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slasherhaven · 2 years

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Won't Say I'm in Love

Did anyone ask for this? No, but here ya go anyway!

Song Inspiration: I Won't Say I'm in Love - Hercules (we love a little cliché from time to time)

Flashbacks are in Italics.

Otis Driftwood X Female Reader

Surely anyone currently lounging around the Firefly residence had heard you arrive, heard the way you slammed the front door shut and stomped into the living room. Hoping to find somebody to complain too, to let out some frustration with.

"Hell, another shitty date?" Otis barely even has to ask as you stormed into the living room, raising an eyebrow at you.

"'course it was, it always is. Seriously, do I just attract these idiots?" you asked rhetorically, pulling off your jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch. "Every date I've been on for months have just...fucking sucked. They're either boring or just the absolute worst. Even if they're slightly less awful...it just never feels right" you complained as you dropped down onto the couch with Otis.

"'cause ya always go for assholes" Otis claimed with a small shrug.

"Have you met the men around here?" you scoffed. "Show one decent man and I'll take him" you sighed, sinking into the back cushions of the couch.

"A decent man wouldn't want ya" Otis teased.

"Haha, very funny" you huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"You'd get bored with a decent man anyway" he shrugged, turning a little more serious.

"I said a decent man, not a boring man" you corrected him.

"Same thing" he scoffed, shaking his head at you. Like he found the idea of you finding yourself a decent man to be ridiculous, maybe it was. Just look at the company you kept, you couldn't even be described as decent anymore.

"Fine. Show me a man that will be decent to me and I'll snatch him up" you changed your wording to something more realistic, something that was more important to you.

"Weren't you supposed to be on a date? Back a little early" Baby asked, grabbing your attention as she walked into the room.

"Ugh, don't remind me" you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

"What happened this time?" Baby asked with a small chuckle, finding your dramatic reaction amusing.

"Man got fucking wasted. Not usually much of a problem, 'till he started puking all over the bar" you told her, dragging your hands down your face before dropping them back into your lap.

"Holy shit, that sucks. What did you do?" Baby cringed a little.

"I got the fuck out of there, what do you think I did?" you scoffed before muttering, "still better than the last date I went on."

"Oh, the guy with the motorcycle?" she recalled, nodding in agreement. She remembered the stories you came back with that night.

"Honestly by the end of the night I was more attracted to the motorcycle than him" you stated matter-of-factly, making Baby chuckle. "Seriously, it was a damn nice bike. Shame he was the biggest asshole I've ever met. And that says a lot since I know your brother" you teased, nudging Otis' arm with your own.

"Fuck off" he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you and making Baby laugh again.

"Hey, you'll find someone. Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places. Maybe the man for you is right under your nose" Baby suggested playfully.

"Under my nose? I spend most of my time here, who could be right under my nose?" you frowned. "Tiny? He's too good for me, I'd break his heart" you sighed, shaking your head.

"I weren't talkin' about Tiny!" Baby laughed, grabbing a cushion off of the armchair and throwing at you. You just laughed along, batting the projectile away.

"Do you guys mind if I crash here for the night?" you asked, looking between the siblings.

"As if you don't crash here nearly every night" Otis rolled his eyes.

"Mama makes a mean breakfast" you shrugged with a smirk.

"Sure, the food is why you hang around" Baby rolled her eyes. "But I'll grab ya some pillows and a blanket" she kindly offered before leaving the room.

"Hey, at least I won't die completely alone" you mused, turning to Otis, "I have you guys."

"Yeah, guess you'll always have us" Otis agreed as he stood from the could, patting your shoulder, "you're family."

You couldn't help the small smile as you watched him leave, he always had a way of putting you in a good mood, of making you feel comfortable, like you were home. Realising your mind was beginning to wander, you shook your head and glanced down at your hands.

Otis couldn't have been the one right under your nose that Baby was talking about, right? She couldn't possibly know about the feelings you had been developing lately, could she?

No, you did not have feelings for Otis. You couldn't. He was your best friend. Plus, you were just asking for a decent man and Otis was far from decent. Hell, as if that actually mattered for you. Either way, it was too cliché and it would ruin too much. You did not have feelings for Otis.

Shaking your head again, you would thankfully soon be distracted from your thoughts when Baby returned with your bedding.

"That's it, I'm fucking done" you stormed into the house, which had unfortunately become a common occurrence recently. "I'm done dating. I'm just gonna get a bunch of cats" you announced, finding Otis in the living room, already smirking in amusement at you.

"They'd probably leave ya too" Otis shrugged, his smirk growing.

"Please, test me. I'm really in the mood to hurt someone" you deadpanned.

"Well, shit" Otis chuckled before asking, "what happened this time?"

"...fucker didn't show up" you muttered, sounding genuinely hurt, as you joined him on the couch. For some reason your date not even showing up felt worse than just going on a bad date.

"What?" Otis turned to you, a slight frown on his face.

"Sat waiting around for nearly an hour, not a text or anything" you told him.

"What then?" he prompted.

"I blocked him and came here" you shrugged. The Firefly house was the only place you wanted to be during times like this, Otis was the only person you wanted to spend your time with when you felt like this.

"I'd just give up if I were you. It's a waste of time, ya ain't even getting laid at this point" Otis advised, putting on an air of disinterest.

"I haven't been getting laid for months" you informed him, which seemed to surprise him. "I'm done with shitty men" you finally decided once and for all.

"Good, you're gonna have gone out with every man in the state if ya keep it up" the teasing tone in Otis' voice returned, making you roll your eyes but also manage to tug at the corner of your mouth.

"Looks like it's time to move states then" you sighed dramatically.

"Aw, you're leavin' us just like that" Otis pouted.

"Nah...couldn't leave all of you" you confessed, they were family to you. "I might just marry Mama, at least she'd feed me" you shrugged.

"You're just using her for her food" Otis scolded, making you chuckle.

"Seriously, Otis...I'm done. I ain't looking for it anymore. If it comes around, fine, but I'm done trying" you told him seriously, meaning every word.

"Hey, maybe Baby was right...maybe you're just lookin' in the wrong places" he suggested with a small shrug.

"You got a map that can help or something?" you asked, looking to him for a response.

You stayed silent as Otis scanned your face, his pause making you frown slightly. "Think I could draw one up for ya" he finally spoke.

You could only give him a confused smile, chuckling slightly, because you didn't really understand what that had meant. However, you were too drained to question him about it.

"...wanna watch a movie or something?" you asked, deciding that would be a much better end to the day than thinking about some asshole who didn't even show up.

"Sure. You pick one out, no borin' shit, and I'll grab us some drinks" Otis agreed.

"Thanks" you grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek before hopping off of the couch and rummaging through the family's movie collection.

By the time Otis returned with the drinks, you had loaded up the movie. You returned to your seats beside each other on the couch, sipping on your beers. It wasn't long before you let out a sigh, laying your head against his shoulder as you watched the screen.

It wasn't like Otis to enjoy quiet nights in, it wasn't really his speed, but he figured he could get used to this every now and again.

As the movie played you found it more and more difficult to pay attention, finding yourself glancing at Otis more often than not. Watching his reactions, his little chuckles and grunts of displeasure. A small smile played on your lips as you watched him, slowing beginning to think back to a conversation you had with Baby only the other day.

"You like Otis!" Baby exclaimed, her eyes wide. The two of you had been sitting in her room, you had been helping her reorganise her cluttered room.

"What? No I don't" you laughed at the absurd accusation.

"Yes you totally do!" Baby insisted. "You went all gooey when he came in" she accused.

"I did not go 'gooey'" you scoffed. You didn't go 'gooey' over anyone.

"You were practically giving him heart eyes" she rolled her eyes at your stubbornness before frowning dramatically, "which is really gross by the way, he's gross."

"Exactly, which is why I don't like him" you mused.

"I think you're in love with him" she teased, almost in a sing song type of voice.

"Christ, that's a jump, Baby" you laughed, wondering how she made those leaps.

"But you're blushing!" she grinned, pointing at your reddening face.

"You're embarrassing me!" you excused your reaction, it was her attention and accusations that were embarrassing you, nothing else.

"Because it's true!" Baby continued, "just ask him out or somethin', then I don't have to watch you both giving each other googly eyes all day."

"I am not in love with Otis" you argued, shaking your head at her. You couldn't believe you were even having this conversation.

"I'm not buying it. I know you both too well, you're in love" she wiggled her eyebrows at you, giggling to herself.

"Very mature, Baby" you rolled your eyes, trying to busy yourself with something else. Anything else.

"Hey, you're the one acting like a kid with a crush. Grow up and asking him out" she scoffed.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" you asked, turning to her, confused by her sudden insistence on the matter.

"Because you're my best friend! I want you to be happy, even if it's with my brother" she sounded sincere, and you couldn't really be mad at her for that explanation...

"Whatever you say, Baby" you just shook your head, hoping to just dismiss the conversation.

"You're in love"

"Baby!"

"What? I got somethin' on my face?" Otis' voice brought you back to reality, suddenly remembering where you were. Sitting on the couch with Otis, who was now looking at you curiously.

"Huh? What? No" you frowned, shaking your head.

"Y'starin' at me" he informed you, smirking slightly.

"Oh, sorry...just kinda zoned out" it wasn't a complete lie.

"Thinking about the guy who stood ya up?" he asked, voice hardening slightly.

"Who?...oh, no...no, wasn't thinking about him" you told him, turning your focus back to the screen, hoping that he couldn't see your blush.

"Good, he ain't worth thinkin' about. If he's gonna disrespect ya like that, he don't know what you're worth. Son of a bitch could at least show up before he disappoints ya, at least it saved ya some time" it was rare that Otis was sincere, even with you or the family, but it only made it mean so much more when he was.

"...thanks, Otis" you smiled softly, looking to him again.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. Must be feelin' sentimental" Otis joked but only made you smile more.

"Wanna watch the remake after this?" you asked, already knowing what his answer would be but it would lighten the mood.

"Yeah, lets watch a critical point in horror cinema and then watch it's defective clone that's missing a soul" he raved, sounded almost offended by the mere suggestion.

"I'll take that as a no" you chuckled at him, being one of the few people (possibly the only person) who enjoyed his little rants.

"Think you're just tryin' to piss me off now" Otis accused, his suspicions confirmed when you just smirked at him. "I'm pickin' the next one, I actually have taste" he insisted, making you laugh.

As Otis changed the movie, you watched him with a grin on your face. Realising just how hard you were smiling, you shook your head and cleared your throat.

No...this was ridiculous, he was your best friend.

"Now get ready for some real scares" Otis warned you as the opening began.

"Oh please, I know the Fireflys, nothing can scare me" you scoffed, making him chuckle.

Without another word, Otis dropped himself down beside you, throwing am arm over your shoulders like it was nothing. You tensed a little at the initial contact before relaxing and leaning into his side, resting your head against his shoulder again.

Okay, so maybe you were scared of one thing.

Otis laughed at the opening death scene, making you look up at his face again, taking in his side profile as he focused on the screen. You couldn't supress the soft smile on your face, you liked when he smiled, when he laughed, even if it was at some campy death scene in some niche movie.

Alright, you couldn't lie to yourself any longer but you could lie to everyone else. You wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud, but you were in love.

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avnkin · 4 years

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Shake On It [ d. malfoy ]

Author’s Note: I originally planned on posting this as just one long fic buuut instead i’m going to do a mini series, ya know torture you guys just just a lil bit (gif is not mine) also I got all the information about the potions and the ingredients from harry potter wiki and of course I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, some bullying and asshole!draco.

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the hp storyline for example it takes place in sixth year but there’s no Voldemort so Dumbledore doesn’t die etc.

You’d never been much for the ‘social scene’ you just didn’t find enjoyment in the same things your classmates did, so you never really had a big friend group, your only acquaintance having been Irma Prince… The librarian.

That was until your second year when Hermione Granger came into your life like a ray of sunshine brightening up the dark loneliness that had consumed you your first year.

She introduced you to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, although you were never as close with them as you were with Hermione you still couldn’t be more grateful for your newfound friend group, especially since you now didn’t have to endure Draco’s and his fellow Slytherin classmates torment alone.

You were and had always been an easy target for Draco and his entourage since you never really stood up for yourself, instead choosing to ignore how he continuously called you ‘a blood traitor’ for hanging out with ‘the likes of Hermione’ which you never understood, how was someone different from him just because they didn’t have magical parents?

It was a well-known fact that Draco’s father Lucius Malfoy was the cause of his attitude towards muggle-borns, you truly believed that man didn’t have a kind bone in his body.

You remembered once when you’d arrived at platform 9¾ after your third year Draco went to greet his parents and whilst Narcissa (his mother) gave him a big welcoming hug, embracing her son after not having seen him for many months Lucius simply stared down at him with a glare that could only be described as disgust and disappointment before turning and walking away without as much as a greeting to the platinum blond.

Still, that didn’t excuse Draco’s foul behaviour, he was old enough now to have his own opinions and morals and he didn’t seem to be planning on changing them anytime soon.

You were now in your sixth year and unsurprisingly nothing had changed, Draco was still the same arse he’d always been, but as the years went on it was getting progressively easier to ignore him since you’d gotten so used to it.

It almost felt like it had become a part of your daily routine for him to yell something degrading in the hallways, mostly directed at you or Hermione or whatever Gryffindor he felt like bullying that day.

Intently focusing on the potions book that laid opened before you, you carefully followed the detailed instructions, not wanting to get a single thing wrong since you needed at least an outstanding in this class to keep up your average.

The last part was to add: ‘One drop of Unicorn blood’

You grabbed the flask that contained the silver liquid and as steadily as possible you leaned the bottle over your cauldron, letting a small drop slip past the edge and into the black water, but as you began leaning back Pansy Parkinson ‘accidentally’ bumped into you causing the entirety of the bottle to spill into your potion.

You glared up at her as you watched the black liquid turn sickly green instead of sparkly blue as it should. She shrugged her shoulders innocently, before walking back to the station she shared with Draco who greeted her with an amused smirk before turning back to his work.

“Try not to think too much about it” Hermione’s comforting voice sounded from beside you. “I’m so sick of those two” you argued pouring the remaining containments of the cauldron into a sink, now having to start the entire potion all over again.

“I know, I am too” Hermione frowned glaring at the two Slytherins who didn’t even bother to look over at her.

“Miss Y/L/N weren’t you nearly finished a couple of minutes ago?” Professor Slughorn’s voice could be heard from behind you as he looked over your shoulder, an unimpressed look on his face.

“Uh- yes sir it’s just I accidentally put too much Unicorns blood and had to start over again” you lied looking into the now-empty cauldron before you, glaring at Pansy once you heard her quiet laughter from the other side of the classroom.

“Well alright, but I’d hurry if I were you, I’m afraid you’re running a bit short on time” he smiled before moving on to the students sat in front of you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Hermione frowned once Slughorn was out of earshot, you gave her a knowing look having had this conversation with her on more than one occasion.

Tattling on them wouldn’t change anything it would simply make their torments increase and you didn’t need that, especially with the N.E.W.T.S coming up you didn’t want anything distracting your studies.

Despite having been interrupted by Pansy you managed to be the only one who brewed the potion right and the displeased scowl placed on Pansy’s face as she watched you get praised by the teacher and the rest of the class was nothing but amusing.

Once you were finally dismissed, you were walking alongside Hermione down the long corridors leading to the Great Hall when someone again bumped into you causing all the books you’d been clutching between your arms to go flying towards the ground and you along with them.

“What a klutz” you heard the familiar squeaky voice of Pansy Parkinson, you hurriedly got back up onto your feet whilst Hermione picked up the remaining books that had sprawled all across the stone floor.

“You did that on purpose” you growled charging at Pansy who cowered away from you as you neared her but once she noticed Draco was watching she stopped dead in her tracks, a side smirk resting on her lips before she tilted her head to the side.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she innocently smiled before walking around you and back to Draco who held an emotionless expression on his face as he walked with her down the hall.

“Bitch” you mumbled underneath your breath just before Hermione came running up to you. “Are you okay?” she faintly smiled before handing you your things.

“Fine” you deadpanned before the two of you began walking back down the hallway again.

Once you’d made it into the Great Hall you immediately spotted Harry and Ron a smile on your face as you took a seat next to Harry, and Hermione the one next to Ron the previous events being long forgotten as you distracted yourself with the comforting company of your friends.

“Since when did Y/L/N and Potter become so close?” Draco’s face held a scowl as he watched the two of you interact from afar, he truly didn’t know why it bothered him, but for some reason it did.

“Why do you care?” Pansy replied as she began shifting in her seat to move closer to Draco who almost instinctively moved away causing a bright red tint to appear on her cheeks as she hurriedly moved back to her original seat.

“I don’t” he simply replied tearing his eyes away from you and Harry as he began playing with his food.

“You know what I think” Blaise raised an eyebrow as he daringly stared Draco down, “I think Malfoy’s gone soft” Blaise finished, the words earning loud snickers from the students sat next to them.

Draco’s stomach churned in anger at the words of his best friend throwing the boy a nasty glare before turning back to his food, but Blaise didn’t intend to stop there.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you never pick on her anymore and you always get really defensive whenever- “

“Shut the hell up Blaise” Draco commanded and even though Blaise knew he was skating on thin ice, Draco’s fury only seemed to egg him on further as his eyes wandered towards the Gryffindor table to look at you.

"You know what Malfoy since you claim you have no feelings for her at all I dare you to break her heart"

"What?" Draco questioned genuinely confused at his friends' statement. "Make her fall in love with you and then dump her" Draco looked over at Pansy who seemed almost giddy at the suggestion, of course she'd be happy about this.

Draco thought about it for a moment, he knew that if he didn't do this he'd never hear the end of it, and keeping up his 'I don't care about anyone but myself' attitude had served him well over the years so as he weighed out the pros and the cons it seemed the cons were outnumbered and without a second thought he reached his hand out to Blaise.

"You've got yourself a deal" Draco spoke as they shook hands "and when I win, you'll be my personal servant for the rest of the year" Draco finished as he pulled his hand back causing Blaise's cocky facial expression to quickly drop.

"Fine but when I win, you have to do my homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts till we graduate" Draco rolled his eyes but nodded as he let his hand fall back into his lap.

He stared at you watching as you laughed at something Harry said and couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt knowing what he was about to do, but he shook the feeling away engaging back in the conversation of his friends, pushing all thoughts of you into the back of his mind.

The following week Draco still had yet to make his move on you. He was brainstorming ideas as he made his way to Potions, none of them good enough to follow through with but when he’d finally made his way into the classroom, he went to walk over to Blaise like he usually would but instead he found himself staring at the empty seat next to you.

He looked over at Blaise who was already quizzically staring at him. Draco mouthed a ‘watch this’ in return before he made his way towards you, grabbing a hold of the chair next to yours he stared down at you before asking.

"Is this seat taken?"

You looked up from your book turning to greet who you thought would have been Harry or Ron but instead, you were met with a pair of grey eyes you were not expecting to see, your mouth slightly parting as you stared wide-eyed at him.

"Yes actually-" you began but he had already sat down before you'd been able to reply, placing his backpack on the floor below him.

You raised an eyebrow at the blond, to which he replied by smiling over at you acting as if him sitting there was the most normal thing in the world.

"Do you mind?" you finally managed to choke out as he turned to face you.

"No, not at all" your eyes went wide at his words as you frantically began looking around the classroom for Hermione.

Once you made eye contact with her, you gave her a pleading look silently begging for her to help you, but she only took a hesitant seat next to Neville shrugging her shoulders indicating that there wasn't much she could do.

You grabbed the handle of your backpack beginning to stand up when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from moving any further.

"Seems like all the other seats are taken Y/L/N" you frowned at his words turning your head to look around the classroom and sure enough there wasn't a single seat available.

You glared at him before ripping your hand out of his grasp and reluctantly sitting back down.

"Good morning" Slughorn's voice could be heard as he made his way towards the front of the classroom.

"Today we'll be working in pairs so whoever you're sitting next to is your partner for this assignment" your eyes widened in horror at his words as you glanced over at the Slytherin clad boy next to you.

"You're going to be writing an essay on the properties of Moonstone and its uses in Potion making" why did he have to announce this assignment today of all days?

You again looked over at Draco who seemed to be smiling, why was he happy about this? You placed your head in your hands as your mind began to wander, this was probably some stupid plan he and his friends had made to get you to fail the class.

"Professor" you eagerly raised your hand "is it too late to change partners?" you asked, silently begging for him to say no so you could work with Hermione or anyone else for that matter.

"Well I'm afraid everyone else seems to be taken Miss Y/L/N, I'm sure you and Mister Malfoy will be just fine together" you felt a flash off anger as you turned to look at the boy sat next to you.

"I swear if this is your idea of some sort of sick joke Malfoy, I'll hex you into oblivion" you threatened not daring to break eye contact with him, smirking once you noticed his taken aback expression.

"Y/L/N calm down, It's not a joke? You're the best at Potions in our year so I wanted to see if you'd be willing to work together but doesn't look like you have much of a choice now" he shrugged his shoulders; something was definitely off about this.

"So, you couldn't just ask me before we got to class?" his eyes seemed to widen a bit as he thought of a response but you continued before he had the chance to say anything "because I would have said no" and with that, you turned away from him pulling a piece of parchment out of your backpack along with your quill so you could start planning the next few weeks.

As it was nearing the end of the class you and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since you'd shut down all his attempts of starting a conversation, not having been interested in anything he had to say.

When class was over you handed Draco the piece of parchment that had a very detailed description of what his part in the project would be, so you'd be able to spend as little time together as possible, although he seemed to be quite displeased at this beginning to protest that you should work together so you'd get a better grade.

"I'm not spending any more time with you than I have to Malfoy so if you'll excuse me" you stood up pushing him out of the way before making your way to Neville's station where Hermione stood shoving her books into her bag.

Once you finally reached her you grabbed her by the arm, quickly pulling her after you out of the classroom. Ignoring her protests until you finally reached an empty corridor, void of any students and teachers.

"Please tell me you saw all that" you pleaded as you let go of her arm.

“You mean Malfoy?” Hermione replied, “yes Malfoy! He’s acting like we’re all of a sudden, the best of friends? Like he didn’t just call me a ‘blood traitor’ last week” you exasperated a scowl on your face.

“I think that was Zabini” Hermione acknowledged making you furrow your brows your mind wandering back to the encounter and sure enough she was right, Zabini had been the one to hurl the insult.

“What does it matter who said it, he’s one of them!” you protested, angrily turning to look at Hermione once you heard her stifled laughter from beside you.

“This isn’t funny! I’m stuck with him for the next- who knows how many weeks on this stupid project” you complained letting your head fall back as you let out a groan.

“Its okay Y/N don’t worry… I reckon he just fancies you” Hermione teased wiggling her eyebrows as she lightly nudged you in the shoulder.

“Have you gone mad?” you practically gasped although you couldn’t help the unfamiliar heat that began rushing to your cheeks at her words.

“Merlin Y/N you’re blushing! You like him?” you frantically covered her mouth as you noticed students beginning to fill the previously empty hallways.

“Would you hush! And no! I do not like Draco Malfoy, I could never like someone like him” you hissed your anger only growing once you noticed the same smile still linger on her lips.

“Whatever you say” Hermione jokingly sing sang, and in response you lightly hit her across the head with a piece of parchment you’d been holding unfortunately not getting the results you wanted since it only seemed to be egging her laughter on more.

“Alright calm down you lunatic I’m only joking” Hermione frowned rubbing the spot on her head you’d begun repeatedly hitting her, “you better be” you hummed, again pulling her after you as you two began walking down the hallways blending into the crowd of students.

“You know I can walk by myself” Hermione frowned once you’d found yourself standing out in the courtyard, your eyes searching for your two other friends since when you had Potions they had a free period which they spent most of their time here.

You finally spotted them sitting on a bench below a large brown oak tree, Seamus and Dean stood in front of them.

It was now Hermione’s turn to pull you away and in mere seconds you were standing next to the four Gryffindor clad boys who all turned their heads towards the two of you.

“Hello” you smiled before looking over at Harry who had already begun scooting over gesturing for you to come and sit down next to him, to which you happily obliged.

They all greeted you and Hermione before continuing their conversation about the upcoming Quidditch game they had against Slytherin next week.

“Yeah well Malfoy hasn’t caught the snitch when competing against Harry once, so I think we’re going to be okay” Ron assured Seamus who didn’t seem to be all that convinced but still began to make his way back into school Dean following behind him shortly after.

“Speaking of Malfoy” Hermione knowingly smirked at you before turning towards the two boys.

“Hermione no-“ you began but it was already too late, “seems he as a little crush” and there it was, you inwardly face palmed feeling the now-familiar heat in your face as you turned away from the confused glances of your two friends.

“Malfoy fancies Y/N?” Ron seemed to be more disgusted rather than confused as he scrunched up his nose.

“Hermione first of all I’m going to kill you! And second of all, he doesn’t like me! He just wanted to be partners on some stupid assignment in Potions” you assured them.

“And you said yes?” Harry perplexed.

“No! Of course not, he- he didn’t give me much of a choice” you rambled scratching the back of your head before glaring over at Hermione.

“What? He forced you to work with him?” Harry again furrowed his brows, “No- or well he sat next to me in class and I couldn’t move anywhere else since all of the other seats were taken and when Professor Slughorn arrived he immediately announced that we’d be working on our essays with whoever sat next to us” you began rambling, causing your three friends to share amused glances, unbeknownst to you.

Harry seemed to understand slowly nodding before claiming him and Ron had quidditch practice pulling the ginger boy along with him out of the courtyard, leaving just you and Hermione.

After a few minutes of silence, you turned to face her, “I think I’m going to go to the library, care to join me?” Hermione shook her head at your words pointing at the book she had just opened already beginning to make herself comfortable on the little bench you’d been sitting on.

You rolled your eyes “suit yourself” you breathed out offering her a small wave as you stood up, which she returned before you began walking back into the crowded hallways.

As you neared the library you began to hear footsteps behind you, smirking since you thought Hermione had changed her mind about joining you.

You turned around expecting to see your best friend but instead, you were met with Draco who now stood still a few feet away from you.

“Are you following me?” you crossed your arms raising an eyebrow at the boy.

He shook his head now walking towards you “just wanted to see if you’d like some company and since you’re heading towards the library we can work on our essay”

“So, you were following me” you accused but before he could answer you continued, “I thought I already told you I’m not spending any more time with you than I have too so if you’ll excuse me” you turned your back to him continuing your way to the library.

“Your loss Y/L/N” you heard him teasingly call after you making a smile appear on your lips which you tried to the best of your ability to contain.

Your next Potions class was one you’d been dreading, knowing that the people who were paired together on the essay had also been assigned to sit next to each other, very much to your dismay.

Professor Slughorn had asked all of you to join him at the front of the classroom so he could show you a couple of the potions you’d be brewing for the next couple of weeks and of course the one you’d be working on today.

“And this one right here is-” Slughorn was abruptly cut off by the sound of the classroom door swinging open. You quizzically looked past Slughorn’s shoulder and furrowed your brows at the two boys who had entered.

“Harry?” you asked a bit louder than you intended to causing the attention of the class to turn to Harry and Ron rather than Professor Slughorn.

“Ah! Harry my boy I was beginning to worry, and you’ve brought someone with you I see, what’s your name then?” Slughorn asked, brightly smiling at the two Gryffindors.

“Ron Weasley sir, but I’m dead awful at potions- a menace actually so I’m probably just gonna-“ Ron’s voice wavered as he began to turn around but Harry quickly put his arm out in front of him pushing him back into the classroom.

“Oh, don’t be silly, we’ll sort you out! There are some books in the cupboard over there if you need them” Slughorn pointed towards the end of the classroom where Ron and Harry quickly began fighting over the last book in there.

You and Hermione both gave each other confused glances before your attention was back on the Professor stood in front of you.

“As I was saying I’ve prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these may be?” you quickly raised your hand Hermione copying your actions as Slughorn’s eyes wandered between the two of you before he eventually pointed at you.

“Yes, miss Y/L/N” Slughorn stepped out of the way as you took a step forward towards the two pots that rested on the table.

“This one is Veritaserum a truth-telling serum and that one over there is Amortentia the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumoured to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them” you smiled proudly at yourself before taking a step back towards the other students.

You heard Pansy scoff causing you to quickly turn around to glare at her and just as you did you saw Draco elbow her in the side whispering something in her ear before shaking his head at her actions.

You quickly looked away before Draco’s eyes could catch yours since you felt the annoying feeling of warmth rush up into your cheeks and a smile replace the frown you’d indented to direct at Pansy.

“Very good Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled before beginning to tell the students that whoever managed to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death would be walking out of the classroom with one vile of Liquid Luck.

You quickly walked over to your station Draco following in suit behind you as you both turned to page 10 on your ‘advanced potion making’ books.

Your eyes wandered over the page before you spotted the instructions.

1. Cut up one Sopophorus bean.

You frowned down at the text as you glanced between it and the bean, it didn’t look like it was meant to be cut, and your suspicions were right as you began noticing your fellow classmates struggle around you.

Your eyes widened as Draco’s bean came hurling at your face at an ungodly speed, you practically had to throw yourself to the floor so it wouldn’t hit you in the face.

“Bloody hell Y/N are you okay!?” Draco panicked as he rushed to your side offering his hand to help you up which you ignored to distracted by the fact he’d called you by your first name.

You quickly got up onto your feet still ignoring his outstretched hand. You’d never in all your years at Hogwarts heard him call anyone by their first name, let alone you, a Gryffindor he’d hated since the first year.

“What did you just call me?” you asked although it came out a bit harsher then you intended it too. You didn’t mind that he was using your first name you just found it incredibly odd especially for someone like him.

“What, Y/L/N? that’s your name isn’t it” he was acting clueless as he walked back around the table to attend to his potion.

“No, you said Y/N” you raised an eyebrow as you watched him grab another bean now simply resorting to ignoring you, whatever you thought, brewing this potion was more important than what name Draco decided to call you.

As you continued to observe the students around you, you noticed Harry grab a silver knife and slowly press it onto the bean. You mirrored his actions and to your delight, it worked.

“How did you do that?” Draco could be heard from opposite you as he furiously looked between the instructions in his book and the crushed bean in your hand.

“Crush it don’t cut it” you shrugged, your finger traveling further down the page and stopping at the second step.

2. Pour in 250 fl.oz. of Standard potioning water and add 5 oz. of African Sea Salt to the beaker. Set the beaker aside after all the water has been added. Be very careful not to shake or move the beaker now.

The rest of the lesson had gone by in a flash and even though you felt like you’d be the one rewarded with the Liquid Luck, it ended up being Harry and you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed to brew something better than you.

You remembered Harry continuously failing all his Potions classes never getting more than a poor or an acceptable on any of his assignments or tests.

After class you immediately cornered him, and it didn’t take long for him to confess to the book he’d found. Property of the half-blood prince it read and as you flipped through the many pages it had all the ‘correct’ recipes to every single potion you’d be brewing throughout the term.

“I knew it! You’ve always been dreadful at potions” you finally felt at ease knowing that Harry had only won you by cheating, shaking your head as you placed the book back into his arms.

“Hey! I am not ‘dreadful’ at potions” he imitated you his hands making air quotes at the word dreadful, a laugh slipping past your lips as you remembered a certain incident from when you were younger.

“Oh really? Don’t you remember third year when Snape told us to make a shrinking solution and you poured it all over Hermione-“ you began but Harry quickly cut you off.

“Alright! Alright! You’ve made your point now shove off I don’t feel like listening to this story right now” you threw your head back in laughter as you thought back to a tiny Hermione who hadn’t spoken to Harry a whole week after the incident.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a great job with Y/L/N, I reckon Potter’s in there more than you” Blaise sounded amused as he came up behind Draco who was watching yours and Harry’s exchange from afar.

“Don’t worry Blaise, I’m only getting started”

Later in the day you, Harry, Ron and Hermione had all decided to take a little trip down to Hogsmeade for a much needed break from your studies.

“No sit beside me” Harry insisted as the four of you made your way into the Three Broomsticks, you gave him a confused glance but nevertheless dragged the chair out from underneath the table and sat down next to him.

You went to ask why but quickly managed to put two and two together once you noticed professor Slughorn sat at the bar, a beer in his hand as he talked with one of the other professors.

“What’s your deal with Slughorn?” you questioned as Harry began waving the professor over. “I need to get into the slug club” you furrowed your brows but before you could question it any further Slughorn had arrived at your table.

“Ah! Mister Potter lovely to see you, you as well Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled completely disregarding Hermione and Ron who sat opposite you.

“Likewise, Professor” you smiled as he and Harry began talking about something you couldn’t be less interested in, instead your eyes began to wander around the small tavern until they finally landed on Draco who was already staring intently at you.

“You’d be welcomed to Y/L/N” your gaze diverted from the platinum blond towards Slughorn who was smiling brightly down at you. “I’d love too!” you agreed having faintly heard him mention a christmas dinner.

“Wonderful! Look for my owl” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Hermione’s face who seemed to be more than distraught that she hadn’t received an invitation of her own.

“Oh, how silly of me Granger, I hope I’ll also be seeing you there” Hermione’s face lit up at his words as she repeatedly nodded, Slughorn awkwardly looking over at Ron before speaking, “good to see you Wallenby”.

You were finally able to let out the laugh you’d been holding in as Slughorn exited the tavern. “Oh, shut up Y/N” Ron frowned crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his chair.

When your laughter had finally died down you offered to go and order your drinks since the waiter had yet to make an appearance at your table.

“Four butter beers please” you smiled at the worker as you leaned onto the bar going to turn around but instead you were met with a black suit your eyes wandering upwards to see Draco towering over you.

You cleared your throat causing him to take a step back, “anything I can help you with?” you questioned as Draco stood motionless in front of you.

“Yes, would you like to join me?” Draco asked gesturing to an empty table at the far end of the tavern. You looked over to where he was pointing causing you to quickly spot his friends who were all sat at another table, their eyes set on you.

“Uhm- I think they’d loved to join you” you pointed towards them causing Draco to quickly snap his head in their direction, making them all quickly turn to each other acting as nonchalant as they could.

“But I’d much rather spend time with you” you felt a weird tingly feeling at his words but nonetheless you didn’t dare act on it your eyes going to your friend’s who were all staring quizzically at you.

“Sorry I- Uhm I can’t I came here with them” you gestured towards your table Draco’s eyes following in the direction you pointed before they were back on you.

“Well alright, but you owe me a date then” he winked before turning around and going back to join his Slytherin friends.

Your mouth hung open as you watched him walk away, did he just say date?

You power walked back towards your friends hastily taking a seat next to Harry who already had his eyes glued on you.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked as soon as you’d fully sat down.

“Oh- Uhm, he just wanted to ask me about our assignment” they all looked skeptical at your reply but didn’t question it any further another topic quickly consuming your table.

“Do any of you have a date to the Jingle Ball?” Hermione’s question rang throughout the table, causing both boys shook their heads and you along with them, in all honesty, you didn’t expect to get asked so you’d probably just end up going with Harry like last year.

“Guess we know who Ginny’s going with” you giggled gesturing towards her and Dean who were currently taking a seat at a table not so far from yours, their fingers wrapped around each other’s.

“I’d like to leave” Ron shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he stared at his sister and who he had once considered a close friend. “Honestly Ron they’re only holding hands” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“And snogging” you added on as Ginny connected her lips with Dean’s. “Yep that’s it we’re leaving” Ron stood up grabbing the coat that hung on the chair beside him.

“Oh come on we haven’t even gotten our orders yet!” you protested as all your friends began to stand up, maybe you should have joined Draco before.

“Fine” you huffed once you noticed they had no intention of staying any longer. “Why don’t you just ask Malfoy to come join you, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” Ron teased causing you to quickly hit him in the arm.

“Shut up Ron!”

Once you’d all made it back to Hogwarts you and Hermione separated from Ron and Harry since they claimed to have yet another quidditch practice although you figured it was code for going to scout possible dates for the Jingle Ball.

“So, what did Draco really want earlier?” Hermione gave you a knowing look as she lightly bumped you in the shoulder.

“It was so weird he-he said that I owe him a date” your voice was hesitant as you turned your head to look at Hermione who didn’t seem at all surprised.

“Well, now you know who you can go to the Jingle Ball with” she stated matter of factly causing your eyes to widen as you gaped at her.

“Hermione, I love you but have you gone mad? Me and Draco? I don’t think so” you denied but there was still the lingering feeling of hope deep down in your stomach that you tried with all your might to suppress.

“Well he obviously has a thing for you, and I mean he’s not too bad to look at”

“Shove off”

You had been actively avoiding Draco ever since the Hogsmeade trip, something about the entire ordeal just felt weird to you, why was he all of a sudden so bold about his apparent feelings towards you when a couple of weeks ago he wouldn’t even look your way.

But it seemed your luck had run out since he now stood in front of you, hand outstretched as he leaned it against the stone wall preventing you from continuing your way to your Transfigurations class.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something” Draco breathed out. He was getting desperate, it was unbearable, the teasing he’d been receiving from his friends once they’d noticed he wasn’t making any progress with you, and he knew if he didn’t do something soon he was going to lose the bet.

“Well can it wait? I need to get to class” you huffed watching as he pushed himself off the wall to come and stand in front of you, causing your body to turn with him, your back eventually colliding with the wall behind you.

“I was wondering” Draco smirked placing a hand next to your head as he leaned in closer towards you, you now only realizing how much taller he was then you as you found yourself craning your neck upwards to meet his eyes.

“Would you like to be my date for the Jingle Ball” the words made your stomach flip and you felt the sudden urge to let out a squeal, but you somehow managed to keep yourself together, taking in a deep breath before you took a step forward his hand slipping from the wall your faces mere centimeters from each other.

“No” you stated watching as his eyes went wide, clearly, he wasn’t anticipating that answer.

“If you want me to even consider going out with you after all the shit you’ve done over the years, you’re going to have to work for it.”

He watched your ascending figure before you fully left his sight and when you did he angrily kicked the wall cursing underneath his breath, he was used to getting everything and anything he ever wanted without as much as a snap of his finger so this was something he wasn’t used too.

The stakes were high, his entire reputation was on the line and he did not intend to give Blaise the satisfaction of being right or his housemates a reason to tease him for what would probably be the rest of his life.

All the girls at this school would practically fall at his feet, why couldn’t you be like those girls? Make this easy for him, not once in his life had Draco Malfoy had a real challenge when it came to girls but now it seemed the tables had turned, he was going to play your game and he was going to win.

It was now the day of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch game. You, Harry and Hermione, were all sat in the Great Hall watching as Ron entered in his Quidditch gear, helmet, and everything.

You had yet to tell Hermione about Draco asking you to the ball since you didn’t really know how you felt about it yourself and also because he probably wouldn’t be asking you out again, you having let him down quite harshly.

You glared over at the Slytherin table once you heard them beginning to yell things along the lines of ‘Ron you’re a loser’, ‘he doesn’t stand a chance’ and ‘nice hat Weasley’.

“Ignore them, Ron, I know you’ll do great” you reassuringly smiled up at your friend as he took a seat opposite you, his face contorted in worry as he looked over at the Slytherin table who continued to laugh at him.

“Yeah, thanks” he gulped once he turned back to face you, this had to have been the first time you’d ever seen Ron leave his food untouched.

“You look dreadful Ron” Luna’s voice could be heard from the other end of the table, your eyes widening as you looked over at her, “Is that why you put something in his drink” she finished, the last part of her sentence directed at Harry.

You looked over at the boy sat next to you and faintly managed to see a glimmer of light before it disappeared fully into his pocket.

“Liquid Luck?” Hermione sounded from opposite you and you finally managed to put two and two together.

“Are you mental Harry? You’ll get in so much trouble if you’re caught” your eyes widened as you watched him pass Ron the cup of pumpkin juice he’d poured his one vile of Liquid Luck into moments ago, well according to Luna at least.

“Don’t drink it Ron” Hermione scolded, before you both gasped as you watched Ron without a moment’s thought chug the remaining juice in his cup.

You watched intently as his frown was turned upside down and he slammed the cup back onto the table, a sly smirk now playing on his lips.

“You could be expelled for that” Hermione pointed out glaring at Harry who innocently smiled at her before shrugging and stating that he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Come on Harry we’ve got a game to win” Ron’s sudden aura of confidence was radiating off of him as he quickly pushed himself away from the table and began exiting the Great Hall.

“We’ll see you guys there?” Harry questioned as he looked between the two of you also beginning to stand up.

“We wouldn’t miss it” Hermione assured him as you both watched him awkwardly wave before he turned to follow Ron.

“This is going to be interesting”

Loud screams and chants began filling your ears as you watched the two teams make their way out onto the Quidditch pitch, you and Hermione quickly joined in beginning to clap and cheer as you made eye contact with Ron who looked as ready as ever.

A particular blond seemed to have caught your eye since before you knew it Madame Hooch was announcing the start of the game causing you to snap out of your trance, when you looked back at Draco he was already smirking up at you making you quickly look away as your cheeks turned bright red, pulling your Gryffindor patterned scarf up over your face in hopes that he wouldn’t notice the crimson colour.

“Seekers shake hands!” you watched as Harry and Draco walked up to each other clasping each other’s arms before Draco retorted something in Harry’s direction causing him to quickly pull his hand away from his the game now officially beginning.

It had been almost an hour now and so far Gryffindor was in the lead the score being 23-45. You were beginning to think you’d lost your voice but nevertheless you still raised your hands high in the air and cheered Harry on as he dove towards the snitch with Draco hot on his heels.

You anxiously began biting your nails as the two continuously bumped into each other both their arms outstretched as they neared the golden object.

“Come on Harry” you whispered the anticipation was killing you, but you didn’t have to wait much longer since the two boys suddenly crashed into each other sending them both flying off of their brooms and hurling towards the grass below.

You gasped as you stood up beginning to lean over the railing to get a better look at the two seekers who now both laid on the grass clutching their stomachs, but you widely smiled once you noticed a familiar shimmer coming from Harry’s hand.

“Yes!” you screamed as he carefully sat himself up raising the golden object up into the air for the rest of the stadium to see. Your happiness was quickly replaced with worry once you noticed the Slytherin boy laid next to Harry wasn’t moving.

“Is Malfoy okay?” you frantically shook Hermione as you pointed down at him but Hermione paid you no mind her eyes trained on Ron who was proudly raising his hands in the air as it was announced that Harry had caught the snitch.

Since everybody seemed to be too caught up with themselves you again leaned over the railing before screaming Draco’s name hoping it would at least capture the attention of someone from his team so they could help him.

You felt a wave of relieve wash over you as you watched his previously limp body turn over before he placed his hands on the grass pushing himself to sit up, the hand that wasn’t holding him up immediately going to rub his forehead.

He sent a glare Harry’s way before he grabbed his broom and began storming off the field his teammates following shortly after, for some odd reason you began to feel bad for him as you watched the disapproved glances from his fellow Slytherin’s being thrown his way but you decided to push the feeling away joining in on the celebration of your house.

Once you arrived at the Gryffindor common room a celebration had quickly ensued the hollering of Ron’s last name began sounding all around the room as you began clapping in rhythm to all of their chants, you and Hermione watching as Ron got pushed in the middle of the crowd.

Before you knew it a girl you didn’t know the name of had wrapped her arms around his neck, harshly pulling him down to meet her lips, you gasped as you faintly remembered a conversation between you and Hermione where she’d admitted to harboring a crush on the ginger boy.

You quickly turned to see Hermione pushing her way through the crowd and out of the common room. You began following her but quickly lost sight of her as you tried your best to squeeze through the teenagers who had now begun lifting Ron into the air.

“Hermione!” you called out but it was impossible to hear anything over the celebrations so you gave up on calling out to her simply resorting to pushing the students that stood in your way.

Once you finally managed to reach the door that led out into the hallway you frantically pushed it open beginning to search the corridors for your best friend.

When you rounded a particular corner, you came crashing into a much taller figure then yourself sending you flying towards the ground at the impact.

“Watch where you’re goin-“ the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy sounded from above you but stopped once he made eye contact with you. “Y/L/N?” he questioned before reaching his hand out to you which you accepted letting him pull you back up onto your feet.

“What are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be celebrating?” there was a defiant malice to his tone as he scowled in the direction of your common room where chants could still be faintly heard.

“I could ask you the same thing Malfoy” you raised an eyebrow since you weren’t anywhere near the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was.

“Just needed some air, some people aren’t exactly thrilled with the outcome of today’s game” Draco shrugged causing your stomach to drop slightly at his obvious disappointment. He sat himself down on a bench a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he let his head fall back onto the wall.

You slowly sat down next to him carefully contemplating your next words. “Not that it would mean anything to you but I thought you were really good” you tried to comfort him as you watched a faint smile appear on his lips before he turned his head towards you.

You didn’t realize just how close you were to each other until his eyes quickly looked down to your lips and back into your eyes. You suddenly remembered why you were out here in the first place, your thoughts traveling back to Hermione who had disappeared only moments ago.

“I’m sorry but I really need to go, uh- I’ll uh see you in class” you excused yourself before standing up and continuing your search for your best friend, but a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you dead in your tracks as you were turned back around.

Your eyes slowly travelled up from Draco’s tight grip on you and back into his icy grey eyes. You carried a confused glance on your face which Draco seemed to notice since he quickly let go of your wrist.

“Thank you” is all he said before he swiftly turned back around and began walking down the corridor, disappearing out of sight.

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chapter five - On my own

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : this is sad i made myself sad

" It was a pretty rough night not gonna lie .. She barely managed to fall asleep around 8 am . I woke up a few times to check upon her cause she had her nose clogged from all that crying . "

Victoria said over phone to Thomas .

It was around one in the noon . She was frying some eggs and vegetables for her and Y/N to eat .

" How did it went over there ? " "Jesus I wish I knew honestly . "

Thomas admitted sighing .

" When he came here last night he was crying . Like really hard . It took him 30 minutes to calm down and tell me what he did .. " " And ? " " I tried punching him in the face but I ended up hurting my hand more . " Vic chuckled upon the thought of Thomas hitting someone , especially Damiano .

" And I don't know he just continued to cry and smoke cigs . I swear to Jesus he smoked like whole 3 packs in one night . I am not sure when he fell asleep or if he did . But there was not much talking here trust me . "

Both of them went silent . Not being able to choose one side . Both Y/N and Damiano where their long known friends and dear people in general .

" Y/N is more than my best friend . She is my family . I would do anything that I can to keep her safe , just like with you . That's why I am feeling so guilty upon meeting her with Damiano. "

" Hon' it was not your fault remember ? " The other line was silent .

" Have you ever wondered how it would look like if they didn't end up together ? "

" Yeah .. I mean maybe .. You know I did often when I found myself in between their arguments . "

" Pft please , they where soft near you comparing to their usual . "

Thomas lighted up his cigarette , the sound of him taking a drag was pretty clear .

" I almost left the band cause of them remember ? At that period Damiano and I had lots of small fights and arguments . "

Vic turned off the stove placing the food in plates skillfully.

" Hold up I need to give Y/N breakfast . " " Aight I'm waitin' . "

" Babes are you awake ? " The blond girl called out for her friend . Y/N was laying on her side of the bed , all the sheets and pillows where thrown in the corner of the room . She didn't wanted anything that smelled like Damiano near her . Instead she slept on bare mattress , Victoria's traveling pillow and she covered herself with the blanket from living room .

" I am not hungry yet , can you just please leave the plate here ? "

" Sure I'll be downstairs . Just call . "

No respond , she just closed the door behind her after glancing at Y/N last time .

Vic was cleaning the stinky apartment whole morning , it was not bothering her in fact . She knew Y/N would do the same for her .

" Tom you there ? " She cooed once her phone was in her grasp again . " Yeah yeah I was talking to Damiano . " " Is he alright ? " " I am not sure really . I think not obviously , but now after this I am not expecting anything normal from him ever again . " " Oh come on it was a - " " If you just dare to finish the sentence I will kill you . How can that be an accident ?? Rape is not an accident ! He was fully aware Victoria !! " " Pshh be quite you idiot ! " She tried hushing her friend after turning around herself paranoid like someone overheard their conversation .

" He is showering now don't worry . We should not be taking sides on this one but Vic .. He is not good for her ... Neither is she for him .. This is lasting for 3 years .. Remember ? "

" Don't fucking remind me . "

Silence . Both of them trying to understand the policy of their friends relationship .

" He threatened to kill himself so many times if she leaves him .. "

" She was so heartbroken each time that she was the one actually considering suicide . "

" I remember one time they had some huge fight as always and she came to my house in like 3 am crying and talking some nonsenses . "

" They never had a filter , especially around us , sometimes it gets just too tiring ya know ? "

" They made me and Ethan cry so many times Jesus Vic you have the biggest nerve here . " Her friend admitted with chuckle.

" Should we like ... talk to them each day and convince them to break up ? "

Deadly silence .

One was sure . Y/N and Damiano shouldn't ever be together again .

" Are we bad friends for doing this ? " " Pft please , we are doing service to everyone . "

" I am so confused and so worried for Y/N , I will talk to Damiano later and then call you to see if something improved and to update you . How is Y/N feeling now ? "

" Not so good bro , I think she is considering that breakup as well . Everything is still so confusing and not in order . "

" Alright Vic , gonna call later , bye love you . "

" Love you too bye . "

* meanwhile in Thomas house *

Thomas hanged up his half hour long conversation with Victoria . He rubbed his eyes hardly throwing the cellphone on the kitchen table where he was standing smoking .

To be honest he was also crying with Damiano last night . He couldn't imagine the amount of pain Y/N was suffering . His still pulsing bruised hand started to feel a bit better . He regretted only hitting Damiano , but they all knew he was the weakest out of all boys in the group .

Damiano was laying in his bed dressed in his chlotes fresh out of shower.

Crying again .

It was slowly starting to make Thomas mad .

' Why didn't he cry last night when he abused her? '

" Oi , whats the matter now ? Why are you crying again ? Cause you are an asshole or complete idiot ? " " Thomas shut the fuck up . I am not capable of having that conversation . " Damiano's voice was raspy and cracked .

" Well we are gonna have this conversation , in fact right now . Where where your tears last night when you raped her ? " " It wasn't ra -" " It was ! You fucked her without her consent ! What the fuck where you thinking ! "

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING ! "

He stood up from the bed crying his bottom lip shaking .

" I DON'T FUCKING KNOW ! I WAS MAD AT HER ! MICHAEL WAS THERE ! I HAD THE WORST SCENARIOS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD I GOT SCARED ! "

Thomas was in slight shock . Was Damiano really that dumb ?

" Are you serious ? I can't actually believe how selfish and egoistic you are . You raped my best friend because you got mad at her that her ex was there ? "

This was actually the first time in 3 years someones words affected Damiano about his behavior towards Y/N . He sat back on the bed holding his head in his hands .

" I took you in cause I care about you . You are my friend . But I will never forgive you this . You can stay here as much as you want but don't expect any special treatment from me . "

" Should I call her ? I must apologize . "

Thomas snorted .

" No . You must not apologize , you must beg her on your knees to forgive you . You must beg her to even look at you . I know I wouldn't if I was her . No matter what you do she will love you forever and that is the problem . "

Damiano was highly affected by his friends words. In his mind he was only picturing whimpering Y/N whose head he was holding down with his hand , her tears where soaked up on that backseat .

'I will rather die than look her in the eyes again.'

* meanwhile in Y/N's house *

" Are you sure I am not bothering ? I can always ask Thomas to stay with him ? " Y/N asked Victoria while both of them where packing some of Y/N's stuff in the suitcase .

" Yeah absolutely , we are going to spend some quality time healing and having fun . "

Y/N made her final decision , she was going to break up with Damiano this time for real .

She didn't have that much of her stuff , all the clothes , jewelry , letters , poems and all the other gifts she received from Damiano she placed in on huge box and left it on the center of their bed .

" Can I tell Thomas you are staying with me ? "

"Yes but alarm him not to tell Damiano .. I do not wanna hear a word from him . "

Vic simply nodded and in a less than an hour they where all packed leaving the past behind .

* three weeks later *

Things where only worse for our lovers .

Damiano heard no word from Y/N and neither did she from him .

She was expecting it to be honest .

Everyday was same as the other . Too long , too cold and filled with cigarette smoke .

All Y/N did was sometimes leave her room when she didn't wanted to offend Vic after putting effort into preparing the meal , she would listen to whatever record Victoria had , smoke all the cigarettes till she vomited , drink vodka away from her roommates sight and cry herself everyday regretting her whole relationship .

' He never fucking loved me .. I cheated on Michael with him just so he could fuck me over .. He never loved me .. He was just obsessed and he wanted me in his possession '

The fact Damiano didn't try reaching her was painful , it was providing sharp stings in her chest and it gave her headaches .

She saw him in every song , he was always on her mind . She wished she could delete all the memories and feelings just like she deleted the pictures . . .

Damiano was not much different than her .

He was also crying a lot , smoking a lot , not drinking but overthinking . He didn't knew Y/N moved out .. No one understood why it took him 3 weeks to try and reach her .

He didn't understood either .

He was trying to come up with the perfect apologize . He wanted to show her he was willing to do better . Willing to change . To prove her he was ready to change . He was sure that Y/N wouldn't return his calls . She understood her . He expected her to be mad and stubborn she had every reason to be .

Thomas was barely speaking to him . Only some formalities . Måneskin was put on hold their rehearsals , Vic and Thomas being very strict in their communication with Damiano while Ethan was very confused and unsure of what is going on .

Damianos mom and Y/N's parents also weren't included in the situation .

The day he planned on returning home , so sure that he would be greeted by her embrace , came .

He shaved his face for the first time in 3 weeks , he changed his underwear for the first time in 3 weeks , he wore simple suit and he drove all the way into the depths of the town to buy the most glorious flowers that his Y/N loved .

He wasn't planning on just winning her over with some flowers and gifts , or the dialog he practiced in his head and in front of his mirror .

Upon reaching the yard of their house he frowned . There was something different . Something wrong . .

He was walking slowly , looking all around himself , gripping the bouquet of flowers in his sweaty palm .

He stood in front of the door .

It was wrong . Something was wrong .

His mind scream . He hoped he was very paranoid once again .

His hand rose up to ring the door bell . He was nervous and afraid .

You are being worried for no reason .

He kept reasurinf himself.

So he rang .

Once

Twice

Four times . Four long times .

No one opened .

Was she home ? After all he came unannounced . Maybe she is sleeping ?

" Y/N! Y/N it's me ! Please open the door ! "

He was starting to sweat .

He searched with his shaking hands through his pocket to find the house keys . He unlocked the door . The house was empty and cold .

It was not smelling like her . Cause there was no one , she wasn't home . Not for an hour , not for the day , not here in a while .

He kept calling for her . " Y/N ! " He dropped the keys and flowers on the kitchen table .

He started roaming the house in panic . Even trying to sense some sort of smell . He was afraid she killed herself so his nose searched for the rotting corpse smell.

Every bad scenarios possible went through his head .

He ran towards their room . Empty .

Even their pets weren't there . She was gone .

Y/N left him . For real this time . For good .

He started to breath heavily . Tears forming in his eyes . The big box on their bed .

Inside of it all his gifts to her . All his clothes she loved wearing . He took one hoodie she often every time she was cleaning . He placed it under his nose . It still held her scent . Her ghost was there , in the shape of the memories one cardboard box held .

He was crying , repeating her name , calling it out . Kissing her dresses and watering them with tears .

He was on his own . There was no one he wanted more than her . He realized what he had once he lost it . He was alone for the first time .

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serendipityjxmn · 3 years

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Mr. President

Chapter 20

TW: Explicit violence, mentions of guns, drugs trafficking, gory killing scene

Words Count: 3k

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At first, you’re more like a property to him. He learned that the only way he can keep something or someone around for a long time, is if he treats them like a property. Because human’s feelings change, and he needs to protect himself from hurting.

Everything that he’s told you, the reason behind the marriage, the purpose of you are all true.

He needs to marry anyway, as one of the stupid ancient condition his old father has set and he knows his father had set it to make him stay grounded.

He scoffs, wondering why his father doesn’t learn from his past mistakes. And that’s why he’s made a plan on his own, to marry someone without a powerful background, one he can easily dispose when it’s time, one who won’t be a liability to him. A tool.

And now that tool is missing. He pinches his temple, eyes shut close. He’s alone in his office, late at night because he doesn’t sleep well these days.

Since his wife had packed her bags, left him and gone missing.

He sighs thinking about the last argument he had with you. It’s your own fault for building castles in the air and mistaking those as his genuine gesture and fall in love with him. And he realises that because he is not stupid. And during that one night, he sees you, fully sees you and he can’t deny the desire it stirred in his mind. This may be a temporary marriage but it doesn’t mean that he can’t touch you. After all, you are his wife. He knows you are beautiful, he’d known it since the first day because he isn’t blind. Yet he knows he can’t touch you without your consent. Although he did slip up because he tends to lose his vigilance around you. And that’s how he came up with another proposal.

Yet the proposal took a very different turn and became your last straw to leave him.

He couldn’t believe that you’re stupid enough to fall in love with him. Don’t you fear him? You know he’s dangerous yet you still confess your love to him and he doesn’t know whether to worship you at your feet or spanks you for it.

He’s never led you on and has never failed to remind what you are to him, simply an object yet you still fall for him.

He lets out another heavy sigh. Because frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. All of these aren’t supposed to happen and you’re not supposed to love him.

He had put up barriers and boundaries around himself and that’d made it very hard for anyone to simply approach him. People don’t approach him unless they want something from him and he’s well aware of it because he knows how the world works. Not to mention the fact that he’s the leader of the biggest mafia gang, notorious for all sorts of services they offer; machinery, assassinations, bribery, illegal weaponry, drugs trafficking and namely everything else. That had made it a billion times more difficult for anyone to approach or him to let anyone in.

And you’re well aware of it.

But you still fall for him.

He just doesn’t get it; how you’re able to fall for him despite knowing who he is and what he’s capable of.

He scoffs thinking how he could easily kill you. You’re too soft, weak and fragile.

Yet you still fall for him.

Despite knowing how easily he could kill you.

And without asking for anything in return.

And Jimin doesn’t find that believable at all. And at the face of such genuine adoration, he doesn’t know what to do. Because who on earth would be stupid enough to do that?

But you did. You are his stupid wife.

And that makes it even easier to kill you, not just by him. And the thought of anyone laying a finger on you angers him. It makes him want to kill someone. Tear their limbs one by one. Burn them alive. There’s just too many options.

But first he has to find you.

He sighs, for the hundredth time. You’re such a headache.

And that’s when his phone rings. A call from a private number.

“If it isn’t Y/N’s beloved husband..”

Jimin could feel his whole body tensing. “Who are you?”

The person from the other end laughs. “Damn, I need to come find you more often so you’d remember. You beat me into a pulp before.. and now I want leverage. You think you can just take my sister for free?“

Jimin’s hand clamp in a tight fist. “Jay.”

“You remember.. not bad. You see, when you take my little sister, you’ve caused me some complications. You can say she’s my source of income. She’s a pretty slut, no denying that. And I could’ve earned fortunes from selling her off. And you-“

“How much do you want?” Jimin cuts him off.

“Ah.. you’re a smart man.” He laughs before his tone turns serious again. “100 million won would do. For now. And don’t bullshit me saying you don’t have money or whatever. I know you have that much.”

“Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the time and place. And don’t think of calling the police or bring your little friends. I have someone powerful backing me. She’s my little sister, but I’m not gonna hesitate to do anything if you don’t listen to my words. Right, little sister?”

A shrieking scream piercing through the phone is the last thing Jimin hears before Jay hangs up. Jimin’s whole body filled with rage and he grips his phone so tight it almost breaks into two.

“He’s not gonna come...” you slur, your vision not entirely clear and your swollen lips making it hard to enunciate words once Jay finishes his phone call to your husband.

“We’ll see about that bitch. And if he doesn’t.. count your time now..” he says in full malicious tone.

You don’t know how long you’ve been knocked out again but you wake up when you hear commotions.

“And the knight is finally here.” You hear your brother’s voice.

You struggle to focus on your vision. Your whole body freezes when your husband comes into view.

There’s no way Jimin’s here.

Perhaps it’s just a hallucination.

It’s a whole level of pathetic, you think. Because even when you’re in this state, he’s all you could see.

Perhaps you’re really nearing the end of your life, and your mind conjures whatever it desperately wants the most.

“Clara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” The person hisses.

And it’s weird because it’s your husband’s voice.

You blink several times.

And there really is your husband, walking into the warehouse alone. He can’t had possibly willingly walks into a lion’s den alone like that? It’s like a death wish.

Clara turns immediately as soon as she sees Jimin. “Ah.. Jimin.. my Jimin..”

Someone comes and pushes Jimin forward and makes him sit on a chair and tie his hands on his back.

You swallow thickly. You still can’t process the fact that your husband is here.

He finally turns to look at you and he stares at you for several moments, just taking in the sight of battered you covered in bruises and blood and you see the clench in his jaw.

You let out a gasp when the guy standing beside him takes out his gun and points the muzzle on the back of his head. You feel anger bubbling inside you at the sight of it.

Gathering all source of strength, you yell, “Leave my husband out of this Jay!”

Jay quickly steps forward and leaves a stinging slap on your cheek. “If you dare hurt him..” you start and earns another slap from him, making you whimper in pain. You cough several times, your throat feels like burning.

Jimin eyes you furiously. “Keep quiet. Don’t make any sound.” He says, jaw still clenched very tightly. “Clara, what the fuck is this? Why are you here?”

She comes and slowly sits on Jimin’s lap. You notice how he doesn’t flinch away or jerk from her touch. “Baby.. we’ve dealt for years.. good business, good sex. And then you’re suddenly married and you just.. I don’t know, changed?” She says as she runs her fingers across your husband’s cheek.

Jimin just glares at her. “Why did you help him?”

She runs her hand down from his cheeks to his jaw and then settles on his chest, palms flat against them. She shrugs then. “I don’t know.. you know I’m a little crazy. I like having fun. And things.. had been boring. Business is boring, you are boring.. and perhaps I’m trying to put you in place a little, you asshole.” She glares at him.

He gives a very murderous look. “I’m gonna make sure you regret this.”

She leans closer. “Awww shh baby.. I’m not gonna hurt your precious little wife..” and closer. You realize she’s about to kiss him and you hastily look away. You don’t want the last memory you have of your husband before you die is being kissed by another woman. She gets up from his lap, fingers still faintly brushing him everywhere. Then she smirks. “But maybe he will.” She laughs and then exits through the door.

“Did you come with what I ask for?” Jay asks and Jimin juts his chin towards a large black duffel bag on the floor beside him that you hadn’t realized. Jay grins. “Nice doing business with you.. brother in law.”

“Now let us go.” Jimin says.

Jay stops inspecting the money inside the bag and turns to look at him. “No, don’t think it’s that easy..” He signals something and one of his men comes forward. “See, perhaps you don’t really know my sister.. but let me tell you this. She is a fucking whore. And I’m gonna let her be a whore. And you.. you’re going to watch every single men here stick their dick into her pussy.”

Your whole body goes numb as soon as you hear that. Desperately, you glance at your husband. He doesn’t look at you but instead just stares at your brother. You’ve never seen him look so murderous before. Your eyes widen in panic when they pull you from the chair and then roughly push you till you’re kneeling on the floor on all four.

“J-Jimin-” you say, voice thick with desperation.

“Sshh.. shh little sister.. don’t worry.. perhaps your husband might even get hard from this. Don’t you want to please your husband?” Jay smirks.

You feel you eyes start to water when your brain reaches an end and think that there’s no way of escaping this.

He calls one of his men and several others starts to approach as well, all wearing the same look of lust. Jay grabs a handful of your hair and yank it backwards, forcing you to look up. “She’s all yours..”

The nearest guy smirks and licks his lips as he looks at you and starts to strip his pants. You look away immediately. You let out a cry when the guy kneels beside you and yanks your jeans down, exposing your bottom.

“No, no please, please-“ you start to beg and Jimin hisses.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He grits. “Don’t beg.”

You look at him and find him staring right back at you.

“Just look at me.” He says and fresh set of tears run down your cheeks.

The guy smacks your behind making you cry in pain and you almost collapse to the ground but he holds your waist firmly, groping each side harshly. Then, you feel a hand slides from your shoulder towards your throat and slowly starts choking you.

Your head starts to spin from the lack of air supply and you want to scream so badly but no words could come out. The pressure on your throat is so immense and your lung starts to ache.

Then you see a knife hovering in front of you.

A moment of realization hits you that you’re really about to die and it suddenly makes it so imperative that you tell something to Jimin.

“J-Jimin- I love-“

But before you could finish your words, you hear people bursting the doors open and people in suits come rushing in large quantity.

You try to focus your vision on your husband.

His face is calm. Too calm.

Your sight moves towards the crowd rushing in again and briefly sees Taeseok among them and a rush of relief runs through you. The guy choking you eases his grip on your throat instantly as he gets distracted and you feel like collapsing immediately as you struggle to breath again.

Everything happens so quickly. Someone rushes to your husband’s side and unties him and then he’s beside you instantly while someone else unties you. You try your best to glance behind you and sees Jungkook frantically untying you after fixing your clothes.

“Y/N oh my god-“

Jimin quickly shrugs his coat off his shoulder and immediately covers you. He looks at you as he holds you tight. His embrace is so warm and you just want to close your eyes and lean against him. “Keep your eyes open, we’re getting out of here.” He says roughly.

You’re not entirely sure with your vision but you think someone gives Jimin a gun and he starts shooting at people and you freeze, sounds blaring so loudly in your ear. You let out a strangled scream and you squirm away under his embrace that he looks down immediately. Then he looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook.” He says and Jungkook nods and you feel yourself slipping out of Jimin’s hold while Jungkook brings you flush against him.

For a moment, there are just sounds of guns, people screaming and punches being thrown.

Jungkook pulls you to the side where it’s safer but you just can’t shut your eyes when there’s too many things going on. You then try to focus on your husband. He’s a good few metres away from you and you couldn’t clearly see the face of the other person but you think Jimin’s holding the guy that was going to rape you just now. And then he shoots him right in the head without thinking. And then another shot right at his chest even though the guy’s already crumbling to the ground, lifeless.

Someone then comes up and thrusts your brother to Jimin, making him kneel in front of your husband. You don’t see it before but you now notice that he’s holding a knife on his right hand. Jay’s expression turns horror as Jimin nears him. And then slowly, your husband carves his face with the knife as your brother’s inhuman shriek fills the warehouse.

Your eyes go wide with horror as you watch the traumatising scene unfolds. You feel a scream bubbling from deep inside your throat yet they’re unable to escape from your lips. Your throat somehow still feels constricted.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook mutters and you realize his grip on your arms tightens.

It’s slowly getting more quiet in the warehouse as most of your brother’s or Clara Kim’s men are now dead as they were hugely outnumbered by Jimin’s people. You then realize that he’s taking his time with your brother.

“What did you say you’re about to do to my wife? Cut out her face?” He chuckles. “Let me show you the real art.”

He leans close.

And then he carves your brother’s right eye out while he shrieks in pain.

“This is for touching my wife.”

And then he carves the other one.

“This is for messing with me.”

The scream finally escapes your lips.

“Fuck-“ Jungkook says and quickly covers your eyes and mouth.

The screaming doesn’t stop for a few more minutes and you think you’ll remember your brother’s inhuman scream till the day you die.

“Jimin stop it. She’s gonna get a trauma.” You hear someone says. Jin..?

You hear footsteps approaching you and then suddenly, Jungkook’s hand is being yanked away and your husband’s face comes into view. His forehead beaded with sweat and his expression furious.

You look at him in horror, frankly still traumatised and terrified at him.

But he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he thrusts a gun into your hand. “Do you want to kill him?”

Your panic immediately and clutched his arm desperately. “No, no please- let’s just go-“

“Ssh.. ssh I’m here.” He takes back the gun. “And we’re gonna get out of here.” He pulls you into his embrace, cocks the gun and fire a shot straight into Jay’s head.

Your entire body freeze. You watch in horror as your brother’s life starts seeping out, his breathing ragged until finally.. it stops.

“Good God- did you really have to shoot him in front of Y/N?” You hear Namjoon says.

“What?” Jimin asks, confused.

“God, you’re so stupid sometimes Park Jimin.” Yoongi says roughly.

Your husband finally turns to look at you and registers the paleness of your face. “Y/N, you okay?” He asks and then makes you stand to your feet. He keeps his hand steady on your waist and you’re thankful because you can’t feel your feet at all.

You don’t know how but from the corner of your eyes, you see someone who’s lying on the floor slowly lifts a gun and your eyes widen when you realize he’s aiming at your husband.

One of Jimin’s bodyguard sees it too and moves to kick the gun away and he did- but not before the guy cocks the gun and all the bodyguard manages to do is change the target, because the bullet hits you instead.

You fell to the ground immediately when the bullet cuts through your shoulder. It’s weird because it hurts so much that you almost feel nothing at all.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you.

For a brief moment, you think you see your whole life flashes by in your mind very quickly.

If you die right now at the hands of your husband.. that you’d fallen in love with.. it doesn’t seem so bad..

You smile.

Then slowly, you bring your hand up to Jimin’s face to touch him one last time.

And then everything blacks out.

A/N: I rarely write post chapter notes because I’m afraid it would destroy your emotions lol but I just wanna thank everyone who had given support since day 1.. the story would not have come this far without the kind words you guys gave me. I feel a little bit emotional because we’re almost more than halfway through with their journey.. haha okay I’ll stop here. see you guys in the next chap! 🥰

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warmau · 3 years

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there’s a sharp knock on the glass of your window

you stare up at the ceiling and don’t move an inch from the comfort of your bed until the knock comes again. and again.

with a groan you roll off your sheets and compose yourself before walking over and pushing your curtains aside

on the other side of the window is kun

standing god knows how on the side of the second story of your house and you cross your arms

he motions for you to open the window and you shake your head

he rolls his eyes and somehow the little gesture ticks you off to no end

who does he think he is? always being so rude, even when he needs me to do something for him!

he motions again and you try not to look at the strong line of his arms - he’s wearing a sleeveless tank and jeans which really? how athletic is he climbing in those thing-

you sneer but you give in, undoing the latch and pushing open the window

stepping back, kun climbs through without a hitch and once he’s standing on the carpet of your bedroom you look up and start

“i was about to go to sleep what are you doing her-”

“where’s your cousin?”

he doesn’t even look at you.

in fact, he looks over your shoulder at your door that’s closed

“he said to meet him before we both sneak out, but that dumbass could have just met me at the party himself.”

you uncross your arms and instead curl your fingers into fists at your side

“so why didn’t you sneak through the guestroom window asshole -”

“don’t know which window is the guest room. i just knew this one was yours because of the childish curtains.”

he gets under your nerves. he really does. he has since you meet him as the naïve new kid at your towns middle school

and he - he was the ever so perfect at everything upperclassman.

that hadn’t changed much now - as you got older you came to understand that kun could do no wrong in the eyes of everyone BUT you

your parents thought he was the shining example of a young man, your friends all wanted to date him, and now even your cousin who was staying with you for the summer was impressed with him.

they’d met at the party you had thrown to welcome your cousin and how kun even got there - you don’t know - but he’d shown up with sicheng and ten

and then was talking to your cousin and everyone and making you irritated the entire night ....... and yet ............ here he was now

sneaking out with YOUR cousin to go to another party. who’s party? you didn’t know - your own damn cousin had invited KUN and not YOU

you don’t want to bite your tongue anymore - you want to start mouthing off on him just like he thinks he has the right to do with you

but if you raise your voice, you’ll wake your parents and you have the sinking feeling that if they walked in on this scene

they might not be as angry about it as other parents would be......you cringe, thinking about how your mother had once inquired you if kun and you were considering being more than friends.

you look up at him now. more than friends? he’s going to be my enemy till i die.

you think your worry comes to life when your door opens and you turn so fast in fear of seeing your parents actually standing there, but it is just your cousin

who grins at kun and pushes past you like you’re a ghost in your own room

“ready to go dude?” he asks and kun suddenly takes this moment of all to look at you

he makes a noise of agreement, but he keeps his line of vision on you. it makes something crawl up your skin. creep, don’t look at me like that!

it only lasts a split second, before both boys are using your window to sneak out into the sticky summer night and you’re rushing over to shut it.

before you do - you watch them disappear out of the backyard - two figures in the moon.

you huff, reaching for your curtains and you don’t notice kun look back.

this keeps happening.

sometimes kun does come sneaking back through your window (he says he can’t get the guest room one where your cousin is - there’s nothing for him to climb up on that side of the house) but rather than just that

kun just keeps appearing around you

he’s at the same parties, he’s at the same park, he’s at the same beach. the town has never felt smaller and your cousin is the reason for it all. he drags kun everywhere - like they’re the bestest of friends.

they’ve known each other for like two or something weeks.....can’t they find other people to hangout with! maybe i should just stay in my room from now on-

you turn off the shower and try to erase the thought from your head. you wrap a towel around yourself and scurry down the hall back to your room where you shut the door and sigh.

he annoys me so much that my brain can’t help thinking about him when it should just be trying to throw him out of my he-

your shoulders tense when you hear a familiar sound at the window.

no fucking way

the curtains are drawn back now and through the glass you see the familiar outline of kun’s figure

you stomp over - you’ve been boiling over his constant presence and you think fine, he wants to come into your room, you wont let him until he hears what you really think

so you yank the window up, but not enough for him to climb through

“hey i can-”

“kun, i know everyone thinks your gods gift to this earth but what would they think of you trying to sneak into my room through the goddamn window at midnight? huh? can’t spend your summer doing something better than bothering me? that’s what the prince of this little town does - peep through wind-”

in the heat of the moment you throw your hands up to the glass of the window and the towel ....... drops

you probably wouldn’t have even noticed - how wound up you’ve gotten - but kun

kun nearly falls straight off the side of your house and you can see the panic reflected in his eyes flash so you yank the window up and instead of letting him fall backwards

you pull him in and ontop of you

the two of you topple over onto your carpet - the thudding sound resounds and kun catches himself on his arms so his weight doesn’t crush you

you stare up - that flash of panic is still in kun’s eyes and for a second you try to figure out why when you feel the summer air gust through and all over your exposed skin

you scream, because what else can you do, and kun pushes himself off you

you reach for the towel pooled beside you and wrap yourself back up - getting to your feet with wobbly horror and staring at kun who is sitting back with that expression stil on his face

it doesn’t last long though because you hear someone pull at your doorknob - your mothers voice coming from the otherside

kun falls back and rolls himself under your bedframe - just in time for the door to open and your mother to rush in with worry laced in her voice

“what happened?”

qian kun just saw me naked!

“i- i though-i thought i saw something in the window im fine, really!”

your mother pries but you push her back toward the door gently, assuring her that it was probably an owl or a racoon in a tree. really.

she touches your shoulder and says to call her if you need anything. you close the door again and listen to her footsteps down the stairs.

you breath in and turn around - kun has gotten out from under the bed and is now standing at the corner of your bed looking more lost than you’ve ever seen him in your life

no snarky remarks, no stupid smug look on his face

you feel angry. you still feel all pissed off from before, but now there’s something else coursing through you.

shame.

“get out”

you grit your teeth.

“i - i would never-”

“get out kun, seriously.”

he stumbles, no confidence and no superiority, just an almost wounded like stride as he reaches for the window again.

he looks over his shoulder and you brace yourself - with him, he could look sad all he wants but you know deep down he could say something so cruel right about now-

“im sorry.”

you clutch the towel

sorry for what? for being better than me at everything? for having to see me at my most vulnerable when all i ever see you at is your best?

you think - or at least you assume you think this - you don’t realize you’ve said it out loud

kun stops and swallows, “im not the best at anything. im a horrible liar you know.”

“what?”

the towel should be soft, but it feels heavy, like a lifeline you’re gripping but that just gets harder and harder to keep close

kun pushes his lower body through the window and then looks at you one final time

“im a horrible liar. the reasons i even- the reason im always around you isn’t because of your cousin. it’s because i want to be near-”

you don’t hear the last word because he disappears right after that, you stand in the corner of your room, he wants to be near what?

you look at the shut door, the mirror hanging on the back of it, and your reflection

did he say he wants to be near me?

you don’t really go anywhere for a couple of days after that.

your cousin is always out, but you don’t even want to go see your friends. you just know that that will risk seeing-

something knocks against your window and you look over, a new feeling swelling in your chest that isn’t like that dread you’ve felt before

but instead of kun’s figure - you just see the raindrops that are accumulating on the glass

a heavy summer storm brews up outside and you think it’s ironic. your brain feels like it is going through a tornado of its own.

you walk toward it and think it would be nice to feel the rain though - to touch something outside of room and when you open it you do see something

you see someone in the backyard

“kun?”

you’re rushing out on the grass - barefoot and wrapping your arms around yourself in the wind of the rain

“kun why are you here - my cou-”

“im here to see you.”

you don’t understand - and then a strong chill that doesn’t come from the storm runs up your spine - he’s here to make fun of me isn’t he? mock me?

“listen, i don’t want to hear it from you of all people - you saw me naked for a second and you have no right-”

“its you. im always here to see you. do you understand?”

he’s talking over me - like usual - but why is his tone-

“excuse me? understand wh-”

the rain gets heavier and you cannot believe you’re about to do this but you’re getting soaked and so is kun and so you point to your window

“meet me up there.”

you don’t know why you invite him. you expect the worst and you expect to get hurt and made fun of it. but you do it anyway.

part of you is saying it’s because you want to pick a fight - but another part, quieter and that’s been dormant for a while says no, it’s because you might think you hate kun but you aren’t going to let him stand out in the rain any longer.

you wish you could tell this part to shut up and go away, but you give into it every time. especially, it seems, when it comes to him of all people.

kun looks displaced again in your room - he usually sneaks through and acts like he owns the place - but this time he’s back to this awkward atmosphere

you feel sick thinking about how you kind of wish you had the other side of him back

“so why are you here kun, really. it’s embarrassing enough for me that you saw me-”

“im sick of lying.”

you blink, looking at him more seriously

“lying?”

“your cousin is fun and all, but cmon - you said it yourself. everyone expects the best of me, why would i spend my summer partying around the town. do you think i like it?”

speechless you don’t say anything in response and kun continues

“it’s just, finally i had an excuse good enough to be around you. to sneak up through your window, to hangout with the people you are friends with, to see you. otherwise - i never get a chance to-”

he looks different tonight, maybe because he’s drenched with rain, but he looks more like the kun you’ve known for years

put together, serious, he even has his glasses on tonight which shocks you more than anything because ever since the summer started - ever since he’s been around your cousin - he seems to have ditched them

you think slowly the pieces are coming together in your head about what point kun is making

it creeps in and you think shock is going to overcome you when kun confesses - with none of that bravado he seems to have adapted -

“i just know you hate me and without a good reason you would never let me near you so i - i just did the one thing that meant i could be close to you, because i dont hate you, i really like-”

you take a couple of steps toward him, closing your fingers around his face and you hear kun’s breath hitch up

you pull him down and toward you and just as you’re about to brush your lips against his - you instead pull him into a tight hug

you bury your face in his chest. his hands stuck stiff at his sides

“im not going to kiss you until you promise me one thing kun”

you can feel his heartbeat and yours, both rushing - louder than the thunder outside

“wh-what?”

“if we do this - whatever this will be - you have to promise you’ll still hangout with my cousin. he really thinks you guys are best friends.”

after a bit of a pause you feel his chest rumble with laughter

which you take offense to as you pull out of his arms - “hey don’t laugh! im being seri-”

“this is why i want to be near you by the way.”

he looks at you and for the first time it isn’t cold or accompanied by a sneer, the warmth in the deep browns almost makes you coy

“the guy you’re enemies with tells you they like you and you go ‘whatever, just keep being nice to my cousin’.”

you cross your arms, “family before boyfriends.”

kun cocks an eyebrow, “boyfriend? you move fast.”

“qian kun you’ve seen me naked. you better be ready for commitment.”

he loops his hands around your waist and you yelp a little at the sound contact - hugging and all is one but now he is pushing you up and against him

“im ready for anything if it means i can see you naked again.”

after that - everything shifts

naturally it does, you do start dating the guy you swore you’d hate till you died but that’s not the only thing

you are also dating the most sought after guy in your town and while most of the other people your age go green with envy - your parents and cousin (surprisingly) are over the moon

your parents you get, but you thought your cousin would hate the idea - when infact he confesses that he’s happy you like kun now - you all three can hangout easier for the rest of his summer here!

you’re all having dinner one time and your mother asks what made you finally realize you liked kun

you fluster, and kun quips that he just had to sneak through your window a couple of times to end up sneaking into your heart

your parents laugh - oh qian kun would never sneak through a window, only bad boys do that!

you almost choke on your peas

you won’t lie - you have insecurities and worries in the beginning, kun could still be pulling a fast one on you. or maybe you two just will never get over the competition between each other.

but that all proves null, you and him can be sarcastic and joke around all you want it doesn’t stop the feelings that grow tenfold through the summer

that feeling that when you are with him, there isn’t anyone else around

and kun really is the best at everything (you don’t say it out loud though)

but he does have the looks, the brains, the popularity and boy does he know what he’s doing with those hands of his

safe to say that he might have seen you naked first but you definitely saw him as well

you joke about it and your cousin is like ok. nevermind. this relationship between yall is GROSS jkjk

and then - like all things, summer ends, and your cousin is back off to his hometown

and when you’re saying goodbye - he goes up to you and leans in to whisper something so no one else hears

“that’s not going to happen!”

you exclaim when he leans out, but he just shrugs and says “just promise you will.”

so you do promise.

when you comeback to join kun he asks what the promise was about and you roll your eyes, muttering that it’s unrealistic so it doesn’t matter.

the only issue is - it is very realistic

because ten years later you are sending out invitations to you and kun’s wedding

he’s sitting at the dinner table beside you and watching you handwrite the notes, cutely testing out your cursive

he teases your mistakes and you swat at him, he leans down to kiss the side of your cheek when he looks at the invitation in your hand

it’s addressed to your cousin and kun reads it out loud:

“hey cousin, im keeping my promise from the past - the promise that id invite you to me and kun’s wedding.”

kun looks at you and you can’t believe the look makes you blush - even as a damn adult

kun keeps reading;

“and the other promise - that ill dance with you right after i dance with kun.”

kun chuckles, “you might not keep that one - because im not letting anyone else dance with after me. you’ll be mine that night.”

you scrunch up your nose, “dummy - ill be yours forever.”

#kun scenarios #kun au #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv au #nct au #nct scenarios #nostolgic au #kun #sfw #nudity/#wayv #nct

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katieamnesiaandrews · 2 years

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i am having a normal time about this, please consider hungover in jonestown by amigo the devil as an izzy song. i'm dying and in flames and so normal.

first off anon amigo the devil is probably my fave artist of all time??? so this is immediately so sexy

secondly, can't believe I didn't think of this as a song for them and now that I'm listening to it you're absolutely right and I'm also so normal about this

You are the hammer, I am the nail I'm building a house in the fire on the hill There is a string that leads me to hope I tie the noose, but you are the rope

I'd like to note that if we're taking this song from Izzy's perspective, every single one of these aspects is tied to Izzy doing grueling work. He's the nail, the builder, the hangman, while Blackbeard is the hammer, the fire, the rope. There's something to be said about how Blackbeard is a force of nature-- as much as it's a persona of protection for Ed he's still naturally very good at it. While, on the other hand, Izzy is a blunt fucking instrument. He can be the a tool in Blackbeard's brilliance, or the channel for his rage, he can hit, burn, and hang under Blackbeard's orders, or he can be hit, be burned, be hung--

but he is never anything but something to be stood upon, a stepping stone for greater men.

(There's also the first hint of suicidal ideation in this-- I noted in a post earlier that despite Izzy expressing that he doesn't want to to die in the show, it's clear he doesn't mind the dying, only the how of it. If he goes out in a blaze of glory doing Blackbeard's will, that's hallowed and holy and right.)

It was a lie that got me in bed I am the dog, you are the shed I can't find the perk in the percocet When you're not around

The lie that got Izzy in bed with Blackbeard was Blackbeard himself. As others have pointed out, Blackbeard isn't completely disconnected from Ed-- Ed clearly has plenty of darkness in him and he does fully enjoy the art of fuckery and the cleverness it requires, he even enjoys the performance sometimes-- but it's not all he is, and the Blackbeard persona doesn't allow the softness, healthy love, and the more gentle intelligence that Ed is clearly capable of. It seems that Izzy has mostly known the persona of Blackbeard, and the Ed breaking more regularly through the cracks is a more recent development. He calls Ed a shell of a man but, NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE Blackbeard was the shell this whole time!

And like, carrying off the dog metaphor, it makes sense that Izzy, loyal fucking mutt that he is, is barking and biting and generally carrying on about the new state of things because imagine you are a dog, right, and your master has taught you: this is the way of things, and this is how you obey, and this is how we survive and thrive-- and then-- completely alters course. The commands are senseless, the orders removed from the reality you know, "he's done something to my boss' brain" is the only fucking explanation because you've been trained for DECADES to uphold a certain status quo, and you're too busy thinking of you and Blackbeard as inseparable soulmates with the same morals and feelings to recognize that that's no longer true and maybe wasn't ever so. (Am I saying Izzy and Ed trauma bonded and that Izzy is trying to recreate that trauma/danger/fear so that he can feel the strength of that connection again?? Probably yes.)

This is the fight that taught me to feel

Only note on this is, going back to the status quo (of toxic masculinity), Izzy appears to have learned love and affection from one place and that's in the intricate rituals men perform violently and viciously to give each other intimacy without compromising their masculinity. Abuse = love, sex/erotic violence as a form of self harm, loyalty and devotion strung with derision and reproach because you should only love the power of a man not the man himself.

If I am the drunk, you are the wheel So I drink till the night becomes another day

(Complete bunny trail here but, do we ever see Izzy pick up a drink of rum or alcohol? I know he drinks from a tin cup at some point but I'm unsure if it's spirits. It begs the question, does he drink at all, and if that isn't one of his normal vices, is that something he would fall into if he lost Blackbeard for good? He clearly has an addictive personality, so would one addiction replace the other? And Ed clearly self medicates with alcohol while unhappy, so does that mean that Izzy is more content, generally, or that his self medication is pain, and possibly self harm? So many questions.)

No one ever chooses to be a flawed design But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Something about these two lines are so inherently Izzy, like he clearly doesn't value himself on his own despite his arrogance and commanding attitude, and I imagine he certainly sees himself as flawed next to Blackbeard, and maybe even sees himself (deep deeeeep deeeeeep down) as flawed because nobody fucking likes his mangy ass (affectionate). And there's a certain resignation to that, like: no one needs to like me, I'm here to serve, to obey, and to die in a blaze of glory. Nothing more, nothing less. Also, life is a joke and death is the punchline? *Izzy, in the distance* WELL IT FUCKING IS NOW THANKS TO STEDE FUCKING BONNET.

You are the queen and I am the rook You are the fire and I burn like a book I don't know how this one ends till I die And the honest part of 'reliable' is the lie The greater the power, the more the abuse You are the hand, I worship the bruise If romance is dead, I guess I'm a necrophiliac

Hoo okay hooo *spongebob leaning.jpeg* one line at a time

Something something about the inherent queerness of viewing Blackbeard as a Queen instead of a King, the acknowledgement of the gentleness inside him that's usually associated with femininity, and the fact that this femininity, when inverted, makes him more cruel in a distinctively clever and apathetic way than any pure masculine rage could ever be. Like Izzy may love Blackbeard, but the viciousness he adores in the persona derives from a very wounded Ed. (He has GOT to realize at some point that without the foundation of Ed there is no fucking Blackbeard and I am READY for it to hit him like a ton of fucking bricks to the FACE.)

The agony??? Of not knowing where you stand with someone until you reach the grave? Like, "I don't know how this one ends till I die", either implies that 1. You went down fighting for this person and only on your deathbed do you tell them how you feel and finally receive a response, because death is the ONLY excuse you can THINK OF that allows confessions of love, or 2. You literally don't know how the other person felt until you're dead and are gifted that knowledge as a spirit. Either way, FUCKED.

And we KNOW that the honest part of reliable is the lie because we've SEEN Izzy betray Blackbeard in BLACKBEARD'S NAME multiple times, because Izzy is wiling to twist and bend his loyalty in order to allow "protection" of Ed and the status quo in the way he thinks is best. (Which brings up a question I haven't considered till right now, could Izzy kill Ed to "preserve" the legacy of Blackbeard?? I actually think he fucking could. How terrifying is that?)

On the note of power and abuse-- as fucked as Izzy is, I don't think it should be overlooked that Ed uses Izzy as well, and doesn't seem to give much of a shit about him in the majority of their interactions. He's BORED and he is bored of Izzy too (and gods how that must burn a man who craves praise and approval the way Izzy does.) Izzy is clearly overjoyed when Blackbeard chokes him and cuts off his toe, but he's also grieving because it's not about him. Any attention is good attention to him, even if it's a fucking bruise or a toe in his MOUTH, but that attention feels hollowing and agonizing when he knows it's only directed towards him because he's there and he allows it.

(For legal reasons I am not going to talk about the necrophiliac line but like... you guys know. I know that you know that I know that we all know that we know. We know.)

Every god needs a sacrifice I am the cross, and you are the Christ

*laughs in religiously traumatized homosexual* Fuck I love religious blasphemy. Interesting tho, that Izzy is the one that is like "This is my body broken for you" and Ed is like "girl new phone who this". Interesting how Ed is like "hey let's try dying" but when given a chance at escape he grabs it with both hands, while Izzy clings to his doomed status quo, because that's all that "men like us" are allowed. Interesting how Ed would have pulled himself free from that inevitable comfortless and pointless demise, while Izzy craves the bloody end he knows is coming with the same ferocity of a beaten down dog. Interesting how Izzy's just waiting for the opportunity to give that life away, one final act of devotion before he can lay his body down, and it has to be for the one man that's ever meant anything to him. just... INTERESTING.

Something about the way you beat me down And I'll never learn You're the point of no return The pain in my chest, the stain on your dress The glass in my eye But this life is a joke, and death is the punchline

Cuz it's you it's you it's all for you, everything I do-- mixing song metaphors now but Jesus Christ. It's obvious he brings so much agony down on his own head, but to give everything you are and everything you have to someone, to mold you identity and purpose around a captaincy you have built TOGETHER, and then have it not be enough? Not only that but to be rejected for the favor of a man who did not DO THE WORK, stumbled into it because he's rich and foolish, who has none of the history or the knowledge of the man you love and yet seems to connect with him in a way you never could? (You know what, I've talked myself into it my opinion is that Izzy was very calm and rational about all this because I would have been WORSE I would have been so much worse.)

Past the point of no return, no going back now-- except this passion play Izzy has been writing in his head might never have begun at all, because now he sees how much Ed cares for Stede, and what Ed looks like when he's in love (though he's absolutely not ready to admit that's what he's seen yet.) And it's like, give me pain, disable me, this is my body broken for you, just don't leave, because I don't know how this one ends until I die and I need you to be here for that end or else LIFE IS A JOKE AND MY DEATH IS THE PUNCHLINE. Stede fucking Bonnet turned the entire goddam universe into his personal rom-com playground and if he wins Izzy's life is a joke, and his death means nothing, because Ed won't even give a shit.

#izzy hands #ed teach #ed x izzy #ofmd #blackbeard #this got so long I'm so fucking sorry lmao #apparently I have so many thoughts #to be clear i love stede im just coming at this from izzy's perspective and he... does not rip #teeming brain #asks

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 3 years

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HASO, “Ash.”

A couple people were showing some interest in other Alien characters aboard the ship, and I thought I would give you all some insight into that. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you all have a great day.

“You have ruined this family.”

“What have you done!”

“The war is the only thing left for you now, so make yourself useful and die.”

Etium slowly lifted his head from the computer where he sat staring blankly at the accounting spreadsheet on the screen. Beside him, the other two Tesraki’s chairs were empty. He sighed, and slowly turned back to the accounting. They had likely finished their half of the books hours ago, leaving him to sit in the darkness alone with his own strange thoughts. His four fingered hands clicked at the keys of the human made keyboard,

He was good at typing, pretty fast for someone who was missing two requisite fingers, but he was nothing in comparison to the others.

He was nothing in comparison to most Tesraki.

Etium was slow when it came to doing the books, repeatedly checking every line and ever string of numbers for any possible mistake that could have been made. The process took him hours longer than it should have, but finally he stood, pushing back his chair and hopping down to the floor. The human ship whirred softly in the distance. It was a comforting sound, but he had always found some measure of comfort in humanity.

Etium had been hit the hardest by the huminization phenomenon. It didn’t surprise him all that much. He had fought side by side with humans since the Drev war, and the changes in him had taken a long time to develop. They ran deep now through his body as sure as his blood. WIth skills honed in human war, and being one of few survivors, he was quick to react to sounds, followed movement more easily, and could read body language better than almost any other alien he knew.

Dr Krill wasn’t even as good as he considered himself.

That’s what war did to a person.

He reached up to his torn ear and shivered at the smell of smoke that seemed to waft up from his fur. He could never get the smell of ash out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

Etium knew there was something wrong with him, but he kept that to himself. The others tended to avoid him, and that was alright. He was friends with the Finnari, and while they were a bit sensitive, he supposed that was ok. He didn’t need anyone asking questions about what he was doing and why he was there.

He ducked through one of the maintenance corridors, and into the hallway behind the rec room.

He could hear humans and Drev talking and laughing on the other side, but when he passed through the next door, he found the hall opened into a large-ish storage room that was lined in boxes and crates. Inside was what remained of the Omen crew. Tesraki, Finnari, Celzex and Yeb. They had a little place here for those aliens who found it difficult to constantly interact with humans.

Yeb was a bit of a special case as she seemed to hop between both without much trouble. She lounged on one of the crates, her tail swishing back and forth against the box below her, bright green fur along her back, waving slightly in the air currents.

Etium leaned against the wall making no noise, and interacting with no one.

He wouldn’t have minded hanging out with humans, and drev, but….. Every time he did he just couldn’t shake the smell of smoke.

Why was he here?

Because he had seen a human boldly risk his life for two wounded alien soldiers.

Etium remembered the red sky above and the ash covered ground beneath. He remembered the wounded Rundi soldier at his side as the creature stalked towards them from the darkness. He remembered the flash of blue, and then an animal howl as the human came charging from nowhere.

When he closed his eyes, he could still hear the blood curdling scream of pain the human had given off as his limbs were ripped from his body.

He shook himself trying to shake the smoke away.

“Clan is more important than anything else.”

Etium lifted his head, arms still crossed over his chest.

“Then mean nothing.” Yeb was saying, “My parents abandoned me in an ice cave when I was just a cub.”

“Not our fault your species is defective.” Lord Avex was saying.

The burg lifted his hands in an attempt to keep the piece, technicolor wings flickering behind him, “Not now, all of you we must remember that as different species we all have different beliefs and needs. He pressed his hands together. The Burg do find clan very important, but it was for our survival for the longest time. There are plenty of other species that don’t need such things, like the Vrul or the Gibb for example, who are solitary creatures.”

The group of three finnari huddled close together and nodded.

They wouldn’t be likely to argue, they hated conflict and tried to keep the peace as much as it was possible.

He glanced over to the side surprised to find Waffles, the dog, lying with her head on her paws, around her neck, the snake creature Jeffery hung like a boa scarf.

He supposed she had any right to be here like the rest of them, she wasn’t human and neither was the snake. Though neither of them were classified as sentient and didn’t have the intelligence to speak. Waffles licked at her paws and Jeffery lifted his head turning to look at the speakers as if he was listening intently.

“This is not about biology, this is about the facts. There is strength in numbers, and numbers can win out over force anyday. Humans are the best example of this and you all know it. They managed to survive on a death world by making packs.”

Lord Avex did have a point, but lord Avex was also known for being an egotistical asshole.

That was sort of the defining feature of Celzex.

The furry little creatures were very proud, and very loyal, so they were both a blessing and an absolute pain to have on your side.

Most of the time they just liked causing problems for the sake of causing problems.

“There is nothing wrong with a solitary existence. My species has been living as single occupants inside a distanced society for a very long time.”

Lord Avex snorted, “Might I also point out that you society is a fascist Authoritarian dictatorship recovering from a pandemic crisis and refuses to join the GA to control their own citizens?”

The hair on the back of her body stood up, “Oh like your planet is any better. Roving warring clans who eat their own children.”

“Please, Peace.” THe burg was saying.

“You have no place in this. The burg have lived under a corrupted monarchy for ages.”

Etium sighed and closed his eyes.

Apparently, he had sighed much louder than he intended, and when he opened his eyes the entire room was looking at him,

“You got something to say.” Avex growled, “Anything to offer from a corporate capitalist hellscape.”

Etium pushed himself off from the wall, “No, I have nothing to say.”

Avex bristled, and when he did he got even fluffier, “I don’t think we are done here. I want to hear what you have to say.”

Etium sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of this one, “I think that all of our societies suck, they just all do it equally.”

The room bristled, but he kept going. He had stuck his foot in it and now he was going to have to deal. He looked at yeb and Avex, “Both of you are true about the other, same with the burg sorry to say.” He nodded over at the winged creature, “But think about it, all of us suck in some way or another,. My species destroyed our own natural habitats in the name of progress, He looked at the Finnari, No cohesive leadership, and a societal wide inability to make decisions. The Vrul live under a corrupted communist system and the Rundi are all politicians, so guess where that leads us. The Drev are a fractured group of clans bent on killing each other for no other reason than the fact that it is honorable. And don’t even get me started on humans, they are the worst of us all, since they can do everything we can and more.”

He sort of expected the uproar that followed, but kept his head low to avoid having to deal with it. He brushed a hand through his fur, attempting, mostly to brush the ash from it, and despite being able to feel it with his fingertips, he saw none break loose.

The room grew louder and louder until a sharp bark broke the silence.

The room went very quiet very suddenly.

He turned to see waffles had risen up into a sitting position, her hackles raised.

She growled low in her throat , and the entire room calmed down very quickly after that, Jeffery opened his mouth and turned his head like a periscope around the room.

Waffles slid back onto the floor and rested her chin on her paws ears sticking straight up as she sighed.

The room was only slowly able to return to its former discussion, though everyone remained mostly quiet.

Etium slumped back against the wall. He could see the other Tesraki across the room staring at him. He tried to ignore them for the most part, he didn’t really fit in with them to any sort of degree. He didn’t blame them.

He wasn’t particularly good with finances.

He didn’t have to be though, most humans were pretty poort at it too, so any ability whatsoever was considered good. That was another reason why he was here. If he was slow and ok at handling money, then he was going to be fine. If he tried to work anywhere else as a Tesraki….

He'd be fired

Or disowned…

Etium quietly slipped from the room, out and down the hallway. He knew where he was going, and followed his own memory down through the hallways until he came to a door. He knocked once.

“Come in.”

The door slid open and he stepped into a room lit by soft yellow light. Dr Adric was sitting at his desk, skin glowing a pale yellow in the dim lighting. He looked up, and when he smiled his teeth flashed white.

“Etium, it is good to see you. I didn’t expect you till our session tomorrow.”

Etium wandered into the room glancing down at the diagrams on the wall, and the large books on the shelves beside the desk. “Do you want me to leave.”

“No, of course not, take a seat.”

He did and stared up at the ceiling with a sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Etium was quiet for a while, but finally opened his mouth to speak, “I can still smell the ash sometimes, Feel it in my fur when I go to bed. It…. doesn't really bother me most of the time, and I know it’s not real, but it certainly feels that way.”

Dr Adtric leaned on his desk and nodded, “Did you know somatic hallucinations are extremely common In Tesraki.”

He rubbed his fur, “Really?”

“Yes, at least one in twenty report small things. Feelings of items brushing over their fur even when nothing is there. If it starts to bother you, come to me and we will look into helping it. Otherwise just remember the exercises I taught you.”

He shifted in his seat and absently looked at the wall, “So if Somatic hallucinations are common in Tesraki….. Than what about everyone else?”

Dr Adric smiled at him. His expression, both charming and calming at the same time. He had an eir about him that just seemed to make things slow down and relax. It was a nice feeling to have.

“Well both Vrul and Gibb are prone to psychosis with obsessive and grandiosity characteristics. Most Vrul I know could be classified as having some sort of anxiety. Rundi are commonly seen with OCD. Celzex presents with characteristics of Antisocial personality disorder. Finnari can commonly be seen with dependent personality disorders. Both the Drevb and the Starborn, have a high rate of narcissism. In the case of the starborn, they have a 100% rate at this time…. Though to be fair we only have one starborn”

Etium couldn’t help but smile just a little. “Humans have all of those things I guess, since you have a name for all of them.”

“Yes. Though, I would say that I work most closely with Post Traumatic Stress.”

“Like what I have?”

“Similarly yes, though yours presents differently.”

“That’s what the Admiral’s dog is for? He said she was a PTSD dog.”

“That would be correct.”

Etium leaned back in his seat and stared out the window behind Adric. The man said he presented with listlessness, difficulty concentrating, and emotional detachment. He didn’t have flashbacks or stress associated, which is why he couldn't be entirely diagnosed, bu7t the two of them were pretty sure whatever he had was similar. They had thought about depression on one or two occasions, but he didn’t have trouble getting out of bed, or doing things that he enjoyed. He just got listless and distracted a lot.

Adric thought it might be an entirely different issue from what humans could get, but as of yet, there wasn’t enough research to determine that. They were working on it in their own right now, and he had been feeling a little more present, but he still wasn’t really there yet.

He hoped that soon he would be out of the rut he was stuck in.,

“Have you managed to tell the Admiral, like we had been talking about.”

Etium picked at the fur on his arm, “He seems…. Too busy to talk to me and I…. well I don’t know what it would accomplish.”

“I think it would be good for you to talk to someone who experienced the war.”

Etium sighed, “I didn’t really do much in the war. I sat there and just… was scared. The humans did everything.”

“I think you might find there are humans that feel the same way you do. I encourage you to talk to him. Knowing the man myself, I have no doubt that he will be accepting of your story.” He held up his hands, “I don’t want to push you, but I do encourage you to let him know.”

I think it would be good for both of you

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withoneheadlight · 4 years

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oh man that one with billy convincing steve to skip work has got me thinking trophy husband billy

Oh, anon! 💗💗💗💗adkahdshdhdkhkhdYESSS. I LOVE this idea!

And I’m SURE he would be the happiest trophy husband. And also the kind that's showy. Has so much fun going over the top with it, being gossip material. All cliché-y, and Diva-like. Basically confirming what everyone thinks about him (about them) precisely because it’s the diametrically opposed to what it really is.

Doing things like:

Mowing the lawn in mini-mini-shorts. Working on his tan on their lovely backyard on the sunny Sunday Summer mornings (in that exact spot where –coincidentally– Mr. Walker, their blatantly homophobic next door neighbor, would have to get out of his own backyard with his eyes closed not to see). Being reaaaally polite with everyone around (Mr. Walker included), smiling and waving his hand like “Hiiii, Janice! How did that new face treatment go?” because they live in a Nice Place now, six years after Robert Harrington made Steve climb his way up the company ladder right from the bottom “Exactly like everyone else”, both as a punishment and a trial; after working their asses out of their shitty one-bedroom apartment, having to prove themselves in every single step (as Steve and Billy, but also as SteveandBilly), but,

Here they are.

And now Steve has a very good job, one he’s genuinely good at, one that pays for much more than hardly the bills and maybe having dinner out from time to time. And they’re happy and they are together and they fucking made it, despite barely anyone around them given two shits. Now, Steve slicks his wild hair back from Monday to Friday, wears the nicest suits, so fitting and sexy and oh so preppy Billy sometimes gets a hard-on just from seeing them all together in the dressing room, hanging in a perfectly tidy line, made of the same material of sins.

So.

He just doesn’t see the point in not treating himself every once in a while. Make Steve run late for work or not getting there at all. In no letting himself enjoy the way those tailored beauties emphasize the shape of Steve’s glorious ass. Enjoy the certainty that in a big, stylish, impeccably neat office downtown, Steve’s dad is rolling his eyes all the way back into their sockets.

And also.

In not letting himself revel in the exhilarating feeling of sliding full into this ‘hot-mess trophy hubby’ persona almost everyone around them assumes he is. Steve’s Harrington boy-toy. “That California scum. Must be real good at sucking dick to get a deal like that.” Make the rumors roll down the small streets of Hawkins and under the door of his own father’s house. Thrive in the knowledge that every time Neil Hargrove hears any or those rumors or gets even the tiiiniest glimpse of them two together, going out and about holding hands, feels like he’s about to puke his guts out thinking about what his son has ‘become’.

And aside from that, he kind of––enjoys, this trophy husband thing, to be honest. It’s been ten years since they got together now. Billy likes to keep things spiced-up. So when Steve is promoted and they move to be close to the new office, along with the house Billy buys a pair of powder pink slippers, fluffy ball of floating fur on top, and a see-through, fur-riveted robe to match. Some days he goes to his morning cockteling&tanning session in the backyard wearing only that (“Heeeey! How ya doin’ Mr. Walker?”). Kisses Steve goodbye long and filthy at the door, where everyone can see, opening the robe wide to wrap it around them both together, pressing their bodies flush, biting at his ear and whispering “Bring me a diamond when you come back, honey bunny” making Steve snort but say "You deserve a million of them, babe" making Billy melt, feel a bit like he's dripping love out of all the pores of his body, making a puddle that will permanently stain the glamorous white marble of the entryway as he waves Steve goodbye, scratches with feign indifference at the trail of fair hairs coming out his flashy-green pants to counteract the way Steve's killer smile makes him blush as hard as the first time, a whole decade away, that cold November night when he grabbed Billy by the collar of his T-shirt and said "I'm gonna kiss you. And then you're gonna punch me. And I don't care.”

It’s like a fucking fairytale. The way things were going? The most Billy expected out of life was live if fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse behind. But now, he’s got the guy of his dreams. He’s got a life he could have never dreamed of. He’s got Steve, now. Steve, who’s good, is caring. Always fights him back. Doesn’t buy any of the shit he tries to pull off. Steve, who's got lips like that moment the earth forgets about gravity when you’re riding down the hill of a rollercoaster. Got eyes that can rip out of you promises you never thought you'd make (like: I do and forever and not even death). That always see Billy when they look at him.

And now, he gets to wake up every morning before he does, put the Moka pot on the stove. Gets to see Steve’s sleepy face right after rolling out of bed, hair still untamed, pouty lips, bare feet dragging over the floor. See the way he beams, smile wide and devastatingly sweet when Billy tells him “I made you coffee, babe”. Gets Steve kissing him like a daydream, laying him over the kitchen table, fucking him before even touching breakfast with his fancy pink robe on.

And Billy thought he would have to change. Give something, to have something. Didn’t really mind. Too lucky to complain. Thought he would have to stop being mean once they got married. Play the tamed part. Thought he was going to have to behave to fit into the rich and respectable life they had landed at. But. No-No. Rich people? They’re way meaner than regular people, turns out. Billy’s just been upgraded to play for the Asshole’s World Championship Cup.

And he’s always been good at sports.

So he goes to the hair salon the afternoon before any important event. Gets a facial. Does his nails. Buys new clothes. Gets all Pretty Woman on himself just so Steve can show him off. And oh. OH. OHHH. Steve does show him off. To his dad. His mom. The whole party. Doesn’t give a fuck about whatever people keeps on whispering behind their backs. Offers his arm to Billy and Billy clings to him, keeps his chin up. He’s never been as afraid of anything as much as Steve not loving him back. He’s fearless now. Because here they are. So he lets Steve walk him through the crowd as the King he was born like. Brilliant. Proud. Letting Billy to deal with the vultures if he fancies to do that.

“Awwww. But look at you!! Anyone can tell you two are soooo in love!”

Fake boobs. Fake Louboutins. Fake Smile. Billy is Queen Bee now. He’s got this.

“Oh, no Miss Treadaway. I dearly appreciate you noticing how good my acting skills are. But it’s exactly as you said to Miss Walton the other day. I only married Stevie here because he’s got a big dick and it’s loaded. And he only married me because of how good I look on all fours. You’re too perceptive to hide it!”

But with Steve’s parents? With Steve’s parents Billy is relentlessly n i c e. When Robert Harrington won’t even look at him. When Crystal Harrington blows saccharine all over him like in a bad magic trick, deceivingly sweet when she says, “Well William. Maybe it's time you get a real job too now our Steven is running his own branch" cold war buzzing between them when Billy spreads his most honest, open smile, not a millimeter of animadversion showing “But I already have a real job, Crystal. I take care of your son. And there’s also, you know, that side thing I do of running Garage” making her fingers clutch hard around her cup of fine champagne, making Steve’s lips fight to repress a grin, eyes fond, and soft and in love. And Billy will do whatever it takes, endure whatever he has to, if what he gets in return is this: the way the narrow space keeping them apart feels like inevitability when they're about to kiss.

And everyone thought he was going after the money, when they married. Most still do. But Billy never actually asked for diamonds. Well, not for real. But he gets one anyway. Tenth anniversary and counting. It shines unreal on his finger, as much as this life he has now, as the liquid shine of Steve’s eyes when he says “They come from fire, just like you. I always thought they would fit so well. And looks like I was right” and just a few years before, Billy would have said “This is too much, I can’t take it” too afraid Steve would get the wrong impression too, too afraid to not be up to him. But now, he understands, that this is just another way Steve is trying to take care of him, to show him love. So now, Billy lets Steve spoil him as much as he wants. Take him out for dinner without reason. Hand him a sealed envelope saying, “What about showing me that ocean you love so much?” Kissing him in front of everyone, all the time, ringed fingers intertwined.

Lets him buy them a California King just to make a stupid joke, get Billy Hargrove to blush.

“We can ditch all of this, if you’re not happy. You know that, right? I don’t care about anything else as long as it’s you and I”

Billy shakes his head. “I am happy, pretty boy. Happier than I ever thought I could be” Tickles Steve’s nose with the fluffy, pink fuzz all around his robe until he sneezes and chuckles. “But I wanna know,” he says, tone pouty and tragic “It is true, what everybody says? Am I really a trophy husband?”

Steve shuffles closer, rumbles low in his throat. It’s an early Sunday morning. They’re gonna spend all time left until breakfast fucking in bed. Then cockteling&tanning together ‘till lunch. And then, after, he’s sure he can convince Steve to put on one of those gorgeous suits, let Billy grind against the soft fabric, make a mess out of him. Make him beg and squirm. Pull down his fly real slow, down on his knees. Suck him off. Eat him out. Make him moan I love yous brighter than diamonds when Billy gets inside him. But right now, Steve just kisses him silly, lowers down the covers to take a look down, at his leopard print, see-through, hideous new briefs. The cheapest ones he could find.

Because Billy’s trash. Will always be trash.

“Oh yeah, babe. You are. A fucking trophy. The best anyone could have”

But he’s posh trash now.

💎

The original post (xxxx) xD 💍

#harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy hargrove #Billy x Steve #xask #askfic #xharringrove #the harrington-hargrove household #xaskwithoneheadlight #xfluff #xpronight

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years

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Kinktober #21: Absence: Bucky Barnes

In which you call Bucky while away on a solo mission.

Characters: Bucky Barnes / f!Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, shitty motel rooms, mentions of oral sex (f-receiving)

Notes: Not much to say about this one. Today’s prompt was “Phone Sex,” and, well, phone sex is phone sex is phone sex.

Except when it’s with Bucky.

Kinktober Masterlist

You push open the bathroom door and a cloud of shower steam rolls out with you. The exhaust fan’s gone to shit in that shoebox of a bathroom. You should’ve guessed, based on how badly the paint is peeling in there.

The room is about as shitty as they come. But you’re so goddamned tired, you could sleep in a gutter.

This is far better than a gutter.

The springs creak beneath your weight as you flop onto the turned-down bed, hauling your phone above your face. Bucky’s been texting you. You haven’t seen a thing- haven’t even looked at your phone in the last twenty-four hours.

This mission is running you ragged.

It’s your first solo gig, and as thrilled as you are to take on this responsibility, you’re not thrilled to be holing up in some double-digit motel in a drive-through town in the middle of nowhere. Especially since the last few days haven’t come close to bringing you any real action.

There are a couple messages on your phone, but most of them are at least a few hours old. You scroll idly through and reply to a few of them, making a mental note to get back to the others.

But you’re thinking about something else.

It feels like you’re settling in for the first time since you arrived. You have a few open hours ahead of you before you know you need to get to bed. You consider flipping on the T.V. but surfing whatever local channels this place’s shitty cable service will have doesn’t exactly appeal.

Not when you’ve got something far more exciting lined up at your fingertips.

You think about texting him first, but it’s the same time there as it is here and if you know him like you think you do, Bucky’s sprawled out in bed with his own T.V. on and wishing he had something better to do.

The perfect moment for a spontaneous call.

You scroll indulgently to his contact and press the ‘call’ button, lifting the phone to your ear. It rings a few times before he answers.

“Hey.”

His voice is gruff, and you can hear the way he shifts a little as he inevitably props himself on one elbow.

“Hey, hot stuff,” you croon into the phone, adopting your favourite playful-sexy voice. “What’re you wearing right now?”

He chuckles. God, you miss that chuckle. You miss laying on his chest and making him laugh, just to feel the vibration of it beneath you.

“Let’s see,” he rumbles in your ear. “Short skirt, thigh-high socks, and those lacy panties you love so-“

“Very funny,” you quip, smirking to yourself. You roll onto your side, curling up to the sound of his voice. Hearing him when you can’t be there only makes you miss him more.

“I take it things aren’t happening very fast over there.”

“They’re not happening at all,” you reply. “I spent all day squatting in the trees. Nothing. Not a peep.”

“Damn,” he sighs. “It does turn out that way sometimes. I sure hope Steve didn’t send you on a dead trail for your first solo gig.”

“When I left, I honestly hoped it would turn out that way. But now I’m so bored I could die.”

“Anything I can do to entertain you?”

You grin indulgently.

“You could tell me what you’re actually wearing.”

He laughs again. You want to curl your body around the phone and hug it tightly to your chest when he does that. Like you can pretend that some vestige of him will feel how tightly you wish you could be holding him.

“I miss you, baby,” he grunts. “It’s jus’ not the same, goin’ to bed without you.”

“I know,” you croon back.

“What would you do,” you ask before the implication catches up with you, “if I was still there?”

You can hear him hesitate. He trips quietly over his voice, stammering for a moment.

“Well-I…I’m not sure,” he mumbles thoughtfully. “Kiss you, I guess.”

“Where?” Your heart flutters. You’re not ready to admit it, but you’re desperate. This sort of thing’s never really been on the menu before. Sometimes his texts get a little flirty, but… never over the phone.

“Your lips,” he drawls, and you wonder if he’s clued in yet. “Your cheeks. I’d kiss your neck a little, if you’re not too sleepy already.”

“I’m not,” you press. “Not too sleepy. What’s next?”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. You’re grinning like an asshole, but this is the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

“Baby, what-“

“Just keep talking,” you breeze, letting your eyes fall shut. He misses you, so he plays along.

“You know how it goes,” he continues. “Kiss on your neck a little. Maybe stop at your collarbone. Pull down your shirt a little, so I can touch your pretty…”

He trails off. Your cheeks are warm. You can’t imagine how red he must be right now. Scratch that. You can. He’s maroon. You adore the thought of it.

“Uh-huh,” you prompt. You slip your palm under your shirt, sliding it through the heat that your t-shirt traps against your shower-warmed skin.

“I’d get my mouth on you,” he growls, deeper now. “Right between your thighs, sweetness. God, I can’t wait to taste you again.”

There’s a strange sort of tightness to his voice. But you’re right there behind him, slipping your fingers into your pajamas and stroking over the swell of your warming folds.

“Eat you out nice and slow,” he continues. You don’t even have to egg him on anymore. You cradle the phone between your ear and the pillow, losing yourself in the baritone of his loving voice.

“Keep going,” you rasp at some point. You know how to touch yourself like clockwork, and you’re working yourself carefully, imagining it’s his coarse hands, his tongue, his body over yours.

“I’d fuck you so good if I was over there right now,” he snarls. “Fuck you ‘till you can’t walk, baby. The second you get home, I’m gonna have you.”

“Bucky,” you warn, low and tight. “Baby, don’t stop.”

“That’s it,” he urges. “That’s right. Imagine taking my cock, sweetness. Take it all for me. Fuck, I can’t hold out. Take my cum, baby, take my whole goddamn load-“

His voice breaks, just as your own climax hits you and you ride it hard. It’s nothing like the edges he’s been able to bring you to, but it’s relief, and when you resurface you can hear him panting softly into the receiver.

“Did you just…?” You trail off, lifting your heavy head.

“Yeah,” he croaks, still breathless. “Yeah, shit. Wish you could see what a mess you made ‘a me.”

You lick your lips, sighing deep to calm your still-racing heart.

“Well,” you offer. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Just before you hang up, he’s laughing in your ear all over again. And you’re melting right through the phone all over again, too.

“Baby,” he croons, with all the love in the world lacing his voice, “you got yourself a deal.”

#bucky barnes/reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky/reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky barnes #reader insert #kinktober #jbbkinktober2020 #marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel kinktober #marvel fanfic #readerfic

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jotarosbelt · 4 years

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Colorful Camboys, 2.

a/n: hi!! i'm back! i finished up school and got a bit of my writing inspo back, so, i thought i'd write another Colorful Camboy's chapter for you guys <3

hope you're all staying safe! enjoy~

p.s. i haven’t written smut in a HOT minute and lowkey forgot how to write for josuke, but i tried! i’m sorry 😭

p.p.s. i didn’t proof read :) we die like men, fuck it

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Summary: A Modern AU where your favorite boys are just trying to get off and make money.

You're one of their viewers and happen to catch their attention.

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18+ content ahead!

Josuke - Pink

You’d come to the point where porn was honestly just boring.

It didn’t hurt to want to try something new! Maybe a new genre, a different site? But, all of it was the same old same old. And the disgustingly cheesy, clickbaity titles didn’t do much to turn you on or catch your interest either. You pursed your lips as you scrolled, coming across a camboy website.

You blinked. ‘A camboy website?’

Curiosity had ultimately gotten the best of you as you clicked the link. Almost immediately, tons of live-streams came up, thousands of boys right at your disposal.

‘This is gonna be fun.’

You scrolled through the plethora of streams in search of a boy that appealed to you. For the most part, a good chunk of them were your type. In shape, good looking— there weren’t many bad apples on the tree you were picking from.

Your eyes landed on a certain pompadoured boy by the name ‘ShiningDiamond1999.’ The username definitely raised an eyebrow or two, and the boy sure was good looking, so you simply clicked the stream to see what was up.

He wasn’t popular for no reason. He was cute! It was the oddly ‘adorable, yet super hot’ combo, and girls (and guys alike) were eating that shit up.

You sat back as you watched the boy palm himself through pink boxers.

“Oh? We gotta new person, huh?”

He leaned forward, hand still on his cock as he narrowed his eyes at his monitor. Part of you was embarrassed that he caught you so quickly— he had so many patrons there already! He must’ve been an attentive host.

You liked that.

“A guest, eh? How about you give me a name to call you by, cupcake? You don’t have to make an account for me to take notice of you, yanno.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He seemed sweet; he gave off the aura of someone who’d take care of his partner no matter what, and you had to admit that it was comforting. Not only was he easy on the eyes, he was someone who gave off the impression that he wouldn’t break your heart despite the fact that everything he said was meant for both you and the thousands of other viewers he had right now.

He really must’ve been good.

You splayed your fingers out across the keys, typing out a response. ‘Just call me [username].’

You could see him raise an arched eyebrow. He smiled brightly and leaned back into his chair. “[Username]? I can do that for you, babe.”

Teasingly, he ran his fingers down his torso to the waistband of his boxers. He simply smiled mischievously at the camera and popped the band against his hipbone. “Enough with the chit chat, yeah? I don’t wanna bore our new guest, so let’s get this show on the road, babies!”

Thumbs slipped under the elastic and pushed his underwear down his muscular thighs. His cock sprung out, slapping against his toned stomach and you couldn’t help the groan that escaped your mouth. No wonder he was so loved— he was sculpted by the gods themselves.

His bottom lip wrung itself between his teeth as he gripped his member with a large hand. Up, down, up, down— the motion was hypnotizing as it was erotic, and you could’ve sworn the way he looked at the camera while he did it brought you to the brink of an orgasm alone.

“I hope you’re touching yourself, too, baby girl. I don’t wanna be the only one getting off.”

His hand left his cock to push his boxers the rest of the way down. Without the restrictions the garment brought, he spread his legs wider. You could see everything from the way his balls tensed whenever he teased his head, and the way his asshole clenched around the pink buttplug on the downstroke.

Your eyes widened. ‘Buttplug? He's into that?’

Your eyebrows relaxed and a sly grin took form on your face.

The things you’d give to ruin this boy.

“God, fucking—“, he keened desperately, “I wish you were here right now.”

You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. You were here to get off, but his performance was so goddamn captivating that you didn’t want to take your eyes off of him for even a second. So, you did what you could to strip yourself of your shorts and panties while still watching, reaching over to grab your vibrator.

“You’d be taking care of me right? Stroking my cock till the head turns red— shit—“

The soft buzz of the toy filled your room and you gingerly placed it on your clit. You jolted at the sensation. It had been a while since you had a nice session for yourself; you didn’t have much time to draw it out and really make yourself see stars. This was nice. Being able to sit back and watch somebody get off to help you get off wasn’t something you had seen yourself doing, but you really might have to make it a more common occurrence.

“[Username].”

Your eyes snapped open and met his, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. You switched the vibrator over to your non-dominant hand and let the other reach out to the keyboard to type out a quick “yes?”

“Since it’s your first time here, I’ll let you choose.”

Well, this was interesting.

The man on the other side of the screen reached out of frame for a moment to grab something. When his hand entered view again, he had a hot pink dildo in hand.

“So, love, buttplug or dildo? What’cha in the mood for?”

You narrowed your eyes at the screen best you could in the midst of your pleasure-filled haze and typed out your answer.

‘Dildo.’

You didn’t miss the inkling of a grin that lied on his lips. The ravenette leaned back in the chair and pulled out the plug, replacing it with the pink toy.

“Hah~, fuck. Good choice, babe—!”

His eyes rolled backwards into his skull as he sank the silicon toy further into himself. You whimpered and leaned back further into your seat, bumping up the intensity of the toy. This was gonna be a good session, if you said so yourself. You’d have to bookmark this page for later.

“Fuck, I bet you look so good right now. All flushed and panting and wanting to cum, right?”

Your breathing sped up, chest heaving as your hips canted into your hand. “God, yes please—“

Almost as if he heard your pleas, he continued right after you finished speaking. “Then lets cum together. S-Shit, cum with me baby, I’ll count.”

As if on instinct, you grown the vibrator into you, putting it on its highest setting. It was enough to make you jump out of your skin. You had goosebumps everywhere, cold sweat was running down your forehead, and your thighs were shaking like mad. How could a stranger have so much power over you?

“Five.”

You forced your eyes open to look at your screen, eyes locked on the streamer and his hand furiously jerking himself off. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“Four.”

Your vision began to blur. You were so close yet so far from your orgasm, and in all honesty, you could’ve came right now. But, finishing with this stranger seemed a lot more appealing than doing it on your own.

“Ah, fuck— three—“

The veins in his arms bulged and he reached around to grip the base of the dildo. He threw his head back as he fucked himself it, his jaw falling slack and hanging open.

“Two—!”

At this point, both of you were chasing your releases like animals. There was something so primal about this— backs arched and hips spasming as you both selfishly chased euphoria. You gripped the side of your desk chair bruisingly, waiting for him to finish counting and—

“One— fuck, one, I’m cumming—!”

Your moan mixed with his as it came out of your laptop speaker. He whined, you yelled, and you both were riding your orgasms like a wave. You hadn’t cum that hard in a while. It was the kind of finish that makes you see stars and make your scalp tingle, and when you came down, you saw the camboy covered in his own release and strands of his hair out of place.

He looked so out of it. He was panting heavily with red airbrushed over his chest and cheeks, and pieces of his once perfect hairstyle stuck to his forehead. He was definitely not present in that moment in time, still on Cloud 9, but you didn’t mind watching as his vision came back into focus and his breathing slowed.

Slowly, he reached down to pull the toy out of his ass and place it some place out of frame. He laughed airily, his large hand running down the expanse of his throat momentarily before speaking.

“Alright, that was really fun. I gotta go clean up now, but I’ll be back to tomorrow, same time!”

You followed his hand as it moved to his mouse to end the stream.

”Oh, and I hope to see you again tomorrow, too, [Username]. I hope you had fun, love.”

This user is now offline.

#not sfw #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #writing #jojo josuke #josuke4 #josuke higashikata #diamond is unbreakable

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Instinct: Din Djarin x Reader - Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Unexplainable

Series Masterlist

Plot: Mando and Y/n run into unexpected complications when trying to leave Arvala-7.

Warnings: violence, enemies to slightly tolerable partners, more backstory teasing, the slowest of slow burns continued 🔥

Word Count: 6.0k

A/N: I’m not used to writing slow burn and even as a writer I’m frustrated. Like I’m having to hold back and tell myself “not yet...” I’m just not built for this shit 🙈 Anyways, enjoy! I’ll be sitting in the corner in fetal position trying to recover from this week’s episode...

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Silence seemed to be the founding principle of mine and Mando’s partnership. Not a word had been spoken between us since we’d killed the IG unit and taken the child. I hadn’t taken issue with the absence of words exchanged before our discovery, but now I had questions and wanted to know if he was asking himself the same ones.

“Do you have any idea what Imps would want with a child?” I finally asked during our walk back through the valleys.

“No,” he answered flatly, I could tell by his tone that he didn’t want there to be any further conversation. He’d ended his singular acknowledgement of my presence with a razor sharp period. Talking time was effectively over.

We continued our walk back to the ship with the only noise being the squishing of our boots in the mud. It was then that I realized even the harmless lizards that had been wandering the path with us had gone quiet. Mando and I both stopped in our tracks and looked around our general vicinity, my hands hovering my weapons just waiting…

Quicker than I could anticipate, a Trandoshan leapt out from behind a rock and swung a vibro-axe. Mando and I ducked out of the way just in time, he made a point of kicking the pod that contained the child out of harm’s way. The Trandoshan went after Mando before he did me which was his first mistake. While Mando fended him off using his own armor, I came up on our attacker from behind. Slipping my vibroblade out of my gauntlet, I reached around his neck and slit his throat. On cue, two more Trandoshans jumped down from the rocks. Mando pulled out his pulse rifle and started fighting one off while I dodged the other. As far as weapons went, I was outmatched. But skill? No one could top me.

After narrowly dodging a swing of the axe, I dropped down quickly and made a slice in the Trandoshan’s calf. He let out a pained cry just before I made an identical cut in his other leg. Popping back up to my full height, I slammed my head into his and watched him struggle to keep his balance. Reaching one of my holsters, I pulled out my blaster and shot him through the chest. I turned to see Mando aiming his pulse rifle at the attacker who was running toward the child. He fired a shot and the Trandoshan exploded before my eyes. Both of us looked around to make sure there were no more coming, a familiar beeping sound turned my attention to the ground.

A tracking fob.

“Does everyone have one of these things?” I commented, holstering my blaster and sheathing my blade.

“Guess so,” answered Mando as he crushed the device under his boot, “We’re not going to make it back to the Crest before nightfall. We’ll set up camp somewhere when the suns begin to set.” ————

Another thing I discovered quickly about the Mandalorian: he was the stubbornest being I’d ever had the displeasure of meeting.

We were sitting atop one of the hills with the suns setting in the distance. Our camp wasn’t much, it was a lantern and the three of us. I was finishing a ration bar listening to the stifled groans of my partner as he cauterized a wound he’d gotten during the fight. We were on the third minute of the self preformed medical procedure and I wasn’t sure if I could take any more of the sounds.

“I’ve got a medpack on me, bacta and stitch supplies. It’ll hurt less than the mutilation you’re doing to yourself,” I nodded towards the reddened wound site.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out, continuing the cauterizing and trying to bite back his cries of pain.

A dry chuckle tumbled from my lips, “Are you that difficult that just cause you don’t like me you’re going to inflict more pain on yourself than necessary?”

Ceasing his actions, he turned to me quickly. “I don’t need your help,” he barked, staring me down and trying to intimidate me to look away first.

I wasn’t backing down as I twisted my body to face him. “You really are an asshole, aren’t you? Offer’s revoked, buddy. Get infected and die for all I care. It’ll mean a bigger bounty for me.”

After my last sentence had ended, Mando unsheathed the vibroblade strapped to his leg and rolled towards me. Just as fast, I pulled out my own and the knifes clashed. Mando was hanging over me and had pulled my free arm up over my head before I’d known what was happening. With his beskar armor, overpowering him would be more difficult but not impossible. I kneed him hard in the groin and he let out a sharp cry, I shifted my weight to roll him on his back and straddled his waist. Mando pushed harder against my blade till my grip weakened and it flew out of my hand. I wriggled my wrist out of his grasp and took hold of both his, slamming them above his head as he’d done to me. After a few seconds of struggling against one another, he managed to get the upper hand once again. He rolled both of us so that he once again hovered over me, his helmet so close to my face that if I breathed on it the visor would fog. My legs were still locked around his waist as we grappled against each other, grunts and groans escaping both of us. Had it been anyone else, I’d have made a suggestive joke about the position we were in. But not him, not for all the credits in the galaxy…

Mando had dropped his knife at some point during the skirmish, the only weapon we had now was our respective hatred of one another. The strange thing was that neither of us were fighting to kill. It felt more like trying to assert dominance over the other. I fought against the grip he’d somehow regained around my wrists, eventually freeing one of them and landing a punch against his unprotected chest. He let out an ‘oof’ and I used the element of surprise to my advantage. I punched once more before using every ounce of energy left in me to shove him off and free my body. He landed in the sand next to me on his back, both of us lay there attempting to catch our breath. A mutual concession to one anther. He was strong, I’d give him that, and as skilled a fighter as the legends had said. If he had fought to kill me, even I could admit that my chances of survival were slim.

As I lay panting, I turned my head to see the child had gotten out of its pod. It had waddled his way in between me and Mando with its eyes focused on the latter’s wounded arm. I carefully watched as it extended its hand out towards Mando’s cauterized cut, it shut its eyes as if it was in deep concentration….

Mando covered its small green palm with his own and picked it up, he walked it back to the pod and placed it in. I wiped the thin layer of sweat from my brow and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I didn’t spare the Mandalorian any glances, I simply stretched my arm out to retrieve my knife before turning my back to him.

At the sound of the child’s trills, I turned back around to see it’d escaped the pod again. Mando picked it up once more and set it back where it belonged. I watched the two of them stare at one another before Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet that shut the pod’s doors. “I’m leaving at dawn with or without you,” Mando addressed me gruffly, walking back to his designated spot in the sand and returning to repairing his armor.

I knew that if I give an equally rude response, I’d only be starting another fight and I was too sore for round two. Swallowing every remark I wished to verbally slap him with, I removed my jacket and bunched it up into a makeshift pillow. I laid my head on top of it and turned on my side to try and get some sleep. One more day, I thought, one more day and then you’ll never have to deal with him again…

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The next morning was tense as we made our way back to the Razor Crest. The only content member of our party was the child who babbled and cooed its way through the journey.

When we got to where Mando had parked the ship, a surprise was waiting for us. A large sandcrawler was parked next to the Razor Crest, which looked like it belonged in a junkyard rather than in the skies.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” I muttered in frustration, “Jawas.” Mando sprung into action and kneeled down, pulse rifle in hand. After scoping out the scene, he aimed the weapon and vaporized one of the Jawas. He continued firing shots, driving them deeper into their flurry of panic. They quickly scurried back into their vehicle and began to slowly crawl away.

“C’mon,” Mando grumbled and we took off after the thieves, the child’s pod in tow and programmed to follow.

Mando kneeled and took another shot with the rifle that did absolutely nothing to slow them down. I kept running and he caught up quickly with me, once we were running in tandem with the vehicle, he leapt and grabbed onto a service ladder. He began to climb it and I latched onto the bars directly below his feet. As we climbed, I felt the sandcrawler drift to the side and turned my head to see that we were about to be crushed by a rockface. There was no time for both me and Mando to climb to safety so I did the first thing that came to mind and let go.

I fell the short distance to the ground and landed harshly on my back in the narrow gap between the sandcrawler’s wheels and the rockface. I rolled to my side and coughed away the dust around me before scrambling to my feet. As the child’s pod passed me, it looked back with concern etched in its small features. I started running once again and made a point of gesturing to the child that I was okay. I could see from a distance that various object were falling onto a still moving Mando, who had climbed up half the vehicle. He was walking up the side of it aided by his grappling hook, but as soon as he’d made it to the top he promptly fell. It was a much larger distance between him and the ground than the one I’d crossed and unexpected worry flooded me. I picked up my pace and dropped to my knees when I came to his body. He’d been shot with something, probably an ion blaster, because there was electricity running through his armor. I didn’t dare touch him for fear of getting shocked.

“Mando, wake up,” I prompted, knowing it would be of no use without touching him, “C’mon, wake up.” The child cooed from nearby, the same worry in its face that it’d had for me moments ago. Its ears lowered in sadness as it looked at Mando laid out.

“He’ll be okay,” I said out of nowhere, not knowing whether or not it was true, “He’ll just be out for a while.”

I decided to let the shocks through his armor die down before shaking him awake, which took several minutes. All the while I found myself concerned for the wellbeing of the man I’d wished death on the night before. The long and short of it was that if he died, I had no chance of getting off the planet and would end up being killed by another hunter with a fob. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed the Mandalorian.

Once the electricity died down, I grabbed both of his shoulders and gently shook him. “Mando, c’mon, wake up. Wake up.” He awoke slowly, the slight tilt of his head and grunt from his modulator being the only signs. I removed my hands from his body immediately and sat down in the sand next to him.

“How long was I out?” he asked groggily.

“Twenty minutes maybe,” I answered, “They shocked you something awful, your armor was glowing blue the whole time.” “They get away?”

I rubbed my aching back as I replied, “There wasn’t much I could do to stop them. I’m good but I’m not that good.” “Can I get it in writing that you admitted that?” Mando asked, tilting his helmet in my direction. There was a dry type of humor laced in his voice that at any other moment would have made me laugh.

“Don’t make me regret not leaving you here to rust,” I pointed a finger towards his helmet as I rose to my feet. Contradicting my cruel words, I extended my hand to help him up which he surprisingly accepted. He stumbled a little as he stood, I was there to push him back up before he fell. We both looked over to the child whose worry for us had faded into observation.

“Let’s get back to the ship, see what damage they did,” Mando said, shaking off the supportive grasp I had on his arm.

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They’d stripped the ship almost in its entirety. Every weapon was gone, the engines were busted, the ship was emitting sparks in every crevice and corner.

The decision to find our way back to Kuiil’s was an easy one. Though it was an exhausting journey that took up the entire day, we didn’t have any other choice. We needed help.

When we arrived at sunset, Kuiil didn’t need to turn around to know we were in his presence. “I thought you two were dead.” “Came close,” I responded, “Now we’re just stranded.” After he brought food and drinks out, which I was in desperate need of after our day long journey, I let the child out of the pod. I wasn’t sure what it was capable of doing so I kept a careful eye on it. It didn’t seem interested in anything other than chasing a frog.

“This is what was causing all the fuss?” Kuiil asked, staring down at it.

“We think it’s a child,” Mando said, fiddling with his screwed up armor.

“It is better to deliver it alive, then,” Kuiil said as he passed us.

“My ship has been destroyed, we’re trapped here,” Mando stated.” “Stripped, not destroyed,” Kuiil corrected as he handed Mando a tool, “The Jawas steal, they don’t destroy.

“It doesn’t matter, either way we’re stuck here,” I commented, swirling around the last bit of liquid in my glass.

“They’re protected by their crawling fortress,” Mando said, “There’s no way to recover the parts.” I smirked at the opportunity to correct him on the name of the ‘crawling fortress’ but decided to let it go. I wasn’t any happier than he was about being stranded.

“You can trade,” Kuiil suggested. “With Jawas? Are you out of your mind?” Mando asked in disbelief. “I will take you to them,” Kuiil said as he retook the tool from Mando, “I have spoken.” Mando and I shared a look as if running the plan by each other, I shrugged and downed the last of my drink. We weren’t exactly in a place where we could pick about our options.

“Hey,” Mando barked in the child’s direction, “Spit that out.” I turned to see the child swallowing a frog whole, burping afterwards in delight. This is definitely not what I signed up for, I thought

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We journeyed through the rainy night, me, Mando and the child in a cart pulled by Kuiil on one of the blurrgs. We arrived in the morning at the sandcrawler with Kuiil taking a more diplomatic portion and giving them a friendly greeting.

“They really don’t like you two for some reason,” Kuiil commented.

“He disintegrated a couple of their friends,” I replied, glancing toward Mando who was seated at my side.

“You need to drop your rifle,” Kuiil ordered.

“I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion,” Mando contested.

“Then you are not getting your parts back,” Kuiil stated matter-of-factly.

I sighed in frustration, “Can they not be a part of your religion for a couple minutes? The sooner we get the parts, the sooner we get back to Nevarro and the sooner we go our separate ways.” Now that was enough to make him lay down his rifle with little hesitation. If mutual hatred was what lit a fire under him, then I was more then willing to stoke it.

Mando and I got out of the cart but before we got any further, one of the Jawas aimed their ion blaster at both of us. Kuiil looked us over and found the problem, “You both need to get rid of your blasters.”

As easy as it was for me to ask Mando to get rid of his, I hesitated in letting my own go. Of course, this earned me a tilt of his helmeted head and a snide remark. “The sooner we get the parts, the sooner-“ “Oh, can it, rust bucket,” I mumbled as we tossed our blasters into the cart.

Kuiil gestured for us to follow him so we could negotiate with the Jawas. We took our seats across from them and Kuiil began to translate. “They will trade all the parts for the beskar.”

“I’m not going to trade anything,” Mando’s voice began to rise, “These are my parts, they stole them from me.”

I didn’t speak Jawa but I could tell by their tone that whatever they said to Mando was snippy. He tried to reply in their language but it came out broken and all they did was laugh in reply.

“You understand this?” Mando raised his arm and flames shot forth out of one of his gauntlets, sending the Jawas diving for the ground.

“Whoa. Easy, easy…” Kuiil said calmly as he pulled Mando’s arm back. I had a feeling that nothing ever rattled the ugnaught. He continued translating between the parties. When the Jawas rose and eyed our cart, Mando and I both turned quickly. Two of them were closing in on the child.

“Get away from it!” we both yelled in perfect synchrony. They obeyed immediately but that didn’t stop me from eyeing them until they were back in front of us.

Kuiil conversed with the Jawas further until Mando managed to make out some words. “The egg? What egg?”

On cue, the Jawas began chanting the same two words over and over. Whatever egg was in question, I had a feeling that we were about to get up close and personal with it.

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The task was simple, or so it sounded. Mando and I were to go and retrieve the mysterious egg and in return the Jawas would give us the parts back.

As we disembarked the sandcrawler, something told me that however easy we’d been made to believe the excursion would be was not true. It didn’t matter, we needed the parts and there was no other way to get them. My and Mando’s shared desire to return to our separate lives was fueling us both to get the job done as soon as possible.

Where the Jawas had said the egg rested wasn’t terribly far from the sandcrawler. With the child’s pod behind us, we walked up to the cave where it the coveted object supposedly lay.

“Ready?” Mando asked as he adjusted his own gauntlets.

I unholstered my blasters and nodded, “Ready.” We entered the cave with caution, it was dark and impossible to see anything. Mando turned on his flashlight mounted on the side of his helmet and illuminated our path. It didn’t take us long to figure out why my gut feeling that it would be a difficult task was right. There was a soft growl nearby that made our heads swivel around only to come face to face with a mud horn.

“Shit!” I mumbled underneath my breath and our gunfire began bouncing off the walls of the cave. No shot that hit the creature actually succeeding in hurting it, only angering it. It only took a few seconds for the mud horn to rise to its full power and headbutt us out of the cave.

Mando and I were sent flying through the air and landed in the mud outside. Having the armor had protected him somewhat, but nothing was to there to break my fall even slightly. I was almost certain that I’d heard something crack upon impact but couldn’t worry about it. With a groan, I rose to sit alongside Mando who was also trying to collect his bearings. The mud horn came out of its cave and faced us, Mando raised his pulse rifle to fire but couldn’t get it loaded quick enough. The mud horn came charging towards us, I was able to roll away in time to not be hit. Mando wasn’t as lucky, he was violently tossed a few hundred feet back. Just as I looked up, I caught the mud horn with its eyes locked on the child’s pod. It began to charge toward it and instinct took over, I launched my whipcord forward and it wrapped around the mud horn’s horn. At the exact same second, Mando programmed the pod to move away. I was now the mud horn’s target as the whipcord detached from its horn and flew back into my gauntlet. It began to charge toward me once again, except this time I had no plan. All I could do was run. I knew I was playing a losing game, trying to outrun a creature ten times my size…I could hear the mud horn’s growl fast approaching behind me just as I slipped and went face first into the mud. After all the years spent endangering my life, capturing some of the biggest criminals in the galaxy, this was how it ended. My life taken away by a slippery patch of mud.

As I awaited to be split in two by the creature’s horn, I felt a body shield mine followed by the heat of flames. Mando. He’d jumped in to…save me?

The mud horn leaned down and pressed his arm, and consequentially me, further into the mud pit. Mando held firm in his assault and continued to flame the beast. With his weight finally off of me, I rolled onto my back and wiped the mud from my eyes. His flamethrower jammed so he extended his other arm and launched his grappling hook at the mud horn. I grabbed his bicep to pull myself into a sitting position only to be met with our next problem. The mudhorn turned around and began to run in the opposite direction, pulling me and Mando along with it. We were dragged through the mud, sputtering and grunting the whole way. His hand found my arm as we held tight to one another. Flying through the mud with each other was the safest option, we didn’t run the risk of getting trampled.

Think, think, think of something…I thought. Doesn’t have to be great, just something that doesn’t result in immediate death.

Without thinking, I shot my whipcord out and it attached to the mud horn. I let go of Mando’s arm and grabbed my cord, hoping that he could put together what I was trying to do. He did. We both found our footing and dug our boots into the ground, trying to slow the creature down. To no avail, the cords snapped and the two of us went rolling through the mud. I wiped the substance from my face to see Mando had landed a few feet away from me. The mudhorn was getting ready to charge again in our direction. I scrambled to my feet, unsure of what I was planning to do. I was helpless to watch as the creature rammed its horn against Mando, sending him flying through the air.

“Mando!” I yelled, running as fast as my weary legs could carry me. Why? I couldn’t say. I couldn’t stand him, wouldn’t have cared if he’d have dropped dead in the middle of the desert earlier in the day. But in that moment, the hatred that came so easily to me left my body entirely and was replaced with the unexplainable need to save him. I dropped to my knees and slid towards him in the mud, his armor crackling blue once again.

“C’mon, get up,” I urged, gripping both of his shoulders tightly, “Get up, c’mon, we’re not done.” He didn’t verbally respond, just gave a groan as he struggled to sit up. I was so focused on helping him that I’d forgotten about my own exhaustion for a moment. I didn’t know how I was going to stand, let alone fight. Mando was able to make it onto one knee while I couldn’t find to strength to get off of both mine. He’d also had the semblance of mind to pull his vibroblade from his boot, looking to me and silently telling me to do the same. I reached for mine with a shaky hand and unsheathed it, raising it up alongside Mando’s. It was a sad last stand to take, but neither of us could go down without a fight. I scrunched my eyes shut, knowing death was imminent was enough. I didn’t need to see it charging towards me.

When the attack didn’t come, I hesitantly opened one eye. What I saw was…indescribable.

The mud horn was levitating, roaring relentlessly, and unable to harm us.

Mando rose to his feet and extended his hand down to me, pulling me up to my unsteady feet. At the first wobble, he threw his arm around my waist to keep me upright. I needed the support, much as I hated to admit it. We got closer to the mud horn to examine what exactly was happening. The thing didn’t have wings, there was no explanation for it. Through my blurry vision, I looked around us for the child realizing that it’d escaped my mind briefly. But when my eyes found the pod, it was clear that it was the one causing the unbelievable sensation. With its eyes closed in concentration and its hand extended, it was somehow causing the mud horn to float in the air.

“Wh…What?” I whispered breathlessly.

After a few seconds, the child passed out from exhaustion and fell back in its pod. As it did, the mud horn dropped back to the ground and roared in our faces. Mando and I didn’t need to communicate to form a plan of what to do. We both rammed our knives into the side of the beast’s skull, dropping to the ground in a heap afterwards. It roared once more before falling, the impact causing Mando’s weight to collapse further onto me. His body was once again shielding me. When we heard no noise coming from the mud horn, he sat up and freed me to get a look at the creature. Pulling each other up, we slowly walked over to examine the body. I knew it was dead, but I didn’t object to Mando stabbing it once more with our knives before handing mine back to me. We stood there, catching our breath before turning to assess the child. We limped to the pod to see it twitching ever so slightly in its sleep. I had never seen anything like the act it’d performed, it had saved our lives.

We silently watched it until Mando broke the silence, “You okay?” “I think so,” I breathed, turning my gaze to his muddy, battered self a once over, “You?”

“Fine,” he responded, the condition of his armor begged to differ, “C’mon, we still gotta get this egg.” ————

The journey back took longer than our departure, what with us having the combined strength of a child. And definitely not the child we had trailing behind us…

“Mando! Y/n!” Kuiil cried as he saw us coming towards him. “We’ve got it,” Mando announced, the tire in his voice was audible, “We’ve got the egg.” The Jawas all scurried to surround us and take the fuzzy egg from Mando’s hands. They cheered and sliced it opening, revealing a gooey substance that they all maniacally feasted on. Mando and I made our way to Kuiil, “I’m surprised you waited,” Mando said. “I’m surprised you two took so long,” Kuiil quipped before turning around and getting ready to load up the cart.

The Jawas held true to their word and returned all the parts they’d taken from the Razor Crest. The four of us rode back as the suns were starting to set, me and Mando sitting back to back on a crate watching the child carefully. It hadn’t moved in a while, a tiny bit of concern invading my mind.

“Is it still sleeping?” Kuiil asked from his position on the blurrg.

I reached out to shake the pod gently, the child responded with a soft inhale and movement of his lips. “Yes,” Mando answered as he watched me.

“Was it injured?” Kuiil inquired further, we’d explained to him what had happened as best we could. We didn’t even understand it which made it harder to describe to a third party.

“I don’t think so, not physically,” Mando said, his head never turning from the pod. Kuiil sighed, “Explain it to me again. I still don’t understand what happened.”

I shook my head as I replayed the surreal moment in my mind, my eyes trained on the child, “Neither do we. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

No, that seemed like an understatement. I had never seen anything even in the same realm of mysterious and odd sensations. It seemed like a moment out of a child’s storybook yet it was as real as the surefire death the kid had saved Mando and I from. The curious part of me wanted to ask Mando if he was questioning the phenomenon as much as I was. But I knew I wasn’t likely to get an answer out of him comprised of more than a disinterested syllable or two so it would be wasted effort.

When we get back to Nevarro, none of this will matter anyway, I thought.

It was dark by the time we got back to the Razor Crest. Kuiil volunteered to stay and help us with repairs and with three sets of hands, it went faster than expected. By morning, the three of us were in the cockpit conducting a successful test on the engines.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Mando said as we stood by the ramp of the ship with Kuiil, “Please allow us to give you a portion of the reward.”

This time, I was okay with Mando freely giving away our credits. “Yes, you saved our asses several times these past two days. Please take the money.” The ugnught shook his head firmly, “I cannot accept. You are my guests, and I am therefore in your service.” As Kuiil packed up, Mando paced around the exit of the ship. “I could use a crew member of your ability, and I can pay handsomely.” I leaned against the wall of the ship, watching the exchange. Mando wasn’t my cup of spotchka, but him and Kuiil seemed to have a much better repartee than the two of us. If they travelled together, it would work well.

“I am honored,” Kuiil said sincerely, “But I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude.”

“I understand,” Mando nodded, “Then all I can offer is my thanks.” “And I offer mine,” Kuiil gestured outside the ship, “Thank you both for bringing peace to my valley.”

With a nod to both of us, Kuiil departed the ship. I pushed off the wall to stand next to Mando and watched the unnnaught mount his blurrg. “And good luck with the child,” Kuiil waved to us, “May it survive and bring you a handsome reward. I have spoken.” I chuckled softly to myself at his farewell greeting and gave him a nod, there wasn’t a plethora of kindness in the galaxy, but Kuiil? He was one of the good ones, a dying breed.

“Let’s get going,” Mando said, pressing the button that retracted the ramp and shut the doors.

We silently made our way up the ladder and into the cockpit with the pod following Mando’s gauntlet’s programming. I took my seat in the chair behind the pod and watched as Mando powered up the ship. Before we took off, Kuiil, who was still seated outside, gave us a final wave. With that, we were finally back on track to Nevarro.

Once the course had been set, Mando turned around and copied my posture. Hunched over and watching the child peacefully sleep. What Kuiil said had gotten into my head, may it survive…May it survive. What if what it did for us had exhausted it to the point of death? For a split second I wasn’t thinking of any bounty, only the child.

“Think it’ll wake up?” I blurted out, my mind having turned off as I watched the steady rise and fall of its chest.

Mando shook the pod gently, trying to wake it. “I don’t know,” he said quietly before facing forward in his seat and adjusting a few switches.

Add dependably non-hyperverbal to the list of qualities the Mandalorian possessed. I sat back in my seat, unsure of why our lack of communication suddenly bothered me.

Just as I settled into my chair, a coo came from the pod. Before my body knew what it was doing, I sat up straight and came face to face with the child’s big black eyes. It seemed alright on the surface, no visible signs of exhaustion or any injury.

“Hey,” I called to Mando, who only tilted his head slightly in response, “We’ve got our answer.”

He finally turned around fully to see the child, not saying a word but clearly examining it with the same attention I did. Sometimes you didn’t need to see someone’s face to know exactly what was going on in their head. Something told me that Mando was as curious as I was, just better at hiding it. He looked over to me and gave me a once over, “You should use the refresher before we get to Nevarro.”

I looked down at myself, I had forgotten for a few seconds that I was still caked in dry mud from the day before. Suddenly I felt disgusting and had no issue with following Mando’s suggestion. Silently I rose from my seat and headed out of the cockpit, but not before taking one last look at the child. Its eyes were trained on me as I prepared to leave the room, there was something about its stare that caused every thought in my head to cease. There was nothing but innocence and wonder, something so pure that no one as cruel as a bounty hunter was ever on the receiving end of. I began to squirm under its gaze, feeling emotions rise in my chest that I wasn’t used to. I hurried down the ladder and towards the sanisteamer, in sudden need to be as far away from the kid as possible.

I knew exactly why it bothered me.

Flashbacks of events prior to my life in the guild were coming, I could feel them. Over the years I’d gotten good at controlling them or at least being able to work through them, but this was different. The emotions were working their way through my body until lodging themselves firmly in my chest. Feeling the constricting, I hurried to grab my spare set of clothes out of my bag and made a sprint for the sanisteamer.

Only then, when I knew nobody was around me, did I allow the familiar panic to wash over my body.

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