#the scribbles on his shirt were supposed to be a cool phrase or something but i lack of ideas lmao

[kinerxy]

Cray

#yeah is a wolf now #a furry wolf #an addict i'd say #my art #oc art #furry art #furry drawing #furry #art #drawing #digital art #character design #wolf oc #canine art #world goes down #the scribbles on his shirt were supposed to be a cool phrase or something but i lack of ideas lmao

[lovelivingmydreams]

A story by heroes and villains

Book 2: secrets revealed Virgil Anker: trust and caution

Masterlist book 1

It's not easy to know who to trust and who to be wary off. But Virgil better learn soon.

When Virgil got back to the new house, he took a shower and sat himself on the couch in his pj’s. He was listening to his ‘winding down’ playlist. He was grinning to himself. Someone else was wearing his design. Sure he’d made Janus a shirt way back in freshmen year, but he barely wore it outside the house. This would be seen by tons of people. And it looked so good! He couldn’t wait till Monday. He could imagine Roman’s reaction. Would there be pictures in the papers? On the news? He just might buy a paper so he could keep a clipping to look back on later. Thinking about gushing over the costume with Roman at school made him think about seeing Janus again. J had skipped school after what happened in the hallway, leading to him having detention all of last week. He hadn’t even so much as looked at Virgil since. Not in a, “I am mad and ignoring you way,”. He looked ashamed. Scared. That was what made it so hard for Virgil to stick to his plan. Janus looked so hurt and lost and ashamed. And during lunch, he was nowhere to be found. Virgil needed to talk to Picani about this tomorrow. It would be a busy session. He contemplated where things had gone wrong for the millionth time for a while until he heard the door and looked up to see his fathers enter the room. “You’re back!” he greeted as he sat up. “So I gotta know, who’s your fourth guy?” he wondered casually. His dad just looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” “For your poker nights,” he clarified with a chuckle. Imagining Patton or uncle Thomas playing poker was kind of funny. It seemed so out of character for them. Still he couldn’t imagine what else would take all three of them getting together like this. Thomas had taught musical theatre classes, back when he was still a professor, and now he was the dean. Then again, Virgil wasn’t certain his uncle was always present. Tonight might just have been one time he happened to be there. But Patton definitely had been part of this project as much as Logan was. The past six months at the very least, but most likely from the start. “No cardgames I’m afraid kiddo. We’ll tell you about the project once it’s finished. It’s all confidential for now I’m afraid,” Patton told him gently. Virgil looked long and hard at Patton. He wasn’t lying. And confidential stuff made a lot of sense. He shrugged, letting it go. Even if his first guess was right after all and his dad was doing some kind of superhero stuff as BrainStorm, if Patton was there to help him Virgil felt assured that they’d be safe. Though he wouldn’t know how Patton, or Thomas, got wrapped up with anything involving a former super villain. “Okay, keep your secrets,” he sighed as he stretched. “Night Pat, night Lo,” he bid before heading upstairs. “Goodnight Virgil, I love you.” Virgil looked back at his dad when he heard that. “Love you to dad,” he replied with a smile. “Love you three kiddo!” Patton added, making Virgil laugh. “Love ya Pat.” And with that he went upstairs to his room. His new room was bigger than the one in his old house. But he didn’t care much about that. His old room had memories. He missed it honestly. He started to worry that he’d been too quick to say that he wanted to move out. No matter how nice the new house was, and how conveniently it was positioned, it would never quite be like the one he’d known most of his life. He let himself drop on his bed. It was pointless to think about that now. At this point, another family had probably moved into their old home. They’d brought their own furniture. Probably painted over the walls. Erasing the little doodles he’d made when he was little and bored. Before his mind could go any farther down that path, he heard a buzzing. Roman sent him a text. “Greetings! I just got back. Sorry for not checking in earlier. Could not be helped. Did you get home alright?” Virgil chuckled and texted back. “LOL. You worry too much. Hope you had a fun night.” Virgil certainly did. Just thinking about it made him impatient. Oh why not? Before he could second guess himself, he pressed call. “Virgil?” Roman sounded surprised, but Virgil was already way to giddy about his news. “I had to tell you now. I saw him!” he whispered. “Who? And why are we whispering?” Roman asked, mimicking his volume. “I’m supposed to be asleep,” he admitted, earning himself a chuckle. “Ok… Who did you see?” Roman asked. “Dream Prince!” expecting the logical next question he edited his story a little. “I went for a walk and I guess he was doing patrol in my neighborhood, I caught a glimpse of him,” well, that was an understatement. But he couldn’t tell Roman everything. Not yet. He’d lectured Prince about being cautious just today. He trusted Roman. But anyone could overhear them at any time. “He was wearing my costume! You were right! I can’t wait to get a good look at it in action!” Again. “You think someone got a picture? I didn’t have a chance. God I should’ve taken a picture so I could show you!” Though he wasn’t sure if he could’ve managed to get a believable citizens picture of him. He doubted Prince could be photographed if he didn’t want to be. “I’m sure I’ll see your work plastered around the front pages Monday. Pretty sure you missed out on the Saturday edition. But the news stations might talk about it.” Virgil’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “You sure you don’t want your name attached to it?” Virgil considered that for a moment. It would be kind of cool, he supposed. But he was trying not to draw any attention to his civilian self so long as he did the vigilante gig. Asides from that, he didn’t want anyone to be able to claim any of his future successes were due to his connection to a superhero, or have expectations based on this one work. “Yeah… I just… I know I should want the credit. But, just in case he becomes like this big time hero,” which seemed very likely to Virgil. His powers were pretty amazing and he had the personality to make it big. “I don’t want my possible career to be defined before it starts, you know what I mean?” He hoped he did, because he was starting to get confused by his own phrasing. “Maybe I’ll come forth with the original sketch when I’m like, 30, to prove it was me if it still matters by then,” he concluded. “Sounds like a smart plan. I’m going to let you go. I do need my beauty sleep after all.” Oh, he made it too easy. “You said it, not me,” he chuckled. “Night Princey.” “Buenas noches. Mi querido amigo,” Roman replied dramatically. Virgil rolled his eyes. Though he smiled as he realized Roman just called him ‘dear friend’. Trying to hide the way that warmed his chest he let out a groan. “Bon nuit,” he huffed in retaliation before hanging up. Janus had taught him a bit of French over the years. And just like that his thoughts returned to his old friend. Janus had been well behaved the past week. He hadn’t gotten in a single fight. Maybe he should try and show that he noticed. Just saying ‘hi’ wouldn’t be that bad right? Show that he meant it when he said he wanted to get back to being friends, real friends, at some point. With thoughts of a happy ending for everyone, Virgil fell asleep. The next morning he woke up early. He made sure to be quiet as he got ready for the day. Once downstairs he turned on the tv. And sure enough, the local station was talking about Dream Prince. A professional picture of him leaping across the street from one rooftop to another serving as background. The anchors were talking about his heroic deeds of last night, ranging from walking a girl home to taking down those criminals ‘single handedly’. “No one can deny it. This young hero finds no feat too great or too small, and he does it with style. Looks like he’s settled on a look.” They thought his costume had style! Virgil was vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t sit still. He had to do something with all this energy. He started on breakfast. Bacon, eggs… It had been a while since he’d felt up to making a big breakfast and been the first to wake up. Patton was as much of an early riser as he and Logan. Which meant he hadn’t had Virgil’s secret omelet recipe yet. He was bouncing on his feet as the two anchors were analyzing the costume in as much detail as they could. They found the heels a bold choice and the mask an elegant way to incorporate a crown. When Virgil heard his dads move about upstairs he turned the news off and set the table. Patton really liked the eggs. That or he really wanted Virgil to think so. Three servings made him think that it wasn’t pretend though. After breakfast, uncle Thomas picked him up for their trip to the zoo. Virgil had been looking forward to it. It felt forever ago since he last spent some one on one time with his honorary uncle. “That’s a nice one. You really got the eyes down well,” he complemented as Virgil finished a sketch of a koala. “Thanks,” Virgil said, pretty happy with the result as well. “You are really talented. Guess it runs in the family. I remember your dad scribbling away in his poetry notebook all the time.” Virgil looked at his uncle with wide eyes. “You knew my father?” he asked perplexed. Thomas frowned down at him for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, no. I never personally met your birthfather. I meant Logan,” he clarified. Virgil was a little disappointed. For a second he’d hoped to learn a little more about his birthparents. But if Thomas had been talking about Logan… “My dad wrote poetry?” Thomas chuckled. “Yeah. He was pretty good. Though he’d disagree. He felt more comfortable using his sharp tongue on the debate team. He won us some prizes,” he recalled. Virgil took this in. He had wondered what his dad was like at his age before. Now was a good time to ask more. “So poetry and debate team… Guess that is why you two became friends, huh?” he asked. Thomas shook his head a little awkwardly. “Not exactly. With my social anxiety I probably wouldn’t have approached him if my mom hadn’t told me about his mom losing custody…” “What!?” Virgil gasped. He never knew that. Thomas cringed realizing he had maybe said to much. He looked down at Virgil. “Your grandparents weren’t parents of the year. Not abusive, but… neglectful I suppose. Logan never talked about it, so I don’t know the details. Just what little ” “He was in the system?” Virgil asked with a shiver. He’d heard about the system. He was glad he never had to experience it. “No, like for you there was someone ready to take him in right away,” Thomas told him. Virgil wanted to ask who had adopted his dad. But he had an idea… And he kind of didn’t want to hear he was wrong. He wanted it to be his parents. It would explain why Logan had such a hard time talking about them, but had so much love and respect for them when he did. “What was it like rooming with him? Was he secretly a slob in college?” he asked hopefully. Thomas relaxed and started talking about a few college stories, though he quickly veered into high school and early parenthood stories. At the end of the day Virgil had a good handful of animal sketches, an idea for his art project for the semester and Thomas dropped him off at Picani’s office. “Hello Virgil. How are you today? I heard you had a good scare earlier this week.” Virgil let out a deep sigh, sat down and started his story. Leaving Picani’s office a little bit later than planned, he felt a lot better. Or, well ‘better’ never had been the right word. He’d realized that sometime during the camp. After talking about Picani about what bothered him, he was still bothered by it. But he understood things more clearly. He felt less confused and had an idea of what to do about it. Picani never told him everything would be okay. He helped him understand what was wrong and how to either steer it in a better direction, or learn to live with it. He now felt less uncertain about wanting to give Janus a sign that there was still hope for them, even after what happened last week. He felt less guilty over indulging the people asking him out even though Roman was still very much on his mind. He even felt better about getting more information than he should’ve from uncle Thomas. It had been a relief talking about his theory that his dad had been in his parent’s custody for at least four years and that that was, maybe, the reason why he took him in when they passed. And the fact that he had at least one set of grandparents that might be still alive. He wasn’t going to ask about them though. If they held bad memories for his dad, he didn’t think he wanted to know them. It was very low on his list of priorities. The fact that his dad never mentioned them told him enough. The whole scare with the ceiling lamp was discussed and Picani left it alone when Virgil said that he didn’t want to waste too much time on it. “I’m home!” he announced as he came through the door. He heard Patton call a greeting from the kitchen and saw his dad come from the living room to meet him in the doorway. “Dad!” he called out eagerly as he gave his father a hug. “Virgil? Not that I do not appreciate you seem excited to see me. But is there a particular reason?” There were a few honestly. Knowing a bit more about how he ended up being raised by the smartest, most patient man he’d ever met had him excited. On top of that knowing what his dad was like at his age made him feel closer to him. He decided to focus on the latter. He’d turn sixteen soon. If Logan hadn’t initiated the conversation by then, he would. He could be patient for another month. “Uncle Thomas told me about your teen years. I didn’t know you were on the debate team!” he told him. He could imagine his dad thriving in that environment though. Maybe they should check out the debate team this year in between Roman’s play and Virgil’s art exhibit. Logan gave Virgil a small smile, a bit of pride in his eyes. It was rare for Virgil to see his dad proud of himself. He liked it. “Well, yes. It was a bit of a hobby of mine, as well as an attempt to get better at socializing,” Logan said modestly. Virgil picked up on the operative word in that sentence. ‘Attempt’. “You were a socially awkward nerd,” he concluded with a chuckle. He was so used to being nothing like his dad. Finding flaws and similarities to himself in the man he’d idolized as long as he could remember, it was strangely exhilarating. Logan, however seemed to misunderstand what had Virgil so thrilled. “Hey, that’s a complement! I’m a socially awkward artsy kid. Sounds like I’m your son after all!” he clarified. That reminded him though. “Speaking off. Uncle Thomas told me you wrote poetry back in the day.” “Really!?” Patton exclaimed from the kitchen. Logan was blushing. Scrambling for a way out of the conversation it seemed. “I… Experimenting with different forms of self-expression is a natural part of discovering one’s identity as a teenager. It was a phase. I would like to forget about it.” Virgil was about to argue against it, but Patton beat him to it. “Aw, but poetry is so romantic,” he pouted. And Virgil could see the way that affected his dad. Well, their date nights were about to get ten times more sappy. Hopefully going for the heart, and his ego, would work out just as well for Virgil. “That’s too bad. I thought I could make a project around your old work for art class,” he sighed disappointedly. And just like that his dad’s firm posture melted away. “I’ll see if I can find some of my old notebooks. Just ask my consent before you pick one.” Virgil couldn’t resist hugging him again. “Thanks dad. You won’t regret it. I promise.” He felt his father put his arms around him gently. A wordless “you’re welcome”. Virgil was feeling very chatty during dinner and so told his parents all about his day. They had to go to the university again tonight. Since Virgil was planning on meeting up with Prince and not sure if he’d be out all night or just long enough to talk to the guy, he bid them both a good night now. Just in case he’d be too tired to wait for them to get home once he got back. As soon as they were out the door Virgil dug in his closet for his face mask, something he wore when he was feeling sick and didn’t want to infect others. And his shades. He was going to take a chance on Prince today. He made sure he had his evidence at the ready. He’d updated it earlier that week and last night he hadn’t learned anything new. He decided to go with the same look as yesterday so Prince would recognize him more easily. He made his way to the street and vanished in the alleys. After a few minutes he found the rooftop they’d used as their rendezvous point last night. Hopefully Prince wouldn’t make him wait too long. He lowered the intensity of his cloak to be more easily spotted should someone be looking for him. Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. “Good evening my shadowy friend,” the grand voice of Dream Prince drifted through the air. Virgil turned around, his coat flaring out with the movement. “Hey there highness,” he greeted as he tossed him the evidence bag. Clear of any fingerprints or DNA as far as he could manage it, as usual. Prince studied it for a moment. “Is this…?” he sounded surprised. “A show of good will. I thought about it…” not enough. Maybe he was biased because he reminded him of Roman. Or because he’d seen him during his training wheel days. Maybe he didn’t want to be alone anymore. “You seem alright. I’ll… I’ll have your back. If you have mine.” They could help each other. Grow stronger together. Weren’t heroes always at their strongest once they learned to work together? “You do know that if I hand this in, they’ll know I made contact?” This guy. Virgil chuckled, finding this strangely endearing. “You mean you haven’t told them yet?” Prince’s posture straightened almost defiantly. “You didn’t say you were alright with that!” Was he actually insulted by the idea of reporting back to his people without Virgil’s permission? Guess he’d read him right. Good to know. “Okay. Well, consider this my permission. If I don’t want to be found, I’ll disappear Prince.” He’d find a way to avoid Prince if it was necessary. “Tell the chief all communication with me goes through you. If you don’t mind.” Because Virgil didn’t trust the chief enough to go anywhere near her. Prince nodded as he reached for his ear. “I am currently debriefing Phantom. I’ll let you know when I’m done here. Tell chief I’ll stop by with a package. Radio silence until further notice.” Virgil couldn’t stop himself from letting out a chuckle. This guy. He really needed to be more careful. “You ever thought I might be a bad guy? You shouldn’t cut off your back up like that in front of me.” Had they taught him nothing at the GTH? “You’ve had plenty chances to take me out,” Prince pointed out, much to Virgil’s surprise. “You could have let those goons get me the first time you saw me. You could have attacked me while I was busy with those guys yesterday. And who knows how many times over the summer. And on top of that. Who says my communicator is my only way of contacting back up?” Okay, so maybe Prince knew what he was doing after all. “Fair enough. So what now?” He had no idea what would come after this. He just knew that Prince reached out, and he’d accepted. The ball was back in Prince’s court. “Now… I warn you about the collector.” That sounded very serious. He almost wanted to get out before he could get involved, but a gut feeling told him that this was important. He eyed the edge of the roof. Well might as well get comfortable. “I feel like this is a sitting down kind of conversation.” Once they both sat down, Virgil put on his sunglasses and dropped his cloak completely. It was symbolic or whatever. Letting his guard down in a visible way. He turned to the prince expectantly, a little annoyed at how the dark glasses limited his vision. Prince took in a deep breath and started his story. “The collector is an old enemy of Manifestor. He recruits Gifted, and those he thinks deserve to be gifted for some kind of revolution. You and I are probably his kind of people. Young, full of potential. All that stuff creeps like that love to go on about.” Virgil’s eyes widened. That did sound bad. He was suddenly very glad he had not confided in anyone about his powers so far. Who knew if the Chief was on the Collector’s payroll? Or maybe Picani was being spied on. “So we should be careful, you and I. I want to help you out,” Prince told him as he offered him two small objects. A stone and lip balm? “These can help you hide your identity without having to use your… Do you have a name for it?” Prince wondered. Virgil wasn’t sure if he could disguise his voice. But if he did, he was not going to risk Prince being someone from school who might recognize his voice. “Cloak,” he replied before dropping his guard again. “Cloak… Cool,” Prince nodded as he showed the black stone. “So this, is a voice modulator. I adjusted it to fit your tempest voice as best as I could.” Virgil couldn’t help laughing. Tempest voice? That sounded so cool honestly. But man was it dramatic. “You clearly have not heard it,” Prince pointed out and he had a point. He sounded normal to himself. “What’s with the lipstick?” he asked. “This will paint your hair black faster than any hair dye. It’s also a very good hair gel and it washes out right away,” Virgil bit his lip as Prince offered him the items. He was not used to being helped. Not as ‘Phantom’ at least. He still struggled with it as Virgil. Letting Roman help him with his English assignment yesterday had been hard. But he had to let people help him. He had to take a leap of faith here. So he took the items and got up to try them out. “No peeking!” he warned, though he would keep his cloak up. It was more to test if Prince would be tempted to go against his wishes. He didn’t. Virgil placed the modulator on his throat where Prince had his red stone and applied the balm to his hair. He spread it out and took a moment to decide on the style he wanted to go with. He tried for windblown, though he wasn’t sure if he did it right without a mirror. “Okay, let’s try this,” he said testing out his new voice. Wow, if that was what he really sounded like then Tempest voice might just have been the most accurate description. He looked back at Prince who was getting up and waling over to him. “Okay. So… what’s the plan?” he asked, curious what Prince was expecting out of this collaboration. “Well… We could try and meet up here regularly. We might not always patrol at the same time, and you might be busy. But I could… If you are okay with it… I could help you coordinate with the cops. Like you kinda suggested earlier. Or we could like, do some patrolling together? Keep each other company…” Oh, that was cute. Prince could be insecure. Virgil was starting to think he was unshakable. “It might be nice talking someone who gets it you know? You’re my age right?” he wondered. Nice try. Very subtle. “I mean… I guess, but I’m not sure how old you are exactly,” he shrugged casually. He wasn’t going to give anything away that easily. “Fair point.” Or maybe there hadn’t been an ulterior motive. He was getting paranoid. “Anyway… What do you want?” Virgil thought about that for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be asked for his opinion. “I mean… Debriefings sound cool,” he said casually. “I’d like to patrol with you, but my parkour is no match to that walking on air trick you got…” He was kind of jealous of that one if he was honest. “I was thinking of hanging around the clubbing district at the end of the night and making sure some party goers get home safe. I’ll see you around there when you’re done?” This talk was fun and all, but Prince should probably check in with his team soon. And Virgil needed to think about things for a minute. “That sounds like a good idea,” Prince agreed as he gave him a bow. “Until then. Know that the GTA’s resources are now at your disposal through me. So if you want to get a proper suit or other fun toys, you need only ask.” And with that Virgil’s new ally sprinted of into the night. A real suit huh? Virgil shook his head. He’d have to think on that some more. For now, he had work to do.

Hero au

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[harrysgoldrush]

and they were roommates {h.s.} v

a/n: this is my favorite ones so far! i’m planning on starting a tags list for this series of unorganized blurbs! comment below if you want to be included on the list :)

masterlist

“can i stay?” you mumbled, burying your face into his neck as he pulled you close. you had come home, stressed beyond belief from your latest meeting with your editor.

you had been confident with your latest work, so much so you hadn’t even shown harry. your editor had returned it covered in red pen, telling you it wasn’t your best work.

that it lacked originality.

that it was any hallmark movie showing around february 14th. 

okay, that one was an exaggeration.

harry was in your room, digging through your closet and looking for the red bandana he had asked to borrow.

hearing you slam the door, he was quick to stand up, ready to investigate the cause of your sudden wave of emotions.

wordlessly you had thrown yourself onto your bed, face down on your pillow. harry quietly climbed onto your unmade bed, laying down beside you as he rubbed your back.

“i’m here when you’re ready.”

he listened patiently as you ranted, confessing how difficult it had been as of late, especially with how connected you felt to the outside world. it was always difficult to break away and you relied on your electronics to write.

he had left quickly at that mention, coming back with a gentle smile before he presented a small leather journal.

“i like to use a journal. like to keep it old school. makes me look cool too.”

you had laughed at that, taking the journal from him with a gracious smile. setting it down on your nightstand, you made grabby hands at the taller man who easily crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“is that your way of telling me you’re not moving anytime soon?”

“maybe,” you mumbled, humming lightly as he ran his fingernails up and down your back. “it’s your fault really, you’re an irresistible cuddler.”

“am i?”

“don’t get a big head. i’ll take it back.”

the two of you lay in silence for a while, just listening to the other one breathing. it was funny how easily harry could relax you, even on your worst days he could make you smile.

“y’know how i feel right now?” you piped up, earning a sleepy groan from harry.

“like ray lamontagne’s song. it always makes me think of you. because you’ve become such a big part of my life and i can’t remember life before i met my best friend.”

“are you a novelist?” he murmured softly, lifting an arm up so he could reach your hair. “you’re sounding very poetic right now.”

“i’m being nice, harry. you could try it.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?” he laughed before taking a deep breath. “i don’t know what i’d do without you. think i’d be insanely homesick. you made this apartment feel like home. i’d stay like this forever if i could. and don’t worry about what irene said; you’re a phenomenal writer and i’m sure she’s just trying to push you because of how highly she thinks of you. it’s stressful, yeah, but think of how amazing you’ll feel once it’s published and flying off of the shelves.”

“and what if she’s right? what if i’m no better than one of those cheesy hallmark movies?”

“then i’ll buy every copy and read them all. but it won’t.”

“i’d do the same, y’know?” you peeked you at him, smiling back at him when he caught your gaze. “i can tell you’re nervous about releasing new music but you’re talented harry. it’s clear just by seeing the books your read and the music you listen to. you just have to be confident in yourself. be sure of who you are.”

“what would i do without a best friend like you?”

something between you and harry had changed that night. he was much more affectionate now, feeling more comfortable around you. he no longer awkwardly lingered outside of your door, waiting to be invited in. he wasn’t afraid to lean on you during a late-night movie or grab your hand if either of you started to cry during the notebook.

he was always eager to read your work and had even begun sharing snippets of lyrics he had begun writing recently. you had even taken up writing ideas in the journal he had given you, smiling fondly at the first page where he had messily scribbled your name with a pen that was running out of ink.

can i stay became a commonly used phrase between the two of you, whenever you needed company or just a hug. one day when you hadn’t been feeling well, you had gone as far as throwing crumpled pieces of paper at him, hoping to catch his attention so he would bring you some ice cream and cuddles.

he was more confident, he somehow seemed to be smiling even more, and you could tell he was excited about something but he refused to tell you until you came home one day and he was beginning to pack a suitcase.

“so you’re leaving for jamaica?” you asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as he searched through his drawers.

“in a few days, yeah.”

“oh. how long?”

“however long it takes to write an album—”

“an album?” you asked quickly, eyes growing wide. “harry that’s brilliant!”

“yeah, well, it’s thanks to you. you gave me the push i needed to realize that i’m ready. and jeff suggested we fly out there to get away from everything.”

“i’ve always hated jeff, knew he was out to steal you from me.”

harry laughed and turned to face you, giving a sweet smile as he walked to stand in front of you.

“i’ll miss you too. but before you go on hating me for leaving like this, i did something.”

“something bad?”

“i hope not.” unbuttoning his shirt, your eyebrows raised as you watched him take his shirt off.

it wasn’t like this was the first time you had seen harry shirtless. you lived with him and the interest existed. but now you were invited to look, confused by harry who stood expectantly.

“what am i supposed to be looking at?”

harry gave you an incredulous look before gesturing towards his left shoulder which was partially bandaged.

“what the hell? when did you get hurt?”

“i got a tattoo!” he explained, sitting down beside you. “go on, take a look.”

hesitantly, you began to carefully take the bandages off. “i don’t know how i was supposed to realize you got another tattoo, you already have so many.”

“it was bandaged.”

“well you’re a giant, you can’t expect me to immediately notice something on your shoulder. this better not be my face, harry styles or i’ll kill y—”

your voice fell as you stared down at the familiar handwriting now permanently drawn on his skin. feeling your eyes begin to water as your throat begins to tighten, you looked up to see harry watching you closely with kind eyes.

“do you like it?”

“h-how did yo—”

“saved those sticky notes you had thrown at me last month.”

beginning to cry gently, you let harry pull you into a hug, careful to avoid hurting his fairly recent tattoo. “i can’t believe you’d do that.”

“i thought you’d like it.”

“i do. i love it. so much. but you’re a jerk for being so nice to me when i’m already going to miss you when you go away.”

“maybe we can sneak you over without jeff noticing.”

“yeah right. didn’t he say no distractions?”

“you’re right, you’d only cause trouble down there.”

“i could behave.”

humming, harry laughed and said, “i’ll think about it. don’t think we should stress him out until at least the second album.”

“can’t wait.” you smiled, twisting in his arms so you could admire his newest tattoo.

can i stay?

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[jenovahh]

The Honey Pot - Ch. 15 - Mating Dance

It doesn’t take long after those words for Zenos to announce you would be going home for the night and retiring before it got to be much later. You could feel his pressing stare on you the entire way to the limo where Ardbert waited, the atmosphere tense as you silently rode back to the estate. As soon as you reached the premises you were ordered to spill everything that had occurred while he was distracted, verbatim if you wanted to live.

There was a lot of yelling late into the night, a lot of frustration as Zenos seemed ready to threaten the truth out of you, and you being halfway done with bullshit after having to already be in his father’s presence more than what was required of you. You thought you had placated him enough to have him let you go to bed to rest, but that only gave him the energy to admonish you in the morning.

“I already fucking told you what he had said! He wants to use me as a pawn to go see if I can glean any secrets from kicking the bodyguard’s ass. What don’t you get--”

“What you do not get is my father’s motives are not so simple, you stupid woman--”

You snatch him by the collar and pull him to you with a guttural growl. “Call me stupid again, Garlean.”

“Stop acting like you are, savage.” He chuckles, pulling away fast enough before your fist can connect with his face. “I won’t let you strike me so easily, my beast.” All amusement has drained from his voice as he looms above you, doing his damndest to intimidate you. However you’re too riled up to take him seriously, throwing all caution out the window as you loom right back. “Whether you like it or not, you need my protection.” He murmurs ominously, a chill racing up your spine but you pay it no mind. “Why are you so eager to follow his orders now? Why are you in such a hurry to go run off to that farce of a man who could never match me in might, let alone your own strength?”

You bare your teeth, eyes aflame as you snarl at him. “I’m in no rush. You told me yourself not to disobey your father. But if the thought of a little competition gets you this upset, I’ll go over there in the tightest dress in my closet--” You cry out as he lifts you up by the front of your shirt, his eyes cold as ice. The same murderous intent you had seen in his eyes before but never had he aimed at you. Instinct screams at you to flee, common sense yells at you to go limp in submission.

Naturally, you do none of those things.

“It had slipped my mind how much of a fool you could be, savage.” His voice is on par with how deadly he sounds talking with his father, his grip a reminder of the strength and cruelty he had wrapped in his gigantic form. “Sometimes I fear I’ve let you go unchecked for far too long.”

With a light tut, you grip his wrist tight and swing your legs up to wrap around his arm. Growling, he tries toshake you off but as soon as he reaches for you with his other hand you dig your nails in deep to the wrist that is holding you, making sure to hit a pressure point that has him loosening his grip. Holding tight with your legs, you work yourself out of the shirt you’re in, freeing yourself. Snarling, he moves to try and grab you once more but you are slippery like water, eluding his grasp with your smaller form, dropping to the floor.

Landing on both feet as graceful as a cat, you grab the arm he reached at you with and quickly wrench it behind his back, frowning as he lets out a slight grunt in pain as you put enough pressure to threaten to dislocate his shoulder. Leaning close against him, your lips are just a breath away as you whisper into his ear,“You’ve never had me checked in the first place, idiot.”

With a firm shove, you kick him away from you, leaving him to quickly fling his arms out in front of him to brace himself from falling on his face. He remains like that as you circle around him, moving toward the door. “I am going to follow your father’s orders as much as it pains me to do anything that piece of shit tells me to do. I’m not going to have him breathing down my neck because you can’t share your toys for two goddamn seconds.” You give one glance back at him, confused as to why he hasn’t stood or pursued you. He remains there, long strands of golden hair obscuring his face from view, kneeling upon the floor.

“With any luck I’ll be too shit at espionage to be of any use to your father and he’ll stick me back with you. I’ll at least have the time to go out and actually do something for once.”

With no more to say, you stride out the home gym, not giving another glance back. The halls are still somewhat quiet as you tread down them, the morning a bit quieter due to it being the weekend. You usually did not spend every morning on the weekend working with Zenos, needing to take days to rest your muscles, but due to unforeseen circumstances, things had changed.

I need to clear my head, you think, making a beeline to your room and from there, your shower. It had become your safe place, more than your room had. As many times Zenos had barged into your room unannounced, uninvited, unwanted, he had never gone as far as skulking around your bathroom. You had begun to personalize it before you realized, a few candles lining the shelves, some used bottles of bubble bath for the few times you got to luxuriate.

While a bubble bath sounded absolutely divine at this moment, you had no time to relax and pamper yourself, needing to still get dressed in time to make it to your meeting with Varis. Starting the shower, you turn the knobs to have it fairly warm, letting water cascade over your supple skin. You knew you were to be going to the Garlond estate under the guise of training with their strongest bodyguard, but since it was supposed to be espionage…

Reaching for a flowery, pink bottle, you dump a generous amount of it onto your loofah and lather it well, smoothing the scented suds over your skin. Just the scent of it is enough to brighten your mood and make you a little more eager about your outing today. Rinsing off, you grab your fluffiest towel to dry off, heading back into your room to get dressed. You had already decided to show up in your standard uniform, having packed away a change of clothes into another gym bag that you sling over your shoulder. Taking a glance at yourself in the mirror, you give yourself a nod of approval and head out into the hallway.

Varis' "public" office was thankfully on the bottom floor, meaning you didn't have to run the risk of bumping into Zenos. You had actually never been there yourself, and had to even ask one of the maids which door it was hidden behind. Giving your thanks you stride proudly toward it, head held high as you give a steady knock on the fine wood.

"Enter."

Twisting the knob you push it wide open, greeted with a slightly cool breeze. Like Zenos’ office, Varis' has no windows, but he is not in total darkness, as it is well lit by ornate lamps that stand in the corners. The room's glow is oddly warm for the cold stare of its occupant who sits at a rather large desk on the other side of the room. Between you and him are a grouping of chairs with a table at its center, and just from a glance you can tell it's only the highest quality leather. Shelves holding books line the walls, and there is even a small bar between them.

"You may sit." While phrased as a suggestion, it is uttered more like an order, and you nearly forget yourself before you shut your mouth and take a seat. The chair feels like it practically grabs you and drags you into its softness, the leather feeling amazing beneath your fingertips as you rest your hands on the armrests.

Varis continues to scribble away at whatever papers he's looking at on his desk, and taking a good look at him you notice he's wearing what seems to be a simple pair of reading glasses. They suit his face well and dare day soften his harsh features just enough that you would call him handsome. As usual, his hair is tied back in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, ends clipped and perfectly trimmed and not a strand out of place.

"I appreciate that you at least have the decency to arrive here in a timely manner." He begins, placing his pen back in its stand. Threading his fingers together, he gives you an almost bored look, and you can see the traces of his son's features in his eyes. "I do not require you to be trained in any specific espionage for this. Simply act as you normally would and do not bring embarrassment to my name." Pushing away from the desk, he opens a drawer to his right and pulls out a small black box. As he stands you fight the instinct to not stand as well, not feeling comfortable with him looming above you.

"Within this box lies a necklace that will be recording all your conversations. It will not be feeding us said conversations in real time and instead be saving them internally where you will turn it in at the end of each visit." He informs, opening the box and taking the necklace in hand. It looks so small dangling from his fingers, but so beautiful. The Garlean logo is held in place by oxidized silver chain, giving it a blackened color. The red of the Garlean logo is made with beautifully cut ruby, making you wonder why he would spend so much money for this purpose, but to a CEO, it’s probably a drop in the bucket.

"At the risk of being rude, do you seriously think they wouldn't be careful with their words?" You blurt, watching as he raises a strong brow.

"Garlond is foolish, but not that foolish." Varis huffs out a chuckle, clearly amused. "However, his bodyguard is stupid. Much like yourself, he had just enough muscle and training to make a decent enough meat shield that Garlond snatched him off the streets. Perhaps you can use that as a talking point." He smirks, reveling in your ire.

"Whatever. Go over there, kick the bodyguard’s ass, act normal. That it?" You snarl, through hiding your distaste for him.

"For someone as simple as yourself to understand, yes, if you must put it so crudely," he scoffs, moving to stand behind you. You move to stand but a firm hand on your shoulder keeps you in place. "I do not want you to just act 'normal'. I am fully aware how closely leashed my son keeps you. Perhaps you may find a kindred spirit in this bodyguard…" His fingers flex and dig into your suit. "Perhaps you might find something else."

"If you are done here," You snap, shrugging his hand away but his other hand comes to slink the necklace around your neck. The chain is cool and light against your skin and hardly noticeable.

"If you are so eager to go, you may. I have already arranged for your transportation to and from their estate. This is a rather important mission I am entrusting to you, savage. I trust I do not need to explain the consequences should you sabotage it, or fail." His fingers drag along the exposed skin of your neck, and despite the obvious warmth of his body, his touch feels so frigid. "If there was ever a time to prove your worth, this would be it."

With one final press of his fingers into your skin he withdraws and you stand to your feet immediately, shooting him a glare that restrains none of your loathing. He looks as amused as his son would, except his expression is like a knife twisting in your gut with how disgusted it makes you feel. "I've nothing to prove to you. Or to anyone here." You hiss, making your way toward the door.

"So you say," Varis hums, walking back to sit at his desk. Reclining in his leather chair, he gives you a slow smile. "I look forward to your reports, Honey."

With a curt nod that maintains the bare minimum amount of respect, you walk out the door. Once in the hallway, you take a few steps before you feel safe enough to run through every cuss word known to you, unable to take out your anger on something physical. Taking some calming breaths, your hand glides up to the necklace that rests on your skin, frowning as you enjoy the feeling of the cool silver on your skin. You'd have to be careful with your own words as well, making sure to give nothing away or never knowing when it was recording. Something told you that the bodyguard, Estinien, was not stupid by any means, and that Varis merely looked down upon him like he did to anyone thay wasn't Garlean.

It's a lovely day outside as you step out, a Lalafellin driver waiting for you under the shaded awning. You greet him in acknowledgement, allowing him to open the door for you so that you may sit inside. As the door closes a sense of excitement bubbles within you, it finally starting to sink in that you are getting to leave the estate on your own for the first time in months. As the driver gets in the car and starts the engine, you gaze out at the sprawling grounds beneath an azure sky, missing the icy eyes watching you as the car pulls away.

The drive to the Garlond estate is longer than you think, as you have to go through the city which takes long enough in and of itself. Once you leave the skyscrapers behind, you're moving closer to the countryside, sitting just on the outskirts of Kugane. You've left the more packed residential areas behind and are left with bigger, more affluent houses that sprawl over the land. Most are as tacky and gaudy as the Galvus estate, making you wonder to yourself if all rich people had a propensity to have so much money and so little taste.

"We've arrived, ma'am." Your driver speaks up, the first words he's uttered since you first got in the car. Turning toward a gate you look toward a more modern looking home, that looks like it drew from neither Garlemald or Kugane for inspiration. All squares and boxes, it still looks eye-catching, protected by a wrought iron gate with a speaker outside that the driver pulls up next to.

Reaching with small arms, you watch as he pushes the button, that is followed by a sharp beep. "Garlond estate," A feminine voice answers.

"Hello, I am the chauffeur for Lord Varis, here to bring his son's bodyguard for her appointment." The driver responds.

There is momentary silence aside from the quick rustle of paper. "All right, you may come in. Please follow the driveway to the main entrance." As soon as she finishes her sentence, there's a loud buzz followed by the front gates slowly swinging open, allowing you inside. The driver does as instructed and follows the brick road toward the opulent house ahead of you. Getting closer, it somehow looks even more magnificent, and you entertain the idea of beating Cid nan Garlond's current bodyguard into the ground so well he'd consider hiring you.

Reaching the front doors, you see the man himself standing outside in simple slacks and a button down. Certainly not casual for being in what you assume is his own home, but definitely dressed for business while maintaining a sense of comfort. The car pulls to a stop, the driver shuffling out the seat to open the door and scuttle around to your side to let you out. Murmuring your thanks, you put one foot in front of the other and step out onto the hand laid brick, enjoying the feel of it beneath your feet. Cid nan Garlond himself offers a hand out to you, and you graciously place yours in his where he pulls you up from your sitting position with surprising ease.

He chuckles, most likely at your unintentional surprise clear as day on your face. “I may not get to be in the shop as much as I used to...but you lift enough machinery, you stay fairly fit.” He grins, giving your hand a firm shake. “I must say, this is already shaping up to be a much more pleasant experience without your employer to interfere.”

His smile is warm and welcoming, and you can’t help but open up to him in kind. “I have to agree. I must admit I had entertained the idea of pummeling your bodyguard so good you might consider hiring me while I was here.”

He releases a hearty laugh at that, releasing your hand with one more good handshake. “Why, I think I like you already, Honey.” Placing a courteous hand on your back, he urges you toward the front door where sweet air conditioning awaits.

Stepping in his home, it looks as beautiful inside as it does on the outside. You stare in awe at everything as you pass by, doing your best to follow behind closely.

“I take it my home is to your liking?” Cid questions, slowing his pace so that you may gawk a little longer.

“I apologize, I don’t mean to linger,” you giggle nervously, cheeks tinting. What a bum you must look like, the street rat Zenos calls you to be slipping on her Cinderella shoes for a taste of luxury.

“It’s more than all right. I’d rather it be looked at after all, I had it built for that reason.” He says with a wink. “I do not miss ‘home’ but I am also impartial to the native architecture. I instead favored the style I saw back from my stay in Eorzea.” He explains, giving you a whole new perspective on his home. No wonder you didn’t recognize anything about it; Eorzea was somehow even more foreign than Garlemald. Celebrities would visit from there all the time, but somehow you just...never...knew anything about it…

She watches over us, my dear. Over all of Eorzea, over your room, over you.

She?

The Mother Crystal, my dear.

“Are you all right?”

Blinking, your eyes slowly refocus back to Cid’s blue eyes that look upon you with concern. You quickly give him a small smile, scratching your head nervously. “I apologize. Just a slight dizzy spell.”

You see obvious doubt flash through his eyes for a moment before he masks it with something else. “Do you need to sit down?” He offers instead of saying whatever it was he was holding back.

“No, no, I’m fine, I promise.” You reassure him, taking a few steps ahead. “I think it was just a wave of fatigue from my earlier spar with Zenos.”

He relaxes visibly then, resuming his walk to wherever he was taking you. “You had sparred knowing you would be coming here?”

“We spar every morning,” you offer vaguely, hoping he doesn’t press you further about it. To think about the nuances of you and Zenos’ relationship was exhausting in itself, and you definitely didn’t want to get into explaining it.

Cid seems to be quick on the pick up and segues the conversation elsewhere. “I see. Well, I’m sure someone as talented as yourself knows their limits and is more than capable of taking on another strong opponent today.”

“Without a doubt, Mister Garlond.”

“Please, if I may call you by your given name, then it is only right I extend the same kindness, at least when your employer is not around.” He turns down a hallway, leading you past a magnificent indoor garden, that despite its large size, it was in no way visible from the outside. “Estinien usually has finished his own training by this time, but I believe he may have delayed it in preparation of your meeting today.”

“I have to say I’m a little excited. It's been so long since I’ve had an opponent outside of Zenos.” You admit carefully, trying not to stare at him too hard as you gauge his reaction.

“I fear Estinien could possibly say the same. Thankfully, I’ve kept myself out of trouble and he’s been more a piece of arm candy than an actual bodyguard.” He jokes, giving you a warm smile.

“Arm candy, am I?”

The two of you turn to find Estinien standing behind you, looking as grumpy as the first time you had met. Brows furrowed, he gives a threatening glare to Cid who seems largely unconcerned.

“Now, now, no need to take offense. After all, it just means you look good, now don’t you?” Cid teases, laughing as Estinien’s brow furrows impossibly further.

Sure enough, Estinien does look good. Dressed in a loose tank top, his usually unbound hair is tied back in a high ponytail, exposing the elegant line of his neck. Unlike Zenos who prefers to wear form fitting gym wear, Estinien has chosen some grey sweatpants that are baggy enough to be comfortable, but snug enough to where they won’t be a hindrance.

And if you give just a glance between his legs--

“But what are you doing out here Estinien? I thought you would be warming up for your little bout with our guest.” Cid comments as he begins to walk again to continue escorting you to wherever it was he was taking you.

“I went to grab something to eat.” He fishes out some dried calamari from his pocket, neatly wrapped in wax paper.

“Your favorite as usual, I see. Did you think to bring enough to share with our guest?” Cid asks, taking clear pleasure out of taunting poor Estinien.

“If she gets hungry I’ll take her to the kitchens,” The Elezen grumbles, frown deepening. “If you’re quite through making fun of me at my expense, I believe I can get the both of us to the gym quite well on my own.”

“Of course, I can see when I am clearly in the way and unwanted.” Cid sighs, unable to resist getting one last barb in. “It was a pleasure to share a few moments with you, Honey. Please do not hesitate to put this grouch in the ground if he tries anything untoward with you.”

You hear Estinien’s breath audibly hitch for a moment, your hands flying up to your mouth to stifle your laughter as the taller man goes red in the face. Before Estinien can even formulate a response Cid is already making a turn down the maze that is his house.

The frost haired male runs his fingers through his snowy locks in exasperation, his cheeks still a slight pink even as he glares down at you. “Ignore him.” He huffs, displacing the once bound strands. “He just likes to get a rise out of me, is all.” He grumbles, moving on past you. You give one last little titter before following along, trying not to embarrass him any further.

“So, did you have anything in particular planned for today?” You ask, following him down the hallway. Opening a door he lets you two outside where another building lies across the way. While smaller by far in comparison to the main house, it is still the size of an average home.

“Not in particular. Figured we’d just hit each other until one of us cried mercy.” He drones, his long legs carrying him across the land with ease. You find that he has a rather nice figure from behind, his shoulders broad and strong, leading to firm biceps that were muscular, but not bulky. His waist was fairly narrow, his thighs’ musculature similar to the rest of him in that it was obvious he took care of himself, but did not care about mass.

And would that you could actually find the opportunity to see if you could bounce gil off that ass of his…

Get your head out of the gutter for two seconds, girl, you mentally chide yourself, instead focusing on the rosy points of his ears. For someone so decidedly irritable, he is, it is clear he takes care of his appearance quite well. While his hair at first glance looks shaggy, it has the luster that only comes from expensive shampoo. Despite him already having looked like he worked up a sweat prior to his snack break, when he brushed by you you caught a whiff of what must be the remnants of his shower that morning.

“Well if you have no preference for how you have your ass kicked, then who am I to complain?” You snark, snickering as he throws a confident glare over his shoulder in your direction.

“We’ll see about that.”

Reaching the building, you find that it really is about the size of a normal house. When you step in, it certainly has that appearance, and you feel that somehow the meeting has taken on a more personal tone. Leading you down a much smaller hallway, he opens a door and flicks on the light, revealing a home gym that is nearly the size of Zenos’ back at the estate.

“There’s water in that fridge over there,” he murmurs, pointing lazily at the miniature fridge nestled on a counter. “You can change in that bathroom over there.”

Nodding, you go do just that, dropping your gym bag to the floor with a thud. Changing out of your stuffy suit, you wonder if you could’ve just shown up in your workout clothes and if that would’ve been offensive. As you tug your shirt off, your hands brush against the cool necklace that has lied hidden beneath your button down. Though the metal still is cool to the touch, it is also warm from having adjusted to your body heat, making you forget its presence. Reminding yourself to watch your words and mind what you say, you continue to dress.

Stepping out, you look around the gym a little more. It is similar in structure to Zenos’ granted instead of katanas and other sword types being displayed on the wall, you instead see--

“You know how to use a lance?” you blurt out, attracted to the glint of the metal on the opposite wall. Your feet carry you there without thinking, hand reaching out to touch before Estinien grabs your wrist with barely a touch of gentleness.

“Lances. Glaives, spears, and pikes. And they are not for you to touch.” He huffs, eyes hard and serious.

Smirking, you twist from his grip unexpectedly, grabbing his arm and swinging him onto his back on the floor. You pin him with nothing more but your weight, your thighs resting near his strong ones, smirking down at him. “Very well. I’m only good with swords anyway.”

He gives his own smirk, and you yelp as it grows wider as he suddenly jerks the both of you to where you now lie on your back beneath him. “An uneven fight. I believe we are both skilled in hand to hand combat.”

“Do you pin all your house guests?” You tut, giving him an offended look.

“Only those that are incredibly cocky and need to be put in their place.”

Riled up, you break free from his hold, the two of you creating space between your two bodies. He slowly slides into a crouch, arms upraised, guarded, his sneer somehow inflaming you further. “Why the face? Afraid you can’t back up all that talk?” He taunts, feet shuffling across the floor.

“I’ll show you talk--” You dash at him, kicking a leg out for his face. His reflexes are fast; he dodges the first kick easily, so you decide to speed it up. What he doesn’t dodge, he blocks, your legs coming into contact with the hard muscle you so shamelessly ogled earlier. You can see a mote of surprise on his face; he clearly wasn’t expecting you to be this swift. Smirking, you press harder, looking to break his guard.

“I think you might be too used to fighting your charge.” He growls, snatching you by the leg on your next kick. Before you can wrench it out, he’s swung his head underneath, hooking your leg practically around his neck. Standing to his full height, he throws you off balance, leaving him able to take the rest of your weight and flip you over his shoulder and dump you on the floor.

For a moment, you stare up at the ceiling in a daze, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

When was the last time you had been surprised?

You haven’t fought anyone else aside from Zenos. He has been your only opponent for months.

You had grown stale.

You had grown weak.

You had found a challenge.

You giggle for a moment, an emotion you hadn’t felt in so long bubbling up from deep within. Estinien casts you a concerning glance, did I flip her too hard an evident question on his face.

“Oh...you’re right pole boy...it has been a long time.”

“Pole boy…?!” He mumbles angrily, watching as you jerk yourself back up to a standing position in one fluid motion.

Dusting yourself off, you roll your shoulders, clench and unclench your fists. When you look him in the eye, he gasps, seeing a different look entirely coming from you.

“Let’s dance.”

It is refreshing beyond words to have a new opponent, so much so you can't keep a smile off your face. Skilled as you are, within the first hour you've got a good grasp of Estinien's fighting style, able to begin countering him with little difficulty. Despite this, despite Zenos being right he would be hardly a match for you, it has highlighted weak points and blind spots you have missed training solely with Zenos. Where Zenos often uses a mix of bulk and speed to overwhelm his opponent with sheer might, Estinien uses his leaner frame to duck and weave, able to strike you where Zenos would've been too slow. Where Zenos rushes you down, Estinien hangs back, poised like a cobra ready to strike.

"I don't think I've seen anyone smile as much as you have during a bout," The Elezen man comments as he moves to grapple you. You slip out of his grasp but he is quick to recover before you can take advantage and land a hit on him.

"Good opponents are hard to come by." You compliment, circling him as you try to debate your next move.

He lets out a rude snort. "You don't have to spare my feelings. I'm man enough to know when I'm outmatched." His lips pull into a smug grin. "But I will take the compliment anyway."

"You're welcome," you grunt, kicking out at him again, prepared for him to catch your leg. He only blocks it so you swing around to bring up the other in hopes he will be too slow. Just before he can bring his hands up to grab hold of your leg bring it back down. You smirk at the confusion etched on his face, watching it turn to shock as you dip low and sweep his feet from under him the same time you give him a hard shove, letting gravity do the rest. Estinien crashes to the floor and you pounce him like a couerl, making sure to actually pin him in place, your hand fisted in his shirt. "Do you give?"

He looks up at you in a daze for a moment, his chest heaving from exertion. Wonder seems to pass through his eyes, before it morphs into a dark appreciation. "I give."

"Good." you grin, relaxing your hold on him. "I think we've had more than a good workout," you breathe, taking note of how far the hands of the clock on the opposite wall have moved. "This has been most enjoyable, but I don't think I'll over stay,"

Before you can begin to rise, his hands grip your thighs, nearly kneading the muscle there. Your face flames instantly, eyes wide as you stare in shock at the brazen, Elezen man beneath you.

"I hope you wouldn't be opposed to making this a...regular thing." He purrs, voice so low you can feel it vibrate through his chest and therefore through you. Interest stirs low in your belly, pink tongue darting out to swipe over your lips unconsciously.

"Are you so...open with all your guests?" You ask, settling your weight on him further.

"Only the ones that kick my ass." He licks his own lips, not bothering to hide the desire swimming in his eyes. "And that happens to be a very small list." His fingers flex and you wish you could feel what it would be like to have his hands touching your bare skin.

"I see." You murmur, bending over, heart racing as your lips lie just a breath away from his. "Though if what I'm feeling beneath me is any indication for how you're feeling...I'm guessing you want more than just tips on how to not get your ass beat."

He scoffs, giving you a mean look. "Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?"

Before you can retort he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours almost feverishly. It has been so long since you've been kissed like this, where someone so clearly, so unabashedly wants you. You take the lead which seems to startle him for a second as you request entrance into his mouth but he's quick to catch up, your tongues dancing together so well it draws a moan from deep within.

As you part for air, you have to stop your hips from scooting down just that little bit further and grinding down. Usually you would be ashamed; to have more than a peck on the first date so-to-speak was unheard for you. But then again, your other needs had been suppressed for so long…

"Won't your boss find it suspicious if I keep coming over here?" You ask, arching into him as his lips trail down your jawline.

"Hardly. He already expected you would come here often," he trails off, your eyes widening at what he was not saying.

We already knew he would send you to spy on us.

"So come as much as you like." He gives a sharp nip that pulls a surprised squeak that ebbs into a moan as he suckles the skin, leaving a mark. "And if you're willing to give me a chance...I could make you come as much as you'd like too."

"I never took you as one to sleep on the first date," You rasp, unable to keep your hips from grinding down. You shudder atop him, nails digging into his arms.

"Oh rest assured, I am being quite the gentleman right now. I simply find myself unable to resist having my ass kicked by an attractive woman." He purrs, eyes half lidded.

You flush for an entirely different reason now, wondering how long it had been since someone had expressed such blatant affection, how could it be that your enemy--

Wait--

Is he your enemy--

No, no, Varis is, you're here to stop Varis, through Zenos--

Zenos--

He…

"I have to go."

You crawl from atop him, heart twisting as you flee from the building. Stumbling outside, the sun hangs near the top of the sky, giving you nowhere to hide from your shame. Whipping your work phone out you let the chauffeur know you'll be out shortly, thankful that you memorized the path Cid led you down so that you can make it out the house without getting lost in it. One would think you actually did the deed with how fast you book it out of there, feet crashing hard against the driveway as you dash through the open gate and into the tinted car.

The driver looks slightly panicked but you assure him that all is well and make up a lie that you're supposed to have been back to the mansion half an hour ago. He all but floors the gas, peeling away from the Garlond estate and back toward the mansion, your fingers clutching your necklace to your chest.

“You are back later than I expected.” Varis notes as you stalk into his office. Standing by the window, he arches a single brow. He says nothing as you all but slam the necklace down on his desk, doing your best to keep your expression blank and reveal nothing. “How did it go?” he asks as he moves to sit down and finger the necklace between long fingers.

“Isn’t that what the necklace is for?” You snap, wanting nothing more than to shower again for the second time today and crawl in bed.

Thin lips pull into a cruel smirk. “Of course. But that is for someone else to listen to and make sure you have not sold any secrets that would be...problematic for you.” He drawls, playing with the necklace in his hand.

Baring your teeth, you resist the urge to punch him in his stupid face. “I went over there, and I kicked his ass.”

“For three hours?”

“Yes, for three hours.” You sigh, exasperated. He knew you hated him, and clearly was not above dragging this out as long as possible just to irritate you.

At least I can see where Zenos gets it from…

“Interesting.” He muses, holding the emblem between his thumb and forefinger. “And would you like to return?”

It is your turn to arch a brow at him, crossing your arms across your chest. “Would I like to?” you repeat, making sure you heard him correctly. He nods. “I understood it as I did not have a choice in the matter.”

“As I told you before, Garlond is not stupid.” The older man places the necklace upon his desk, threading his fingers together to rest his head upon his hands. “His bodyguard might be nothing but a meatshield, but I doubt he is not competent enough to know how to watch his words if Garlond had debriefed him.” Leaning back, he fixes you with a knowing smirk. “After all, you have nothing of note to report, am I correct?”

“No,” you grumble, wishing you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right.

“As I had thought. In which case, if they will be so tight lipped, there is no need to expend the energy or resources of sending you over there. I’ve never been able to understand Garlond’s fondness for the countryside, as that alone makes any wish of visitation dry up like a forgotten well.” He barks out a laugh at the incredulous expression you didn’t even realize you had on your face. “Well if there is nothing else, you are dismissed. I will be sending your outing to some lackey to comb through later.” With a dismissive wave fitting his dismissal of you, he picks up the necklace once more, spinning to face away from you.

You remain shocked for but a few more milliseconds before deciding to take it for what it is and leave.

You didn’t think Varis would let you have any say on whether or not you would return to the Garlond estate, but even he could see to reason that you wouldn’t get anything out of them just by fighting his bodyguard. Thinking about Estinien again makes your lips tingle, about how well he treated you. His lips aside, he really was a decent training partner to help you work out any kinks in your defense, and you could hone his skills as well…

But you still had your commitment to Zenos. Could you really fit in waking up at the crack of dawn to train with him, to spend hours bored at work watching over him, to accompany him as you watch him murderer innocents? You had to, it was your job in more than one way. The Kugane Police were counting on you.

Feeling eyes on you, you glance up, spying cold, blue eyes glancing down at you from a balcony above. No words pass between you, but somehow, seeing him sets your heart racing, racing for so many reasons. What would he think, knowing how you acted over there?

...Why would he care?

Why do you care?

“Oh, Honey...if I wanted you, I would have you.”

Spinning on one heel, you head straight back for Varis’ office. You do not knock as you push the mahogany door open, Varis glancing up from whatever forms he was signing looking fit to chew you out.

“Do you not have manners, savage?”

“I want to continue my visits with Estinien. At the Garlond estate.”

He stares at you in silence, his face relaxing until a dark look overtakes it. Leaning back in his chair, he steeples his fingers together, teeth gleaming along with the traitorous glint in his eye. “Is that so?”

#FFXIV #ff14 #Final Fantasy XIV #zenos #zenos yae galvus #THP

[kanene-yaaay]

The end [Or ‘Unsual Tool’- 12º Day TickleTober]

Author’s notes: Heyiooo, my lollipops! A little late? Yeah. But here we go. xDD. I’m translating my fanfics to english to improve my vocabulary, grammar and stuff, aaaaand now I (finallyyyyy!) have a little free-time! So, hopefully I’ll post a little more! Yaaaay! \(^w^)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff: 

* The 12º of October, in Brazil, is Children’s Day, so I got a bit of inspiration by that and in this oneshot The Sides (and Thomas) have 8 years old! 

* Hmmm... This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Here the fanfic in Portuguese (Brazilian’s one)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a awesome Thanksgiving (or, if you don’t celebrate: An awesome day! ). Byeioo!~

                                         [~*~]

- And then they died! The end!! – Roman laughed and threw away all the toys up, letting himself fall down so they would collapsed on him. Heard the applauses and quickly put himself up, bowing to the audience, which consisted of a very happy and euphoric Patton lying on his feet, and a Logan and a Virgil with equally outraged (funny) faces.

 - ‘They died’? Is this how it ends? But it doesn’t make sense!! – Logan protested, his cheeks puffing, a frown forming in his forehead, an expression he always had when face a illogic problem, something that, living with Roman, happened almost every day.

 - Sure it does!

 - No, does not!

 - Does!

 - I liked the part where they died. It was funny. – Patton commented, smiling and trying to stop the fight that probably would wake up Thomas, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

 - No, they dying is cool, but Lo is right! They can’t do it out of nowhere! It gets boooooooring! – Virgil longed the ‘ooo’, facing Roman with the best dull expression that his eight-years-old face could reached.

 - You could have a new villain. – Logan pointed out.

 - Yes!! Yes!! Virgil could be the new villain! He has a black jacket! – Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, holding the shoulders of the group’ shortest and shaking him euphorically, making Logan’s eyes bright for having his idea accepted.

 - I want be a dragon. – Virgil showed a little grin, doesn’t seem too bothered with the shaking.

 - No! No one will change the ending! – Roman stamped his foot, tears starting to been seem at the corners of his eyes.

 - Why?!

 - Because Thomas today was my day to make the grand finale!!

 - But your ending is boring! – Virgil countered.

 - Is not! – His voice began to cracking; he began to feel the tears stinging his eyes.

 - He also said we were supposed to play together. – Logan said calmly, as if he was trying to remember everyone of this fact.

 - No fighting, no fighting! – Patton got up; putting himself between the two sides in discussion, calling everyone’s attention before goes at Roman and clumsily wipe his tears. – Don’t cry, Ro-ro! – And squeezed his cheeks, because that was a techinque, which always make the aspect of creativity giggle, but only when it was Patton.

 This time it was not different. The responsible for the end of the story sniffed and clean the remains’ tear with his sleeve, murmuring a ‘Princes don’t cry’.

 - Don’t be mean with him. – Patton, turned around to face the others two, now being his time to puff the cheeks and frowning his forehead. Virgil and Logan slowed down theirs heads, the one with glasses more for the shock due the royal side’s tears.

 - Sorry. – whispered guardian’s ‘Flight or Fight’ instinct.

 - Par-par… - Logan tried to recall in his memories the word read some previous days in a book, it was almost possible to see his neurons working. – Pardon.

 The representation of the heart stared incisively Roman.

 - I’m sorry. – He said, taking the opportunity to catch some toys as an excuse for escape from the eye contact. – What is pandon?

-  It’s ‘pardon’. – The most logic of the four corrected. – It’s ‘sorry’, but more correct.

 - So, is ‘sorry’ wrong?

 - No, it is just that ‘pardon’ is more right. It is like ‘hero’ and ‘superhero’. – The one who wear dark blue adjusted his glasses, a proud smile opening in his face for knowing the difference.

 - Ah.

 - Princes do cry. – Virgil has a thoughtful expression as he played with his shirt’s tip.

 - No, they do not! – Complained Roman.

 - But, then they weren’t babies? Babies cry. – Patton asked, genuine curiosity in his glare.

 - They were… - Roman thought a little. – But they didn’t knew that they were princes, so it doesn’t count!

 - So are you only a prince if you know you’re a prince? – One more question.

 -  I think so… - Virgil answered, this time staring ate the others as he spoke. – I mean… Is not how the movies work? You don’t know you’re a prince, and then you find out and BUM! Everything changes.

 - Yeah! – Roman agrees enthusiastically, the little past fight already forgotten.

 - However, Thomas is a prince. – They all turned to look at the mentioned child, who was resting happy on the couch. – And he knows that, and yesterday he cried. – Logan contested.

 - But he is Thomas. – The royal side shrugged as this sentence already explained everything.

 - And you are Roman. – Patton refuted.

 - … ‘Kay.

 Everyone was silent for a moment.

 - The dragon could have a brother!! – Patton almost shouted excited, glad for have had that idea. – You can be the brother, Ro!

- However, why would there be another dragon?

 - I can be the good dragon! Fugitive because our family is a family of villains, but I didn’t wanted to be a villain, because I am a hero, so I came after you! – Roman turned to Virgil, the eyes sparkling with the rain of ideas that now roamed through his mind. – To stop you hunting the hunters!

 - It would be weird have you as my brother… - Virgil scowled. – And I don’t want to be a evil villain. – He crossed his arms.

 - But he could come to bring you to the good side! – Patton gesticulate with his hands, trying to emphasize his words. – Right, Ro?

 - Yes, yes!!

 - They could be twins… - Logan dreamed aloud. – What would be their difference?

 - Hmmmm… a mark on the neck!

 - I don’t have no mark on my neck.

 - We could paint!! – Patton clapped his hands, getting more and more excited with the forwarding of the idea.

 - Thomas will be mad with us if we make a mess, and we always make a mess painting. – Logan remembered, receiving instant solution from the side guardian of the creativity.

 - We could paint with colored pencils! – And pulled one from his pocket.

 - Is it purple? – Virgil questioned, a little afraid. However, when receiving a positive answer resolved to put some of his fear aside and took off his hoodie, feeling a little shivering for the suddenly cold that lightly hit him. – Ok, then. – And turned his head, showing his neck.

 - I don’t think colored pencil will work.

 - See and lea-

 The rest of his phrase was cut off by a squeal from the purple’s lover, who pulled himself over, a wobbly smile in his face and hands in a defensively in front of his body.

 - No tickles!

- You’re ticklish?? – Patton twinkled, almost literally. In a blink of an eye, he takes the pencil from the royal side and scribbled on Virgil’s neck, who shrank even futher, falling on the floor and being quickly followed by emotions’ guardian aspect.

 - Nahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! NohohohOHOHOHoho tihihihihCKEHEHEHEHEHEHES! – His nose wrinkled and the laughs flowed happy, high and strident through all the room. Roman couldn’t help but laugh along, summoning two more pencils from his pocket, throwing one at Logan’s direction as he began to draw pictures which only him could see on Virgil’s tummy with his own, getting snorts and shrieks as a reward and increasing the squirms.

 - ROHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHohohohohohop!!!

  He squirmed from a side to side, but that doesn’t seem to work. Nothing stopped his high pinch laugh bubbling from his mouth or the unbearably persistent tickles that painted a smile across his burning blushed face.

 Something held his feet.

 - I think he should have more marks, to best difference. – And then Logan put himself to scribble random patterns on the sole of Virgil’s feet, a shy smile in his face, a little crazy shining in his glare.

 LOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOGAN! – Now yelps, laugh, snorts and squeals were the only things that his lips could proper say, his free feet kicked, but in vain. His head going back and forth, part trying to run away and part trying to hide the big and rare smile in his face. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. - NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHA.

 The tickling stopped, and Virgil curled in a ball, attempting to rub the skin to remove the remain sensations; however find to be a impossible task in trying to get that bright smile off his face, as much as the blush.

 Only after his breathing had been controlled and his mind started to think on to threaten the other three with ‘I’ll tell Thomas!’, he realized that the laughter in the room haven’t stopped yet.

 He sat, noticing that the attention had now been directed to the royal side, who apparently also needed to ‘differentiate from his brother’. Virgil felt his smile change with the new chance of revenge. He didn’t even picked up the red pencil abandoned on the floor, quickly attacking Roman’s armpits with just his fingers.

 - And his brother seeks for his revenge!! Raaaaaw! – The high, happy and care-free laughs from every side danced through the entire place.

 And we can say that in the end any end was really decided.

#Sanders Sides #Tickle #Fluff #Everyone is a child #like #a real child #sorry for my morbid humor in the beggining #Kids can be scary sometimes #Lee!Virgil #a bit of Lee!Roman #Ler!Patton #Ler!Logan #Ler!Roman #Virgil #Roman #Patton #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #English #TickleTober 2019 #12º day tickletober

[dreamingofjoon]

Stay After Class

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2.038

Warnings: Taehyung giving it to you good( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(lol sorry)

A/N.HEhehe

I’m really sorry but I couldn’t find the link to whoever’s gif this is so credit to the owner:)

Great. Another day to endure, sitting in front of Mr.Kim. You weren’t sure you could endure any longer. Like really, just looking him made you feel some type of way. His blonde hair always framed his face perfectly and when he styled it so that his eyebrows showed, there was nothing but heat. Everyone knew that he was attractive yes, but you barely said anything about it. Today was the day though. When you came in, you saw him at the board, wearing all black. Dammit, he must’ve done this on purpose. Your eyes trailed all over him, your thoughts filled with how good he looked. How sexy he looked.

You broke out of your trance and made your way to your seat only to find your friend drooling over the same person you were staring at just moments before.

“Looks good, doesn’t he?” you asked her to wake her up.

“He always looks good. Just especially today.” she replied. She was practically drooling but you understood why. How could you not over a man like that? He may be your teacher but he couldn’t be any more than two or three years older than you. You knew he was out of reach but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing.

Class dragged on and on. You were on the brink of sleep when you felt the vibration of your phone in your pocket. You looked up at Mr.Kim to make sure he wasn’t paying attention before you turned it on to find a text from your friend.

‘Why is he so hot?’  it read.

‘I don’t know but I want some of that’ you replied.

‘I know what you mean’

‘I can only imagine how it would feel fucking me over his desk’ she added.

‘Woah, where did that come from?’

‘Oh shut up.I bet you thought of it before too’

You didn’t even have to think about it. Of course, you’d thought of it too. It wasn’t something you were proud of but hey, everyone has these thoughts. Most people he knows probably have these thoughts about him.

‘You right’

‘But I’d let him go further’ you texted back after some hesitance.

‘What do you mean further?’ she questioned

‘I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. No complaints’ you texted back.

You were waiting for a response but it seemed to be taking very long. You then knew why it was taking so long when you heard someone clearing their voice behind you. You looked up to find Mr.Kim, smiling although it didn’t seem genuine. He held his hand out so that you could give him your phone. You plopped it in his hand only to hear a small ‘tch’ come from him.

“Since it seems like you want to talk to others during my class, I guess it’s okay if I join the conversation.” he said while looking down at the screen you forgot to turn off.

“No!” you practically yelled.

Your mind went into panic and your cheeks were heating up fast, knowing the page open would be your text messages. You looked up at your teacher, hoping, praying, that somehow, he hadn’t seen them. Your hopes came crashing down however, when his facial expression changed dramatically. His eyebrows shot up and instead of annoyance, it seemed like there was a spark of amusement.

“Please see me after class, Y/N.” he said before walking back to the front of the room.

Great. Wonderful. You were probably gonna get suspended or something. Maybe he even wanted to tell you how disgusted he was without embarrassing you in front of the others. All you knew for sure was that you were screwed. Majorly screwed.

For the rest of class, your head was down. Your face kept unseen, and your voice was unheard. You were too embarrassed to lift your head much less to participate in class. You were even more stressed when class ended. You wanted to leave too so you decided to try. You stood with the rest of your classmates when you were dismissed and tried to leave the class within the crowd.

“Y/N, I can see you. Come back. And lock the door on your way.” you heard a loud, deep voice say. You knew that you couldn’t leave now, so you walked back, locking the door as he said. You stood by the door with your head down, too ashamed to look at him.

“Come closer.” he said. You took about three steps forward and stopped there. “I’m not gonna bite. Come here.” he said, leaning on his desk.

You walked until you were directly in front of the white board rather than in front of the man you were trying to avoid.

“Not exactly here but that’s fine for now. I have something I want you to write up there.”

Confused, you lifted your head for the first time to find the amused expression of your teacher. He was sitting on the edge of his desk with a small smile.

“Well go on. Pick up the marker.” he coaxed, motioning for you to pick up the blue marker in front of you. Hesitantly, you picked up the marker and stood at the ready, waiting for what to write.

“I quote, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.”

Your eyes widened and you turned around, keeping your head down to stop from looking him in the eyes.

“Mr.Kim, I’m really sorry. I know that was inappropriate and I-”

He shushed you, mid sentence, automatically making you shut up.

“Don’t talk. Just write.” he said, pointing to the board. “I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.”

You quickly scribbled the phrase onto the board, hoping that he would say nothing further.

“No complaints. No protest.” he continued.

“Do I really need to write this, sir?”

Instead of verbally answering you, he stayed quiet. You raised your head to meet his gaze, wondering why it got so quiet. His expectant expression had you thinking that you had found your answer. You turned your back towards him to write the rest of the phrase.

You finished writing the phrase on the board only to realize that part of it was not supposed to be there.

“Excuse me sir, but I didn’t say-”

“No protest? No, I added that.”

You were surprised to find him right behind you rather than at his desk like before. You were surprised again to find that you were being grabbed by the waist and pulled closer to him.

“You said it yourself though, you’d let me do anything. Is that still true?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“What?” you questioned before he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was heated but not rushed, he definitely knew what he was doing. Both with his lips and to you. His hands reached down to cup your ass, making you stand on your toes but drawing you closer.

When he retracted from the kiss, he looked at you with hungry eyes. His lips pink and slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

“I guess I was right. You let me do that. Now, am I allowed to go further?” he asked in a voice deeper than usual, cocking up an eyebrow. You nodded, not sure what else to do. Like really! He actually wanted to do this! To do you! He hissed and grabbed your ass with more fervor, adding a ‘tch’ before closing in on your ear.

“You have to use your words, Y/N. You speak more articulately in class.” he said making you shiver.

“Yes sir.” you responded.

“Good girl.” he said, patting your ass before leading you towards his desk.

“Strip.” he said, leaning on the edge of his desk.

“But-” you started only to be cut off by his shushing again.

“But nothing. You see what you wrote up there? That’s what stands. No complaints. No protest. Now, strip.” he chastised.

You weren’t going to be told again. You took off the low-cut t-shirt you were wearing and your tight jeans followed soon after. You were about to take off your bra when you felt a pair of hands at your sides.

”You can leave those on for now.” he said, turning you around. He started massaging your breasts through your bra, almost making you moan. Even if you were lost in his touch, you still had enough sense to know that you were in school where people could hear. They may not be able to come in or see anything but it was pretty certain that most people in your school knew what moans sounded like.

“What, no sounds? Not good enough for you?” he asked, licking down your neck.

Instead of getting to answer, you made a sound between a cry and a moan when he yanked down a cup of your bra only to pinch and pull at your nipple.

“Ohh what a pretty sound.” he breathily said.

He undid your bra and threw it somewhere in the room before he continued to massage your breasts from behind. You brought a hand up to tangle in his hair while he continued to attack your neck. Soon, you could feel a large, growing bulge pressing into your ass.

You were surprised to be suddenly moved again. You got pressed down against the large, cool surface of his desk, embracing the feeling that cooled your body down. Mr.Kim spread your legs with his thigh and reveled in the sight of you. Legs spread, face down, and body so exposed to him. He gripped your underwear and pulled upwards, bringing it between your lower lips and eliciting a lengthy moan from you.

“Mr.Kim!” you moaned after he started moving his fingers, spreading your lips to further the depth of the fabric.

“No matter how sexy that sounds, I’d prefer you call me Taehyung, baby.”

He finally moved the fabric of your panties to the side, giving him better access to your heat. He pumped one of his long fingers inside of you at a steady pace. You responded by moaning Taehyung instead. It seemed to be getting to him, seeing as how he was finally starting to strip himself. In the back of your mind, you were upset that you were the only one who was exposed. You wanted to take something off of him but that were afraid that could be considered a protest.

You were glad to see that he took off his dress coat, exposing his arms to you. His arms showed wonderful muscle definition and you were glad to be able to witness it. Instead of taking off his shirt however, he lowered his pants, exposing a large, defined imprint of his erection. Your mouth watered at the sight, thinking of how that would feel inside of you.

“Like what you see?” he questioned, giving you a small smirk.

You nodded and he finished pulling down his boxers, allowing his erection to spring free. He ran his hand up and down his cock while staring at your sprawled form over his desk.

“Taehyung.” you whined but he hushed you, reassuring you that all would happen in time.

You were surprised to feel him push into you with no warning but you were already so wet, you didn’t need any further prepping.

“Oh, you look so pretty like this, listening, instead of teasing me like you always do. With your tight ass shirts and jeans. You must’ve done that on purpose huh, Y/N?”

With every thrust, he whispered new expletives in your ear, pushing you to eventually jump off the edge. You rode out your high moaning Taehyung’s name and he rode his out, grunting and groaning yours. When all was done, he looked around for your clothes, letting you catch your breath at his desk. When you got everything straightened out, you sat in disbelief for a while.

“Woah.” you mused.

“Woah is right.” he chuckled, fixing his jacket. “Here.” he said handing you your phone back to you. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” he said, giving you a blow kiss and a sly wink.

“My lips are sealed.” you laughed, pulling him closer.

#kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #bts kim taehyung #bts v #v bts #bts taehyung #bts #bts scenarios #bts smut #kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung smut #kim taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung imagines #kim taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine

[coffee-for-himchan]

Lyricists (Yongguk x reader)

Word count: 3.7 k+ (wow this is a long one)

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: Yongguk couldn’t quite believe it at first, but the more he read over and over again the thing that you had written and unintentionally left on the kitchen table earlier that morning, the more he was certain those were song lyrics. Excited and proud of your newfound ability to put your thoughts on paper just like he did it oh so often, he wanted to simply hold you close and talk to you about it.

He was walking down the hallway that connected the cozy living room and spacious kitchen, his bare feet hitting the cold floor with small thuds. In his right hand he was holding a cup of warm tea, and the steam that was rising from the hot beverage hit his face, warming his cold nose. He took a sip from the cup as he entered the kitchen, and gently placed it down on the table that was now at his right. "When will they turn on the heating in this place?" Yongguk silently wondered to himself as he shuddered. The only bad thing about this apartment was that in autumn, when leaves started falling and temperatures started decreasing, the people responsible for the heating never seemed to turn it on on time, leaving you and Yongguk to cuddle up to each other, wrap yourselves in blankets and silently shiver for at least two weeks all the time during this period. Yongguk was more than aware that he should've put on a sweater or at least a long sleeve instead of the almost see-through thin white t-shirt that was loosely hanging around his lean frame, allowing the cool air to nag at his skin, but the cold somehow seemed aesthetically pleasing today, or so he thought, as he took the cup back in his hands and brought it up to his lips, letting the warm liquid slowly slide down his throat. He wasn't that affected by the cold anyways, and the only thing that bothered him was that you might get sick or feel uncomfortable all the time from it. He would manage, and he knew you would too, but he just cared for you and wanted you to feel good at all times. You. Just the thought of you made him throw a quick glance at the papers you left on the kitchen table earlier this morning, and he put the cup back down, tracing the table surface as his hand reached to pick up one of the pieces of paper. His long, thin fingers slid across the few words that were scrabbled with a pencil on top of the page, and he simply stood there, inspecting everything that was written there in your pretty handwriting, even though he's read it over and over again quite a few times already upon finding it. Lyrics. Those were lyrics. And even if you meant it as something else, he refused to believe it. He slowly made his way to the breakfast bar that you both never had breakfast at, but liked to hold conversations that started late in the evening and extended far into the night every now and then. He sat on the stool, and read the page to an end, tapping his feet on the floor in the process. Putting the paper down, he leaned his arm on the bar, shivering a little when his elbow hit the cold surface, and rested his head on his arm. It's not that he didn't believe in your creative ability, he knew more than well that your mind could work wonders and that you could casually throw around phrases with deep meaning, probably not being aware of how impactful they seemed to Yongguk. It's just that he never saw any of your thoughts written down on paper. Up until today. You'd woken up very early today for work, as today was a special occasion that required you being there much earlier, but also being able to leave earlier than usually. Yongguk was quietly asleep beside you, one of his arms loosely resting on top of you. If it wasn't for his slow breathing and the covers slightly lifting up and down because of it, you wouldn't have been able to notice him, as he was completely covered and wrapped up in blankets. You admired his sleeping face a little, trying to think of a time you saw him like this, so peacefully and calmly resting his tired body. You repressed the need to embrace him and fall back asleep in his arms, refusing to let him go later in the morning when he woke up, and making him stay in bed for the whole day so he could properly rest. Instead you carefully escaped his arm and made sure not to make a single sound as you tip toed to get your clothes for the day out of the wardrobe and made your way to the bathroom. It turned out you had more time before work than you thought, because your sleep-deprived mind must’ve made you set the alarm clock for an hour earlier than needed yesterday, so you just sat in the kitchen, sipping on coffee and admiring the nice view out of the huge kitchen windows.  Not really noticing at first, you had started writing in your work journal, just scribbling down different random thoughts on paper, but when you felt like the separate lines you had written started to connect to something bigger, you got up to find a piece of paper and sat back at the table, writing everything from the journal on it. Soon enough it turned into a game of puzzle, as you shifted the lines around, crossing some of them out completely and putting others in a different place by erasing and writing them down again or just drawing an arrow to where they were supposed to be. It wasn't your first time writing these type of things, as from time to time you messed around with it. You suddenly stopped a little, as the many times Yongguk had told you about his lyric-writing adventures, and the one time he told you that you should try it out someday on your own came to mind. At some point, when he was far away and simply unable to help you, you decided to put all your worries out on paper, and, as you noticed it didn't turn out half as bad, you continued writing things over the next few months. Sometimes those would be lines, sometimes they would be verses. At some point you were actually ready to show Yongguk your new past-time favorite activity, but as your read some of the things you had written over a few times, you noticed you were still lacking a lot of skill, and being the shy person that you were, you kept it to yourself. Your sense of time was completely lost while writing, and as you glanced up to the clock and realized you were almost running late already, you tossed everything aside and got out of the house as soon as possible, forgetting your little drabble on the kitchen table. Hours later Yongguk was awoken by the sunlight that was creeping though the thick bedroom curtains and shining on his face. He stumbled to the bathroom as soon as he got out of bed, washing his face and mentally scolding himself for sleeping too long. No group activities were planned today, and Yongguk couldn't feel any more relieved as he ignored the B.A.P group chat that was seemingly set on fire with the member's plans for the day. He knew it might seem rude to read every message and still not reply, but he was certain the members could manage to go a day without him, he wouldn't miss out on a lot anyways. All he longed for was the astonishing comfort that his home could provide him, and he silently smiled at the thought of just staying in today, not having to communicate with anybody and not having any responsibilities ahead of him or things that urgently needed his full attention. Greeted by Tigger on his way to the kitchen, Yongguk smiled as he leaned down to pat his lovely dog a little, and continued his desired route right after. Right as he was about to slightly pout to himself about your absence, he noticed a page lying casually on the table, as if saying "come and read what's written on me". That was earlier today, and since then he's read it over and over quite a few times already. Though it wasn't perfect, it was something that could be worked on, and something that could be turned into an actual song, he was more than certain of it. He saw an unique writing style in your words, and saw many things that he lacked and couldn't bring out, but you could capture perfectly.  Since then he hasn't been able to think about anything else, and just moved himself from room to room without real purpose, not able to find peace or solitude until he had talked to you about it.  "What should I say anyways?" he thought as he lifted his head up and scanned the room. Did he want to praise you and tell you that you did well? Asking how you were able to write something like this might seem rude, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know if you had more, or if this was just a one time thing. If there indeed was more, he wanted to know how long you've been writing, and why you never told him.  Right in the middle of his silent debates, the front door opened as you let yourself into the apartment, Tigger coming to greet you the second your foot touched the apartment floor. "Hey, lil buddy! Did you miss me?" you smiled at your little friend and leaned down to pat him, taking off your coat and boots a little later and patting him some more right after. Yongguk found himself happy as he heard you interacting with Tigger, you two being his closest friends that he had. He slowly stood up and started walking forwards you, his mind still full with the things he wanted to tell you. You. It was your fault his mind raced every day, thinking about you in every way possible. It was your fault that his sense of taste that he was usually lacking was coming back to him slowly, because your home made meals actually got him feeling hungry, and he wondered how he could go for days without properly eating anything in the past. It was your fault he's been getting proper rest in the past time, feeling like he had more than enough energy to get himself through the whole day each and single morning that he woke up next to you. It was your fault that he was drinking tons of water to stay hydrated, and it was your fault that he one by one dropped many of his unhealthy habits, because he never felt more disappointed about himself and his own actions than when you scolded him. His ability to take care of everyone around him, but the lack of ability to take proper care of himself made you take that responsibility off of his shoulders, always keeping an eye on him. Not that you didn't think he could live his life just fine on his ow, no. You were aware that both of you at some point managed to do that already, and could repeat that if needed. You would manage, and you knew Yongguk would too, but you just cared for him and wanted him to feel good at all times. So you helped. The sight of you and Tigger together, you sitting on the floor and holding Tigger in a tight embrace as you petted his head and he smooched your face in response, made Yongguk's heart skip a beat. He stood there, at the end of the hallway, and quietly looked at both of you for a moment before silently taking a few steps forwards to greet you. You'd noticed the shadow his frame cast on the floor, so you looked up at him, Tigger still squirming around in your embrace, and smiled. Soon enough the doggo decided he needed to leave you two alone, so he freed himself from your grip and ran off, almost bumping into Yongguk on his way out.  "Hey," you simply greeted as you stood up from the floor. Yongguk's gentle hands met with yours somewhere in the process of you standing up, and you were pulled into an embrace right away. "Hey," he answered just as simply, and it was more than obvious that both of you didn't quite need to exchange a ton of words in order to prove your affection, attraction and dedication to each other. His arms traveled all the way over your body to land somewhere on your lower back, keeping you pinned tightly but gently against him. He hid his face, gently nuzzling it in the crook of your neck, the touch of his cold nose sending shivers down your spine. "Bang Yongguk, put on a nice, warm sweater, will ya?" your tone came out soft as your fingers trailed up his body, holding his almost shivering frame closer to your warm one, your arms stretching across his back and your hands gently landing on his shoulders.   "I'm fine," he said, his voice coming out slightly muffled as he talked into your skin. Only then he noticed the temperature difference between your bodies. He's never had issues telling you that you were smoking hot, but this time, when he thought of your touch, he meant it literally, as he had just noticed how cold the whole apartment was and how cold he was compared to you. Damn you, he thought. Making his senses come back to him again, as putting him through the torture of feeling things properly seemed to be your call in life.   "If you won't put it on yourself then I will. Damn, how do you manage to take care of everyone but yourself," you chuckled as you felt him press a light kiss on your neck, his soft lips stating the obvious, "Of course you will. You always do". "Babe," he quietly said, waiting for your small, simple response in the form of a hum, "I found something on the kitchen table this morning". You didn't even have to think of what he was talking about, the moment those words came out of his mouth you knew exactly what he meant. A tiny gasp escaped your mouth, and you hoped that he didn't notice, but being the very observant and caring boyfriend that he was he obviously did notice, chuckling a tiny bit at your body's initial reaction to his earlier statement. "You read it all?" you asked, feeling him nod.   "Everything?" "Everything," he said, your heartbeat increasing slightly with this answer of his. "Well.. I just... Yongguk, I-" "Are those lyrics?" he lifted his head so he could look at you, his facial expression playful and happy. "I guess so," you responded, your head still filled with different thoughts about how you should feel in this situation. "So you don't know?" he questioned with a smile, his eyes bright and burning with passion. "Yongguk, I know it's just a bunch of random thoughts and words put down on paper that I should’ve thrown out right after writing them, but accidentally forgot them on the table instead. Please just forget it and don't make fun of me, not everyone can be a writer like you-" "Baby," he cut you off, slightly tilting his head to the right. His tone told you he disagreed with everything you'd just said in the previous sentence, and you surprised yourself with this knowledge, as you never thought you'd be able to read his thoughts and emotions so well from one simple word that came out of his mouth.  "Why do you think that what you've written is bad?" he questioned, as he started slowly swaying both of you from side to side, not breaking eye contact with you even once during this whole time. The slight movement seemed to calm you down a little, and his playful smile was enough to let you know that everything was fine and you didn't have to worry about a thing. "I don't know. I guess I just sometimes have trouble with wording my thoughts and formulating them correctly, as well as I feel like this isn't a thing that I would particularly want to talk about with a real lyricist. You maybe have a brief idea in mind when you start writing, but I never seem to know what I'm about to write. I just start from nowhere and see where I'll end up after a while," you told him, and were surprised by how invested he looked in this conversation, seeming truly interested in everything you told him. "And what if I told you I actually liked what I read?" he blurted out, still moving both of you from side to side. "I'd feel honored," you told him, and smiled a little. Silence. "I still can't believe it, my baby is writing lyrics," he said with a smile, and you had to admit that he rarely sounded this excited about anything. His tone showed how proud he was of you, and you had to silently admit to yourself that him being proud about something you had done was one of your favorite things in this universe, as it made you feel so honored and special. "So you think it isn't half as bad?" you felt your cheeks burn a little at your own question. "Not at all," he said, still hesitant in his praise, but slowly giving in, feeling the need to shower you with love and compliments, "in fact, I think you did a great job, and, if you wouldn't mind, while I still have a few ideas in mind, I'd like for us to go to the kitchen and make some small adjustments and corrections to the lyrics". "Only when you put a sweater on and drink some warm tea or something, you're still cold," you chuckled a little, making him flash a gummy smile. "It's your fault I'm getting all of my senses back, I'd already forgotten how to handle with some of these feelings," he leaned his head closer to yours, making you blush not only at his words but also at how close his face was to yours now. You taking proper care of him just made Yongguk’s heart skip a beat every damn time it happened, and it sure did set him in a certain mood. "Do you know what else could warm me up?" his lips were brushing against yours now as he spoke, and you had to use all of your strength and willpower to stay calm. "I have an idea in mind," you casually said back, your lips still touching. He was aware of the effect his closeness had on you, and was amazed and slightly amused by how you never let him have the last word, even in situations like these, holding back just so he wouldn't win. "Is this what you thought of?" he said quietly, his voice even lower than usual. Right after the last word had left his mouth he graciously captured your lower lip, tightening his grip around you, ready to show you what you had gotten yourself into. You never really knew what it was about Yongguk that hit you so hard every time his lips met yours, but you couldn't quite remember a time when you both were kissing and your knees weren't on the edge of betraying you and giving out. You hadn't kissed many people before him, but even the little experience that you had made you think he was in some way special. He knew exactly how to use not only his mouth, but his whole body into the kiss - he knew the proper ways to hold you, the poses that were the most comfortable for you two and the perfect amount and intensity of his movements, knowing the times when he was allowed to be more rough and the times when he should be as gentle as possible. He knew how to run his hands up and down your sides, and he knew how to make your bodies move against each other in perfect sync. He knew exactly what you wanted by just one little peck, and by far the best thing is that he was aware of how much you desired him in these moments, never letting you get away empty handed, always giving you just enough of him so you wouldn't be left craving much more than what he had given you, which often lead to extra long kisses. He knew what to do to make you lose control of your brain, and he knew exactly how to make you slip out a moan by just biting down on your lip, making it easy for his tongue to access your mouth and showcase you all the things he was capable of.  "Hey, babygirl, you alright?" he chuckled, his face still just a few centimeters further away than a moment ago. You realized that the only thing that was properly holding you in a standing position were Yongguk's arms that were still tightly wrapped around you. With slight embarrassment you pulled yourself together, standing up straight, cursing your heart and knees for being so weak. "Yeah, sure," you told him quietly as he admired your pretty face. He sure liked the effect he had on you, and wouldn't trade it in for anything else in the world. "C'mon, let's go," he unwrapped one of his arms, letting the other one still rest on your lower back, as he lead you to the kitchen. "Sweater," you told him, still breathless from what had happened before. "Okay, babe," he chuckled, "let me just escort you to the kitchen first, I want to make sure you sit down on a chair and don't faint on your way there, I think I got you a little bit too weak this time," he laughed a little more at the playful chest slap he had earned from you. The rest of the day was spent correcting the thing you had written, and adding some of Yongguk's lines to the mix as well. Soon enough Yongguk presented you your collective effort, neatly written down on another page in his handwriting, and his confession that he wanted to use those lyrics in a future song made your heart skip a beat. When he kept teasing you about what font you wanted to be used in the song credits section of the album because your name would be right next to his all you could respond with was a request for him to make a fair line distribution for the song, as you'd still written the biggest part of the lyrics and were allowed to make such requests. If someone had told you a while ago that you would be casually bantering about these type of things way too late in the evening in the kitchen, you wouldn't had believed, but here you were. Two barely-adults with too much on their minds. What could be better?

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[ashroseevans]

Opposites Attract 2

The pain started when I was trying to load the last box of my things into the moving van. It was so sudden and surprising that I dropped it as I walked to the back of the truck to put the box in. It felt like tons of tiny little needles were poking into me over and over again over one single spot on my shoulder. I tried to grit my teeth through the pain as I picked the box back up and managed to carry it the rest of the way.

I hurried back into my soon to be old house and locked myself in the bathroom as I lifted up the sleeve of my shirt. I turned towards the mirror, hoping that I could see what was happening to my arm when I saw it start to appear. First it was just the outline. Red lines appeared on my skin as the stabbing pain tormented my skin. It was excruciating and I tried to blink back the tears that I felt pricking at the back of my eyes. The outline finished and then the worst part came.

The color started filling in the outline. Blood red appeared on my skin in globs that colored in the outline of the shape flawlessly, like someone was applying paint on a canvas. Damn did it hurt. I didn’t get to finish watching it get filled in before I heard someone banging on the bathroom door.

“_____, honey, it’s time to go. Are you all done in there?” My mom asked.

I nodded before I realized that they couldn’t see me on the other side of the door. “Yeah. I’ll be right out,” I managed to say through the pain.

“Are you all right?” Mom asked, hearing the note of pain under my voice.

“Yeah. My shoulder just hurts,” I said and covered the new design on my shoulder with my sleeve. I opened the door. “Let’s go.”

Mom frowned and looked at me, but sighed. “All right. You’re father is in the car already.”

I nodded and walked outside, trying my best to ignore the pain in my shoulder.

*     *     *

For those of you who don't know my name is _____ __________ and I’m a wizard. It’s not very uncommon in the world today to be one, so much so that there are many schools throughout the world that cater to the teaching of young mages. Typically each mage has a specialization in one specific kind of magic and they train and learn to become the best at their chosen magic.

There are celestial wizards, who can summon spirits from other worlds, Maker Magic that can allow the caster to make anything they want from their chosen element, elemental mages who use the power of the elements in combat. There are even wizards who can use a power called requip that allows them to change their weapon and even armor if they're powerful enough. There are also a few types of magic that are so old that not many people can use it anymore They're called the Lost Magics and the most powerful one that I know of is called Dragonslayer magic and truth be told, I’m one of the wizards who can use it.

But I shouldn't be.

I’m a water mage. Because of my mother, I can use water to my advantage, whether it be in combat or simple things like transportation. Water is very versatile if you know what to do with it. But then as I was learning how to use my water magic with the help of my mother, we found out that I was born with the ability to use Water Dragonslayer magic. It had to have been an innate ability because it should have been impossible because I wasn’t trained by a dragon to be able to use that kind of magic.

When my whole town found out, which was rather inevitable because the town was small and the school I went to thrived on gossip, I was teased and made fun of. I was able to handle it most of the time and my parents didn’t find out about it until recently. When they asked me about it, I told then that I could handle it until I graduated from my high school and went on to the final level of schooling.

Which was why I was moving today. I got accepted into Magnolia’s School for Exceptionally Talented Mages in the Kingdom of Fiore. It was one of the best schools in the continent and as far away from my old town as I could possibly get. No one would know anything about me there. I could get a fresh start. Magnolia’s School also had all the best clubs with all the best magic requests. I could make friends and make money towards my tuition and maybe even some left over to spend how I saw fit. I just hoped that I was going to be able to join a really good club.

I sighed as I looked out the window of the car. It wasn’t a sad or upset sigh, more like a wistful one, one that showed how much I was looking forward to my new life. The pain in my shoulder subsided to the point where it was a dull throb rather then repeated stabbing pains, which I was thankful for. I was just going to have to wait until I moved into my dorm on campus before I was actually able to get a look at it. I didn’t want my parents to worry more then they already did about these random marks that would appear on my body from time to time.

Ever since I was little, around my eleventh birthday, when my Dragonslayer magic first surfaced, random marks and letters would appear on my skin. The first things that would appear would always be little scribbles that almost seemed to be words but weren’t. Months passed since the first scribbles and then names would appear on my arm. Names like Erza, Gray, Happy and Natsu. The name Natsu was the first one to appear. When my parents asked about it I had to lie and tell them that it was the name of my friend from school and felt like claiming my arm as theirs because they were moving. My parents thought it was rather adorable that I had a little “boyfriend” and looking back on it, I found the whole thing rather disturbing.

Random words and names and phrases appearing on my skin even though I didn’t write or have any reason for them to appear? It wasn't right and it creeped me out. It still did but I got used to it. Maybe while I was going to school at Magnolia, I would find the reason why that happened to me. The teachers and club masters were supposed to be geniuses.

A small smile appeared on my lips and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t wait to start going to school there.

*     *     *

When I finally finished setting up my side of the room and said goodbye to my parents I finally got a chance to look at my shoulder. My roommate wasn’t there yet so I had time to pull off my shirt and change into something else, a simple tank top and shorts, and look in the mirror.

The design was completed, nothing left uncolored. It was solid red and kind of looked like a fairy with a tail, if one looked at it in the abstract at least. It also kind of looked like a Phoenix as well with the wings spreading out behind it. I sucked in a breath, holding it in, and gently pressed my finger against it. It didn’t hurt as much as it did the first time it appeared, but it was still tender.

I sighed and turned away from the mirror. I decided that it was a good time to familiarize myself with the school. It wasn’t too far into the new term, only about a day or two since classes started, but I still transferred late because first my graduation didn’t correlate with the start of Magnolia’s school year and by the time we were ready to move the first time, my parents house wasn’t ready for them.

I sat down on my bed and picked up the welcome packet the school had given me and started thumbing through it. It talked about the kinds of classes I would be taking, which were focusing on the use of Dragonslayer magic because I had to disclose the type of magic I used on the school application. It also talked about the clubs I could join. The top club as Fairy Tail followed by Sabertooth, Lamia Scale and a whole bunch of others. It didn’t show and photos of the club or its members so I just read the little information section, trying to find out which one I wanted to join. I was thinking about joining Sabertooth because the club leader was also a student named Sting and I thought that it would be cool to be in a club like that.

I was so engrossed in reading about Sabertooth that I hadn’t realized that my roommate had returned with guests, until I heard her speak.

“So you want to join Fairy Tail?” she asked.

I looked up and saw a blonde girl with a side ponytail standing in front of my bed. Behind her was a pink haired boy, a flying cat, and another girl with red hair.

“Um… what?” I asked.

She pointed to the mark on my shoulder. “That’s our club emblem,” she said and just plopped herself on the edge of my bed. The pink haired boy kept staring at me and I tried very hard to ignore him. “My name is Lucy by the way. I’m your roommate.”

“_____ ________,” I replied. “And uh… I haven’t given it much thought. This mark just sort of… appeared on my shoulder this morning.”

“Really? That’s kind of cool! Maybe something is trying to tell you to join Fairy Tail,” Lucy said with a smile. couldn’t tell if  she was trying to make a joke or not.

“Yes,” said the red head. “It would be nice to have a new addition to the club. I’m Erza Scarlet, by the way. A friend of Lucy’s.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” i said and put the packet down. I sat up and reached my hand out until I realized. “Wait, Erza Scarlet? You mean that Erza Scarlet? The one who can use requip magic to change her weapons and armor?”

She took my hand. “The very same. The pleasure is all mine,” she said pleasantly. “I’m quite glad I came with Lucy to meet her roommate. You’re rather delightful.”

I blinked. “Uh… thanks?” I said, feeling like she was talking down to me. I turned to the flying cat. “And you are?”

“My name is Happy,” he said and landed on the bed. His wings disappeared. “And I’m the strongest member of Fairy Tail.”

“Yeah, right. In your dreams, cat,” Lucy aid and rolled her eyes.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Happy,” I said and looked at the pink haired boy.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to meet his eyes, not while he was giving me that intense stare. So instead I focused one where on his nose. At first, no one said anything, until Erza roughly elbowed him in the side.

“Natsu,” she said under her breath.

Natsu looked at Erza before he looked at me and held out his hand politely. “I’m Natsu Dragneel,” he said.

I reached out and took his hand and started to say that it was nice to meet him before i felt a sort of electric shock course through me. I looked up at him and our eyes met and this weird feeling overcame me. Before I let myself sort it out, I glared.

“Who are you?” I said at the same time Natsu did.

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[insomniac-arrest]

Advice

show: adventure time (miniseries: islands)

pairing: Frieda x Susan, bubbline

summary: Susan and Freida end up back in Ooo and Susan is a little worried about their relationship, she asks Princess Bubblegum (& Marceline) for advice.

Ao3

A/N: hey, this is based off the AT miniseries (you can watch it here) and has spoilers. I highly recommend ‘Islands’ if you haven’t seen it already! It’s some of the shows best work I think.

Susan didn’t plan to go back to Ooo, in fact, one part of her had decided to never go back again.

Enough had happened there, and enough that she didn’t want to relive.

Nonetheless, a violent storm hit their ship like a punch to the gut, a gust as strong as a swing push from God sent them whirling off course.

It had been a year or so, but Susan recognized the bit of land almost right away. Freida looked at their GPS and rose her eyebrows, the slow smile- the one like a butterfly unfurling its damp wings for the first time, comes across her face, “Isn’t that Ooo?”

Susan furrows her brow, “I...Think so.” Frieda made a thoughtful noise and touched the back of Susan’s chair, “Isn’t that where you spent like, years? With that kid you came to the islands with.” Susan tried not to frown too deeply, it was also where her brain had been fried and she had spent some time going berzerk. Not great.

On the other hand, Freida looked interested, “There really no humans there, all just other talking stuff.” The other woman pondered, “Hey! And I could meet your old friends.” It was almost teasing, she had already realized Susan would need some convincing- and the redhead knew she would probably win.

Susan sighs, “We can visit the people I used to live with I suppose. Or um,” Susan rubs her upper lip, “Some kingdoms of Ooo if you want.” “Ooh,” Freida says not unironically, Susan rolls her eyes but turns back to her.

“They have a library princess and a hotdog princess.” Susan gives her own smile, “We could punch some monsters on the way even.” Freida gives her a frank look, “You can do the punching.” She kisses her on the cheek and Susan could have blushed her way into oblivion. “I just wanna see what’s out there.”

Susan was still getting to used to this.

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Susan showed her around Ooo after they landed their ship and fixed the haul with duct tape and some spit after it was still a little battered.

Freida said they’d need a new engine transistor soon, but that shouldn’t be too hard, Susan smiles and she really couldn’t stop herself from staring. Her little dog hat flopping up and down and hands fiddling with the wires in the depths of their craft.

There was grease across her nose.

Susan stops her, because she really had to, honestly, and she told her she would just start showing her around, there was a lot to see.

Susan takes her to a talking stream, the witch’s donut garden (it turns out you can steal them if you’re real careful) and ends up punching some rough-boy robbers in a desert on a picnic. Not a bad time.

Freida is just as excited as she had always been, starting a little collection of singing mushrooms, cool rocks and a toy that told you your future every time you squeezed it hard enough.

Freida was laughing and choking the poor thing as it’s little face bulged out, it’s flat voice speaks: “You will not get dysentery in the next 2 to 4 days... Congratulations.” Susan thinks it may be a little annoyed with them.

Susan stokes the fire and Freida rips open a food packet with her teeth and squeezes the doll again, “You will make a new friend. They will sell you a new shirt, but it won’t be new. They slept in it, there is a mustard stain on the back. It’s a ripoff.” Freida raises an eyebrow and Susan laughs a little, “Okay.” Freida says slowly as she licks up some goop from her hand.

Susan shakes her head, “Come on, put ‘er down, try my green tea.” She smiles and Freida shrugs,

“One more, one more.” She squeezes the doll again, Susan could almost hear it sigh, it takes a long time to respond.

“You will find love.” Both of their eyes go huge, faces slack and Susan coughs after a moment, Freida quickly puts the doll down.

She settles down to eat with her, “Okay, we’ve checked out most the places out here, even that treasure cave that just makes you cry. What’s in that direction?” She asks curiously as she points to the north.

Susan hums and pours her tea into little cups they found, “The Ice Kingdom, it’s always winter and it’s ruled by the Ice King.” Freida sits up a little straighter, “Ice huh... Can we go there?” Susan frowns and shakes her head, making herself a little angry thinking about it. “He’s always trying to steal pretty girls, we shouldn’t go.” Considering the very idea made her want to punch him. “He’s a dillweed. I don’t want you locked in his lame cages.”

Freida blinked at her, mouth a little open, “Pretty girls?”

Susan spills some tea out over her lap from the little pot they were using, she ignores the burn on her leg. “And uh, that ways the Candy Kingdom! And Finn’s house.” She says quickly and points west.

Freida looked outward, “A candy kingdom?” Her face lit up into an excited smile, the butterfly wings one, Susan shivers. “Awesome. Can you eat it?”

Freida always did like things like toys (making them), kids game and candy.

Susan drinks her tea nervously, “No, the people are candy, can’t really eat them. Or you shouldn’t.” She says thoughtfully.

“Even better,” She was bouncing up and down, “Candy people, that’s like, ten types of impossible algebra.”

Susan’s mouth pulls sideways, a lingering sense of guilt piles up in her gut. “It’s...not a great place. We should do another dungeon run with Finn.” Images of herself ravaging the land and threatening the confectionary people flash behind Susan’s eyes. “I don’t think you’d like it.” Freida’s face visibly falls, “I dunno. I’m, I mean, interested.” Freida offered an imploring smile. “We could make a day trip of it, a little one.” Susan shifts uncomfortably, her nose wrinkling. “No.”

A little annoyed dent forms above Frida's eyes, “Why?” Susan didn’t want to answer that just quite yet, she just grunts and looks away. “It’s bungus Freida, just trust me.” Freida tensed, “I could just take a peak. See for myself- candy people Susan!” She said once more excitedly.

Susan’s blood pressure rose, “No!” Going back meant memories of Dr. Gross, of losing it with her brain going pissy.

“Come on Su,” She almost pleads, confusion stirring in her brown eyes. “Drop it.” She hisses, “I told you, you won’t...like it.” At least, she might not like what she hears about Susan.

“Maybe I should find that out for myself.” She responds coldly and then sniffs, “We don’t have to do everything together anyway, I can go by myself.” Freida got up without finishing her tea and grumbled loudly all the way back to her sleeping bag.

They didn’t sleep next to each other that night.

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Susan ends up walking beside her through the fields the next day anyway.

“You don’t have to come with me.” Freida grouched moodily as they walked.

Susan looked away, “I want to... I said I’d show you the world.” She tried to be conciliatory, but Frieda makes a dismissive little noise and they walk in silence.

Susan bows her head, their first fight and it was her fault.

They arrive awkwardly at the Candy Kingdom, Freida is instantly delighted (‘candy! Made of people, or the other way around’), she always did want to see stuff, all sorts of stuff.

Princess Bubblegum was unfortunately around and showed them all over the little candy city. She was a regular hostess with whatever royalty had that made them gracious.

But it was still like nothing had happened, or maybe PB had already forgotten, her Kingdom got wrecked a lot she figured. That fact doesn’t stop her bad mood

Susan followed them around glumly and Freida was got lost in the little houses and tasting whatever it was the butler brought them.

Susan sighs and watches her closely, despite everything her heart still swelled when she saw her dancing around some weird new thing or hands gingerly going over unfamiliar texture. Susan was in over her head.

Freida eventually goes on some sort of banana guard tour and Susan has some room to think. And sometime alone with Bubblegum, who was in the corner of one of the common rooms with a notebook out. She was scribbling in it and Susan wonders if she forgot she was there.

Susan watches her closely, Bubblegum was an overworking monarch with questionable morals. But she was also a princess. A really smart one, she had to know something, didn’t she?

Susan crossed her arms and pursed her lips, thirty minutes pass, Bubblegum is engrossed with whatever it is, eventually taking out some beakers and ‘hmm’ing to herself.

Susan formulates her question, “What do you think about relationships?” It could have been phrased better. Bubblegum almost drops her glass beaker.

Her eyes go wide, “What?” “You know,” Susan turns her face up, “You’re pretty old,” Bubblegum scowls, “You’ve had relationships.” Bubblegum's mouth falls open, it almost worth it to see her lose some composure. Susan leans toward her when the silence becomes too long. “Please.” Bubblegum mumbles to herself, “I mean, infatuation and love are chemically occurrences in the brain, on top of stress from daily life and diet it could mean, um, I mean relationships, hmm.” Susan gives her a pointed look and Bubblegum cringes.

“Okay. Yeah. One sec.” Bubblegum says in resignation and rings a little bell, “Peps.” A little man arrives at the door, “Get someone who, uh, understands relationships.”

The Peppermint Butler doesn’t seem phased by the request and disappears quickly, Susan and Bubblegum stare at each other.

“Soooo,” Bubblegum scratches her chin, “What’s up? You and uh, that girl.” “Freida,” Susan says with a bored tone.

“Yeah, yes,” Bubblegum nodded, “Nice, so you and her…?” Susan sighs deeply, luckily a figure arrives at the door. “Peps,” Bubblegum raises her eyebrows, “That was quick, don’t tell me it’s a banana guard or Finn... I love the guy but he doesn’t have a great track record.” Peppermint shakes his head and steps aside, “She was just hanging around outside.” Marceline The Vampire Queen, if Susan remembers right, floats into the room with her hands behind her head, Bubblegum gives her a stern, questioning look.

“What? It’s almost night, visiting isn’t a crime.” Marceline says back. Bubblegum hit her forward with her palm, “Of course. Of course, this would happen.” “Okay...” Marceline glances around the room curiously, “Oh Susan, you’re back, cool.” Marceline goes to fist-bump her and Susan returns it. “How’s it going?”

Susan shrugs, “You know. Traveling.”

“Nice,” Marceline nods approvingly, “What’re you doing up in Candy Kingdom biz? Peps said guys needed help.” Bubblegum shakes her head and interrupts. “Nothing. You can’t help.” Susan looks between them, since she had a brain, two eyes, and listened to at least a little talk she put it all together, “You two were a thing.” She says flatly, “What do you recommend for relationships?” She might as well try. Marceline’s eyes go wide and Bubblegum looked at the vampire flatly, “I told you.”

Marceline clears her throat and then clears it again, “Uh, any reason for this?” Her gray cheeks were a little red.

Susan blink but Bubblegum gets to it first, “She came in with a girl.”

“Ooooh,” Marceline’s face morphed into something sly, “That’s how it is.” Susan huffed and looked away, Marceline leaned forward, “She cute?”

Susan flushed even harder, “Yes...And if you can’t help then, okay.” She went to get up.

Marceline glances at Bubblegum, “No, no it’s cool dude,” Marceline floats over to seat and Bubblegum awkwardly joins her on the pink couch in the room.

The air is thick with stiffness, Susan is now invested in seeing what they come up with.

Bubblegum blinks, tightening her ponytail and sitting straight-backed, “Communication.” She says clearly, “You have to talk about how you feel and-”

Marceline elbows her roughly, “She doesn’t want that textbook talk Bonnie, she wants the real talk.”

Bubblegum crosses her arms and scowls at the vampire, rubbing her side, “What’s your ‘real’ talk?”

Marceline bounces her eyebrows up and down and Susan pays attention, Marceline briefly licks her lips, “Don’t let it get boring.” “Oh my glob,” Bubblegum looked decidedly up at the ceiling and curses.

“What? I’m not bashing you, it was never boring B.”

Bubblegum looked back at her lap, “It’s not all rollercoasters and pillow talk though. You can’t just...always be together. Responsi-”

“Pfft,” Marceline interrupted, “Not that again. Look, Susan, do what you want, if you can’t make it work then you can’t make it work.” Susan frowns and looks between them, “That’s not true.” She says resolutely, slowly, “You have to work at it.” She couldn’t believe she was teaching them this, they slouched down on the couch, “I mean, I want to make it work.” She suddenly wanted to see Freida right then and there. Marceline looked slightly uncomfortable, “That’s, that’s fair.” Bubblegum looked at her lap, “Yeah.” She breathed gently, Marceline sat stark-upright.

“Physicality!” She burst out, “See that’s the deal, you’ve got to seal the deal.” Susan figured she wanted to change the subject.

Susan bites her lip, “Okay.” She takes note, “I guess we haven’t done that yet.”

Marceline nods earnestly, her head bobbing her head up and down in a hurry. “Romance them and junk, then bend her back real deep and do the kiss-dip.” Marceline narrowed her eyes, “With tongue.” Bubblegum's mouth fell open, “Marceline that’s obscene.” Marceline pouted, “Blah, blah, sure Bonnie... It’s not like that worked on you anyway.” Bubblegum wrinkled her nose, “I didn’t say like that…” She seemed off put by herself, she turns back to Susan after an awkward pause. “Whatever. Just say you're sorry if something went wrong and maybe, maybe,” She blushed a deep red, Marceline seemed to pay attention. “And maybe the kiss thing.” “Uh-huh,” Susan was ready to leave, she was feeling a lot better about her relationship after seeing these two. She was a little embarrassed for them.

Marceline kicked Bubblegum gently, “Should we show her? She looks new to the whole thing.” Susan makes a face. “No!” Bubblegum threw her hands in the air, “Of course not, we can’t show her.”

Marceline gave a half-smile, “Just ‘cause you’re a goody-goody doesn’t mean Susan should suffer for it.” Susan felt very invisible at that moment. Bubblegum was rising to the bait, “I’m not.” Marceline wiggled her eyebrows, “Is that a no?” Bubblegum mechanically took Marceline’s face in her hands, she suddenly made hard eye contact with Susan. “Watch the angle of my head and how I avoid bumping noses.” Bubblegum took Marceline’s face, who looked genuinely elated, Bubblegum pushed their mouths together. It looked awkward, PB appearing a little too focused and force, nonetheless, Marceline flipped their positions and kissed her down into the couch- a little more natural. 

Susan literally got back up as soon as possible and snuck out of the room as they made out like emotionally-stunted teenagers on the couch.

So that was unhelpful.

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Susan found Freida playing king of the mountain with the banana guards on a low hill, the guards were falling over themselves and Freida was cackling on the very top.

“Hey,” Susan waved immediately, Freida pushed her red bangs back into her hat and grimaced at her, Susan flinches. “I’m sorry.” She says immediately.

Freida tilts her head to the side, “Don’t have to-”

“I want to do everything with you,” Susan tried to climb the hill after her, pushing the banana guards away easily as they tried to bombard her, “But I had some bad memories here. I didn’t want to tell you...my brain went all wonky from the implant.” She sighs, “I hurt some people.” Frieda’s face goes soft, maybe the very first thing Bubblegum said was not so off.

Her lips turn up butterfly smile, that one. “Sue. Ohmystuff, why didn’t you say so?” She touches Susan’s face, Susan leans into it. “I wouldn’t be mad. You’re like you’re my favorite person here.” She beams. Susan looks down at her delicately, she was so small. “Favorite person where?” “Everywhere!”

Susan laughs and spins her around, Freida yelps but lets herself be swept up with a low “Noooo.”

They laugh until Frieda struggles down, standing on top of Susan’s feet as her hair fell loosely around her face and the light played over her eyelashes like fairy dust. Susan’s entire chest flutters, she can’t help it, she dips her, leaning her back on the little hill and pressing closer. “I’m King of the mound.” She whispers.

“What?” Freida seems dazed.

“You’re feet are off.” Freida’s mouth fell open and she threw her hands up, “No fair.” Susan shrugs and dips down, “Losers have to kiss.”

Freida gets a twinkle in her eye, “Good thing that’s both of us.” she wraps her arms around Susan’s neck and pulls, she hauls her down for a messy kiss, deep and thorough with the gentlest bite.

Susan grins into it and her heart bangs like a drum in her chest, dang.

Freida eventually pushes her off the hill and Susan cries out in surprise, the other girl pushes her down to kiss again. It’s like a dream, a heady one.

“Bon!” She eventually hears the voice Marceline call from the castle window, “They totally went for it.” Susan rolls her eyes, but gives her a quick thumbs up, “Woooo!” Marceline cheers, her shoulders bare and face lit up.

“Marcy, get back in here.” Susan watches the vampire get yanked away from the window, Susan shakes her head and lets the confused piece of gum and vampire figure it out. She looks back to the girl in her arms.

“Let’s get out of here.”

They stand up and Freida takes her hand, “I suppose, alright, I hear we have places to go.” She winks, “I’d like to see it all.” Susan nuzzles her neck, “I’d like to take you there.” Freida huffs as they walk, “Don’t be cheesy.” Susan picks her up bridles and carries her, “I’m not hearing a no.” She carries her back to their ship and Susan at least feels a little more done, a little more ready to leave. Frieda sits on her lap when Ooo becomes a speck in the distance and they keep flying.

She finds a mechanical note from Bubblegum in the ship, it justs says ‘good luck.′

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