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chuluoyi · 2 months

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✎ wedding anniversary

- gojo satoru x reader

seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—heavy smut, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, crack, drunk, lovesick and possessive gojo (nanami is so very done with him), also fluff !!

note: back to chu's thirsting hour :') based on a fellow gojo fucker's very helpful brainrot (chiyo if you see this, hii!😗) pls give it some love bc this has gone through not showing up in the tags 5x already *sobs*

a part of gojo's love entries

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To this day, it was still beyond Nanami why you, his very sensible former classmate, would have Gojo Satoru as your husband.

“She... doesn't—hic!—care about m-me... anymore!”

But well, to each their own.

“Gojo—”

“Today is our—hic!—anniversary!”

This is exhausting. It had been 30 minutes ever since the blindfolded shithead started rambling his sorrows. “She is probably just busy, you don't have to—”

“I r-really thought—hic!—she would at least n-not forget it l-like that!”

“Please, stop this nonse—”

Satoru snapped his head so swiftly that Nanami was startled, pointing out an accusatory finger at his face. “You stop!—you don't understand, Nanami!”

The said man flinched, taken aback, before feeling the surge of irritation coursing through his veins.

Sure, Nanami would gladly admit that he didn't understand. He neither had the time nor energy to. It was beyond him that he was even entertaining this blubbering idiot at this time of the day, in a bar no less. How did he get roped into this in the first place?

Actually, he had minus interest in your marital affairs, but Gojo was latching onto him all day, rambling about how excited he was for this day for weeks now, until you gave him a call, saying you would be home late and disregarded his very open anticipation. You broke his heart to pieces, apparently.

Amidst his heartbroken musings, Gojo followed him to his frequented bar, where he proceeded to down multiple glasses without any supervision.

“Am I really t-that lousy? Can’t be it… I’m s-strong, d-dashing… rich—”

Nanami released a guttural sigh, messaging his temples. How could this idiot have no shame while spouting all of this?

“Will s-she… divorce me next…?” he abruptly blurted, eyes widening as saucers and full of clarity all of a sudden. Satoru firmly tugged at his suit and forced him to face him. “Nanamin…! S-she won’t divorce me, r-right?!”

Oh, to hell with it. Nanami couldn’t take this anymore. He was done and he had no patience to tolerate it any longer.

He shrugged him off, and pulled out his phone to dial your number. “Hello? Please, come pick your husband. He’s a public nuisance!”

In fact, you didn’t forget your anniversary.

How could you? Satoru made it his point to drop hints about it almost every day, and you actually struggled to be indifferent about it because you also had things planned out.

A present—already taken care of thanks to your mail order of Rolex’s newest collection watch, and a treat—a two-tier mochi cake he had been staring at with literal stars in his eyes on your last date.

Which has become the problem. The bakery had mishandled your delivery and you had to wait for them to remake it. It was 8pm already and you couldn't help but worry. Satoru must be feeling utterly despondent by now, thinking you had forgotten a day that meant so much for both of you.

And so when you got a call from Nanami, you dropped everything to get him and told the bakery to arrange for the delivery tomorrow, because you knew... nothing good ever came out of Satoru getting drunk.

"I missed youuuu~! Dearest, darling— my universe!"

To Satoru, the everything around him was a blur of lights and hiccups when you came to retrieve him. Nanami was so eager to wash his hands off him, leaving you with a pointed grimace as if pitying you.

. . .

"A-are you going to—hic!—leave m-me?" Satoru slurred for the nth time now, stumbling inside your house with you propping him.

"For the last time, no, but I'm tempted to," you hissed, throwing him a glare. Your husband was a very unpleasant drunk because he wasn't even a drinker in the first place. "Satoru—walk properly!"

You managed to get him into your bedroom, where Satoru flopped onto the bed, dissolving into groans. You exhaled deeply and plucked the buttons of his shirt open, trying to get him change into his sleepwear.

"Ah... haaah," suddenly he caught your hand and placed it on his bare chest, his eyes blazing into yours, rambling, "Sweetheart—please. I c-can't live without you now... I'm sorry—I'm sorry for anything, or everything, I don't even know but—please don't hate me—"

"Satoru..." Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Why was he this spooked? "I'm not leaving you, okay?"

"I promise you, I'll do better—" his voice was watery, as if his throat was clogged up. "I'll be better..." His voice then reduced into a whisper. The alcohol had stripped away his facade, leaving his raw emotions exposed.

Something inside you lurched. Throughout the nine years you have been with him, Gojo Satoru was always irritatingly self-assured, and so seeing him like this— so openly fragile, it did more than just churn your insides; it made you realize the depth of his feelings.

In that moment, you knew your reassurance meant everything.

"I'm not going anywhere, yeah?" you placed your other hand over his, offering him a genuine, soft smile. “Satoru, I’ve put up with your ass for more than nine years. So…” you shifted your eyes away, suddenly feeling embarrassed, before looking at him again. “I'm here... for you, always.”

His grip on your hand loosened slightly, but the intensity in his gaze didn't wane, and you would've laughed when he hiccupped next if you weren't feeling the overwhelming warmth in your chest.

But oh you wouldn't have expected it, because one heartbeat later, he yanked you down to the bed— crashing his lips against yours.

“Mmmph!”

He tangled his nimble fingers on your hair, and his other hand slipped inside your blouse, unclasping your bra in one flick. You let out a gasp, "Satoru—! "

Before you could even gasp, in the next second, he flipped you over— seizing your puffy lips once more. His hands now moved with more urgency, squeezing your breasts rather roughly, flicking your nipples with the pads on his thumbs.

And soon, far sooner than you thought...

"Who else gets to see you like this?" Satoru inquired darkly after you were naked under him, his voice low and deep. He was no longer that stupid husband of yours, rather the wanton man of your nightly wonders.

Without warning, he slid one of his fingers into your folds, probing your walls, and a gasp escaped you as you arched your back, throwing your head back on the sheets.

"No— one," your voice came in a breathless moan, still reeling. "H-how can y-you ask me—" Stretching you out even further, he entered another finger and you wailed, "Mmgh!"

He had always loved the sounds you made and how you were so pretty squirming under him like this. And before you knew it, his face was inches from your cunt, blowing hot air into your sensitive flesh.

"Tell me, who is the only person who gets to see you like this?"

Your eyes rolled back, words died on your tongue as his skilled tongue ran down on your drenched pussy. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his head, but he firmly held them apart.

"You." Panting, your mind racing to form coherent thoughts. You managed to mutter, "Only you... No one else—hah—just y-you...!"

He suckled on your clit hungrily then, rewarding you for your honesty. Squelching noises echoed around your marital bed as your arousal pooled around his fingers— you being so incredibly, irrevocably close to your release.

"Haaah, ngh—mmph!—Satoru, I'm a-about to—!" but then, in one cruel twist, he withdrew his digits, and your pussy throbbed at the loss.

You muffled your whines, feeling betrayed and irritable. "What—why—!?"

"Don't think that I'll let you cum anywhere else but my cock," he stated gallantly with an unusually stern expression, blue eyes narrowing as he assessed your wetness. Right in front of your eyes, his cock sprung after he let it out of his pants.

"Soon, you'll feel me..." Your eyes shamelessly followed his long length as he placed it on your lower belly. "...there."

Everything about him using that taunting tone turned you on, and true to his words, he soon slid himself inside you. He let out a low grunt at the feeling of how your walls clenching around him and you whined, the pain of being stretched making you almost sob.

"Shit, hold still," Satoru groaned, pushing down on your belly. "You're so tight— relax for me a bit, sweetheart? You're doing so, so fucking well."

His words went through you, and you could feel yourself opening more to ease his intrusion. Next thing you knew, he was buried deep inside you, and his gaze met you once again.

"Are you okay?" he asked between breaths, voice softening. When you nodded in response, he planted a kiss on your chest.

"I love you," he said in a rasp, eyes piercing your soul. "I’ll give you anything. My body, heart, soul—you can have it all. In return, you just have to promise one thing." His eyes, now clearer, deprived of the earlier haze, boring straight into you like an arrow.

"Don't ever leave me."

"I won't," you replied resolutely, catching your breath. Your own eyes shone with your love for him, making it even. "For as long as I live, it's going to always be you."

Satoru gazed at you as if you were his skies and stars, and before he started pounding into you, he vowed—

"Then I'm yours."

And soon, you were a nothing more than a frenzy, hot mess. You couldn’t help the nasty moans flying out of your lips as he kept barreling into you. His grunts reverberated throughout the room, rutting you through your hazed mind.

And the way he was whispering provocations into your ear, pushing you further into ecstasy at the mere thought of—

"What if... I get you pregnant this time?" A thrust. "Just imagine—" Another. "My wife, all round—" Another. "—just because I—am doing this to her—!"

You were barely registering his rambles at this point. Your walls clenching around his girth impossibly tight and you let him claim you as his thoroughly, your legs locking around his waist.

"Ah—ngh, mmrgh! Satoru—more!"

This wasn't you, the usual you wouldn't be this daring— but even you'll be more than forgiven tonight.

Satoru's jaw tightened at the sheer pleasure you brought him, his ego stroked, and his heavenly eyes darkened as you begged and dug your nails into him. He was so close, he could feel it. Your moans was enough to lead him to cum right here and there.

But before that, he was determined to show you, to whom you truly belong.

“My wife.” He growled. A thrust.

“Mine.” You gasped. Harder.

“All mine.” Deeper.

"Yes," you cried. "Yours— all yours, so please—!"

And three deep thrusts later, Satoru finally busted his load inside you, spurts after spurts painting your wall white— filling you up so hard it was spilling out. And your orgasm followed in immediate effect along with your hitched screams of pleasure, before the two of you collapsed on each other, a mix of groans and sweat, entwined in cum, bliss and exhaustion.

"Love you, sweetheart," you heard him murmuring in your ears, enveloping you in a warm embrace as you drifted into sleep.

Next morning, you were awoken to soft hums in your ears.

"Oh, the sleeping beauty awakens." The first sight you saw was Satoru's cheeky grin, and him pecking you on the lips. "How are you?"

"Mmm..." you winced, feeling the slight twinge between your legs. He noticed it and gently untangled himself from you, fingers tracing your waist. "Don't move around too much, you're going to bother my little swimmers, you know."

It took you a few seconds to realize what he meant and you glared at him. "You horny weirdo. I just woke up."

“Heh heh heh~ Don't take it too seriously! I was just trying to get you to smile.” He pinched your cheeks and then mused, “Well, I'd actually be surprised if we made it last night...”

"You're not funny," you retorted. You had been feeling weird and that was when you saw it.

The dazzling, massive diamond ring. On your finger. Wait, is that Graff's Tribal Collection?

"Satoru..." you mumbled, lifting your hand in shock, your eyes fixed on the piece that likely cost more than your monthly wage. "You..."

"Do you like it?" his smile was so easy and light, adoring the sight of you. You were so adorable, marveling at the little gift he got you.

"What do you mean—" you stuttered, turning to him. "Are you crazy?! I can't wear something this expensive—!"

"But that's exactly my point. It's a gift, meant to spoil my wife."

"You are mad," warmth flooded your cheeks, your heart fluttering with joy. You were unbelievably giddy because your husband really knew the way to your heart, yet you'd be damned if you let the excitement show in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression souring, and with a mocking tone, he accused you, "Actually, you're the one who's gone mad. I can't believe you forgot our anniversary!"

"I didn't, you dummy. I was out picking up your favorite mochi cake before you got yourself wasted." You turned away from him, shyly. "And I got a gift for you too."

"Oh? Oooh! Really!? What is it?!"

He was back to his silly self again, and you could only shake your head, wondering how the sex god from last night and this fool was the same person.

Yet, you felt nothing but love. Your heart couldn't help but melt for him when you saw that carefree grin.

And you couldn't be more grateful to the stars for bringing him into your life.

. . .

Oh, and little did you know that his little swimmers also made the goal last night— as three weeks later, you found yourself clutching the first of your pregnancy tests, which was showing a positive.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 9 months

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i am loving all the ylva content on my dash... it makes me smile everytime so thank you for putting a smile on my face so often today ❤️

Haha, thank you! I’m glad my pup has made you smile 💕

I am conscious of the fact that I am spamming people’s dashes with all the asks I’m receiving and it’s potentially a nuisance for people to have to see so much of her.

For those that are finding it a bit much, I always tag my asks with “asked and answered” so please feel free to add that to your filtered tags so you don’t have to see it.

#asked and answered

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distant-velleity · 5 months

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[Chrysos R School Uniform Vignette]

We Specialize in Payback

Summary: You know, birds and fish... don't mesh very well. Word count: 957 A/N: I wrote this about a month ago, which was around the time I started really trying to develop Chrysos and Santiago. Takes place... I want to say at least during the first few months of school.

“—that will be all for today,” drones on Professor Trein. “Your homework is to read pages 250 through 274 in your textbook and think carefully about the present-day effects of early magical conflict. We will be discussing and answering questions related to the text next class. Dismissed.”

Chrysos, like all of his classmates, is relieved when history class finally ends and school is over for the day. He sighs as he places his books and papers back into his bag, heaving it up onto his shoulder.

Thank the Seven… I thought that would never end. Chrysos almost smiles to himself as he heads out of the classroom and down the hall to the other side of the main school building. The rest of the school day will be smooth sailing—I just need to make it through club time and then I can go relax in my dorm room.

Suddenly, someone dashes past and bumps into him, nearly knocking him over. Chrysos stumbles and accidentally grabs onto their arm when trying to find his balance. Extremely tightly.

“Ow! Jeez, for someone so short, you squeeze like an anaconda,” they complain, looking back at him. “What’s this all about?”

Of course, this offender of the “no running in the halls” rule is none other than Santiago Parro, number 27 of Class 1-D.

It’s this guy again, Chrysos realizes furiously. The same lazy bastard who sits behind me in class and always messes with my hair, the one with the same talents as me… A constant pain in the—!!

“‘What’s this all about?’” Chrysos repeats back at him, word-for-word and voice-for-voice. He lets go and adjusts his bag’s strap with a dull glare, returning to his own voice. “Walk. Not that hard.”

Santiago is clever enough to put two-and-two together, which is simultaneously less and more infuriating because he smiles that cocky grin of his. “Are you mad that I bumped into ya? Sorry not sorry—you’re just too small to be seen from my height.”

“There are rules,” Chrysos argues. “For safety.” Not that he follows them to a T either, but at least he’s careful about it.

And what the hell was that about my height?

“Sheesh…” Santiago sighs dramatically. “Rules? What a nuisance. Listen, goldie—”

‘Goldie’?!

“—is it really such a big deal? We’re the only ones around, and I’ve gotta get to the basketball club practice before the guys decide they want to stuff and mount my head on the gymnasium wall.”

Chrysos huffs. “Hardly an excuse.”

“What, are you going to lecture me about discipline and respect?”

“No, but—”

“I don’t have time for this,” Santiago decides flippantly, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. “You can have fun with your rules and stuff, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize. See ya.”

And like that, he’s gone, back to racing off down the hall.

Chrysos seethes. Who the hell does he think he is? Looking down on me like that… How does a mindless fool like that possess the thoughtful spirit of Scarabia?

Realizing he’s getting absurdly worked up, he takes a few deep breaths and clenches his fist around his bag’s straps.

Fine. But given how much he torments me like this on a daily basis, I am not going to take this lying down anymore. I’m not just some run-of-the-mill coral reef prey.

“Finally got here early enough to nab one of those fruit parfaits,” Santiago cheerfully sing-songs to himself at lunch the next day, carrying his tray and navigating through the cafeteria for his usual table. “A growing bird beastman like me needs all the fresh stuff he can get~”

It’s unfairly difficult for him to make it to the cafeteria in time to get anything good, given that his elective is right before lunch and on the other side of the building, which makes this rare occasion all the more rewarding. He’s in a pretty good mood, humming a little to himself, until someone’s elbow knocks into his tray and nearly sends both him and his hard-earned parfait flying.

“Ack—Hey!” Santiago whips around to see the culprit walking past as if they’ve done nothing wrong. Of course, it’s Chrysos Pendentif, one of the most silently obnoxious students in their class. Santiago’s not sure how he didn't expect this. “....It’s you again, goldie? What was that for?”

When Chrysos looks back over his shoulder, there’s an undeniably, annoyingly smug smirk on his face. “Sorry,” he says, his usual flat tone not making him sound sorry at all. “I’m in a bit of a rush.”

Now, Santiago isn’t stupid. It’s already become pretty obvious that Chrysos is salty about yesterday and is using Santiago’s previous excuse on him.

“‘In a bit of a rush’?” Santiago parrots perfectly. “Pfft. Cut the crap, I’ve seen you inhale literally anything put on your tray. You’ll survive not making it to the lunch line. Anyway, whatever happened to ‘rules’ and ‘safety’?”

“Heh.” Chrysos crosses his arms with too much sass to not resemble ‘that damn octopus,’ as Jamil would put it. He’s even got the voice down, replying with, “You should know that Octavinelle students specialize in all types of payback,” as if he were Azul himself.

If Santiago were in his bird form right now, his feathers would be puffing up with annoyance. “You could’ve spared my lunch, at least!”

“Next time, spare my peace of mind,” Chrysos retorts in his normal voice. “Anyways, I’ve no time for this.” He walks off without another word, holding his chin up high; remarkably composed for a short person with an equally short temper.

Santiago sighs and shakes his head, trying to continue on with his day.

That guy’s so petty and stubborn. I just don’t get it.

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #santiago parro

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shadamyheadcanons · 2 years

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Glitch Version 1.1

Surprise! At long last, I’ve finally finished the revised version of my story from the Shadamy Zine! Get it? Version 1.1? Because it’s like a software update haha--

Special thanks to @w0lp3rtinger and @shadowsfascination for beta’ing this for me!

Summary: Shadow’s normally-flawless Chaos powers have been on the fritz lately, and he suspects his conflicted state of mind is to blame. Unfortunately, the situation only worsens when he’s around Amy Rose.

Cross-posted on AO3.

Shadow panted and dodged left to evade a spray of pellets from Omega’s wrist cannons as he sprinted through the field behind Team Dark’s apartment complex. His ears picked up on the metallic snap of Omega switching his weaponry. He glanced back to see his friend had shifted to his inaccurate fireball launcher, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“YOU ARE UNUSUALLY SLUGGISH TODAY, OLD MAN. ARE YOU PAST YOUR PRIME?” Omega leapt into the air to hurl a fireball toward Shadow.

Shadow gritted his teeth, then smirked. “Hmph. Last time I checked, only one of us can get rusty, and it’s not me.” He reversed direction and dashed back toward Omega, sliding under the fireball as he went. He stayed low and pressed his hands into the grass, then pushed himself up as forcefully as he could, kicking directly upward as Omega fell back down.

Normally I could do this easily, but today...

The kick knocked Omega’s hand loose in its socket, making him flail and curse. Shadow leapt to his feet and grinned. “Is that what passes for craftsmanship where you were made?”

“...SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE IS SIMPLY OVERDUE!” Omega sputtered, hurriedly snapping his hand back in place. “I AM THE ULTIMATE E-SERIES ROBOT. MY LAB WAS STATE-OF-THE-ART.”

“Eh...it’s no space station—”

Omega interrupted Shadow’s amused muttering by scooping him up in a ball and shooting him directly out of his arm cannon, clearly irritated. Shadow unrolled in midair, laughing softly as he slid to a stop some twenty feet farther down the field. Omega was generally less of a threat when he was annoyed.

“Oo, are they sparring? How exciting!”

Shadow’s ears immediately perked up at the cheery voice that chimed in. His eyes flicked to the side to see Amy saunter over to Rouge. His heart pounded a little, and it only accelerated when she waved an arm and encouragingly shouted, “Go Shadow! You can do it!”

“ORGANICS ARE EASILY DISTRACTED. DEPLOYING MISSILES.”

Shadow snapped his gaze forward again just in time to see Omega fire a barrage of his drill-shaped missiles into the air. Shadow focused energy in his palm. A drop of sweat slid down his temple. God...I hope it works this time... He wound up his arm. “Chaos...Spear!”

He swung his arm up toward the projectiles...and the Chaos energy fizzled out in his palm.

Terror gripped Shadow for a moment, but then he spotted the tracks of the missiles and chuckled in disbelief. He held still while they fell to the ground around him in a disorganized mess, their small explosions not coming anywhere near him. Shadow snorted and placed a hand on his hip, turning his amused gaze toward Omega.

“You know, Omega, if my aim were like yours, I wouldn’t openly call myself a ‘combat robot.’ Have you tried doing robocalls? Assembly line work? Whatever it is Orbot and Cubot do?”

Pride swelled in Shadow’s chest when he heard Amy’s bubbly laughter from the sidelines, pulling his attention away from the battle once more.

By the time he heard Omega’s enraged shout, the robot was nearly upon him.

“BEGONE, ULTIMATE NUISANCE!”

Uh-oh...

Shadow just barely avoided Omega’s dash punch. Omega didn’t quit, unleashing a flurry of furious strikes. Shadow kept moving, feeling panic rise in his gut as Omega’s clawed fingers nearly sheared off the fur on his cheek. This would be so much easier if I could use Chaos Control...

In a last-ditch attempt to buy himself more space, Shadow jumped back, then leapt over Omega’s head. Omega pivoted and swung an arm in an arc over his head, catching Shadow in the stomach. Shadow grunted as the wind was knocked out of him. He heard the whoosh of Omega’s other arm as it swung toward him. It collided with the back of his head with an ugly clang, making his ears ring. He let out an undignified yelp at the blunt pain. He was thrown a good fifteen feet before he landed face first in the dirt, sliding to a stop shortly after. He groaned.

“Oh, no! Shadow!”

Shadow cringed and just barely lifted his head. And Amy saw it, too. Great.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Omega pumping his arms triumphantly in the air. “ERADICATE!”

Rouge tsked and shook her head. “Now? Really?”

“I REIGN SUPREME ONCE MORE! YOU WILL NEVER RISE FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR SHAME AND HUMILIATION!”

“Shadow, are you alright?! Don’t worry, I know first aid!” Amy’s caring voice and actions easily distracted Shadow from Omega’s grandstanding. She carefully helped him sit up, then looked in his eyes with a concerned pout. “Where did you get hit?”

“Back of the head.” She visibly cringed and shuffled to sit behind him. “But it’s not a big deal, you don’t have to—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have you fixed up in no time!” she interrupted. She started running her careful fingers along his scalp to look for a wound, gently pushing his sharp quills this way and that with the skill and confidence only a hedgehog could have. He relaxed and shut his eyes, protests forgotten.

Ahhhh.

“I’m not seeing any blood yet, so that’s good, at least...”

Shadow didn’t argue, too distracted by her calming tone to comment. Any pain he’d felt had already dissipated in the wake of her careful, comforting, unnecessary ministrations, ministrations that no one else on Earth would bother with for the Ultimate Lifeform. His heart swelled.

God...there’s no one like her.

All too soon, Rouge’s lower, sensual voice cut in. “Hey, Pink?” Shadow’s nose wrinkled in disappointment at the switch.

“Hmm?” Amy’s bubbly voice acknowledged the question. The gentle pressure of her fingers continued.

“You know Shadow has a healing factor, right?”

At this, her fingers did pause, making Shadow’s ear twitch in dissatisfaction. “What do you mean?”

Rouge sighed. Even without opening his eyes, Shadow could picture the way she was holding a hand to her forehead in exasperation. “It means any hits he got would’ve been healed by the time you got to him.”

“Wait...what?”

Shadow blinked his eyes open and turned to lock eyes with Amy. He covered his mouth to try and hide his fond laughter.

Realization crossed Amy’s face. She gasped, then glared with unintentional cuteness. “How long were you just going to sit there and let me do that?!”

He smirked, amused. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

She clenched her hands into fists. “That’s—you just—oo, you make me so flustered sometimes!” She puffed out her cheeks in irritation.

So cute.

Shadow couldn’t keep the smile off his face. She let out a “hmph” and sat back on her heels. She crossed her arms. “I see how it is! I only stopped by to lend you this anyway.” She handed Shadow a book, still holding her nose in the air.

Shadow inspected the book, then perked up. “This is...”

“That book about boxercise from my shelf. I know you look at it every time you visit,” Amy finished, looking proud of herself.

Shadow looked back up and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “You caught me. That’s really perceptive of you, Amy.”

She openly preened at the compliment. “I know you like martial arts, but what’s so interesting about boxercise specifically?”

He turned the book over to glance at the summary, then looked back up at her. “I didn’t notice it when we were younger, but the more I watch you fight, the more I see just how much you incorporate it into your style. You’ve been unstoppable lately and, well...I felt inspired.”

He tried to hold back his smile, knowing he looked a little goofy, but he couldn’t quite regret it when he saw Amy’s lips spread into a wide, charming grin, cheeks tinted an endearing pink. She clasped her hands in her lap and lifted her shoulders shyly. “Thank you, Shadow. That means a lot coming from you!” He nodded, and she hopped to her feet.

Shadow stood up to join her. “So where are you headed?”

Amy dusted off her dress. “I’m hanging out with Sonic later. I need his advice on something.” She let out a sigh and laughed a little. “We’ve been getting along much better lately. It’s such a relief.”

Shadow’s eye twitched. “Ah...right. Have a good time, then.”

He tried not to look disappointed. If Amy’s confused face was any indication, he didn’t do a very good job. She shrugged and ruffled his quills, then grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shadow. Thanks for being so sweet!” She started to run off, but she stopped a little ways away to call over her shoulder, “But you better not embarrass me like that again!” She stuck out her tongue at him, grinned cheekily, and dashed off. Shadow watched her departure with a fond, dreamy smile.

“Soooo...what was that?”

Shadow jumped a little and looked up to see Rouge smirking at him. He’d completely forgotten she was there. He looked away and started fixing his quills. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm. Is that why you just sat there and let Amy groom your quills?”

Shadow finished straightening them out and shrugged. “My head is covered in spines. Hedgehogs don’t get too many scalp massages.”

Rouge wasn’t convinced. “Hey, Omega, have you ever seen Shadow crush on anyone?” she asked, sounding mystified at the possibility.

“NEGATIVE. NOW UPDATING DATABASE.”

“I’m not—”

“Gotta admit, I’m a little impressed,” Rouge interrupted. “For a guy who’s never flirted before, that was pretty good. You even got her to blush! Who knew all you had to do was get hit in the head?” She scratched her chin in contemplation, making Shadow wonder how seriously she was considering the technique.

“But I wasn’t—I don’t—”

“HOW LONG AGO DID YOUR HEIGHTENED FEELINGS FOR AMY ROSE BEGIN?”

Shadow stared at him for a moment, then glanced back to Rouge’s curious face. He sighed in defeat. “It’s been a few months.”

Rouge let out an excited little noise, but Omega’s reply was what caught his attention. “INTERESTING. IT WAS AROUND THEN THAT YOUR CHAOS POWERS STARTED GETTING JAMMED. IS THIS CORRELATION OR CAUSATION?”

Rouge’s demeanor immediately turned serious. “What?”

“Ahhh...it’s not a big deal, buuut...” When they didn’t look placated, he cringed and sighed. “My Chaos abilities have always been tied to my state of mind. Sometimes when I’m upset or conflicted, it feels like some passages get blocked, and things don’t work right. Remember when Sonic and I had to fight the Biolizard in our super forms?” Rouge’s eye twitched the same way it always did when his near-death experience was brought up, but she nodded. “Amy had just reminded me of Maria’s wish, so I knew I was doing the right thing, but I’d been so sure I was supposed to destroy the Earth right up until that point that my thoughts were still twisted—by a man I’d grown to love and trust, no less. On top of that, I had to fight alongside a guy I couldn’t stand up until that point. AND we were battling my own prototype.” He rubbed his temples just thinking about it. “I felt pulled in two directions. That normally doesn’t happen because I try to stay serious and decisive, but that day, my systems didn’t work right, and we were low on rings—”

Rouge wouldn’t look at him. Omega was silent. Shadow moved on. “Anyway...I had to use my super form against Devil Doom, too, but by that point, I had a better handle on how my emotions interfere with my powers. I was just pissed by then, so I had no trouble staying single-minded that time. I could’ve flown around the whole planet with how purely indignant I was.”

He jumped when Rouge grabbed his shoulders. “Shadow the hedgehog, why the hell didn’t you tell me that?! Do you have any idea how terrified I was when you went super and flew into space like that again? I thought I’d lost—”

She stalled out, unable to finish her sentence. Her nails were digging into Shadow’s shoulders even through her gloves. He ignored the pain and calmly replied, “I didn’t know you well enough at the time. That’s why I’m telling you now.” He shut his eyes. “You know how I am about weaknesses.”

After a moment, Rouge sighed and withdrew one of her hands to point right at his nose. “Shadow, you can’t just walk around like this. You need your Chaos powers. What if you run into trouble again?”

Shadow went cross-eyed looking at her finger. He scoffed and brushed her hands away. “It’ll be fine once I get over Amy. You know I don’t get crushes...often.” Rouge and Omega’s silence spoke volumes. “And who’s going to give me trouble? Eggman’s been out of commission for years. Zavok and his gang mellowed out. Anyone else who’s stupid enough to mess with me is either arrested or dead.”

“SHADOW. AS MUCH AS I ENJOY COMPLETELY OBLITERATING YOU IN COMBAT, ROUGE HAS A POINT. YOU WILL BE VULNERABLE UNTIL THIS IS SORTED OUT. CONSIDERING YOUR HISTORY, I FEEL...CONCERNED FOR YOUR WELLBEING.”

Shadow blinked a few times, baffled. Omega, feeling concerned? He pressed his lips together. “Well...fine, but how am I supposed to do that? All I can do is wait it out.”

“I STILL DO NOT SEE THE CONNECTION BETWEEN ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR AMY ROSE AND A CONFLICTED STATE OF MIND. IT SEEMS SIMPLE TO ME. YOU WANT TO MARRY HER, CORRECT? ASK HER TO MARRY YOU.”

Rouge cracked up laughing, and Shadow sputtered, “Wha—no! I don’t! I mean, maybe someda—no! It’s just a crush, Omega! We’re not even dating!”

“SO GO ON A DATE SO YOU CAN ASK HER TO MARRY YOU.”

Shadow groaned and hid his face in his hands.

Rouge got the last of her laughter out of the way and leaned on Omega’s shoulder. “Might be a bit soon for that, but the big guy’s got a point, Shadow. Why not just ask her out?”

Shadow side-eyed her. “You’re kidding, right? Amy has always loved Sonic. She doesn’t like me.”

Rouge glanced down at the book in Shadow’s hands, clearly skeptical. “Are you sure...?”

“Of course I’m sure. What do you mean?”

“Let’s see...you ‘make her flustered,’ she observed you enough to lend you a book you liked and then came all the way over here just to give it to you, you made her blush...” she pointed out with a knowing smile.

Shadow crossed his arms and looked away. “That’s just Amy. She’s sweet and thoughtful with everyone.”

Rouge sighed. “I still think it’s worth a shot. Even if you get rejected, that’ll at least plant the idea in her head and help you sort out some of these conflicted feelings. The worst she can say is ‘no.’”

“No, the worst thing is that it could ruin our friendship. We’ve been hanging out a lot lately, and...she means a lot to me.” He looked away.

“So what’s your plan for your Chaos powers, then?”

“I’ll think of something.” Unwilling to continue the uncomfortable discussion, he added, “I have to get going. Chaos—” He stopped. Remembering how off-course he’d wound up the last time he used Chaos Control, he shut his mouth and decided to hoof it instead.

Before he could run off, Rouge piped up. “By the way...didn’t Amy say she’d ‘see you tomorrow?’ Where are you two headed, Casanova?”

Shadow pressed his lips together. “Don’t get excited, it’s not a date. We’re going out as friends.”

Rouge crossed her arms and shot him an unimpressed look. “You’re just going to take her out and pretend it’s a date, aren’t you?”

He narrowed his eyes, and her smug grin widened. “...That’s none of your business,” he grumbled, skating off. He could hear them laughing in the distance.

Shadow chose to run to his destination the next day to calm his remaining nerves, which might’ve worked if he could run full speed. The slight tug holding him back wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else, but it was enough to make him wish he’d taken his motorcycle instead. Thankfully, he was still on time...barely.

“Cutting it close, huh, Shadow? That’s not like you,” Amy teased. She wore a casual yellow dress, a white sunhat, and a charming smile.

Shadow tried to breathe evenly through his nose so she wouldn’t notice how out of breath he was. “Good to see you, Amy. You’re dressed for the occasion.” He paused, then hurriedly added, “You look cute.”

Before he could regret the comment or worry that his feelings were showing, she brightened up. “Thanks! I love this outfit!” She wiggled her toes in her canvas sneakers. “I know you said we’d be doing a lot of walking, but I didn’t know we’d be going to the Westopolis Botanical Gardens. I’m so excited!”

Her enthusiasm was contagious. Shadow felt an easy smile cross his face as he led the way to the entrance. “So you really didn’t look it up, then?”

She shook her head. “I just followed the address you gave me. I didn’t want to ruin your surprise. This was such a good idea!”

Shadow felt his heart grow soft again. He chuckled softly. “That’s something I really like about you.”

“Huh?”

“I like how straightforward and honest you are,” Shadow clarified. “There’s no sneakiness with you. I can plan a surprise—” Not a date. “—hangout, and I know you won’t pry or feel tempted to snoop around for answers if I ask you not to.” His smile turned bittersweet. “I haven’t met enough people who are that honest and trusting. I really cherish it when I do.”

She was silent for long enough to make him worry that he’d gotten too intense over something so small, but when he looked over, her eyes were shining. She gave him a crooked smile. “Of course. Every good relationship is built on trust.”

Shadow’s heart pounded. He folded his ears back shyly at her word choice. “Y-yeah.” He gulped and tentatively held out his arm as they walked under the colorful canopy of flowers that formed the gate to the gardens. She happily linked her arm with his in response, and he had to resist the urge to let out a sigh of happiness. Contrary to popular belief, Shadow was quite fond of physical contact, and no friend of Amy’s was at risk of feeling touch-starved. The fact that linking arms made them look like a couple was only the icing on the cake for Shadow.

“So what made you choose this place?” Amy asked, her eyes darting eagerly along the flowers over their heads.

I wanted to take you rock climbing to impress you, but with my strength failing me, I definitely would have embarrassed myself.

“I had a few ideas, but then I remembered Westopolis added this place when they started rebuilding after the Black Arms’ attack. That...situation...doesn’t bring back great memories for me,” he managed with difficulty, “but it brought rebirth. It’s poetic that so much life could grow out of such an ugly situation, isn’t it?”

There was silence for a moment. He looked down at Amy, only to find she was staring at him, almost in...awe? He cocked his head. “Uh...Amy?”

She snapped out of it and shook herself off. “Right! Um...I just...” She bit her lip and looked away shyly. “I just think...you, ah...love flowers as much as I do! That’s all!”

If Amy were anyone else, Shadow would have thought she looked smitten. He chose to ignore her feelings for Sonic in favor of enjoying the moment.

“It’s great that such a nice place is free, too,” Amy continued. “You’re a cheap date, huh?”

He almost tripped at her words. “Ah, y-yeah. It’s nice.”

The two of them stepped out from under the floral canopy into a large clearing. Amy gasped at their surroundings. In the center of the open area was a clear pond. Shadow could see small fish and a few turtles swimming among the reeds and lily pads. A small waterfall fed into it from a sandstone rock formation. Branches hung low from wisteria trees, shading the clearing like lavender curtains. A wooden walkway ran along the outer edge and continued past the glade to connect it with the rest of the picturesque garden.

Amy pulled away to run over onto the walkway. Her grin was radiant. “This is so beautiful!”

Shadow strode over more slowly as he admired the scene, smiling softly at her enthused reaction. “I’m glad you like it. It really is nice, isn’t it?”

She nodded happily, and then her eyes lit up. “I have an idea!” She jogged along the walkway until she was right next to the rock formation. She placed a hand against it and grinned as he caught up to her. “We could get a better view from up there, don’t you think?”

Shadow scratched his chin and eyed the rocks nervously. “Are we supposed to go up there?”

Amy’s grin turned mischievous. She held her hands behind her back in false innocence and dug her toe into the ground cutely. “Wellll, I don’t see a sign, do you?”

Shadow smirked back. “You of all people, bending the rules? Who are you, and what have you done with Amy Rose?”

She snickered and dragged him over by his wrist. “Maybe you’ve been rubbing off on me a little,” she teased, winking over her shoulder. Shadow’s stomach did a flip.

Unfortunately, it flipped once again when he looked up at the rocks. I specifically chose this because it wasn’t rock climbing. What the hell happened?!

“Uh, Earth to Shadow?”

Shadow shook himself off to see Amy giving him a disapproving look. “Sorry. What?”

She nodded to the rock wall. “You’re not really going to send me up first, are you?”

Shadow cocked his head in confusion. She’s always been a leader. Why would she be nervous about... Then, she glanced down at her outfit and gave him a meaningful look. His eyes popped wide open, and he folded his ears back awkwardly. “Right. Dress. Got it.”

Shadow turned back to the wall and did his best to choke back his nerves before starting to climb. The going was slow; he still had some of his strength, but he definitely wasn’t in any shape to flip a truck the way he usually could. He grimaced and held in a grunt as he lifted himself without any of the ease he typically had.

Is this how normal people go through life? My Chao can climb faster than this!

He’d been hoping Amy wouldn’t notice, but those hopes were dashed when he saw her catch up to climb alongside him. He didn’t look to the side, afraid of the expression he’d find on her face. Concern? Sympathy? Judgment?

Well...probably not that last one, he reasoned. He focused on keeping his grip instead. The handholds weren’t too tough, but with the limited visibility and sandy texture of the wall, the footholds were more of a problem. His legs shook from nerves and fatigue. At least an indoor rock wall would’ve had solid holds built into it.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his right foot slipped. The sudden lack of support wrenched his right hand off the wall as well. Panic gripped him. “Shi—”

“GOTCHA!”

Shadow’s eyes were clenched shut. He blinked them open to find Amy was slightly higher than him on the wall—though still low enough for modesty’s sake—holding herself up with one hand while hanging onto his wrist with the other. He hung there for a moment, thrown off and embarrassed, before she cut in. “Come on, it’s okay! We’re almost there!”

Shadow wilted and hurriedly put his foot in a more secure spot. He grabbed the wall again with her help and looked away. “Thanks.” He could see her nod and smile encouragingly.

Shadow hid his panting as best he could once he’d scrambled up to the top with her. He sat facing the garden and looked down at his lap, toying with his fingers bashfully. “Thanks again.”

Amy plopped down next to Shadow and kept her gaze on him. “It’s no problem, but you looked really uncomfortable on the way up. Are you alright?”

Shadow tried to brush it off, not liking her worried expression. “It’s nothing. My foot just slipped.”

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dragged you up here,” she added, clearly unconvinced. “I know Blaze is afraid of heights, so I watch out for her, too. Just let me know if you’re not comfortable doing something, okay?”

Shadow shrugged and smiled wryly. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about when someone as strong as you is with me. All that hammer swinging has really paid off,” he praised, hoping a compliment would diffuse the tension.

It worked. Amy grinned proudly and flexed one of her impressive biceps. “You’re damn right!”

He nodded, satisfied, and looked down at the scenery. “And you were right. It’s beautiful up here.”

Amy sighed dreamily. “It really is.” She paused for a moment before perking up. “Hey, they have your favorites!” she said, pointing to a sunny corner where lavender was shooting up from the ground.

Shadow’s eyes widened in surprise. “You remember?”

Amy snorted and waved it off. “As if I’d forget something like that! How can I live up to my name if I can’t even remember your favorite flower?”

“It does make sense,” Shadow agreed, trying to hide how flattered he was. He deliberated briefly before throwing caution to the wind. “And this place suits you, too. A rose is always at home in a garden.”

Amy stared at him for a moment, then hid her face behind her hands. Her body started shaking, and Shadow could hear her break down in laughter at the sentiment. He smirked. She tore one of her hands away to lightly shove him. “That was so cheesy!” she managed through her cackles.

Shadow chuckled softly. He admired the way her cheeks flushed red and her eyes watered from laughter. “I hope it wasn’t too painful.”

She shook her head, still laughing, and bumped her head against his shoulder. “I loved it.”

She shuffled closer and linked her arm with his once more. Shadow’s heart raced, then gradually slowed to a calm warmth at the contact. He rested his chin on top of her head. His mood soured a little when he thought of his own dishonest intentions about the “date,” but he reasoned to himself that his inner feelings weren’t what mattered so long as they were both having fun.

“I’ve always wanted to go to one of these,” Amy commented after a while.

She didn’t add anything else, but Shadow could guess what she meant. “Let me guess: you always wanted to take Sonic on a date here, but he never wanted to go?”

Amy suddenly pulled away. When Shadow looked over, her expression was indignant. “I wasn’t going to say that!”

Shadow just blinked, unsure of what to say. Amy huffed and shook her head. “Why would I go on about Sonic when I’m out with you? That’s rude!”

Shadow frowned, now fully confused. She’s mentioned Sonic around me a million times. It’s what she does. She has toned it down recently, I guess, but still... Unsure of what else to say, Shadow settled on a joke to try and lighten the mood. “Well, I hope I’m a decent replacement, at least.” He tried to smile, but it came out as a cringe.

Amy looked...hurt? Confused? Angry? Shadow couldn’t read her for the life of him. “I’d never compare the two of you.”

Shadow’s expression went flat. He stared off into space, completely stumped. What the hell does that mean?!

After a moment, Amy’s nose wrinkled cutely. “Do you want to get down from here?” she ventured, perplexed and concerned by his response.

Shadow snapped out of it and nodded. “Yeah. There’s a lot more to this place.”

“Alright!”

The two spent the rest of the day admiring everything they could. The place was big enough that Amy insisted they’d have to come back another day to see it all, a suggestion that made Shadow’s heart soar. Much to Amy’s excitement, Shadow pointed out that the greenhouse close to the exit housed an adjoining aviary that he knew she’d like, and he was right; Shadow spent a great deal of time enjoying the sight of all the Flickies flocking around Amy the same way they always seemed to. Between their mutual love for nature, their easy rapport, and the way she appreciated his overly intense demeanor and sentiments in a way no one else did, Shadow couldn’t help but spend all day thinking of how perfect they’d be as a couple.

But we won’t.

And that divide messed with him all day. The rock climbing was the worst of it, but he tripped over seemingly nothing a few times because his muscles weren’t working right. He almost fell into one of the ponds when Amy told him how much fun she always had when they were together. She caught him in time, saving him once more and teasingly saying, “Don’t fall!”

Too late, he thought wryly as he gazed into her caring eyes.

“We have to go out again soon, Shadow. That was super fun!” Amy hugged him tightly.

Shadow’s heart thumped for the umpteenth time that day. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Yeah. Definitely.” When’s the last time anyone said that about a day with me? There really is no one like her. He reluctantly pulled away. “I’ll call you to plan the next one. I’ll see you soon—”

“Hold on!”

Shadow paused at the command. “Huh?”

Amy was holding her hands behind her back. She had a charming smile on her face. “Are you really gonna make me take the bus home?”

Shadow’s eyes widened. Nausea boiled in his gut at the thought of using Chaos Control in his current state. “Uhhh...”

Amy’s smile faded. “What’s wrong?”

Shadow flinched and returned to her side. “Nothing, I just...spaced out for a second.” He tried to ignore the light, giddy feeling he got when she took his hand. He closed his eyes and mentally sifted through his usual locations, only to find that they all looked even fuzzier than last time. A veneer of static obscured each one, as if they were weak stations on an old TV. He gritted his teeth and tried to go by how they felt instead, narrowing it down to the locations he associated with Amy. A familiar, domestic setting surfaced that had Amy’s aura all over it. He nodded. Here goes nothing...

“Chaos...Control!”

The yanking sensation he’d grown so used to was rougher this time, like they were being jostled through a usually smooth path. Shadow clenched his eyes shut. Please, please, please...!

The feeling stopped more abruptly than usual, almost making Shadow stumble. Before he could open his eyes, Amy’s amused voice floated in.

“Uh, Shadow? This is a little fast for me,” she laughed.

“Huh?”

Shadow looked around and blanched in horror when he realized he’d teleported them into his bedroom. “WRONG ONE! I WASN’T—JUST A SECOND! CHAOS CONTROL!” he sputtered past her laughter.

His hasty attempt landed them outside one of their favorite restaurants. He cringed.

“Well, I am kinda hungry. Is this your way of trying to spend more time with me?”

Shadow’s panic only grew at her teasing tone. “No, no! I’ve got it! Chaos Control!”

They appeared outside their favorite Chao store this time. While Amy cooed over the adorable Chao stumbling around in the front window, Shadow stopped and bent over, panting and sweating.

After a moment, he felt Amy take both of his hands. “Shadow? What’s wrong?”

Shadow slowly looked up at her. Her expression was twisted with concern for him. His limbs shook. “I’ll get you back! I can do it! Chaos...”

“Shadow, wait! I’m worried about you!”

“...Control!”

“Shadow!”

Just then, Shadow saw it. A flicker of static faded, leaving Amy’s porch clear as day for an instant. He headed straight for it with determination, but Amy’s scared words reverberated in his head, the care and love she’d shown for him yanking his mind off his task. The distraction swiftly jerked him off course, sending them down a rickety path to a much, much darker locale.

There was no smooth landing this time. The two of them fell in a heap. Shadow groaned and rubbed his forehead, then looked around. He twitched and instantly shut his eyes again. He tried to sift through the locations in his head again.

But every single one was blank. No pictures, no static, no pathways.

Shadow lifted himself up onto his hands and knees, drenched in cold sweat and fear. “I can’t do it.”

“What?”

He sat back on his heels and held himself. “I can’t use Chaos Control anymore. We’re trapped here.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and trembled, stuck in an internal cycle of fear, humiliation, guilt, and self-loathing.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, and a calm voice guided him out of his stupor. “Hey...Shadow? It’s alright! We’re going to be okay!” He anxiously peeked up at her reassuring smile. “We’ll get out of this. I know we will.”

“But—”

Amy cut off any protests by pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay.” She gently scratched his scalp, and he relaxed just as he had the day before.

After a long moment, she pulled back and looked into his eyes, still holding onto his shoulders. “What’s wrong, Shadow? What can I do to help?”

Shadow took a few deep breaths. I can’t tell her it’s nothing, but I can’t tell her everything, either. He bit his lip. “I’ve been having trouble with my Chaos energy recently. It doesn’t always work right.”

“Why? Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

He paused. “I’m...still working on that part.” She sighed and deflated. He lifted his shoulders, embarrassed. “I never meant to drag you into it like this, and I especially didn’t mean to drag you...here...”

Both of them examined their grim surroundings. Decrepit old castles stretched out along the horizon. The sky was a turbulent, cloudy blood red, and dull orange mist settled over the area. It was chilly but uncomfortably humid, and not even the slightest gust could be felt, as if the air itself was dead, frozen in time since they’d last been there.

Shadow clenched his fists. “Of course I got you stuck in Cryptic Castle, of all places! I couldn’t have stranded you in a worse place!”

“Eh.” Amy shrugged in a way Shadow felt was far too casual for their circumstances. She stood up and helped him to his feet. “It’s not so bad. At least someone can pick us up, right?” He tilted his head while she took out her phone. She typed something out, then waited. Her expression gradually soured.

“What are you up to?”

She smiled wryly. “I tried to text Sonic and Silver to see if they could warp us out of here, but there’s no service. Worth a shot, right?”

With another escape route cut off, Shadow deflated even further. She noticed and reached out to hold one of his hands in both of hers. “Hey! I told you we’d be alright, and I meant it!” she reassured him once more. “We survived this place just fine when we were 12 and 15. We can definitely handle this as adults.”

Her chipper, steadfast smile cut through Shadow’s doubts, even as his pessimistic side reminded him that he’d had Chaos powers last time. She started dashing along the rampart in front of them, pulling him along with her. “Come on! I think I remember the way.”

Things went alright at first. He had no problem grinding on the rails, and he could still ride the pumpkin balloons like last time. The two scanned the landscape as the balloon took them farther. Without Eggman’s robots and the Black Arms, Cryptic Castle felt empty. Shadow knew he should have felt relieved about that, but he couldn’t help but feel unsettled. He shivered and decided it was just his Chaos troubles and bad memories.

At Amy’s direction, they dropped down from the balloon, only to fall through a tunnel full of ghosts.

“EEEEEEK!”

Amy latched onto Shadow as they fell. He smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of ghosts.”

She glared up at him. “I am NOT interested in getting possessed again.”

They landed, and Shadow did a double-take. “Wait...‘again’?”

“It’s a long story.”

She dashed off. He could still keep up with her even with his sputtering stream of Chaos energy, but he’d be hard-pressed to say he was faster. Luckily, he didn’t have to admit he couldn’t break down doors and open the heavy false floors anymore because Amy immediately volunteered to do so, happy to demonstrate how far she’d come since she was a kid. Some routes had been blocked off by crumbling ramparts and fallen towers, but they found other ways. Shadow was actually feeling better with the progress they’d made until they hit a dead end...or at least, what should have been a dead end.

Shadow and Amy both stopped in front of a trail of red and purple fluid leading up to a higher platform. Amy made a disgusted noise, and Shadow frowned. “I can’t believe this slime has persisted so long. It’s been ten years now. Shouldn’t it have disintegrated?”

Amy held up her hands. “Don’t look at me, you’re the alien expert!” she joked.

Shadow shrugged, unable to argue with that. “Maybe nothing on Earth can break it down.”

He jumped into the slime trail to follow it up to a higher platform. After some hesitation, Amy followed, then shivered when she popped out next to him. “Eugh. At least those disgusting eyeball aliens are gone!”

“Still grossed out by those things, all these years later?” He shook his head fondly and kept running alongside her. “Some things never change.”

“Can you blame me?!” she protested. “They were giant living eyeballs with fangs! And the way they moved was just...UGH! Gross!” She wrung her hands out as she ran.

“Those were technically my kin, you know,” Shadow pointed out, charmed by her antics. “You don’t think I’m gross, right?”

“Of course not. You’re my favorite alien, Shadow!”

It was probably supposed to be a joke, but her charming smile and the silly compliment attached to it made him tip forward and fall on his face. He slid to a stop, then lifted his head and grumbled. Don’t tell me...

“Shadow, are you alright?! What happened?”

Instead of answering, Shadow rolled onto his back and lifted one of his feet. He focused on it, and it produced a quick yellow-orange flicker, only to fade out immediately. He knocked his heel against the stones beneath him and tried again. Nothing. His fists clenched.

“Shadow?” Amy tried again.

Shadow closed his eyes and stayed quiet. He waited another moment before looking up to see that Amy was reaching out her hand. He nodded and let her pull him to his feet, needing her strength more than he was willing to admit. He started moving forward again, manually reminding himself not to skate.

Amy’s eyes were wide with intrigue. “I’ve never seen you actually run before. Not like this.”

Shadow kept his gaze straight ahead, trying to ignore the way she was clearly holding back her speed so he could keep pace with her. “I fuel the rockets in my shoes with Chaos energy. When it comes to literally running, I’m out of practice.” His expression tightened. “I hardly ever think about it, but everything about me runs off Chaos energy. Without it, I’m—”

“Shadow the hedgehog, hero to the world and one of my favorite people,” Amy cut in, nodding definitively. “Your power isn’t who you are.”

“But everything I’ve ever done—”

“No buts!” she insisted, holding up a finger. “I was weak when I came here the first time, but I was still Amy Rose, just like I am now!”

Shadow slowly nodded. “Yeah. And I’m glad you were, because it took Amy Rose to turn me around that day.” She matched his warm smile with her own.

The two of them ran through the doorway of a much larger castle. They slowed down to take a look around. “Is this a dead end?” Amy asked, squinting around the dark room. “I know it’s been a while, but I definitely don’t remember a castle this big from last time.”

Shadow meandered toward a corner, feeling the floor creak under his shoes as he walked. The distant echoes were the only indicators of the sheer size of the room. Shadow strained his eyes in the dim light, just managing to make out various pieces of furniture—a decrepit old chair here, an overstuffed old couch there. Turning toward the dark wall on his right, he spotted a collection of objects. Once he got close, he recognized it as a pile of bones. He took a step back and stared down at it. His jaw clenched. I didn’t see any signs of life on the way in. How long have these been here, and how did they die...? The question hung unanswered in his head as he looked around, seeing more and more piles as he went—all humanoid. I should get Amy out of here. If she saw these, she’d freak out, he thought, focusing on Amy’s discomfort to avoid thinking of his own.

Then, he felt it.

A dark presence wormed into his mind, bringing an unpleasant, unnerving chill he hadn’t felt in ten years. His spines stood on end. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Pins and needles spread over his body, leaving him shuddering with an intense dread that warned him he was somewhere he shouldn’t be. He struggled to breathe for a few long moments, then snapped out of it and bolted to Amy’s side. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him.

“Amy. We need to leave. NOW.”

She nodded silently, apparently sensing that now wasn’t the time to question him. They’d only taken two steps toward the door when sinister, invasive laughter erupted in Shadow’s head. He and Amy both flinched and stopped, and he could tell by the look on Amy’s face that the telepathy had been extended to her, too. They stared fearfully into each other’s eyes for another second before simultaneously sprinting for the exit. They were only a few steps away when a heavy door slammed shut in front of them, plunging the room into darkness. Amy took out her hammer and repeatedly bashed at the door, but it was far sturdier than the ones they’d broken through before.

“What’s the rush, little hedgehogs? You’re about to witness history.”

Shadow’s body shook as he and Amy turned toward the center of the room. Three red eyes blinked open, providing the only light in the room.

“Sh-shadow...is that...”

A frigid, whistling gust of wind blasted them from all sides, making them flinch and shiver. It died down as soon as it started, and Shadow opened his eyes with trepidation to find a ring of torches mounted on the walls lit with ghostly, pale blue flames. Shadow’s chest tightened painfully when the low light revealed someone he’d assumed he would never encounter again, one who he was woefully unprepared to deal with at the moment.

Shadow automatically stepped in front of Amy to protect her, powers or not. He swallowed with difficulty. “Black Doom? How?! I destroyed you years ago!”

Low, condescending laughter echoed in Shadow’s head, making him wince. “How quaint. You think you’re the only being capable of Chaos Control! Have you forgotten where you got your abilities in the first place?”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “But...that’s impossible! I blasted you! I saw the explosion!”

“You saw the explosion...” Black Doom’s eye flashed a foot from Shadow’s face quickly enough to make both hedgehogs backpedal a few steps. “...but did you see my body afterward, Shadow? You cannot avoid the truth!”

Shadow gritted his teeth, unable to deny it. He took a deep breath and stood up straight once more, unwilling to show his enemy an ounce of fear. He tried to keep his voice steady as he snapped, “What are you here for, Black Doom? Your army is finished! Your comet is destroyed! You’ve been hiding away for ten years in this ruined castle like a scared cockroach. You have nothing!” he finished, sweeping his hand to the side in a decisive motion.

Doom’s unsettling laughter returned. His body flickered out briefly, but it glowed more brightly as his eye shot back behind him. “A decade is nothing to a perfect, immortal being like myself. I may have lacked the means to return to full power thus far, but that is about to change...and I have you to thank for it, Shadow the hedgehog.”

Shadow shuddered at Black Doom’s words. He could hear Amy’s concerned whimper behind him. He hid his apprehension behind a show of bravado. “What are you rambling about now, Black Doom? Don’t waste my time!”

“Don’t you know? The bigger my army, the more power I can draw from them. I can gain all the strength I need by draining Chaos energy from my subjects, right down to the last drop.”

Amy’s disgusted, indignant voice rang out. “You’d feed off your own people? That’s horrible!”

“Typical inferior life form. A leader of a truly superior race does whatever is necessary to survive.”

Shadow felt the same disgust as Amy, but he choked it back and grinned smugly instead. “News flash, Black Doom: I obliterated every one of your spawn! You’ve got no one left to feed on!”

The voice in Shadow’s head turned snide and giddy, rising in pitch and making Shadow’s skin crawl. Black Doom’s body faded out for a moment. “Oh, you poor fool...naive, ignorant fool! How wrong you are!” His body flickered back in, looking more solid than ever. “One of my offspring does live...and he has just saved me the trouble of hunting him down!”

Shadow’s heart stopped for a moment, and his eyes went wide. Doom’s hand sped in his direction to try and grab him.

“Shadow!” Amy cried, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the way. She dragged him behind one of the dilapidated couches and knocked it over so they could use it as cover. She pulled him down and crouched beside him.

“Are you alright?!” she hissed, taking his face in her hands. When he nodded, she let out a breath of relief. She looked back up at Black Doom. “We need to be careful, but he’s weaker than before! You can see his body flickering and fading out every so often, can’t you?” Shadow hesitated but nodded once more, and she gave him a confident smile. “He’s weak! We can do this, Shadow! Together!”

Shadow wasn’t so confident. He winced. “But...I...”

“Relying on a lower life form for protection? You have only grown more pitiful with time, Shadow. Absorbing you will be an act of charity. Swift Strike!”

Remembering how to deal with the ground-bound attack from their last bout, Shadow listened for the low swiping sound it made and turned to Amy. “We need to jump in three...two...one...NOW!”

Both of them leapt into the air on Shadow’s mark. The sickle-shaped projectile sliced through the couch they’d been using as a shield. Amy was right; in Doom’s weakened state, the attack moved so slowly that it could hardly be called “swift.” Even with Shadow’s hampered speed and strength, he cleared it without any trouble. In his pride at having dodged the attack, however, he failed to notice the way it bounced off the wall behind him. Amy noticed the movement in time to evade it with a hammer-jump, but it swept Shadow off his feet and bolted painfully through his nerves. Pain seared through his muscles, making them lock up.

Amy was by his side in an instant. She took him in her arms and helped him sit up. He groaned and held a hand to his head. “This was a lot easier last time.”

“Why? Because Sonic was with you to help out?”

“HAH!” Shadow barked in amusement. “No, Sonic was useless. Last time, I had a submachine gun.”

“Take this! Flame Wave!”

The attack was too swift for either of them to get out of the way this time. Knowing what was coming, Shadow turned his back to the fireball and pulled Amy into his arms to protect her. He gritted his teeth to hold back his cry of agony as the flames seared his flesh, eyes going wide and watering in pain. Amy gasped and cried out into his chest fur.

“Shadow...Shadow, no! Why’d you do that?!”

Her voice was shaking. When she looked up, he could see tears in her eyes. “I’ll heal!” he blurted. “You don’t have a healing factor like I do. I’ll be alright!”

But the burning in his back didn’t subside. The two of them ran to the side to avoid further fireballs. He knew his healing factor wasn’t working right, and judging by the sound of Amy’s strained whimper, she knew it, too.

While the two of them were busy dodging the main body’s attacks, Doom’s Eye flew into their path to try and intercept them. They flinched, but then Amy cried out, “SLIDE!” She used her momentum to slide under their opponent. Shadow instantly followed her command, narrowly avoiding the eye’s grasping arms as they lashed downward, splintering the floorboards behind him. He peeked fearfully over his shoulder.

Since when do the body and the eye attack at the same time?! He may be weak, but he’s just as dangerous as ever!

Amy yanked him to his feet and clung onto his arm harshly as she pulled him along. “Shadow, we need to take him out. We have to before—” Her words got caught in her throat, so she moved on. “What’s his weakness? What’s the best way to take him out?”

Shadow breathed heavily and tried to quell his panic at the unfamiliar sensation of prolonged pain from the burn on his back. “His...his body isn’t always tangible. It fades in and out. His eye is much more vulnerable.”

“Got it.”

“BEGONE!”

Doom’s loudest shout yet reverberated in Shadow’s overwhelmed mind, making him stop in his tracks. Amy pivoted and doubled back. She stood her ground in front of Shadow, brandishing her hammer once more. As Black Doom fired small violet meteors at them, Amy skillfully deflected each one with powerful swings. After the first few, she successfully started knocking them at Doom’s Eye with deadly accuracy. The eye zigzagged deftly to avoid the first few, but Amy adapted, anticipating its movements. It shrieked in agony once the meteors started hitting their mark. His body stopped immediately and phased forward to loom over her.

“What is this life form, Shadow? Some kind of pet?”

Doom’s snide tone and words made Shadow want to tear him to shreds, but Amy spoke up first. “Who do you think you are?! You’ve seen me before!”

“As if I would remember such a lowly creature. You will pay for your impudence!”

With that, Doom’s Eye rushed forward. It raced forward and phased right through its own body, then emerged to hang over them, arms outstretched. When it lashed out, Amy swung her hammer forward in a desperate attempt to defend herself. The eye latched onto the head of her hammer and flew straight upward, making Amy scream in alarm.

“AMY!”

Shadow was powerless to help as she was lifted out of reach. Even at his full strength, he couldn’t have jumped nearly high enough to reach her. She held on tight to the handle of her hammer and looked down in terror, knowing a fall from that height could seriously injure her...or worse. Shadow felt himself quiver in panic and helplessness.

Black Doom’s body struck before Shadow could even see it. His clawed hand wrapped painfully around Shadow, pinning his arms to his sides. It slammed him high up against a wall, breaking off several planks of wood. Shadow barely registered the distant sound of the planks colliding with the floor far below him. He groaned, dazed.

“Now, the ritual can commence at last,” Black Doom said, his tone menacing. “I have been looking forward to this moment every day since your betrayal.”

Shadow struggled weakly in his grasp and frantically tried to think of a way out. I don’t have my strength. I don’t have my speed. No Chaos Control, no Chaos Spears...I have plenty of energy, but all my channels are blocked. Even if I took off my limiters, I still couldn’t access it! He’d never felt so helpless in his life. He could see Amy hanging on stubbornly below him, but he knew her grip couldn’t last forever. She looked up at him, eyes plaintive. He could see her mouth the word ‘sorry,’ as if it were somehow her fault that they’d wound up like this. His heart broke.

He snapped out of it when the clawed hand tightened its grip, making Shadow gasp in pain. Black Doom spoke up once more, his tone growing more insidious with every word. “I want you to know that I’m going to savor every moment of your suffering. I hope you spend your last moments thinking of just how weak you’ve become.”

With that, Shadow snapped. Determination raged through his veins. “You’re wrong, Black Doom. I will never be weak.”

“What?”

Shadow stared him down, fearless and confident. “I am Shadow the hedgehog, the ultimate lifeform. And I DO NOT. GIVE. UP.”

With that, Shadow bared his fangs and did the only thing he could think of.

“OWWWW!” Black Doom screeched, immediately dropping Shadow. “You insolent little—did you just bite me?!”

Shadow ignored his cries and kicked off the wall as hard as he could. He ripped off his gloves as he plummeted, then slashed his claws across Doom’s Eye. It let out an earsplitting screech and released Amy’s hammer. Shadow latched onto one of her feet as they fell. “Propeller hammer, propeller hammer!”

She followed his hasty directions and immediately spun her body like a top to slow their descent. Shadow landed lightly on the ground and caught Amy in his arms as she fell the rest of the way. They stayed that way for a moment, panting and trying to calm down. Eventually, Amy looked up at him and let out a dizzy, breathless laugh. He couldn’t help but follow suit.

“You have defied me for the last time!” Doom roared, making them jump. His eye was squinting and cringing next to him, trying to shake off the hit. “I gave you life! I gave you strength! You would be nothing but a powerless whelp without me. What gives you the nerve to turn against me?”

“My strength lies elsewhere, Black Doom.” Shadow breathed deeply for a few moments. He braced himself, squared his shoulders, and declared, “And I will never, ever let you hurt the woman I love!”

“What?!”

Immediately, Shadow felt the channels of his body unlock. Chaos energy flooded through his veins, nerves, and muscles. He felt life and vitality race through him, and a tingling sensation tickled his back, erasing the pain from the burn. His entire body fizzled with warmth. Shadow breathed out slowly, then opened his eyes. He didn’t look down at Amy’s expression, afraid he’d lose his resolve.

Excess Chaos energy sparked over his body, making his fur stand on end. He felt it run over and through him, begging to be let out. He stared Black Doom down and gave him one last heated glare. “It’s time to finish what I started ten years ago. Chaos...BLAST!”

Energy ripped its way out of Shadow, flying out of him faster than the eye could see. Windows shattered, walls splintered, and support beams snapped like matchsticks from the blast. The heavy door was blown off its hinges. Black Doom barely had the chance to yell before he was burnt to a crisp, eye and all. Shadow carefully watched the explosion incinerate his foe, ensuring there truly wasn’t anything left this time.

“Uh, Shadow?!”

Amy’s frantic tone reminded him of their location. He turned on his heel and sprinted out the door as the roof creaked and caved in. Rafters and ceiling boards fell behind him, flanking his escape as his speed finally returned to him. He skated furiously along the ramparts leading away from the collapsing castle and shouted, “CHAOS...CONTROL!”

Shadow skidded to a stop just outside Amy’s house, letting out a relieved exhale when he found he’d gotten it right at last. He only snapped out of it when he heard Amy’s own breathless laugh. He flinched when he realized their position.

“Ah—sorry! Sorry, I...” He trailed off and gently placed her back on her feet.

She giggled. “I don’t mind.”

The last few minutes came rushing back in for Shadow. He twitched in embarrassment. “Uh, about that...that thing I said...I didn’t mean—I mean, I did. I just—!”

“Shadow, it’s okay!” Amy insisted, holding up her hands and smiling awkwardly.

“No, I know it’s not!” he jumped in. Now that Amy wasn’t in his arms, he found he had nothing to do with his hands, so he held them behind his back. “I know you don’t—well, everyone knows you like Sonic.”

“Shadow.”

“No! I—I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I can—”

Before he knew it, Amy had taken his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. Floored, Shadow froze. After a few seconds, he slowly recovered and returned the kiss. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, so he gingerly placed his hands on her hips and matched her warm, reassuring motions as best he could.

She pulled away all too soon and pressed her forehead against his. She giggled shyly.

He gaped like a fish. “Uhhh...so...”

She rested her arms on his shoulders and grinned. “I like you, too.”

His eyes were wide. “You do...?”

She snickered and nodded, biting her lip in amusement. “Of course! How could I not?”

He pulled his head back. “And...you knew I liked you, too?” he asked, glancing away in embarrassment.

She held a hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. “People always tell me you’re hard to read, but you’re kind of obvious about this.”

He cringed in defeat. “Yeah. I’m kind of new to this. Dating, I mean.”

“Honestly? So am I,” Amy admitted with a shrug. “That’s why I asked Sonic for advice.”

Shadow side-eyed her, amused. “Sonic, giving you love advice?”

Amy toyed with her fingers and smirked. “It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? But I got over him a few months ago, and we’ve been getting along much better since then.”

“Ohhhhh...that explains a lot.” Shadow sighed. When he noticed Amy was looking at him oddly, he scratched the back of his neck and moved on. “So what was the advice?”

“Well, you know how you and I have been going on dates lately?”

Shadow’s eyes bugged out. “You mean you thought of them as dates, too?!”

Amy just looked confused for a moment. She burst out in laughter. “Shadow. You took me to a botanical garden. There’s literally nothing else more romantic than that!”

He crossed his arms, feeling defensive, but he found he couldn’t argue. “What was that advice again?” he asked, trying to push the conversation along.

Amy wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. “We kept going on obvious dates, but you wouldn’t kiss me. It seemed like you liked me, and I definitely like you, so I kept dropping hints, but you still wouldn’t do it.”

Shadow’s face was blank. “I don’t do hints.”

“Yeah...Sonic said that, too.” Amy smiled sheepishly. “He told me to stop being so traditional and just grab you and kiss you. I thought that was a terrible idea.”

Shadow brightened up. “I think it’s a great idea. You should do it again.”

Amy laughed and pulled him into a hug. She buried her face in his chest fur and just cuddled there for a while. He held her close, feeling more relaxed than he had in months.

Amy’s face brushed against his fur as she looked up at him. “So are you ever going to tell me what was up with your Chaos energy? Why did it come back so suddenly?” She half-smiled coyly. “Does it have anything to do with me?”

Shadow averted his gaze and coughed. “You kind of...drive me crazy, you know that?” Her smile grew. He pressed his lips together. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you the whole story—” He held up a finger. “But—you’re not allowed to tell Sonic he’s faster than I am.”

Amy matched his grumpy frown with a bright smile. “Deal.”

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gallawitchxx · 10 months

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tag game thursday 😇

oh hey lil buds, i was tagged by the tag game queen herself @celestialmickey + @gardenerian @tanktopgallavich @milkmaidovich @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @juliakayyy @rereadanon & @milkovetti to play! i love you all!

name: bee_bee_eight 🐝🤖

age: 30 + 1

favorite color: today? turquoise! 🌊

beverage of choice: hot hot hot hot coffee ☕��

do you have push notifications turned on for tumblr? absolutely not hehehehe & yet here i am, refreshing my dash every 30 seconds 😌

opinion on fireworks? ehhhh, i like them in the right situation -- like a disneyland display! -- but ever since i got my pup, they've just been a scary nuisance 💥

favorite childhood toy? sky dancers. do y'all remember sky dancers? 🧚‍♂️

the store you shop at the most: nowadays, it's likely the fine french department store, target 🎯

do you swear a lot? you bet yer fucking ass i doooo 😈

favorite trope: there's only one bed! 🛏 fake dating! 🎭 snowed in! ❄️ locked in's great too! 🔒 when everyone knows they're together except for them! 🙃

an album with no skips: 1989 by taylor swift lmaooo 🤘🏼

if you could play any instrument, what would you choose? gotta play that smoooth jaazzzz saxophone 🎷

your biggest pet peeve: THIGH CHAFING MY BELOATHED 😡

favorite time of day: lately, it's been between the hours of 6:30-10:30am. i've been reclaiming those hours for floooow & it's been so nice ☀️

and finally, did you drink water today? yes! i am currently juggling a seltzer & a fiji water 💧

i'm not gonna tag anyone because i'm so sleepy & late to the party. but please do this & tag me, especially if you're new around these parts! 🥳

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kittyburger · 2 years

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Chapter Two of my Dreamshare AU fic

I meant to wait a day and not, like, two weeks to share this on tumblr but here's the next chapter!

PLUS bonus excerpt from chapter three because I've kept y'all waiting long enough. CW: overstimulation/panic attack Link to chapter one [X]

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Emmet whistles happily as he exits the busy downtown station nearest the café. Today has been a verrrrry good day. More battlers than usual made it all the way to his train, and he and his pokemon teams threw themselves into their work with newfound gusto.

Not even the verrrry annoying hag that arrived just before his lunch break could dampen his mood.

When the pedestrian light ahead of him signals for him to stop, he takes the opportunity to check the map on his Xtransceiver to confirm which road he should turn on, noting the street’s name in his head. He looks up to verify his route but–

Oh no.

Nope nope nope nope noooope!

A duo of news reporters are across the street he needs to cross, buzzing with excitement over their fortune in snaring the local Subway Master outside of work. One is frantically pulling out her notebook from her side purse, a Plusle cheering her on from her shoulder. The other has a camera mounted on his shoulder, and Emmet watches as his hand lowers away from a switch.

The too-familiar red light is blinking.

Oh no.

He will not deal with this today.

They didn’t even ask before turning the camera on!

All the adrenaline of a pokemon battle kicks in and Emmet needs only half a moment to decide on his strategy. Aim for victory. All aboard!

He sends the reporters his best fight-me-if-you-dare smile, knowing they’ll recognize the challenge.

Then he runs.

Just as he sticks his heel out to pivot to the right, the pedestrian light switches to WALK and the race is on. He expertly weaves through the crowds of people, many giving way when they notice the tall man with a manic smile dashing down the walkway. A "Watch it!” and a "‘Scuse you!” are shouted over the crowd, but he’s gone before the words have even fully registered.

He takes a glance at his wrist. Left, left, then straight for three blocks. Got it.

The light ahead of him turns red just in time, causing the pedestrian light on the left to turn to WALK. Before pivoting to cross the road, he hastily looks around, checking for pokemon and vehicles alike.

Safety checks are still essential, after all, nasty reporters or not.

Another left and a few painful blocks more, he spots Elesa sitting in a quiet corner of the café’s outdoor pavilion. “ELESAAAAAA!” he calls, trying to both warn her and ask for help.

Her head snaps up from her phone. Their eyes meet as he arrives at the first table, heaving for breath.

“Reporters. Here. Followed me. Yup!”

She’s up in an instant, hand on a pokeball and working her way through the tables and chairs. He can tell the moment she spots the reporters because her expression goes from worried to recognition and then to furious in the blink of an eye.

She mutters something under her breath that he doesn’t quite catch every word of, but he gets the sense that she’s met these reporters already.

As they get closer, she takes an extra step to stand subtly between him and the reporters. It’s not unwarranted, but he feels slightly miffed that she wants to take them on alone.

“Sorry, we’re not taking any interviews today!”

Ha. As if that’s going to stop them when these people just chased him for seven blocks.

Almost as if to prove him right, the reporter only grins wider and rushes closer in response, barely even winded. Her cameraman is not far behind, except Emmet can hear him huffing for breath behind the camera. Serves him right.

“Ah,” she says with a disarming smile, “but doesn’t your friend Emmet here always say he never backs down from a challenge?”

He takes a step forward, his shoulder to Elesa’s.

“I am Emmet. I do not run from a challenge! But you are not a challenge. You are a nuisance. A headache. A pain in the–”

"Emmet!" Elesa sharply intervenes, then gives a pointed glance at the camera. Right. That red light is still blinking. He snaps his mouth shut but replaces it with his best stink eye.

Elesa swoops back in with practiced ease. “We’re not taking any interviews today. Isn’t there a tree you need to go apologize to?”

“For using the oxygen it’s made? I’ve heard you use that one before. It’s a good thing we’re not here for you!” Her plastic smile is temporarily marred with a wrinkled nose and a haughty glance at Elesa while conveniently turning her face away from the camera.

It’s gone again in a blink.

Elesa takes it in stride, replying, “The correct word is ‘wasting the oxygen,’ and it’s your cue to leave us alone. Can’t you people see that our situation isn’t entertaining?”

The woman’s smile turns predatory as she counters, “Don’t you know anything? It doesn’t have to be ‘entertaining,’ dear. It just needs to be eye-catching . When we’re the ones to catch Emmet admitting his responsibility towards his brother’s death, it’ll be our claim to fame.”

His-

My what?!

“How DARE you–”

He barely registers Elesa’s outrage and the reporter’s words.

The world around him fades to the sound of his ears ringing.

His head reels.

His blood rushes to his feet.

His heart pounds in his ears.

“Isn’t it obvious?! Your friend here has been leaving the clues we need all along. You should have seen how happy he looked earlier today. We got pictures! But why? Why was he so happy?”

His legs are jelly beneath him.

He-

Bolstered by their shocked silence, she continues, “Well, the results are in! Nimbasa’s number one popularity poll marked him as number one this year. The last time the results were this clear was when dear brother Ingo scored first place the day before his disappearance!”

She turns and points her mic into Emmet’s face in a mock conductor’s signal.

Bile rises in his throat.

“What do you say to that, mister ‘I love winning more than anything else?!’ Was it worth the price of taking Ingo’s–”

Hearing Ingo’s name flicks a switch within him. He closes the distance between them with a step, roaring, “DON’T YOU DARE SAY HIS NAME EVER AGAIN!!”

Elesa’s hand grabs his arm. No. No. Too much.

Too much.

He’s suddenly aware of everything around him again.

Too much!

All at once the sounds of the city storms his ears and the sun is to bright and the city is too shiny and his chest is too tight and his feet are too heavy and people are looking right at him and his ears are ringing and–

And he runs.

His heart pounds as loud as his feet as he runs, barely registering Elesa’s “Hey!” and the reporter’s “Looks like someone’s feeling guilty~!”

No. No. No no no no no. He needs to get away. Verrry loud. Too Loud. Too much. He needs to get somewhere safe. Where is quiet?

He sees a familiar sign right up ahead. A subway station entrance.

Huh, when did he run that far?

Doesn’t matter. He knows the station means he can find a safe place. Somewhere quiet.

Down the stairs, left, left again. Staff utility room. Fumble with his keys, which one, which one, this one! Open the door. Close the door behind him.

The machines are loud, loud, too loud. But at least they’re not people. They’re not nasty nasty reporters with brand-new terrible, terrible assumptions.

He sits on the floor. He covers his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut.

Breathe, he tells himself through the haze of too many emotions. You know what to do.

And he does. He works himself through a breathing exercise before switching tracks to an anchoring one.

He doesn’t know how long he was in there, counting breaths and listing his surroundings, but eventually the buzzing of the machines go from grinding to grounding and his heart settles to feeling a little more normal.

He very belatedly registers the feeling of something moving in his pocket. He sticks his hand in and gently fishes out a fuzzy little Joltik.

“Cheese! How long have you been in there?” He waggles his finger at him in mock anger. “What did I say about sneaking into my pockets? You could have gotten hurt!”

At that, the little bug lets out a series of disgruntled 'Tiiiiks and squeaks. It would feel more like he was reprimanding the trainer if he wasn’t also looking at him with those too-cute eyes.

“I know, I know. That wasn’t fun for me either, you know!” He brings a finger up to pet the bug pokemon gently despite the slight tremor in his hands. “Next time, follow the rules and remember your safety checks!”

A soft knock interrupts them from the door.

“Emmet? You in there?”

Ah. Elesa.

…

…oh no. Elesa. He left her with the reporters.

Even after quickly stashing Cheese back into his coat and trying to clear the tightness from his throat, it still takes him a few tries to voice his answer, "Present! I am Emmet."

"Oh, thank goodness! Can I come in?"

Well, she doesn't seem too mad, but she's fooled him before. He weighs his options before deciding that the safest route would be to let her in now instead of making her wait again.

"Yep, yep! Come in!"

The handle jangles, but the door doesn't move.

"Uh… it's locked."

Right. He had only used the keys to open the door, not fully unlock it. Oops.

"Coming! Coming. Yep."

He slowly stretches his legs out from where they were curled up to his chest, gritting his teeth at the soreness from holding them tight for so long. And probably the running.

…definitely the running, he decides as he gets to his feet, his body protesting as his knee pops sharply.

He cautiously opens the door, always unlocked from the inside because safety first!! He's not sure what he was expecting, but for some reason the distressed look on her face and the concerned way she babbles in the doorway as she scans him up and down was not it.

"Are you okay? Actually, no. Dumb question. Are you feeling any better? Than earlier. With the, uh, out by the- out there?"

He blinks. She's not mad? He had left her alone with those verrrry nasty reporters. She should be mad. Is she just hiding it really well? Oh, she's talking again.

"...and I tried to get my pokemon to zap the camera to destroy the footage, but that devil of a Plusle has lightning rod! That's just so rude! I am so sorry, Emmet. There was nothing else I could do."

That reporter’s Plusle has lightning rod? Clever. Verrrrry clever.

Squaring his shoulders, he ignores how it makes the door bounce against his shoulder and challenges, "Then let's prepare a new strategy! The reporters are getting stronger! So must we." He shoots her his best post-battle smile. "I don't like to lose. Keeping a Plusle with lightning rod is an interesting tactic, yup. But we're both stronger trainers. If we put our heads together, next time we will win!"

Instead of matching his excitement over the challenge, she takes a deep breath and then asks, almost pleadingly, "You're not mad? They got away with the footage; they're gonna have an absolute field day Weedle -ing every last bit of scandal they can get from it!”

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to find the right words to answer her. He doesn’t want to think about what made the footage so incriminating; that would mean talking about the accusation. Is he mad? Yes, but at the reporters. Not her.

If only this could all be solved with just a pokemon battle.

She must take his silence as his usual difficulty with words, because she starts the guessing game instead.

“Are you mad at the reporters?”

A wave of relief goes over him. They’re good at this game, even if it’s through sheer amount of practice.

He gives a vigorous nod. The nasty, nasty reporters had preyed on him like a Mothim to a flame the minute he had left the Gear Station and its regulations against unscheduled interviews.

“Because of what they said or because they practically jumped you after you left the station?”

He makes a face at that.

“Both?”

A nod yes.

“Understandable…” She trails off, and he can almost see the gears turning in her head as she thinks of her next question. “Did I do anything to upset you? Is that why you wanted to talk this morning?”

A vehement shake of his head. No, no, no. He tries to word again, this time successfully. “No! You saved me.” He gives himself another moment to gather his words. What would Ingo say?

The thought doesn’t hurt as much as it would have yesterday.

Instead, he can almost picture his brother beside him, and the words come easier. “Thank you, Elesa. Thank you for rescuing me and for answering my call this morning!”

His grin turns a little sheepish as he continues, “I will try to check the schedule first next time.”

When her shoulders relax a little and a relieved smile replaces her worried frown, Emmet resists the urge to pump his fist in success. Yes! Mission make-Elesa-less-worried successful.

The elation doesn’t last long, though, because the next question she asks is, “Speaking of…, do you still want to talk about the call this morning? Or, if nothing else, can you promise to try to get a better rest tonight?”

Emmet’s face pulls into a knowing, much more genuine smile. He’s going to see Ingo again tonight!

“That won’t be a problem.”

Elesa gives him a wan smile. “Tired?”

“No. Well, yes, I’m verrrrrry tired, but that’s not it.”

He takes a look around outside the doorway, suddenly feeling more exposed than before despite being back in the station. What if the reporters try to take more pictures? Or record his words and manipulate them into sounding like something else entirely?

A quick solution comes to mind. He steps back and opens the door farther, gesturing into the room with a slight bow. “This is no fancy café, but it will do. All aboard?”

She takes his invitation in stride and walks in. This time, he takes more time to observe his surroundings. The room is nice and clean aside from a bit of dust, so he mentally files a reminder to praise the maintenance and cleaning crews before he considers Elesa. He knows she’d gladly jump in the mud and get her hands dirty if the need arose, but there are no chairs in here and she does try verrrrry hard to keep her outfits pristine.

So instead, he shrugs his overcoat off and spreads it on the floor like a picnic blanket with a dramatic flair, ignoring his body’s complaints at the movement. Elesa obviously approves because she doesn’t hesitate to plop down and shrug off her purse.

Once he’s joined her on the coat, she asks, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

He’s had all day to figure out what he’s going to say, but he fixes his gaze on the wall to her left to try and focus. It still comes out all wrong, gibberish.

“I am Emmet. There was a change in schedule. I had a dream! What I do. What I dream. It’s always the same! It has been since Ingo disappeared. I mean, before he did, too. I liked our old dreams. But then it changed! And last night was not the same. It switched tracks! The track is open again. Just a little. But it was there, yup! The schedule changed! It was verrrrrry exciting. The wall is not the last stop! Things are getting better!”

At that, he looks back at Elesa, but she just looks lost. Oops. You goofed it, Emmet. Good job.

"Emmet, can you try that again? I didn't understand that. You… want to tell me about your dream?"

He fiddles with his hands, trying to find the right words. With a sigh, he admits, "I miss Ingo. He knows how to say what I mean.”

Elesa slumps a little at that. “I know. I miss him too. I think we’re doing pretty okay, though, right? Your Exeggcute-tion may be off at times, but I’ve gotten better at understanding!”

He sends her a playful glare at the pun, but she only continues with an encouraging smile. “Why don’t you try again? Maybe start with the point this time, and then you can explain after.”

He takes a breath, then another. Start with the point. The point… the point is that they share their dreams. He almost locks up at the thought of saying that again, remembering the harsh treatment they got for it years ago. But no. He trusts Elesa. She needs to know. Besides, she took it well a few moments ago despite not really understanding him. What was the most exciting part that he wanted to share with her this morning? Right! Ingo’s alive!

The happy reminder gives him the courage to try again.

“I am Emmet. Ingo is still alive. Yep! I am verrrrry tired of people telling me he's dead. My brother is alive.”

Now to explain how he knows. Elesa is giving him an encouraging smile, but it’s bordering on pitying. She’s heard him say this part before. Gotta tell her the rest. I need to tell her how I know.

Clenching his fists, he continues. “What I do. What I say. What I dream . What we dream. Always the same! Ingo as well.” He looks her in the eyes, hoping the gesture will communicate his sincerity. “Our dreams are shared, Elesa. Our whole lives, we dream the same, yup. Even now! That is how I know he is still alive. He’s still out there. Yup. I know it!”

Elesa looks… surprised? Confused? He’s not sure. He belatedly registers his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the confession, but he’s not sure where to go from here. What to say.

Thankfully, Elesa picks up on this. Her words are hesitant yet sincere as she replies, “That’s more than a little Farfetch’d, but-” she rests her hand on top of his, maintaining eye contact. “I believe you. You wouldn’t lie about something like this, Emmet. I trust you.”

I trust you. Relief floods through him. He flaps his spare hand, needing to express the excess energy. She believes him! He said the right thing! Yep!

“Besides,” she continues, “you two have done strange twin-connection things before. Remember when Ingo got lost in the woods? You made a beeline to him as soon as you convinced the search team you knew where he was.”

Emboldened by her response, he eagerly picks up the story. “Yep! It has helped us out of some verrrrrry sticky situations. That was one of them! The officer lady was confused why I wanted to sleep while they assembled their team. But it worked!”

Elesa’s eyes widen at the realization. “That’s how you knew where he was?!”

“Yup! Ingo was verrrry smart, even as a kid. Yup. I looked up to him. I still do! He found a strange tree. It was easy to recognize and stood out from above the rest. He climbed it and fell asleep in its branches. Then he showed me the tree in our dream. When I woke up, all I had to do was find that tree! It was verrrrrry easy to see from the officer’s Staraptor.”

“Oooooh.”

“Yep!”

“Oh! That time the power went out and you were stranded in the middle of a subway line. Ingo took a power nap! I thought he was just overwhelmed with the Torkoal chaos and went to find somewhere quiet after the crowds were settled, but I found him asleep at his desk. Was that why?”

Emmet winces. “Yep. I was too busy leading my passengers to safety to join him that day, but he told me he wanted to be there in case I needed to contact him. It’s our super-secret safety protocol!”

He looks up again. “Remember when Team Plasma raided the battle subway and took over Ingo’s train?”

“Yeah!” she replies. “They knocked him out cold. He had a headache for days! ” She freezes for a moment as the realization hits her. “Wait. They knocked him out! The depot agents said you went into your office and locked the door to make a plan after they hijacked that train. Ramses was so mad you didn’t include him in the planning. Were you-”

“Yup!” He interrupts. “I talked to Ingo. Team Plasma boasted about their plans before knocking him out. So we made a plan together! The inside knowledge was verrrrrry helpful.”

“That makes so much sense! What about that time Ingo got sick, and I invited you over to get out of the house? You passed out on the couch after dinner.”

His grin turns sheepish once again. “Ah. I- um… Nope. Not that time. I was tired. It had been a verrrry long day. We both got the same flu just a few days after! I was probably just sick already.” He scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “...Sorry.”

Elesa lets out a laugh and elbows him teasingly. “I’ve known you for years and you two are still full of surprises!”

Emmet looks down at that. Right, the Donphan in the room.

“Sorry for never telling you, Elesa. Ingo and I swore to each other that we would never tell anyone about it years before we met you. Then there was never a good time. We were scared. We didn’t want to mess this–” he gestures between them– “up.”

“Oh.” She shifts a little at that. “What made you change your mind?”

“I… I am Emmet. I needed you to understand. I don’t have a better way of telling you what I know. Ingo might have, but he’s not here. You’re taking this sudden detour verrrrrry well. Yup! He’ll probably forgive me. I hope. But. But. I don’t know how else to help. I am lost. Ingo isn’t here. But you are a great friend! You deserve to know. And I don’t know what else to do besides continuing on as normal. But that’s not working.”

He turns to rest his back against the wall and finds a spot on the ceiling to stare at. “What I say. What I do. Always the same. But then verrrrrry nasty, nasty people come and say mean things, and do things that hurt anyways.”

He grabs his forearm with one hand in an attempt to ground himself but uses the other to gesture to the empty space at his side where Ingo should be. “I just wish Ingo was here. I know he’s alive. But he’s not here. Ingo would know what to say to those nasty people. They try to make everything worse but he knows how to improve any situation. He would know what to do.”

The confession hurts a little, but it feels good to let it out.

“You've been doing great so far! But now I know you can talk to him whenever! What advice has he given you already? I assume there’s a reason your dreams haven’t been able to bring him back, but what has he said to help you? How is he? Is he okay?”

“I-.”

“Does he know where he is? Is he lost? Is that why you keep searching? Does he have any messages for me?

“Elesa.”

“How has he survived the past few years? What’s keeping him from getting home? Is he hurt?”

“Elesa!”

She jumps a little at that.

“Too much?”

He nods.

“Sorry. I just- I’m so happy to hear that you’ve been able to talk to him this whole time! I wanted to believe you before, but now… Emmet? What’s wrong?”

Right. The wall. He didn’t tell her about the wall. He needs to tell her about the wall.

He pulls his knees up to his chest and takes a deep breath. “The day Ingo went missing, a wall appeared. I couldn’t see him. I could barely hear him. Our dreams were divided in two. We were separated there nearly as much as we are separated here.”

He continues to explain the past few years to her in a voice he knows is too stilted, too tight. He tells her about how impenetrable the wall was. Everything he’s tried. He recalls the too-distant SOS whistles and the ways he saw the world change that told him Ingo was still there.

He tells her why he dreads sleeping, night after night. How there is no escape from the reminders that Ingo is not here.

Elesa listens in silence, evidently struggling to take in all the information.

“But! Last night was different.” He feels his face soften as his smile changes to something happier. “The wall changed. It was like those frosted windows people use between offices, but verrrrrry thick. And he was there! I saw him.”

He lifts his arm up in memory of where it was the night before, Ingo’s hand rising up to match his own. “Last night, he was there. I haven’t seen him in years, but he was right there!”

“Oh, Ingo.” Elesa voicing his brother’s name startles him out of his memory, and he looks over to see her hands over her mouth and tears in her eyes. *** it all, he made Elesa cry again.

“He saw you too, didn’t he? Please tell me he did.”

He nods.

“He must miss you so much! You’ve been struggling with that all alone, haven’t you?”

Another nod.

Before he can even hope to think of a way to comfort her or fix the situation, she throws her face into his chest and her arms wrap around him. He tenses for a moment, then forces himself to relax into the hug as he brings his hand up to rub her back.

They stay like that for a few moments before her head shoots up. "OH! Is that why you called me this morning? Because you saw him?”

His smile grows. “Yup!”

She narrows her eyes and pokes right below his collar bone, hard. Ouch. “You jerk! I thought something terrible had happened! You had me worried about you all day!”

This morning’s phone call must have been more of a disaster than he thought. Why must communication tactics be so much harder than battle tactics?

“I am sorry. I wanted you to be the first to hear the happy news. But I went full speed ahead and forgot my safety checks! It was verrrrrry irresponsible. I am verrrrry sorry.”

She holds her narrow, red-brimmed gaze at him for a few more moments before burying her face into his chest again. He can almost swear he hears a muffled “I can’t stay mad at you” from her, but he has the wisdom to not ask for confirmation.

Instead, there’s one last Donphan in the room that he needs to address.

“Elesa,” she tenses a little and lifts her head to look at him. “I need you to promise not to tell anyone about this. This secret is not only mine to tell. I cannot– it will–” he lets out a huff as he gives himself another moment to finish the thought, “If other people know, it will only hurt us.”

She sits back with an accepting smile. “I understand, and I promise.”

With that, she gives his arms a quick squeeze before wiping her eyes one last time. She stands up, brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt, then plants her feet and offers him a hand. As he takes it, she continues. “Thank you for trusting me, Emmet. Despite everything, I’m sure Ingo would be proud to know that you talked all this through with someone.”

Even after the incredibly draining the events of the past few hours, he can’t deny how relieved he feels. He’s sure he’ll be busy guilt-tripping himself later over breaking his promise, but maybe she’s right. A huge weight is off of his shoulders. Maybe he made the right choice. Maybe. Hopefully.

Elesa pauses as she puts her hand on the doorknob. “...and hey,” she’s speaking in a softer tone, now. “If you figure out a way to talk to him, tell him I say ‘hi,’ alright?”

This time, he very gladly agrees.

~~~~~

BONUS EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 3:

~~~~~

Can’t you sign back?

DON’T KNOW. MEMORY GONE.

What do you mean "gone?!"

WHEN I WOKE UP 3 YEARS AGO, I ONLY KNEW MY NAME

Ingo's heart sinks as he sees the man's eyes go wide with despair, his whole body tense up as if he had to carry Lord Electrode on his shoulders.

The person stiffly signs back, Do you remember anything more now?

He's torn for a moment over what he should say. Not much would be the simplest and most honest answer, but he knows deep down that such an answer would leave his doppelganger in shambles.

He recalls a precise phrase that came to him before. One that will hopefully show that there is hope, that he does remember this man at least a little.

I KNOW YOU LIKE WINNING MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

He watches the man's jaw clench into a pained grimace as he finishes spelling out the second half of the phrase. Ingo puts his hand down, a signal that he's done writing, causing the man to shift his gaze back at him with a heartbroken expression, the first tear of undoubtedly many running down his cheek.

I am down-train. E-M-M-E-T. The hands pause for a moment, enough for Ingo to notice the slight tremble in them before they swing back into motion. I've changed my mind. I took you for granted. I want my brother back more than anything else. Remove the wall.

Emmet. His brother, Emmet. The name feels right in his mouth as he mouths it, just as natural as his otherwise out-of-place phrases about tracks and engines.

He was right. The man that shares his face is his brother.

The realization hits him like an avalanche. Almighty Sinnoh, I have a brother. I have a family.

#dreamshare au #submas dreamshare au #pokemon fic #submas fic #submas fanfic #submas #submas ingo #submas emmet #ingo #emmet #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #nimbasa trio #Am I allowed to tag it Nimbasa trio if Elesa and Ingo don't interact?#fanfic #writers of tumblr

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tickle-bugs · 3 years

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Patience (and Silence) is a Virtue

Summary: In his commitment to restlessness, Anakin discovers something about Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan can't let him get away with that, of course.

Anon: Hi I don't know if you're taking prompts at the moment but would you consider writing a fic where Obi wan is tickling anakin, maybe where it's during the clone wars and anakin is being restless and teasing Obi wan so he decides to put him in his place?? Or something obviously if you're not taking prompts don't worry! But if you're that would be really cute

Do not tag this as ship. Don't do it.

Anakin had a critical inability to stay still, Obi-Wan noticed. He had become calmer and more focused under his wing, sure, but he was restless to his very core. Other Jedi masters would certainly have found his fidgeting to be a nuisance, something to be expunged--Obi-Wan saw it as human. For the things they’d seen and had to do, a little humanity was very welcome.

Except now, of course.

Anakin paced past Obi-Wan for nearly the twentieth time this hour--he’d been doing laps around the room at a speed that’d put any trooper to shame. Obi-Wan’s attempts at meditation had given him some measure of calm, but inner peace was hard to find with your protégé stomping past you every moment.

“We are wasting time.”

“There’s nothing to be done but wait,” Obi-Wan murmured, unwilling to release his patterned breathing.

“I can’t just sit around.” Anakin switched directions, pacing the other way.

“You are far too eager, Anakin.” Obi-Wan shifted slightly, but did not rise.

“And you are far too boring!” He snapped, but it held no real venom. Obi-Wan sighed deeply, dropping his head, and the relaxation promptly left his bones. He stood, brushing himself off, and Anakin watched him tensely.

“Perhaps a bit of sparring would do you some good.” Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber and beckoned him closer, already assuming a combat position. Anakin drew his, twirling it idly, and they circled each other.

For all of Anakin’s restlessness, he paid rapt attention in the field. Obi-Wan could see the gears turning in his head as they circled one another, waiting for Anakin to inevitably make the first move.

They exchanged a flurry of blows, sending blue sparks flying into the air around them. One of the strikes set Obi-Wan unexpectedly off-balance and Anakin used the opportunity to press his advantage, crowding in closer to force a surrender. Obi-Wan smirked--he could never resist playing dirty when an opportunity arose--and squeezed Anakin’s side. He yelped, lightsaber flying into the air, and Obi-Wan caught it, sheathed it, and clipped it to his belt. He tried not to look too amused at Anakin’s pinkened face.

“Do you yield?”

“Never.” Anakin smirked, rushing forward. He swung at Obi-Wan and he simply leaned to avoid it, hands tucked primly behind his back. A mistimed strike gave him an opening--he sidestepped and shoved Anakin forward and away.

“Your impatience will cost you if you aren’t careful. Again.” Obi-Wan readied himself as Anakin charged. Of course, he could never make things easy, but if he moved a tad slower to let Anakin get a few hits in? Ah, who’s to say.

Anakin locked Obi-Wan’s arm behind his back and started twisting out another forced surrender. It would’ve worked too, if Anakin’s stance didn’t leave his free hand wide open. Another lesson for another day, perhaps.

Obi-Wan reached back and grabbed at Anakin’s side, but he didn’t let up this time. He felt Anakin’s forehead smack into his back and heard the faint laughter floating up, but it took quite a few stubborn seconds for Anakin to actually let go.

“Excellent work.” Obi-Wan held out the captive lightsaber. Anakin took it gratefully.

“You absolutely cheated.” The silly smile on his face was contagious.

“I prefer calling it ‘alternative strategy’. Either way, you did well.” Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Of course. Now, for my sanity, I implore you to clear your mind. I’m not sure how much more pacing I can take.” Obi-Wan took a seat on the ground, and when his padawan didn’t move, he patted the space next to him until Anakin followed suit.

He could sense Anakin’s mind slowing beside him, falling deeper into the tides of the Force, and the comfort of it enveloped him. Obi-Wan allowed himself to drift inwards. His spirit floated away from his physical form and deeper into his psyche, deeper into peace. Tension left him in droves. He inhaled.

The air punched out of him, though, when Anakin started poking his upper ribs. He tried not to startle so visibly, but it was a little late for that.

“Are you trying to accomplish anything in particular?” He cleared his throat. Anakin could smell weakness, he was certain of it.

“Juuust testing a theory.” Anakin’s prodding fingers marched down his ribs and his fingers twitched minutely.

“You will not find what you’re seeking.” Obi-Wan’s voice strained against his better intentions. It took all of his strength not to move and a little more to appear calm.

“Are you sure?” Anakin reached Obi-Wan’s sides and didn’t let up. He exhaled a little too hard. He couldn’t allow himself even a smile—Anakin would never let him live it down.

“Of course, I’m—“

A lone giggle shattered their dialogue.

“Woah.” Anakin beamed, slow and steady. The dangerous sparkle in his eye was about one of the only things that could make Obi-Wan nervous.

“Anakin, I’m warning you—“ He didn’t get to finish. Anakin’s hands darted through the various folds and layers of his robes, seeking easier purchase, and found a delightful (read: terrible) spot around his waistline that pulled snickers from him like fresh taffy. He folded forward, falling into fuller laughter at curious scribbles upon his stomach, and Anakin gasped in wonder.

This was so alien to him, a relic of a life long gone. He found himself trying and failing to break up a cage match between his human instincts and his Jedi ones. Had what little shred of pride he had not been at stake, he would’ve fallen over under Anakin’s absurdly nimble hands.

“This is the best day of my life.” Anakin laughed, letting his fingers slip beneath Obi-Wan’s arms, and the subsequent bark of laughter surprised them both.

It’s about to be your last. Though he couldn’t possibly stay mad at the way Anakin was lit up. Perhaps it would be alright to let him win. Just once in a while.

Not today, though.

“I wish you hadn’t done that.” He hit Anakin with a gentle pulse of the Force, enough to push him back. Anakin’s face settled into playful terror in real time and he fled, making a hopeless dash for the door. Obi-Wan watched him run--he’d gotten faster lately--before grabbing him by the belt with the Force and throwing him back across the room. He caught Anakin bodily in his arms.

“No, wait—“

“Consider this a lesson in patience, ambition, and sensitivity. Especially the latter.” Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist and lifted him clear off the ground, burying his fingers into as much torso as he could. He burst into squeaky laughter, rife with voice cracks, and threw his head back, narrowly avoiding cracking open Obi-Wan’s nose.

“Oh, looks like you may have a thing or two to teach me!” Obi-Wan grabbed handfuls of Anakin’s sides and he snorted around his next bout of laughter.

“Obi-Wan pleahahase!”

“You know I am not a stickler for rules, but do remember your manners. You could get in some nasty trouble.” He swept Anakin’s feet out from under him, still tickling, and lowered him to the ground, taking great care to avoid the flailing limbs.

“I’m gonna die!” Anakin fruitlessly scrabbled at Obi-Wan’s torso to get the upper hand. Obi-Wan hooked his arm around Anakin’s and pulled it up, exposing the perfect landing strip for pinching fingers.

“Nonsense. You’re so close to being free! Wiggle out from my grip there—oh, you’ve made it worse. Hm.” Obi-Wan clawed at Anakin’s stomach with two hands and an iron grip. Anakin tried to pry the evil hands away, but his strength and coordination had evacuated long ago.

He swung his legs back and forth, kicking wildly, and Obi-Wan was proud of the little momentum he had. It was a clever idea--using momentum to break free of the hold. A fruitless idea, but a clever one nonetheless. Obi-Wan crossed his arms over Anakin’s torso, burying his hands beneath his arms, and the resulting shriek had Obi-Wan chuckling.

“This is wonderfully endearing, Anakin, but not at all effective.” On the next swing, Obi-Wan caught Anakin’s knee and wormed his fingers behind it. Anakin threw his head back and cackled wildly, all bright smiles and nose-scrunched laughter, and Obi-Wan had no qualms with admitting how much the sight lifted his spirits.

“I see the problem. You’re laughing too hard to focus.”

“You thihink?” Anakin squinted at him.

“I do. Try laughing less and see where that gets you.” Obi-Wan rained a hail of pinches down upon his hips and the fight was lost. Anakin made a noise like a ship’s hyperdrive starting up and flailed hard—he caught Obi-Wan in the chest with a stray punch. An endless stream of high-pitched, hysterical giggles bubbled out of Anakin and he did his best to muffle them, but Obi-Wan’s fingers on his neck ensured that he couldn’t.

“You’re turning rather red. Is something the matter?” Gloating was unbecoming, sure, but the two of them had always done things a bit differently. Besides, this was beyond endearing. He’d earned a little teasing.

“I give!” Anakin yelped, scrunching as much as possible. Obi-Wan’s fingers slowed.

“Good. You seemed intent on passing out.” Obi-Wan poked his stomach and Anakin snickered.

“One day,” Anakin wheezed, “I am going to destroy you.”

“I would love to see you try.” Obi-Wan extended a hand towards Anakin, glowing with pride, and he took it.

Did Anakin’s promise send a minute shiver up his spine? Perhaps, but he was never one to turn down an entertaining fight.

#my fics #star wars #ticklish!obi wan #ticklish!anakin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #i dont like this one all that much but im gonna give it a sequel! i think it's gonna be cute :)

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sunsukuna · 3 years

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— (call me by my name, and i’ll call yours). pt. i

☞ gojo x fem!reader. rated m. tw in tags. ☞ wc: 2959.

Gojo Satoru is a thief.

As evident by the notably empty container resting atop the cool and dark granite counters of your kitchen.

You didn’t cook often. There’s never really time, with your profession, for that. Cooking is a commodity turned luxury. Along with other basics like sleeping, sleeping restfully, sleeping in your own bed, sex, and sleeping.

You’re rarely home; your kitchen, along with most of your small studio, is kept fairly bare. Nothing in the fridge aside from a couple of water bottles. Nothing on your counters aside from sparsely used glass jars where you keep sugars, flours, and other dry ingredients. Nothing inside your cabinets except a few plates, bowls, cups, and a handful of your favorite spices. And nothing in your drawers besides enough eating utensils for a maximum of two people.

When you do have the time to cook, you prefer to savor the experience. The most substantial chunk of your time is spent contemplating flavors, textures, and smells—along with considering options for accompanying wines and desserts and hunting for fresh ingredients. Last night’s meal had been a tender salmon filet, picked from the nearest seafood market, baked and drizzled with tangy lemon and sweet honey. You had peppered with a dash of your most loved dried red peppers and served it with a plentiful side of vegetables. The recipe you put together turned out to your liking, even more so when you realized you had enough left to enjoy it again for lunch today.

Yet, here you are. Standing alone in your apartment, eyes unmoving from the plastic container, sans your fucking food, that was supposed to be neatly tucked away in your fridge.

Eyes still on the container, you wordlessly reach into your back pocket to grab your cellphone.

“Hey, Siri,” you say, jaw clenched and shoulders taut with tension. “Call ‘That Gojo Fucker.’”

Gojo is suspiciously quick to answer to your call, the phone not even ringing before his voice is blaring through your speakers.

He greets you cheerfully, almost singing your name and then humming a quick, “How can I help you, darling?”

His voice, laced with mirth and mischief, is enough to make your skin crawl and your gut twist with anxiety.

At his best, you consider Gojo to be a likable nuisance. You’ve know the ocean eyed curse user for a little over a decade, his presence constant even during the more tumultuous stages of both of your lives. He had managed to surprise you early in your friendship with his loyalty and earnest demeanor. Seemingly flighty by nature, Gojo Satoru holds unwavering dedication to the select few he chooses to accept into his life. Though occasionally rash and more often than not self absorbed, Gojo is a friend you’re thankful burrowed his way into your life.

But at his worst—you imagine him on the other end of your phone with an irritatingly familiar grin on his face, a smile stretched wide with ill-placed excitement—Gojo is just a nuisance.

“I told you not to call me weird names,” you chastise. “You ate my food, Gojo. Again.”

There’s a beat of silence followed by muffled sounds you can’t fully distinguish. The sound of fabric (ah, maybe clothes?) rustling and unintelligible whispers coming from a surprisingly dainty voice you’re not sure you recognize. And then—did he just mute himself?

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” he finally responds after another moment.

“We’ve already discussed this,” you continue, choosing to ignore the fact that he’s very obviously in the middle something he doesn’t want you to hear. “You’re not even supposed to be in my apartment when I’m not here, and I—”

“Darling, how am I supposed to know when you’re home if you never answer my calls?”

“Enough with the pet names,” you scold quickly, your voice overlapping his. “And that’s literally not the point.”

“You never respond to my texts either,” Gojo continues as if you hadn’t spoken. “You respond to nerd-Nanami’s texts.” His tone matter-of-fact.

You can feel a migraine taking root, sprouting a dull ache between your brows. The urge to hang up is tempting as you consider ordering take out.

“Kento only texts me about work.”

A startled and undignified squeak tumbles from your mouth when a thunderous boom bounces through the speakers of your phone and straight to your eardrum. You hastily pull your phone away from your ear and decide it would be safer to put the call on speakerphone.

“What are you doing?” You nearly yell while your right hand tenderly massages your ear. “Are you on a mission?”

Your questions are followed by another wave of deafening silence. He’s muted his mic again, causing your forehead to scrunch in confusion. Gojo shouldn’t be on a mission today. A frown falls upon your lips. He’s supposed to be taking a day off.

“Gojo, you’ve gotta stop working during your time off. You’re going to go bald early,” you sigh, shoulders slumping as tension is released.

Another beat of silence trails behind your voice before you decide to hang up. Ordering delivery is starting to sound better and better as you start rustling though the drawer in your kitchen dedicated to local take away restaurants you adore. It won’t bring you the same satisfaction as a home cooked meal—your eyes shift to the empty food container once again as a sharp pain settles in your stomach—but it’s better than nothing.

“…”

Your brain is fast to process the unexpected sound behind you, just a few steps away, as being undeniably familiar. It’s the voice of a friend, you realize, who’s just called you by your given name. A name you covet so fiercely you’ve only shared it with a humble group of three. But your body reacts faster than your mind, a kitchen knife is in your hands and sent whistling out of your hands before your heart beats twice. You throw it with practiced ease and precision. Enough force to injure but not to kill.

A second knife is in your hand not a breath later as you turn to face your intruder, prepared to thoroughly mince whoever had the misplaced gall to break into your home. You have to force yourself not to scream when you find the first knife you threw frozen in the air in front of an ashen haired fiend fashioning a devilish grin staring at you.

“Gojo,” you seethe, your brain catching up. Your words tumble out in mess of curses and shaky breathes. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you to stop fucking teleporting into my home, you slimy bastard.”

The impulse to throw the second knife isn’t lost on you, but you decide to toss it to the counter, abandoning the urge, knowing it wouldn’t make contact with your target.

“I really, really don't like when you do that, Gojo! It’s goddamn bad enough when I’m not here; it’s a complete invasion of privacy,” your voice is shrill at this point, vexing to your own ears, but you keep going. “But I really fucking hate when you sneak up on me, Gojo! It’s so—”

“Gojo this, Gojo that,” he interrupts your tirade, lazily pulling the knife you’d thrown out of the air and placing it on the counter. “Never Satoru, but always Kento. You know, darling, you’re kind of a brat.”

For the second time today, a feeling of confusion washes over you.

“I—w-what?” You reply a bit dumbly, your anger quickly replaced by growing bewilderment.

“You’re a brat,” he repeats simply. His voice is low, hushed, and ladened with unnerving apathy that causes you to bristle. You’ve heard this tone before—calculated and deceptively passive—but you can’t recall a single time he’s directed it at you.

Gojo takes a few steps forward, long legs quickly closing the already small distance and caging you between him and the countertop. His proximity is making you unusually nervous. His closeness makes your skin itch and your mouth dry. A new fluttering of anxiety bubbles in your gut, climbing the walls of your rib cage and nestling itself beneath your chest where you can feel heart thumping faster than you’d like.

You’ve been close to Gojo before. Your initial aversion to being touched by others dissolved entirely after years of missions and training sessions that have placed you in unavoidable positions. Gojo, especially, isn’t a bother after becoming accustomed to his incessantly grabby hands and roaming fingers that often found themselves lingering on your waist, squeezing your shoulders, tracing the patterns on your wrists, or laced between the waves of your hair.

Gojo’s touch, above anyone else, is one which you are well acquainted. And yet, in this moment, you realize you’re terrified for him to touch you.

You feel like running when you catch his crystalline eyes peering down at you, his midnight tinted lenses discarded alongside the knife on the counter. The look in his eyes, maddening and hungry, is enough to drown you. You want to bolt when his hand finds its way to the hem of your too large t-shirt, a jarring reminder that you have nothing on underneath because you hadn’t been expecting guests. Gojo’s other hand snakes itself into your hair, a sensation normally welcomed and relaxing, but you let out a surprised gasp when his fingers tighten around your locks and give a sharp tug.

Your hands quickly find themselves pressed against his chest, desperate to push him away and reintroduce much needed distance. You will yourself to ignore the heat of his skin that burns your palms through his thin button up. You give Gojo a push that does nothing to move him but does earn you another pull, this time harder, on your hair. A whimper crawls its way from the back of your throat, and you watch as his pupils bloom—obsidian eclipsing sky colored eyes.

“Did that hurt?” He licks his lips, eyes dropping quickly from yours to your neck.

The audacity of his question pushes you to finally speak, despite your still rampant nerves.

“Of course it hurt, you fucking creep,” you hiss, pushing at his chest again. “Gojo, let me go right now or I’ll—”

Another sudden jerk on your hair causes your words to be lost within a painful whine.

“Satoru,” he cuts you off with a grunt, hooking the hand that had been toying with your shirt under one of your thighs and lifting you onto the counter with ease.

You shudder at the feeling of granite beneath you. It’s frigid against the bare skin of your thighs. Even more chilling against the bare heat of your pussy. An overbearing rush of panic clouds your thoughts, jumbling your mind with anxiety, anger, confusion, and something else you’re uneasy to name.

Gojo discards your hair, both of his hands resting atop your thighs and dangerously close to touching—

“Call me Satoru,” Gojo breathes out, distracting you again. “I want you to call me by my name.”

“You’re being really weird.” You muster your voice, albeit weakly, and ignore his odd demand. “I want you to back up, and let me go. Please.”

His grip on you tightens, blunt nails digging into your thigh. You can’t stop yourself from wondering if his hands have always been so large. Your eyes widen as you realize they nearly swallow the whole of you.

“Oh,” he offers you a short, hollow laugh, “I didn’t know you could say please.”

“Gojo, I’m serious.”

Your eyes meet his again, and a long forgotten feeling scorches your insides. Starting in the pit of your belly and settling hotly in the center of your cunt. The realization makes you want to run away again, adrenaline sweeping over you amidst your panic and anger. The look in Gojo’s eyes is upsettingly knowing, as if he’s also unearthed what had been lost, perhaps purposefully buried, between your storm of emotions. That feeling you had been fearful to identify just moments ago, so severe you’re forced to acknowledge it.

“You’re so fucking disobedient,” Gojo groans. He sounds annoyed, but the low sound and unexpected swear leaving his lips sends another wave of longing through you.

“You’re fucking bratty,” he continues as he readjusts his already firm grip on your thighs and pulls you forward.

His hips meet your cunt, and your breasts press against his chest. You hazily consider if he can feel how wet you’ve become through his trousers. If he realizes your bra and panties won’t be found underneath your shirt should his hands wander any further.

He must because his next words leave him in a shaky breath. “You’re fucking mouthy,” he rasps, lips now pressed against your neck while his teeth lightly tug at your delicate skin. “I ask you for one thing, and you—fuck—can’t even do that.”

Your hands that had desperately tried to push him away earlier find themselves covered beneath a cascade of soft, snow colored locks, pulling Gojo closer. You can’t remember when you put them there. Your mind is too clouded with want; your thoughts are too fogged with images of what it would feel like to have his large hand cupping your breast, his tongue lapping at your pert nipple while he fucks into you, two fingers deep, with his other hand.

“You’re so wet, baby,” his voice no louder than a whisper. “You’re dripping on me, you’re fucking soaked, and I haven’t even stuffed you with my cock yet.”

You open your mouth with the intention of telling Gojo to kindly fuck off, irritated by the mocking undertone that had plagued vulgar his words, but all that comes is a lewd moan so shameless it spurs another humorless laugh from him.

“If you say my name, I’ll touch you properly,” he hums, mouth hovering over yours. His fingers dance along the slick folds of your aching cunt, teasing as he presses a finger at your entrance and his thumb to your clit. “Say my name, and I’ll fuck you.”

Greedy for more, you rock your hips forward, moaning loudly when you feel his finger slip inside you. The sensation is lost as quickly as you’d found it, though. Your brows furrow in confusion as your vision suddenly tilts, your mind sluggish to realize you’re being lifted from the counter and thrown over Gojo’s broad shoulders. A choked cry unintentionally falls from your mouth. Your hands, balled into fists and beating at his back, go ignored as he wordlessly carries you to your bedroom.

“Put me down, you asshole!” you screech, indignation and embarrassment leaking into your voice. “Fucking put me down, Satoru, I swear to fuck—”

Another strangled cry flies out of you when you’re sent falling backwards onto your plush bed. It takes a moment before your vision looks like it’s supposed to, the world correcting itself to be right side up. Gojo stands before you, and for the first time since his arrival you can really see him.

His white shirt, normally pressed and tucked neatly beneath the waistband of his pants, is disheveled. His hair, too, is a beautiful mess made by your hands. His lips plush and pink from painting your neck with kisses and bites that would probably leave marks. You swallow thickly as your eyes travel to his pants. They’re black, as usual, and tailored to fit his tall build. Your jaw drops, ever so slightly, when you see yourself smeared across the front of a tent in his pants.

When Gojo calls your name, your eyes snap upward to find his. Heat pools in your cheeks, and your ears feel like they’re on fire. You can’t help but feel ashamed of yourself. What the hell were doing trying to fuck your longest friend and coworker? And on your kitchen counter? You’re woefully aware that it’s been a long time since your last sexual encounter, but surely nothing could excuse or justify this type of mindless behavior.

This isn’t who you are. And Gojo, despite his prowess and frequent affairs, isn’t this either. Not with you—never with you. In over a decade, he’s never made any kind of advances that made you feel uncomfortable. Playful flirting and pet names aside, Gojo’s never touched you like this. He’s never spoken to you like this. There’s never been a single indication that he’s ever viewed you as anything beyond a friend; that line had never been crossed. Crossing it had never even been considered.

So how the fuck did a phone call about your missing salmon turn into you almost getting your guts rearranged in your kitchen?

Something must be wrong, you realize, your mind buzzing with newfound clarity as your lust driven haze dissipates. Gojo says your name again, clearer and louder than before. His underlying distress and panic don’t go unheard either. When you catch his eyes again, your heart plummets to your stomach and you feel like sobbing.

“I see,” you say numbly. The puzzle pieces are starting to fit together. “You were cursed, ‘toru.”

Whether he flinches at your use of the old nickname you hadn’t spoken in years or the fact that he had come to the same conclusion as you, you’re not sure.

“If we live through this, I’m gonna make fun of you for years,” you say resolutely.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of your era, owner of The Six Eyes and Limitless techniques, has been cursed by a nightmarish pair of curses you’ve only had the displeasure of reading about in tattered textbooks and ragged scrolls. The man is a thief and a fool.

And, just your luck, he’s dragged you into his curse.

“So, sweetie,” you smile bitterly, “how do we kill an incubus and a succubus?”

#gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #Gojo Satoru smut #tw.dubcon #tw.food #suna.scum #no beta

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eliemo · 3 years

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Permafrost: Chapter 1

Summary: After Virgil agrees to follow Roman into the Imagination, a shift in the weather and an unfortunate misstep sends Virgil plummeting into uncharted waters. If only it didn't take a matter of life or death and a race against time to realize the Prince might not hate him after all.

TW: Drowning, progressing hypothermia, effects of severe cold

Notes: Romantic Prinxiety (pre relationship, they’re pining idiots) Right now I think this will only be a couple chapters, but let me know if I should make a taglist for this story!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“This is stupid,” Virgil said for the third time in the last ten minutes. “We’re gonna freeze to death.”

It was very clearly pissing Roman off, and if he wasn’t so miserable he’d be grinning like an idiot at the Prince’s clear exasperation. “We’re not going to freeze. Don’t be dramatic, Negative Nancy, that’s my thing.”

Virgil scoffed, glancing up at the expanse of snow covered trees towering overhead, branches bare and twisted, coated in sparkling white. It felt endless, everything around them perfectly identical and a little overwhelming.

He shuddered as the wind picked up again, drowning out anything he might have been about to say, and he absently shook off snow sticking to his shoes, really wishing he’d decided to wear his combat boots today.

Then again, he hadn’t expected to be trapped in the Imagination in below freezing weather.

“Let me complain, Princey,” he said, hoping that their familiar banter could make this whole thing suck a little bit less. “You’re the one that trapped me in here.”

“You’re the one that agreed to follow me,” Roman shot back, a little more sharp than Virgil had been hoping for. “You didn’t have to.”

“You invited me. And someone has to make sure you don’t get killed in here.”

“I’m perfectly capable,” Roman said. “The cold is no match for a dashing Prince! Besides, the beast is dead, my realm is perfectly safe when I need it to be- if it weren’t for someone refusing to enjoy the scenery, this might actually be a nice walk.”

“It’s freezing and we have to walk for another hour,” Virgil argued. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this?”

It hadn’t been snowing when they’d first stepped into the Imagination, some two hours ago now. It had been warm and sunny, the world around them lush and green, bright and inviting as Virgil followed Roman on his apparently routine adventure.

He hoped it hadn’t been obvious how excited he’d been when Roman had asked him to come along. He and the Prince had never been close, (that was putting it lightly, Virgil was all too aware of how much Roman hated Anxiety) but ever since Virgil had revealed his name things had been...better.

Not great, nowhere near perfect, but better. Their fights had started to devolve into banter, and Virgil found he actually enjoyed talking to Roman now. He wasn’t reduced to a villain anymore, and he’d never actually realized just how much he hated the tight feeling in his chest when Thomas had always dismissed him as the bad guy. He’d been pushing the hurt down for so long and now…

Now wasn’t the time to think about it. Now was the time to focus on moving forward, as shaky as the progress was sometimes. It was still progress.

Virgil knew Roman didn’t like him, and he probably had no intention of even being real friends, any effort to be polite for Patton and Logan’s sake only.

Which Virgil might have been able to live with, if he hadn’t recently figured out that he really, really liked Roman.

He’d sort of...not actually hated the Prince for a while now, just another hopeless, gnawing feeling that drove him to consider ducking out in the first place.

The feelings had come out of nowhere, slowly sneaking up on him and only growing now that they were closer, and he still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.

The things Roman did that Virgil had once thought were annoying became...begrudgingly endearing. His rants, his dramatic gestures, the constant singing and humming under his breath...it was all so stupidly charming. Roman was funny and kind and passionate and brave and...and Virgil might have developed a little bit of a crush.

Dammit.

He knew nothing would come from it. He could be pretty stupid, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think otherwise. Roman had declared him an enemy since day one, and Virgil was just beginning to hope the Prince might actually tolerate him enough to call him a friend. Just a friend.

But Roman had invited him into the Imagination today, to be an extra set of eyes while he slayed the monster patrolling the realm, and Virgil had agreed without a second thought. If he and Roman could just learn to coexist...Virgil didn’t need anything else. Anything was better than being hated.

And having Roman as a friend was far from the worst thing in the world. It still gave him the Prince’s smiles, his laughs, and his company.

That being said, trudging through the snow and freezing his ass off for the next hour was not how he’d like to be spending the day. Why couldn’t Princey invite him to do something normal like watching a movie?

“Aren’t you supposed to be Creativity?” Virgil called over the wind picking up. God, it was cold. “Why can’t you just change the weather back?”

Roman had his back to him, keeping a few paces ahead, but Virgil could practically feel his eye roll. “I don’t control the weather here. Thomas does.”

“Thomas?”

“Not intentionally,” Roman said. “When it’s snowing like this, it probably means he’s worried or…or stressed about something.”

Virgil didn’t miss the slight hesitation, the way Roman glanced back at him, and he instinctively hunched his shoulders and pulled his hood tighter around himself.

It wasn’t his fault. He knew everyone liked to point fingers and place the blame on Anxiety whenever Thomas wasn’t feeling his best, but Virgil wasn’t here to hurt him. He just wanted to help, and he’d been trying so hard to be better lately, but he still managed to be the bad guy.

He opened his mouth to mutter an apology the Prince would probably only scoff at, but Roman beat him to it.

“Ignore that,” he said quickly, tone suddenly nowhere near his usual bravado. “I didn’t mean to imply...nevermind. Sorry.”

It was clearly forced and a little desperate, just like it had been in front of the others whenever Roman would catch himself on an insult or a nickname, but Virgil found he appreciated the effort all the same. As awkward as it was.

“It’s fine,” Virgil said. “Seriously, it’s whatever. I’ll...I can check on Thomas when we get back.”

Roman didn’t respond, but he did look over once again to flash Virgil a genuine smile, and he forcibly pushed down the butterflies rising up in his chest. It was just Roman. He was not about to get flustered because Roman had smiled at him.

But maybe it was a sign that they were getting somewhere. Maybe-

“Shit!”

Virgil froze, Roman’s curse almost drowned out by the sudden CRACK that echoed through the snowy forest. A chunk of ice broke under Roman’s boot, just big enough for him to stumble, his leg disappearing up to his knee.

“God dammit that’s freezing!”

“I thought the cold didn’t bother you,” Virgil teased before he could stop himself. He moved to help, only for Roman to hold out a warning hand. “You ok?”

“I’m fine.” The Prince wobbled a bit before he managed to pull his leg up and out of the ice, the soaked and dripping cloth clinging to his skin. “Except that my leg is going to fall off!”

Virgil couldn’t imagine how cold that must be, to feel icy cold wind against soaked clothes, but he could recognize that Roman wasn’t actually hurt or scared, despite the way he’d started shivering a bit. Thank god the water was only up to his knee.

“Stop panicking,” Virgil said, and smirked despite his own rising worry. “That’s my thing, Princey.”

Roman scoffed and shook out his leg, drops of water seeping into the plush white snow. The ice they hadn’t even realized they’d been walking on creaked under the movement and Virgil paled, eyes flying to Roman who quickly noticed the anxious side’s distress.

“Relax,” the Prince said. “It was just a weak spot, and it’s only a couple inches deep. I could reach the bottom.”

“We should still be worried about getting our clothes wet in this weather.” It seemed to have gotten colder, even as Virgil remained perfectly dry. “Didn’t Logan do a whole lecture about hypothermia a few years ago?”

“We’re not getting hypothermia, Panic at the Everywhere. Logan gives a lecture on everything. Worst case scenario is I come down with a little cold, and our dear Patton feels guilty and smothers me for a few days.”

Virgil laughed, carefully stepping around the hole Roman had created. “I’m pretty sure it’s not Patton’s fault you’re so clumsy.”

“No, but he practically forced me to bring you out here.” And just like that Virgil’s good mood was gone, stomach twisting uncomfortably as the words set in.

It shouldn’t be a surprise- of course Roman wouldn’t voluntarily spend the day with him. Patton wanted everyone to get along for Thomas’s sake, and he’d made Roman drag Virgil along like an unwanted nuisance.

“Oh.”

“So if we look miserable enough when we get back, we can coax Pat into making us cookies and hot chocolate,” Roman said, and he didn’t seem to notice Virgil’s shift in mood. “Just try to watch your step, ok?”

Roman clearly didn’t think he had said anything wrong, only scowling at his now soaking wet pant leg before turning to continue forward. He obviously thought Virgil knew this, that he wasn’t stupid enough to think he was actually wanted.

Well, at least Roman was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Even if Virgil apparently was that stupid.

They kept walking, Virgil ending up trailing a bit behind with slightly numb hands stuffed deep into his hoodie pockets. Roman managed to make it even farther ahead, humming some vaguely familiar tune as he watched the snowfall, and Virgil wondered if he should just let the Prince make the rest of the walk by himself, kind of wanting to just lay down and let the snow bury him.

The wind was picking up, and Virgil was clearly finding it more difficult to trek through the snow than Roman was. The Prince didn’t seem inclined to leave him behind though, slowing down and smiling patiently at the anxious side every few moments, letting him catch up on his own time.

He wondered why Roman didn’t just quicken his pace and leave him. It wasn’t like Virgil would go tell Patton just to get him in trouble. As much as it hurt knowing Roman wanted nothing to do with him, that someone had to make Roman spend time with him, it hurt worse to think that the Prince had just been faking it.

He’d thought...God, he’d actually thought they might be getting somewhere. That maybe, maybe Virgil’s feelings for the Prince weren’t as pointless as they’d once been.

The soft little smiles sent his way, the light touches on Virgil’s back or shoulder, the quiet jokes meant just for him, the way Roman’s eyes would linger for just a second…

He noticed it a second too late, caught up in his own head instead of paying careful attention to where he was stepping like he usually would, only pulled from his thoughts by another ear splitting crack as a piece of ice gave way right where he’d stepped down.

It was sudden and loud, and Virgil yelped when he stumbled and fell to the ground, hands losing feeling completely as they grabbed at the snow and his foot disappeared under the ice.

“Fuck- Roman!”

He heard Roman laugh, but it was almost impossible to make out over the howling of the wind and the pounding of his own heart. The water was so cold, (thank god he’d managed to stop himself before it went past his shin) like a million little knives dancing along his skin, paying no mind to what little protection his clothes offered.

“You’re fine,” Roman called, voice small and distant like he’d kept walking. Virgil didn’t dare look up, eyes on the ground beneath his hands. “It’s not deep, Virge, you can stand up.”

Virgil nodded even though he doubted Roman could see it, his voice refusing to cooperate. He squeezed numb hands into shaky fists, took a breath, and pushed himself up to stand on his free leg.

The next moment happened so fast, Virgil didn’t even register that more ice had broken under his weight until he felt himself falling, and suddenly the icy cold water was much higher than just his leg.

It felt like he’d been hit by a bus- a very, very cold bus- and Virgil gasped as all the ice below him gave way, the water rising up to his chest, wrapping around his body like a vice and yanking him forward without warning.

It was like hundreds of frozen hands were grabbing at him and tugging viciously, shoving him along with the water’s surprisingly violent current while trying to drag him down below the dark surface. Virgil barely had half a second to force his arms to move, frantically reaching for the nearest chunk of intact ice.

He couldn’t feel his fingers, and his hands were shaking so bad he almost didn’t make it, but he managed to get a grip on the edge just in time.

He gasped as he pulled himself to a sudden stop against the relentless current, weakening arms protesting the sudden strain, choking and coughing on the frigid water that managed to lap at the corners of his mouth.

“Princey!” he tried to scream, but he could barely hear himself over the roar of the river. The water hurt, the cold seeping into his skin and stealing his breath, and it took all of his quickly fleeting energy to keep holding on. “Roman!”

There was no response, at least not one that Virgil could hear, and he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head to see if help was coming, terrified that if he looked away from his hands he’d forget how to hold on.

He had to strain to keep his head above water, and he felt like there were boulders in his pockets weighing him down. He was left kicking desperately against the water, because it was definitely not shallow enough for him to stand.

Roman had said it was. Roman had laughed and kept walking and he’d...he hadn’t...he hadn’t left, had he? If he’d done this on purpose-

The dread and fear that came with the thought was almost more overwhelming than the thought of drowning, and Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his hold, because Roman wouldn’t do that. He may not like Virgil, but he wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t do this.

A grim voice in the back of his head told him Roman wouldn’t care, that Virgil would never be worth worrying about. Maybe it wasn’t the wind and rushing water blocking out the Prince’s voice...maybe he’d really just already walked away.

He choked back tears and put all his fading focus into staying above the water, the current’s pull growing stronger as his kicking became weaker and weaker. He couldn’t keep holding on. It was so cold and he was so tired-

“Virgil!”

Roman? It was so hard to tell for sure, everything distant and hazy compared to the roaring in his ears and his own too shallow breaths.

Oh god, he couldn’t hold on, he was slipping, he was going to fall-

“Virgil! Hold on, I’m coming!” Either that was Roman, or Virgil’s brain was being very cruel to him right before he died. The latter honestly seemed more likely. “Hold on, please just- I’m coming just hold on!”

He couldn’t feel his hands, barely able to comprehend anything around the all consuming pain settled around him like a blanket, leaving him shaking and numb, teeth chattering in his skull louder than a gunshot and he couldn’t do this- he couldn’t hold on he couldn’t-

“Virgil!”

Virgil didn’t even register what had happened, left only to wonder why the strain on his arms had suddenly been lessened for a single blissful second before realizing his frozen hands had slipped from the ice.

There wasn’t time to take another breath, the river seizing its opportunity to rise above his head and push him under the dark and freezing water, everything suddenly horribly silent.

#fanfiction #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #thomas sanders #sanders sides #hurt/comfort #this fic is so self indulgent you guys #writing

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avtrbee · 3 years

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Unexpected Secret

inspired by the tumblr post above!

this fic defies almost everyhting that is canon but its really cute and fluffy in my opinion so idc idc idc

Petra was furious.

I’m gonna kill her, Petra thought, mopping away the last of the dirt from the stables. I don’t care how but I’m going to make it look like an accident.

Petra was furious.

Putting her anger on the mop she had gripped in her fist she aggressively wiped the stable floors clean, but her thoughts were somewhere else. Y/N L/N was the reason why she was stuck cleaning the stables during a Friday night when she could’ve spent the day in the market with Oluo buying cute clothes or enjoying a new café or getting drunk or just about anything.

Petra loved her friend but no matter which way Petra tried to twist the situation, Y/N was the sole reason to blame. Y/N was the one who suggested getting drunk in her room that night, Y/N was the one who suggested the game, Y/N was the one who proposed the punishment, and Y/N was the one who called her a pussy for backing out, so of course Petra had to do it. Petra had to run through the hallway, from the stairway and back to the room naked.

It didn’t help that Y/N’s room was the farthest room from the stairwell. Petra didn’t have a problem getting naked around Y/N and their friends- they’ve seen each other’s bodies enough with the communal showers and the occasional first aid outside the walls. Petra isn’t ashamed of her own body either, she may look petite but she was hardened muscle from all the training she endured to become the one of the best. Though Y/N had her own private room as one of the Survey Corps’ Section Commander, her floor was also near the other superior’s private spaces.

Once Petra made it out, she dashed to the stairs as fast as she could before turning back and running like there was a titan behind her to the privacy and safety of Y/N’s room. Until Hange, Levi and Mike came out of Erwin’s room from their own private party only to stare at Petra like she was a dog with three heads.

Petra could’ve died right there. In fact, she would have preferred it if she did. Hange laughed (“Oh, it’s one of those nights, eh?), Levi looked away with disgust evident in his face and walked to another laughing Y/N, who witnessed the entire incident, instead. Mike just stood there with his brain probably short circuiting and nose occasionally twitching. To make matters worse, Erwin came outside to see what Hange was laughing about.

I’m gonna kill her, Petra thought, mopping away the last of the dirt from the stables. I don’t care how but I’m going to make it look like an accident.

Petra looked up from her hard work and wiped her forehead. She smelled like horse shit and probably looked like one too. A few yards away from her clean stable stood Y/N and Eren together under the sun with Mikasa not so far running towards them.

Petra watched as Mikasa hastily put herself between Y/N and Eren with a glare on her face. Was it really a glare or was it just Mikasa’s usual stoic face? Petra didn’t care- a plan was slowly starting to form in her head.

Petra didn’t bother rushing to the cafeteria to get first in line like she usually would. Instead she ate some heavy snacks before and took her time. Thinking back, Y/N was the only one out of her superiors to sit on another table other than the space designated for them. She usually sat with Eren, with Levi occasionally joining them.

Once she strolled inside, the place was packed with soldiers along with hundreds of conversations going on at the same time. Perfect. Just as she planned. Just as she thought, Y/N and Eren were chatting away alone on one table with Mikasa several tables away shooting them looks every now and then.

Petra smiled. Victory tastes so sweet. She slowed down her steps and savored her way to victory as she walked over to Mikasa. “Oi, Mikasa.” she said obnoxiously loud, gathering the attention of several people.

Mikasa turned her head from Eren and Y/N’s table, and stared at her with her cold gray eyes. “Yes, Petra?”

Petra giggled, unable to keep her mood down. “Y’know, Y/N told me a secret.” She said, voice getting louder with every word.

Behind her, Petra heard Y/N speak. “Done from the stables, darling?”

Faint snickers from around the hall erupted. No doubt the story has already gone around. Petra felt a nerve in her head pop. That almost got her. Almost.

Ignoring the rest of the people, Mikasa kept her eyes on her. “What did she say?”

She crouched down and put a hand on her cheek like she was about to whisper. “She told me that she loves Eren, very, very much.”

Silence.

Utter silence.

From the corner of her eye she sees that Sasha had a spoon halfway through her mouth filled with seconds of today’s dinner, while Jean and Connie’s eyes were darting back and forth to her and Y/N, who had gone up from her seat and was walking towards her.

Petra stood back and let herself smile a truly evil smile. That’s what you get, Y/N. You bitch. To be honest, Y/N was probably going to beat her up. Petra didn’t care. She could try if Mikasa won’t get to her first.

Mikasa blinked. “Well, I sure hope so. Eren and I love her just as much.”

Wait- “What?”

That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting.

“Oi, oi, Mikasa. You’re going to make your mother cry. I’ve never heard you speak like that before.” Y/N clasped a hand on Petra’s shoulder. Y/N had this smirk as if asking oh is this what you planned?

Huh, wait- “Mother? You mean-”

At the same time, Mikasa looked at Y/N. “Okasan, I have told you I loved you many times.”

“What do you mean okasan- are you-?” Petra turned her head to Y/N.

Y/N leaned shifted her weight on one leg and crossed her arms. She was smiling, probably enjoying Petra’s confusion. “Yes. I am.”

“But-” Petra stuttered. “Eren too?”

“Yes.” Y/N laughed. Petra should’ve been furious, but at this point she was too focused on solving this familial situation she accidentally uncovered. Plus, everyone was listening in. They were curious too.

Petra shoved her hands in her hair. “They’re siblings?”

“Well, I thought we’ve established that before.” Y/N replied.

“But I thought- Mikasa was charging at you because you were with Eren just a while ago!”

Y/N deflated. “Oh, that. I was scolding the brat. He was reckless during the last expedition again. You’d remember, you were the one who saved him.” Fuck. Yes, Petra remembered very well. She almost lost her right hand because of that boy. “Mikasa just came over to protect her brother. I might’ve gone overboard too…”

“Then why isn’t Mikasa sitting with you?”

“Oh, I’ve been encouraging her to interact with people other than family. She barely has friends, y’know.”

“Don’t they have different last names?” Petra asked. She was losing her sanity.

“What, Jeager? L/N was my dad’s. Jeager my mother’s name, I had him when I was young. And, well, technically, Mikasa isn’t mine by blood.” Y/N sat down beside the girl and slung her arm around Mikasa. “She came with my marriage. She’s still my daughter though.” Petra saw Mikasa hide a smile under her scarf.

“Married?” Petra asked. “You’re married?”

“Yup,” Y/N replied, popping her words. “When are you and Oluo gonna tie the knot, by the way-”

Petra couldn't even be bothered to blush at the question. She saw Oluo choke on his food from their usual table though. “Is he in the military?”

“Yes. We met years before he was in the military though.”

“Is he in the Survey Corps?”

Y/N grinned. “Yes.”

“Is he a superior officer?”

Y/N’s smile grew wider. “Yes.”

Petra felt dread creep down her spine. “Is it Commander Smith?” If Petra really did just try to call out the commander’s wife in front of everyone, she’s dead meat. She’s probably gonna clean the stables on Fridays forever.

To her relief Y/N said, “Pssh, Mikasa isn’t blonde y’know.”

Petra was losing her patience. “Then who the fuck is it-”

“They literally have the same last name Petra.”

Silence.

Only this time, Petra wasn’t smiling. Her brain was probably overheated from all the information Y/N gave her.

“Oi, Petra” said Levi who was coming inside the cafeteria. “What the hell is going on?”

“Captain!” She squeaked, not expecting his voice. Perfect timing too.

“Don’t tease her anymore, Levi. It’s my fault, I was just telling her about our familial situation.” Y/N said.

“Tch,” Levi lightly slapped Y/N at the back of her head. “What happened to keeping it a secret?”

“Oh, well, they were bound to know anyway. Your son over there can’t keep his mouth shut, I’m surprised he lasted this long.” Y/N nodded to Eren back to her table while the latter hid his face on the table, occasionally banging his fist on the wood. “Though I didn’t expect them to find out this way though...and the entire Survey Corps for that matter.”

“You’ve caused us a nuisance.” Levi deadpanned at Y/N- at his wife? Petra was still trying to comprehend everything.

“Let’s go home.” Levi announced, heading out of the cafeteria. “I can’t stand to be stared at any longer. It’s making me feel like a pig with fucking wings.”

At the words of their Captain- Father?- Mikasa and Eren stood up and picked up their empty food trays.

Oh, that's right. Petra knew that Y/N and Levi had a separate house somewhere near their HQ; she just didn’t even consider the possibility that they were living together. Fuck, she has seen them leaving too, but she just assumed that they were walking each other because they lived in the same neighborhood or something.

Petra even spotted Mikasa and Y/N together in the market shopping for vegetables, but she thought it was only a kind gesture. Y/N can be like that sometimes. She even spotted Eren and Levi inside a cleaning shop when she was buying a new mop once. And Mikasa and Levi’s surnames? Petra didn’t even suspect anything because it was common knowledge in the Corps that two of their strongest soldiers had the same last name- had none of them suspected anything?

Looking around, Petra spotted similar confused faces like her own. Ah, so no one did.

She felt her legs give up on her and plopped on the seat Mikasa previously sat on. She watched as Levi, Y/N, and their children walked out the cafeteria with a blank stare. What the fuck just happened?

btww,,,the vibe of reader and petra here are like really close friends that tease each other a lot. i can understand why people think that petra seems like the “villain” here but i swear its just that kind of friendship 😭 im sorry if it didnt deliver properly but ill try better next time !!

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman

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Steamy Waters — Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten), Namjoon x Vixen (mentioned)

Wordcount: 8.7k words

Genre: smut, a tinyyyyy bit of angst, pwp, established relationship, idol!au

Rating: very18+

Hello strawberries! With Namjoon’s Steamy Waters we saw the guys leaving for tour, with Yoongi we see them come back. Of course there will be a few things happening in between the two fics, but that will come later (see it as some special piece similar in terms of genre to Girls’ Night). Quick recap of the plot: Yoongi comes back from tour and Kitten is there to greet him. It has been a long day, and a he’s been away for a long time: the two decide to head to the shower to help Yoongi get rid of his travelling filth and help Kitten get rid of her bitter feelings. (AKA that one time Yoongi finally convinced Kitten to move in with a very unorthodox method.)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: filth. Swearing. Sarcasm. Dirty Talking. Slight angst (Yoongi’s shoulder is sore; Kitten finds condoms in his travel bag and she is afraid of cheating, even though she knows Yoongi is 3000% faithful, past relationship trauma). Shower blowjob, cum swallowing, cock worship and breast worship, lots of ass grabbing (both male and female receiving); again, Yoongi wakes her up with oral which is something he does a lot but still, it’s non explicitly consensual since she’s sleeping, he asks for consent as soon as she wakes up. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (GET TESTED BEFORE GOING BARE WITH YOUR PARTNER. PLEASE. USE CONDOMS UNLESS YOU’RE 1000% SURE YOU’RE CLEAN). Spooning sex, fingering, he uses his fingers as a gag. Multiple rounds and very multiple orgasms and squirting. Mentions of a cocksleeve. Mentions of anal sex; mild anal play (female receiving), mentions of rimming (female receiving). Use of a G-spot vibrator with remote control via smartphone, squirting, cunnilingus and face riding, crying, slight degradation, use of safeword, old school missionary jackhammering, choking kink. On a side note, reader is bisexual and everybody has a crush for Vixen

If you want background music for reading I suggest playing the whole About Time album by Sabrina Claudio or Over It (complete set) album by Summer Walker. [Thank me later 😉]

Finally, here is my masterlist and well, Enjoy!!! ✨💜

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You stood in the middle of the underground parking lot of Yoongi’s apartment, waiting for his van to arrive from the airport. Today he was back from the tour and you’d taken a few days off work to spend time with him.

You stood there, checking some emails on your phone when the doors of the lift opened on a dolled up Vixen.

You had seen her wear black, blue and white quite consistently, head to toe impeccable at all times. That’s why you had to do a double take when you saw her in a pink, frilly, tiny sundress that looked like it could unravel if you stared at it for too long.

“Am I late?” She asked, only to stare at you and realise that if you were there waiting, then no, they hadn’t arrived yet. “Sorry, dumb question, I’m just excited.” She smiled nervously, fixing non-existent creases on her dress.

“There’s a bit of traffic. They’ll be here in a minute, though.” You explained, putting down your phone. “Plans for a date?” You asked her, looking at her outfit.

“No, actually. I just wanted to dress pretty.” She said, elegant and sweet as usual.

You smiled and looked at your oversized, worn-out T-shirt from a rockband you listened to when you were a teen, and the loose cotton shorts that reached your mid-thigh, paired with casual flip flops. You weren’t even wearing your nice bra. Not that Yoongi would care about that once he took your shirt off. Bras were just a nuisance to him anyway.

“Are you on vacation?” She asked, checking her phone before locking it again. It lit up again with a notification, her lockscreen showing a picture of a boy staring at a sculpture. No doubt, Namjoon.

“No, just took a few days off.” You replied kindly. You checked your phone yourself. “You and Joon are going on holiday?”

“Just a quick getaway.” She explained, beaming at you. She looked radiant, as if the last seven weeks had never existed. But her face looked slimmer. Her arms too. You had often met at the gym, spending time together and working out, ‘to stop thinking’ she had said. And you had bonded like that, over working out to stop your brains and dull your edges while your boyfriends were away.

You tried not to think if Namjoon was going to propose while they were away. Yoongi had mentioned the man was considering the idea. “Then have a safe journey and a nice holiday.” You said, grinning. “Hope you can get your fill of him.” You said smirking.

She caught the innuendo mischievously. “Trust me, I will.” She replied before winking.

The bar to the parking lot lifted, before a black van entered the space, stopping a few slots away from you.

Vixen was basically skipping on her toes, ready to throw herself at her boyfriend. Beside her, you felt like a flock of hummingbirds had been caged inside your chest, the fluttering feeling almost uncomfortable. When you heard the doors open, your ears stopped working, blood pressure making them perceive nothing but a dull beeping sound.

Namjoon appeared from the door, Vixen dashing to him and throwing her whole body into his arms as he picked her up. The whole scene was very romantic and dramatic — just in their style —, almost making you sneer in a mysanthropistic fit, however the smaller figure appearing behind the lovey dovey couple made you reconsider your hatred towards humanity.

Let’s be clear, you weren’t normally this sour, but seven weeks without Yoongi had taken their toll, and all you wanted was to incinerate every couple until he had had his sweet way with you and you weren’t underloved and underorgasmed anymore.

“No dramatic welcome back for me?” He asked, staring at you from the distance with his hands on his hips. “No balloons and banners?” He shook his head. “You’re a disappointment.” He grinned at you.

“You’re sucking your own dick tonight.” You teased back, Namjoon and Vixen too caught up in their idyllium to bother with your bantering.

He shrugged. “Thank you for letting me know.” He opened his arms and you walked towards him, hugging him tight as he did just the same, your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you to him. “Hi, Kitten.”

“Hello, Yoongles.” You said, your voice emotional.

“I’m sorry, I smell a bit.” He said, thinking about all those hours on the plane.

“Not really.” You said, nuzzling into his neck, reacquainting with his cologne. “You’re as good as usual.”

His hands rubbed up and down your spine. “Let’s go upstairs. It’s too hot outside today and I could kill for a shower right now.”

The back of the van was already open as Namjoon took out the suitcases.

“Hyung. Here is yours.” He said, letting it roll towards Yoongi.

He thanked and caught it, sprawling his left hand over the top of it before catching the handle. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the tendons and veins just below the pale skin, jumping and flexing at the effort.

You had missed those hands. Dearly. Deliriously.

As he noticed your focused stare, he smirked, his other hand searching for your fingers, intertwining them with his. “I have my backpack too. Careful, there’s equipment inside.” Said Yoongi, pulling at your arm as he neared the back of the van and grabbed his stuff.

“Let me get that.” You said, fussing over him. He looked tired and thin. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Not too bad.” He said. “A bit crumpled up because of the long trip and the air conditioning, but overall not bad.” He let you take the backpack though, showing you that yes, it was probably not nice.

“I’ll have a cold pack ready upstairs.” You said, kissing his temple. The boys and Vixen said goodbye to the driver as he left, leaving the four of you trying to fit inside the lift.

It wasn’t too difficult and you were grateful that Namjoon stayed mostly silent even as his hand kept drawing patterns on the back of Vixen’s naked thigh, climbing decisively too high — and too under her dress — for public decency. Not that he noticed you or Yoongi staring and looking at each other conspiratorially, trying to find ways to tease him about it in the future.

Anyway, Yoongi drew you close with an arm around your waist, whispering in your ear, “I’m just as needy myself.”

You turned to look at him with a knowing smirk. “I wouldn’t expect any less.” You whispered back, pressing your brow to the side of his head.

Luckily, the doors dinged and opened, making the sweethearts quit their endeavours and hurriedly grab the suitcase and the smaller carryon. Next, you took care of Yoongi’s luggage, helping him slide it down the corridor, to the door of his apartment. Namjoon and Vixen stood in front of the door beside you while he opened the front door to their apartment and brought his stuff in.

“I don’t think I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Namjoon commented.

“I don’t think so, no.” Yoongi replied chuckling as you raised your eyebrows and looked away, avoiding Namjoon’s knowing smirk.

“Then have a nice break. Guess I’ll text you.” Namjoon replied.

“Of course.” Yoongi said.

“Kitten,” Namjoon greeted with a small nod.

You waved at him, at the same time as Vixen said goodbye to the both of you and Namjoon picked her up again.

“We didn’t tell them to keep it down.” Yoongi realised after staring at the closed front door for a couple seconds.

“We could sleep in your studio.” You reasoned with a doubtful pout.

Yoongi’s expression unintentionally mirrored yours.

“Shall we?” You said, gesturing to the door.

He placed his arm around your waist and dragged you in. “I’m not strong enough to carry you like that.” He said, closing the door.

“They’re so disgustingly sweet.” You replied, shaking your head and combing his hair with your fingers. He looked so good with black hair.

“You say that only ‘cause it’s been too long since I last fucked you.” He replied, ignoring the suitcases and placing his lips on yours, chastely, sweetly.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered, rubbing his lips on yours tenderly.

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied, placing your hands on his ass and pushing him closer to you.

“I love you.” He murmured with his deliriously sexy voice.

“I love you.” You echoed, squeezing his behind eloquently.

He grinned. “Did Namjoon give you ideas?” He said, referring to the lift scene.

“I’m just appreciating the small things in life.” You quipped, making him part from you with an outraged frown.

“My ass is not that small.” He opposed.

“You are small.” You replied, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks.

“You have clearly forgotten how it feels to have my cock inside you.” He teased right back, gripping your ass himself and pushing you against his front, making you feel his hardening length.

“Maybe you could give me a reminder.” You wondered.

“I need a shower.”

“And I need to blow you, which, in my opinion, makes an excellent combination.” You said reasonably.

He grinned and shook his head. “Fuck, if I missed you.”

“Yes ‘fuck, if I missed you’, but also fuck me, please?” You said, raising an eyebrow and opening your hands with your palms up in front of him in a helpless pose.

“Let’s get that shower first, yeah.” He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. “You’ve waited so long that you can wait a bit longer, right.”

“I repeat, you’re this close to sucking your own dick tonight.” You warned jokingly.

“Then we can have that shower and let you blow me before you change your mind.” He teased, calming you down with heavy touches to your cheeks and hair.

He was secretly enjoying the feel of you in front of him, getting reacquainted with the materiality of you, with the joy of feeling you at his side, of feeling you, full stop. He had never known he could miss touching someone. Innocently, attentively and lovingly.

He had missed the feel of you under his hands. Combing your hair, hiding his nose in the crook of your neck, holding your hands.

Holding your hands.

He felt like he could do just that as you fell asleep on the bed.

He felt so tired.

“Let’s go.” You said, noticing his tired gaze.

“The bags.” He said, pointing at his luggage in the entry.

“Later.” You replied, squeezing his hand and leading the way to the bathroom adjoined to your bedroom.

“How was the journey?” You asked, taking off your shirt once you entered the bathroom door.

“Tiring. Very long. We had a long delay due to the connecting flight being late.”

“You had a connecting flight?” You said, incredulous, stopping as you were taking off your shorts.

“Well, it’s pretty difficult finding direct flights from Europe to South Korea.” He said, taking off his own shirt.

You turned around to look at his naked torso. It was pale as usual, more sculpted, but barely, still you immediately spotted the slightest curve on his belly and relaxed. It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Next he took off his loose linen sweats, a pair of plain white boxers emerging underneath. His calves were slightly bronzed, and as he noticed you staring he explained. “I stayed out with Hoseok one afternoon. I had bermudas on.” He pouted.

“My poor little cracker.” You cooed, getting closer to him in nothing but your underwear. As he hugged you, his hands went immediately to the clasp of your bra, unlatching it.

Grinning, you took it off and offered it to him, who threw it hatefully behind his shoulders. “I hate that shit.” He sneered, before cupping each of your breasts and pushing them up, planting his face snug in between.

“I missed you.” He mouthed, kissing both.

You giggled. “Are you talking to my tits.”

“I am appreciating the great things of life.” He murmured.

“I hope appreciating them includes covering them in hickeys and cum.” You commented, caressing his hair as he kept trying to suffocate himself between your boobs.

“What if I appreciated your dirty mouth first?” He teased, opening the tap to the shower and feeling the water temperature with the palm of his hand before bending down to take off his boxers.

His cock was half mast, as glorious as you remembered it, the hair around kept just long enough to stay soft.

As he noticed you staring, he snickered. “It looks like you really want to reacquaint with it.”

“Says the man who said ‘I missed you’ to my tits.” You teased.

“Fair enough.” He conceded, getting under the water falling from the shower head.

Taking off your panties, you followed him in.

“You look beautiful, Kitten.” He said, “a bit too thin, though.” He commented, running his hands up and down your sides.

“All those nights in the gym took a toll.” You replied.

“I still can’t believe you actually went to the gym.” He said, kissing your lips as light as a butterfly. “And just because you wanted to fuck but I was away.”

You shrugged, “the alternative was starting a very sapphic tryst with Vixen, but I don’t think Namjoon would have condoned it.”

Yoongi chuckled, “No, I don’t think so.” He admitted, massaging your ass under his palms. “Nice improvement.”

“I did Vixen’s workout. That girl is a fucking power plant.” You shook your head. “Completely crazy.”

“She is after all Namjoon’s girlfriend. I’m surprised he called her Vixen and not bunny or rabbit.” He shook his head.

“Enough with the sweethearts. Give me the D, mr Min.” You said, getting on your knees.

He laughed and ran his hand through your hair, while you scooted back towards the wall. You precisely knew how you wanted him.

“Kitten. What is it.” He asked, looking at the way you parted your legs and crouched, making sure that your spine and the back of your head pressed against the wall, your heels tucked under your ass.

“I want you to fuck my mouth?” You said, eyes imploring, your hands already running down the back of his thighs, trying to bring him close.

“You sure?” He asked, licking his lips repeatedly, swallowing once and then again in an attempt to bring comfort to his dry mouth.

“Yeah.” You replied, looking up at him bringing your hand between your legs, testing your own wetness.

Your eyes met as he stroked his length a couple times before feeding the tip of his cock into your mouth, parted wide for him. “Tell me how deep I can go.” He murmured, pushing in slowly.

You placed your hands on his hips, pushing him deeper into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, covering the edge of your teeth and bobbing your head tentatively. His hand moved protectively to the crown of your head, trying to keep your head from hitting the wall.

“Easy, tiger,” He said, chuckling, before his laugh stopped, interrupted by a moan. “Kitten, that's deep.” He murmured as you pushed him past the back of your tongue and deep into your throat. You kept him there for a couple seconds, focusing on the feel of him to avoid choking, before pushing him away.

He placed the other hand on the wall, holding up his weight. “Are you okay, love?” He asked, noticing your reddened eyes and heavy breath.

“Yes.” You murmured. “It feels so good to have you back.” You said, elated, as you pulled him back into your mouth, asking him with delicate motions of your arms to thrust into you.

“Missed your lips. Your tongue,” he moaned, groaning as you squeezed your cheeks against his tip. “So fucking good.” He combed your hair back and moved the hand from the wall to your chin, making you look up to him. “Look at me, ____.” He ordered you. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck your mouth.” He leaned his forearm against the wall, plunging in with a gentle curl of his hips, his mouth wide, the water falling down his spine, his black locks plastered against his forehead. “I love your mouth. Your nasty tongue.” He drew out. “Touch yourself.” He growled, teasing you with his sexy voice.

“Yoongi.” You moaned as he slid out. “Please.” You whimpered.

“Please what, kitty.” He said, touching your face.

“I want you to cum.” You cried out, scratching his abdomen lightly.

“How do you want that?” He asked, brushing a few loose strands of hair off your face.

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” You repeated, eager, your fingers rubbing in between your legs.

“Then let me give you what you want, love.” He purred, grabbing his shaft and placing the soft, reddish tip right on your lower lip. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded, begging him with your longing glance.

He grinned sinfully and let his hip arch forward.

He entered your mouth with a slow and steady stroke, giving you time to prepare yourself, until he was all the way in.

“I'll never forget how it feels, Kitten. I've spent hours thinking about this.” He groaned, his chest heaving.

And then he slipped out, only to stroke in again. You moaned a bit, and then kept quiet, focusing on the feel of him, on his eyes screwed shut, on the rhythmic contractions of his belly, on the flexing of his quads and his glutes.

He was so beautiful, lost in bliss, chasing his high, stopping only when you tapped his leg twice.

He let the tip rest on your tongue, “love that dirty mouth.” He praised you as you slurped and twirled your tongue around him. “Can never resist it.” He went on.

Once more you pulled him towards you, humming wantonly.

“Close, Kitten. Need your… Yes.” He groaned as you reached for his balls. “Sq–”

He didn't have the time to give you orders: you were already doing his favourite things, massaging his sensitive spot, squeezing him gently until he sank deep into you and went silent for a couple seconds, not even breathing before he let a raspy roar tear from his mouth and echo in the small space.

You shut your eyes tight as he gave the smallest thrust, burrowing deep into you as he spilled inside you, the lack of oxygen getting to your head, but still you tried opening your eyes, looking at Yoongi's lips hanging open, gasping for hair.

His chest expanded in a deep breath. “For fuck’s sake.” His eyes opened slightly.

He was leaning over you, the light dimmed by his body shielding you, the sound of the water precipitating against the floor a bit too loud for his ears and your own.

You touched his leg twice and his eyes shot open as he slipped out quickly. “Damn it, you okay, Kitten?” He knelt between your legs, touching your cheeks and taking in your closed eyes and your chest heaving as you finally got some brand new oxygen in your lungs.

“A bit short of breath.” You whispered, leaning into his touch and nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Oh, precious.” He moved his hands behind your back, hugging you close. “Poor thing.”

“Don’t baby me.” You mumbled, raking your nails down his back, making him shiver.

“No?” He asked, smiling softly, rubbing his cheek against your hair. “You’re a tough cookie?”

You nodded with your eyes closed and he snickered.

“My tough cookie.” He murmured, patting your head. “I missed you so much, beautiful. I love you.”

You untucked yourself from his shoulder and looked at him in the eye. “I love you, too.” You cooed.

“What can I do for you, ____?” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You dipped your head forward, hiding into him. “I want you close.” He felt his heart melt.

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” He asked, simply caressing your head as you mouthed at his throat.

“Let’s finish the shower first.” You said, parting from him and standing up.

He placed a chaste kiss on your hip as you stood before him, his tongue delving between your legs, tasting your honey-clad folds. “I swear the taste of your cunt keeps getting better and better.”

“We can take this to bed, Yoongi, now stand up and let me wash your hair.” You murmured, running your hands into his dark locks

“You could wash my hair while I make out with your pussy.” He suggested.

“I need to focus, stand up you menace.” You smirked playfully.

He obeyed, bending his head forward, planting it between your tits.

“Yoongi!” You said, playfully outraged.

“Oh, come on.” He murmured. Immediately he found his usual spot and took it past his lips, sucking it with his teeth, rubbing it with his tongue while you found the bottle of his shampoo and poured some in your palm, rubbing your hands together and spreading the foam over his hair.

“Don’t be a whiny pup.” You scolded him, spreading the soap over his scalp, carefully avoiding it going into his eyes.

As he felt your fingers massaging his head, making sure that all the shampoo was rinsed off his hair, his lips accidentally parted in a wide yawn.

“Let’s go to bed.” You murmured, maybe for the first time since you saw him downstairs, the dark circles underneath his eyes.

You closed the tap quickly, stretching to reach a towel and drying him up, pressing the towel to his pained shoulder, dabbing the cotton softly before peppering a cascade of kisses on the skin. “We’re gonna put some lotion on this baddie.” You said, smiling gently at him. “Does it hurt?” Your lips still caressing his skin there while you kept drying him up, knowing how dangerous it was for him to stay wet under the air conditioning. He was delicate and something inside you, something affectionate and apprehensive, made you want to pamper him.

“A bit.” He said, pouting, feeling like he could drop his facade now, abandoning himself to your gentle care.

He yawned again. “You had your orgasm and now you’re sleepy, kitty cat?” You teased, cooing at him cutely.

“I’m a bit jet-lagged,” he admitted, stealing a towel and opening it up, cupping your breasts from over the cotton, and then moving his attention elsewhere, brushing your belly, your arms, kneeling down and placing a small kiss on your lower belly, before rubbing the fabric over your legs, first one, then the other, helping your foot up and drying first your left, then your right one.

“Where’s the lotion?” You asked, kissing his brow as he stood up.

“In the carryon. It’s with the toiletries.”

You quickly wrapped your towel around your body, exiting the room and looking for his large suitcase. You opened it, his laundry neatly folded inside, his beauty bag perfectly fitting in. As you rummaged into his beauty bag, you frowned, spotting a familiar bottle of lube and a small silicone pocket. A few condoms loose among his toiletries.

Something in you hesitated. Even though you knew Yoongi would never, ever look at someone else, old ghosts of your ex immediately started tormenting you.

You tried to ignore the unsettling feeling, blinking a few times before grabbing his shoulder lotion and heading for the kitchen, immediately finding a cold pack inside the freezer, and bringing it to the bedroom. You looked inside a drawer, finding a little kerchief or a bandana — whatever it was — and bringing it to the bedside table.

Yoongi was laying in the middle of the bed, looking at you as you obstinately avoided his gaze.

“Lay on your side.” You asked gently but coldly before he obeyed, still a bit confused at your change in mood. Was it because he hadn’t fucked you? Maybe you were okay with it, but now you weren’t anymore? Were you disappointed?

You poured some cold lotion on the round muscle, following the instruction he had taught you before he left, when he came home tired and sore from practice. And then again, his therapist had taught you some small tricks after the concert in Seoul, when you had accompanied him to the doctor the following day for his ordinary session.

He hissed as the cold gel met his skin, while your thumbs dug into the skin gently but surely, massaging the stressed muscle. “It’ll warm up.” You said simply, spreading the lotion and massaging it where flesh and bone met.

You opened the cold pack, cracking it in the middle and placing it behind his shoulder, where his shoulderblade and collarbone met. locking it into place by tying the bandana around it, running it around his armpit. “There you go. I’ll go rinse my hands.”

You hadn’t kissed him. Or looked at him.

“Kitten.” He called, but you were already walking into the joined bathroom, willingly ignoring his call.

You opened the tap, rubbing the heavy stench of the gel off your hands, and then placing your clean, wet, cold palms against your cheeks, trying to calm down.

You grabbed one of his t-shirts before you lowered the blinds, walking towards the bed and laying down on your side of the bed, curled up in a ball and sliding under the covers after turning on the air purifier. His eyes opened as you laid down,

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” He asked.

“I’m cold.” You replied briefly.

“Kitten.” He called again.

You turned away from him, taking a few deep breaths, pondering whether you should talk or not.

“Kitten.”

“I found the condoms. In your bag.” You voice shook. “I know you would never do what he did but still.”

“Goodness.” He murmured, his breath freezing in his lungs. “Fuck. Kitten. Don’t.” He said calmly, with a reassuring tone, coming closer to you, hugging you to his chest, his tender arm coming around your body, while his good one moved under your head, pillowing it. “They’re there from when you came to our concert in Busan. Remember?” He said, kissing the crown of your head. “Remember Busan?”

You nodded. Of course you remembered. “I do.” You had changed birth control and you had used the condoms for safety. And accidentally — since you were already equipped — you had tried anal for the first time, quite to your surprise.

“And I kept them there. Hoping that maybe you could find a way to come to one of the concerts. That maybe we could have a couple nights somewhere.” He explained, intertwining your fingers. “No one else. I swear to God, no one else, Kitten. No one else, ____.”

You relaxed in his hold, kissing his arm under your head. “I’m so sorry. I know you would never. I trust you, but… You know how it feels.”

“I do, love. I know you trust me, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, being so strong, my love.”

“Can you just hold me?” You asked, slowly slipping into complete relaxation. Even though you knew feeling him inside you would be the best form of reassurance, you abandoned the idea. Because, as much as you’d love him to ruin you, what you had missed the most while he was away was his hands combing your hair before falling asleep, his chest expanding and deflating against your back as he slept behind you, his hand gently placed on your chest, while you simply laid there, basking in the peacefulness of being together. You missed combing his hair, feeling the weight of his head resting in your arms, kissing his temple as he laid his head on your shoulder, you watching a movie while he pretended not to nap.

“There you go, Kitten.” He murmured against your nape, sprinkling little pecks all over your upper back. “I missed you.” He whispered, again, losing count of how many times he had said it. His body relaxed behind yours, his mind already thinking how he could possibly offer you true reassurance later — and repay you for the blowjob. In kind. With interests. Once he was sure you were sleeping, he stood up, looking into the drawer of your bedside table and smirking once he found the small case together with the charger.

He considered he’d better recharge it and avoid unfortunate mishaps, he unplugged your bedside lamp and connected the charger, plugging it into the toy. Satisfied with the potential developments, he curled up around you; his eyelids fluttered closed, his yawns becoming stronger and more frequent, sleep conquering his body as your own muscles loosened with Morphean abandon.

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When Yoongi woke, it was already sundown, a gentle orange light coming in from the window. Around seven pm.

First, he noticed that his shoulder felt better. Next, he noticed that you were wearing a shirt.

Disappointing.

And next, he realised that he was home. At your side. In your bed.

Finally, he realised that he hadn’t yet seen you cum. He had been home for around six hours and he had spent the majority of those sleeping. When he could have made you cum on his tongue several times.

He started considering his options.

With quiet and discretion, he parted from your sleeping form, heading for the small drawer where he kept bedsheets, towels, underwear and sleeping clothes. There, under a blanket, he found exactly what he was looking for.

“Yes.” He huffed out, placing his treasure on the drawer and fixing the rest, moving back to the bed together with the soft object. He removed the cold pack from his shoulder and spread the small two-layers blanket on the free side of the bed, planning to lay it out fully once he managed to wake you up.

Now he only had to rouse you.

He arched his eyebrows, thinking of how he could do that without getting his cock bitten off.

You were a very smart and adult woman, but still you took your naps very seriously, acting like a whiny child whenever someone interrupted them.

He crawled on top of the bed, curling up in a ball below you, pressing his knees to his shoulders as he gave a tentative lick on your naked labia, his tongue insinuating between your folds until he found your sweet nectar.

Your hips moved against his face, just barely, an involuntary movement of your body. You were still asleep.

He gave a full lick, as far as your position allowed.

You fussed in your sleep, maybe mumbling his name, or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He lifted your leg just enough to have access to your clit, the tip of his tongue toying with it, tapping it a couple times before he flexed his appendage and rubbed it against your sensitive spot, first in tiny licks, then in circular motions.

“Yoongi,” this time you called for real.

Finally happy with the result, he put down your leg and laid down behind you, placing his palm on your belly and sliding it under the shirt, feeling your naked skin.

“Kitten?” He called, making sure that you were actually awake.

“Yes.” You replied, your voice groggy.

“I want inside.” He murmured at your ear.

“Yes.” You confirmed, mind still a bit hazy with sleep.

“Yes what?” He asked with an arrogant chuckle.

“Inside. Please.” You whimpered, your hand stretching behind you and grabbing his sex.

“Let it be, Kitten. I’ll take care of it.” He slapped your hand away before he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, rubbing his tip against you. “You want it like this?” He said, nibbling your shoulder. “Want me from behind?”

You nodded, lifting your upper leg and hooking it back over his hip, offering him access. “You’re so good at spoons.”

He snickered. “Told you it was good.” He slid the tip in slowly, stretching your hole as the thick, red, spongy head breeched your inner cave. “Remember when we played twenty question here, in my house?” He said, voice raspy as he slid in all the way, stilling only once he bottomed out.

“I do.” You replied with difficulty, through gritted teeth. “I rubbed you through your pants unti you came.”

“You were fingering yourself while jerking me off.” He murmured. “You were there, so open about your pleasure, so unashamed.” He kissed you below your ear, slowly sliding out.

You whimpered as he parted from you, lifting your shirt and pushing his hand to your chest, his fingers immediately tweaking your nipple. You turned your head, trying to meet his lips, almost getting a crick in your neck at the effort. He slid in with a deep stroke, bending over you and joining your mouths.

“In that moment I realised I had to have you.” He groaned against your mouth.

“We hadn’t even kissed and you were thrusting yourself into my hand.” You mewled as he rubbed against the tender tissue inside you. “God, you always hit my sweet spot like this.” You cried out, giving him a few squeezes.

“So tight.” He cried out, purring against your ear. “And I hadn’t kissed you because I was afraid.” He said, almost as if he weren’t trying to possess every inch of you, as if it wasn’t the most difficult thing he had ever done, to stay perfectly still inside you as you milked him.

“Afraid.” You said, provokingly. “Ten dates in two months and you were afraid.”

“I knew that the moment I got my tongue in your mouth, I would never slow down.” He murmured, pulling out just barely before ramming into you. “I wanted to hear you moan for me from the first time I heard your voice. So soft. So sexy.” He groaned against your ear.

His hand moved to the other breast, your gaze focusing downwards, on his skeletal fingers, on the way they spread and constricted around your flesh. “Yoongi, I wanna cum.” You moaned, grinding your hips in circles while he gave tiny thrust that rubbed the head of his cock against your g-spot. “So good.” Your hand reached behind, grabbing his ass cheek and sinking your nails into the flesh, imprinting five red crescents into the skin, scratching it, marking it.

His other arm slid beneath you, fumbling a little as he substituted the one on your breasts, while the other one, a bit freer, moved up, to slip his fingers into your mouth. “Suck them, Kitten. Moan around them.” He said, pressing his index and middle finger on your tongue. “Make them wet before I rub them on your clit.” He murmured, giving small circles with his hips, feeling you clench around him.

“Close.” You moaned while he moved his fingers away from your tongue, right on your sensitive bud.

“Come on. Cum for me.” He groaned, rubbing his palm delicately over your nipple, teasing it barely, only the tip meeting the rough skin of his calluses. “Cum on my cock. Claim it. Come on.” He said, his voice strained, his hips pushing with quick small strokes, focusing on caressing and pressing against your sweet spot.

“Yoo—” You tried to speak his name but your mouth stayed open, a loud scream ripping from your throat, as it all became too much. “Yoongs, wait, fuck, too good!” You screamed as his fingers kept teasing you insistently, overstimulating you. “Yoongs, fuck, another!” You felt his thrusts become faster, harder as your second high approached.

“No no no no, please, stop!” You screeched, trying to tug his wrist away, while he kept it against your mound, tucked in tight.

“You know the word, ____.” He growled as he gave a few final strokes inside you, your whole body shaking with effort, your second high so incredibly strong that it took your voice away, your ears filled with a shrill beeping sound. “So good.” He hummed pushing your back into his chest as he stayed deep inside you, coating your cunt with his seed as he gave a couple tentative thrusts. “So fucking good, Kitten.”

“Yoongi,” you murmured with your voice hoarse.

“The whole neighbourhood will know about you getting that good dick,” He teased, slipping out of you and holding you tight, rolling you on top of him, and then on the other side of the bed, where he had laid the special blanket just for you.

“There’s the blankie.” You said, surprised.

“Yup. I laid the blankie for you.” He said, as he noticed you sitting up and tearing your t-shirt off your torso, throwing it away before you rolled your body on your front.

You smiled and nuzzled into the soft microfiber, anticipating the special treatment you were about to get.

“Are you ready, Kitten?” He asked, rubbing your ass, then letting his finger walk up your spine, carding through your hair and grabbing it, massaging your scalp with his hooked fingers.

“Yes, please.” You said, half still dizzy with your previous orgasms, and half dizzy with the anticipation for the ones that were about to come.

“Would you like to stay on your front?” He asked, stretching to the bedside table and unplugging the device, placing it away from your curious eyes.

“Yes? And then turn around?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Maybe you could play with my boobs, choke me a little, then fuck me again?” You said, arching your back and pushing your ass up, trying to lure him in, and at the same time rubbing your sensitive nipples against the soft fabric.

“Greedy little beast.” He said, patting your head affectionately.

You pushed your face against it, like an obedient little cat.

“Stay put, Kitten. I’ll come back in a second.” He said, dashing for the entry room lightning fast, rummaging in his backpack for his phone, finding it and murmuring a “aha!” before he headed back to the bedroom the small toy still placed in his palm, his fingers wrapped tight around it.

As he entered the bedroom he slowed down, looking at you kneeling with your ass up, your front pressed against the mattress, your arm trapped underneath you as your fingers played peekaboo between your legs, tickling your folds like the long, spindly legs of a spider.

“You got started without me?” He asked, looking at you with his phone in his hand, his other palm unfolding as he let the vaginal vibrator dangle from his fingers pinching the small cord that simplified extraction.

“Fuck it, I love you.” You chuckled, pushing your fingers inside, feeling how deeply he had stretched you.

“You only love me for the sex.” He said, grinning, making the vibrator swing back and forth like a pendulum.

“That’s not true.” You said, whimpering as you hit a really good spot. You giggled. “I also love you because you’re fucking filthy.” You teased.

He grinned his signature gummy smile and brought the toy to his face, his lips parting wide and wrapping around it, sucking it in his mouth.

Your eyes went wide at the gesture, the cord dangling like the tail of a mouse caught in the cat’s clutches.

He crawled behind you, placing down his phone as he caressed the back of you thighs, grabbing your ass and massaging it with his firm, strong hands.

“Put it in?” You asked, wiggling your butt in his grasp.

His right hand parted from your skin, pinching the cord and tugging at it, the toy popping out with a loud noise. “My filthy babe wants her cunt filled?” He asked, licking at his cum as it has oozed out of your slit, coating your inner thighs.

“Please, Yoongi.” You purred, using your fingers to part your labia.

He snickered and placed the toy on your entrance, letting it slide in one millimeter at the time.

You felt every single second of it, the slightly oval shape calling for a barely-there stretch at the tip, but hitting an almost-burning sensation once you reached the widest part, Yoongi devilishly stopping it there, his other hand disappearing from your leg.

That’s when the vibration started. Slow, steady, almost imperceptible.

“Yoongs...” You whined, stretching the vowels in a whining tone.

“Oh, quiet.” He shushed you, putting down the phone to caress your spine, “Be a good girl.” He murmured, scratching your butt before slapping it playfully. “You should keep up with the work out. Look at this ass.” He said, before letting his teeth sink in it.

You screamed, the toy finally sliding all the way in.

The vibrations started propagating inside you, together with his teeth tightening on your flesh. He would leave a mark for sure. It was only a matter of how harsh it would be, how long it would last.

He parted from your butt, pondering for a second whether he thought it a good idea to run his tongue down the junction of the two ass cheeks, teasing the hole in between.

Not yet. He felt like he should discuss it with you first.

To silence his doubts he parted from you, admiring the view, letting it eventually suggest him how to proceed.

He wished he could preserve the moment in his mind forever, even if he couldn’t quite see your face, your pretty nose scrunched and eyes shut as you focused on the feeling between your legs, trying to make it good enough to lead you to pleasure once more.

With his phone he let the intensity of the vibration grow just a bit. A very, very tiny bit.

“More.” You mewled, your fingers rubbing your clit.

There was his suggestion.

Sliding his hand up against your side, then forward, near your belly, he managed to take control of your wrist, pushing it away and trapping it behind your back. “I’m gonna give you more, but that’s all you’re gonna get, Kitten.” He warned, letting his thumb increase the vibration on the touch screen of his phone.

“Fuck it. Yes.” You said, as the stimulus became medium-intense.

And then mild again. “Don’t mess with me please, just please!” You cried out, writhing against nothing, parting your legs wider as he noticed the cord hang between your leg twitching with the tight contractions of your cunt.

“Oh, I shouldn’t?” He raised the controller all the way up.

“YOONGI!” You screamed, your body out of control as your legs gave out, pushing your hips against the mattress, the soft fiber of the blanket feeling divine on the delicate tip of your clit.

And then again the vibration quieted down, your brow furrowing as you felt your eyes get watery, huffing out, panting and grunting as you looked for relief, grinding against the bed desperately.

With a grin he let the vibration flutter on a middle ground, giving you a fleeting feeling of stronger and weaker stimulation.

“How does your tiny cunt feel, Kitten? Is it tight? Wet? Warm?” He asked, provokingly.

“It feels very— Yoongi!” You called again as he let you begin talking comfortably and then turned the vibrations all the way up, making you tear up and cry out his name.

“That’s right.” He said. “It feels me.” He toyed with the cursor on the upper side of the screen, letting it oscillate among the higher values. “It feels only me. Because that’s my cunt.” He said, talking over your small hiccups and whines. “And it’s the only cunt I want to be inside.” He snarled, bringing the controller down low again, your desperate sniffling making him feel compassionate as he let the vibrations go to the maximum and left them there, his torso rising over you as he let a dollop of spit fall from his lips to your puckered hole, his hand leaving your wrist and spreading over your ass, his thumb spreading his spit and pressing enough to cause a stimulation but gently, not to violate your delicate entrance.

“I’m so close.” You cried out, panting, your mouth so dry as you felt the wet slide of his finger between your ass cheeks, on the sensitive skin of your anus, where even the slightest outer pressure echoed inside tenfold.

“Cum for me.” He groaned, picking up your hips and laying his front against your back, rutting his crotch against the seam of your ass.

“I’m— Oh—” You stayed silent as the high rushed over you, an incredible amount of wetness pouring out of your slit, getting caught in the blanket, just the way it was supposed to, the double layer protecting the sheets below. “Oh, Yoongs, babe.” You said, your whole body falling down, your legs kicking and twitching as the vibration stayed too high on your still delicate spot.

“I wanna ride your face, quick I’m gonna c—” You tried to focus on not squirting again, waiting for him to get in place.

Mercifully, he turned down the vibrations, laying on his back, parting your knees and sliding below your pelvis, his mouth immediately finding your clit while you raised your front on your elbows, so you could make more room for him — but also to feel your breasts hang heavily, and to tease your nipples while the whole scene carried out.

Yoongi started sucking almost immediately, one of his hands spread on your ass, rubbing it and squeezing it, the other one toying with the controller, giving you that rhythmic increasing and decreasing stimulation while you got used to the feel of him on your clit.

And once more you were close, your inner muscles shaking violently as he hummed against you, clicking his tongue fast against your delicate bundle of nerves.

And just like that, your hips started undulating gently above him, giving him the sign to leave the vibrations high up as you moved your weight on your hands, raising your upper body to look a his eyes focused on your bouncing tits, on your parted mouth, on your eyes, rolling shut as you gushed on him, your cum covering his upper chest as you grabbed your left breast in your palm, constricting it in your painfully tight fist, while your hips went wild on him, fucking your clit into his mouth, moving so hard and fast that he lost his grip on it while you rubbed yourself all over his face, meeting his nose, his chin and simply chasing the feel of the hard surface of his lineaments against your overstimulated clitoris.

He basked in it, after all the time it had taken to have you this wild, this reckless while his mouth worked his magic on you. You had began your experience with him as a shy novice in the art of getting head, but now here you were, spreading your wetness all over his nose and chin and lips and dammit, forehead too, riding him with the prowess of a tiger, glorious in all your ruthless lust.

He was aroused by your confidence and it took him a while to realise that you had collapsed over him, crying, begging, your legs kicking against the mattress while your hand had left your breast and had tightened its grip into his hair, keeping his face still first while he tried to move it side to side. Now oversensitive, with tears in your eyes, you pushed his head away, down, off of you.

“Yoongi. Please. Oh, god. Icycle, Yoongi. Icycle.” You sobbed, your voice breaking as he quickly found the cord and pulled the vibrator out of you.

And there you were, laying barely alive on the bed, his head under your hips, the toy vibrating on the bed, somewhere.

He allowed himself one brief second before he lifted your hips and slid out from below you. “Kitten,” He said, worried, wiping his face and chest with a corner of the blanket while he switched off the toy, trying to turn you around, on your back, so he could see you properly.

Obeying to his insistent hands, you turned, showing him your eyes rimmed with tears, your wild hair, your chest, still shaking with sobs and hiccups.

“Poor Kitten.” He said, caressing your face. “You had to use your safeword, baby? Are you okay?” He asked, cupping your cheek and kissing you.

You immediately wrapped yourself around him as he laid on top of you, your lower lip pouting. “I want you closer.” You said, grinding your hips against his hard sex.

“Need to be fucked by my cock?” He asked. “Again?” With a gentle expression, he parted from you enough to pump his length a couple times before you felt him enter you.

The sensation was different. With the vibration gone, all you felt was the fullness, the thrusting motion that he started straight away now that your cunt was slippery and wide.

“Hard and fast, love?” He asked, checking on you.

You nodded. “If possible, then yes.” You said. “Can I please touch myself? I’m not sure I can cum without after that...” You explained, his head nodding as he already dove for your tits, tightening his hand around your neck — more precisely your jugular — while his mouth focused on your left nipple.

You felt him beginning to hammer into you, at the beginning with slow, thorough slides that had you feeling every single vein, from the tip to the base. And then he simply focused on the angle, your head growing dizzy as you gurgled his name, helpless, desperate, horny out of your mind, completely fucked out.

“Does it feel good, Kitten?” He asked, releasing your breast and focusing on your neck, biting and leaving a few bruises and hickeys around.

“Always.” You whispered, meeting his thrusts.

“Then move in with me.” He said, pouncing on you in the most unexpected moment.

“What?” You said, trying to open your eyes, to focus on his expression, his crunched nose, his lips parted and his hair sticking to his forehead with wet locks, the vein on his neck popping out every time he thrusted in and bit his lip in an attempt to control himself.

“Move.” Thrust. “In.” Thrust. He said, grunting.

He hit a very good angle, your fingers stilling on your clit. “Yoongi—” With a very smooth stroke, he made your eyes roll close, your lips parting in a tiny word. Very tiny.

“Yes.” You sibilated.

“Yes?” He asked again.

He had probably fucked you dumb and brainless.

“Yes.” You whispered again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good in our home.” He said, ramming in with renewed enthusiasm, finding a speed and an intensity you didn’t think his delicate body could muster.

“Our home.” You murmured, pushing your heels into his butt and meeting his thursts with impatient little moans as you felt your last high approach, your eyes rolling shut as he tightened the pressure on your veins and finally collapsed on top of you, your fingers strumming your clit a couple more times before you felt that definite clenching; his mouth releasing a tiny hum as he gave two small strokes, his lungs releasing a long exhale.

“You’re moving in.” He said, exhausted on top of you. “I love you.”

In the small limbo between death and life, in the postorgasmic bliss of the French ‘small death’, you wore a small smile. “You fucked me dumb enough to make me say yes.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard my D is your kryptonite.” He joked, giggling weakly.

“This was probably your best performance, mr. Min.” You said, patting his head. “Really fucked me dumb. Cunnilingus so good I cried. It’s a ten across the board, love.”

“Well, now that you’re moving in I’ll have a lot more time to defeat my new record. Upgrade. Improve. Elevate.” He nibbled your nipple. “Outdo myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. Good: getting the D anytime. Bad: having multiple near death experiences in a week. I might have to reconsider moving in.” You mumbled, combing his hair.

“I’ll simply have to keep you dumbfucked twenty-four-seven.” He pondered. “Can do.”

You giggled. “Can do.”

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Yuhuuuu sweetheart~!!💖💖💖 I'm back again and this time I'm gonna request for our beautiful vampire boys! I hope this will gonna be the first IkeVamp HC you write? 😏🤭

Anyway, may I request for a HC which MC having a date/day-off BUT with the trio Arthur-Vincent-Theo? XD It's up to you whether you want to make them (MC and the suitors) in a non-romantic relationship (not a couple) or MC already being a girlfriend for one of them (I'd choose Arthur but feel free to pick between the trio! XD).

Last but not least, keep up the good work and I hope you enjoy writing this one! 💖🌟

Heyaaa Asha-San💗😍✨🙋🏻‍♀️💃🏻😘, first of all, thank you so much for supporting me always❤🙇🏻‍♀️💯✨💗😘🤗😇! Secondly, I loveeeee you for asking this request🥺🥺❤❤😘😘✨✨, as this chaotic trio is my most favourite in Ikevamp🤣🥺✨❤! Also, we share same liking again😏❤💃🏻🎉, as I am going with Arthur coz he is my Ikevamp husbando😍✨😏🤣! Lol, this is going to be awesome🤣🤣💗💗! I wanted to write so much more but it was getting too long🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣! Yes, that's my first writing on Ikevamp😏😎😉😂! Thank you once again💗 & without any furthur delay, here we go😏❤~

IKEVAMP HC🧛‍♂️❤:

MC👩🏻 spending her day off with Arthur😏-Vincent🥰-Theo😒💃🏻💗:

A BRIGHT SUNDAY IN THE MANSION😍🌞💗💯 :

As soon as Le Comte stepped out of his room to go outside for an important task🥰, he stumbled over something and barely avoided the fall on the ground gracefully😱. He turned back to look at *something* & it was Leonardo who was as usual sleeping right infront of his door😴. "Leonardo, what is the purpose of the BEDROOM🗣🛌?", Comte rubbed his temples, groaning in annoyance😫 Stressed MOM 24/7😑. "Oh! Hey😏, Comte, good morning🌞! Going out somewhere🥰?", Leonardo smiled at him after waking up from his slumber👀. "Good morning🌞! Yes, thanks to you, I almost fell down😒🤦🏻‍♂️!", said Comte sighing, shaking his head. "Have a great day😁!", Leonardo grinned. "Same to you☺️!", Comte nodded & went for his work. Mozart was as usual cooped up in his room, playing his piano happily🎹💗🥰 boi is at peace, no nuisance as of now😌🤘🏻. Napolean and Jean were doing their usual morning warm-up exercise sparring with each other happily⚔🤺. Vincent was painting happily💛👨🏻‍🎨🖼🎨 in his room while Theo was sleeping on his dear brother's sofa🛌😴 a rare moment as this grumpy boi is mostly busy✍ and he was forced by Vincent to take a break from work and take it easy💛🥰😂. You gifted a sketchbook📒💛 to Vincent on his birthday and he thought it was a very great opportunity to use it💛🥰😇. Cue-Vincent drawing a rough sketch of his grumpy😒, adorable broer Theo😍💛 while he was sleeping😴, he was quite satisfied with the results💯💛🥰😇 and he giggled looking at Theo, admiring his younger broer😆😍💛. Stop killing us with your sweetness, Vincent🗣💛😍! Someone was as usually teasing Issac sitting in the parlour room😏. "Hey Ai-kun, do you want to start your day by eating apples🍎?" "Ugh, go away😫😑🤦🏻‍♂️!", Issac grunted, annoyed🙄😒 at having his beautiful morning destroyed by Dazai as he thought to go on his jumping from windows adventure😎🏃🏻‍♂️😏. Sebastian was busy drying the bedsheets outside in the garden👨🏻‍💼💯.

"Geeeez, stop hugging me, Arthur😒🤦🏻‍♀️, can't you see, I am making pancakes😂?", you said to your boyfriend🥰💛 favourite hero😎 who was being clingy🤗, not that you don't love it but in the kitchen, when you were cooking👩🏻‍🍳, it felt so awkward😅, your gaze was constantly shifting towards your pan as well as the entrance of the kitchen👁👄👁.

"Mmm, luv, I missed youuu sooo much🥰😘🤗💗!", Arthur said with a deep morning voice, nuzzling your neck taking your sweet scent embracing you from behind🤗😍. "It's hardly 10 minutes from the moment I left the room😂!", you giggled flipping the pancake on the pan🥞💗😋.

Your dear lover💗 had been writing another Sherlock🕵🏻‍♂️ fiction staying up most of the last night while you were busy in the cleaning of the huge mansion💯🧹🧼. When he was finished writing about his most hated😒 recognized creation🕵🏻‍♂️💯, he sighed stretching his hands sore from writing by sitting in the same position for a long time🙆🏻‍♂️😌. He turned to look towards the door missing your warmth so much🥺💗, he was feeling very moody due to your absence☹, "Where are you, luv🥺💗?", he murmured sadly and walks towards the door to bring you back already🚶🏻‍♂️ soft boi love you so much❤💯😍🥰🤗😘.

But before he could touch the doorknob🚪, he heard the light steps from outside thanks to his vampiric powers🧛🏻‍♂️, he already knew that the love of his life❤😍💯 was finally coming in the room after a long, tiring day🙆🏻‍♀️. His heart was dancing with happiness🕺🏻💗, he quickly dashed back towards his chair🏃🏻‍♂️ and pretended to be asleep😴💗 putting his head down with the most innocent sleeping face🥰😴.

"Arthur, I am back🙆🏻‍♀️💃🏻~ooopsss😯🤐", you opened the door excitedly after getting nod from Sebastian for off from work finally to find him sleeping on his desk😴. Cue- you melting at the sight of his adorable sleeping face🥰💗😍🥺. You walked towards him and settled the hot coffee☕ on his table and it took all of Arthur's mental strength to not stir😴😅 sensing the sweet aroma of his favourite coffee💗. "I brought your coffee & here you are sleeping already😂🥰💗!", you murmured softly, giggling to yourself. You sat beside him and took his spectacles off for him👓, careful not to wake him up😴💗👀 Girl, he is ACTING🗣🤦🏻‍♀️. You gently caressed his dark blue hair💗🥰 & it took all of his strength to NOT❌ purr at your touch🥰💗. "You are so adorable😍, you know that🥰? I lovee you so much💗!", you said with a very warm smile🥰😇. *bathump💓* *bathump💓* *bathump💓* "Who could have thought that a rotten flirt😏😂💗 like you had such a gentle heart hidden behind it❤😍? Ah🙆🏻‍♀️! Whenever I look at you, you do some crazy things to my poor heart, your loving gaze👀💗, your sweet words😘, your feelings for me💗, I cannot even describe the happiness💙🥰 you give to me and I love you so much that even words cannot encompass it💗🥰. She kissed him softly on his cheek😘💗. Arthur's heart couldn't take it anymore💓💥.

His cheeks went flushed red despite himself😳💗. "Ugh😣, this is so unfair🤦🏻‍♂️😐!", Arthur exclaimed looking at you with an adorable pout on his face☹💗. "GAAH😱! You were pretending to be asleep😳😯😱?", you exclaimed, eyes wide with shock as you straightened up. "And how can you be anymore sweet than you already are when I am not aware of it😫🤦🏻‍♂️🙈?", said Arthur hiding his face in his palms. "Awwww💗, you are like a cute kid right now💗🥰😘😏!", you said teasing him ruffling his hair. "By jove, stop it luv😲😌!", he sighed, the tips of his ears red😳🙈. He hugged you to hid his face in the crook of your neck🤗💗. You giggled and returned his hug😂🤗, kissing his temple gently😘💗. "Now, drink your coffee and go to sleep☕!", Arthur nodded like a happy pup which made your heart beam with happiness🐶💗. "Your coffee drinking habits are so strange😂😂💗💗!", you laughed happily while he sipped his coffee☕. "MC, hug me🥺💗, I missed you so much today😢🤗❣!", Arthur requested you with a very soft tone💗🥺🎶. "Awww, come hereee💗😍!", you called him patting the side of his bed to which he happily obliged like a cute kid💯😍❣. You extended your arms infront of him🤗💗 as he accepted the warm embrace😍🎶🤗💗 and he rested his head on your chest and you caressed his hair💗. BEST FEELING FOR HIM💯❣"I feel so safe here in your arms!", Arthur whispered happily💗😍💯. "Aww I feel so happy 😍✨❣, now sleep, you must be quite tired💗😍😂", you said closing his eyes while gently massaging his back💗. "Mmm, goodnight love😴💗!", he said with a very satisfied smile on his face💗✨🥰💯.

BACK TO PRESENT SCENARIO:

"Now, now, dear, let me go, if someone enters in the kitchen👀😳😱----", you said as you tried to wriggled out his arms😨. "Mmmm, noooooo, luuuuuv, you are so warm💗😘😍🤗!", Arthur said with a happy and gentle smile as he tighten his hold around your waist hehehehe💗. "I am so hungry MC, are the pancakes🥞--", Theo came inside with his hands shoved in the packet excitedly☺️🥰 but froze at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen😐. Theo-😑🤦🏻‍♂️, Arthur-🤨🙄, MC-😱😳. "Oi klootzak, get away from Hondje🗣, this is kitchen, not a place to make love🙄, do that in your bedroom🤦🏻‍♂️😒!", Theo sighed, glaring at Arthur😠. "Hey, Theoooo, you have insufferable timing🤨, though a very good morning🌞😏!", Arthur grinned at his best friend😁💗. "Let go of me right now🙂!", you whispered to Arthur with a threatening tone⚠️ but he pretended not to hear you for the moment👀😏.

"What happened, Theo, why are you standing here in the middle of the kitchen🤔👀?", Vincent came inside with a bright smile on his face🥰😇. Brotherly Shriek "NOOOOO😱! BROER! NOTHING IS HERE🙅🏻‍♂️!", said Theo turning back to cover Vincent's pure eyes🙈 & hissing at Arthur to get away from you🗣😡. "Arthur🙂?", you said smiling at him with all the love in your eyes👀💗. "Yes, luv😏💗?", he smirked leaning closer to you🥰💗😍🤗. You stepped on his foot all the while smiling at him🙂 which finally made him let go of you & you can finally breathe😤😌. "Ouch😫!", he clutched his foot in pain. "Arthur, what happened😳? Theo, why are you covering my eyes🙈?", Vincent asked, extremely confused🤔. Theo grinned at Arthur😁 and gave a proud nod towards you😏👍🏻 and removed his hands covering his dear brother's eyes🥰💗. "Theo is joking with you😂🥰💗, good morning, Vincent💗", you said greeting him with a very warm and happy smile😇💗. "Hehehehe Theo😂, you are such an adorable brother🥰🤗💗, good morning, MC & Arthur😍😇!", Vincent replied with a soft chuckle😆. Cue-Theo blushing happily💗🥰. "Good morning🙂!", Arthur replied with a fake smile. "Hondje🐕, go fetch me pancakes🥞💗!", Theo said with a bossy tone😎.

"Breakfast Time💗!", you smiled happily as you brought the Dutch brothers' favourite pancakes🥞💗 and Arthur's favourite fudge in the dining hall and placed it on the table infront of the brothers🥰😇😋. The brothers' eyes were literally shining with happiness🥰💗. Theo pour the mayple syrup over pancakes🥞 or it's the other way around🤔😏 while Vincent began eating the pancakes💗🥞 without stopping to even breathe. He looked so adorable eating like a squirrel🐿💗 *chomp* *chomp* *chomp*. You were so glad to see the brothers enjoying the breakfast made by you so much💗🥰😋😍.

Arthur was silently groaning in pain sitting on the side chair🤐😓 and you wondered whether you stepped on his foot with more strength than intended😨😳. "Did I hit you too hard😥?", you whispered to Arthur, concern written all over your face. "Hmph😒😠!", Arthur turned away from you, a deep frown with a angry pout on his beautiful facial features as he tried to go outside the dining hall🏃🏻‍♂️. You suddenly felt guilty for hurting him☹. "Arthur, where are you going🤔😳?", Vincent asked looking at him. "I am not hungry, you both continue🙂!", he replied. "Oi klootzak, sit back down and eat before it gets cold😒🙄!", Theo said rolling his eyes. "Theo!", Vincent scolded him lightly🤨.

You went running towards him🏃🏻‍♀️ and embraced him from behind🤗💗 and said in a very soft tone, apologizing to him☹, "I am extremely sorry, Arthur, don't vent your anger by staying hungry, pleaseeee😥😓!". Cue-Theo and Vincent gaping at both of you😳😲, shock written over their faces seeing your open affection for him😳, their forks paused in the air🍴Yes! Completely alike, they are brothers, afterall😏👬. Vincent almost chokes but Theo quickly gave him a glass of water. Hondje, are you trying to kill my broer🗣?! Arthur's anger melt away at your soothing voice & comforting hug🤗💗😌. He turned around in your arms and smiles at you💗☺️, "You are really adorable dove, I can't even stay angry with you💗😌😂", he embraced you gently making you sigh with relief🤗😌, "Thank you🥰😍💗!", you hugged him back happily🤗.

"But, I will forgive you on one condition😏?", Arthur winks at you😉. "Now, what is it😳🤨🤨?", you asked him with raised eyebrows, suspicious of his smirk. "Feed me fudge😁😍!", Arthur grinned at her. Cue-sound of Theo slapping his forehead🤦🏻‍♂️ & Vincent blushing furiously at his words😳. "Are you really sure😅?", you smiled at him awkwardly looking back towards the brothers😅. "Absolutely, sweetheart💗😁😍!", he replied with a playful grin. "Spare me this physical display of affection🙄😑😠!", Theo sighed, glaring at him. "You are not going anywhere, my best friend💗😎🙅🏻‍♂️!", Arthur said wrapping his hand around his broad shoulder😏. "Who is your best friend, klootzak😠?", Theo glared at him. "You are my best friend, I know you even love me so much💗😍😏👬!", Arthur hugged him🤗. "Ugh, gross, get off me😑🙄😒!", Theo said angrily trying to push Arthur off his shoulders😠. Vincent chuckled happily looking at the conversation b/w them😂💗😍. Cue-Theo's heart dancing & overflowing with love for his brother😍💗🕺🏻 obviously platonic😂.

So you feed him the fudge while Arthur wore the most smug look on his face😏💗💯 while Theo crossed his arms around his chest & rolls his eyes🙄 whereas on the other hand, Vincent had a faint blush covering his cheeks🥰💗 while he wore his usual sweet and angelic smile as he watches you both happily😇💗 blessing you both internally🙌🏻. You were obviously flustered under their gazes😳🙈 and Arthur was enjoying the cute look on your face, 100%😏💗👍🏻. Curse you, sherlock writer🙄😒🤣🤣!

As all of them finished eating their breakfast and preparing to leave the dining hall when you came with this amazing idea💗💯😍. "Theo? Vincent?👀💛", you called the brothers. They both turned back at the same time to look at you🤔. Arthur looks at you curiously👀, already knowing by the look in your eyes that you are going to request something from the Dutch brothers💛👀🙏🏻. "So I wanted to tell you both that today is my holiday from work & luckily you both are also free today, so can you both spend this bright day with me😍💛🥰🙏🏻?", you looked at the brothers in anticipation giving the most adorably puppy look you could muster towards them🐶💛. Cue Arthur (offended gasp)- Hey luv, what about me😱?

The brothers turn to look at each other and back at you with happy smiles🥰💗. "Obviously, MC, we would love to spend our day with you😇🥰💯! Isn't it Theo☺️?", Vincent sweetly smiled at you while directing his gaze towards his younger brother👀💛. "Heh😏! If it's an request from our knabbeltje🐶, I have to fulfill her wish or else she will bite us🤣😏!", Theo smirked happily while giving you a head-pat. "I am not a puppy, Theo☹!", you pouted as he gave you head pat like he would give to his dear dog, King🐕. "Knock it off, Theo🙅🏻‍♂️🙍🏻‍♂️!", said Arthur as he removed Theo's hand from your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him🤗💗. "Broer, we should get ready for the day🥰!", Theo smiled happily at Vincent. "Yes, Theo! Let's go💗😇!", said Vincent excitedly dragging him outside. "Be a good hondje and meet us in half at hour at the foyer😏🐕💗!", said Theo flashing a smirk at you. You nodded with a happy grin towards him😁💗. You turned to him and he was pouting adorably as you squeezed his cheeks😂😍, "You should know that you are always going to be with me with no questions😏💗😍!", you smiled giddily at him and his pout disappeared and replaces with a soft smile at you as he kissed you gently making you blush😘💗🙈.

Arthur came towards you with a helpless look on his face🥺 when you were getting ready for the day😍💁🏻‍♀️💄. "What happened, Arthur🤔?", you asked him curiously. "Luv, please help me with this collar😩!", he said, groaning. "Why, suddenly👀? You always adjust your collar yourself, don't you😏?", you smirked at him. Arthur looks at you with the pleading gaze🙁 while you giggle happily😂💗🥰😍. Well, wrong move, as soon as you came within his reach😏, he wraps his arms around your waist with a killer smile as you adjusted his collar😍. It was hard not to stare at his jaw, neck and his chest while you were at it👀, he is so stunning💯💗😍, your heart couldn't stop pounding wildly in your chest💓 TOO DISTRACTING. "Luv, you are blushing😏💗😁!", Arthur grinned at you. "Obviously, I will, you are so perfect, damn it💯🙈💗😠!", you pouted at him flashing a fake glare at him to hide your reddening cheeks😕🙈. Arthur.exe.stopped.working🤯. He was taken aback by your sudden genuine and adorable revelation😲 and he chuckled happily while his laughter ring in your ears😂💗, he kissed your forehead and hide you in his arms💗🤗😘, "You can blush as much as you want near me😏!", Arthur said with a very playful tone. "Arthur, I can't breathe😨!", you said, your head spinning😵. Why MC, is it because of tight hug or his features, if you know what I mean *ehem* 😏? Arthur releases you from his embrace but doesn't let go of you as he stare at you with loving eyes😍💗. The pure & a very happy smile on his face✨😍💗🥰 towards melts you into the puddle😍💓.

When you both went to the foyer, the dutch brothers were already waiting for you⏳. "You are late, hondje🐕! Why😒?", asked Theo grumpily. You quickly flashed a glare 😠😒 at your boyfriend who was grinning besides you😎😁. "Thanks to him, we got 10 mins late🤦🏻‍♀️! Sorry🙇🏻‍♀️!", you said with a sweet & apologetic smile😅. "Don't worry MC, we are glad that you both are finally here😍💗! Let's go🕺🏻!", Vincent smiled at you happily and walks outside😍💗. Theo shoved his hands into his pockets as he walks along with his brother as you both followed them, holding hands💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♂️🤝🏻💗. As soon as you both stepped outside, all of you caught the sight of two adorable bundle of happiness💗😍. King and Vic leapt on Theo and you respectively🐕 as you stumble back from the impact😨 and Theo fell down🤣. "King! Get off me, boy! Sit back down🗣!", Theo ordered King but the happy dog couldn't stop showering him with kisses🐕😘💗. Arthur was laughing hard seeing Theo at the mercy of his dear dog🤣. "Stupid mutt! I will get back at you😡!", Theo glared at Arthur. Even Vincent was laughing at his adorable brother😂 who was struggling with his pet😩 and flashed helpless look towards his elder brother🥺. "Broer, I am happy that you are laughing🥰 but pleaseeee help me😢!", Theo groaned😫. "Okay, okay, sorry Theo😂💗!", Vincent laughed as he helped Theo to get up🤝🏻 and patted King's head as the golden retriever wagged his tail happily🐕💗. Vic settled himself in your arms as you stroked his back smiling happily and kissing his head🥰😘. Cue-Arthur being jealous🙍🏻‍♂️.

He stood infront of you and poked his cheeks😏💗. You understood his intentions and you smirked at him😏 as you pushed his face away😂🤣 and ran together with Vic, laughing at his stunned expression😲. "MC, you are not getting away😏!", Arthur said as he followed you. Arthur caught you both in his embrace as you both were laughing while Vic looks at both of you happily with twinkle in his eyes👀✨ from under your arms🤗💗. "Stupid kids😒!", Theo grunted. "Theo🤨", Vincent raised his eyebrow at him. "Sorry🙇🏻‍♂️!", he straightens up. "That's my good boy😍🥰💗!", said Vincent returning to his usual sweet, angelic smile as he patted his head😇. "Bro...Broer...😱😲! Why..why are you patting my head like I am a dog...🐕😳?!", Theo asked, blushing furiously, his mind went blank, as he stared at Vincent, dumbfounded🤐😯. His elder brother only chuckled at his question and adorably flustered expression😂💗😍. Theo wouldn't admit but he loves getting pampered by his elder and dear brother😍💗💯✨. You all played with your favourite four-legged companions🐕💗. Cue-Theo smiling so softly while giving treats to the dogs☺️🤗. "Theo, you are smiling! Can you smile like that for me😏💗?", Arthur smirked as he stood beside him. Theo grabbed him from his collar and raised a fist towards to hit him, "I would gladly punch you👊🏻😠!", said Theo as he glared at his bestfriend. "Schei uit, Theo🤨! Be nice!", Vincent again saved Arthur from the clutches of Theo again💯😇✨ by squeezing his cheeks. "Uwaah...Bro..Broer...😯", Theo said, embarrassed😳. Arthur snickered😂🤭. You couldn't stop laughing at the funny scene infront of you🤣🤣 while they all turn to look towards you and smile happily themselves🥰❤.

You all would definitely go to the art gallery✨😍🖼. Your eyes would literally shine with excitement going through the amazing creations of the artists💗💯✨😍. Cue-Theo smiling proudly😏. Vincent would gladly join you and tell you his perceptions about the meaning behind every painting❤😇😍💯. "Heh😏! She looks so adorable😍❤🥰!", Arthur said happily as he looks at your happiness😍💗✨. "She is an intelligent hondje to recognize the true art🐕💯🖼!", Theo said proudly. "Obviously, she is perfect, afterall she is my luv💯✨😍💗!", Arthur said smirking at him😏. "Now, don't get too cocky, Arthur😒!", Theo sighed at him & let out a happily smile☺️.

As you all went outside, you wore a devilish smirk on your face😈 as you caught the sight of something very useful. This is going to be so much fun💯✨🤣🤣. "Theooo😍❤🥰~!", you said in a very sweet voice🎶. "You are freaking me out😳, Hondje, what's with the sudden change in your attitude🤨🤔?", Theo asked, glaring at you, his tone extremely suspicious👀. You turned to look at him😍 and he let out a horror scream😱, "BROER😱!". Cue-Vincent and Arthur: R.I.P ears🙉. "HONDJE! WHAT THE HELL😱! DON'T BRING THAT THING CLOSE TO ME! KEEP THAT AWAY😱!", Theo shrieked as you stepped closer towards him😈. You held a very beautiful and adorable white cat right infront of his face😏😻. "Promise me you would stop treating me like a dog😏🐕!", you grinned mischievously as you brought the cat more closer towards him😻. "THAT'S NEVER HAPPENING😱! BROER🗣!", Theo nearly burst into tears😢 as he ran away from you as you gave him a long chase🏃🏻‍♂️😻👈🏻🏃🏻‍♀️. Cue-Arthur wheezing hard🤣💯 and Vincent shaking his head, facepalming🤦🏻‍♂️ and letting out a worried smile😅.

"I will never forgive you, Hondje😡!", Theo said glaring at you, extremely infuriated. "I am extremely sorry I took it too far🙇🏻‍♀️, I was merely teasing you🤷🏻‍♀️, pleaseee💗! I will make you load of pancakes🥞 and help you in your work tomorrow😍💯💗🥺!", you pleaded him trying to seek forgiveness of your friend💗. "Theo, she didn't mean it in a bad way🤷🏻‍♂️, please forgive her☺️!", said Vincent trying to convince his brother with a very soft smile💗🤗. Theo sighed hearing his brother's words and nodded "Fine😌!". "Thank you Theo💛☺️!", you smiled extremely relieved. "Honestly Theo, you are such a baby🤣🤣!", Arthur was laughing remembering that comical chase. "Shut up! I will wipe that stupid smile off your face right now😡👊🏻!", Theo said angrily grabbing his collar again. "Theo, calm down🤨!" "Yes, broer🙇🏻‍♂️!".

As you all were walking on the road of Paris, you spotted a small girl crying👧🏻😭. "What happened dear? Why are you crying😥?", you went over to him and get down to match her height as the three men came behind you, their faces showing extreme concern for the little girl🤔😥. "I am lost😭!", the girl wailed as you wrapped her in your embrace🤗💗. "Little girl👧🏻, you are with me, you will found your mommy very soon💯💗😍! Happy😏🕵🏻‍♂️?", Arthur said with a very gentle smile trying to cheer the girl up by wiping her tears🥰🤗. "Yes, this extremely stupid man is good in these cases😏!", Theo commented. You tried to stifle your laughter hearing his words🤭. "Theo, you are a devil👿, was that an compliment or an insult🤨😒?", Arthur asked, frowning at him😩. "Stop, you will make me blush🥰, the choice is yours for the question😎💯😏", Theo replied with a smirk which made the little girl laugh🤣 making everyone relaxed🥰💗. "Now, sweet little girl👧🏻, tell me everything🕵🏻‍♂️!", Arthur asked her about the details. Taking all clues into consideration, he found her mother in no time🕵🏻‍♂️💯😎. The little girl was so happy after finding her mother😍👩‍👧, she threw her arms around him and kissed on his cheek😘🤗💗. "Thank you so much, Mr.Detective🕵🏻‍♂️💯!", the girl said with a cheerful voice😍. You melted at the sight of Arthur's face wearing a very gentle smile and his eyes moist🥺 & shining with happiness✨💗. Theo and Vincent smiled happily standing besides each other seeing the little girl reunite with her mother👩‍👧, they nodded at each other happily😍👬.

You all went to the park to eat the delicious lunch made by Sebastian💗😍🥰. "Delicious😋💗💯✨!", you exclaimed happily while eating the food. Theo, Vincent and Arthur nodded👍🏻, enjoying themselves in the garden filled with various colourful flowers including sunflowers🌻🌹🌸🌷. Arthur lay down on your lap while you comb through his hair using your fingers, smiling gently at him🥰😍💗 while he let out an extremely satisfied sigh with his eyes closed😍💗. On the other hand, Theo was already sleeping on Vincent's lap😴 while he draws happily on his sketchbook with a soft smile on his face🎨🖼👨‍🎨💗😍. Even Arthur fell asleep when you were caressing his hair with utmost love😴💗. "They both looks so adorable, don't they Vincent😍💗🤭?", you asked murmuring happily. "Yes, I love them💗! I feel so blessed😇!", said Vincent happily. "So do I💯😇", you nodded happily. When they both woke up, it was near sunset and curiosity got the better of Theo as he noticed Vincent's sketchbook🤔👀. "Broer, what did you draw today🥰😍💗? Please show me👀!", Theo requested him🙇🏻‍♂️. His eyes went wide as he stared at his brother's art of him sleeping on the sofa during morning and him playing with King😱😲, he exclaimed happily, "MAGNIFICENT💯✨💗! I love you, broer💗!", he couldn't stop himself from crying😭 and hugged Vincent tightly making him stumble back a little🤗💗. "Waaah! Theo! Hehehe! I love you too💗😆🥰🤗😇!", Vincent giggled as he rubbed his back gently as his younger brother cried😭😭. You and Arthur looked at each other👫🏻 and smiled at them happily🥰. "You looked adorable while crying😏!", Arthur said giggling. "I was not crying😒! I will kill you😡!", Theo replied glaring at him. "Aww, but I know you adore me so much to kill me~🎶💗😏!", Arthur laughed happily🤣. You and Vincent giggled happily😂😂💗💗.

You all would go to various shops with Vincent and Theo purchasing all the art materials🖼🎨👨🏻‍🎨💗🥰 while you would have to dragged pouting Arthur☹ away from purchasing too expensive items❌🙅🏻‍♀️. "Arthur, noooo!" "Dove, pleaseee💗🥺" "Noooo🙅🏻‍♀️". Vincent shook his head, smiling gently🥰💛 while Theo grins like a sadist seeing Arthur's misery😏😂👍🏻. Theo: Noo👁👄👁! Finally you settled on a very beautiful floral dress 🥀 as a gift from Arthur for always working hard, taking care of everyone💯😍 and for just simply loving him💗😍😘 👗. He was smiling like he won everything in the world after you accepted his gift😍💗🥰💛😘🤗. Even you gifted him a ink pen, which made him extremely happy💗😍🕺🏻🤗💛💯.

You all went to the cafe to enjoy drinks🍻💗🎉🎊 & chat over random topics😂😏😒🥰 when Theo and Arthur drank too much🥃. "I loveeeee MC so much💗🥰~!! She is so adorableeee~😍😘🤗🎶! Ah, my heart can't stay calm💓! She brings happiness to this old chap's life🥺❣🌞✨!", Arthur said slurring on his words. "I loveeee my brother so much💗😍! He is toooo kind🥰, he is an angel😇, he is such an talented artist👨🏻‍🎨🎨🖼! He is the best!", said Theo, his cheeks flushed. "MC is best💯💗!" "Broer is best💯💗!" "MC🙋🏻‍♀️!" "Broer🙋🏻‍♂️!" "Stop it, you two🤣🤣!", you said laughing trying to hide your embarrassment hearing Arthur's feelings for yourself🥺😍💗🥰🙈. Even Vincent couldn't stop blushing furiously hearing Theo's words of appreciation for him😍😳🙈💗🥰. "You both are so adorable🤣🤣💗💗!", Vincent chuckled at both of them happily. Arthur and Theo hugged you and Vincent🤗💗 respectively while you both were dragging them outside on their feet infront of so many people🤣👥🤣. "Are you okay there, MC😯? Shall I help you with Arthur🤔?", Vincent asked helping Theo to walk with extreme ease strong angel😇💪🏻😎💯. "I am but he is 💯 times more clingy right now as compared to when he is sober though he is so cuteee🥰🤗🤣💗😍!", you said while giggling and poking his cheek😍😘🤣 while his arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he staggered😌 but you held him properly💗💯😍. "Hehehe, MC, I love youuuu~🎶💗😂🥰!", said Arthur happily. "I lovee you too🎶💗~!", you replied him with the same smile as his as you and Vincent carried the boys back to the mansion🥰💗. You and Vincent🥰 said your goodnight to each other🥰💗 as he carried sleeping Theo over his shoulder back towards him room😴.

You helped Arthur to get into the bed while he was still singing praises about you in his dreamlike state, "You are so precious to me, MC💗👸🏻😍", Arthur said with a very happy smile💗💯🎶😍. You smiled giddily as you put the covers over him while he pulled you in the bed😱 and wraps his arms around you gently, your head on his strong chest💗🎶💯, you stayed there❣, in his comforting warmth🥰💗, listening to his heartbeat💓💯🎶😍, when he whispers in a sleepy tone, "Sleep well my dear, luv..zzzz...😍💗😴!", Arthur said with a sleepy and gentle tone as he fell deep asleep😴💗. "Hehehe🤭💗, you too, dear Arthur😍💗😘🥰!", you kissed him on his cheek😘 as you drifted off to sleep as well💗😴.

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kneipho · 3 years

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Hope Springs Eternal Part 1

I shivered

palpably in response to the stimulus of this auspicious winter morning as though I were a nervous acolyte on his first day of probation.

It was that benchmark event called my Birthday.

Like Christmas and Easter they have this annular ring in every sense.

Dates and their import. I was raised to have the healthiest respect for them.

A rendezvous of another kind awaited me later in the day that was seasonal in another sense.

But that just added a certain spring to my step.

Entering my eight decade on earth I dragged that motley crew of bones about me.

Like a hod carrier carting clusters of smokeless polish coal for some imperious client.

But the mind has immense powers waiting to be tapped.

A mineral rich load, a vein of resources with targeted thoughts that were the match for any prescription medicine.

Age is but a number and they can be sung in harmony with one’s universe or jarringly and at odds.

I’m a late in life poet with lines very gingerly crafted at this point in time.

My aunt Virginia who raised me when my mother died started the revolution in my thinking.

“Your mind should be a diary.

Always take note of what’s happening around you and when it happened.

Time, dates, everything.

It always comes in useful.”

She said in that nuanced tonic sol fa accent of hers.

Virginia instilled in me this most functional regard for which I am eternally grateful.

Her words about dates and time echoed continually through the recesses of mind to my ultimate benefit.

I had the required notepad and pen at hand to record anything I could sculpt into a creative ode.

As of yet

a title eluded me but maybe something lustrous, radiant romantic would be apt.

Quite a lot has been composed already much to my surprise.

Virginia’s advice and the embryonic epic planted fertile shoots in my head as I entered the kitchen.

I called it my domain.

Structured in an algebraic fashion with proximity dovetailing elegance it resembled a gallery.

The sink and shrouded tap heads my first port of call.

Stooping over archly I filled a gleaming white plastic jug kettle for that morale boosting first cup of tea.

As I sipped my tea the insights Virginia kindly bequeathed started flooding back.

Those condensed pearls of wisdom regarding time and it’s ambience.

Optimism and cheer were her other passions.

As well as paying attention.

“Focus on your environment. There is joy in abundance.” Virginia opined.

“A treasure trove awaits for those who concentrate.” She said.

“Where there is joy there’s hope.

Time and hope are intertwined.”

Never losing a chance to stress matters time-related.

Typical Virginia logic.

I’m taking it more seriously now as my respect for that statute of limitations called life expectancy approaches.

This lady’s pointers were manfully ingested as my tea stained cup wobbled in my right hand with it’s rivulet of veins.

The tea leaves scattered wildly in that microcosm of a drinking vessel had a fleeting fascination for me.

But as I scanned my surroundings with the eye of a keyhole surgeon I couldn’t help but notice something else.

The kaleidoscope of colour filling the french panel window in front of the kitchen sink.

Window drabness red carded with the zeal of a strict umpire dismissing an offending player.

My intuition told me to brace myself for events both surprising and anticipated .

This afternoon’s engagement is to the forefront of my mind and for good reason.

Think I’ll leave the cell phone behind.

Or did I hear it go off?

My device was of the more crowded cumbersome type with stubborn square buttons that even the more dexterous hand would find difficult to navigate.

The fingers slipped involuntarily like I sometimes did on those treacherous black ice patches.

“It’ll wait. Can’t really be that important.” I said to myself.

It was one of those phones that emitted this discordant buzz when some arrant nuisance rings at the most inopportune time which is often.

“No … face the morning and it’s canvas of brittle prospect.” Speaking with eloquent pride to myself, Hamilton Lake.

Walking outside on this my 78th birthday could be seen as an obstacle course.

I’ve always had a thing about posture.

The feet must be properly positioned and ready for anything unexpected.

The steps from my house could be awkward and angular with hidden crevices.

Those rugged pockmarks gouged out by the chisel of that tyrant called the elements.

The inherent beauty of garden plants, on the other hand,

purged whatever sluggishness there was in my frame.

Their spectral tint and gravity defying droop gave my eyes an optic fillip.

Green border shrubs and yellow rose petals bore a magic that defied description.

Albeit with telltale winter stains.

But the mindfulness of gait and knowing that slippage could be fatal moderated my enthusiasm about my settings.

Onto the yard and then the slope towards town with a propensity for the occasional wobble notwithstanding.

A downward denouement laced with grit and optimism.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered with tufts of flickering grass cavorting about in a light south east breeze.

Haywire brambles whose overlapping tentacles were embedded in every mound or patch.

Star shaped brown leaves as veiled cover for those sharp spines sticking out.

The bane of every bulging blood vessel.

An ice clad descent that can either capsize or upend even the most determined stride.

Ice that most deceptive gloss that far too easily masks it’s latent perils.

Irrespective I continued unabashed.

The heart, portent of fragility, bruising barometer of one’s twilight moment can be an ally.

A motivator of noble human impulse.

My rainbow tipped walking stick was my elder compass.

A bearing locator for crazy paving pavement slabs.

Those structures fractured by peculiarities of sudden temperature with their plummets and summits!

But focus though impaired was motivated by a stoic forbearance imbued with fire in the soul.

Virginia’s velvet toned voice enjoined on us at home to watch the clouds.

The wispy contours, greyed over forms, wooly frills and outlines drifting overhead.

She also warned of their penchant for unleashing torrents which could spoil the daily strolls of even the most ernest of ramblers.

Today the clouds weaved their way across that azure blue path called the sky.

Curiously enough the self same clouds added to their repertoire by the graceful skirting of rooftops and faraway rock formations on the outskirts of town.

“Clouds are a heavenly canvas. A floating exhibit of the firmament.

They inspire poets, works of art.” Virginia said.

They were doing just that in my case with aplomb.

The planned mysterious link up was never lost sight of amid Virginia’s majestic musings.

“Use your imagination or your imagination will use you. The borders between make belief and the real world must always be maintained.

Imaginings of every kind can be triggered by just about anything familiar.

They can assume a life of their own.”

Wonderful counsel from a wonderful woman.

Virginia, however, unlike some philosophers had a marvelous sense of humor but abhorred the canned, corny variety.

Although such humor couldn’t always be avoided I was mindful of her sensitivity on the subject.

Meticulously taking out that pad again I scribbled a few more lines.

It’s beginning to fill up.

The only thing that remains is to have someone to dedicate it to.

The human eye, a person’s best camera turned to the leach like ivy carpet which clung with tenacity to the grey grained stone wall narrowly to my right.

Preserving their corporeal integrity and playing their part while going largely unobserved.

Fir trees, enclosed by pavement railings and gardens had an overwhelming stillness about them.

An unyielding rooted presence.

They too are age defiant when cultivated and getting the right supports.

These trees act as filters for the dust, smoke and fumed manifestations of the modern manufacturer.

Urban heat island effect offset and mitigated.

All these details forensically noted.

A sudden wakening ensued.

“Hi there, Hamilton. Lovely morning for a stroll.”

My inner space rightly interrupted for a different reality.

“Maybe we’ll meet later at one of your favourite spots or a coffee shop.”

Local teens, Sonia and Winfred with whom I regularly crossed paths and swopped pleasantries of a deeper heartfelt kind.

They alighted from their bicycles

“It’s your birthday today isn’t it?

You’d put people half your age and mine to shame.” The young lady Sonia said.

Winfred her boyfriend agreed.

“Such generosity I rarely encountered from my own group.” I thought to myself.

Sonia, a vibrant vivacious youth whose tactful airborne words shone as brightly as her arched angelic face.

Winfred, her boyfriend had a slightly bulging chin and matted haired that looked as if it had been constantly drenched.

His was a handsomeness harrowed out by high jinx and crack of dawn capers.

After a friendly departure this couple dashed off with a daring and delight so dirigere of the young.

As well as the young at heart.

–

Sunday Submission: @mantrabay

Photograph and short story by mantrabay copyright protected.

Part two will be submitted next week with your kind permission.

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manggojooz · 4 years

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Foolish Love, Fake Love (Part 9)

pairing: idol!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

word count: ~3,050

genre: idol!au; angst; romance; drama; enemies to lovers sort of thing

warnings: none

summary: If all you can give me is a fake love, then I will be the fool to pretend that it is all true.

Taglist: @a-hopelessly-imaginative-girl @dollwithluv @sweetcheeksdna @yeontanie21 @peachygiraffe14 @jeontaes-world @forvever-ddaeng @namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore @apurpledheart @ggukkieeee @witchxlove

“So… will you run away?”, for some reason you were the one trying to avoid Jungkook’s eyes as he shot that question at you.

You knew deep in your heart that you are overreacting because you harboured some feelings which you really should not have in the first place. You knew even deeper down that you too, were a fangirl at heart who had a “fantasy” of what kind of person Jungkook was. These were the reasons why you were particularly hurt by his actions. That is not to say that what he did was right, but you knew that if it was someone else who did the exact same thing to you today, you would not be as angry as you are now.

Yuri must have felt the stifling silence last for too long.

“Anyway it’s better if we drive over, why spend money grabbing a cab at this time?” she whispered into your ears before turning up her volume and raising her eyebrows at Jungkook, “Your car is parked in the basement I would assume?”

Jungkook squeezes into the lift next to you and you shifted closer towards the angled metallic corner, contemplating once more whether to hit that button that said “B1”.

Just as you reached out to press it, a much longer and slender finger darted out of nowhere and did the job for you.

“Yeah, I parked it at the basement,” Jungkook replied to Yuri.

---

In the brightly lit carpark, Jungkook walked ahead towards his car. Yuri and you followed behind him as Yuri tried to convince you that someone should take the assistant driver seat.

“It’ll be too rude if both of us sit at the back, and I think ideally you should be the one in front,” she reasoned.

Jungkook unlocked his car and you could see him looking towards the two of you. Yuri made a short dash to the opposite side of the car from where Jungkook stood and was about to open the backseat door when she sees you approach Jungkook directly.

“I’ll drive.” your tone was instructing.

He looked stunned for a moment, “Uhh... it’s ok I can just-”

“Either I’m driving or we are not taking your car.” the determination in your voice was unwavering.

He pursed his lips and slowly nodded.

You stretched out your head to catch Yuri’s eyes above the roof of the car, tilting your head as if telling her she better hurry get in the front door on the other side instead of the back.

Yuri looks nervously at you, then at Jungkook, then back at you. With an undetectable sigh, she slid into the front seat of the car.

---

The drive was less awkward thanks to the music that filled the air in the moving metal container. Very occasionally, you winced a little from the pain in your shoulders when you had to turn the steering wheel. Yuri looked at you with concern but since she had no idea what had happened to you yet, you just shook your head to indicate that you are fine. After parking right outside the police station, you frowned when Jungkook alighted from the car and locked it.

“You don’t have to come in with us, it’s late, you should head back, thanks for lending us your car for the trip here,” you said rather crudely.

He looked unsurprised, “I didn’t come all the way here just to head back immediately,” he wasn’t trying to sound snarky but for some reason you always felt a dash of mockery when he spoke. He cleared his throat a little as he ignored your stares and headed into the building.

---

“I told you, I have no legal guardian! She's not my guardian! You can try to call her, but I'm sure she’ll just ignore your call or scold you for calling her,” a rather shrilling voice was directed at a police officer looking tired and frustrated.

“Umm.. Excuse me, I’m looking for Detective Park Moon...” you asked a uniformed policeman sitting close to the entrance of the police post.

“Oh? Are you Ms. Y/N? Here! Here!” the tired looking police in plain clothes shot up from his desk waving at you.

As if instinctively, Yuri and you were alert at the attention that his shouting drew towards your crowd. Immediately both of you started scanning the surroundings and you noticed how many people had noticed who was part of your party.

“I think you should go, we can’t get things done while having to be concerned with you here” you turned to Jungkook and uttered in a hushed tone. You were not sure if you made it sound like he was a nuisance but you were just genuinely concerned by the situation.

Uncertain how he understood your intentions, you observed his features that had a steeliness to them. “I don’t think it’s in any way wrong for me to be here when this incident occurred partly due to me” he replied with a firm tone before forging on ahead deeper into the crowded station.

You pulled Yuri aside slightly and told her to contact Sejoon. She concurred and headed out to make the call in a quieter place while you calmed yourself as you made your way towards the culprit who was clearly a teenager.

---

For the tenth time in the past three minutes, you regretted taking Jungkook’s car to the station.

“Oppa! Can you at least take a selca with me?” her voice sends goosebumps down your back as you approached, not out of fear but out of amazement.

“Were you the one who followed up to the filming location and locked her in the washroom?” Jungkook asked tonelessly.

“Yah, it was me. Oppa, tell me what’s the real reason?” she whined.

Jungkook’s eyes grew slightly wider, “Real reason for what?”

“You can’t really be dating her right? Even your saseang fans don’t believe that you are dating her since you only met her recently and there were no signs of it before” she talked really quickly but in a lowered volume.

“Hey hey young lady, you are not the one who’s supposed to be asking questions around here,” the detective quipped.

“Hi, Detective Park,” you finally reached his table to introduce yourself.

“Hey, you are not really dating our Oppa right?” the girl questioned you in the most straightforward manner possible.

You ignored her and spoke to the detective instead, “She’s the one?”

“Yah, I’m the one!” she stood up to almost match your height while blurting, “I locked you there and sprayed water all over you. To be honest... if I was strong enough to carry that bucket of mop water, you would have been in a sorrier state than-”

“Sit down” you said, with the kind of force that did not manifest in volume but in its charisma.

You did not actually expect her to follow your orders, but for some reason she bit her lower lip lightly and sat down whilst mumbling. There was a brief moment of silence. You glanced at Jungkook who was still standing, rather out of place, across from you. Perhaps she didn’t want to seem too unruly in his presence. He met your eyes for a second, but then quickly looked away; you were used to this by now.

---

It felt like a million years before you finally made it to a private questioning room at the back of the station. Yuri had returned and your party of three were now tucked into the dimly-lit windowless room with the defiant girl. By now you had her name – Kala, or at least that was what you heard Detective Park call her. After some persuading, Detective Park had agreed to let you guys talk to her alone. At least in your mind, the goal was to assess if she poses any future threat.

“You said earlier that there were other sasaengs? Are they involved in this too or was it only you?” you questioned her.

“Why would I tell you anything?” she snorted.

“Detective Park spoke to me just now. Because of your age, if I decide not to press charges they will just let us settle the matter privately” you explained.

“So what do you want from me?” it was funny how she sounded more demanding than you did.

“Apologise to her!” Jungkook shouted.

But at the exact same time you were demanding, “A list of the sasaengs you know..”

Jungkook and you clearly had different endgames in mind.

“Isn’t it too much to ask for both” she stared at you whenever she spoke meanly.

“I’ll drop the charges if you give us the list of the other sasaengs you are aware of” you offered.

He must have been baffled at how your priorities were wrong.

“How is that even important? She needs to apologise to you for what she did!” he huffed.

It did make you think for one moment but you answered a little too quickly for your own good, “In my line, nobody apologises to us for such things and we don’t expect it but our job is to prevent-”

“Your job? She didn’t do it because you are our bodyguard, she did it because she thinks you are my girlfriend!” Jungkook raised his voice exasperatedly.

Kala was squinted at the both of you before cutting in, “I guess we are not wrong when we say you are not really his girlfriend right, Imposter?” she broke up your argument with Jungkook.

“Don’t call me that... and also for the last time, we are not here to answer your questions, do you get-” you were increasingly annoyed at her.

She scoffed with a glint in her eyes as she stood up and took a step towards you. “I’m sorry for what I did to you...” she paused and stared you down almost challengingly, “... and I will give you a list of the sasaengs I know.”

Needless to say, her sudden change in stance shocked all of you.

“What... why are you... what are you...” you were stammering, while Jungkook and Yuri frowned at her suspiciously.

“Oppa,” she suddenly turned to Jungkook, “I am not a sasaeng...” she uttered, causing Jungkook to scoff faintly. “Oppa, I know you don’t have to believe me but I will show you with my actions. I believe in you. If you are doing this, there must be a reason why. I won’t pester you about it anymore, I'm just happy to know that you are not really dating her in real life” her smile was odd but you finally realised why she had a change of mind.

Jungkook must have been shocked too as his mouth was slightly agape but there were no sounds coming out.

“Kala... umm I think there’s a misunderstanding here, actually I-” you grabbed onto her wrist in your desperation to try to salvage the situation.

She flings away your arm forcefully before side-eyeing you and proclaiming, “You are a very unbelievable fake, just so you know that, none of us would actually believe you were real.”

You blinked, trying to wrap your head around the feeling that engulfed you; it has got to be your shoulder hurting the swing, of course, it has to be. However, all these years if there was one thing you learnt as a fighter and a bodyguard, it’s that the pain shouldn’t stop you from doing what you need to. Swallowing hard, you thought about it once more.

You grabbed Kala’s arms tightly and strongly this time. “Well, you better believe it, because if you or anyone else doesn’t, then your Oppa here will be in some trouble” you stated unequivocally.

“I know that” she responded haughtily, trying to struggle out of your grasp, looking warier this time around. You eventually let go and she turns to address Jungkook with that same smile, “and that is why I will show you with my actions. This will be our secret.”

---

On the way out of the police post, Jungkook twirled his car keys in his fingers while contemplating his best option.

As Yuri and you walked past him, he suddenly grabs hold of Yuri and handed her the key.

“I’m a little sleepy, I think I shouldn’t drive... and... uh... she drove here... so it’s your turn...” his ears were flushed red because he stammered really embarrassingly, how is this the best reason he could have given after thinking over it so many times.

Yuri looked surprised but surprises are probably nothing new around here anymore, so Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief when she took the key and made her way towards the driver seat.

In the backseat of his own car, Jungkook stole glances through the rearview mirror trying to catch a glimpse of you.

“Ah by the way... did you call Sejoon?” you suddenly questioned Yuri.

“Yeah, he said he was still caught up at the company and he told me only to let him know if there’s anything to worry about,” Yuri replied.

“He’s still at the company at this hour?” you gasped.

“Yeah... something about having a meeting with Yeonjoo’s managers too...” Yuri mumbled.

“Oh...” you replied somewhat knowingly, sadly.

---

That night you lay in bed for a long time. As long as the night was. Going through all that had happened from that fateful dinner all the way to being called an imposter in dimly lit questioning room.

Why did it feel like it was you being questioned in the confines of the cold dark walls?

A tear gathered at the corner of your eye. You turn to lie on your side, momentarily forgetting that you had hurt your left shoulder. Wincing, you turn to the other side instead, this time the tear that had gathered dripped onto your pillow.

“Imposter...” Kala’s face kept appearing in your mind.

“Well, you better believe it,” your own words also rang in your mind.

“Well...” you thought to yourself, “you better stop believing it...” before you closed your eyes, trying to find some peace in the dead silence of the night.

---

Yoongi was bored out of his mind during the meeting they were having and he kept fiddling with his phone so much so that Sejoon tapped his thighs and gave him a little signal to focus on the discussion.

He sighed and put down his phone and Sejoon looked curiously at him.

“What?” he mouthed.

“You hungry?” Sejoon whispered?

Yoongi looks at his phone displaying a sleuth of delivery food options and turns it off.

---

“I thought you were hungry just now, why aren’t you grabbing lunch?” Sejoon asked as Yoongi headed towards the recording studio after the meeting ended and he told the boys he won’t be joining them for lunch.

“Ah, that” he digs out his phone again and handed it to Sejoon, “I wanted to order something to deliver to Y/N’s dorm, she’s resting today right? Is her shoulder better now?”

Sejoon looked surprised while catching hold of Yoongi’s phone, “Uhh... I’m sure she can order her own food.”

Before Sejoon ended his sentence, Yoongi grabbed his phone from Sejoon’s arms, “Forget it then.”

“No no no!” Sejoon snatches the phone over, “I think we should still send her something and since you are feeling generous today, why not... we send her some-”

“How about that sashimi platter thing? Wow they even deliver that now? Can someone with a fracture eat sashimi? Is it good for them?” suddenly the words were pouring from Yoongi’s mouth as he cut into Sejoon’s sentence.

“I think she’s allergic to that, maybe we should go with the chicken soup or something” Sejoon replied as he eyed Yoongi a little too closely.

“Oh she is?”, Yoongi gasped but notices Sejoon’s stare. “Hyung, you decide then, just give me my phone back when you are done” he put up his nonchalant front again as he turned to head to his studio.

---

Everything seemed augmented, you were submerged in a room full of water, but you had no difficulty breathing. A sharp ringing and a muffled banging kept coming from the door. You struggled to go over, but the current in the water kept you from it.

“Who is it? I need to get the door...” was all that ran through your mind.

The banging grew louder and louder, clearer and clearer and suddenly everything morphed into reality. You stir awake. Lying in your bed, you realised that the painkiller you took earlier must have knocked you out.

“Coming...” you shouted weakly as you dragged your heavy body from the sheets.

Finally you pull open the front door to your apartment and came face to face with an impatient young man.

“Here’s your order,” he quickly shoves a paper bag into your hands and turned on his heels to leave.

“What- I... Hey! I didn’t order anything!” you shouted after him but he did not even bother.

You took the package inside and checked the contents – it was chicken soup with abalone and the order sheet clearly stated your address. You left the brown bag on the kitchen table, having insufficient capacity to try to deduce where it is from or who it is for.

Hazily, you stumbled to the couch nearest to you and plopped down into the cramped space even though a longer couch was just a few steps away. Good thing at least you made sure to lie on your side which was not suffering from a swollen shoulder.

You vaguely heard a familiar tone ringing in the stillness of the apartment. Sounded like your phone ringing. You frowned slightly at the thought of having to move again and bargained in your own mind. “It’s probably nothing urgent right? Nobody will die just because I miss one phone call right?”

And then the ringtone stops, much to your relief.

The frown had just about faded from your forehead when the doorbell rang this time.

In a bout of annoyance-fueled energy, you pushed yourself out from the sofa and beelined for the door, eyes half-opened.

“Who is it?!” you spat in the most annoyed tone you could manage in that state of sleepiness as you burst opened the door.

Jungkook’s face showed how much he was taken aback by your “welcome”.

“Me- uh... I mean it’s just me,” he stuttered while looking like a Christmas tree decorated with a dozen different shopping bags hanging from his arms.

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