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OFF THE TABLE - KTH | eight (m)

↬ synopsis: a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

pairing — taehyung x female oc

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 6.8k

chapter warnings/tags — softdom!tae, sub!oc, domesticity, teasing, spitting in public (someone spit in my mouth already), explicit smut, mentions of female masturbation, pillow riding, swearing, name-calling, degradation, sexual tension, making out, dirty talk, thigh riding, more spitting (sorrynotsorry) oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, rough fucking, creampie, cockwarming + more

a/n: hey… how you doin… 👁👁 i literally died and came back to life to update ott bc it’s been SO LONG!!! it’s mostly smut, pure filth, so get ready 🫶

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It wasn’t often Yuna took days off work, simply never having the time to do so due to the workload, so it was quite odd being back in her office. The room was left untouched, exactly the way it was before she left. She trudged to her chair, sitting down with a heavy sigh and turning on her laptop, making a start on her work; responding to emails, sending emails out and signing paperwork.

It was nothing new, she was merely playing the catch-up game for hours. without a break and soon enough, she got tired.

Yuna dropped her pen and shut her laptop, running a hand through her hair with a heavy sigh. She stood up from her seat and left her office, briskly making her way to Taehyung’s office, and actually remembering to knock before peaking her head through the door.

The man looked up when he heard her knock on the door. He immediately smiled, as he quickly closed the laptop, completely ignoring the email he was writing. "Hi, darling."

“Hi..” Yuna says quietly with a childish smile on her face and a faint blush on her cheeks. She approaches his desk and takes a seat in the chair opposite him. “How’s all the work coming along?”

"Ah, I’m nearly finished,” Taehyung smiled at her, putting his laptop to the side, as he rest his forearms on the desk. He tilted his head to the side, noticing the exhaustion on her face. "Did you need something?"

“No not really, I’m just tired? Not sleepy tired, just tired. And I’m bored of being here,” she mumbles, leaning back against the chair and crossing her arms. “I feel like I probably messed up a bunch of paperwork.”

Taehyung raised a brow at her. He actually felt bad for her, only taking one day off to recover, even though he insisted she take at least 3 days off to fully recover but she refused.

"Bring your work here and I’ll fix it for you so you can leave early."

Yuna appreciated the offer, but she didn’t need her boyfriend doing all the work for her “Absolutely not. That work needs to be done by my hand and my hand only,” she groans, throwing her head back against the seat. “And I wanna leave with you, not on my own..”

Taehyung would laugh softly, seeing her flushed cheeks.

She was so cute.

Taehyung opens his laptop again, reading over the email he’d abandoned, "Ah, well, I was planning on finishing work early and then going to the gym. It’s been a while since I last went. Maybe we can spend some time together after I am back from the gym?"

Oh, what a sight it would be to watch Taehyung handle gym equipment.. she was almost daydreaming the image in her head and much to her disappointment, he cleared his throat, waiting for a response, or something, rather than sit there in silence and watch the growing smirk on her face become more and more frightening.

“That’s fine! Just give me a call when you’re ready to leave!” Yuna smiles, her words sounding liking gibberish with how fast she was talking and rushing towards the door.

Taehyung’s eyes shifted from the laptop to her and then back to his screen, doing a complete double take at the way her hips swayed in the black pencil skirt that hugged her hips perfectly. He tried his best not to check her out, but it was impossible with the harsh sounds of her sleek black heels thrumming against the tiled floor of his office.

"Mhm, I love those heels on you, Yuna,” he calls out to her, watching her body approach the door.

Yuna halted, looking down at her feet to suppress the blush growing on her cheeks. She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, throwing a wink at him and kicking her heels up behind her knees. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll wear them more often for you,” she teases, blowing him a kiss and swiftly walking out of the office to leave him with his work.

“Oh, you don’t wanna drive? What if I decide to suddenly crash you car today?” She unlocks the door and gets into the drivers seat, leaving him outside. Having driven to work this morning, Taehyung had no intention of taking the wheel. Yuna looked extremely hot driving. Hotter than himself, even.

Taehyung frowned, jumping in the passenger seat and closing the door. "That would mean you really want to break up."

“Never mind, I’ll take extra care of your car then,” she mumbles, caressing the wheel gently before starting up the car and beginning to drive. “Home first or should I drop you off straight to the gym?”

"Gym first, please. I hope you don’t mind picking me up after?" He reached his hand down to pat her thigh, then softly skimming his fingers over the fabric of her skirt. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way her thigh tenses under his touch as she tries to keep her focus on the road.

“Uh.. sure, just let me know what time to pick you up and I’ll be there.” Yuna licks over her bottom lip and checks the time on her phone.

Taehyung grinned at her, leaning over to leave a chaste kiss on her neck and squeezing her thigh a little. "Of course. Thank you, baby. You’re such a good girl for me."

Yuna snaps her head towards him with a very ‘are you serious?’ look. There was no way he was doing all this and expecting her to be completely unfazed. “Only for you,” she mutters quietly, her voice barely there as she pulled up opposite the gym.

He noticed she stopped the car, yet he didn't pull away. He kept leaving a trail of small kisses along the expanse of her neck, his hand slipping under her skirt to make home between her thighs. Yuna felt incredibly warm, but that didn’t stop Taehyung from skimming his fingertips over the dampening material of her panties.

"You don’t know how much I want to do you right here, right now."

“Why…?” Yuna sat there with her head tilted to the side, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping at the wheel. “The gym is a much more important than this..” she breathes out, trying to push her needs away as far as possible. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to get touchy in the car with people walking past.

Taehyung would only hum, "Yeah, I guess you’re right, but.." He pulled away from her neck and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "Think you can open your mouth for me? Just for a second. Please?"

It was a bit of an odd request, but she couldn’t turn him down. Yuna turned to face him, inches away from him as she opened her mouth like he had asked, gazing at him with anticipation.

He flashed a huge grin.

"Good girl."

He then settled her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her mouth to fall open so he could, generously, spit into her mouth.

Why? He was too horny for his own good. The image of her strutting in those 5 inch heels (it didn’t seem like a lot, but it was).

Yuna stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded as her mouth came to a close on its own, unconsciously swallowing the thick string of saliva coating her tongue.

And before she could say anything, Taehyung left a kiss on her cheek and got out of the car. "I’ll call you when I’m done. See you later." He winked at her and closed the car door behind him and walking towards the entrance of the gym, not even batting an eye back at her.

Turned on was an understatement on her end. She didn’t have the patience nor the time to wait, so she quickly drove off home, thinking about the little one-to-one session she and her pillow would be having once she got home.

Taehyung spent at least two hours at the gym, with the added time of showering and changing there.

As he left the building, he pulled out his phone and called Yuna. His muscles felt sore and he felt pretty exhausted, but he knew he had something else to do when he got back to hers. He couldn’t leave her hanging for the whole day.

Still half dressed and a random pillow between her legs, Yuna tried to get herself off in her bedroom, rolling her hips against the fluffed up pillow to help her reach her orgasm, but her phone vibrating next to her completely cut her out of it, making her groan. Wiping the sheer gloss of sweat adorning her cheeks, she picked up her phone, seeing Taehyung’s name taking over the screen.

Yuna halted her movements, staring at the screen for a couple seconds, trying to catch her breath before picking up. “Hi.. Are you finished?” she asks, her voice shaky over the phone.

Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but stopped himself upon hearing the girl’s strained voice. He immediately grinned, having already figured out what she was up to.

Turns out, he could read her like an open book, even through a phone call.

"I could ask you the same thing. Are you done or are you so miserable to not get off without me anymore?"

The cockiness could be heard within his tone from miles away. Just his voice could make her grow more excited as she started to move again, this time not bothering to try and hide it. “I’m not finished yet..”she admits, tugging at her bottom lip as she gripped onto the pillow. “Are you? I’ll come and pick you up now?”

"Oh, please, take your time. You can pick me up when you finally understand that whatever you are using to help you right now, will not do the things I can do to you,” he spoke, letting out an amused chuckle from the bottom of his throat, making it sound deep and harsh and ending the call just like that. Taehyung then started walking around, before he decided to walk to the mall that was on the opposite side of the street.

With the call now cut, Yuna let out a frustrated sigh, getting off the bed and throwing her underwear and pants back on. She already knew nothing would ever compare to what he could make her feel, and she needed him to know that.

Heels on, she rushed out of the house and got in the car, driving to the gym to see if he was still there, and much to her luck, he was not. Yuna stepped out of the car, parking it on the side of the main road before walking to the mall. She tried calling him again and again, but there was no answer.

Taehyung on the other hand, was busy shopping for himself, walking around the nearby mall. He decided to wander around the shops, while waiting for Yuna. He did a bit of his own shopping, picking out a couple suits and dress shirts for work.

Yuna continued to wander about, a few items on display catching her eye and being tempted to buy them, but she had to remind herself of the main reason why she was at the mall.

She took a few glances around at the busy people, hoping to spot Taehyung, and much luck to herself and her very perceptive eyes, she was able to notice his unique, dark locks from a mile away, stood outside the store ahead of her and holding a bunch of bags.

Taehyung failed to notice her storming towards him, too distracted by the various footwear on display in one of the stores. Not men’s footwear.

Women’s.

His body disappeared into the store, triggering the frustrated Yuna to let out a heavy huff, following him into the store. With his back turned to her, she stepped behind him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Hm?” Taehyung turned around a little startled at how you got to him so quick considering what she was doing before she arrived. He showed her a grin, an he held onto his bags tightly. "Ah, there you are. I was just thinking about you."

Yuna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Why? Because I can’t get off without you?” she whispers, crossing her arms with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"That is one of the two reasons, actually." His grin grew bigger, while his eyes very obviously checked her out; up and down. "What is your shoe size?"

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “A five,” she finally tells him, tapping her foot against the floor.

"Perfect,” He winks at her, disappearing into women's section to look around, leaving Yuna at the store entrance.

Taehyung called a sales assistant over and spoke to her, deliberating on the perfect pair of heels for his wonderful girlfriend, and after a couple minutes of talking, the sales assistant excused herself to the back of the store, picking out the perfect pair of heels. The lady didn’t spend too pick, emerging from the back with a black shoe box, allowing Taehyung to take a quick look before confirming his thoughts.

The lady guided him to the till Yuna catching on and following. behind him, grabbing a firm hold of his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes watched the lady behind the counter process his payment before looking over at him.

“What did you buy?”

"Ah, just something for my lovely girlfriend." He grabbed the bag back and said his goodbyes to the worker, before leaving the store and pulling Yuna out with him. "Or my lovely little whore, if you please."

Yuna could only pout as he dragged her out of the mall “Let’s just go home, please…” she whines, clearly not in the mood for his little remarks.

Taehyung would laugh softly at her, wrapping his free arm around her waist. "Awe, is my girl pouty because she couldn’t get herself off?"

“You made me drive to the gym, and then you weren’t there, so I had come all the way to the mall, wander around to find you and when I do, you’re shopping for shoes.. You’re enjoying this much more than I am,” she mumbles, turning her head away from him.

As they both walked over to the car, Taehyung let go of her to settle inside. "Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything and more once we’re home. If you’re still in the mood, that is."

Yuna didn’t say anything, silently getting in the drivers seat, putting her seatbelt on and starting up the car. She didn’t bother to look at him, solely focusing on the road and occasionally tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

He stayed silent; looking out of the window. He genuinely felt bad for her, mistakenly assuming he made her uncomfortable. But after few minutes, his eyes landed on her again, noticing the loose strands of hair over her face, but he kept his hands to himself even though he really wanted to touch her.

Yuna, on the other hand, was speeding down the road, desperate to get home as soon as possible. She left her house earlier without finishing and it felt like it was eating her alive.

When they finally got home, she handed him his car keys and got out of the vehicle, rushing to her front door to unlock it so it would be easier for him to carry all the bags in. “One session at the gym ended up being a whole shopping spree, huh?”

Taehyung followed right behind her, grabbing all the bags and locking the car, carefully walking over to her and hiding his keys in his pocket. He genuinely thought she was pissed off, and honestly, he was pretty unsteady whenever she’d get mad. He had the bitter pleasure of experiencing your anger first-hand his whole life.

Yuna opens the door, slipping out of her heels as Taehyung went to drop the bags on the sofa.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and change, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she tells him, before rushing upstairs into her bedroom to see she left the room in a mess; her sheets were creased, her used pillow sitting u touched right at the centre of her bed, She cursed quietly to herself and got to tidying up, hiding any evidence of what she was doing before leaving the house to pick him up.

Taehyung let her disappear before rummaging through all the bags, looking for the one with his gift for her in it and when he finally found it, he quietly made his way upstairs and waited outside the bedroom, assuming she was there, and waited for her to ‘change', even though he knew damn well she was just trying to cover up her tracks.

Yuna managed to make her room look a little more presentable than earlier, so she opened the door, seeing Taehyung stood outside. “Oh, did you need something?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe with a smile, trying to play off the panic she was in just a few seconds before.

She was a shit liar and so, he pushed past her smaller frame and stepped into the room, setting himself on the edge of her bed. “I wanted to give you the shoes I bought for you,” he winks at her, looking around the room for any sign of the special pillow.

“You really didn’t need to buy me anything, Taehyung..” she says quietly, trying to be humble as she took a seat next to him.

Taehyung handed her the heavy bag, "Oh, please. I wanted to, besides, treat this as a thank you for being my chauffeur and driving me around all day," yes, that and looking sexy whilst driving. He was sure she’d like it and he’d like it even more on her.

Yuna took the bag from his hands, pulling the box out of the bag, feeling that it was pretty heavy. She untied the ribbon around the box, letting it fall on her lap as she opened up the box, revealing a pair of patent leather black heels, the shine reflecting off the dim light of her bedroom.

A small gasp left her lips as she dropped the lid onto the floor, skimming her finger against the leather.

Taehyung carefully watches her, trying to hide his smile by bitting down on his lip. "If you don’t like it, we can return it, but I’d really like see you try them on."

“We are not returning these, I love them!” Yuna takes one pair out of the box, analysing the shoe in her hands. “I hope I don’t fall in them,” she chuckles, placing the box on the side of the bed, and slipping it onto her foot. She stood up to make sure it fit, and it fit perfectly, giving her the a-ok to wear the other pair. Yuna stood up to move in front of him and took a few steps back, giving him a little twirl to show off the shoes. “If only I weren’t wearing tights, they’d look much better on me.”

Taehyung watched her intently, basking in the admiring the sleekness of the heels adorning her feet "Just take them off. After all, I bought them for you, so you could show me your legs more often,” he says, reaching his hands out to tug on Yuna’s tights lightly, desperate for her to take them off.

“Are you sure you’re not just trying get your hands in my underwear?” she jokes, taking the heels off and bringing her hands down to where his were, swiftly pulling the article down her legs and letting it pool at her ankles. She steps out of the muddle and slips her feet into the heels again with some support from Taehyung yunf.

“Okay, how’s this?” she asks, taking a step back as she stood there in her underwear and her crème button up, trying to show off the heels.

"You look perfect,” he breathes out, drinking in the sight of Yuna’s bare legs before standing up and walking around her form, eager to get a look at her with the heels from every angle possible.

He then stopped behind her, pressing his chest firmly against her back before whispering,"Best purchase I’ve ever made.” Taehyung’s voice was soft, hoarse almost, as if he lacked the air to be more firm with his words. She could tell from the way his breath tickled the back of her neck.

A blush crept up on her face as she turned around to face him, her face just inches away from his. “Thank you for the shoes..” she says softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss (the heels added a couple inches to her height, but Taehyung was still a million times taller than her).

"Mhm, my pleasure."

Before he knew it, their lips were moulding into a soft kiss, Taehyung tilting his head to the side as his hands slid down to her waist and eventually settling to grab the hem of her shirt. Yuna pushed her body closer to his as her hands tangled with the hairs on the back of his head, lightly pulling on his locks as she hummed against his lips, already growing out of breath after just 10 seconds of making out.

Eventually they both pulled away, lips slightly puffy, but not as much as they normally are after one of these sessions.

"I have been meaning to ask you something rather important.." Taehyung starts, mindlessly tugging at her shirt.

“Yeah?”

"Where’s the second pillow?" He cocks a brow at her and sets his eyes on Yuna’s bed, noticing one empty spot among all her cushions, which he could only assume was the spot her ‘special pillow’ previously sat.

“Ah..” she chuckles nervously, looking down at her feet and then back up at him. “That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out,” she shrugs with a smug look on her face.

"Oh, really now?" he faked a pout, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "I guess that’s fine. I mean, I already have a theory on what happened to it."

“Oh, really now?” she repeats his words almost mockingly. “Enlighten me, Mr Kim. What could’ve possibly happened to the pillow?”

Taehyung pulled away, tightening his grip on her hips as he leaned over to practically groan in her ear. "I think you got so high and horny from me just spitting in your mouth, that you felt like your cunt needed a good fuck, but unfortunately, I wasn’t there to assist you, so being the desperate slut that you are, you tried to fuck your precious pillow to try and cum, but you obviously failed."

Hearing exactly what she did coming from him, definitely made her sound a lot more desperate and obvious than she thought she was. “Well when you put it like that…” Yuna trails off, looking down at her feet now feeling too embarrassed to even look him in the eye.

Taehyung laughed, burying his face in the crook of her neck to a deep kiss against her unmarked skin. "So it’s true, is it not, darling?" He pulled away from her neck and looked down at her, gently lifting her chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing Yuna to look up at him.

She tilts her head to the side, looking up, pretending to think to herself. “And what if it is true? We can’t really do anything about it now since it’s in the past,” she replies, her gaze just as challenging as his.

"We can’t? Oh, dear.." Taehyung took a step away from her, "And I thought I could give you what you really craved, but oh well.."

“No! Wait..” she pouts, stepping closer to him and grabbing both his hands, placing them on her hips. “I.. couldn’t finish with the pillow..” she starts, shying away from his gaze. “The pillow couldn’t make me feel the way you do,” Yuna admits quietly, squeezing his hands.

“Ah, that’s such a shame.." He couldn't help but tease her a little, moving his hand from her hip down to her thigh and settling between them. "And what shall we do about that now? I mean.. It is in the past now."

Yuna knew he was playing around, teasing her and trying to get her to say what she wanted out loud, but if she were to submit to him, it would leave a very irreparable dent on her ego and his hands were so close to where she needed him most, he just needed to move his hand a little higher.

“You know what you’re doing..” she mumbles.

"Of course I do. I’m trying to make you say what exactly you want from me." His hand trailed up and down her thighs, with every move, his hand got closer to her clothed cunt, but didn't dare to touch her yet, not until he got what he wanted from her.

“Please, you know what I want, Tae..” she tries to sound angry, but her words come out as a desperate whine. If Yuna gave him what he wanted, he would forget about it and m not hesitate to use it against her when the opportunity arises. But, she’d been waiting for this for several hours. Now she had the chance to finally get what she wanted, and that was the only thing on her mind.

“I want your hands.. and you’re tongue..” she whispers, hoping he’d show her some mercy.

Taehyung’s smirk grew bigger, his fingers finally brushing over the damp centre of her panties, wasting no time in rubbing slow, circular motions with his thumb against her throbbing clit. A heavy sigh of relief sounded from Yuna, finally having the man she needed most help her finish what she started.

“See? Good things happen you listen.”

Yuna nodded at his words, placing her hands on his shoulders, gripping onto his clothes to keep herself steady as her legs buckled beneath her, hips edging themselves towards his thumb for more.

Taehyung shifted to use his whole hand to rub her through her panties, using so much force and pressure, he could’ve sworn he almost lifted her off the floor and it elicited a sharp gasp from Yuna. He then leaned his head to the side of her own, as his tongue went to lick her earlobe.

Her grip on his shoulder was much tighter than before, knuckles almost turning white. She could barely keep herself standing, the heels making it even harder for her as her legs shook and her hips started to move on their own; back and forth against his hand.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat, as he felt his hand soak up the arousal from between his legs, too much actually, he had to force his hand away from her, putting a halt to her desperation chase. "How about you show me what you did to that pillow when I was gone, but we make it a little more exciting?"

“Exciting?” she questions, pulling away from him and dragging him towards the bed. She climbed onto the bed, sitting right at the centre, sitting with her heels still on either side of her.

He adjusts his rings around his digits, playing around with them, "How about you set yourself on my lap? I bet you look like an absolute masterpiece riding my thigh.”

Yuna’s eyes wandered down to his torso, already seeing a very prominent bulge forming against his pants. She snapped her eyes back up to him and nodded eagerly. “But would you be able to handle it?” she asks, obviously trying to provoke him.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me.." he says back down on the bed, "If I feel like I can’t handle it, I will simply fuck you harder than before and leave you with the inability to do nothing but cum for me on command,” he flashes her a wink, biting down on his bottom lip as he pat his thigh, giving her the all-clear.

Just the simple gesture of him patting his thigh for her to sit on almost made her cum on the spot, but Yuna knew better than to cum untouched. She crawled over to him on the bed, climbing over his lap so she was snow traddling his thigh. She lifted herself off of him a couple of times to adjust herself so she was stable before pressing her clothed cunt down against him, the contact against his dress pants making her wince.

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you take your panties off, but not just yet." His hands reached down to take off his belt and discard of it elsewhere, unbuttoning his pants to make make more room for his growing bulge.

Taehyung’s words went through one ear and out the other since she was already making a move. Yuna licked over her bottom lip as her hips started to move back and forth against his thigh, trying to get herself a bit more riled up. Any subtle contact between her legs would easily set her off as she looked down between their bodies, taking notice of the damp little puddle on his pants from where her soaked pussy sat.

“Look at you, makin’ a mess,” he taunts, generously rubbing the small of her back without disturbing her provocative actions.

The constant brushing of her clit against his thigh left her in pieces. She was throwing her head back, gripping onto the hem of her shirt to make the pleasure more bearable, but it was useless. Yuna gazed down at him with hooded eyes and red cheeks, “D-don’t look at me..” she breathes out, slightly embarrassed to be seen in such a state.

He reached his hand up to wrap around her throat gently, yet the hint of force was noticeable as Taehyung urged her to keep her eyes on him. "Oh, baby, but I want to look at you. And you’re gonna look at me and show me how much you’re enjoying this,” he taunts her, letting his eyes drop down to witness the growing mess on his lap. It was the perfect way to show Yuna just how powerless she was around him,

She wanted to cuss him out so bad. The urge to call him an asshole stayed at the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t dare to let it slip, knowing full well it wouldn’t get her anywhere, She looked down between her legs, noticing how damp and sticky his thigh had become because of her actions and it was almost degrading to see how how easily she was aroused by such little contact. But still, Yuna couldn’t stop. She was so desperate to cum, she was almost there.

“So close, Tae…”

Both his hands now land on her hips, helping her fuck herself hard enough to make her orgasm come quicker. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Yuna’s mouth had fallen slack, giving Taehyung the perfect opportunity to slaver into her mouth, watching as some of the thick substance landed on the side of her lips, slowly dripping down on them.

She stuck her tongue out to lick at the excess, desperate for a taste as his blasphemous words were enough for her orgasm to come crashing down on her; inner thighs squeezing around him as the very obvious substance of white piled onto his pants. Yuna flipped her hair to the side as she brought a hand down her body and to her sensitive clit, gently playing with the sensitive bud to help ride out her orgasm.

Taehyung hummed, gently grazing her cheek with his fingertips. "Such a good girl, doing as I say. How about you come sit on my face and my tongue’ll do you a million times better?”

Yuna climbed off his lap, crawling onto the bed and sitting on her knees, patiently waiting for him like a lost puppy. There was a short silence between the two as she thought for a moment. She’d never sat on someone’s face before, and from all the pornos she’d watched, it looked pretty enjoyable, but she didn’t wanna mess up.

“I do.. but I’ve never done it before,” she admits, taking off the buttons of her button up, pulling the material down her arms and discarding it onto the floor, leaving her in her bra.

"And that’s a problem because?" Taehyung shot her a warm smile getting ready and lying on his back. He undid his pants a little to give his straining erection some breathing room.

Yuna felt reassured knowing he wasn’t put off by it, so she climbed over his body, straddling his torso before lifting herself slightly and moving higher and higher up his body until her bare cunt was hovering above his face. “If I’m hurting you, just squeeze my thigh really hard and I’ll stop.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told. Getting hurt was the last thing he cared about. Hell, Yuna could suffocate him between her thighs and he still wouldn’t give a damn about his life. But just for her sake, "Alright, I promise I will." He tried his best to look up at her to provide some moral support, but the glistening, in front of his face made it hard for him, yet he still managed. He then took a deep breath and licked his lips a bit, which wasn't necessary since her cunt was soaked.

Slowly and carefully, Yuna started sinking herself down against his mouth, Taehyung immediately trapping her puffy clit between his lips and sucking harshly, almost forcing her down onto his face. She didn’t dare to move yet, waiting a few seconds for him to adjust before she was given permission to move.

Taehyung let out a hum against her, the vibrations causing her spine to tingle as he set a firm slap on her thigh, letting her know that she was allowed to move.

She started to rock her hips against his tongue slowly as her body stuttered above him from his teasing licks. She was still trying to get used to it all but it felt immense with his tongue all up inside her as her walls clenched around him in a bid to keep him there. Her small whimpers were becoming louder by the second and soon enough, Yuna picked up the pace at her own accord.

Taehyung’s tongue was delving between her folds, running up against her slit teasingly before plunging his tongue into her tight hole, thrusting inside of her and occasionally pulling out to show some love to her beat folds. It was getting harder for him to catch a breath, but he was enjoying himself too much to stop; trailing his hands up to cup her bouncing tits, squeezing them within his grasp squeezing and pinching her tout nipples between his fingers.

Yuna tried to refrain from making too much noise but failed miserably when his tongue reached deep inside of her, brushing against her walls and not once did she stop moving. “Hmph— more…” If anything, her movements only became more aggressive as she desperately tried to chase her second orgasm of the night that was already nearing.

Taehyung would feel the need to groan into her soaked cunt, catching a few breaths before the tip of his nose was budging against her clit again. It made his dick jump in his pants non-stop, and when he suddenly felt Yuna’s hands gripping at his hair, shoving his face deeper against her legs, he managed to cop a taste of her orgasm lacing his tongue.

She was way far too lost within the pleasure, having little to no time to give Taehyung a warning as she let loose all over his tongue, muttering a string of curse words that he was (for sure) gonna scold her for later.

Yuna’s body was a shaking mess as her hips slowed down and eventually she shifted down his body, getting a better look at his face and making sure he was okay.

When she finally got off of him after hitting her orgasm, Taehyung gasped, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen, glistening with her arousal as his eyes landed on her. His breathing was heavy and unsteady, but he managed to catch the missed strings of cum that had landed on his chin. “Mhm, you never fail to disappoint, my love.”

That wasn’t enough to ease Yuna’s overthinking, as she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him to sit up whilst she sat on his lap. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asks, piling more and more questions on top of him and holding his face in her hands.

It was cute how concerned she was, and he showed her a soft smile of reassurance. "I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, you were amazing." Taehyung nuzzles his cheek against her palm, basking in her warmth.

Yuna showed him a fond smile, brushing her thumb over his cheek as she felt a sudden twitch between her legs. She looked down between their bodies to see his heavily straining erection sitting directly under her abused cunt, desperate to be freed. “Can you handle it?” she asks him again, clearly challenging the older man.

He doesn’t waste another second, pulling away from her and taking off any clothing he had on and throwing it into the corner of the room, leaving his cock stiff and ready. Taehyung looked back at her, leaving yet another kiss on her lips, giving Yuna a taste of what she’d left behind.

She lifted herself of his lap so his tip was aligned with her entrance, slowly sinking herself down him, leaking head sliding into her with such ease, there was barely any pain as her mouth fell open against his lips. Taehyung took the chance he was given and kissed Yuna again, this time with more desperation and need; his tongue swiping along her bottom lip from time to time, as he buried himself deep inside her.

“Shit— you’re so warm..”

As he fucked slowly started to himself into her, Yuna found it more and more difficult to kiss him back as a string of profanities and curses left her mouth from the overbearing pleasure. “Oh, God.. Fuck— Taehyung..!” The tip of his cock was repeatedly bruising against her sweet spot; right where she needed him and it left her breaking down on top of him.

Taehyung finally gave up on her lips and went to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, the kisses soon becoming little nips and bites he was certain would leave marks all over. “Hm, all this just because you couldn’t wait for me, huh?” His hands rested on the small of her back, guiding his cock to push inside her with the added subtle thrust of his hip. His lips latched onto her nipple, coating the hard bud in his saliva as he groaned.

Yuna’s hands tangled themselves in his hair, her grip tightening in sync to her walls clamping down on him as she failed to process the man’s demeaning words. He was merely speaking the truth.

The mess between her legs was certainly a site; a mixture of her arousal and cum dripping down the base of his length as the sounds of skin slapping, and Yuna’s broken moans filled the room.

He didn't even bother to warn her, slamming his dick inside of her and forcing a cry to rip from her throat. Taehyung’s pace was relentless as he continuously thrusted into her, not giving a care in the world whether Yuna could handle it or not.

She was gonna take everything he gave her.

Before he knew it, thick, warm strings of cum tarnished her insides. He didn't care that he finished before her, all he cared about was draining himself empty in her warmth, and he knew Yuna would take it, feeling his cock twitch uncontrollably between her mesh walls.

“You okay, Yuna?” Taehyung asks softly, rubbing small circles over her lower back as she wrapped her arms around him, bringing his head closer to her chest.

“Mhm…” Her hold wasn’t too tight, she’d fallen limp in his arms and all she could feel now was his cock pumping her full of his cum, slowly peeking out from between her legs.

In a bid to recover from his orgasm, Taehyung carefully thrusted into her a couple more times, making sure he had nothing left within him, only eager to give Yuna all that he could muster.

He could only smile at her form, taking in how tired and exhausted she was, and it warmed his heart immensely at how eager she was to be please him, yet, Yuna could just breathe and he’d be all over her.

“You did good, my love..” Taehyung whispers softly, caressing her head gently and leaving her within his hold, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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arabellaflynn · 11 months

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Life updates or: "Where the hell have you been?"

Hello! I am not dead. I have at points wished I could just be in a coma until it stopped being hot out, but alas, we do not always get what we want. If you are one of my Patrons, you've been getting sporadic updates, but for the lay public, here's the rundown:

Bad news: Cheddar has left us. Obituary here on Instagram. I figured the respiratory problems would eventually get them both, but didn't expect it quite so soon. Cheese is still here, although he is a little lonesome. I am consoling him with pets and pudding.

Good news: I have yet another new job. Someone figured out I could work the sound board at one of the theaters and started paying me to do that. About 50% of the people who ask are also willing to pay me adult amounts of money for it. The adult amounts of money are enough that I can politely turn down the ones who think "exposure" is as good as a paycheck. I'm not going to be buying any superyachts anytime soon, but money has come in faster than I spend it. It's weird.

More good news: The COVID recovery grant I've been waiting on finally showed up. The grantors bit off a bit more than they could chew and kept sending us 'soz, handing out several million $$ in five grand increments is taking longer than we thought, plz stop calling us' emails. I had to borrow to keep myself afloat, but it's all paid back now and I'm confusingly solvent, at least for a while.

Yet more good news: I'm moving. Why is this good news, you ask? Because my current roommates suck. One moved out to shack up with his boyfriend and the replacement has a raging case of Main Character Syndrome. The married couple broke up and it turns out the one who moved out was adulting for both of them. I have been stuck floating the rent for one useless narcissist who doesn't think 'rent is due by the first' applies to him and one dysfunctional soon-to-be-divorcee who has no job and no income. I found a new place to park myself, the paperwork came back with all the rubber stamps today, I just emailed the same guys who moved me the last time to ask for another quote.

Sorta bad news that might be okay?: All of my short-term and one-off performance proposals for the summer have been politely turned down. With the grant money in the bank I could technically sit on my ass for a month or two before I even had to start looking for more work, but I would die of boredom. Instead, I am signing myself up for a bunch of one-off classes and summer activities that I've always kind of wanted to take, but could never wedge into my schedule or budget, and once I get moved into my new place I'm going to start work on a sort of... video essay let's play thing? Final Fantasy II (the Japanese edition, not the SNES one) is an incredibly boring game, but it's boring for interesting historical reasons. I've been toying with doing a letsplay of the game with a fun rambly history lecture in the voiceover. I'll be able to get a goddamned air conditioner in the window of the new place, so there's no reason for me not to hole up in my room in between gigs and classes and just play video games for a while.

As mentioned above, I'm pretty okay for right now, but if any of the anony-mice are inspired to help anyway, here is a list of things I intend to have Amazon dump directly onto the porch of the new house. The bed frame and sheets are the most important things; the previous occupant had a king-size mattress she didn't need, and rather than make anyone haul that thing down the stairs I'm just taking it over. (My current bedroom is small enough to violate the Geneva Convention. I have a twin in here now.) I'm going to enjoy being able to sprawl again without falling over the edge.

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kindygawdna · 1 year

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It was the bomb

Hey. Guys...

tw: schools shooting, boms

I just got home from school today and man did a lot of shit go down. It made me reflect on my life.

I was @ school in my second period, usually after the 2nd period is a lunch. but no the last 10 mins of class im packing my bag and the speaker cuts on "*Skeerch* Everybody please evacuate the building. I repeat please evacuate! Please remain calm *skeerch*" wtf?! for real! they didn't say it was a drill or not? didn't we already have a drill yesterday?

so i'm walking with my class until i no longer see my classmates or teacher. okay whatever🙄 i'll just go were my class is going to go. i've been in a fire drill before. i start heading towards the bus loop but then the teachers tell us no your going out the school. like as in in this fricken large patch of grass on the right of our school. i looked for my class and saw my teacher was alone..

Apparently only me and 1 other student from my class stayed with Our 2nd period!

we stood there for an hour not knowing what was going on and rumours spread that it was a bomb threat. A WHAT?!!!

So I start panicking and call my mom to update her on what happened in the last 30mins. Luckly I knew my 2nd period was right next to my friend's (K) class. me and K were chatting when I saw everyone moving. at that point I could no longer see my teacher. i said, fuck it! ima find more my friends. I dragged K and went went searching for any of my other friends. I met up with My friend david and gabby. we ran into a few other friends but they didn't really join our little group.

we were walk to idk where. until we reached the middle-school next to my high school. we walked all the way around the black gate and into the gym. i was just a sea i teens. me and my friends sat up in the bleachers but we could see all the people flooding into the gym

we were waiting for something to happen. and we were all miserable because we missed lunch by now.

David pulled out his uno cards and we played that for an hour. It was fun more friends and classmates of mine came over and found us. it was fun, even during the situation. After a while Mr.H came back on the mike to organise us into groups of who is taking the bus home, or who is walking home and stuff... the group we had mostly consisted with bus and car people who was suposed to be on the side were on.

It wasn't till another hour or so until mr. H call bus routs because buses were coming in. I lost the uno game and then david and my bus was called so david left. but i decided not to because i knew my mom was on her way.

Slowly my friends left for the bus and it was just me K and Gabby.

Mr. H went on the speaker organised us into 1 side for people walking and people getting picked up. He said people walking were going first and i had the brilliant idea to pretend to be a walker. I knew My friend (X) was going to walk because his house is a 5 min drive away. so i could walk there and just go to his house where my mom could pick me up. i called her to let her know i would be walking. she told me she was in the 1 mph line outside X's neighborhood. okay i guess ill meet you there... so i walk with X towards his neighborhood. We talk about what happened so far and i see my moms honda. i hop in the car and dap up X.

i guess thats it... lol...

it was a wild day I just wanna take a nap

#real talk #real life #my story #trigger warning #trigger words

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zuluc · 3 years

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im excited for the update tomorrow ☺️ the first chapter of dywc will be up @ 11 pm pst ! in the meantime, we can have another streamer steal out hearts for a little bit 🥴

kazuha doesn’t like to stream too much into the night because it cuts into the time he should be sleeping. he acts like he’s too old to stay up but denies all allegations about his late night writing sessions or 2am stargazings. but his chat convinces him to stay later quite often because, ot be very honest, his streams put them to sleep especially if they start at night.

if you guessed that it’s because of his voice, you are correct.

it’s a bit like zhongli’s, someone friends with another streamer you know, in the way that it’s soothing to listen to. he doesn’t yell or shout, just mutters under his breath if something goes wrong or he gets scared by something. his laughs are light and airy that you could miss them if he isn’t that close to his mic. his chat likes to joke that he speaks in lowercase and he only looked straight into his camera in the middle of a game and spoke “i’m aware.”

“you guys are like chairs.”

his chat: “aww because we give support??” referring to his gaming chair

“no. because i can’t stand you”

he gives a little hehe as the messages of shock come in

this also goes to show that he prefers to play chill games that require just clicking and no keyboard movement. he talks a little during games that do have those mechanics because he likes to focus on quick decisions rather than speaking in the moment. this happens during first person shooters and he stops for a moment after getting a kill for his team to say that he doesn’t want to play anymore.

“xiao showed me neko atsume last night and i want to play that instead of this”

if there’s one person left he just clocks out and lays back in his chair to just watch from behind a wall. gorou’s character comes into view and he just watches him before leaving and finding the opponent himself.

“sorry gorou, i’m done. i want to go outside, the skies are clear and i can find constellations i was talking about”

he’s so comfortable with his streams and his audience that he can just up and leave at random times. despite streaming being what he does, he hates staying in one place for too long. some company sent him a vr headset to test out and that was all he played for a week straight at one point.

in one stream he does randomly bring up that he can play a leaf. everyone didn’t believe him so he made them wait for twenty minutes as he was looking for the right one in your backyard. he comes back with a straight face as he stays in the doorway to blow on it

“i told you so”

now this is where you come in ☺️

if you’re in the room but staying off to the side away from the camera, during a break he’ll lean over and kiss your forehead before standing up and going to the bathroom. sometimes his streams go late into the night and he’s been walking/moving around in his room so he gets tired, as one does. you come in with water and snacks to which he swivels around and smiles when he first sees you. forget the game and whatever he was saying, he wants the food and for you to sit next to him.

or to sit on his lap because hey why not.

if you’re there too you just watch and nod as he directs conversation towards you and you have to remind him that he’s streaming with a bunch of people watching. he turns back like “huh? oh, right” this happens often and he doesn’t even notice the comments about you guys in his chat

let’s move onto aesthetic,

besides his voice, people like to watch him because of how he presents himself. it’s a chill and calm environment despite some comments he may have here and there (he does have a soothing voice but the comebacks and roasts directed at his chat and friends,, he has absolutely no chill) it’s like he sounds like he’s complimenting you but the words say otherwise yk

in the back is a large fishtank beidou gave him and he has many in there named after his friends. it has its own lighting because he’s a sucker for decor with all of this being on a custom concrete table. the tank takes up like half the counter space so he decorates the sides with hanging plants and fairy lights. don’t judge him, he downloaded pinterest for a day and that’s what stuck

there’s a collectable katana hung up on the wall above the tank because he noted that every other streamer had a large piece of artwork. so why not a katana?

he’s a comfortable gamer anyway. full on hoodies and sweats because he likes to keep his room at -50 degrees for absolutely no reason. it does give him an excuse to throw you one of his jackets when you walk in so it’s a win-win if you think about it. on occasion, if he reaches a milestone or something, he’ll wear a silky dress shirt that’s cozy and nice. maybe he’ll even keep his hair down

but his hair is usually up with that red streak visible. a high ponytail is common if it’s hot outside (but with his internal room temperature of antarctica smh) or a low bun if he’s tired. someone sent him a maple leaf hair clip because he was dubbed as from canada after a stream with aether, and he wears it quite often

does he have piercings? yes. not on his ears though. :p

how do you think he can blow that leaf ?

#late night thoughts #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

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All About Balance - Kelley O’hara x Hockey!Reader

Prompt: Can you a Kelly O’Hara imagine where the reader plays hockey and some how gets injured in a game and Kelly is really worry and just a bunch of feels?

Kelly cringed when she saw her girlfriend get slammed into the boards again. The refs this game weren’t calling anything and it quickly got out of hand, both teams taking advantage of the freedom, some players taking too far though.

Y/N seemed to be on the receiving end of those rougher players. To Kelley, it seemed that her girlfriend spent more time face down on the ice or pressed into the boards than playing. Kelley and Emily were sitting in one of the boxes near of the arena; the US hockey team in Washington for the next couple weeks.

“Fuck,” Kelley raised out of her seat, leaning over the railing to try and make sure her girlfriend got up again.

“She’s tough Kel,” Sonnett reassured when they saw Y/N get up again, “look, she’s up already.”

It was one of the few whistles of the game, an opposing player checking Y/N into the boards again from behind. The player was sent off, and the remaining players set up for a face off. Y/N skating in, ready to take it. The opposing forward leaned forward, bumping her helmet against Y/N’s, she reached out with her stick, leaning it on Y/N’s hitting it a few times. The ref waved her off, directing another player to come in.

The ref dropped the puck. The opposing forwards both swatting the puck away. Y/N went to skate away, but was knocked off balance by the german forward, a hard elbow to the side of the head. Trying to catch her balance, she skated backwards slightly. The German skated away, assisting her team to work through the power play.

Y/N saw a chance for a goal, edging her way to a goal post. The puck came to her, but before she had a chance to touch it, two German defenders slammed into her side, sending her into the goal. Both landed on top of her, forcing the goal out of the ice, all three players ending in an awkward heap on the metal.

Players from the US immediately stepping in to pull the German players off Y/N. Everyone began pushing and yelling, but Y/N remained on the ice.

Kelley was standing at the railing, knuckles white while she waited for her girlfriend to get up.

Y/N had managed to slide herself off the goal and get to the boards. She reached one arm up and awkwardly pulled herself up. Keeping her left arm tight to her body, she slowly inched her way to the bench. With the chaos happening by the goal, two of the trainers slid out the door and assisted Y/N the rest of the way.

Kelley leaned forward more, trying to keep her eyes on the hockey player. She hardly even registered Sonnett patting her back, “let’s go Kel, we can wait by the change room.” When Kelley didn’t move, Emily tugged on her arm toward the exit.

Once below the ice, Kelley anxiously paced back and forth, Y/N already in the medical room by the time they made it there. They could hear the buzzer go, signalling the end of the game. The defender pressed themselves into the wall as many disgruntled players entered the tunnel and into their respective change rooms.

Kelley pressed on her tip toes, knowing she wouldn’t, but hoping to get any kind of glimpse of her girlfriend. Dropping back down, she huffed and began to pace now that she had room again.

She felt Sonnett tap her arm, “Y/N says check your phone.”

Kelley scrambled to pull her phone out.

Y/N: Just getting changed, you don’t have to wait, I’ll go back with the team.

That’s it? Kelley is anxiously awaiting an update and that’s all she gets? She loved her girlfriend, but fuck.

Kelley: I’ll wait, we are in the tunnel. I’ll drive you if they release you.

Y/N: Ok

Her girlfriend was infuriating, fucking infuriating.

Kelley continued to pace back and forth, her anxiety growing as she saw more and more players file out, Y/N yet to be one of them.

“Your girlfriend has to be one of the most stubborn human beings I have ever met,” Kelley whipped around to see Hilary step out of the change room.

“Yea, I know,” Kelley sighed, trying to glance into the changeroom, Sonnett just smirked.

“Most of the team is gone, you can go in and help her. She was refusing any help getting changed.”

“Of course she was,” the defender mumbled as she rushed into the change room.

As she got in, she saw Y/N sitting in her locker, most of her equipment gone, remaining in only her compression shorts, sports bra, and a sling.

“Hey baby,” Kelley knelt in front of the hockey player, “heard you’re being a little stubborn,” she tapped both of Y/N’s knees, “let’s get you dressed.”

Y/N nodded, but stayed sitting down, letting Kelley bunch her joggers around both feet for her to easily step in. Kelley slid her hands to Y/N’s ribs, intending to help her stand.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned out lowly. Kelley immediately pulled her hands away, eyes scanning Y/N’s torso for injury.

“How bad?” Kelley whispered.

“Dislocated shoulder,” she limply motioned with her good hand, “bruised ribs, I think it’s from landing on the post,” Y/N tried to shift to show Kelley the bruise, only to groan and freeze.

“Hey, woah, stop moving,” Kelley stopped her with a hand one hip, the other on the good shoulder, “here,” she pulled Y/N’s good hand to her own shoulder and wrapped her arm around Y/N’s lower back, “nod when you’re ready to stand and I’ll pull you up.”

Y/N nodded, and Kelley pulled her up to stand, “you good?”

When Y/N nodded again, Kelley leaned down and pulled the joggers up and over Y/N’s hips.

“Just my coat, I can’t do the shirt,” Kelley could feel Y/N beginning to tremble in her arms as she guided her good arm through the sleeve, draping the other side over the sling.

One of the trainers approached the couple, “leave her equipment, we’ll take it all back to the hotel for her. She’s cleared to leave for the night, you can take her home, we just need to see her again tomorrow.”

Kelley nodded and began to lead Y/N out of the change room. Y/N leaning heavily into her, the pain and exhaustion catching up to her.

“Hey slugger,” Sonnett teased when they made their way out.

“Hey kid,” Y/N gave a small smile.

The trio slowly made their way out, fortunately they had been parked in player parking and were relatively close.

Kelley led Y/N to the back seat on the driver side. Opening the door, she guided Y/N to sit down, encouraging her shift over enough so she could slide in next to her. Kelley reached over and did her seatbelt up for her before doing her own.

Y/N shifted in her seat a little bit, turning herself slightly to lean against Kelley. Kelley rested a hand on her thigh while Sonnett began to back the car out of the spot.

If it wasn’t for Y/N trembling next to her, Kelley would have though the hockey player had fallen asleep. “Fuck,” Y/N groaned when Sonnett eased over a speed bump, her whole body going rigid, the grip tightening on Kelley’s arm.

“Damnit Sonnett, take it easy up there,” Kelley snapped at the defender.

“Sorry Y/N/N,” Sonnett glanced into the back seat.

“All good Sonny,” Y/N let out a breath, trying to release the tension in her body.

Y/N leaned her body into Kelley’s as they rode the elevator up their condo.

“Let’s get you some pain killers and then into the shower, sounds good?” Kelley suggested, posing it like it was a question, but already knowing she would be taking care of her girlfriend.

Y/N just nodded into Kelley’s neck.

Kelley guided her straight to the bathroom, she reached for some naproxen for Y/N to take, hoping it would help ease some pain for the hockey player to shower. While Y/N swallowed the pain killers, Kelley moved to turn the water on, allowing it to warm up.

“Ready?” Kelley, slowly unzipped the jacket.

“No,” Y/N chuckled humourlessly before groaning.

Kelley let the coat drop, kicking it out the way. She gently eased the injured shoulder up, lifting the strap off her neck, slipping the sling off all the way. Y/N kept her arm to her chest, Kelley guided it down.

“This is going to hurt babe,” Kelley gave her a gentle kiss. She began to roll the bra up by the chest strap, “take your good arm out first.” Y/N bent her good arm in, slipping it through the arm hole, Kelley guiding the fabric up and then over her head, sliding it down the injured other side.

“Worst part is done,” Kelley kissed her again, trailing kisses down her chest, she dropped her hands to the waist band of the compression shorts, dropping to her knees she pulled them all the way down.

Kelley kept her hands on Y/N’s hips, supporting her as she stepped into the shower, “I’m going to grab some clothes and I’ll be right back.”

She rushed out of the bathroom, gathering clothes for both of them, making sure she grabbed a sweater with a zipper and not bothering with a bra for Y/N. Back in the bathroom, she quickly undressed herself and stepped in the shower behind Y/N.

“I can’t bend down to pick anything up,” Y/N grunted out, leaning her back into Kelley’s chest.

“That’s alright,” Kelley soothed, reaching down she took the shampoo, lathering it in her hands and gently massaging it into Y/N’s hair.

Y/N moaned softly and tilted her head back slightly.

Kelley repeated the process with conditioner, leaving it to soak in while she began to rub body wash gently across her shoulders, gliding her hands down her sides.

Rinsing both of them off, Kelley turned the water off and stretched an arm out, pulling a towel in and wrapping it around Y/N’s shoulder.

“It’s too early for bed, so let’s get you settled on the couch for now and I’ll find you something to eat,” Kelley explained while she began gently toweling off her girlfriend.

“Kel, I can get dressed myself, you’ve already done so much for me, I’m fine,” Y/N tried to push away Kelley’s hand.

Kelley caught it, tugging it laid flat on her own chest, “I need to do this Y/N/N,” she let her voice crack, “god Y/N, watching you not get up and the struggle to leave the ice,” her jaw clenched, trying to keep her tears at bay, “you always get up, you always pretend it nothing, so when you didn’t and you let the trainers help you off, I knew it was bad.”

“I’m fine Kelley, a little sore, but I am fine,” Y/N brought her good hand up to Kelley’s on her chest, inching forwards and kissing her delicately.

“But you’re hurt, that’s not ok!” Kelley let out frustrated, she wanted to pull herself away, but needed to be close to Y/N.

Y/N squeezed Kelley’s hand, she knew the frustration was just her displaced worry, her inability to protect Y/N.

“You know that’s part of what we do Kel, I’m a little worse for wear right now. But the drugs and shower are already helping. Some good ol’ Kelley snuggles and I’ll practically be 100% by morning,” Y/N nestled her nose into Kelley’s neck, before placing a teasing bite on it, then a soft kiss.

Kelley giggled, and wrapped an arm around Y/N waist, pressing their fronts fully together.

“Now, you need to get me dressed, and you need to get dressed, because now that the pain killers are kicking in, I am realizing we have been naked far too long together to just be naked,” Y/N used her injured arm that was still tight between them, to tweak a nipple

“Fuck Y/N, you’re terrible,” Kelley groaned out, “let me worry about you, when you’re back to 100, we can spend as much time naked as you want.”

Y/N giggled and released her nipple and allowed Kelley to begin dressing her.

The couple made their way to the couch, Kelley made sure to pull all the pillows she could to properly prop Y/N before sitting down first and guiding Y/N down to lean against her.

Once partially laying down, Kelley wrapped and arm protectively around Y/N’s waist.

Y/N reached her good hand up and stroked Kelley’s jaw, “thank you for tonight babe. I know I’m not always easy to take care off, but I appreciate it.”

“I know you do, and thank you for putting up with my worry,” she leaned into the touch, closing her eyes.

“It’s why we work; we balance each other out, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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A Reading: Part 3 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Witch Reader)

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Warnings: cursing, threats, manipulation

Word Count: 3257

Y'know how I said I would update this fic and then I never did? Well, come get y'all juice

Still. They were all perfectly still after you explained everything that you'd seen. None of the boys moved, but none of them were looking at you. They were processing your words, with some of them having already asked a multitude of questions as you tried to explain. You'd told them that this path, the path they'd set themselves on, would only lead to death. Their deaths. But that, as you'd seen, it wasn't either of the brothers that fired the first shot. Well, it wasn't their hand on the trigger- stake- whatever. It was two boys you hadn't seen even in your vision. They were with the youngest brother, but the thing that you stressed was that he wasn't the one that staked him. Staked Marko. You didn't even know the kid, but you were trying to make sure he didn't end up on a missing poster.

You'd described the images in as much detail as you could. From the cards, you guessed it would be Paul and then Dwayne next simply from their placement on the death card. David would be last, but, again, you guessed that that battle would be between him and the brunette. From the way he'd held the antlers, the way he'd stared directly at the platinum blonde. A shiver ran down your back, and you reached for your cat. You tugged him close to your chest, and glanced at the four vampires. You'd tried to be as helpful as you could, keeping in mind the disadvantage that you were at. The silence was starting to thicken the air, make the hairs on your arms stand up. Salisbury meowed, as if sensing your discomfort. That little noise broke them out of whatever haze they'd been under, and it was Marko that asked,

"Is it- Is this it? There's nothing we can do?" He asked, and, even if they were vampires, your heart broke for him for a moment. The way he looked at you, how big his eyes were. The rest had lifted their eyes as well. Paul's eyes were eager, pleading. As if you could stop this. Dwaynes were intense, staring into you. As if there were more answers written into the creases of your face that he could see if he just looked a little harder. And David? David's face was unreadable, but his eyes were alight with anger. You gulped, and quickly shook your head.

"No- no. This is just the current path you're on. You make decisions every day, ones that keep you or push you off of a path. You just have to find a way off of it, and onto a better one." You told them. There was hope for them, even if you knew part of you shouldn't have been encouraging that. They were vampires. Killers. You should be happy to find that the creatures plaguing Santa Carla were going to end up dead in a matter of weeks. But, you couldn't bring yourself to be. Not when they were right in front of you and some of them seemed to be fighting tears. Fighting hopelessness.

"We could kill them." Paul suggested with a shrug, and you were quick to send him a glare. But, to your surprise, David shook his head. Perhaps it was just because he knew you'd argue, or maybe it was because David knew that wouldn't take care of all of them. Or some of them might die in the process. David was staring to the side, and you could practically see the way the gears were working. He was trying to figure this out, figure a way out of it. You pet Salisbury absently, feeling awkward in your own home. There wasn't like there was much you could do now-

"Why are you traveling alone anyways?" David asked suddenly, and the question nearly made you flinch. Your eyes flicked to him, and, without meaning to, your thoughts gave him your answer. Witch hunters flashed through your mind. Your most recent encounter giving him a crystal clear image of what you faced. Of your predicament. You were running, trying to escape the hunters that pursued you. He stared, and then he nodded. "Our problems are the same then." He said, and your eyebrows furrowed. You stared at him, wondering what he meant. Where he was taking this. To answer him, you said a small,

"I suppose." It was barely a mumble. You didn't know if you would call them the same. Vampire hunters and witch hunters were both hunters at the end of the day, but you were sure you didn't deserve the prosecution. Them on the other hand…

"This could work. You protect us, we'll protect you." He said, and his voice sounded as if he already decided it. You opened your mouth to protest, or maybe just question, but David interrupted you. "Or, we could just eat you." And you shut your mouth just as quickly as you'd opened it. They watched you, waiting to see what you'd decide, and you finally let out a sigh.

"What do you want me to do?" And David grinned. Some of their requests you could've guessed. Protection spells and wards, and Paul had even asked if you'd bless a few of his jewelry items. You'd replied to that with a simple,

"Won't that burn you though?" And he shrugged and replied,

"Why, are you a priest?" And you did your best not to let him make you smile. You really did. But it still lead to you saying,

"These are gonna take time, especially the spells. I won't- I won't be able to complete them all tonight." You said, especially with how exhausted you were. The sun was coming up soon anyways, and it wasn't like they'd be able to avoid the rays completely in your little caravan. Plus, you weren't sure your nerves would be able to tolerate staying in such close quarters with them for an entire day if they did get stuck with you. Luckily, they could take a hint and they all finally headed towards the door, and Marko called to you with a wave of his fingers,

"Don't go anywhere." He said teasingly, but part of you knew the threat that lied underneath. Paul winked at you and said a quick,

"Check you later, chica." Before Dwayne sent you a pair of finger guns and headed out the door with the rest of them. David was last, and he hung around for a moment. He looked around your little home, at all your trinkets and things. And then his eyes settled on you. You could feel the suggestion in his tone as he said,

"Don't even think about leaving." He told you, and you felt your necklace pang. Deflect any of the mental games he was trying to play. You nearly wanted to glare at him for trying to use his mind control on you, but you bit your tongue. You were so close to getting off scot-free. You wouldn't mess it up with a harsh word. Instead, you just nodded, and you watched as he left the room and you locked the door behind him.

You fell in a heap into your bed, staring at the roof of your caravan. It had been a normal town, just trying to make a buck. Now, you were involved with vampires. Vampires. You ran a hand over your face and groaned. As you tried to get ready and settle into bed, you ran the events over and over in your mind. Perhaps you should've just kept driving, or stopped in the next town over. Anything to have avoided the predicament you were in now. You sighed and tried to fluff your pillow, Salisbury at your side as the sun peeked above the horizon. As you tried to fall asleep, you decided that this seemed to be a never-ending nightmare

You were quickly proven right when a loud knock came at your door. You'd been up for a few hours, but you'd been too shaken to really explore Santa Carla. Or to try to make any money. The night had been slow, with you working on a few spells that you thought could help your reluctantly made allies. The knock had startled you, and you went to the door to peer outside. You left the chain on just in case. Standing there was Paul, a wide grin on his face. You hadn't even realized it'd gotten dark yet.

"Evening, sweet-cheeks. Miss me?" He asked, and you sighed. You undid the chain and pulled the door open another inch. You were surprised to see that it was just him, and a part of you eased. One vampire you could handle. "Now, did you have a dream about me too or was that just me?" When you stared at him and didn't reply, he sighed and shook his head. He pushed himself up from where he'd been leaning and said, "David told me to come check on you. Make sure you were still here." He said, almost sounding upset that you weren't willing to play along. But you were sure that he must've been used to his fair share of rejection by now.

"Well, I am." You told him, standing in the doorway and staring at the blonde. He arched a brow, surprised by your coldness. "Anything else?" You asked, trying to speed this up. The quicker you could finish their spells, the quicker you could leave Santa Carla. Paul sucked his teeth and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nah, not really. You finish my ring?" He asked, keeping his tone cool. Even if you could tell he didn't enjoy how quickly you were trying to get rid of him.

"Yeah, a little while ago." You told him. He glanced at the opening in the door, not so subtly asking. You sighed and pushed the door open. He grinned at the silent invitation, and followed you into the trailer. He closed the door behind him as you went to your bed, picking the piece of jewelry off of your makeshift work table. You'd meant to just turn around and give it to him, but Paul passed you to lay on the bed just next to the slab of wood you were using to place all of your things. He grinned up at you, staring at you from where you stood. You stared back, not looking half as amused as he did. His hair had splayed out behind him, and his mesh shirt had risen a bit. Showing off a sliver of skin. He grinned when he saw your eyes follow the movement of him pulling it down. You quickly looked away and went to sit on the bed on the other side of your table as Paul pushed himself up onto his elbows.

The boys had made you nervous yesterday, but now? You were tired, grumpy, and just wanted to be left alone. But Paul was the least intimidating of the bunch, even if you knew you shouldn't underestimate him, and he was insistent on staying and amusing himself by touching all your things. He reached out to touch the herbs and jars you had on your table, and you lightly shooed away his hand. The gesture only earned a grin from him and he teased you by reaching out again. When you sent him a glare, he responded with,

"You're really cute when you're angry." And you rolled your eyes. You tried not to let it chip at your resolve, but you could feel your cheeks heating up. You handed him his ring, a silver one with an eyeball on it, and you watched as he slipped it on. No burns. He grinned, playing with it and examining it. "So, what will it do?" He asked, and you waved your hand lightly as you spoke, calling a cup of tea towards you.

"It's just got some light protection on it. It'll warn off bad entities and help keep you safe." You said as you paged through your book, taking the cup from the open air and taking a sip. You didn't see how Paul watched the action, and you flipped the page. You were trying to find a spell that could protect all of them, or their space. You'd been consider the idea of warding wherever they slept during the day, but you were hesitant to suggest that. You didn't necessarily want to walk in a vampire den, allies or not.

Paul didn't move to stand, even after he had his ring. He hung around, even if he was just watching you read. He played with his ring, turning it on his finger, and the pair of you chatted here or there. Finally, he said,

"Did you- Did you do the dream thing?" He asked, and you looked up and responded with a confused hum. He looked surprised by your confusion, and quickly looked back down at your ring. "Oh, just- I really did dream about you and we don't usually…" He trailed off, and this time your eyes didn't leave his face. He'd looked away, and you could tell he was trying to figure something out. In fact, you thought he almost looked embarrassed. You tilted your head, the edge of your lips tilting up as you watched him. "Nevermind. How does your floaty thing work?" He asked, and you laughed and nearly choked on your drink from his description.

"My telekinesis?" You clarified, and he nodded. He was smiling, and it lit up his entire face. He was quick to reply,

"Yeah, that." And you found yourself staring for a moment. You knew vampires were supposed to be attractive. Most supernatural creatures were. It was a part of their appeal, like a venus fly trap. They pulled you in with their beauty and their charm, just to snap around you and eat you while you were still alive. But the way Paul's smile lit up his face? How easily he laughed and, while you could blame this on herbal substances, how he just seemed the slightest bit slow? It all made it seem as if he wouldn't hurt a fly. You smiled to yourself and said,

"Uh, what do you mean?" You asked, and Paul was leaning in, nearly making your work table tip over.

"Like, you can move things with your mind, right? So, is there anything you can't move or like- y'know?" He asked, and you swirled the spoon in your tea. You thought about it, and then shook your head.

"I mean, I don't use it all the time. I don't really think there's a limit it's just, like, how concentrated I am. But, I guess, I get tired when I use it too much." You told him. You didn't know why you were telling him these things, but you supposed he was good company. Better than you talking to Salisbury. If you were honest, it was probably the fact that it'd been a long time since you'd talked to anyone. And anyone that was as attractive as the blonde.

"Could you use it on me?" He asked, and you saw the glint of mischief in his eyes. You let out a scoff when he lifted his eyebrows suggestively, and you waved him away.

"In theory, yes." You told him, and he rested his head on his hand then. He gestured to you, as if encouraging you to do it. You gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on. If I knew witches were as uptight as you, I-" And you flicked your wrist. He was pushed back and his wrists were pinned on either side of his head. A surprise noise left his mouth, and you watched as he struggled. You pushed your work table out of the way, moved to sit besides him, and looked down at him. Your face was only a few inches away from his, and you watched the way he tried to pull against the hold. But, the grip was solid and his wrists didn't move an inch. Gently, you grazed your fingertips against his jaw to gather his attention,

"Happy?" You asked, and you watched as his gaze lifted up to you. He was watching you carefully, but, as the grin grew on your face, a smirk grew on his. You watched as a fire in his eyes grew, and the heat of it threatened to burn you.

"Extremely." He said, biting his lip and raking his gaze over you in a way that didn't hide at all what he was thinking. You didn't need to be able to read his mind to tell. You laughed, tugging yourself away from him just when he started to lean up, and you flicked your wrist to let him go. As you sat back, he followed you. One of his hands went down to yours, his cool fingertips reaching to hold your hand. "Is there anything else you can do?" He asked, tilting his face close to yours. Your breath hitched and you leaned back, and you tried to find a way to make your mouth move. To ignore the flirting in his tone. To ignore the way that, if you didn't know what he was, you would've already pulled him in. You tried to remind yourself. Vampire. Not to be trusted. Not to be underestimated. You'd forgotten that Paul could hear you, and the next moment Paul was tsking and saying, "You think too much." Just before he leaned in to close the gap.

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When Paul approached the boys with a pep in his step and reeking of the witch, David arched a brow at him and asked,

"Well?" And Paul gave him a lazy grin.

"She won't be a threat." Paul said easily, and Dwayne lifted his eyes to give him a glare. Paul lifted his hands up, giving the brunette a look back. "What? I did what I was supposed to. Her telekinesis is strong, but she gets tired if she uses it too much and she didn't do the dreams. There, happy? And," He said. He went to sit on the railing, just next to where Dwayne was standing. He was slipping the ring off of his finger to give himself something to play with as he continued, "I figured she wouldn't be a problem if she actually liked us." He said, and David watched him for a moment. For how dumb the blonde usually played, sometimes he wasn't dumb at all.

He'd sent Paul to scope her out, to figure out how strong she was, and to more so see how she'd react to just one of them. If she'd try to make a break for it or surrender herself to the situation. It seemed she'd picked the latter. And the blonde was right. It would help if she liked them, even if Paul had a specific type of like in mind. Marko landed a soft punch on Paul's arm, and affectionately said,

"You're such a dog, man. We sent you to get information, you ass." But it seemed nothing was going to dim Paul's mood. He shrugged and said,

"I did. I just answered a few of my own questions." He said nonchalantly. Star and Laddie were off somewhere, so it was just the four of them on the boardwalk that evening. They watched the crowd for a moment, before Marko finally asked,

"How far did you get anyways?"

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

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kindygawdna · 1 year

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Hey. Guys...

tw: schools shooing, boms

I got home from school yesterday and man did alot of shit go down. It made me reflect on my life. I was @ school in my second period, usually after 2nd period is a lunch. but no the last 10 mins of class im packing my bag and the speaker cuts on "*Skeerch* Everybody please evacuate the building. I repeat please evacuate! Please remain calm *skeerch*" wtf?! for real! they didn't say it was a drill or not? didn't we already have a drill yesterday? so i'm walking with my class until i no longer see my classmates or teacher. okay whatever🙄 i'll just go were my class is going to go. i've been in a fire drill before. i start heading towards the bus loop but then the teachers tell us no your going out the school. like as in in this fricken large patch of grass on the right of our school. i looked for my class and saw my teacher was alone.. Apparently only me and 1 other student from my class stayed with Our 2nd period! she said some of them just walked to the McDonalds the was close by. "lucky..." we stood there for an hour not knowing what was going on and rumors spread that it was a bomb threat. A WHAT?!!! So I start panicking and call my mom to update her on what happened in the last 30mins. Luckily I knew my 2nd period was right next to my friend's (K) class. me and K were chatting when I saw everyone moving. at that point I could no longer see my teacher. i said, fuck it! ima find more my friends. I dragged K and went went searching for any of my other friends. i saw in the distance my friend david because of his umbrella, we met up with My friend david and gabby. we ran into a few other friends but they didn't really join our little group. we were walk to idk where. until we reached the middle-school next to my high school. we walked all the way around the black gate and into the gym. i was just a sea i teens. me and my friends sat up in the bleachers but we could see all the people flooding into the gym

We sat there for like five mins before we saw a bunch of people leaving and we were like bro we just got here where we going this time? i me and my friends didn't get up because we are all average height an tired of being in large pushy crowds. then Mr.H the assistant principal was on speaker says "Yall sit down right now!" and the four of us were like yeah we never left in the first place an have more space. People cam back in and i saw my friend Anna and yelled @ her to sit by us. she had My other friends with her. so yeah we were like a squad of 8. we were waiting for something to happen. and we were all miserable because we missed lunch by now. David pulled out his uno cards and we played that for an hour. It was fun more friends and classmates of mine came over and found us. it was fun, even during the situation. After a while Mr.H came back on the mike to organise us into groups of who is taking the bus home, or who is walking home and stuff... the group we had mostly consisted with bus and car people who was suposed to be on the side were on. It wasn't till another hour or so until mr. H call bus routs because buses were coming in. I lost the uno game and then david and my bus was called so david left. but i decided not to because i knew my mom was on her way. Slowly my friends left for the bus and it was just me K and Gabby. Mr. H went on the speaker organised us into 1 side for people walking and people getting picked up. He said people walking were going first and i had the brilliant idea to pretend to be a walker. I knew My friend (X) was going to walk because his house is a 5 min drive away. so i could walk there and just go to his house where my mom could pick me up. i called her to let her know i would be walking. she told me she was in the 1 mph line outside X's neighborhood. okay i guess ill meet you there... so i walk with X towards his neighborhood. We talk about what happened so far and i see my moms honda. i hop in the car and dap up X. i guess thats it... lol...

it was a wild day i just wanna take a nap

#trigger words #trigger warning #real life #real talk

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years

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Having a baby with hendo please ❤️

Dear baby,

today I told your daddy I was pregnant. His reaction was absolutely fantastic. At first he froze, stared at me for ages and didn't even blink once, to the point where I thought he was going to be sick. But then something clicked, I almost saw a spark in his eyes and he smiled. He hugged me and I know you're still a bunch of cells, but I hope you heard what he said or how many kisses he reserved for my belly. I got emotional as he leaned against the table behind him and started laughing, running his hands over his face. I thought he was going crazy but he was just so happy and now we can't wait to have you here with us.

I have to thank you today more than anything. Your dad has been feeling down for a few days, they lost a very important game and a friend of his got injured. Even though he's been playing the strong one by being the captain, at home he can't help but think about what he could have done to end the situation differently as soon as he's alone. I sit next to him and keep him company, ready to be there for whatever he needs.

And that's exactly what I was doing just now, sitting on the sofa next to him, stroking my baby bump with my eyes on the television but an even closer eye on your daddy.

And then a little gasp escaped my lips as "Jordan, Jordan!" I started to call out to your dad maybe scaring him a little. And okay looking back on it my reaction was a little over the top, but it was all so unexpected and spontaneous.

I took his hand and quickly brought it to my stomach and stared at him. His gaze wandered over me for a while, his face worried at least until you kicked again and he finally understood what my behaviour was due to. His mouth opened wide so adorably and I've never seen a smile spring up so quickly on his face.

Thank you for allowing him to take a break from his thoughts, spending the rest of the evening talking to you and leaving kisses on my belly to feel you again and again. He said it doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl, he's looking forward to the next Henderson generation full of champions. He also hinted at future siblings but it's still too early to discuss that.

Thanks for letting him sleep, I can't move as he has a firm hand on my belly but I can live with that.

Your dad found out I'm writing to you and has been teasing me ever since. Frankly, I don't know if you'll get to meet him. My hormones are playing tricks on me these days and all I can think about is how many ways I can kill him, I can't stand him.

I just want you to have something special growing up, is that so strange? He's already bought I don't know how many Liverpool-themed things and I haven't said anything. I mean, do you really need nappies with his team crest on them?!

Little update, you're gonna have your daddy by your side for a long time to come. He drives me crazy, but the truth is he also knows how to make it up to me. And that doesn't take much these days. Just a few sweet words, something to eat, and lots of kisses. If you haven't already found out by the time you read this, I feel sorry for you. You could have had a much easier life.

I don't know how to begin today honestly. This is the last letter I will write to you, or at least at the moment this is my thought.

It's the middle of the night, I should be resting but I feel so overwhelmed that I find it difficult to do so despite all the emotions of the day. It's been a hectic day, you're here with us finally and I couldn't have imagined you better than this. Maybe one day I'll come back to write down how it felt to hold you in my arms the first time, maybe I'll be able to tell you in words, who knows.

Your father, on the other hand, is fast asleep although I don't think that armchair is very comfortable. I tried to get him to lie on my side but he didn't want to risk hurting me in my sleep. He's very caring, always checking we are good before anything else.

I've seen him with a baby in his arms many times since we've been together, but knowing that that little bundle he's been holding in his arms all day is ours is amazing. He would look at you and never stop crying, always trying to be the cool one, the smile that never left his face. Even now he's smiling, who knows what he must be dreaming about.

"Stop writing in that diary" he murmurs, raising his head slightly, his not-so-open eyes ready to return to dreamland.

Oops. You giggle suppressing the urge you have to reach out and run a hand through his hair since you can't, "Just a moment"

He's been my rock even on this very special day for us and even though he makes me mad sometimes, we're so lucky to have him in our lives you have no idea. I hope you get to see it soon.

#thank you anon #jordan henderson #jordan henderson blurb

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sariahsue · 3 years

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A Cat of Their Own - Ch 1

Sabine checked her phone again in anxiety. There hadn't been an akuma attack in the last two days, which meant that one would begin any second. She'd been telling herself that every few minutes since breakfast. Tom was playing video games with Marinette, hunched forward over his controller. He was supposed to be getting information out of her, but it didn't look like he was trying too hard. Sabine watched them while she stirred the soup. Steam rose off the surface in faint curls and twists.

The phone screen lit up, and she grabbed it. An emergency alert. An akuma had been spotted. Civilians were advised to shelter in place until Ladybug and Cat Noir had dealt with the problem.

It was the same message that she'd read dozens of times (and ignored more often than that), but now it made her mind numb with fear. But she had to go through with their plan.

"Oh, there's another akuma attack." Her voice sounded hollow and forced. To her dismay, Marinette immediately paused her game and turned around, eyebrows pinched with concern.

"Where is it?"

"Parc Montsouris," Sabine said. "I just got the text."

Marinette looked out the window, her face steely, game controller forgotten next to her. Tom and Sabine shared a worried glance.

"Dinner won't be ready for another half hour," Sabine said, then took a deep breath to keep her voice from shaking. This was the most important stage of the plan. "Did you finish all your homework?" Please. Please, say yes.

"Oh, uh, now that you mention it, I do remember that I forgot to do something." Marinette waved goodbye quickly, then bolted up her stairs, letting the trapdoor thump loudly behind her. Sabine came to sit next to Tom, soup completely abandoned.

"It's looking likely," he said. Sabine could only nod. Her fingers were cold, and she flexed them to try to bring life back to them, but it didn't help. Her whole body felt numb, and she wondered if she would actually go into shock.

Tom reached for the remote and switched to the news. Cat Noir flitted across the screen, fighting a giant frog monster by himself. He jumped off window ledges and rolled across the empty street to avoid a steady stream of some type of red projectile.

The camera was far away, and the angle was bad so it was difficult to tell, but he looked like a teenager himself. He was thin and lanky, like he was in the middle of a growth spurt.

"We could still be wrong," Tom said.

Nod.

Ladybug swung into view amid scattered applause. Cat Noir dodged a jet of steaming red goo that shot out of the akuma's wide mouth and shouted hello to his partner. She waved back, her cheerfulness jarring against the backdrop of the fight and Sabine's own dread.

"Do you want me to check?" Tom asked.

She couldn't even nod. The screen had her transfixed. She barely registered the shift of the sofa and the creak of the floorboards under his footsteps.

Tom reached the top of the stairs. "Marinette?" No answer. He knocked on the trapdoor, and it sounded hollow. "Marinette?"

Sabine closed her eyes as the trapdoor creaked open and Tom's footsteps disappeared into their daughter's room.

Faint screams and gasps from the television filled the room while Sabine sat and waited, holding her breath. She didn't even hear Tom come back down.

"She's not there," he said, sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand. "And the skylight's propped open."

She squeezed back tightly. "That basically confirms it," Sabine finally said. "Our daughter is Ladybug."

Tom sighed. "Yeah."

On the screen, reporters were running for shelter, hiding behind cars and in recessed doorways, Cat Noir was yelling at civilians to stay out of the way, and bright red puddles sizzled on the cracked pavement.

"What are we going to do?" Sabine asked. "How did this even happen?"

The questions she wanted to ask were why Marinette had never told them, and how could they have not noticed for so long? How was Sabine supposed to keep her own child safe?

The camera shook as the crew set up again, much farther away, but Sabine wished they could do one closeup shot of Ladybug's face. Maybe they'd made a mistake. One good look at her face, and Sabine would be able to prove herself wrong about the superheroine's identity.

The battle had looked fine up close, but from a distance it didn't look like it was going well. The super duo was on the defensive and having a hard time avoiding the frog's goo. The akuma had covered most of the available surfaces already, so they had fewer and fewer places to safely land. Ladybug hung from a lamppost. Cat Noir was just above her, perched on top of the light her yoyo was connected to.

The cameraman crept closer and closer, finally stopping when he was a mere twenty feet from the fight, and Ladybug yelled at him. Sabine squinted at the television, but the image changed too fast, focusing instead on the monster. It was a little smaller than a car. Its muscles rippled as it stalked toward the two heroes.

"We should turn this off," Tom said, though he made no move for the remote. "She's going to be fine."

"No, I need to watch."

They flinched and gasped for the next few minutes, and Sabine shrieked when Ladybug slipped and got hit in the chest. It knocked her to the ground, but she sprung back up before Cat Noir could reach her, even though he ran at top speed, ignoring the spray aimed for him and almost getting hit himself.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine just... Ugh! Gross!"

"You could say you're in a sticky situation," Cat Noir said, before laughing loudly at his own joke and his partner's predicament. Sabine's heart was still pounding as she clamped down on Tom's hand.

Ladybug's face tightened with the effort of holding in her laughter, then scooped a bunch of the stuff off her stomach and reached to touch him. Thick strands of it hung off her fingers.

"Oh no, not slime!" Cat Noir jumped back, dodging both Ladybug and the akuma, who shot another mouthful at them. "Slime! Whatever will I do?"

Tom pulled Sabine closer. "Well, it doesn't look like a very dangerous one."

She was sure he was trying to reassure himself as much as her, but she wasn't having any of it. "They should be taking this threat seriously," she said. "If they're overconfident..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, so it hung in the room along with her dread.

Sabine was unfortunately right to worry. The frog reared back on its hind legs and came down on the street so hard it cracked the pavement, letting out a wide stream of the goo. Ladybug, still distracted with teasing her partner, didn't react fast enough. Cat Noir did, and he jumped forward fast enough to shield her, though he got a faceful of slime. He spat it out on the ground while Sabine and Tom leaned forward in their seats, desperate to know if he was all right.

Ladybug just patted him on the back and laughed while he wiped his face with both hands.

"See?" Tom said. "See? He's fine. They're both fine."

"That thing can break pavement. What if it had landed on them?"

But the atmosphere changed as their daughter laughed with her friend. They seemed so earnest in their amusement and maybe even relaxed. The voices of the onlookers and reporters changed in response, becoming less strained. A few people laughed along with them.

The news report itself even changed. Cat Noir tried smearing the goo on a camera as a warning when it got too close, smiling the whole time, while Ladybug rolled her eyes at his antics.

Her parents watched their exchange in interest. Despite the levity they were injecting into the fight, Cat Noir was obviously still very protective of their daughter, which they were both grateful for. He pushed her out of the way of another jet of slime when she was distracted by her own Lucky Charm, and he didn't hesitate to continue fighting without her while she took a few minutes to set up a trap for the monster. They didn't miss the adoration on his face as he watched her.

Ladybug – Marinette – was protective of her partner too. When the monster got too close to him, she would yell out a warning. When it landed on top of him with another sickening crack, she dropped the trap she was crafting and leapt forward to wrench the monster off of him. To anyone else, Ladybug still looked calm and in control, but to her parents, they saw the panic that briefly flashed across her face when she realized her partner might be hurt.

That delay made the fight take a little longer than it might otherwise have been. At the end, Ladybug dashed off, hand over an earring. Cat Noir waved at her as she left, a hesitant smile on his face, then turned and comforted the frog victim, who was now nothing more than a disheveled and confused-looking man in his fifties.

"She'll be coming home soon," Tom said. "Should we go up there and wait for her?"

"Not yet," Sabine said.

The reporters were trying to get close again, no doubt to interview Cat Noir and the latest victim. The poor man looked shaken, and Cat Noir did his best to shield him from the reporters, finally picking him up and carrying him away.

"We need to talk to her about this," Tom said.

They fought against impossible odds with laughter, though they were both just children. And Cat Noir cared about their daughter so much, that was plain. How deep did that go?

"We need to talk to him too," she said.

Read Chapter Two

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Author’s note: This is a reblogging of an old thing that I originally posted two years ago. I’ve altered it slightly. (Content-wise, nothing is different.) If you’re curious, the original can be found here.

Chapter two is almost completely done, and I think chapter three is in okay shape, so hopefully those updates will both be next week.

@tbehartoo @redhoodsdoll @salsyy301 @lunadensmidnightprowl

#ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #i've been saying for two years that i've been meaning to finish this story #I'M GOING TO FINISH IT

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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Asher goes to practice

Finally, an actual update! I sorta combined the two of these, hope you guys don’t mind! Here’s Asher’s first time at the rink for practice! Hope you all enjoy :)

If you haven’t read the rest of the series, here is the Asher masterlist!

Edit: Coops and the SW world belongs to the always amazing @lumosinlove ✨

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It was an exciting day in the Black-Lupin household. Everyone had been awake for at least two hours, and it was only 6am.

Normally, they’d be heading to the Potters’ to drop off Asher while they were at practice. Lily kept an eye on him during their time at the rink, and Harry and Asher had become quick friends.

But today. Today, Asher got to go to the rink with his dads. They had gotten permission from Coach Weasley beforehand, and he was going to watch them from the bench. He had started walking recently, not steady steps but he was definitely on the move.

“Asher, c’mere! We gotta get your jacket on.” Remus yelled from the front door, grabbing the small jacket from the hook.

A small figure peeked through the railing at him, gripping onto the bannister. Sirius had gotten him dressed, so of course he was wearing one of his little Lion jerseys that the team had gotten him.

Glancing up the stairs, Remus watched as Asher sat on the top of the steps, slow butt-scooting his way down. As he got to the bottom, he stood carefully and looked up at his dad, “No.”

Remus sighed, holding up the jacket, “Yes.” That was another thing. Asher was starting to talk. Not full sentences, just a couple words here and there. Dad. Daddy. Okay. Please. Juice. And his favorite.

“No.” He said, even though he held out his arms for Remus. Before he could resist again, the jacket was on and zipped.

Picking Asher up, Remus rested him on his hip with his hockey bag on the other before glancing back up the stairs, “Pads, c’mon. We’re gonna be late. Don’t tell me I’ve gotta help you get zipped up too.”

A huff came from the second floor before Sirius came around the corner, “I am coming, no I don’t need help with my zipper. I can’t find my practice jersey, I thought I left it in the closet.” He muttered as he came down the stairs, grabbing his jacket.

“Didn’t you put it in your bag last night? So you wouldn’t forget it?” Remus asked as Sirius looked in his own bag.

Sirius dug through his bag before pulling the jersey out, “Got it, I got it. Knew it was there, didn’t I, mon chou?” He said, leaning in to tickle Asher under his chin. Pushing his daddy’s hands away, Asher squealed, “Daddy, no!” He shouted happily, hiding his face in Remus’s neck.

Remus couldn’t help the fond smile that spread as he watched SIrius with their son. For all the worrying Sirius had done before Asher was born, he couldn’t be a better dad. Just seeing them together made Remus’s heart swell.

“Alright let’s get moving. Coach might be okay with Asher being late, but not us.” Remus said as he led the way to the car. He got Asher buckled in his seat, and then they were off.

Sirius drove to the rink, his free hand resting on Remus’s knee, “So… you think we could get him in a pair of skates?” He asked.

Letting out a laugh, Remus shook his head, “Baby. No. He’s just starting to walk, we are not putting literal blades on his feet! Right, Ash?” He asked, glancing at Asher through the rearview mirror.

“Yes!” Asher shouted, kicking his tiny legs against the seat as they pulled into the rink.

Sirius smiled as he got out, “I’ll grab bags if you wanna grab him and his bag.” He said as he opened the trunk. Remus grabbed Asher’s bag before pulling him out of his carrier.

Asher babbled happily in Remus’s arms, as they made their way into the rink. “You ready to see all your uncles? And your grandpa?” Remus asked and his small little face lit up. The boys had all come to visit them so often and honestly they were all so incredible with him. There was nothing cuter than a bunch of big tough hockey guys playing dolls with a child.

The little family made their way to the locker room, Asher wiggling in Remus’s arms as he heard the team’s voices echoing. Sirius pushed the door open, letting them Remus and Asher go past him into the room.

Shouts of “Little Loops!” echoed across the locker room as the guys saw them come in.

Asher grinned, his cheeks flushing at all the attention, “Hi.” He drawled out in his tiny voice. He was quickly stolen from Remus’s arms by James, who spun him happily.

“Hi, little man!” James said, resting him on his hip.

Asher rested his head on James’ shoulder, “Jam.” He said with a small smile. Most words were still hard for him to say, so James became Jam. Small eyes looked around the room happily as he watched everyone get ready before his eyes fell on his favorite person.

“Le! Le Le Le!” Asher quickly reached out, making grabby hands as soon as he saw Leo. He loved all the boys on the team, but had completely latched onto Leo. The others teased him a bit, saying it was because they were so close in age.

Leo couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he heard the shouts for him, taking him carefully from James who gave him an indignant look, “Stealing my godson, Nutty?”

As soon as Leo had him in his arms, Asher nuzzled into his chest happily, “Le.” He hummed happily, tiny fingers gripping onto the taller boy’s practice jersey. Leo may have said he wasn’t ready for a kid but Asher really had him catching baby fever. They definitely weren’t ready though. He’d just have to steal Asher more. Maybe they could babysit?

Nodding along as Asher babbled to him, Leo carried him over to his stall, “I know, bub. It’s all so exciting.” He murmured, setting him on his lap as he waited for the rest of the team to be ready.

Finn knew that he looked smitten. He was. How could he not when one of his boys was sitting there, being all cute with a baby?

“Harzy, dude, you’re literally looking like the human embodiment of heart eyes right now. Take a breath.” Talker said with a laugh, clapping him on the shoulder as he walked past.

An offended noise came from Finn but he was cut off as Coach made his way into the locker room, “C’mon boys, it’s scrimmage day. Let’s get a move on. Knut, gimme my assistant coach.”

They all made their way out the door, Sirius holding the door as the team made their way to the ice.

Remus smiled, watching as Asher was passed to Arthur, “Coach, put him down a sec, yeah? Let him show you his new party trick. Pads, be ready just in case.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, setting Asher down. He wobbled on unsteady legs before he saw his daddy waiting for him, and then he was off.

“Look at him go!” Arthur said with a laugh, following Asher as he toddled out, following after Sirius and the rest of the team. Remus grinned, quickly snapping a picture of Asher grabbing his dad’s hand before tucking his phone into his bag.

When they got to the bench, Arthur lifted Asher next to him as the Lions all made their way onto the ice. Asher stood carefully next to the coach as the team picked their groups for the scrimmage. His eyes were wide as he watched the team practice. He had watched his dads play in their basement many times, but nothing beat them with a whole team.

As the game went on, Arthur explained to Asher what was happening, pointing out plays as well as pointing out where his dads were, because that was a frequent question as well.

Just as they skated past the bench, Nado hit Remus into the boards and they both slid onto the ice. Asher was quickly trying to peer over the side of the boards, “Daddy? Daddy, okay? You ‘kay?” He yelled, green eyes filled with concern.

Nado chuckled softly, pulling Remus up with him, “He’s alright, Little Loops.”

Pointing a finger at him, Asher gave him a serious look, “Careful, you careful.” Sirius couldn’t help but laugh as he skated over.

“You tell him, mon chou.” He said, pressing a kiss to Asher’s head before he skated back.

They finished their scrimmage, messing around on the ice when Sirius lifted Asher over the boards, “We’ll get you some skates soon, Ash. Just gotta convince your daddy.”

Humming happily as he held onto his dad, Asher nodded, “I skate too.” He said seriously, watching Sirius’s feet as they glided across the ice. “Down. Daddy, down.”

Sirius set him down but held onto his hands, wary of the other guys on the ice as Asher wobbled onto the ice. He was trying to glide across the ice, giggling to himself, “I skate.” He whispered quietly.

Unbeknownst to them, Marlene was taking pictures from the stands. She sent them all to Remus afterwards, who posted them to his Instagram along with the picture he took earlier.

“A Lion in the making.”

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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Headcanon: A week without you

You plan to set out on a week-long trip with Anna, Kiki and Willow.

How do the guys react to the news and cope during your absence?

🌹VICTOR🌹

Before you leave

As the day of your long-awaited trip approaches, you can barely rein in your excitement

Meanwhile, Victor gets more and more grumpy

“Are you sure you should be going on a trip at this time?”

“Wouldn’t your company end up in shambles with half the staff gone?”

“Goldman informed me that your ticket is refundable.”

Despite his attempts to stop you from leaving his side for the trip, he also sees how much you’ve been looking forward to it

So he eventually relents, and even offers suggestions to include in your list of itinerary

Victor isn’t the type to show affection in public, so you’re surprised when he suddenly wraps his fingers around your wrist at the airport

He lifts it up gently, strapping a wine-coloured watch onto your wrist

It has an incredibly cute design - the face of the watch features an adorable white bunny, with its tiny paws pointing towards the time

“Whenever you look at it, you’ll know that I’m waiting for you to come home.”

(Meanwhile, Anna, Kiki and Willow are standing at the side and screaming internally)

During the trip

He understands how rare it is for you to have a proper break, so he doesn’t disturb you unnecessarily

In fact, you are the one who disturbs him at 3am when his phone gets flooded with photographs of your trip, each one accompanied with a notification chime

Luckily for you, he doesn’t mind it too much

He sighs while scrolling through the photos with a look of affection

“That dummy forgot about the time zone differences.”

Once you’re back

Brings you to Souvenir and whips up a FEAST

Ends the magnificent meal with a dessert you’ve never seen before

“I created it in the week you were gone. Let me know what you think.”

It’s a petite, cube-shaped cake layered with Chantilly cream and drizzled with chocolate, a rose petal resting on top of it

You bring the dessert fork to your mouth

It tastes sweet, but there’s also slight tinge of bitterness that gives it a certain mellow flavour

“I’ll give it an A+, as expected of the finest chef in Loveland City. Is this going to be a new item on Souvenir’s menu?”

“Yes.”

“What is it called?”

He pauses before answering.

“The Taste of Longing.”

You suddenly feel a little shy, and try to change the topic. You hand him the fork.

“H-have you tried it?”

He lets out a sigh, sets the fork aside, and pulls you into a deep, intoxicating kiss

After he draws back, he stares at your flustered expression and responds with the smug grin you missed so dearly over the past week

“I just did.”

🌻KIRO🌻

Before you leave

The day before the trip, he literally refuses to let you go

Especially after he realises he wouldn’t get to see you off at the airport in person due to a scheduled interview

So he has been latching onto your arm and following you everywhere

“I need to use the bathroom Kiro.”

“I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise!”

As the dusk settles in and the hours left together dwindles, Kiro grows quieter

His head is resting on your lap as he stares at you intently, as though engraving your face into his memory

You try to cheer him up, tousling his golden blonde hair

“On the bright side, you’ll have the bed all to yourself!”

Kiro brightens up for split second before his expression returns to a pout

“It’s not fun when you’re not in it...”

During the trip

Tries to cope by stuffing himself with tidbits and ice-cream

Savin does not approve.

But snacks don’t taste as good when he doesn’t have you to share them with (or snatch them from)

Tries to cope by playing games past midnight

Savin does not approve.

But games aren’t as fun when he doesn’t hear your voice congratulating him for achieving a new high score

Tries to cope by drowning himself in work

Savin approves... but senses that something is off with Kiro

Savin spends more time with Kiro this week, even bringing him to his favourite hotpot place and treating him to extra desserts

Once you’re back

You decide to surprise Kiro in the studio after receiving a bunch of texts from a worried Savin

Kiro almost bursts into tears

He might not have Gavin’s Evol, but that doesn’t stop him from flying across the room to wrap you in a bear hug, almost tripping over his violin case in the process

After dinner, you’re both on the couch as he listens to you ramble on and on about how fun the trip was

Kiro interrupts you with a long, impatient kiss

After he pulls away, the both of you a little breathless, the cheeky glint in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed

“You want fun? I’ll show you just how much fun we can have together.”

🎐GAVIN🎐

Before you leave

Even though you’re used to spending long periods of time apart given the nature of his work, it never gets easier

“Maybe I could come along as a bodyguard?”

As tempted as you are at the prospect, you turn him down gently

It’s meant to be an all-girls trip after all

At the airport, Gavin goes into full-blown maternal mode:

“Remember to check the weather forecast every morning.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

“Remember to apply sunscreen before going outdoors.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

“Remember to sleep early.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

He sighs and encases you in a long hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“And remember... to think of me often.”

You almost tear up in response to the sheer sadness in his voice

“That’s not something I need to remember. It happens naturally.”

During the trip

He’s not used to returning to a quiet, lifeless house

Sends you little updates about his day

[Text from Gavin:] Saw the stars on my way home tonight. Even though you’re halfway across the world, I feel as though I can sense you, just like how we can still see the faraway stars.

[Text from Gavin:] I saw a squirrel today. It’s cute. It reminded me of you.

[Text from Gavin:] Hung out with Minor today. He told me how lonely he feels in the office these days without you girls around. Seems like we finally found something in common. I miss you.

Purchases a succulent and places it beside Thorny because he doesn’t want it to feel lonely

He names it Mrs Thorny

Once you’re back

Arrives at the airport at least an hour early to wait for you

Sends Anna, Kiki and Willow home by car as a gesture of gratitude for taking care of you over the past week

“He’s a keeper,” whispers Anna.

Helps you unpack while you take a bath

Chances upon the overtly sensual lingerie you bought during the trip (thanks to Kiki’s persuasive skills)

You happen to step out of the bathroom at this very moment, watching as Gavin lifts the dark blue lace from the luggage

The blood drains from your face as you scramble to snatch it out of his hands

“Ahh! That’s meant for your birthday!”

Poor Birdcop is still reeling from shock

So he responds with whatever comes to mind

“For me? But I don’t wear lingerie.”

The both of you just stare at each other, processing this whole situation

It’s not long before every corner of the house gets filled with your laughters mingling together

Both your faces flushed from a mixture of embarrassment and laughter, you collapse into his embrace, soaking up his warmth...

...and you’re finally home.

⚡️SHAW⚡️

Before you leave

You kind of expected Shaw’s response when you told him about your plans...

“Sure, have fun.”

“You aren’t even going to pretend that you’d miss me?”

“Nah, it’s not like you’d be gone for a decade. Pretty sure I’ll survive.”

He does skip his morning class to send you off at the airport though

His heart suddenly feels the slightest bit heavier once you disappear from view with the girls in the departure hall

Shrugs it off and heads back to school

During the trip

While Shaw isn’t the clingy sort, he does get bored easily

Especially since his partner in crime isn’t around

Sends you pictures of the shark plushie in different poses

e.g. sitting upright on the dining chair

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie says he misses you. Gave him a talk on how to be a big, independent boy.

e.g. leaning against a spray paint can

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie tried spray-painting today but got a little bit of paint on himself. Do you know if he’s machine washable?

e.g. wearing one your hairbands

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie rummaged through your wardrobe today. Doesn’t he look handsome?

Changes his phone’s lockscreen to a different picture of you every day

Of course, he selects photos that should never see the light of day - a picture of your mouth wide open in an unladylike manner as you prepare to bite into a hamburger, a picture of you almost falling off a skateboard, a picture of you sleeping with drool trailing from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets...

You really need to do a thorough cleansing of his photo gallery.

Since his usual source of entertainment is enjoying herself without him halfway across the globe, this is as close as he gets to having fun

Once you’re back

The moment you set down your luggage at home, he drags you to Live House

The intense strobe lights shroud the way Shaw gazes at you with a rare tenderness

Immersed in the loud music, you have no idea that clouds have gathered outside, followed by the gentle patter of rain

You almost miss Shaw’s words as his lips brush against your ear

“I missed you.”

🦋LUCIEN🦋 (I’m not kidding when I say I can’t write Lucien. For all of our sakes, this shall be the first and last time 😂)

Before you leave

Takes you to see the fireflies

Catches one and names it “Angst”

During your trip

Exists sadly

Attempts to make conversation with Angst

When you’re back

Exists happily

Sets Angst free since his favourite butterfly has returned to his side

#cheri tries to write

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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A Little Braver - Chapter 2

I think I will be brave as well and post chapter 2.

In the chapter when Rowan muses about his call sign he uses the term FNG - it literally mean Fucking new guy. In US military it describes a newcomer.

Enjoy the chapter!

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The next morning Rowan was on his way to the fire station. He had left the house a bit early to allow for traffic or getting lost. In the end he had arrived with ten minutes to spare. He parked the car along the road and walked to the main area in front of the station and stopped.

The tall training building was on fire and a few people were outside in front of it as if in waiting. He searched for the captain but she was not there. He wanted to go and ask to the team about her whereabouts but did not want to interrupt the training session. So he just decided to lean against a wall of the fire station, arms folded at his chest and just watch the drill.

He was curious about why they were not using the truck or water and wondered if they were following a specific exercise.

Being a fighter pilot was full of risks but by looking at the raging fire and thinking that there were people willingly putting themselves through that inferno made him shiver. He’d rather been strapped in a metal cage than in a house on fire.

All of a sudden a figure ran out of the building carrying what looked like a dummy and two more followed. He gasped when he recognised the captain. The dummy she was carrying on her shoulders must have weighed a ton and he was impressed. He followed her, dumping the dummy on the ground and joining the tall blonde man and pat him on the shoulder looking happy. His lips turned up in a hint of a smile.

Her eyes met his and she gave him a huge smile and Rowan straightened up and pulled away from the wall. She walked to him while unbuttoning her bulky fireproof jacket.

“Morning Captain,” she brushed her hair away from her face and Rowan’s heart started to race.

“Enjoyed the show?”

He cleared his voice while he tried to gain some sense again “That was fascinating.”

“Can you give me twenty minutes to have a very quick shower and get changed? You don’t want to be in a meeting with a stinky woman.”

Captain Whitethorn nodded “Take your time.”

“You can go and meet the guys. They are a friendly bunch.” She offered “just ignore the lewd jokes.”

“Thank you for the head’s up.”

Aelin ran away and he gathered some courage and walked to the team. He was not the best around people he did not know, but he wanted to play nice.

He took another step and the tall blond man noticed him and walked with purpose toward him and offered him his hand “Captain Whitethorn isn’t it?”

Rowan nodded.

“Aelin told us you were coming. I am Lieutenant Ashryver.”

Rowan nodded and studied the man in front of him and noticed that his posture and attitude screamed military. After he had spent all his adult life in the force he had gotten used to spot one of them. He had the same feeling at the base during the fire.

“Can I introduce you to our team?”

“Gladly.”

Aedion turned to the red-haired woman “Ladies first. This is Ansel. Never leave her and Aelin alone because then you are in trouble.”

“Hey, I’ll tell her you said that and she will put you on truck cleaning duties for a month.” Aedion ignored her and continued “then here we have Brullo, Nox, Ress, Ren and finally Luca.” He grabbed the young man’s shoulder “he is our probie. He finished the academy and he joined us a few months ago. For now he is coming to the less serious calls but we are planning on coddling him a bit less and make him see the real stuff as well.”

Then the man turned around, scanning the area in search for something or someone “we also have two EMTs, Elide and Lysandra but they must be around the station doing something. You will meet them anyway.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“Everyone, clean up and don’t leave everything to Luca. All of you haul ass. Nox, Ren you are on equipment duty. Ansel, Ress you two are on uniform checks. Brullo, take Luca with you and go over him some truck procedures for before and after calls. Now away all of you.”

Rowan chuckled. The man was definitely ex military.

“Where did you serve?” He asked the man taking a chance.

“I was in the army. I was an artillery specialist. Once I retired Aelin called me saying her station was looking for recruits and I applied for the job. Guess my experience with explosives and such was a plus. Many years later I am still here and still loving it.” Then he studied the Captain “how did you guess?”

“Your posture. It’s the stick up your arse, as Captain Galathynius would say, that gets drilled into you from day one. The way you give order, again, very familiar.”

“Call her Aelin, Cap or Captain. She hates being called Captain Galathynius.”

Rowan raised a eyebrow with curiosity for that statement.

“I usually call her brat or menace.” Aedion chuckled “she is my cousin. I have known her since we were little. I have earned that privilege.”

Aedion started walking back into the station and Captain Whitethorn followed him.

“She has the bas habit of not filtering what she wants to say, can be brash and very vocal when she is mad at something or someone, but she loves her job and her team. She loves being a firefighter. She might be young be she is extremely capable. She is the first female captain. Absurd to think that before her it was just a boy’s club, eh?” The man joked, and lead him into a big spacious room with a lone table and chair and a kitchen at the bottom of it “If she keeps likes this I can see her climbing up the ladder pretty quickly, although I cannot imagine her in a desk job.”

Rowan knew very little about the woman but he had the same feeling.

“This is where we spend most of the time when we are on shift, all tasks are done and just wait for a call. We have books, video-games, tv… you name it. And like all families we fight for who controls the remote.”

Aelin joined them a moment later “Are you giving our Captain the tour?”

“Yes, just the cheap tour for now. You can give him the proper one later.” Aedion winked at her.

“I guess that after our meeting, the Captain will be more than happy to get rid of me.

“I gave you a tour of the base, I would love a tour of the station.”

Aelin’s mouth almost fell open in disbelief.

“If you are not fed up with me we can think about it.” And she turned around and walked away the same way he did the day before.

Aedion gestured with his head to follow her and Rowan ran after her.

“I am sorry for the delay. Once I got back to work yesterday I had an email saying that our annual performance review is due in three weeks. I did not have a way to contact you otherwise I would have pushed the meeting forward a bit.”

“It was actually interesting watching you guys train.” He followed her to her office and took the seat she offered “we have performance reviews as well. What do you guys have to do?”

Aelin was caught off guard by him being talkative all of a sudden “We get tested on our abilities. We usually go to the academy, are given a scenario and the whole team has to work as if that was a real call. We also get to perform some individual tasks and those are timed. It’s a very stressful period.”

“You can leave our project to me until you are done with your review. I am happy to give you an update and you can come once a week to check how things are progressing if you are too busy.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Captain?” She smiled at him, leaning back in her chair.

He shook his head and she noticed him finally relaxing and sitting more comfortably in his chair “we have those review as well and they are always stressful for the team and I am aware how much of my time, preparing drills takes me. I am offering you to concentrate on your mission ahead for now and then catch up in three weeks.”

Was he actually being nice to her?

“I will be fine captain, but thank you for the offer. I appreciate it.”

“If you change your mind, my offer will still be on the table.”

“So,” she said quite abruptly changing the subject. If he even thought she needed his help because she was a woman he was in for a tough ride.

Aelin grabbed a folder with her plan. She had spent the entire previous day working on it. “These are the copies for you.” And she passed him a pile of papers “they are the ideas and changes I would like to suggest. I believe that is the part you will have to discuss with your CO. the biggest and probably most time consuming change is the extra door. All the other suggestions are repairs and perhaps replacements of old parts. I would like to explain again that these changes are not up for discussion. They need to happen.”

Captain Whitethorn nodded “I have discussed the matter with my CO after our meeting and he understands that and agrees. He promised me that he will fight until the last ditch if they start blocking him with budget bullshit, his exact words.”

“Please tell Air Commodore Salvaterre that I appreciate his cooperation. It goes in the interest of every single person who works at the base. Him included.”

“This pile here is a draft of possible training sessions for both your squadron and the ground crew. I want basic fire prevention training, fire extinguisher training, reviews of fire drills. I would like to do some training, especially with the ground crew on fuels handling, fuel storing and clearing spillages. Your squadron will be welcome as well. I think it will benefit everyone.” She flipped through her notes “I would like to nominate a couple of people as Fire champions or any other name we can come up with. Their role would be to perform monthly deep inspections and weekly spot checks. The idea is that by doing this, you are always on the ball with any problems. Of course we will provide training on how to do all this.” She kept explaining and the man in front of her listened to her with great interest, never interrupting her.

“Needless to say that fire prevention is everyone’s job. See it, report it. And if you can, fix it.” She jotted down a few things “of course all of this depends on our rosters. I don’t know how it works for you guys but we work in shift patterns.”

“My squadron and I, we work Monday to Friday when we are ground-side. Ground staff such as engineers for example, they tend to follow shift patterns as well. I can talk to the supervisors for the mechanics and engineering team and see if I can get a roster from them. They are aware of the fact that extra training is on its way.”

“Please do. I have a feeling that will be the biggest job.”

“Do you have any questions for me so far?”

“Which venue will we use?”

Aelin tapped her pen on the table “I was thinking here if it’s okay with you. We have the equipment, also we don’t have maximum security checks.”

“Speaking of security…” he extracted something from his pocket “`I have your badge.”

Aelin took the badge he offered in surprise.

“I imagine we will be working together quite a lot and you will need to visit the base as well on a regular basis. You have now the badge with consultant clearance. It’s not a lot, but it will grant you access to all the are you will need. And no more forms to fill.”

“Thank you, captain,” she was speechless “Thank you for trusting me.”

She smiled fondly at him and Rowan realised he’d do literally anything to see that smile. It was intoxicating.

They worked for a few hours and Aelin realised it was not as bad as she had feared. The captain had been very keen to listen to her plans and making suggestions according to his knowledge of the base and his team. He had also looked a bit less uncomfortable and more willing to have a full conversation instead of monosyllables. At least it was progress and since it looked like they were going to work together for a while it was a good thing.

When her stomach grumbled loudly she coughed embarrassed to try and cover it but the very faint hint of a grin on the captain’s lips told her that he had head her.

“We can stop for lunch, captain.”

Aelin almost blushed “I guess so. I think I have a black hole forming in my stomach. Those drills always leave me famished.” She stood “there is a lovely diner very nearby. Can I interest you in lunch? It’s on me. But no shop talk.” She was ready for a refusal but the captain stood and nodded.

“I’d like lunch.”

When they left the office they met Elide and Lysandra carrying boxes full of supplies to stock the ambulance. As soon as Rowan noticed he jumped forward and offered to help Elide.

“Let me carry them. They are quite bulky.”

“Thank you,” said the woman flashing a smile to Aelin then showed the captain the direction to the ambulance.

“Where do I place it?” He asked once they were arrived. Elide opened the back door of the vehicle “just here. Lys and I will sort through everything. Thank for the help.”

Lysandra dropped all her stuff and turned to the two captains.

“These are Lysandra and Elide, they are our two resident EMTs.”

“Ladies, this is captain Whitethorn.”

Lysandra mouthed hot to Aelin and the woman rolled her eyes.

“The captain and I were going for lunch. Could you please tell Aedion to man the fort for me while I am away? I am just going to Emrys and I have a radio with me if anything happens.”

The woman nodded “I know the drill. Go, enjoy lunch.”

The two captains left “we are walking. The place is just down the road. We are all regulars there.”

Five minutes later they reached the small diner and Rowan thought the place looked cosy and felt like the good old fashioned family run restaurant.

“Emrys and his husband Malakai have been running this place since forever. It’s an institution in the neighbourhood.”

“Aelin, my girl.” A very smiling Emrys walked from behind the counter and went to hug the woman “Are you keeping well?”

“Of course.”

“Two today?” He asked looking at the Aelin’s companion.

“Yes please. Can we sit anywhere?”

“Go ahead.” He gestured pointing at the tables.

“Quiet today?”

“Not at all. You just missed the rush. Until twenty minutes ago we were full. Malkai is delivering an order to the police station.”

Aelin walked to the table near the window and invited Rowan to join her.

“Here’s the menu for your friend. Let me know when you are ready to order.”

Rowan took the menu, opened it and lowered his head to start reading it.

Aelin studied him for a moment while he was distracted. Stared at his hands and noticed the hint of a tattoo sneaking from underneath the uniform. Interesting, she would have never pinned the man as someone who would have a tattoo. A smile tugged at her lips. A part of her wanted quite badly to get to know him a bit more. “Your hair,” she asked “has it always been silver or it became like that with age?” Then she stopped embarrassed “I mean I am not saying that you look old. I just meant as if it got like that as you grew up.”

He lifted his head from the menu and his piercing green eyes settled on her “I was born like this. Apparently it runs in my family.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just curious.”

He gave her a half a smile. It did not linger. It was quick and for a second she thought she had imagined it “I am used to it.” He tapped on the plastic menu “you haven’t decided yet?”

“Oh no, I don’t need a menu. I know it by heart and I know what I want.”

Emrys came back and both placed their orders and Aelin enjoyed the shocked expression on the captain.

“You can’t possibly eat all that stuff.”

“Watch me.”

The silence grew uncomfortable again. It looked as if he was chatty only when it came to work.

“Why did you join the airforce?”

For a moment he looked stunned at her question “I was eighteen and fresh out of high school. Happy I was done studying. My parents wanted me to go to uni, but the idea of spending four more years on books was not for me.” He explained and noticed she had he hands folded under her chin “One day I met Lorcan. We knew each other from before already, being both from Wendlyn and all. It was nice to see a friendly face in a new place. Anyway, he told me he had moved here to Terrasen with the TAF. He told me they were recruiting and I went to the base during an open day. The day after I had signed up and a month later I was starting pilot academy.”

“Where in Wendlyn?”

“Doranelle.”

“I was there once. On holiday with…” no, not time yet “with a friend. We loved it very much.”

He nodded “It’s a nice place, but I must admit that after so many years I feel like an adopted citizen of Terrasen. Orynth is quite a gorgeous place.”

Emrys came with their food and Rowan noticed how skilfully placed all the plates on the table. As if he was used to have all those orders from her.

“You can’t be serious and actually eat all this food.”

Aelin tackled her first plate “watch the pro at work, captain.” She gave him a smile and Rowan shook his head and tackled his food.

“Why firefighter?”

He noticed her still for a second and the happiness wash away from her face in an instant. Fuck. Wrong question already.

“I was eight.” She said playing with her food for a moment “I was out playing with some of my friends. I was on my way home when I saw two massive fire trucks in front of my house and my home on fire.” She placed the fork on the plate “I ran toward the house but this fireman stopped me. I was crying and calling for my parents. He hugged me, he told me they were working to try and save my parents. I remember trashing in his arms to get free but he held me tight.” She took a bit to keep herself busy while telling the story “he took me to the back of the engine and showed me some of the tools and explained to me how the engine worked. He distracted me while his colleagues worked to stop the fire and save my parents.” She finally met his gaze “it took them almost two hours to kill the fire. After that there was nothing left of the house and of my life. My parents had been found dead in the house. The gas boiler has suffered a fault and basically exploded. They stood no chance.”

“Aelin I am…” his hand moved slowly closer to hers and brushed it gently “I am so sorry.”

“When I grew up I decided I wanted to be like the firemen who attended my fire. I wanted to rush into a house on fire and try to save some person’s parents of spouse and help them avoid the loss I suffered. I wanted to be like the man who stood with me and distracted me.”

Her finger lifted a little and met his almost in acknowledgement “Aedion’s family took me in. As soon as I finished high school I was like you. I had no interest in uni. So I signed up for the fire academy.”

“Sorry for ruining lunch.”

She shook her head and flicked his finger playfully. That had been the first contact between them. He had always kept his distance and that little flicker of affection made he heart flutter. The man was a puzzle. He could go from stone cold bastard to this in a small amount of time.

Aelin finished her food and noticed the captain staring at her with curiosity.

“I cannot believe it.”

“Told you,” she smiled at him with a smug expression “and I am even going to get cake.”

“No you are not.”

In defiance she stood and went to the counter and ordered chocolate hazelnut cake from Emrys. She came back and sat down again and ate the whole slice.

“Remind me to apply for a mortgage if I ever take you out for dinner.” At those words Rowan froze. He did not mean to do say that. It was supposed to be a joke but he should have learned by now that he was bad at making jokes.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Iceman.”

His head shoot up and looked at her. She had used his callsign. Something that only his squadron members would ever use. They all had one. It was a tradition. But it also meant something. It was always the other pilots in the team who choose the callsign. Never the pilot himself. It was a rite of passage that welcome you in the squadron. In a family. He got his one because of his hair. Everyone thought it was because he was cool and calm under pressure but no. When he was still one of the FNG he went through his naming ceremony like all the others FNG and they had decided he was going to be iceman because with his hair he reminded them of a creature from the snowy glaciers of the Staghorn mountains, hence iceman. Hearing her calling him like that made his heart skip a beat.

“We don’t have call signs. We got nicknames but nothing official like you guys.” She polished the plate from the chocolate left from the cake “the guys usually call me Captain or Cap. Aedion is the worst. Because he is my cousin he takes the liberty to call me brat or menace. I should really write him up for insubordination.”

She tapped his hand “come on grampa, let’s get back to work.” And stood. Rowan had wanted to grab that hand and hold it for a moment. It felt as if a small shift had happened in their weird work relationship.

Aelin paid for the meal as promised and they walked back to the station “are you sure you will be able to concentrate with all that food in you?”

On the way back Aelin looked up at the sky and noticed a few flakes that had started to follow. “Looks like it’s going to snow.”

She turned her head and caught Rowan sniffing the air, the eyes closed and a relaxed expression. The hard lines of his face had disappeared and the faint smile on his lips changed him completely. Yes, the man was hot but there was more to it. The very rare times that his face softened his eyes lit up as well turning a deeper green and made him stunning. She had a feeling those moments were rare and was glad that she had caught at least a couple. Like right now, his body relaxed enjoying the first flakes of snow. That was a precious insight in the man at her side.

“You like winter?” She broke the magic.

His eyes snapped open and his face turned hard again as if he hated being caught enjoying something.

“I do.” He said softly “I love the snow and winters in Terrasen are incredible.

Aelin smiled. His scent. His scent reminded her of Terrasen. Pine and snow. She had smelled it the other day while she was inside his plane and he was quite close to her. He smelled like winter and realised for a second that the nickname Iceman was perfect as well for that reason and not just because he could be a cold hearted bastard. They got back to the station and she found it quiet apart from Brullo and Luca near the fire engine. Apparently the man was explaining the youngster some of the routine checks they performed. He was their resident engineer and mechanic so he was the best one for that type of training.

“Nice lunch, Cap? Did you eat all the food at Emrys?”

“The vegetables are still there. They are safe.” Aelin turned when noticed that the joke came from Rowan.

Brullo and Luca burst out laughing “oh he is good.” Added the older man.

“My eating habits are the joke of the station.”

“Cap, they are insane.” Added Luca.

Aelin turned to Rowan and he lifted and eyebrow as if to say I agree with them.

She turned again on her colleagues “one more joke from the two of you and I’ll have you scrub the station from top to bottom with a toothbrush.” Then she turned on her feet and walked away to her office.

Rowan tapped his hat in salute to the two men and followed her. He found her in the kitchen making coffee “Do you drink coffee?”

“I don’t think I could function without it.”

“Good. We basically drink it by the litre. It keeps you alive on a night shifts.”

She made some coffee and offered him a mug “milk, sugar?”

“Black, thank you.”

He watched her as she dropped two spoonfuls of sugar in it “All this sugar is not good for you.”

“Shhh you heathen.”

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee “Thank you for lunch by the way.”

“My treat, for working with me.” She apologised, while leaning against the counter and drinking her coffee.

“You are not as bad as I thought. I agree with Aedion, you are a brat and a menace but I can work with that.” Bad idea. Rowan noticed anger flash in her eyes.

“I am not having you calling me that.” She slammed the cup on the counter “you barely know me and I have been professional, sure if cracking a joke or two makes me a brat it’s your problem you need sense of humour. I have been busting my ass to fix the shit that went down in your station.” She took a step toward him and Rowan braced himself “I know how I run my station. I am aware of every single problem or fault that happens here. Your fucking hangar went down in a blaze of glory and you had no idea of the shitstorm about to happen.” She was now a few mere centimetres from his face and a foolish part of him wanted to push her against the counter and kiss her senseless. She was mad at him and all he thought was how her lips would feel. What was wrong with him?

“Don’t ever call me that again with that smug face of your because I have no problems removing that smirk with a punch.”

Rowan kept staring at her in silence, not risking saying a word while she was that mad at him. Damn the woman had fire in her. And it did not matter he was getting a well deserved lashing down from her, he could not stop thinking that she was beautiful. Not just physically, she was fierce, brave and passionate and he was irremediably drawn to her.

Which it was totally crazy since they had met the day before.

“Now get the fuck out of my station. We are done for today.” And she stepped back.

“Captain, I did not mean to offend you.”

“I said out.” She repeated through gritted teeth “I have your contact. I will let you know when I am in the mood to meet you again.” She grabbed her coffee and walked away from him.

Rowan stood still and stared at the spot where she had been. He ran a hand through his hair and cursed himself for his stupidity. They had finally set aside the bad start they had, and messed up everything again.

He picked up his cap on the counter and then realised he had left all the documents in her office. He was about to walk to her but then changed his mind bad idea. So he just left the station, got back to his car and drove back to the base.

Aelin was furious. Why did he have to go and ruin everything with his bloody mouth of his?

That beautiful mouth of his.

She paced the office for ten minutes then she left, went to changing room and changed into her training gear. Some exercise will do her good to clear her head.

Aedion found her twenty minutes later “here you are,” he shouted as she ran back and forth in the yard with a dummy on her shoulders.

“Aelin!” He shouted when she did not stop. When she ignored him again he went in front of her and stopped her “Aelin.”

“What?” She growled dropping the dummy on the ground with a loud thump. She was breathless.

“I thought you were with the captain.”

She ignored him and grabbed the dummy again but Aedion stopped her and grabbed her hand “did something happened?”

“Yes, he happened. He is an arsehole and I don’t know why I am bothering to help him.”

“Because it’s your job.”

“Well, he can go and ask west station for all I care.”

Aedion shook his head “they are in our territory.”

Aelin ran a hand through her hair.

“Did he do something to you? Because if he did I am very good at hand to hand combat. I’ll destroy his stiff arse.”

Aelin chuckled. Aedion had always been very protective with her.

“He called me a brat and a menace. He said that I am not as bad as he thought and that he agrees with you for my nicknames.”

Aedion laughed “that’s why you are mad at him? Ace, I love you but you can be both.”

She sat down on the dummy “I know. But if you say it it doesn’t bother me. We grew up together. You know me better than anyone. He instead…” she punched the dummy’s face “he had this smug face and he used this tone like a condescending prick.”

She groaned “you can be a brat and a menace but I can work with it,” she repeated in a mocking tone “I am the one doing him a favour to help him. Idiot.”

“You just want to find an excuse to hate him and push him away from you.” He sat down on the dummy beside her “Ace, could it be that you like him but you are still too scared to allow another man in your life?”

“No. I have known the guy for two days. And no, I do not like him.” She protested.

“Would it be that bad?”

Aelin stood and faced him “I am not interested in getting any closer to him than what works dictates. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.

“You are overreacting and you are behaving like a brat and proving him right.”

She pushed him off the dummy “you are on truck duty for the whole week.” Aelin grabbed the dummy and went back to her training.

Rowan finally made it back to the base and went straight to his office but Lorcan intercepted him.

“You are back early. I thought you were going to be at the station all afternoon.”

Rowan ignored his CO and plopped on his chair and closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“That bad, eh?” Joked Lorcan at the man’s reaction.

“I opened my damn mouth. That’s what I did.”

Lorcan sat on the chair on the opposite side of the desk “What did you do? I thought you were the guy who counted till ten before opening his mouth. That’s why I gave you this assignment. I need this to go smoothly and fix all the shit that the old CO messed up. If I wanted to piss off the TFD’s captain I would have sent Moonbeam.”

Rowan snorted “probably would have been better. Far more charming than this cranky old bastard.”

“I have seen the woman. Fenrys would end up fucking everything. Literally.”

Lorcan sat back relaxed “I am coming to the station tomorrow and I will talk to her and bring her back into our good books.”

“You?” Rowan scoffed “if there is someone who has a worse temper than me is you, Lorcan.”

“I’ll be my charming self.” The man joked.

“The gods save us all.” Rowan joked standing and pacing the office “trying to scare her will not work either.”

“I noticed that. I wish some of our men would have that level of balls. Quite amazing for a woman.” Rowan’s head snapped at his CO’s words.

“Don’t even dare say anything like that in her face or you are a dead man.”

He and Lorcan would go along on most of the days but on some concepts, Lorcan still followed the good old fashioned ideas that for example females were not suited for the military, a topic they had many fights on. Rowan had tried to open up the ranks to a few more females in the squadron but Lorcan had rejected the idea every single time.

“You know how I feel about those things.”

“Yes, our very progressive man. Equality and all.”

“You can be such an arsehole.” Rowan stopped at the window “even the Navy is accepting women. Their recruitment for female officers is up by 40%. We are still to celebrate when we will have our first female officer.”

Lorcan growled “well, then move to the Navy.” He stood annoyed “flying a jet is not like service on an aircraft carrier!”

Rowan turned furious “you are not seriously telling me that you don’t believe a woman could fly a jet.” He slammed his fist on the table “I have seen Aelin in action and during drills. I have seen her jump into a building on fire without any second thought to save one of our men. I have seen her drag a dummy twice her size off a burning building while wearing the fire suit and an oxygen tank on her shoulder. She could probably do a vertical, pull 9G and then get off the plane and have a dance in our face. She is definitely not the fragile thing you think she is just because she is a woman.”

“What is your point?”

“Stop being a misogynist prick.”

Rowan phone went off and Lorcan moved away “if you are coming tomorrow, you leave that attitude behind.” Lorcan left and Rowan took the call. Once he was done he sat back down on his chair and looked outside noticing the snow falling and a gentle smile tugged his lips at the memory of the moment they had shared at the restaurant. He had to apologise. And quickly.

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Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 3:

Dear Uncle Sam

Copperhead Road (Line Dance Skip to 1 minute)

It was an uneventful night, they had just gotten back from an assignment that came up with nothing. Taking off his boots Clay was sitting on his cot, rolling his neck to crack it. Stiff from looking through a scope all day. A song that Clay wasn’t familiar was playing over the satellite radio, something old.

As he took his boots off the picture he always keeps in his left boot falls out and flutters to the floor, smiling he picks up the picture of Leo, Reg, Eloise, and himself smiling at the camera during Christmas one year at the Dumias’ house. He sets it next to him and tugs off his other boot where his other photo falls out. He can’t help the sad and lonely smile that creeps onto his face. Running his thumb over their faces he reminds himself that he has two weeks until he sees them again.

Thomas and Noelle were the last faces he saw before a loud bang and bright lights were all he saw.

Sitting up as soon as the light dulled he felt a shock flow through his body and gasped for breath. Grabbing his chest a sudden heat shot through the back of his head to the left side of his forehead.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.” A voice caught his attention, looking around he spotted a man that looked familiar but not at the same time.

“Where am I!? What happened? Am I dead!?”

“Do you feel dead?”

“... I don’t know”

“We’ll come back to that in a moment. Do you remember your name?” The man moves to sit at the edge of Clay’s bed from where he was standing in the doorway.

“Clayton London Bruss. Now where am I?” Clay lifts his hand up to his forehead where the pain still throbs and feels bandages.

“You’re in a recovery center, you were shot by one of your superior officers.” Clays eyes widen and he lays back down. Then he remembers his pictures and a feeling of guilt washed over him.

“I’m Grev Kinter, I’ll be helping you recover.” The man held out his hand for clay to shake.

He didn’t take his hand.

Dear Dancer,

Long time no write, haven’t heard from you in a couple months. I hope you’re still kicking ass out there. I do miss you… a lot. You come home in 2 weeks. I can survive, but I am getting impatient.

Oh! Remember that dance and song that made me realize I liked you? I finally learned the dance! That means we can dance when you get home.

I may be able to skate like it's nothing but I can’t line dance for shit. But, I learned for you… and because it gets stuck in my head all the time.

When you get home we have to go to this new restaurant that sells a bunch of southern foods because I need to know if it's authentic or not. I eat there everyday you're deployed just to remind me of you.

Was that too cheesy?

Well, I haven’t gotten to be cheesy in a while to you so… Deal with it.

I hope you get this before you are on your way home or else you’ll have no clue what I’m talking about.

All the love,

Thomas

P.S

Noelle says hello!

“I fucking hate those boots.” Leo runs the back of his thigh where Clayton just kicked him with his cherry red pointed toe boots. Smiling, he pats Leo’s shoulder.

“You're just jealous you can’t look this good.” They went to sit at their normal table, Reg sat in between them. It’s where he feels most comfortable. They ordered drinks as they waited for the team to arrive, the music was swinging, people were laughing. It was a relaxed night.

Clay was a bit nervous though, he had gotten close to a specific person on the team and he recently found out that that person was already in a relationship. He had gotten her number from Logan somehow, he didn’t know how those two knew each other, he had called the girlfriend to let her know that he and the teammate had been talking. The next thing he knew he was on the phone with her for hours, talking about him, life, hockey and how Clay had no idea how to follow the game.

She was something special, but Clay knew that those two were happy together so he tried to just be friendly with them. New friends never hurt anyone. Then he saw them in person again and being just friends suddenly became a lot harder.

Thomas, a whole 6’2” man of solid muscle broader than clay himself and just the light in the room. He has the nickname Talkie because he loves to chat with anyone, for hours, including Clay. It felt like he had known Thomas for years when really it was only a number of months.

Noelle balanced him out perfectly, she is smart as hell, quiet but still goofy with Thomas. She was taller than Logan by an inch and won’t let him forget it, her long brown hair was constantly up in a ponytail. She also plays hockey but not professionally, she plays for fun. Clay doesn’t know her job yet but he wants to know everything about her.

It was just the guys coming out tonight because Judy invited the women and whoever didn’t want to come out over to have a wine tasting of Garland’s homemade wine. Clay was out on the floor dancing with one of his friends from highschool when the team came in. He made his way back over to them when the song ended and joined them in a round of shots.

He makes eye contact with Thomas for a second too long and he quickly looks away to Reg who is coughing from the burn of the drink and pats his back. After a couple of minutes of chatting and joking Clay's favorite song came on.

“Leo! Come on!” Clay drags Leo onto the floor right in front as the music gets past the intro. Logan was supporting himself on the table next to a smug Finn. Thomas and James were watching as they started the dance. The light changed to this dull yellow light that swirled around the floor landing on dancers every once in a while.

Clay and Leo were constantly under the light because everyone knew them there. Anytime Clay looked up he always felt a specific set of eyes on him. Dark brown and soft. Clay lost himself in the music, dancing was something he enjoyed to a fault. Once he gets in the zone he can’t be talked to.

Swinging his legs, kicking to the beat, stomping in time he smiles to himself. Starting to sweat he untucks his tank top from his jeans. He tips his head back until the stomp comes up and whips his head forward when he stomps.

The words in this song always get to him, especially something that he was planning to do already… without telling anyone.

“I volunteered for the army on my birthday.” He hums along kicking in a circle and kicking Leo’s ankle just to mess with him. He laughs when Leo flips him off. Smiling as the song ends, he is panting and sweating.

“I always forget how that dance makes me feel out of shape.” Leo flings his arm over Clay's shoulder as they walk back over to the table and take gulps of their drinks. “I’m going for a smoke, anyone else?” Clay nods, Sirius and Logan follow them along with Thomas. Clay didn’t see him as a smoker but everyone has surprises.

“Light me.” Clay holds out his cig as Leo finishes lighting his own, rolling his eyes Leo does after he passes his own to Logan. Sirius came outside for some fresh air and is chatting with Thomas who also came out here for that reason. Taking a drag and leaning against the wall, he looks up at the stars that are poking through the clouds. Closing his eyes he falls back into his own world for an unknown amount of time.

“Coming back in?” Clay blinks his eyes open to see Thomas standing by himself in front of him. His heart feels like it stops beating for a moment. “I mean it is pretty nice outside, I wouldn't mind staying out here. Especially with you.” Clay choked on the drag he was taking from his cigarette when Thomas mumbles the last thing he said. He feels a large palm on his back, not patting but rubbing his back.

Clay looks at him and takes a deep breath and shrugs the hand off of him.

“Let’s go back in. this isn’t something you want, Thomas” He stumps out his cig on the bottom of his boot and pushes off the wall.

“What do you mean?” Clay looks back at him and his face softens when he sees a look of hope and confusion in Thomas's gorgeous eyes. “I mean, I’m straight… or I think I am, but maybe I’m not and I just- I don’t know anymore.” Thomas reaches out to Clay and grabs his pinky finger with his pointer and pulls Clay closer to him.

“I don’t think you are straight, maybe you forgot but I am a man.”

“I know.” Suddenly Clay's back is to the brick of the alley and rough hands are on his waist. He watches Thomas lean forward, pausing for a second to make sure this was what Clay wanted. Clay stares into his eyes then glances down at his lips. Nodding slightly he feels Thomas surge forwards and connect their lips.

It was like his blood turned to fire, a sensation he has never felt before. Their lips moved in sync with each, Clay constantly being pulled against Thomas with his greedy hands and his own arms gripping Thomas's t-shirt. After a couple of minutes they pulled away for breath and Thomas backed away.

Thomas Left. Clay went to find Reg.

Noelle needed to know.

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