’t get a car like this?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, gesturing towards himself.

“It’s just-wow. Mercedes CLS?” You inquired without really looking at him, inspecting the car instead as you admired its every curve. Safe to say, you were beyond in love with it. Even if you were always more of a minimalist and preferred the average product, there was just something gorgeous about luxury cars that appealed to you.

“Yeah, actually it is.” Taehyung looked at you impressed, momentarily reminded of just how different you were compared to any other woman he’s chanced upon.

How many of them knew car models?

Taehyung was intrigued by the fact before speaking with one of the hotel workers, confirming if they had loaded his car with both your luggage and some wedding sentiments your parents insisted you keep.

Once receiving affirmation Taehyung made towards your side of the car and pulled the door open. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he gestured for you to hop in, drawing you out of your stupor. You thanked him warmly before sliding into your seat.

He let you scramble in comfortably before shutting the door and walking to his side, positioning himself in and clicking on his seatbelt. He watched as your expression lit up once occupying the car, face beaming with excitement as you touched and drank in at the high-end features the vehicle had to offer. Taehyung found himself smiling before he licked his lips and straightened his face, igniting the engine and beginning the smooth drive.

It was easy to settle the debate on where you both would be living. Taehyung was an enormously rich CEO who lived in an expensive, massive home while you lived in a measly apartment. You knew it was useless to live separately, even more useless to have him live with you. And so you agreed without protest to pack your things and relocate, begin your move into the house you’d share with him for a lifetime.

The car ride remained quite silent, you mindlessly bopping your head to whatever mainstream song played on the radio, while Taehyung tapped his fingers against the steering wheel or his lap.

You found your eyes wandering to his slender fingers wrapped around the wheel every so often, sometimes venturing to the other one he placed against his thigh. You began reprimanding yourself once you realized with all the staring, observing and ogling, you most certainly had a thing for his hands already.

Fuck.

They were just so big, bigger than what you’ve seen of the average man and it didn’t help that they looked crafted to perfection.

There was just something about the veins that decorated them, his palm large in size as his fingers seemed deft turning and working the steering wheel. His little accessories like a ring or two, bracelets and his watch did absolutely nothing to deter your interest either.

It only increased once you realized he looked good driving, really good. You knew men had this common attractiveness to them when they drove, watching them all focused and effortlessly working the car somehow sexy; but watching Taehyung drive was another experience entirely.

He looked insanely hot, and you felt like throwing yourself out your window for even thinking such a thing. It was another case of you ogling him without realizing until his deep voice suddenly fished you out of your thoughts, questioning. “Did you like the wedding?”

“Huh?”

“The wedding, did you like it?” Taehyung repeated, glancing at you.

“Does it really matter if I did?” You asked, this one phrase seeming to perfectly sum up the misfortune of your life, provoking an ironic laugh even.

“I think it does. A bride should always enjoy her wedding.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You deadpanned, your expression turning frustrated having to remember that one of, if not the most special night of your life had just been robbed of you, thrown to the wolves while you were only left to accept the sad fact.

“C’mon, you didn’t enjoy a single thing?” Taehyung didn’t mean to flash back to the kiss you two shared, though found himself doing exactly so.

You didn’t enjoy that? he questioned in his head.

“Not really, I just imagined having more choice in the wedding.” You answered honestly, trying not to sulk so much. “It’s not you, I just... thought I’d be able to decide things at my own wedding. I’m grateful your parents did so much, but I didn’t really get to choose anything.” You grew more solemn as your gaze fixated on nothing, watching the world pass you by through the car window.

“My favourite flowers weren’t even there.” You said only despondently to yourself, shoulders drooping, though Taehyung didn’t miss it.

“You don’t like roses?”

Your eyes flashed towards him with furrowed eyebrows, surprised he heard your comment. You straightened up before shrugging back a response. “I like peonies.”

Taehyung looked at your side profile as you turned away, finding the conversation turning more sorrowful than he liked. He allowed some silence to linger as you leaned your chin against your palm, boringly watching the bustling streets.

He decided to change the subject.

“So you don’t think I’m an asshole, huh?”

“What?”

“You said you always see ‘asshole CEO’s’ getting people to drive them around. But I don’t, so I’m not an asshole to you?” Taehyung halved his attention between you and the road, glancing in your direction with one hand working the steering wheel.

You thought the question over, “No, you’re not an asshole.” You said simply, distracted by the thoughts that previously occupied your mind.

“I see.” Taehyung pursed his lips. Another beat of silence passed through the downcast air before Taehyung perked up again.

“Is it just the driving? Or do you have other criteria?” Taehyung asked inquisitively, leaning back into his seat as he observed you.

You could detect from the corner of your eyes the way his stance drew attention to his legs, thighs broad as he sat. “I guess there is.”

“Like what?”

You didn’t really know why Taehyung was so curious. You thought it was common knowledge what the stereotypical asshole CEO was like; they were nearly all jerks with horrible one-percenter mentalities and treated people like gravel.

You scoffed a bit. “They’re usually so full of themselves. They act like they own the place all the time, which makes sense at their own companies but not everywhere else. It’s like the position gets to their heads. Even the way they talk is condescending, belittling, or straight up rude to anyone not on their level. It wouldn’t kill to be nice.” You revealed almost too eagerly, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung as you viewed the traffic on the road ahead, remembering he was a CEO himself.

Long story short, you’ve had your fair share of experiences meeting them as you grew up during the beginnings of your father’s company. They were quick to skew your opinion ever since you watched the way they treated your father all due to having a start-up, for simply being small in name or reputation. They acted like he was less than, some even daring to behave as though his company would simply never make it.

It always boiled your blood, left an extremely distasteful image of CEOs and the business world in your head.

And you were certain it all sucked after that.

“Understandable.” Taehyung nodded agreeably. “But you think I don’t fit any of that?” He rested a hand against his thigh, sitting laxed as he spread his legs apart further. This time it was definitely hard to miss the way they appeared, all laid out and long as your eyes drank him in, following up his thighs all the way to his-

“You don’t. I thought maybe since you’re super successful you’d be full of yourself. But you’re not, really.” You snapped yourself out of whatever the hell you were doing, trying to refocus on the conversation.

“Ah, seems like a stepping stone.”

“Stepping stone? Towards what?”

“Towards you not hating me.” His voice came out with a more solemn timbre than you expected, his jaw tightening for a mere second.

Taehyung only thought such a thing because even if he decided you didn’t harbour negative feelings towards him, there was no way of him determining whether that was true or not without your real input.

“I don’t hate you, Taehyung. I don’t.. think I can.” You claimed with poignancy, his statement causing you to reflect on your own feelings about him.

You don’t hate Taehyung, you couldn’t because he did absolutely nothing wrong in this situation. He was dragged in just like you were. You only despised the unfairness of the arrangement, not him.

There wasn’t much to hate about him.

“So you’re saying you like me then, aren’t you?” Taehyung suddenly teased light-heartedly, all smug as his amused eyes flickered to you.

“Shut up, I never said that.” You turned away, scandalized by his remark.

“I’m kidding. But, why do you think you can’t hate me? I pretty much.. ruined your life.” Taehyung internally felt his chest tighten at the words, remembering the exact thoughts from where he stood no less than 24 hours ago, seconds from lawfully marrying you.

“And I didn’t ruin yours?” This time you turned your gaze towards Taehyung, meaningfully. Your eyes instinctively communicated your emotions as they locked with his for a moment, Taehyung all attentive.

“I took away from you just as much you took away from me. We both ruined each other’s lives, there’s no use in blaming each other. That’s why I can’t hate you.” You finalized, crossing your arms and opting to watch the passing buildings through your window again.

Taehyung absorbed your sudden confession with reason, realizing that in a sense, you two were partners in this unfortunate case. Even if your matrimony constituted a forced partnership neither of you liked, there seemed to be a natural comradery in having to deal with the aftermath of that forced partnership.

Trying to accept it.

“I don’t think I can hate you, either.” Taehyung admitted, ending the more miserable part of the conversation as you fell silent. You thought he was done until he decided to bother you again.

“I think you’re still saying you like me, though.”

You turned to him half-appalled before pointing towards the road, eyes narrowed. “Just drive us home, will you?”

Taehyung laughed at the moment and pressed down on the accelerator, internally grinning at the fact you never said no to his statement.

“This is your house?” You found yourself gawking again at something that belonged to Taehyung, stepping inside a luxury home you’ve only ever dreamed of living in. Sure, you lived with your parents until you were 18, though your father was still starting out with his company for most of those years, not exactly owning anything too luxurious until after you permanently moved out.

So as you stood trying to prop your heels off yourself, your jaw dropped at the sheer elegance and high-status look to the interior of Taehyung’s home. You had already done enough gawking at the exterior, but being inside and processing the fact that you were now to inhabit this home for the rest of your life sent another wave of shock.

You immediately observed Taehyung was the type who decorated his home with only the finest, his taste easily identifiable. Aesthetic, lavish, charming. He seemed like a man of utter simplicity though his home said otherwise, showcasing an artistic, exquisite feel you never really expected from him.

“When will you stop saying that?” He titled his head and smiled through a laugh, removing his shoes and slipping into his indoor slippers.

“Right, sorry.” You were still struggling for normalcy, somehow forgetting almost every hour Taehyung’s wealth and only registering it once you saw something that indicated it.

Taehyung sauntered inside and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his abode. He enjoyed nothing more than being home, in the comfort of his own space. Especially for someone who worked so busily, he found pleasure in doing the bare minimum at home. Relishing in the feeling right now, he pressed his lips together in a smile before glancing back at your struggling figure, catching sight of your size.

His eyebrows shot up to the sky. “Woah, you’re short.”

“Huh?”

“I think I’ve only ever seen you in heels.” Taehyung informed. “Now that you’re not wearing them you’re a lot shorter than I thought. You’re tiny.” He pointed out as he eyed you from head to toe, processing the amount of height you lost simply from removing your shoes.

“I mean, that’s kind of what heels do, you know, they add height.” You deadpanned, stating the obvious for him.

“Sorry, it’s just..” Kind of cute, he thought, though fought for another response. “I could probably throw you.”

Nice save.

“Excuse me? It’s not my fault you’re so tall.” You scowled at him. “Besides, you’re all height and no muscle, you probably can’t even carry me.”

“Wanna see me try?” Taehyung was already coming towards you with his arms held out and you sputtered immediately, “No, no, no.” you held your hands up defensively. “Let’s just start the house tour, yeah?” you offered a smile for compromise.

“That’s what I thought.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes coyly and turned on his heel, signaling you to follow him.

What you realized strolling through the home as Taehyung discussed its details was that it emphatically represented him like an open book. Even if Taehyung was predominantly unreadable and seemed to always hide a mystery behind his eyes, you could see nearly all of him reflected in his home.

You often found valuable trinkets or sentiments scattered around the house. It seemed like he cherished a lot of things in his life, namely memories or people. It would also be hard to miss the exquisite selection of paintings and embellishments he draped the walls with, all harbouring their own charm and adding to the overall artistic feel of his home.

There were famous works consisting of Vincent Van Gogh all the way to local Korean artists you’ve never heard of, though admired their work.

It seemed as though he selected the paintings himself.

Another large aspect you couldn’t miss were the many photos he kept, calling to question whether they were of his own work.

“Did you take these?” You approached a shelf in one of his grand hallways on the second floor, hand brushing the wooden frame of a captured photo; six men including Taehyung himself posing comfortably, like they were extremely close, backdrop reflecting what seemed to be a trip.

“I took all of them.” He stated casually, hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed the shelf along with you.

“All?”

He simply nodded and didn’t elaborate further as he watched you admire the photos, yourself impressed by his adeptness for photography.

“You’re really good.” You complimented absentmindedly, enjoying the other photos of not only people but scenery, empty streets, candid shots from what looked to be his own little adventures.

“Thanks.” Was all Taehyung could manage, trying to mask the sheer gratitude he felt hearing the first ever person to admire his work; something that wasn’t related to being a CEO or a businessman.

He also felt slightly embarrassed you’d seen a small part of him he usually hid.

Taehyung continued walking down the hallway until he reached the end, revealing what you could tell was the largest room in the house. You were thrown off by just how unnecessarily large it was. It seriously reminded you of an extravagant hotel suite, more like the grandest one among them.

“This is our room.” Taehyung introduced, gesturing towards its interior.

“Our?”

Taehyung nodded “I should’ve told you earlier but I wanted us to sleep in the same room. If we slept apart our marriage wouldn’t look convincing to my two housekeepers. I trust them but I don’t want any information about us getting out to the public, not over my dead body.” Taehyung stated in earnest as he relayed the information, wandering further into the room.

“You really care that much about publicity?” you genuinely questioned.

Taehyung scoffed. “Not me, I couldn’t care less about what people think.” He denied instantly, almost laughably. “It’s my father. He hates bad press, especially concerning our family or the company.”

“I thought bad press is still press, so it’s good.” You suggested as you followed him further into the room, admiring that though large, his room held a sense of comfort to it. Quite frankly, all of his home felt rather welcoming and cozy, surprising of a CEO who ran such a monstrously successful company.

“My father doesn’t think so. Kim Enterprises has always been generational, each of our CEO positions strictly kept within the family. Our name is our brand and pride, it alone accounts for at least half of our success. We’re extremely well-known for our high status, it’s just plain fact in the upper social circles of Korea. We can’t afford to taint our name with petty things like bad press or corruption, our reputation is too valuable.” Taehyung stated this all nonchalantly as he adjusted his suit jacket in his mirror, like it was something he’s grown accustomed to and has known all his life.

You found your opinion impeding his words.

“So you can never just, escape this life? As long as you’re a Kim you’re bound to this company?” You found the concept wildly restrictive, clearly shackling down any person that would run the business and you felt a disagreeing shiver shoot through your spine.

“Of course, why would you want anything else?” Taehyung tiled his head to the side, eyeing you in genuine questioning and your entire being was trying to bite back the desire to correct him, tell him there’s so much more to life than just some company your family owns. Though you opted for changing the subject instead, unwilling to step on his toes and dictate his life when you knew next to nothing about it.

It wasn’t your place.

“Woah, you have a balcony?!” You exclaimed with a simper, eyes flickering towards the curtains that revealed two ajar French doors leading to an open space.

You made towards it excitedly and stopped just in the middle of the platform, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air.

“It’s my favourite part of the house.” You didn’t even realize Taehyung followed you until his towering figure stood directly behind you, feeling his proximity permeate through your body.

You swallowed.

“Why don’t you look at the view?” Taehyung cocked his head towards the railing of the balcony, though you didn’t move a step.

You weren’t about to tell Taehyung you’re terribly afraid of heights.

“I-I can see from here. Wow, looks beautiful.” You perked up superficially, trying to throw him off and changing the subject again. “By the way, what’s our closet situation gonna look like?”

“Ah, let me show you.” Taehyung strided back into the room towards the sliding double doors you spotted earlier. He almost theatrically glided both dark wooden panels open and your jaw dropped for the 47th time today.

You were welcomed by a ridiculously large walk-in closet, enough to be renovated into its own bedroom. You simply couldn’t normalize its size, especially after registering every suit, tie, watch or accessory Taehyung stored in the gracious space.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much money lied in here.

“Oh my God.” Was all you could manage, meandering in sparingly as you viewed each and every expensive piece he owned in the room, no doubt of the highest quality designers, finest of men’s fashion.

“You don’t have to worry about unpacking and moving in here, the housekeepers will do that for you.” Taehyung watched as you looked upon in awe, finding the way your eyes sparkled with emotion very similar to that of Bambi’s.

“How will I fit-”

“I specifically made space for you, there’s enough.” Taehyung stated, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He’d resolved a while ago he really would try to take this marriage seriously, victoriously achieve the work-life balance his father kept preaching.

He saw giving up his closet space as the first step.

It was indeed so because Taehyung thoroughly enjoyed fashion. He genuinely adored every suit, accessory and outfit in his collection, though if he wanted to reach this new goal of balance, successfully add you to his list of priorities, then he had to be willing to cut down.

Even if that meant reallocating a third of his exorbitant wardrobe just for you, he’d try not to mind.

“Are you sure? I could just use another room’s-”

“I want to.” Taehyung finalized as his eyes turned unreadable from across the room, locking his gaze with yours and you were only left to look back impressed, his generosity unforeseen.

“Thank you.” You voiced a little weak, still shy by the suffocating nature of his stare.

“Don’t mention it.” He offered plainly, propping himself off the wall. He looked off to the side eyeing the empty pockets of space he left for you, until your voice called out to him.

“Taehyung.”

“Hm?” He snapped his vision back to you.

You wanted to ask him something, more so a favour and you were unsure how to word the request. “Um.. I didn’t want to ask so openly, but..” You found yourself beating around the bush, timid of what his response would be.

“Go on.”

“Um, so it seemed like there were a lot of empty rooms in this house, and I was just wondering if I could maybe.. transform one of them into an art studio for myself?” You winced at your own request.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I had one at my old place and it really grew on me. I would get most of my work done in that room and gained a lot of inspiration from it. I have a lot of art supplies and designed often in that studio, so I need a home for all my supplies and it would suck getting rid of it all. I’m sorry it means I would have to steal one of your rooms in the house, if you don’t want me to then-”

Taehyung couldn’t help but break out into a small grin as he watched you ramble on, shyly fidget with your fingers, so apprehensive of asking him for something and it reminded him why he was so eager to provide you with anything you wanted.

You spent too long trying to do everything on your own, achieve everything on your own, relying solely on yourself. Taehyung could see this all as plain as day, quite enjoying of how he’s never really met someone like you, and wanted you to know you didn’t always have to be so independent.

Especially with him.

“Y/N.” He called out to you with the same honey-coloured tone from last night, stopping you. Your eyes flickered to his, awaiting his next sentence and Taehyung already found himself having a thing for your doe-eyes.

Fuck.

“Of course you can have a room. You can have anything in this house. It’s yours.” Taehyung stated with a degree of assurance, his eyes locking with yours in earnest.

You both shared a look as your lips curved into a gracious smile, biting your lip to contain it. His stare wasn’t so much intimidating as it was merely.. calm. Gazing at you for the sole purpose of gazing, and you found some heat rushing to your face under his scrutiny.

Taehyung seemed to realize he was staring and immediately cleared his throat, turning a little nervous as he began another conversation. “So um, I’m sorry to say this,” he began with unease, almost apprehensive and you didn’t know what he was so sorry about. “But I have work today.”

You blinked. “What?”

Taehyung internally winced at your reaction, hands finding his pockets. “I took some time off for the wedding, so now I have twice the amount of work left behind. I need to complete it.” He informed straightforwardly.

“Our wedding was just yesterday, though, aren’t you tired?” You were only taken aback because you were slightly concerned for his wellbeing, wasn’t he tired from yesterday? You recalled him knocking out almost immediately upon hitting the pillow of your hotel bed last night, snoozing away.

“Maybe, but I can’t afford to rest. I’ll only have more to complete if I do, so I won’t be spending anymore time with you today.” Taehyung relayed the information, readying himself for the even greater disappointing news he’d be passing on.

“Actually, we won’t be able to go on our honeymoon, either.” Taehyung thought it was best to slip in all the bad news, growing more and more unrelaxed as he was unsure of how you’d react.

Though what you said next had him nearly floored.

“Honeymoon? Taehyung, that’s the least of my concerns, you should at least rest a day before getting back to work. That’s not really healthy.” You chastised him as lightly as possible, still afraid to be stepping on his toes when you didn’t know his life.

Taehyung was certain you’d hate having been stripped of a beautiful vacation where you could’ve relaxed in the sun and tropics of Cancun. Your father had mentioned to him you’ve always longed to visit the breath-taking city in Mexico, its clear waters and tropical air as a means to truly get away from your stifling life.

So when he found you disregarding the trip altogether and instead focusing on him, more precisely his health, he was left damn well speechless.

There you were again paying attention to the littlest things about him he didn’t care much for; he still had that bandage you offered him a month ago tucked into one of his pockets, not wanting to use the adhesive just yet.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just sorry we can’t go on the vacation because of me, it would’ve been nice, you know?” Taehyung apologized, feeling genuinely guilty for having ruined the honeymoon. Even if you two weren’t going to travel as some lovey-dovey couple, you both simply could’ve enjoyed the time off.

“It’s okay, just, at least work from home today. Heading to the office would be too much.” You suggested for the sake of the fatigue you could discern on him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna be home for the next few days since everyone thinks we’ll be on our honeymoon.”

“Oh. That’s.. good.” You nodded faintly, half at the idea you two were even faking your honeymoon and half at the blasphemous energy he had to work after yesterday.

The sleep from last night was nearly not enough to recharge from the antics of the wedding, having drained your batteries for the next few days. You were certain his were drained too; he was half the damn couple.

“I should get going. I’ll send Mrs. Choi and Seo up with your things. They’re probably finished with lunch too, you should eat.” Taehyung advised as he stepped out of the walk-in closet, running a hand through his gorgeous hair and you couldn’t help but ogle at the sexy way his strands fell back on him.

“Okay.” You voiced as you followed him out, watching him near the room’s door and just about to vacate the premise before you spoke up. “Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks, peering back at you. “Yes?”

“You should eat something, too.”

Taehyung half-smiled at you with a nod “Sure”, before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone.

And you couldn’t help but kind of like the way he smiles.

It was well into the evening now, bordering dinner time as you helped the last of your clothes into Taehyung’s closet, refusing to let the older housekeepers do all the work by themselves considering it was your own luggage.

You also tried to occupy Taehyung’s room as scarcely as you could with your belongings, feeling odd about suddenly moving in with all your might and changing things around. It just didn’t feel appropriate, like you were invading his space and so you opted for scattering only your necessary items.

“That should be the last of it, Mrs. Choi.” You retrieved your last piece of clothing from the rather soft-spoken housekeeper, tucking the blazer away among the rest. You were satisfied to see not only your wardrobe neatly organized now, but fit just about right with Taehyung’s things.

He was right about space, there was enough.

“Mrs. Kim, please rest. You didn't have to move a muscle at all for us.” Mrs. Choi remarked, genuinely concerned for you.

“Yes, please, Mrs. Kim. We can finish up with the little things. I’ve just finished preparing dinner downstairs, you should eat.” Mrs. Seo chimed in as she entered the walk-in closet, gesturing towards the door.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Mrs. Kim, you’re very kind for offering your help, we’re very grateful you’ve done so. Though we are Mr. Kim’s housekeepers, we are meant to care for his home and his lovely wife. You need not worry about helping us.” Mrs. Choi stated with an earnest tone, speaking respectfully as she addressed you.

You were going to protest again before you considered her words, registering that if you indeed helped them, it would technically negate the entire purpose of their work.

You bit back your reply as a result, crafting a new one.

“I see, I’m sorry, Mrs. Seo, Mrs. Choi. I’m just.. very used to doing things on my own,” you looked towards the ground. “I apologize.” You almost dipped for a bow until Mrs. Choi rapidly cautioned you, scrambling towards your figure.

“Oh dear, Mrs. Kim! You do not need to bow to us, you’re Mr. Kim’s wife, you are the one who is bowed to.”

“Yes, you do not need to apologize either, we appreciate your help, it was very sweet of you.” Mrs. Seo added with a warm smile, bowing to you instead. “Please go for dinner downstairs, I’ve also informed Mr. Kim for dinner, though I’m unsure if he has made his way down yet.” She added on, urging you towards the room's exit and you recognized it was probably better to listen to her.

Even if all this high-class, status stuff had yet to sink in or make sense to you after being away for so long, you understood there was an eventual tolerance you had to build for it. Just as Mrs. Choi said, you’re Kim Taehyung’s wife now, and that came with a hell lot of status you hadn’t even scratched the surface of yet.

You could already tell it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“I suppose I should. I’ll get going, then.” You smiled graciously at both women, appreciative of their kindness and began vacating the closet. You just about pulled the room door open before Mrs. Seo suddenly came to you.

“Oh! Mrs. Kim,” she halted you. “I was informed by Mr. Kim to provide this to you. He would have done so himself though he’s quite busy at the moment.” Mrs. Seo extended her hand and presented a pristine looking card, black and incredibly sleek in design. Your eyebrows furrowed until you noticed the telltale symbols, almost ominously minimal branding indicating a rare card only those with some of the highest networths in Korea could own.

Your eyes widened in horror.

The Black Card.

“P-pardon?” You needed her to reiterate, there was no way Kim Taehyung was giving you a black card, the same card that was limitless on credit and only exclusively owned by the affluent one-percenters of society.

“He’s informed me this belongs to you now, and that you’re to keep it in your possession.” Mrs. Seo elaborated, smiling through the mental whiplash you were currently experiencing.

“Belongs to.. me? This is mine?” You were still having trouble processing, why would Taehyung be gifting you this? Who’s account was it even attached to? Was it yours and he’s decided to graciously pay all the expensive fees, or worse, was it joined with his own account?

Don’t tell me it’s joined with his account.

“Yes, Mrs. Kim. It’s yours.” Mrs. Seo held it out more outwardly, nudging it in your direction.

Your mouth fell agape for another second before you mentally collected yourself, quickly grabbing the card and thanking her as you made your exit, marching through the house for Taehyung’s unbelievable ass.

Taehyung could not be providing you with this card. It was irrational, simply had to have been a decision he made with at least two bottles of soju in him, right? You didn’t care what his reasoning would be, you were denying and returning this. There was no way in hell you’d accept this card, especially if he linked his own personal account to it.

You tried loosely recalling where Taehyung mentioned his study, logically assuming he was working there. You inspected majority of the second floor, working your way through the halls until you finally caught sight of the familiar wooden doors with glass panels, slightly ajar, light bleeding through.

You made for the room quickly and stormed in without a care, attempting to steady your breathing from all the rushing around. You caught Taehyung completely off guard, having shredded his suit jacket to instead sport the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, adorning black-rimmed, designer glasses.

He looked 100x hotter than he should’ve.

Taehyung suddenly propped up from the leaned-back position he’d assumed on his chair, expression caught by surprise. “Y/N?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

You held up the card and addressed him immediately. “Taehyung, what’s this? Why are you giving this to me?” You huffed, looking at him incredulously.

“The card? For you to use..?” Taehyung responded cooperatively, confused as to why you seemed so frazzled.

“But why, Taehyung? This is a black card, the annual fees on this are insane and I can’t pay-”

“You’re not paying for them, I am.” Taehyung cut in, shutting the binder he was holding and placing it on his desk.

“What? No, no way. If it’s my account then I should be the one-”

“It’s not your account, either, it’s mine.” Taehyung brought his elbows to his desk, hands clasped together in front of his lips. It was now he gave you that same intimidating stare he did back when you first met him, calculative and devoid of expression.

It seemed he did this when he got serious.

“Your account? But-Taehyung, this is your money, I can’t just have it. Please, take this back.” You stepped towards his desk to return the card eagerly, but Taehyung’s firm tone stopped you.

“No, it’s yours. I gave it to you to keep.” His words held this underlying sense of authority, scratch that, dominance when he spoke seriously, resolute. You could instantly tell he possessed a natural sense of alpha male characteristics, enough that even though he wasn’t being harsh or looming, his words and the tone he coated them with held more power than you could manifest.

You almost cowered, but remained adamant on returning the card. It was worse with the card attached to his account, you couldn’t just keep Taehyung’s money like it was your own, it simply wasn’t. Your money sat ordinarily in a separate account on a separate card, which you were happy enough to use. You weren’t going to mooch off of him, it went against every principle that made up your very being.

“This is your money, Taehyung. I have no right to use it.”

“You’re my wife. You have every right in the world to use it.” Taehyung countered with no emotion, or at least any you could discern, uncertain what was running through his mind with only his eyes as a guide towards the answer.

And you knew his eyes didn’t tell.

“Taehyung, this doesn’t feel right to me. This isn’t my money and I can’t use it.” You emphasized more strongly, drawing closer to his desk though halting your actions once he spoke again.

“My money is your money, you can always use it.” You knew he was relaxed, appearing practically unbothered as he leaned onto his desk and eyed you. Though with the intense look in his eyes, his aura screaming for anyone within the vicinity to submit to him, he could easily seem frustrated with the situation, namely you.

And it made you want to crawl into a hole.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve already intruded your home, taken your closet, your room and even an extra one just for myself. I will not take your money either. Please, take this back.” You held out the card more prominently, desperate to have him understand you.

Taehyung wasn’t necessarily frustrated by you, no, he was slightly pissed you kept referring to everything as just his and not yours, that he was the only one considering you two as a married couple now while you still viewed each other separately.

Did you not see him as your husband yet?

He also disliked the fact that you seemed scared of him, or unable to trust him like last night. He could see you fighting back the urge to cower away, genuinely upsetting him you still held a degree of fear and unsureness in your eyes.

Why are you so afraid of me?

“Y/N, everything isn’t just mine anymore, it’s yours, too. We’re a married couple, husband and wife. What’s mine is yours.” Taehyung tried to reason, loosening himself up more to seem less intimidating, more approachable.

“But money, Taehyung-it’s different. I didn’t even want to take my own father’s money, there’s no way I’ll take yours, please.” Pleading leaked into your tone as you lips started doing that thing where they just about pout, emphasizing their plushiness and Taehyung couldn’t help but notice it again.

He started growing frustrated as he removed his glasses, placing them on his desk and pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed like he was digesting the situation, searching for the best approach.

“Y/N, look. I know the kind of situation you had with your father, but I’m not him. Didn’t you hear what Mrs. Choi and Seo addressed you as?”

You thought it over, unknowing of where he was taking this. “They.. called me Mrs. Kim.”

“Exactly. Even my last name is yours, everything I have is yours. I’m your husband, I’m always going to provide you with things from now on. That card is just one of many.” Taehyung offered his best explanation, making sure his tone wasn’t as serious to sidetrack any fear you still had.

“I understand. But this is a black card, Taehyung, and it’s your hard-earned money, not mine. It feels wrong even just having it.” You couldn’t fight your inner turmoil, you genuinely believed this to be wrong. After spending almost a decade trying to work for yourself, pay for yourself, seldom seeking the help of another, this just left a disagreeing feeling to churn in your stomach.

Taehyung sighed heavily before pushing his chair back, rising from his seat. He made his way over to you where you grew unintentionally defensive, retracting from him slightly as he neared you. He noticed it and pursed his lips, reaching out for your upper arms and taking them warmly, tenderly, waiting for your eyes to meet his before he spoke to you.

“Y/N, do you remember what I said before I kissed you yesterday?”

Your eyes widened having been reminded of the intimate moment, nodding at him innocently. Taehyung witnessed you trying to avoid eye contact and found himself softening.

“I didn’t say that without reason. I meant it when I said I would take care of you. Your father is a different story, if you don’t want to use his money, I respect that. But I’m your husband, and I want to be a good one. I want to give you things.. do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung reasoned, gripping you lightly. “I want you to use my money, you’re allowed to use it.” He tried voicing with sincerity, earnestly, hoping he could change your mind.

He saw you still hesitating to accept the offer, however, deciding on a compromise.

“Look, you don’t have to use it all the time. You can still use your own card, but you can use mine here and there. Seriously, Y/N, using it won’t even make a dent on me. I’m the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, use it at your discretion.” Taehyung could practically see your gears shifting, searching for your eyes as he wished you’d understand him.

He saw this as a second step towards work-life balance, only feeling the responsibility and genuine desire to be the good husband in spite of the unfortunate nature of your marriage. He didn’t want any doubt concerning his ability to be a good husband, either.

After all, when Taehyung did something, he always did the best he possibly could.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. But I do have my own money, and I’ll be using that 100x more often than yours.” You relaxed and oddly let him hold you, looking down at the black card that rested in your hand and clutching it to your palm.

Taehyung realized he was still holding you and let go, retiring to fluff his hair instead. You caught a glimpse of his bicep underneath his rolled up sleeve as he did so, and you truly hated you chose a time like this to find him stunningly attractive.

“You should come downstairs, Mrs. Seo prepared dinner.” You ignored your thoughts.

“You go first, I’ll be down in a second.”

You nodded agreeably and turned away, leaving his study. You took a second look at the card in your hand, then glanced around the house as you strolled through it, trying to embed what Taehyung said into the crevices of your resistant thinking.

Everything I have is yours, you reiterated, registering that Taehyung had in fact grown accustomed to the idea of you two as a couple already. He’s accepted it, embraced it, even enforced it now with his earlier declarations and this black card. You automatically felt behind, like you were the tortoise in the race and needed to pick up your pace.

If Taehyung had already come to terms with your marriage, it was only a matter of time before you did as well. Marriage is a two-way street, and if you wanted to make this easier on both yourself and Taehyung, you would compromise with him, accept the true sense of partnership that entailed your status as husband and wife.

Thus was the exact mantra that played in your head as you fiddled with the card, remembering the way his big hands held you.

Warm.

It was night.

You could say it was like any other ordinary night, though that would be a gargantuan lie.

This night was the first time Taehyung and yourself were going to sleep in the same bed.

In your own home.

The hotel suite left you both with your own space and privacy since it was a random, public room with no personality or attachment to it whatsoever, making it easier and comfortable to sleep with him.

So when you emerged from your walk-in closet in a thin camisole, loose pajama shorts and without a bra, you were cursing yourself. God damn you for needing to sleep in minimal clothing for comfort. You’d slept in a loose t-shirt and bottoms at the suite last night since it was a public room, and long story short, it left you tossing and turning more than you liked.

You had no clue prior to arriving here that you’d be sharing a room with Taehyung. You’d expected to sleep in a different one, in the privacy of your own room where you could prance around as you wished and as a result packed your usual sleepwear.

But now that you were left having to slumber with Taehyung, clothes on the more revealing side, there was no turning back.

And what there was truly no turning back from, was when you opened the closet door and your eyes landed on Taehyung’s shirtless, wet self drying his hair after a shower.

You immediately malfunctioned.

Your eyes fell to his bare back, ruffling his wet hair as his plaid pajama pants hung loosely at his hips. You immediately exclaimed and clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to shut yourself up.

You did not expect at all for Taehyung to have such honey-coloured skin. It was like it naturally glowed, a healthy tone that made him appear all the more delectable. It certainly didn’t help that his shoulders were broader than you first observed, sincerely an other-worldly experience when he wasn’t wearing clothes.

You also got an all-access view of his trap muscles, adding to the width of his shoulders overall and when Taehyung turned around to the sound of the closet door opening, gaze locking with yours, you could confirm his neck, chest and collarbones were indeed crafted to perfection.

Taehyung’s eyes widened momentarily drinking you in, not expecting your light sleepwear when just last night he witnessed you in a full pajama set. Not to mention, and he hated that he could tell, but you weren't wearing a bra.

And the camisole did nothing to hide that.

Taehyung straightened himself up realizing you two were practically gawking at each other, resting the towel around his neck as he cleared his throat. “That’s what you sleep in?”

“That’s what you sleep in?” You retorted, arms over your chest.

“Guys usually sleep shirtless, this is normal.” Taehyung gestured towards his own body and you had half a mind to floor yourself. It’s like Taehyung knew but also didn’t know he was hot, knew the effect he had on people though never grew cocky or proud enough to purposefully parade it around.

And it frustrated you even more; he was fairly humble about being a sexy Greek God.

“Girls sleep like this too, this is normal.” You copied him, looking off to the side.

“I was kidding, I only sleep shirtless sometimes. Just get in bed.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he gestured towards the sheets, returning to his palace of a bathroom to toss his towel in the hamper and pull a t-shirt over his head.

You wanted to move, feet just about ready to carry you but you never abandoned your spot. Instead, you pressed your lips into a thin line contemplating that sharing a bed with Taehyung, in clothes like this and in such proximity, all held a degree of intimacy you didn’t know you two shared yet.

It’s only been a day.

So when Taehyung returned to your unmoving figure, arms holding your chest and avoiding eye contact with him, he was quick to get the message.

“Um.. if you really don’t want to sleep here, I can give you another room.” Taehyung offered, figuring himself this may be too soon.

“No, it’s okay, that’d be kind of a hassle.” You waved him off. “Besides, your bed looks comfy.”

You were honestly trying to live up to your acceptance that Taehyung was the man you’d spend your life with now, so you’d better start getting use to him. You’d sleep next to him for numerous nights, spend endless days together and share a multitude of things; this would simply just be a first of many first times.

So you paddled over to the bed and removed the covers to snuggle yourself in, the bed’s coolness sending a shiver through you before you hugged the blanket to yourself. Taehyung stood with a smile before crawling in himself, adjusting the covers to his liking.

He felt at peace in a matter of seconds, the feeling of his own bed lulling him into a state of slumber already. He reached his arm out to shut off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving the room pitch dark and only his digital clock and balcony as a light source.

You began to cower a bit in the darkness, thankful for the sheer curtains that allowed the moonlight to spill into the room.

You felt another shiver run through your body when you shifted, realizing you were cold even under the sheets. You tried warming up on your own by shimmying the blanket around more comfortably, but it didn't do much.

You were left lying on the bed trying to think warm thoughts, unintentionally breathing in the constant scent of Taehyung from his bed; his cologne, his aftershave, his body wash all filling your nostrils.

It was intoxicating, absolutely distracting and sleep began to slip your mind. It didn’t help that you were still cold too, moving around and turning onto your side where you now faced Taehyung.

He seemed to have already dozed off, face tranquil as he slept soundlessly on his back. You couldn't help but admire his side-profile, the sparse moonlight illuminating his features. It was hard to not stretch your hand out and nearly run a touch along his cheek, like he was a rare work of art that naturally called for admiration.

You realized turning towards him that he radiated a wave of warmth from his body, remembering boys were pretty much furnaces while girls usually froze.

How wonderful it is to be a woman.

You desired some of that heat and shuffled just a little closer to Taehyung, nearing the center of the bed. You discerned he was indeed warm and maneuvered slightly closer, just about stopping at the center of the bed. You fought back the urge to shimmy any closer, leaving a mindful gap between you two.

You were seconds from catching a peace of mind until Taehyung unexpectedly spoke in the silence of the night, startling you.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite.” The smirk in his voice was obvious, making you scrunch your nose and snap back at him.

“Shut up, I’m not getting closer to you.”

“You should, I’m really warm, and I can tell you’re cold.” There he was again teasing, his tone coy as he kept his eyes shut, unbothered.

“Over my dead body.” You mocked him from earlier, turning away from him abruptly and pulling the covers over your head.

Coffee was probably your favourite thing life had to offer. One of the couple things you’d fight someone over; coffee and your independence, if you wanted to be specific.

So it made you genuinely happy Taehyung had such a wide selection of coffee to choose from, ranging from all kinds of beans to instant coffee, cappuccinos, lattes, mochas, you name it. It took no time for you to craft a cup to your liking, shuffle into a seat on the island and begin picking at the breakfast the housekeepers had whipped up earlier this morning.

You’d woken up early today keeping in mind the day you had planned. You decided this to be another move-in day as part of your studio setup project you’ve entertained for the last week. The granted time off due to your odd honeymoon farce with Taehyung proved to actually come in handy, thankfully.

It had been another peaceful morning for you, having woken up with sunlight gracing the walls, certain you could hear birds chirping as if you were in a Disney film and little mice would come out to start sewing the gown you’d wear as a princess.

It had been a peaceful morning indeed, but when you stretched out to loosen your stiff muscles, the chaos that met you was anything but peaceful. Even if it’s occurred at least 5 times now, you kept forgetting that you shared a bed with someone else now, and that said someone had somehow always founds a way to gravitate towards you during the night, even daringly cast an arm over you sometimes.

It left you in a state of panic registering that Taehyung’s, dare you say warm and cozy body would be just behind you, his chest mere centimeters from your back. You would stay still for some time, calculating the optimal way to remove yourself from his hold until he eventually stirred enough to loosen his grip, darting right out of bed.

Other times, he’d wake earlier than you and you wondered what would cross his mind once he registered your oddly proximal bodies.

Did it ever bother him?

Nonetheless, it brought a mischievous smile to your face thinking about the fact that Taehyung had such a perfectly human habit like cuddling. He was always so serious, so put together and a near machine at everything he did, seeming as though he wouldn’t give anything romantic the time of day.

But it was hard to forget the fluffy feeling that blossomed in your chest when you would sense his proximity, maybe inviting a liking to it. You had always slept alone, only yourself and the darkness to keep you company in your lonely bed, in your lonely home.

So sleeping next to someone, namely Kim Taehyung left an impression on you you couldn’t quite shake. It was difficult to erase the image of his calm, sleeping face after the handful of times witnessing it. Long eyelashes delicately pressed to the skin under his eyes, lips plush as he seemed to naturally pout in his sleep. The sunlight only accentuated his honey-coloured skin, adding a glow to his features that made him appear prettier than he already was.

It was nice to think you’d wake up to that every morning.

You found your mind still playing around with the idea until you snapped yourself out of it, questioning why the hell you always ventured off whenever you thought about him.

Weird.

You were scolding yourself until your eyes caught Taehyung strolling into the kitchen with his phone in is hand. He’d foregone a jacket today, black shirt sleeves folded to mid-forearm paired with black slacks.

You were normal until you almost spat your coffee seeing he wasn’t wearing a tie but instead had the first few buttons of his shirt open, revealing a generous view of his neck and the beginnings of his chest.

Fucking hell.

You were staring stupidly until Taehyung peeked up at you, smiling “Morning.”

“M-morning.” you stuttered.

He seemed unsuspecting as he returned his attention to his phone, proceeding to the kitchen counter and retrieving a cup to fix himself a drink. He appeared to be reading something conscientiously on his device, never taking his eyes off and you quickly became bored, ready to use the weapon you’d acquired.

“So.. you’re a cuddler, huh?”

Taehyung nearly dropped his cup.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re a cuddler when you sleep. Cute.” You rested your chin in your palm, playful smile on your face.

“I think you’re mistaken, I am not a cuddler. And I’m not cute.” Taehyung denied as he only focused on the cup, his back to you. You then watched him reach for his selection of tea and purposefully evade the coffee, your eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Wait, you’re a cuddler and you drink tea instead of coffee? Very cute.” You pulled on his leg, chuckling as you brought your mug to your lips

This was going to be fun.

“Shut up, I don’t like the taste and tea is healthier.” Taehyung practically sneered back, harshly ripping the packet of his tea bag.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a cuddler.” You sipped on your coffee, unbothered as you swung your legs back and fourth.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you like it.”

You nearly spat your drink.

“What?”

“I remember a certain someone that shuffles closer to me for warmth, no?” Taehyung snapped back as he returned to his phone and popped his tea into the microwave, his shoulders high to the sky. You could imagine his smug face proud of his remark while searching for your own, realizing that Taehyung was damn good at arguing and you’d really have to upgrade your comeback game to counter him.

He was unfortunately your match.

“Even if I were one, which I’m not, It’s not like I’m committing a crime.” Taehyung suddenly finalized with a snippy tone, and you realized you may have hurt his ego.

Men.

“I never said it was a bad thing.” You commented under your breath and looked away, popping a raspberry into your mouth.

Taehyung bit back a smirk as he retrieved his cup of tea, taking a sip as he returned to his phone and took a seat across from you. He began compiling his plate of breakfast as he worked his device, typing away with one hand as if he was drafting the Magna Carta.

You became bored again.

“Why do you have so much coffee if you don’t like it?” You genuinely felt like inquiring, if he didn’t like the taste why would he have so much?

“For my housekeepers, they drink it.” He took a sip of his tea, all attention on his phone.

You nodded understandingly. “Why do you have two housekeepers, by the way? Isn’t one enough?”

“So they can keep each other company.” He answered absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone as he bit a piece of his toast. You really hated that he wasn’t actively interacting with you because it only left room to stare at him, and that was never any good.

He looked illegally attractive with the unbuttoned part of his shirt, your mind profusely bugging out over the exposed bit of his chest. You were reminded of the full view from last night, and began pondering how long you’d survive having to see that for the rest of your life.

“O-oh, that’s nice.” You stuttered back a reply, squashing your previous thought.

You were actually quite impressed by the kindness Taehyung showed behind that decision, noticing he had these small moments where he was caring, considerate, all hidden behind his unreadable face and seriousness when it came to business.

It was quite interesting.

You were mindlessly eating until Taehyung spoke up, eyes flickering towards you. “What are you going to do today?”

You swallowed your fruit. “I was planning on moving more stuff in again, start finishing my studio setup. Thank you again for the room, by the way.” You expressed your gratitude once more, forking some eggs into your mouth.

“Don’t mention it.”

“What are you doing today?” you echoed his question, taking another swig of coffee.

“I’m working again. If you need anything I’ll be in my study.” Taehyung sent you a half-smile before snatching up his plate, bringing his phone to his ear as he stepped out of the kitchen.

You sighed heavily only being left to think about your day, which would be majorly spent unpacking and arranging things. You had a plethora of art supplies, design tools and canvases to set up in your studio, leaving you constantly thinking of how to even begin.

It would be a mission alone to sort through everything you had left, knowing you didn’t exactly label out of sheer laziness and would have to individually unbox and organize everything .

It was this exact task that took up most of your day, time having slipped by in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t easy when you had to be rummaging through your belongings and situating them where you thought appropriate, also trying to envision a new look for your studio.

You hadn’t realized 3 hours had passed until the ring of the front doorbell caused you to check your phone, curious as to who would be visiting your home in the middle of the day. You assumed it be one of the housekeepers and abandoned your work, cascading down the staircase and striding towards the grand entrance.

You drew towards the monitor Taehyung had showed you just yesterday, explaining it to be your home security system. Taehyung detailed it had a camera for your front porch that detected movement and the doorbell alike, so you peered at the monitor to see the stranger outside your home.

Your eyebrows furrowed registering a woman, her back turned towards the door as she fidgeted nervously with her purse in her hand.

Sheer curiosity took you over and you paddled towards the door, unlocking it. You wore a smile on your face as you swung the door open, though it was immediately wiped off taking in the last person on earth you ever wanted to see.

“Mother?”

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

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(Part 2)

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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Maybe » Aomine Daiki

Aomine Daiki x Chubby! Fem! Reader

A/N : hi! My second non one piece fic so yay, I’m happy it’s for KnB and Aomine! Please enjoy! :3

note : I had soooo many ideas for thisssss but instead of my original idea, I went for something a little more Cliché ;-;

Summary : after being friends with Aomine for so long and developing feelings, you keep shut about them and protect your friendship. And then, Aomine finds out about what’s been happening.

“Daiki, would you get up already?”

No response came from dark blue haired athlete other than the gentle snores that escaped his lips.

You roll your eyes and went to pick up the women’s magazine that was opened across his face, just as the tan one sighs heavily and grunts out.

“Oi.. [Name]? Where’s Satsuki?” He groans, turning onto his side and pulls off the magazine from his face.

He takes a look to see the page he was looking at to be one of those thicker, curvy models.

You sigh and walk around to face him, kneeling in front of him once again, your thick thighs exposing itself from your skirt.

“She’s managing the boys at practice. She asked me to come get you.”

Aomine grunts out in annoyance at your words and looks up to see your face, staring down at him. He moved onto his back and continues looking at you.

“...”

His silence makes you smile a bit in defeat and exhale. “Come on, sleeping beauty, you need to get to practice. Otherwise, Satsuki will have my ass.”

“I’m too tired.” Aomine mutters, turning back onto his side, turning so he faced you this time and stares up at you lazily.

Examining your features in silence, Aomine took in your appearance at the moment.

There wasn’t a readable expression on his face so you couldn’t guess what he was thinking. His staring did cause your cheeks to pinken as his eyes shifted down.

He eyes your legs for a moment, the staring hard enough to make you shift to ignore it, as you poked him.

“Come on, just get up, please?” You plead making Aomine pout and close his eyes to avoid your expression. “I don’t care, I don’t wanna..” he sulks quietly.

You heave a heavy sigh and pat your skirt down and hum, leaning close to his face, his eyes still shut.

“I’ll buy you the latest issue of the swimsuit catalog for you~” you sang, in hopes of convincing him to get you.

The blue haired athlete opens an eye to come face to face with you, inches away, and seeing how close you were to him causes him to swallow and turn away, covering his eyes with his arms.

Fortunately, it seems it worked.

“...hmph, idiot.. I want the latest issue of the swimsuit catalog, the lingerie catalog, and I want bread..” He announces, pulling up his hand and bringing down a finger for each one he counted.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, and you held your pinky out for him. “Stupid pervert, it’s a deal.”

Aomine merely grins and moves his arm to face you again, connecting his pinky with yours and you both kissed your thumbs. Something you two did together since you were kids.

“I’ll be waiting.” Aomine grunts as he forces himself up and dusts his clothes, holding his hand out for you to take. “You better remember.”

You lift your hand to take his and helped yourself up, dusting your skirt. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t think I could forget my best friend’s perverted desires.”

“You think too low of me.” Aomine furrows his brows as he began headed to the ladder.

“Do I?”

“Idiot.”

Shrugging, you head down after him, being sure to threaten him if he even dared look up at you as you climbed down, and headed to the gymnasium together.

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Gently setting down your things on the ground by the door, jacket and cellphone, you went over to greet the coach and players.

“[Name]! Daiki!”

The pink haired manager runs over excitedly, practically bouncing with joy and stars in her eyes at the sight of them.

“You managed to convince him! Thanks so much!”

“Tch, you can’t even get me yourself, making [Name] do all the work.” Aomine scoffs and Satsuki pouts. “I’m busy doing my job and managing the others boys! Besides, only [Name] knows best how to get you to come.”

The pinkette widens her eyes and turns to you. “How did you manage to get him anyways?”

You gave a side glance to Aomine, who was too busy yawning and looking away to notice and you simply shrug. “He knows better.”

Satsuki just giggles a bit and grabs your hands, her clipboard tucked under her arm. “Thanks so much again, [Name]. I owe you one.”

“No problem, Satsuki.” You smile softly at her and watch her pull away to begin pushing Aomine to change.

“Alright, alright, stop pushing me.” Aomine grumbles as he walks forward, stumbling every few steps. He then turns back to give a smirk to you. “Keep your promise, you!”

“Of course I will!” You scoff, waving at him and smiling nonetheless, and began to head out after bidding goodbye to the other players and the coach.

Passing the viewers from up top, you hear particular comments.

“What promise could that fat girl make with Aomine?”

“Can’t be to spread her legs for him.. no guy would want a big girl like that.”

“Obviously. How does Aomine even know a piggy like her anyways?”

Their hushed voices and obvious stares only make you smile forcefully and walk out silently, ignoring their comments.

It wasn’t like it was the first time you heard something like that.

As soon as you open your locker, you find a couple notes slipping out from being held in place. You glance down before crouching and picked each one up, reading them as you did so.

‘Get some exercise, piggy!’

‘Lay off the foods for a while already.’

‘How can you stand to be so big? How does anything fit you?’

The bitter smile that formed from the sight made your heart heavy but you didn’t say a word.

It was a regular occurrence anyways.

It didn’t make you feel any better, considering your walk over to your locker, other students in the halls were pointing and staring over at you, as if you were a display.

As if it was strange to see someone like you there, someone big, where everyone else was thin.

You rip them up in two and set the pieces aside in your locker, grabbing your bag. About to shut your locker, you find the printed sheets Satsuki asked you to do and sigh.

“Better now before I forget..” you mumble to yourself, taking the ripped pieces and the printed sheets into your separate hands and closed your locker.

Slinging the strap of the bag over your shoulder, you begin heading back to the gymnasium so you could finally get home afterwards.

The gossiping whispers didn’t stop. Didn’t they have somewhere to be instead of loitering the halls?

Choosing to distract yourself, you thought about Aomine. The tall, tan, dark blue-haired athlete. It still made you surprised at your friendship but it was one of the best things that happened to you.

It was genuine, Satsuki and Aomine truly appreciated you and you appreciated them, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for them.

The only you could regret was your developing feelings for the athlete. An athlete dating a chubby girl? Even you could laugh thinking about it.

However, you figured Satsuki had the same, so you could only suppress them.

Plus, you didn’t want to ruin Aomine’s image.

It seems you distracted yourself too much, because as soon as you turned the corner, you bumped into someone, causing the two of you to stumble back, the both of you falling.

“O-Oh, I’m so so-“ despite you also falling, you look to the opposite person to apologize, but you were cut off by her scream.

“Oh my gosh! She touched me! Oh my gosh, get away from me, fat girl! You could’ve crushed me!”

The other girl, seemingly her friend, quickly helped her up and both glared hard down at me.

“W-What? I-“

“Are you seriously talking to me? Oh my gosh, Sera, let’s go to the locker rooms so I can wash this filth off me.” The other girl nods as they begin to walk off, but a third voice cuts in.

“Let me help you with that.”

Before any of you could react, the rude girl was suddenly soaked with water, emitting a surprised shriek from her once again.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck are you-!” The three of you turned to see a particular tanned male and your eyes widen.

“Daiki?!”

“Aomine!”

His ignorance towards you made you furrow your eyebrows, his attention kept on the two girls.

“There, all cleaned, now get the hell out of here.”

It was clear the girls were stunned at Aomine’s attitude and overall appearance, but even worse, was his piercing, sharp glare sent to them that sent shivers down their spine, and even you could feel a bit of goosebumps.

“Aomine.. we were just—“

“I don’t really care. Get lost already, it’s a bother to hear your voice.” His glare immediately disappears and he rolls his eyes, turning away with disinterest.

The girls gaped at that and quickly scurried off, you barely noticing her tears from her wet skin.

Once the girls were gone for good, Aomine immediately turns to you, making you startled. His gaze down at you makes you a bit uncomfortable but you continued to stare at him.

“Daiki.. what are you doing-?..”

His stride towards you makes you stop your words and watch him grab your wrist and help you up to your feet.

And then suddenly, he pins you to the wall, hand still gripping your wrist and other placing itself beside your head.

His lazy, unreadable expression is plastered as he leans close. His eyes flick back and forth between yours, as if it’s searching for something.

His peripherals then catch sight of the ripped papers and he snatches them away, pulling away to read the writing.

“H-Hey! Daiki!”

The athlete doesn’t say anything and you can’t reach for it back because he’s so tall.

Aomine silently connects the papers together and reads the full text, and you can’t see his expression since he turns away, but you find his hands clenched tightly into fists, muscles tensed and veins forming as he crushed the papers.

It scares you a little bit to see, so you try to calm him down, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine, okay? It doesn’t bother me anymore, so just-“

“Anymore?.. so it has before?” Aomine scoffs. You flinch and sigh. “Maybe, but look, I don’t care about it so let’s drop it, okay?”

Aomine clicks his tongue and turns around to look at you, an irritated yet pained expression taking over. You could actually read it.

“You know... you really are an idiot.”

You pout at that and frown. “The nickname really is unnecessary. You’ve been calling me that since I tripped over my own to feet and spilled my ice cream on myself when we were like, twelve.”

“Because you really were an idiot then! You tripped over nothing.”

“I tripped over some rocks, you jerk!” You scowl, shoving him which caused a small smile to form despite his pained expression seconds prior. His heart still ached knowing you were being bullied like this.

Aomine just shrugs and walks off, making you surprised. “W-Wait, why’d you even come here anyways? You should be at practice.” You began jogging after him.

He stops suddenly, lifting something off his shoulder. It was your jacket and your phone was in his hand, having taken it out from his pocket just now.

“You left it in the gym earlier. I didn’t want you to freak out and forget, and then not text me when you got home safe.”

Your eyes widen at you recall placing it down by the door. “Oh..” you must’ve forgotten when you were ignoring those girls from before. “Thanks..”

You reach up to take it from his hands and think back on his words, tightening your grip on your belongings. Aomine gives a long glance to you before taking your hand.

He holds it up and pressed his palm against yours quietly, you watching silently as he slowly intertwined your fingers and wraps his arm around your body. The action was enough to cause your cheeks to warm but you didn’t protest.

Pulling you close, he tightens his embrace, afraid to let go. “Hey, I..” he pauses for a moment, leaning down more so he was by your ear.

He thought for a few seconds before deciding to change his mind. Aomine shuts his eyes and relaxed himself.

“Nevermind.. just get home safe.. and promise to tell me if something like this happens again. Okay?”

His voice is a whisper, and you can’t see his face but you can hear his weak tone.

“I will.. I promise.”

You slowly pull away and held out your pinky again, smiling softly when he connects his with yours and kissed his thumb.

You thought about confessing to him. Now is the perfect time, isn’t it?.. but, the small fraction of you that’s scared, overpowers your confidence and you just smile at your friend.

“I’ll text you when I get home. Thanks again, and give this to Satsuki when you get back.” Handing the printed sheets to him, you take a step back and wave, slowly turning.

“See you tomorrow, Daiki.”

“..Yeah.. See you.”

You both turn away from each other in the hall, both wearing a somewhat pained expression for similar reasons and shared the same thoughts.

‘Maybe one day... one day I’ll confess to him/her..’

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A/N : this is all over the place and not really meshing well together but look, I’m tired. I literally got the vaccine recently and I’m so freaking sore.

Also, is it normal to have chills? The next day, I was FREEZING all day.

#tooweirdforyou #knb x reader #knb aomine #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko’s basketball #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #x reader #knb writing #kuroko no basket writing #aomine x reader

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milkiane · 3 years

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liane’s 1.5k writing challenge

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yay! thank u for 1.5k, my loves! <3 i’m so grateful for each and every one of you. this blog, surprisingly, keeps on growing and the amount of friends i’ve gained on here makes me so happy. UH ANYWAY! onto the writing challenge!

rules!

pick a prompt/scenario and let your imagination run wild! write a fic/blurb/headcanon/smau, whatever your heart’s desire.

when participating, please make sure to send me an ask and tag me once it’s finished so that i could add it on the celebration’s masterlist!

please tag your fics appropriately, make sure to put warnings that could be possibly triggering to other people, and please add the readmore tab on your fics.

anyone can participate! though you’re not obligated, by any means, to participate if you don’t want to. it would be terrific if you will, though!

deadline is on october 15, 2021.

fandoms & characters

marvel

peter parker

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

peter maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

loki laufeyson

sylvie laufeydottir

outer banks

jj maybank

rafe cameron

sarah cameron

kiara carerra

pope heyward

john b routledge

topper thornton

cleo

prompts: from @creativepromptsforwriting

"When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?"

— @baby-bearie with jj maybank

“I need just one date.” “You think you can woo me with just one date?” “Absolutely.”

— @sunflowergirl522 with peter maximoff

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

— @perpetualoverthinker with pope heyward

“That was so stupid.” “And also kinda cool, right?” “No. Just stupid.”

— @taylathornton with topper thornton

— @possiamo-andare with jj maybank

“You’re not the person I thought you were.” “No. I’m not the person you wanted me to be.”

— @starkey-babie with rafe cameron

— @bricksatanakinswindow with topper thornton

— @heavenlyholland with rafe cameron

“It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

— @sweeterthansammy with rafe cameron

— @w1segirl with jj maybank

“We can’t be friends. I can not just be your friend.”

— @cherrybarzy with jj maybank

— @destourtereaux with jj maybank

scenes: from @make-me-imagine

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident.

— @cognacdelights with jj maybank

Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

— @xsamsharons with jj maybank

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it's on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

— @/cherrybarzy with jj maybank

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

— @outermaybank with rafe cameron

— @natashxromanovf with jj maybank

Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

— @/possiamo-andare with jj maybank

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

— @nikkimaybank with jj maybank

— @marvelousmrsmarvel with peter parker

A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it's A.

— @sunnymaybank with sarah cameron

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

— @/w1segirl with jj maybank

— @/destourtereaux with jj maybank

Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o's house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you've left.

— @/taylathornton with rafe cameron

— @/nikkimaybank with jj maybank

B get's so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

— @/perpetualoverthinker with pope heyward

B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

Dancing around the living room of the first home you've bought together

#liane’s 1.5k writing challenge #tuserliane

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Oikawa x reader - A married life

"Now I'm asking you, what is this?" You shoved the screen of your phone, towards your husband as he squinted his eyes at the sudden action.

"I told you, I was at the company party and I-" Oikawa stopped. The picture showed him kissing a woman clad in revealing dress. His hands covered her cheeks as it looked like he was gladly returning the affection.

"Yn, I know what it looks like but I promise you its not what it seems like to you."

"Then why are you kissing her!?" You threw your hands in the air, frustrated at your husband. It didn't help that your hormones were skyrocketing and out of place. You were 3 months pregnant, after all.

"Look, she grabbed me out of nowhere and just forced herself on me. I was trying to push her that's why my hands were around her head. Baby, I wouldn't do that to you. You know I only love you."

You were rendered speechless at his explanation. The ache in your chest dispersing as you calm down. He wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your soft hair.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, hiding your face in his chest. He smell so good beneath the smooth texture of his suit. Unknowingly to you, Oikawa's eyes were tightly shut as he bit his lips guiltily.

"It's just whenever I go to your workplace, I always see her sauntering around you. She's obviously trying to seduce you. That's why I asked you again and again to avoid her as much as possible. I don't want to lose you" Voicing out your insecurities made you feel vulnerable. But you know that being in a relationship require two parties involved to be honest with each other. Communication and trust remains the strong foundation of your marriage.

"I know, sweetheart. But tell me, who sent that picture to you?" He pulled back and just when you were about to answer, another chime from your phone took both of your attention.

You clicked it open. Oikawa right by your side as he curiously look at your text. You didn't mind it. There was nothing to hide from him anyway.

The message opened to reveal a video. Tapping the play button, it shows your husband furiously making out with the same girl in the earlier photo. They were situated in a corner, away from everyone as some of his coworkers were busily drinking.

You hands started shaking as tears unconsciously poured from your eyes. Feeling your husband tense from beside you only confirms your theory. The video soon ended and there was tense silence.

You looked up to see Oikawa with his head bowed, hair covering his eyes. Even from your position, you couldn't see his expression. But it didn't matter. The video says it all. You didn't bother asking for explanation this time.

Slowly, you begun untangling his arms around you. Letting out a hollow laugh, you shook your head in dismay.

Funny how you always laugh at those cliche movies whenever a girl experiences heartbreak. They always portray it as a physical pain, symtoms similar to a heart attack. But you deem it as bullshit. Sure, it hurts. But its impossible to feel that much pain just from losing the one you love, right?

So why does it feel like you're dying now? Your heart still beats. But it feels as if it was literally torn and stamp repeatedly. You tried to breath normally but something lodge in your throat and why can't you breath properly? Why does your lungs seem to stop working right when you need it most?

"Yn!"

"YN!!!"

Choking back a gasp, you return to reality as you see Oikawa panicking as he held you.

"Are you okay? Breath slowly, baby" He instructed, rubbing his hand soothingly on your back as you tried to regain your senses.

"Why, Tooru?" You finally gathered the courage to ask. The feeling of betrayal rang loud and clear on your hoarse voice and he winced from it.

"I'm sorry Yn. I'm sorry for lying. I got pretty drunk at the party. I lose control. We haven't done it for a while after you got pregnant and she was there and just flaunting around and kept rubbing me, saying things how she's going to make me feel good and I just- I!" He rambled, truth finally spilling from those lips you loved so much. His eyes were everywhere but you.

You didn't know what to feel. You asked for the truth, right? But you feel so much worse now.

"Are you blaming me for being pregnant, Tooru?"

"Shit, no Yn-"

"We planned this together! You said you wanted to build a family with me. And we both decided to refrain from any sexual activities while I'm in my early pregnancy to avoid any possible complications while the baby is being developed. We talked about it and we both agreed! So why are you turning it against me now?"

"I know it wasn't an excuse, Yn! And I know I'm wrong. God, I'm so wrong.Please, forgive me." Oikawa sobbed, tears cascading down the smooth expanse of his cheeks as he begged for your forgiveness.

"If you can't help yourself then maybe I shouldn't have agreed to have a baby with you!" You cried, anger radiating off you in waves.

"All those nights you came home late. Was it because you were taking your sweet time with her? Hm?" You smiled at him mockingly and his eyes widened in protest.

"No, Yn!" He tightly clutched your arms, desperately forcing you to hear him out, "Listen to me. I took all those overtime to gain extra money. That was in preparation for when our baby comes! Please believe me when I say it was for us!"

You looked at him with dull eyes. The aftermath of the fight just leaves you exhausted. You didn't know what to believe anymore. This was the man you had vowed to be with for the rest of your life. This was the man you wholeheartedly love and respect. Trust had always been your foundation, hasn't it?

Where has all the trust gone to?

You placed your hand on your belly. Wondering if he or she can feel the pain their father just bestowed to you. Hopefully not. You never want any harm nor pain come to your baby.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired." Coming up with a lame excuse, you turn to walk away when a hand firmly grasp your arms, not in a painful way.

"Lets talk about this, Yn. I don't want us to go to sleep tonight without resolving this issue." Oikawa pleaded with you, eyes begging for a chance. Any time, you will easily give in but after what happened, you don't know how to face him.

"I don't know what to say anymore, Tooru. I just want to rest." You smiled at him resignedly. Oikawa gritted his teeth. His heart throb painfully. How can you say that with such look on your face? Knowing that he caused your pain only increased the frustration and guilt running through his veins.

With a sigh, he unwillingly yielded to your request. Letting go of your hand, he watched your back face him as you slowly walked further away from him.

He will later learn that that was the biggest mistake of his life.

That night, both of you slept in the same bed as usual. Although a few inches only separates you, both your hearts were distanced with an invisible barrier. One trying to forget the pain it experienced, while the other trying to find ways to have you back to him.

It was dead silent. You were tilting in between reality and dreams when a sudden, sharp pain tore through your abdomen and you screamed in pain. Startling your husband who immediately checked on you.

"Yn-chan, are you okay? What happened!?" Oikawa asked, panic covering his features as he took in your pain filled expression. He felt the sheets wet and he clicked the bedside lamp open to see your side in bed covered in blood.

Your pupils dilated as you took in the sight. Another stabbing pain washed over you and you keeled in agony, stifling your screams. You barely felt Oikawa whisper comforting words to you before quickly lifting you up to bring you to the hospital.

My baby. No, I can't lose him/her. Was the only thought going through your mind.

"It hurts" you groaned in pain as Oikawa comfortingly grip your hand with one of his own as he drive with one hand. (AN: Not safe. Don't do this guys. Always drive safely)

"Take deep breaths, love"

"My baby" Sobbing in distress, you held on your stomach and Oikawa felt like vomiting. A lot has happened in the past couple of hours and the thought of something happening to your unborn child didn't help the queasy feeling in his gut.

"I'm here, Yn. Nothing will happen to you nor our baby." Pretending to be strong for the both of you, he forcefully blinked the tears forming on his eyes.

Everything happened fast after that. It was like everything was a blur for him. You were quickly taken in the emergency room before you were transferred to the operating room. The doctor and nurses explained what was happening to you and what they were about to do. He numbly agreed to what they say. Only repeated over and over again that they must save you.

Before long he found himself waiting outside the operating theatre. His ears were ringing as he looked at his surroundings. It was surreal. Like his body was there but his consciousness somewhere else. He was only brought back to reality when he felt harsh tugging on his shoulder.

"Oi, Oikawa get a grip on yourself!"

"Iwa-...chan..? How did you get here? "

"You texted me, did you forget?"

"Ah.. Right" Oikawa mumbled, blankly staring at nowhere in particular. He felt drained but the anxiety running on his body did not allow him to even get an ounce of rest as he waited for the news on his wife and baby.

Iwaizumi frowned. It was unusual to see his bestfriend so distraught. He still didn't know what happened after all, Oikawa only texted him that he was in the hospital after something happened to his wife. But he felt asking would be too insensitive on his part so he stay silent and tried to just be there for his bestfriend.

"It was my fault, y'know" Oikawa finally spoke after some time.

Iwaizumi patiently waited for him to continue, silently confused on Oikawa blaming himself.

"We had a fight. She saw me making out with the girl she hated from our company. Somebody sent her a video of it."

Iwaizumi was shocked. He knew Oikawa was a huge flirt back in their high school days but that he also outgrew it when he fall in love with Yn Ln. They were happy together and rarely had a fight as much as he knew. Or was it all a facade?

Suddenly, he felt anger rush through him at the foolishness of his bestfriend. Messing around when he knew his wife was pregnant! Iwaizumi opened his mouth to curse at his close friend when he was frozen at the sight.

Oikawa was staring at him with regret painted all over his face. Tears continuously fall on his cheeks. The usual light in his warm, soft eyes was gone and all that was left was an endless pit of misery and hopelessness.

"I screwed up, Iwa-chan" He whispered, defeated.

Flinching in response, Iwaizumi's anger quickly switch into sympathy for his friend as he assessed his poor condition.

"She's strong. Stop thinking on the worst scenario. Just focus on what you will do after this." While giving him a reassurring pat on the back. Oikawa released a shaky breath as he nodded at his friends' advice.

Suddenly, the doors to the operating room opened and a doctor wearing scrubs came out. Two nurses were by his side.

"We're looking for the husband of Yn, Ln"

"That is me"

Oikawa quickly stand up from his seat and approach the doctor. He was then escorted to an empty room where the two nurses silently left him and the doctor to discuss the aftermath of the procedure.

With his heart beating loudly, Oikawa eagerly fired questions to the doctor.

"How is she? How's my wife? My baby? Were you able to save them? When can I see them?"

The doctor resignedly took of his mask.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Oikawa-san but the baby didn't make it. Your wife had a spontaneous miscarriage. It has no specific cause. Women in their first trimester or early pregnancy are more prone to experience it that's why stress must be avoided at all times especially during this sensitive period in a womans' body."

Oikawa felt like being doused in cold water. He stayed frozen while staring at the doctor who looked grim. After seeing all that blood came out on his wife, he already knew deep inside that they lost the baby but he simply refused to believe it. He hang on to that tiny hope that maybe their unborn baby can be saved.

He shakily gulped, feeling his heart break. The pain was intense. They were looking forward to the arrival of their first child and for this to happen-

"What about my wife? Can I see her now?" He was hurting. Greatly. But he couldn't imagine how his wife was faring. She was the one carrying their child, after all. He wanted to comfort her and be there for her.

"I-" the doctor stopped and cleared his throat. Oikawa felt something amiss. Like an impending doom but he quickly tried to shoo the thought away.

"Doctor, how is she? I want to talk to her as soon as possible."

"That is another matter I must discuss with you, Oikawa-san."

The nerves were killing him and it took all his self restraint to not jump across the table and force the surgeon to speak at once.

"There was.. a complication while we were taking the fetus out of her. The amount of blood was greater than what it should been. We quickly transfused blood into her but it wasn't enough. We tried to resuscitate her but in the end she.. died due to heamorrhagic shock."

For a moment, Oikawa forgot how to breath. The world around him turn to black and white and the only words resounding in his mind was that she's dead, she's dead repeatedly.

It didn't fully sink in yet. Until he saw his wife, his beloved Yn, lying still in the operating room. Her face was pale under the glare of OR lights. And if he didn't know any better, it looks as if she is only sleeping peacefully after a long day. But as he caress her cold cheeks, no more warmth emanating from those cheeks he love to kiss so much, he was slapped with the bitter reality that she's not coming back.

No more warm smiles and sweet kisses from his wife as he return home after a long day at work. No more delicious meals waiting for him at the table as they talked about what happened during their day. No more cuddles and whisper of i love you's in the darkness of the night as they lay entangled from the after event of making love.

The perfect picture of a happy family with their son/daughter shattered in his mind as he loudly grieved for the loss of his family.

Kami-sama if you are real, please let me return back time. Let me be with my family again. Please give me a chance to make things right...

Oikawa loudly gasped as if coming back to land after drowning. He find himself gazing at the ceiling in their room. It was dark. Where was he?

A slight shuffle and then,

"Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare, Tooru?"

That sweet, melodious voice.

Oikawa slowly turn towards the source of sound to see, much to his relief, his beloved wife gazing at him with concern while rubbing the sleep out her eyes.

"Yn-chan" He choked, lunging at her to give her the tightest embrace.

"Woah there, big guy" You chuckled, patting his back. You stilled when you felt something wet trickled down your neck.

"I'm so glad! So glad to be with you, Yn!" The pure, raw emotion coming from your husband surprised you as he continued to sob on your neck, clinging to you like a lost baby.

"Please don't ever leave me again! Kami-sama, thank you for bringing her back to me!" Oikawa yelled, voice muffled as he continued to shove his face around your neck.

"What has happened to you, dear?" You worriedly asked and pull his face away to wipe some of his tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You suggested, talking about his nightmare.

"No need, love. I just want to say that I *kiss* love *kiss* you *kiss* so damn much!"

You giggled at his affection, loving his kisses.

"Oh and how many months are you again?"

"Silly, did you forget? I'm just two months along. 7 months to go"

Oikawa heaved a sigh of relief. Turning to your stomach, he leaned down and pulled up your shirt.

"Hey, little one. I'm so excited to meet you. But for now, be good for mommy, okay?" Placing a sweet kiss to your stomach, you smiled at your husbands' attention as you run your fingers through his hair. Oikawa gladly reciprocate your smile with his own.

This time, I'll love you with all of my heart. I won't make the same mistakes again. We will be a happy family, Yn.

Extended ending:

"Yes you heard it right. You're fired." Oikawa coldly said to his assistant. The one who destroyed his past life and made him and his wife suffer.

"But! I-" she whined pathetically, trying to win his sympathy by acting like a pitiful slut. But Oikawa was having none of it.

"I said. Get. Out." The fiery glare in his eyes send shivers down her spine and she immediately booked her way out of his office, whining like a bitch along the way.

Another extended ending:

7 months later, you tiredly smile at the little bundle of joy in your arms. After 18 hours of grueling labor, you finally had your healthy, baby boy.

"I'm so proud of you." Oikawa wiped the sweat along your forehead as he softly kissed you.

"Thank you for bringing our baby to this world. You make me the happiest person alive, Yn. I love you two so much and I swear to protect you both for the rest of my life." He whispered, tears springing in his eyes at the emotional moment.

"As do I, Tooru. As do I." You swore, sealing that promise with sweet kiss.

Fin

#haikyuu #haikyu #oikawa x reader #oikawa #tooru #readerinsert #reader #angst #xreader #timeskip #fluff #marriage #anime #haikyuu!

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