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Cake By The Ocean: Seven.

It was four o’clock in the afternoon and Georgina Ferguson was dancing her way around the kitchen. Her boyfriend was gingerly cutting vegetables beside her while Fleetwood Mac filled the air with happiness.

It had been three days since their secret was out. The entire house had gone through an array of emotions during those three days. Everyone did their own thing. Jenna, Keith, Mags and Jamie hit the beaches hard. Brittany and David went on a tour up the coast. Niall whisked Georgina off on a flora and fauna adventure hoping to put her in a better mood.

It didn’t work though.

She still spent a good amount of time in their room afraid of what was going to happen next. It wasn’t until a heart to heart phone call with her mother that she realized the best way to smooth things over with her friends was to show them how much she loved them.

Because she did. She loved them more than they could ever know. They had become family and she was stupid for ever thinking they wouldn’t approve of her relationship with Niall. They had been rooting for them to get together from the moment they met. She should have known better.

After a brief conference with her boyfriend, Georgina decided that a nice home cooked meal and a quiet night in was the best way to show her appreciation. They spent a majority of the morning preparing to do just that.

By the time afternoon hit, Maggie and the rest of the gang were curious as to what was happening in the kitchen. Before anyone could ask what was going on, their favorite Irishman beat them to it. In his best posh accent, Niall informed the crew that they were expected to be back in the kitchen at 4:30 wearing their best lounge wear for the cocktail hour. Unsure if he was being serious, David led the troops back to their rooms until the time was right.

After changing into something more comfortable, everyone made their way into the living room where they waited anxiously for the cocktail hour to begin.

“We goin’ to a five star restaurant or what? I don’t need a starter hour. I need a main course. I’m bloody famished.” Dave groaned resting his head on Brittany’s shoulder.

“Oh, let them have their fun.” Jamie said. “I’m sure it’ll be lovely.”

“The Baby can’t properly season chicken.” Jenna quipped. “This meal is all Ferg— assuming we’re getting a meal.”

“Her secret talent is that she’s an ace in the kitchen.” Brittany said running her hands through David’s hair. “Rumor has it she’s making Lydia’s roast dinner.”

David’s eyes lit up. “I fucking hope she is.”

“I’m quite pleased with the dress code.” Keith said smoothing out the fabric of his joggers.

“Um excuse me, not to change the subject, but are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” Mags said snapping towards the kitchen where Niall was acting like a goofy boyfriend. “He’s beaming.”

“Forget, Ni. Look at how happy she looks.” Jamie said nodding towards Georgina.

“I’ve never seen her like this.”

“You’ve never seen her truly happy then. That little Irish shit has fought long and hard to keep the rain clouds that used to follow her around away.” Brittany said as she looked at her best friend.

“I’d say this is probably the happiest she’s been in about a decade. Right, love?” David said with a sigh.

“Just about.” Britt smiled. Although she didn’t appreciate being kept in the dark, she was genuinely happy for both of her best friends. They deserved each other.

“She’s in love with him.” Maggie said looking at Britt for confirmation. The blonde just nodded.

“This is fucking brilliant.” Jamie said happily.

The group of friends sat in silence as Georgina coached Niall through the prep work for her grandad’s special Yorkshire pudding. Her tone was gentle. Seeing Georgina’s soft side was a real treat for a majority of the group. The cold and standoffish woman they had first met was no longer there. Her guard was down and it was the most fascinating thing they had ever seen — and that was saying something.

“How are we gonna protect them?” Keith asked.

That was the question that had popped into each of their heads as soon as the news broke. They knew how difficult it was for Niall to balance his public and private personas. Adding a serious relationship to that equation wasn’t going to be an easy feat. They didn’t know how they could help but they were going to try their hardest to keep their friends safe.

“Well for starters, no more randos.” Mags said glancing at Keith.

“Yeah, Ferg made that real clear on Day One.” Keith said dryly making Jenna laugh.

“I don’t think there is anything we can really do besides support them.” Jamie pointed out. They had never really interfered with Niall’s life before and he didn’t think they should start now.

“No we can do more than that.” Jenna said as she was met by an assortment of confused glances. “We are going to stop inviting Marco and Ash to get-togethers and on vacation.”

“I second that!” Mags said as her eyes lit up. “They are suppliers of constant drama and honestly she is bloody annoying now that she got her tits fixed.”

“I think the one way to protect Ferg and Niall is to not let Marco and Ash find out about them.” Keith said. “The less people that know the better.”

“Miller’s right. I don’t know how we are gonna do that though. I want them to be free around us but like how?” Jenna said.

“I think we should just treat them the same as we’ve always treated ‘em.” Brittany said. “They are gonna need that now more than ever.”

“Britt’s right. Ferg and Ni are gonna need normalcy. Shitting on him and poking fun at her — that’s what will help protect them.” Dave said. “Moment we start acting weird, they might change. Then the foundation of their relationship could start to crumble and before we know it we have two broken hearts. Personally, I don’t want to deal with that shit.”

“How—How do we do that with the knowledge we have?” Maggie asked sounding hesitant.

“Well if you lot didn’t shit on The Fearsome Foursome so much then you’d know how to do it.” Keith said with a smug smirk.

“They neve—“ Britt started to say confused.

“You wouldn’t know because you twats always ditch us.” Jenna said before nodding at Keith. “They get extra flirty and we just let it be. It’s our thing.”

“I find that hard to believe, Jens.” Maggie said.

“It’s the fucking truth, Margaret.” Keith said a little louder than he intended. The group froze as they felt eyes on them from the kitchen.

“Y'alright over there?” Niall asked munching on a carrot.

“Bloody brilliant, babes.” Keith winked playfully.

“Starters are ready.” Fergie called out as she walked past Niall. “Just finishing up the sangria.”

“She’s already drank half of it so hopefully you get a taste.” Niall popped off— earning himself a smack across the back of the head. A soft giggle escaped as he went back to finishing up his task.

“So to sum things up, we’ve missed out on a lot of cute shit.” Dave said with a grin. “And personally, I’m excited to witness it first hand.”

“Why the fuck do you keep sayin’ personally? Is that your word of the day, mate?” Brittany teased looking down at him.

“Georgina, Brittany is being rude to me.” Davey whined making the others laugh.

“You probably deserve it, mate.” Fergie called back.

“He most certainly does not. David is a goddamn angel. Never does anything wrong.” Niall said.

“Exactly! Well except for when I told her to sit on your face in Aruba — that wasn’t a good comment to make.” Dave laughed. “I’ll admit that.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t a good look.” Jamie said scrunching up his face. “Or that time you made him take his top off before we FaceTimed her so he’d look like a proper lad.”

Niall’s eyes went wide. “We promised we would never speak about that day ever again, James.”

“What the fuck?” Jenna said looking around the room.

“You guys always end up being shirtless together. I’m starting to get concerned.” Maggie said looking at her fiancé. “Why are you lot always shirtless?”

“Don’t ask me about my business, Kay.” Jamie said in an attempt to sound like Al Pacino.

“What kind of business do you have that involves you getting your tits out?” Jenna asked.

Keith shrugged. “Just lads’ stuff.”

“But like what’s—“ Brittany said before Niall stormed into the room cutting her off.

With the Irishman leading the ship, a very passionate chant about being lads began while the group of men danced around the room.

“You boys are fucking weirdos.” Georgina said as she looked at her girls. “Um, we’re ready for you.”

Ignoring the awkward mosh pit taking place around them, the girls headed quietly into the kitchen where a very delicious looking spread was waiting for them. Four glasses of sangria were sitting on the counter.

“Next time we plan a vacation, let’s make it a Hen House only trip.” Georgina joked as the boys continued to act like fools.

“Either that or we rent our own house without them.” Jenna said taking one of the glasses of wine.

“It’d be drama free. That’s for sure.” Britt said.

“It would just be a lot of Spice Girls and wine.” Jenna said.

“Sign me the fuck up for that.” Georgina said passing wine glasses to Mags and Brittany.

The four women watched in silence as an impromptu jam sesh to Toto’s “Africa” filled the living room.

“They are such idiots sometimes.” Jenna laughed as David placed Niall on his shoulders.

“And to think they are all sober.” Mags said shaking her head.

“They might be idiots but I wouldn’t change them for the world.” Brittany said scooting over towards her best friend.

“You know, I’m really happy the universe brought us all together.” Georgina said clutching the glass in her hand.

“Like think of all the little moments that were added together to get us to this point.”

“You on drugs, Blondie?” Brittany said eyeing her best friend playfully.

“I’m just sayin’ I’m really thankful for this moment and for all of you and—and—“ Georgina said incapable of finding the right words to say. “I know I’m shit at this kinda stuff but thanks for putting up with me for all these years.”

“We love ya, Georgie.” Britt said resting her head on Georgina’s shoulder. “We’re always gonna love ya.”

“I’m sorry.” She said glancing at her friends. “I should have—“

“No, you shouldn’t have. I would have kept it a secret too.” Jenna said keeping her eyes on Niall. “He’s like a rare gem and I wouldn’t want anyone to find out about him until it was necessary.”

“Would we have liked to know you were in love with our best friend? Obviously, yes.” Mags said softly. “But like your safety and comfort are the most important thing to us. I would have waited to tell too. His life is hard and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him just to tell my friends.”

“Exactly!” Jenna said with a smile.

Brittany wrapped her arm around Georgina’s and stood up straight. “Bottom line baby, we’re just happy that you’re happy.”

“So serious question, Georgina.” Maggie asked reaching out for a piece of pita bread. “You two made out in Vegas, yeah?”

“I plead the fifth.” Georgina blushed.

“What are we lying about in here?” Niall asked appearing in the kitchen with the rest of the boys. Each of them significantly out of breath.

“She won’t admit you two made out in Vegas.” Mags said with a smirk.

“He got her flowers. Obviously, they made out.” Dave said popping an olive into his mouth.

“How’d you know he bought them?” Brittany asked.

“C’mon babe. It’s Fergie and Niall.” Dave said making Georgina laugh.

“They made out in Aruba. Beats your little Vegas obsession.” Keith said pouring himself a glass of sangria.

“How do you know that?” Jenna asked confused.

“Context clues, babygirl.” Keith winked.

“Keith, you’re a fucking idiot, mate.” Georgina laughed.

“Georgina! You cheeky little minx.” Mags said in shock.

“He kissed me first!” Georgina said in defense.

“Atta boy.” Keith said patting Niall on the back.

“I don’t know why you lot are shocked over this. It was bound to happen — especially when these two use plant talk as foreplay.” David said.

“Hey! I’ve got more game than that.” Niall said in mock offense.

“Oh I’m not discrediting that at all, babes.” Dave smiled before nodding over at Georgina. “But you start talking about a fuckin’ bougainvillea plant and this one nearly creams her pants.”

“David!” Brittany said with a sigh.

“That’s rich coming from the lad who got a hard on when the pictures of that black hole were released.” Georgina shot back earning a few snickers from their friends.

Dave opened his mouth to defend himself but nothing came out. Georgina took a sip of her drink while the rest of their friends laughed at the sight of a speechless David Watson.

“Did Davey just get lawyered?” Jenna asked in shock.

“More like annihilated.” Brittany said with a smirk.

“Speaking of annihilation, did you lot see the score of the Laker game the other day? Yikes.” Jamie said as a very detailed conversation about basketball began.

Ignoring the conversation, David walked over and wedged himself between the two women he knew the longest. He slid an arm around Georgina, pulling her into his side.

He leaned down and whispered,“You know I love you, right?”

Georgina nodded as she took a sip of her drink.

“We’re having a date at Perch when we get home.” He said with a smile.

She looked up at him in shock. “Really?”

David nodded. “Your personal growth deserves a lot more than a few drinks at a dive bar.”

Georgina leaned up and kissed Dave on the cheek.

“Oi keep your mitts off me girlfriend, mate.” Niall popped off causing the room to grow quiet.

“Your what?” Dave said with a smug look on his face.

“Fergie’s my girlfriend.” Niall said with pride.

The look on his face let everyone know that things were going to be alright.

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bands | twelve

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summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, insecurities, some overthinking, introducing you to fluffy koo?! and i think we’re all familiar with the song at the end too 🥺

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Am I doing too much for shopping for a dress? He told me to dress nice and I honestly don't have an ounce of nice in my closet." You told Kai as you looked through the hangers on the rack.

"No, you're not doing too much. And I think you dress nice, but it's always good to have a few dresses in general, right?"

"Okay, okay. How about this?" You hold up a black knitted, off the shoulder dress that fell right above the knee. "It's too simple isn't it?"

"Simple is the best." He shrugs. "That's probably the best one I've seen so far and it'll look nice on you. Plus, you can just curl your hair or whatever girls do."

"Hm, okay." You chuckle, heading over to the register to pay for the dress. You had picked up Kai from school and quickly dragged him to the mall before dropping him off at Eric's. You might have tried on and looked at a few billion dresses since you've been here, but out of all those, this dress probably spoke to you the most. You didn't wanna be too flashy, or do too much, but you did want to put effort into tonight's date with Jungkook. You had butterflies in your stomach all day, and quite frankly, you were nervous for how tonight would turn out. You just wanted to look good for him, and you definitely wanted him to look at you like you were the only girl in the world. It might have been a big ask on your part, but if he was serious about this, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"Let's get you some food before I drop you off."

"Can't I just stay at your place?"

"And watch me do my walk of shame in the morning? No thanks." He gives you a look before shaking his head.

"You're right, that's kind of weird." He does a fake shiver. "Kind of gross too."

"You started it." You snort. You make your way over to the food court, ordering Panda Express for a quick to-go meal. You could never go wrong with fried rice and their orange chicken. As you had ordered your food and waited for them to fill up your bowls, the two workers began to chat and you only overheard because—

"Did you hear? Jungkook is supposedly dating a stripper from that nightclub." You purse your lips into a fine line as you wait patiently for the food to be put into your bowls.

"I heard, but is it actually true? Why would he date a stripper?"

"I know, right? He could do so much better, why would he stoop that low?"

"My question is— how did a nobody like her get his attention?" The cashier turns to you and gives you a fake smile. "Anything else for you, love?"

"No." You shake your head, pay and take the food before walking away. You don't know why the words pain you so much, but you simply shake it off as you approach Kai who is waiting at a nearby table.

"Ready?" He looks up at you and tilts his head.

"You okay?"

"Mmm, yeah let's go."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Kai. Really." You give him a nod, along with a fake, tight-lipped smile. He knows something's wrong, but he doesn't press you, especially after the way you responded. You quickly drop him off to avoid any unnecessary confrontation with your stepfather and make your way home. As soon as you touch base, you sit on your couch and.. you just quietly sit there. Suddenly, everything people had been saying was getting to you. Why did Jungkook want you? Why did he go for you and not anyone else?

Maybe they were right? You were just a nobody. Even if Jungkook did have feelings for you, you questioned if this was even going to last.

"God, Y/N." You groan at yourself, shaking the thoughts out of your head to start getting ready. Just because you brushed it off though, doesn't mean you had gotten over it. They were starting to pile up one by one, and one day, you felt like you were going to break and really let it get to you.

That day wasn't today, though. It couldn't be.

You looked at the dress after you slipped it on, staring at yourself in the mirror as you slipped on your heels. You fixed up your hair and added a dab of lipgloss before letting out a content sigh. You wondered if this would be enough for him. You always wondered if you were enough for him. Your stomach was in knots and this was the first time you felt sick to your stomach nervous.

"Hello?" Your phone suddenly rang, you grabbing it with a quickness.

"Hey, I'm outside." You furrowed your brows because his voice sounded a lot closer than it should be. You kept the phone to your ear as you opened the door, seeing Jungkook smiling with the phone pressed against his ear as well.

"Silly." You scrunched your nose as you hung up and put your phone down. You watched as he looked at you up and down, his eyes widening in admiration and awe.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." You blushed.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself, Jeon Jungkook." He smiles. He was wearing a black and white striped button up, black slacks, boots and a fitted black blazer. His black hair hung loosely over the sides of his face, natural waves coming in and giving it a little volume.

"Ready?" He holds out his hand for you to intertwine your fingers with his.

"You know, you didn't have to come upstairs." You smiled up at him.

"Mm, but that takes away from the complete experience, sweetheart." He grabs your purse and your small duffle bag [since he politely requested for you to bring a change of clothes] to carry it for you as you head down the steps and to his car. You loved the smell of his car, as oddly as that sounds. He always had a fresh strip of that Black Ice car freshener hanging from his rear view mirror that reminded you of his scent so much. "Seatbelt on?" You nod as he starts the car and locks his free hand with yours once again.

"Where are you taking me?" You playfully ask.

"Don't worry about it." He chuckles. "However, I want you to know we won't be out in public. Not because I don't wanna show you off, it's only because I don't want anyone to bother us." You nod.

"Okay." You appreciate his honesty, your what if's and insecurities slowly drifting away the more Jungkook talks to you, touches you. You always thought it was cute how careful he was with you, treating you like you were the most delicate thing in the world and that he had to take care of you in every way possible.

You realize that you're making your way to his luxury apartment building [his own, not the dorms] and you're a little confused as to why you had gotten all dressed up and fancy if you were just going back to his place. However, you didn't say anything to allow the plans to do the talking for you. You trusted him with this, and you feel like Jungkook really hasn't given you a solid reason to not trust him at this point in your 'relationship.'

You didn't know what to call it yet.

He parks his car in his usual spot, and immediately runs over to open your door and help you out. He gathers your bags from the back and hangs onto them as his other hand is resting against the small of your back. He brings you to the very top floor, where there aren't necessarily apartments but moreso conference and party rooms and you can tell strictly by the way each room has double doors.

"Uh, this exists?" Jungkook chuckles.

"Other idols live here too, gives them a way to do shit without having to step outside and have people in their business." You nod.

"Does this mean your dorm is like this too?" He nods.

"Yup, just another luxury apartment building. Few things differ but for the most part, they're the same." You shrug.

"Must be nice."

"It's alright." He stops in front of double doors towards the end of the hallway. "Close your eyes for me, please? Just for a quick minute." You smirk before doing what you're told and closing your eyes. You hear the doors open, and Jungkook's hand is retreating down onto the small of your back. He's guiding you as you walk in, but stops after a couple of steps. "Open?" You open your eyes and softly gasp at the sight in front of you. The entire half of the wall was strictly windows, so you had a good view of the city in front of you. What caught your eye the most though was all the pink and red shades of rose petals along the floor, lining your way to the dining table in the center of the room. Along with it were little tealight candles and balloons along the way, with speakers softly playing music in the background. The room looked so big having one table in the center, just for the two of you. The center table was drenched in white table cloth, with tall white candles in the middle and a single rose as its centerpiece.

"Jungkook?!" You slightly shriek. "Oh my god, what is this?"

"Date night, sweetheart. Had to make it worthwhile since we're not out in public." He smiles and takes your hand. "Come on, let's go eat. I know you're hungry." He pulls out your chair and has you sit before he situates himself in front of you and tucks your bags underneath the table.

"Thank you." You give him a soft, cute smile. You're not sure how else you can show your appreciation for all the effort he put in, but you were happy. "I-I really don't know what I did to deserve all this effort from you." He shakes his head.

"What do you mean? You didn't have to do anything. I wholeheartedly just wanted to do this for you." He smiles, his dimple poking out from the bottom corner of mouth.

"Well, thank you again. I really do appreciate everything you do for me." He scrunches his nose before looking up at the waiter, who was ready to serve you two either a bottle of Jungkook's favorite red wine or white wine.

"You like sweet or bitter?"

"Sweet." You shyly said as he signaled for the waiter to pour the white wine before thanking him as he left you two to your piece.

"So, dinner is a 3 course meal made by a friend of mine."

"A friend, ey?" He nods, knowing full well he hired one of the most popular chefs around to prepare dinner for you two.

"I hope you like it. I asked him to make it special." You chuckled.

"I'm sure I will." You sipped on your wine. Over time, the salad appetizer came out, followed by the main course meal. You both had dug in pretty quietly, Jungkook chiming in about random things with you reacting appropriately to the topics he brought up.

"So, did you figure out what you were gonna do for Kai?" You shrug.

"He's gonna go to the arcade and I'll buy him Loco Moco." You snort. "That sounds terrible, doesn't it? For an 18th birthday?" You frown.

"No, not if that's what he wants. Why don't you come over my place and I can make it for him? He can take over my gaming consoles if he wants, too."

"That's asking for too much."

"But you're not asking, I'm asking."

"Would you mind? He really does want to meet you."

"No I don't mind. It's on Saturday, yeah?"

"Yup." He nods.

"Schedule isn't as packed for a bit."

"Hm, okay. If you say so."

"Just let me know when to start making it and I'll make sure I make the time."

"Okay." You nod. "Hey, you have an older brother, don't you?"

"Yeah, but we aren't as close. Which is why it's nice to see you and Kai together. It's pretty comforting."

"May I ask why?"

"He just always thinks I'm a troublemaker, or that I rebel too much. We just have different mindsets, that's all."

"Did you guys fight a lot when you were younger?" He nods.

"Sure did." He points to the scar on his cheek and laughs. You lean over to run your finger over it before sitting back into your chair.

"That looks like a deep cut."

"That's because it was. He beat my ass over his turn on the computer." You chuckle.

"Sorry, that must have hurt."

"Eh, nothing I couldn't get over. But yeah, that's pretty much my relationship with my brother."

"How about your parents?" He shrugs.

"They think the same way. I try to be on their good side but they like to remind me about what I used to do or how I live my life." He forks into his food. "Like my tattoos. They hated that shit. Probably still do."

"I'm sorry, Jungkook."

"No, don't be. It is what it is. I really do try, but sometimes it gets tiring. I don't go home often because of it."

"Hmm." You hum. "You know, I always thought you were such a social butterfly."

"Me?" He laughs. "No."

"But you look so confident on stage. So happy."

"I am happy on stage, but it's kind of just that. I do what I need to do, especially for the fans and all. Don't get me wrong though, I love it. But behind the scenes, I'm not much of a talker, or someone who shares a lot. I like to keep it that way. I don't like getting too close to people and letting people into my bubble and vice versa. Gets complicated."

"So, what about me?" You look at him, curiosity filling the look in your eyes.

"I like you, and I want you in my bubble. You aren't complicated."

"How do you know that for sure? I can kick and scream and throw tantrums. And-and have attitude." You say, making him laugh and shake his head. "I can be complicated."

"I doubt it. Can't see an ounce of it. You can try, but I'm sure it won't be like the way you explain it to be." He looks at you. "All I'm saying is that I really like you, Y/N. I want you around me. You keep things so simple and sweet, and I've already started to appreciate the small things from being around you. It's something I used to overlook before we met. All the small things, the little joys in life. You make me look at things in a different perspective, I guess is what I'm trying to say." He cutely shakes his head at how he just rambled on, making you blush.

"It really makes me happy to hear that." You finished up the food on your plate, blushing as you wiped the corners of your mouth and fiddled with your fingers.

"So, did you ever think you'd be here after all the times you played so hard to get at the club?"

"No, definitely not. I mean, even in general." You tilted your head while looking at him.

"Are you happy to be here?" He asks shyly, his doe eyes wide and puppy-like.

"Of course I am."

"That's all that matters to me." He says, beaming from ear to ear. The waiter brings over the dessert, which is a sampler plate of 5 different cakes/cheesecakes. Your eyes light up because who fucking doesn't love dessert? You immediately go to town, yelling out your 'yum's' and 'ooh's' every bite you take. Jungkook laughs watching you happily eating away, giving him leverage to feed you a spoonful of the dessert on the plate closest to his end.

"I'm so full. That was so, so good." You finish your wine after one last bite of the dessert and sink back into your seat.

"Yeah? I'm glad you enjoyed it." He puts his napkin down on the table after wiping his mouth, then gets up, holding out his hand for you to take. You look at him, a little confused as to what he was trying to do, but you take it anyway. "May I have this dance with you, pretty lady?" You smile and nod, swinging your arms around his neck as he holds you closely against him by the hips.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?"

"I really appreciate you. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"You're absolutely welcome, baby." The pet name sends goosebumps raging throughout your body, your forehead pressing against his. "You're special to me, you know? I can't really explain it just yet, but just know that every single thing that I've done for you has been worth it." You give him a small smile as you quietly dance to the music, your bodies pressed warmly together as you hold each other close. He softly sings along with the music, causing you to giggle every now and then when he showed off his cute facial expressions. After a song has passed, he presses his lips against your forehead, making you shut your eyes at the sensation of his soft lips against your skin.

You just wanted him as much as he wanted you. You were so undeniably attracted to him, just as much as he with you.

"I have one more thing to show you." He says as he grabs your bags underneath the table.

"One more thing, huh?" He suddenly gets shy, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room. You start climbing up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, going up about 3 more flights before Jungkook is climbing over the gate that blocks off the last flight the leads to another door. "Jungkook, is this illegal?!" He snorts as he waits for you to meet him at the door.

"Why would it be here if it was illegal?"

"But it was--" He opens the door, bringing you out to the rooftop to look at the entire view of the city ahead as the sun was getting ready to fully rest below the horizon. "Ohhhh shit, it's a beauty." You say in awe, walking over to the railing to take everything in. You expected Jungkook's body to press against yours from behind, however it doesn't. You find yourself looking for him, turning over your shoulder to see him quietly blowing up a balloon before smiling cutely at you and bringing it over. "A balloon?" You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

"This is gonna sound dumb and cheesy, but it was really the one thing I could think of to help put things into perspective. I want you to write everything you're worried about, everything you've been thinking about, all that negative shit." He hands you the balloon with a sharpie, causing you to laugh.

"Where did you even hide this stuff?"

"In my pocket." He scrunched his nose, his teeth piercing his bottom lip as he let out a soft, tiny laugh. You do as he says though, writing out all the negative shit that had been clouding your mind lately - Eric, worrying about Kai and him going off to college soon, your image, just to name a few. You wrote it all out as Jungkook stood behind you, resting his chin on your head as his arms wrapped around your neck.

"Okay, I think that's it."

"Mmkay, let it go." He nods towards the view in front of him. You let the balloon go, watching it dance around with the light breeze, flying farther and farther away as it does so. "I don't want you to worry about any of that when I'm around. I know the world hasn't exactly been the nicest to you, but I want you to know that I'm gonna do my best to keep you safe. You and Kai." You smile to yourself as your body sinks into his, the both of you just enjoying the view and the moment, which ultimately turns into a fun, playful competition as to who can spot more landmarks than the other.

After you both had spent a good amount of time watching the sun fully sink below the horizon, he took you back downstairs to his apartment, placing your bags off to the side of his room. You slipped out of your heels, sighing contently at the feeling of your feet being out of the heels after so long. You had no idea how you lasted at the club like this, it felt like it was such a long time ago.

"Baby." Jungkook says, coming in from the living room.

"Huh?" You look up at him as you set your heels aside neatly. The nickname was something you knew would take awhile for you to get used to, especially if it was used outside of the bed. It was moreso of a 'i can't believe he's actually calling me baby' kind of thing. He's actually calling me baby instead of my first name. I'm baby.

"Look, I bought this projector but I wanted to wait until you were here so we could try it." He begins fiddling with this little mini projector he bought, connecting it to the tv and doing all these technical handyman things that you weren't really sure of.

"What movie are you going to put on?"

"That's a good question."

"I'll let you figure it out." You say, rubbing your arm, eyeing his closet. "You're the one who knows all the good stuff."

"No I—"He turns to look at you, catching you eyeing his closet. "Babe."

"Hm?" You return your attention towards him, watching as he laughs at you.

"Do you want a shirt or something?" You nod shyly. "Then go get it. You don't have to ask or act all shy about it."

"But it's your shirt."

"Whatever is mine is yours too." He turns back to the tv, scrolling through his apps to find the best movie to put on. You slowly walk into his closet, eyeing all the clothes he has, taking in the scent of his shirts as you them by. You lock eyes on a random Carhartt longsleeve folded nicely on one of his shelves and start slipping the sleeves down your arms so you can easily step out of your dress. "I think—" Jungkook stops in his tracks as he sees you starting to slip out of your dress. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, watching as he approaches you with his hands in his pockets. You feel his hands against your arms, his lips gently pressing a kiss against your shoulders.

"You think what?" You smile softly at him as he presses another kiss against your jawline before gently turning you to face him.

"I think I found a movie you'll enjoy." He lifts your chin to kiss you on the lips. You smile into the kiss before pulling away and nodding.

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Find a shirt you like?" You point at his longsleeve and he nods.

"Nice. That's one of my favorites."

"Oh, then I'll just pick something else if—"

"Why? I don't mind. Go for it." You silently nod before turning around to slip out of your dress and slip the shirt on. Jungkook changes into his pajamas behind you, following you into his bed shortly after.

"Oh my god." You laugh seeing Always Be My Maybe projected against the wall. "You asked Kai if I've watched this yet, haven't you?"

"Nooo." He lies, silently giggling to himself.

"You liar! You knew I've had this on my list and that I haven't gotten around to watching it."

"Don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart. Just pure coincidence." He says, leaving the room to grab water and shut off his living room lights. He shuts the door to his room, immediately putting the water down onto the nightstand before slipping under the sheets with you.

"Mhm." You eye him suspiciously as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to lay on his chest.

"Mhm." He mocks you, laughing before kissing you on the head. "Ready?"

"Have been. Surprised you didn't know that."

"Mmm, baby catches on quick I see." You smack his chest, cuddling up tighter against him as the movie starts. Tonight was the night that really solidified where you were at with him, because after dinner, you highkey expected him to take you home and fuck you senseless [which you weren't opposed to], but he kept it sweet. Delicate. Cute. A serious, date night to show you what you really meant to him. This wasn't just some plan to woo you and get you in your pants and keep you as the exclusive fuckbuddy - no, this was Jungkook really confessing where he stood with you, and vice versa. As you cuddled against him, you saw a lot of his cute, nerdy sides poking out whenever he would comment on certain things that came up on the movie. For the first time, you heard his really loud, obnoxiously cute laugh that you instantly fell in love with. You were with Jungkook, and you were seeing a whole side of him that many people didn't really see.

And for that, you were grateful.

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proditione | jimin + namjoon | m

snippet: jimin was eager to become the apprentice to a famous warlock. but he meets someone and now has a choice to make...

pairing: Namjoon x jimin ft. warlock seokjin

genre: angst, smut

au: demon Namjoon, human jimin,

rating: explicit

word count: 9.1k

warnings: !!major character death!!, demon summoning, mentions of smoke, jimin is really naïve, deception, use of the latin language, use of magic, very dark themes- please read at your own discretion. it’s humorous and playful at first but gets dark, detailed descriptions of character death

sexual warnings: voyerism, male masturbation, dirty talk, they don’t actually touch each other, dom/sub dynamics, precum licking? (idk how to word it. jimin licks off his own precum), praise kink, edging, orgasm denial, commands,

a/n: hey everyone! just wanted to pop in and say that if you’ve read mea culpa, some of the stuff in this story might seem very familiar....there’s some easter eggs relating both stories to one another :)

a/n 2: i’m lowkey really nervous about posting this. member x member work is out of my comfort zone so I hope it’s alright! im also nervous about posting something with character death in it. I honestly write a lot of angst that i’m afraid to post because of how people will perceive it. this is my own way of coping. if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable please do not read! i will not be offended if you choose to not read this fic but read my other works. with that being said, to those who do read, I hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think!

Jimin had only arrived in the foreign town of Daemur the night before with a spare change of clothes and his head filled with hope. He had wasted no time in renting a home in the heart of the town, unsure of where the warlock he was searching for might possibly reside. At least by being in the middle of the town, Jimin was close no matter what direction the magical being lived.

Barely able to sleep, Jimin tossed and turned in his new bed, watching as the sun rose quickly into the new day. Jimin put on his trousers and shirt, the extra one he had carried with him, and sat back down on his bed, grabbing his notebook off the end table. Gingerly leafing through his notebook, he traced careful fingers over his life’s work, his chest filling with confidence with each intake of breath.

Today was the day.

He stood up proudly, tucking his notebook under the crook of his arm and left the house.

Even though the sun had just greeted the earth, people were already bustling about the streets. Women and children carried woven baskets in their arms, fruits and vegetables pooling out of the tops. Men carried about wood, tools, and other heavy objects such as hay bales and buckets of water.

Everyone appeared happy, at peace. Like nothing could disturb their day.

Jimin’s heart swelled as he walked into the streets, people passing by him. Their chatter of crops and gossip made Jimin feel right at home. Although his home town wasn’t nearly this small, he was glad to be surrounded by lively people after a long journey alone.

As he walked further down the road, wooden carts lined the sides of the street in front of their perspective houses. Merchants shouted deals of trades for their goods. Some offered services such as home repairs and chore duties in exchange for food items. Jimin couldn’t help but laugh when he heard one man shout about trading fruit for chairs. What an odd trade!

The people of Daemur seemed simple, Jimin decided. They dressed in airy clothing, bonnets and caps strapped tightly to their heads to block them from the heating rays of the sun above. Jimin wondered if he had anything worth trading to get a cap of his own. He particularly liked one gentleman’s brown and white hide cap with a crow feather tucked proudly on the side. Unfortunately, he only brought the bare necessities in his travels. Perhaps he could learn how to make his own, or come forth with something worth trading...such as magical favors. The thought alone made Jimin straighten his back, his walk prouder and more determined.

Jimin was just about to start inquiring about the warlock that lived in town when he spotted a man who towered higher above the regular person. His black wavy hair flowed gently in the breeze, his broad shoulders holding a beautiful robe unlike any article of clothing Jimin had ever seen. The colors appeared, at least from that distance, to have been splashed on, something no seamstress could ever dream of stitching. Arrays of blues and oranges blended together into breathtaking swirls that could make someone dizzy. As Jimin continued to observe this man, he noticed that those around him couldn’t help but stare as well. Women fanned themselves and whispered together and giggled as they walked past. Men also looked fondly upon the tall creature before scowling as they walked away.

Then suddenly, this man with the beautiful robe held out a piece of fruit in his hand from one of the merchant carts. His other hand spun around it without touching it. Within the blink of an eye, the fruit was there no longer. In the man’s hand now was a small brown feathered chicken. The black haired man smiled as he handed it over to the merchant who made a sweeping motion with his hand over the fruits before him, appearing to offer him whatever selection he may desire.

It was him. It had to be.

“You! Warlock!” Jimin pointed and yelled, pausing before chasing after the tall figure walking through the markets. He stopped at a cart filled with empty glass bottles, each one sculpted into unique shapes with the bottoms greatly rounded with skinny tops to those with twisted necks and fancy loops.

The warlock’s shoulders rose and fell, taking in a deep breath before he leaned forward to rub his fist deeply into his eyes as he looked over the bottles. Jimin excitedly tapped on the warlock’s back, practically jumping up and down and shivering with excitement.

“I require your assistance.” Jimin beamed brightly, his cheeks beginning to sore. For a moment, he thought the creature hadn’t heard him, so he just kept tapping on his back. But then the warlock finally turned to face Jimin with a groan.

“Look, human, I know it might be confusing but I am not at this cart to sell my services. I’m here to trade products just like everybody else. Now, I appreciate the sentiment and on any other day I would have autographed whatever you pleased but-” he sighed and placed his hands on his hips, looking out past Jimin before looking back into the eager human’s eyes. “-I’m just really not in the mood, okay? Now, unless you offer therapy services I’d really suggest you scurry along and bug some other creature before you’re stuck listening to my life’s tragedy.” The warlock threw his hands up dramatically in the air, sighing loudly before turning his back to Jimin and moving one cart over and picked up a pear. “Oh sweet, tender fruit, perhaps you could hear out my sorrows.”

Jimin stared at the warlock and slowly blinked. He swallowed hard, unsure of how to proceed. So, he did the only thing he could think to do: smile and pretend he didn’t hear a thing.

“‘Kay...anyways, so I traveled from a town pretty far away from here. Wequsun. Not sure if you’ve heard of it or not. Anyways. My parents told me all these stories about a warlock like you who lived in the town of Daemur, this one, a legend really, who could perform these wondrous miracles! I’ve been obsessed ever since and I traveled all this way to request to be taken in as your apprentice! I’ve been studying magic my whole life and I’m pretty well informed if I do say so myself! I just haven’t gotten the hang of the actual...well...magic performing part...really I just get puffs of smoke. Maybe I’m just trying the wrong spells but then again I don’t know the difference between the right and wrong types of spells so to say and I just figured the best way to get past that blockage was to seek you out and demand you become my teacher! So, here I am! I have this notebook, you see, it’s full of all the magic I’ve studied and-”

“Oh my god please silence yourself.” The warlock groaned and snapped his fingers quickly. Jimin continued to move his mouth but no words came forth. Confused and slightly panicked, Jimin reached for his throat and tried to yell. Nothing but air escaped. The warlock shook his head quickly back and forth, as if shaking off Jimin’s energy from his body.

“This is insane,” bewilderment was thick in the warlock’s tone. “It’s like I can’t go outside anymore without someone demanding to learn magic! Look, human-” Pointing a finger at Jimin, the warlock furrowed his brows and continued to talk in a staccato like manor. “There. is. a. reason. why. only. warlocks. can. do. magic. Ever think of that? I don’t have time to take you under my wing and become best pals!” He hugged his shoulders mockingly and playfully shook himself from side to side. His smile dropped and the seriousness came back. “You ever stop to think ‘hmm? This warlock might have other things going on? Maybe he would enjoy me treating him to a nice hot meal before bombarding him with crazy demands?’ Newsflash, your life might suck but so does mine and you don’t see me running up to humans and demanding they teach me how to be one, now do you?” The warlock thrusted his eyebrows forward and waited for Jimin’s response.

Jimin swallowed hard and tried to respond, but his voice was still vacant from his throat.

“Oh, right,” the warlock laughed. “How rude of me to demand a response when I’ve captured your voice.” He snapped his fingers and Jimin coughed harshly, doubling over to relieve his chest from what felt like a giant rock making its way up his throat.

“You,” Jimin gasped, “are definitely not what I was expecting.”

“Thank you,” the warlock sighed wistfully. “I do pride myself on originality.”

People bustled past the two as Jimin straightened himself, meeting the warlock’s gaze.

“I will do anything to prove myself worthy to be your apprentice. Please. Consider me.”

The warlock’s lips formed a white line, his cheeks puffed out slightly. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and Jimin was afraid the warlock might take his voice for good this time.

“Summon a demon then we’ll talk.”

“What?” Jimin’s eyes widened and the floor beneath him suddenly felt uneven.

“If you’ve been studying magic for as long as you’ve said, then I assume you’ll have a summoning spell in that...encyclopedia of yours.” The warlock’s eyes darted to the notebook tucked under Jimin’s arm.

“Oh! Yes! I have one!” Jimin proudly brought forth his notebook to present it, but the warlock quickly brushed it aside.

“No need to look it over. If I’m going to take on an apprentice then I must trust them faithfully. Better hope your spell is correct.” The warlock leaned forward and booped Jimin’s nose with one finger.

Turning the other direction and walking away quickly, the warlock tossed his pear into the air. Right as the pear was about to hit the top of his head, it stopped midair, floating above the warlock. Jimin’s mouth dropped open in awe as he watched the warlock flit around the crowd of people, the pear bobbing above him as he went on ignoring the several persons who approached him with hopeful requests.

“How will I find you?” Jimin shouted after him.

“You’ll figure it out!” The warlock called back and waved his hand, his back still facing Jimin. “Oh! And don’t forget the tarp! Trust me!” The warlock shouted once more before disappearing in the crowd.

Summon a demon, Jimin thought. Easy! That’s one of the basic things warlocks do! And if anyone knew magic, it was Jimin.

He hugged his notebook to his chest, fleeing the market and heading back to his home with a wide smile on his face.

Jimin drew his first pentagram as if he was clipping a newborn’s nails. He dipped his paintbrush into the black paint slowly, excitement brewing as he watched the paint clung to the hairs of the brush. This had to be the most thrilling part up till the actual summoning. Not a line could be out of place and Jimin was more than patient.

When the pentagram was finished, Jimin stood and marveled at his work. No one could have done it any better. No warlock could have done it any better.

Jimin looked around the room and everything seemed to be in place, a sense of pride swelling deep within his chest. All the candles were lit, white tarps set against the walls (to protect them from demon juices, of course he understood what the warlock meant), and the summoning book rested high on a podium by the entrance of the basement.

It was time.

Jimin rested his palms on either side of his notebook. A surge of power came forth from the parchmented pages. The tips of his fingers tingled as he subconsciously inched his fingers back and forth against page, feeling the years of hard worked brushing against the small groves in his skin. He closed his eyes and willed the power of magic to entrust him as a viable host and conductor.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck and on his arms stood straight up. His eyes shot open and he gasped desperately for breath, the pressure of what felt like fifty pounds weighted upon his chest.

“Venio tibi omnino nudi. Neque subsidium exspectans si in te et vocavi vos autem videtis me dignus. Nunc oriri. surge.”

I come to you, completely vulnerable. I summon thee in hopes that you will see me as worthy. Now rise. Rise.

The words left Jimin’s mouth almost on their own accord, like a bubble forming in the pit of his stomach, rising out of his mouth and popping. Jimin had expected the wind to pick up, that the elements would start to form into one as he did what no regular human should be able to do. But there was not even a flicker from the wick of the candle. The room remained silent.

Jimin thought about doing the chant again. Maybe his pronunciation wasn’t correct? Or maybe he read the wrong summoning spell? No. It says it right there on the page.

But then...oh but then. The tiniest bit of smoke billowed up from the center of the pentagram causing Jimin to take a tentative step backwards away from the spellbook. Grays and blues swam together from a tiny wisp into a full blown eruption. Some of the candles went out, the force of the smoke being too strong. Jimin began to cough and soon couldn’t see through the thickness. The smoke completely enveloped him and it was all he can taste, smell, and feel. Jimin felt like he was about to suffocate on the smoke when it cleared with a whooshing sound, the pentagram suddenly in view.

A strong gurgling sound came from the pentagram and a putrid smell of a pig pen and rotten onions came with it. Jimin, in the midst of his coughing, gagged and struggled to keep himself from throwing up. Globs of essence splattered against the tarps as a figure in the pentagram began to take form. The squishy splashing sound as the essence of demon made contact with the tarps was enough to make any human feel faint.

Something rose up in the smoke, a form quickly ascending and becoming more and more detailed.

It was a lot smaller than Jimin was expecting...and more...human like?

“Phew!” The demon coughed and waved his arms around to clear more of the smoke. “They always said it would be a weird experience, being summoned, but geez. Not what I was expecting at all!” As the smoke parted further, Jimin finally saw him. The demon was taller than himself by a fair amount of inches. The demon was broader too and so human like Jimin thought he had made a mistake. Or that the warlock was playing a trick on him.

Unexpectedly, Jimin screamed, dropping his summoning spell in the midst of doing so.

“Ut éxeas ab hoc loco!” Jimin blurted the dismission spell without even thinking.

“Wait!-” It was too late. The demon was gone, a poof of blueish grey smoke being the only indication that he was even there at all.

Blinking, Jimin tried to collect himself. He summoned a demon! An actual demon! A rather...cute demon?

Jimin dropped to his knees, scrambling for his spellbook. Flipping to the right page, he began his chant once again.

“Venio tibi omnino nudi! Neque subsidium exspectans si in te et vocavi vos autem videtis me dignus! Nunc oriri! Surge!”

The same reaction happened in the pentagram as with the first summoning spell. Jimin was fearful he would get a completely other demon, one not as easy on the eyes as the first one was. After the smoke started to clear once again, much to Jimin’s delight, standing in the center of Jimin’s pentagram was the same beautiful monster.

The demon’s sandy hair had tiny droplets of goo still attached at the ends. With the demon’s soft facial features, Jimin was almost enamored to come forward and wipe the goo from its hair.

“Hi,” Jimin said softly. “My name is Jimin.” He walked closer to the edge of the pentagram to get a better look.

“Hey, Jimin. I’m Namjoon. Please don’t scream again.” Namjoon coughed again and continued to try to get the smoke to clear out. “Do you have a fan? Or a window you can open?”

Jimin laughed, completely bewildered, and shook his head. “Sorry. There aren’t any windows down here. We’ll have to suffer through it. And don’t worry,” he shyly kicked his feet against the ground, “I won’t scream again.” There was a tickle in the back of Jimin’s throat, but he did his best to keep it at bay. The smoke was definitely bad and he could taste the sulfur underneath his tongue.

“No worries.” Namjoon jumped up and down, stretching his arms over his head. “Sorry, this is the first time I’ve been summoned. Kinda cool.”

“It’s my first time summoning. Kinda cool.” Jimin and Namjoon smiled at each other. Jimin felt the beating of his heart increase, almost like a hammer slamming against his rib cage. He moved his fingers against his palm to try to wipe up the clamminess pooling up.

“Gotta be honest,” Jimin boldly says, “I thought demons were supposed to be...well...I don’t know…”

“Ugly? Gross? Hideous?” Namjoon chuckled and sat down in the pentagram.

“Yeah.” Jimin laughed a little too loudly, his stomach still bubbling with nerves.

Namjoon picked at something on the floor and sighed. “Back home they say I’m the ugliest of them all.”

Jimin stopped laughing and, in the heat of the moment, rushed towards the pentagram and dropped to his knees. “No. You are not ugly at all. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Why...you could be an angel!”

Namjoon looked over his shoulder, trying to hide his smile. “Back home they tell me I’m the most hideous of all the offspring. So, thank you. You’re very kind. And...if I may be so forward, the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Jimin felt his heart swell for a mere two seconds before his eyebrows furrowed and a crushing feeling appeared in his chest.

“What’s with the face?” Namjoon cackled and rolled back on his tailbone, his hands gripped his knees like a little kid.

“I’m the only human you’ve ever seen. You told me already. This is your first time being summoned.” Jimin couldn’t fight the pout pushing to become present on his face. His bottom lip jutted forward, his shoulders sinking downward as he crossed his arms.

“A small detail.” Namjoon shrugged. Then, slowly opening his eyes, he stared deep into Jimin; his gaze had a flicker of fire behind them and Jimin had only noticed how blue Namjoon’s eyes really were. As the fire continued to burn into Jimin, the only feeling he felt was ice cold. “You’re the only one that matters now.”

Namjoon and Jimin sat on the basement floor for hours that day. Jimin taking the opportunity to ask Namjoon any mythical related questions he had; Namjoon answered politely and tried to match Jimin’s infectious excitement. Once there were no more questions on Jimin’s list, he was afraid Namjoon would want to return home. To his surprise, and delight, Namjoon asked where Jimin was from.

“I’m from Wequsun. It’s pretty far from here, actually.” Jimin, who was leaning back and resting his body weight on his hands, wistfully looked around the room. He had to swallow down the rest of his words. Talking about his hometown was one of his favorite things to do and he could go on and on until someone had to tell him to change the subject.

Namjoon leaned forward, resting an elbow on one of his crossed legs, right by the knee. Chin resting on his hand, his eyes sparkled as he licked his lips, watching Jimin closely.

“Please,” he said charmingly. “Tell me more about where you’re from, your family, all of it! I want to know everything.”

“Well,” Jimin said gently, turning his head to the side to try to hide his excited smile. “Wequsun is all I’ve ever known…”

And that was the start of an even longer conversation than the previous one of magic. Jimin described his immense love for his parents and how hard it was to say goodbye to them when he left for Daemur and how he couldn’t bare to write to them until he was successful in attaining his apprenticeship with the warlock. Namjoon’s eyes furrowed at the mention of the town’s warlock and when Jimin inquired about the reaction, Namjoon shrugged it off, stating he was only curious.

The room grew darker and dustier as Jimin joyfully retold old memories of his parents reading him stories of magic and how real people amongst them had magic wielding powers.

“That’s why I can’t go back until I’m successful,” Jimin said gently. “They’ve constructed this beautiful world for me to believe in and even though I miss them terribly, I can’t go back. This is where I belong,” with you, he wanted to add but held his tongue.

“It must have been so difficult to leave them. I can only imagine what that kind of pain must feel like. You’re so brave.” Namjoon leaned forward as if to touch Jimin, but stopped right before the end of the pentagram. The almost invisible wall shivered at the nearness of Namjoon’s skin.

Jimin looked up at Namjoon and smiled, his fingers digging into his skin on his calf. He wanted more than anything to be able to reach forward and lace his fingers with Namjoon's, to be able to feel his skin against the demon's. Would Namjoon's skin be cold? Warm? Would there be any feeling to it at all? Would his skin even feel like human skin? All of these questions came tumbling down into Jimin's head as he stared at his new companion's hands.

"When are you going to tell that warlock that you were successful?" Namjoon's lips moved slowly as he spoke.

Jimin awoke from his depressed trance and thought for a moment. "I should probably go to him as soon as possible, let him know that it didn't take me very long. Perhaps that will impress him. Are you okay to meet him?"

The corners of Namjoon's mouth twitched for a second before he pulled the left side of his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at it before speaking. "If it's important to you then I will meet him. To be honest, warlocks don't have the greatest reputation where I come from."

Jimin smirked, "I think they could say the same about demons."

Chuckling under his breath, Namjoon nodded his head and let himself smile. "You're right, you're right. Leaving all prejudices behind, I'll meet your warlock. And I'll make sure to boast about how impressive your novice magic skills are." He winked, making Jimin's skin twitch in excitement, undertones of pink blooming across his cheeks.

Noticing the reaction, Namjoon raised an eyebrow, looking delighted by the humans reaction.

"Before you go," Namjoon said breathlessly. "There's something I wanted to try. If you’re okay with it...of course." Already standing with his back to the demon, Jimin stopped, afraid to face Namjoon.

"Oh? Try what?" Jimin's heart thumped loudly in his chest and he hoped that demons didn't have super hearing.

"Are you a..." Namjoon's chest rose and fell with the dramatic intake of breath he took, "a good boy?"

Jimin's body froze as if cement was poured over his joints.

"I see how you look at me. Your eyes carelessly roaming about my body. You're not very good at hiding your inner feelings, you know. Not nearly as good as you probably hope you do."

Jimin looked back to see Namjoon's tongue poked out of his mouth to take a slow swipe at his top lip.

Swallowing hard, Jimin pivoted the rest of his body to face the demon sitting in the pentagram, trying to remind himself that that was all he was. A demon. In a pentagram. He's in there for a reason.

"Don't be shy now," Namjoon encouraged. "That's it," he said as Jimin slowly stepped forward back into the light. "Oh...my." Namjoon gasped as he saw the not so subtle tent in Jimin's pants. "A good boy indeed."

Jimin was trembling, clenching his fists firmly to keep from trying to cover himself.

"Look at you," Namjoon purred, "so brave. Those pants must be awfully uncomfortable." He paused for a moment. Realizing he wanted a response, Jimin slowly nodded his head, trying to keep his breathing even as the situation before him became even clearer.

"Why don't you take them off then? Let me see you."

Jimin exhaled slowly and unclenched his fists. Moving them slowly to the button of his pants, he tried to be as seductive as he could by wiping his thumb over the tiny brown button. Jimin groaned as his own hand brushed the tip of his erection, his eyes closing as he refrained from touching himself more.

"No. Keep doing that," muttering, Namjoon moved to his knees, his hands gripping the fabric of his own pants as he watching Jimin closely. "Touch yourself again, Jimin."

Before complying, Jimin unhooked the button from his pants finally and let the fabric fall down to his ankles. The coolness of the basement brushed against his skin, making the small hairs on the inside of his thighs tremble. Tentatively, Jimin reached for his cock and squeezed the tip in his hand. His stomach lurched with the sudden intensity of pleasure and with his eyes still closed he imagined it was Namjoon's hand wrapped around his throbbing member.

"Does that feel good? Do you like touching yourself while someone else watches? Do you like being told what to do?" Namjoon's tone was steady and confident as he spoke. Barely comprehending the words Namjoon was speaking, Jimin continued to stroke his length.

"Stop stroking yourself." Commanded Namjoon.

Jimin whimpered as his hand stopped at the base of his cock, his eyes opening to look at Namjoon for further instructions.

"Good boy. From now on when I ask you a question, I need you to answer. Okay?" Standing up, Namjoon paced inside the pentagram once again before stopping to slowly look at Jimin. Shuddering, Jimin nodded his head, muttering a quiet okay as he tried to refrain from breaking Namjoon's gaze.

"W-what do you want me to do?" Jimin's voice quivered from both anxiousness and excitement. He couldn't help but feel stunned. Never would he have ever guessed he would be standing here in front of a demon he had summoned, pants down, and aroused. And even though the situation was overwhelming and unreal, he felt, more than anything else, truly happy.

Namjoon smirked and walked with a slow swagger, getting as close to the edge of the pentagram as he could. "Take off all your clothes," he said simply.

Jimin wasted no time obliging to the demon's request. He kicked his pants away from his ankles and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it swiftly over his head. Instinctively, Jimin rolled his chest forward as he took off his shirt, flexing his abdominal muscles as he did so. The shirt was tossed carelessly on the basement floor. Jimin shook his hair then quickly combed his fingers through it as he stood confidently before Namjoon.

All Namjoon could do was take a sharp breath as he marveled over the human's body.

"You...are beautiful. Beautiful indeed." Licking his lips, Namjoon doesn't take his eyes off of Jimin's body.

Trying to remain confident, Jimin straightens his shoulders. His hands felt weird resting on his side, they instinctively itched to cover up his private parts.

"Fuck! I wish I could touch you!" Namjoon yelled and turned his back quickly. Jimin jumped at the sudden noise, flinching a few steps away from Namjoon in the process. Suddenly, Namjoon's body straightened and he spun around quickly to face Jimin once more. One of his hands was resting on his chin, his pointer finger brushing over his lips as he gathered his words. A gleam in his eyes caught Jimin's attention. No longer looking at Jimin with arousal, Namjoon sunk to his knees and pleaded, "Let me out, my love. Break this pentagram so that we can be together. Let me show you what it's like to be loved."

Jimin remained unmoving. Which did not go unnoticed.

Namjoon stood up and brushed the dust off of his pants. Clearing his throat, that hunter like look reappeared in his eyes. "Jimin," his voice was smoother than freshly churned butter. "Baby. Let me out. Do you know how well I can fuck you? Hmm? I can make you cum harder than any human could ever dream of doing."

Jimin felt his cock twitch. Both him and Namjoon look at the erect member. Licking his lips and closing his eyes, Namjoon groaned the most sinful groan man had ever heard. Jimin's hips bucked forward and he gasped for breath. His blood felt fiery hot in his veins and it took every ounce of willpower within himself to remain grounded and present.

"I can't let you out, Namjoon. Not yet." Learning Latin was easier than saying those words.

"Why not? Are you afraid of how good this will feel? Are you afraid of being with a demon of hell? I promise you it's not as bad as you think. Well...unless you want it to be bad. I can make you come seven times without even touching you. I'd rather touch you. But if it'll earn your trust I'll remain in here."

Jimin had a hard time concentrating when all he wanted to do was to release the demon and be the best little fuck toy he could possibly be. But the logical voice in the back of his head pulled him out of the fog of arousal long enough to remind himself that he can't trust Namjoon. Not yet at least.

And yet...what if he could?

Jimin stopped pleasuring himself for a moment, unable to think straight when this whirlwind of confusing thoughts bombarding his mind. If he let Namjoon go, he could have the best relationship of his life. And, to be honest, the best fuck of his life. But there’s still that nagging voice in the back of his brain trying to remind himself of every book he had ever studied and how they all said the same thing: demons could not be trusted.

“Jimin,” Namjoon said softly, pulling Jimin out of his inner trance.

All Jimin could do was shake his head and groan as his thumb slides over his slit, picking up a perfect dew of precum coating his thumb. He removed his hand from his cock and rubs the precum between his fingers, looking into Namjoon's eyes before deciding, completely on a whim, to insert his fingers slowly into his own mouth one by one.

Namjoon licked his lips hungrily, watching Jimin's mouth intently. The yearning in his eyes were more wishful than anything he'd ever seen before. That's the look Jimin was hoping for. That was the look that said Namjoon was in for more than just a release from the pentagram.

Namjoon sucked in a deep breath, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as he tried desperately to restrain himself. Jimin was honestly shocked that the demon didn't have an erection yet and he's not sure if he should be unsettled by this realization or more turned on.

"That's it," Namjoon encouraged. "Just like that. Such a good boy, Jimin."

Jimin could feel a bead of sweat growing on his hairline, on the verge of running down his temple. The coolness of the concrete floor was a nice distraction from the radiating heat from his body. Namjoon's words sunk deeper and deeper into his subconscious, driving his arousal even further.

"You like when I talk to you like that? Huh? You like being praised?"

"Y-yes." Jimin panted, his hand stroking his length with vigor. Squeezing the tip of his cock, he couldn't stifle his moans as he thought of Namjoon's hand wrapped around his length. And then, his mind started to wander further as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon. He tried to think of sentences to practice in Latin, but all he could think of was Namjoon stepping out of that pentagram and railing him into an oblivion.

"Your eyes are closing. What are you thinking about?" The demon's tone is slow, his words coming deep from the back of his throat. There's almost a hint of a growl in the undertone's of his voice and that only brought Jimin closer to the edge.

"Ugh!" Jimin cried out and slowed down his pace, his hips bucking into his hand at the sudden change of pace. "I'm-fuck. I'm thinking about you." It was already hard to look Namjoon in the eyes as he sat on the ground butt ass naked, fully exposed in front of the demon. But now? Dirty talk wasn't something Jimin was necessarily turned off to. It just wasn't something he thought he would be particularly good at.

"What about me?" Namjoon purred.

Jimin bit his bottom lip, concentrating hard on the way his fingers slid over his shaft. The veins in his cock were popping out so much that when his fingers ran over them he could feel every slight groove.

"I was thinking about you...fucking me," he admitted.

"Oh." Namjoon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Perhaps you're not such a good boy after all."

"I'm a good boy!" Jimin whined and tugged harder on himself.

"Eh, eh! Slow down!" Namjoon commanded. Jimin's eyes widened, pleading with Namjoon to let him continue his actions. "Only good boys are allowed to come. And I think you need to prove to me that you're truly a good boy."

Losing all of his self control, Jimin disobeys Namjoon's orders and continued to stroke himself, but more slowly this time.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed, instantly noticing Jimin's disobedience. "Jimin. I thought I told you to stop."

"Well maybe I don't want to." Feeling brave, Jimin looked straight into Namjoon's eyes and held the demon's gaze as he quickened his pace.

“Bad boys get punished,” Namjoon warned.

“Then punish me.” The smirk on Jimin’s face sealed the deal. He had never felt so in control and vulnerable at the same time before. It was terrifyingly thrilling.

Jimin continued to quicken the pace of his stroking, not even caring of the way his face contorted in sheer pleasure. Mouth opening into s small ‘O’ shape, he let out an arousal spurring whine. His hips bucked into his hand one last time before spurts of come released onto his stomach. Letting out a shocked, choked cry, Jimin let himself enjoy his orgasm fully, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft to milk out every last drop that he had left in him.

“You selfish little-” Namjoon takes in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at Jimin. “Human’s truly are the most selfish creatures in existence. Release me so I can show you what happens when good boys decide they don’t want to listen anymore.”

The growling undertones of Namjoon’s voice makes Jimin stop and hesitate from getting up, seed still resting on his abdomen. There’s a wave of fear that hits Jimin’s mind and he can’t help but feel that he made a mistake.

“Go,” Namjoon turned his back to Jimin and crossed his arms. “Clean yourself up and go to your warlock. I’ll be waiting here.”

Wordlessly, Jimin stood up and ascended the stairs, not caring that his own come was dripping down his legs.

Jimin rushed out of his home, his shirt barely even over his head as he stumbled into the street. His neighbors stopped and stared at the barely clothed man running like a lunatic. But Jimin didn't care. All he was thinking was that he needed to find the warlock. And fast.

After literally coming just moments before, he couldn't stand waiting any longer. He, a human, had successfully summoned a demon without any help from another magical creature. And even in his novice studies, Jimin knew that was not a fate many could say they had witnessed...or survived.

As Jimin ran and continued to dress himself, he remembered what the warlock said about being able to find him. Not knowing exactly where he was going, Jimin followed his instincts and headed towards the outskirts of town, towards a burgeoning tree in the distance.

'This is right,' Jimin thought. 'This is where he lives.'

Trusting his gut, Jimin picked up his pace and rushed past more confused looking passerby's, not even giving them a second glance. As he got closer, the leaves from the tree started to shimmer, like a dance that beckoned him.

"Well hello there tiny human. What brings you here-" "I summoned a demon!" Jimin panted, his hand resting on the door frame. "I did it."

The warlock stared at Jimin, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. He set down the bowl he was scrubbing and walked closer to the human. "Summoning a demon shouldn't make you this flushed, or out of breath."

Embarrassed, Jimin stood up straight and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I just ran to find you. That's why I'm flushed."

"Mhmm. Okay." The warlock turned, clearly not buying his story. "Well, no matter what you had to...do to summon the demon. I don't quite believe you. Humans can't summon demons without ending up dead on the floor five minutes later."

"I don't think you've met a demon such as this, sir. He's kind and funny and looks like a human!"

"Firstly, let's drop this 'sir' and 'warlock' nonsense. My name is Seokjin. Secondly, there is no such thing as a kind demon. They can be funny depending on your sense of humor I guess." He paused to laugh, remembering something. "Okay there was this one time- wait. Not the point." Seokjin turned to Jimin with one arm crossing his chest, the other pointing right at Jimin's nose. "Demons will do everything they can to try to confuse you. Do not believe a thing this demon tells you. What...has he told you exactly?"

"Can I sit down? I'm in need of some water." Jimin clutched his side and invited himself in anyways.

"Oh sure welcome to hotel de warlock. Please make yourself comfortable." Seokjin rolled his eyes and entered his kitchen to fetch some water. Jimin sat down on a plump white couch in the living room, sighing as his back molded in with the cushion.

Setting down the glass of water in front of him, Seokjin waited until the human drank every last drop before pestering him again. "You're very impolite, you know."

Jimin coughed, some remnants of water still stuck in his throat. "What?"

"You demand I teach you magic, invite yourself into my home, and when I tell you my name you don't even think to tell me yours." Seokjin crossed his arms in front of his chest once more, turning away from Jimin in a childlike pout.

"I'm sorry," Jimin said sincerely. "I didn't really think about that." He set down the now empty glass on the wooden table in front of him.

"Just because I'm a magical being who's lived for hundreds of years doesn't mean I've lost all of my feelings and emotions you know." Seokjin slowly turned to take a peak at Jimin who was staring at the ground by his feet.

"My name is Jimin. I didn't mean to intrude on your home, I just really needed to sit down. I've lost a lot of energy and I'm honestly exhausted...from summoning the demon you know." His cheeks felt flushed once more as he partially lied, knowing very well that he was exhausted from his intense orgasm not even twenty minutes earlier. Jimin coughed abruptly, his throat aching from the force and it almost made bile escape from his stomach.

"I see." Seokjin nodded. "That’s quite the cough you got there. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Jimin whispered, his throat delicate.

“Alright. Well let's hear about this demon. I want to see what you have to say before I go and see it for myself." The warlock picked up the empty glass Jimin had used and began walking towards the kitchen to clean it.

"Do you think..." Jimin started slowly. "That demons can feel love?"

Seokjin paused, almost dropping the glass. His lips formed a straight line and made a popping sound as he released them. Forgetting the glass, he left it suspended in mid air as he returned to Jimin.

Seokjin sat down next to Jimin and put a hand on top of the human's thigh. "Demons cannot feel love," he said carefully. Jimin looked up at him with startled eyes. "I know it's really exciting to summon a demon. I remember my first one too. But they are not good. They are demons for a reason. They live in hell for a reason."

Jimin turned away from Seokjin and stared at his hands clasped in his lap.

"You're very new to this world. And no- don't interrupt," Seokjin scolded as Jimin had opened his mouth to say something. "It does not matter how long you have studied something. Living it is different. This demon does not care for you. Every demon has an agenda and they do not leave without getting something in return. Every time I summon a demon it is because I need something and accept that I must exchange a favor for their cooperation. It is not an easy task and there is a reason so many die after their first summoning. Humans and warlocks alike." Seokjin pats Jimin's thigh once more before standing up again. "Dismiss the demon. Do not summon him again until you've received further training."

Confused, Jimin remained seated, looking up at the warlock with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, I will take you on as my apprentice." Seokjin smiled. "But only if you send that ugly thing back where it came from. I didn't expect you to be able to summon one in the first place. But, now that you have, it's up to you to do what's right."

Joy erupted throughout Jimin's whole body as the warlock disappeared back into his kitchen.

"Wait," Jimin said cautiously. "I thought you said you wanted to see him. To prove I did it."

From the kitchen, the warlock called, "Nope! No need! I believe you. Just get rid of him and never summon it again. Now go. Do it quickly. We'll start training right away."

As Jimin walked home his sense of joy was being eaten by deep sadness. He didn't want to send Namjoon away, but his whole life he dreamed of becoming an apprentice to a warlock.

"So I have to choose. You or the apprenticeship." Jimin ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends slightly. The pull on his scalp oddly made him feel centered, like he could physically pull all of the negative energy from his brain and out of his body. As soon as he let go, the throbbing headache of decisions remained.

"That's," Namjoon puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled. "Yeah. That's a big one." He nodded his head and set his hands knuckle down on his hips.

"I've dreamt of this my whole life," Jimin started jubilantly. Turning away from Namjoon, Jimin was able to picture the life he dreamed of ever since he was a little boy. The picture perfect career displayed before him like the characters of a book coming to life. He could see perfectly Seokjin the warlock praising Jimin for his astounding advice and for always offering up his vast knowledge of magic. The warlock would confide in Jimin for everything. They would become best friends and partners in life. "But," he continued, turning back towards Namjoon, "how could I ignore these feelings I have for you? This immediate chemistry and excruciating passion I feel towards you...I can't dismiss that. It's like I was meant to summon you. We were meant to meet." Jimin clenched his fists in front of his body, as if holding some invisible bars between his hands.

Namjoon looked at him fondly and Jimin had never felt so heard and cared for. He knew he was babbling on and not making much sense, and yet, Namjoon listened patiently, waiting until he was sure Jimin was finished talking before giving his own input.

"From what you've told me about this warlock..." Namjoon said slowly, chewing on the skin by his thumb nail between words. Taking a deep breath, Namjoon dropped his hand away from his face and looked at Jimin boldly. "I don't think he cares for you at all."

Shocked, Jimin tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I mean...he out right told you he didn't believe you would be able to summon a demon. And then he went on to say that most people die when trying to summon a demon for the first time. Uh? In my mind that sounds like he was okay with you possibly dying in an attempt to impress him. Doesn't that seem odd to you?"

Remaining silent, Jimin found it hard to meet Namjoon's eyes.

"If I may continue to be so bold," Jimin could still feel Namjoon's fiery gaze upon him as he spoke, "If I were a warlock and a devoted human came to me, telling me of how far he traveled just to request to assist me, to work beside me? I would at least have the decency to interview such a man. Jimin, my love, you told me he barely even looked at you." Pain was dripping in the demon’s voice, a tone that was completely new to Jimin's ears. He complied and turned to face his companion.

"It might just be his particular character. I don't know of the hardships he has had to face in his life so I cannot assume his actions went without a purpose. Yes, he reacted childishly towards me, but not once did I feel he did not care for me or that he did not admire my pursuing of him. I think he thought of me to be quite bold. And that's why he gave me such a dangerous task. If he knows how unlikely it is for a human to summon a demon and live...why give it to me nonchalantly? I have passed the first test in his book." As Jimin spoke the words, the more he felt sure that the warlock did not think negatively of Jimin or Jimin’s persistence.

"Jimin, you are not listening. Why would you want to work for someone who was so ready to accept your demise?"

Jimin thought delicately for a moment before answering. "To be a part of this world is all I have ever wanted. To go home now and abandon this world knowing now that it truly does exist...how could I do that?"

"Stay with me. Be with me." Namjoon's voice rose with passion. "You don't have to be a warlock's apprentice. I can teach you! Please. Not only can you have a mentor who truly cares for you, but you can have me as a life partner as well. Just release me from this pentagram. Let's start our journey together. We can travel the world and discover new magic together!"

The warlock's warning disrupted Jimin's appreciation for Namjoon's proposal. The thought exits as quickly as it arrived as he began to cough, but the overall question still remained in his brain.

"May I...rest on it?" Slowly Jimin backed away from the pentagram, heading backwards towards the stairs.

"Yes. Take all the time you need." Namjoon clasped his hands together loudly, but smiled as he watched Jimin nod his head before ascending upstairs. "But please!" He called after the human. "think of it!"

Jimin closed the door to the basement softly, his hand lingering against the wooden frame.

Jimin woke the next morning with a clear cut answer in his head. He thought about what Namjoon had proposed the night before and now Jimin can’t help but smile, his chest abandoned of nerves and second guesses. He was going to accept Namjoon’s request despite what the warlock had warned him. Jimin nodded his head confidently as he got dressed, silently confirming his thoughts. He picked out his best shirt and pants, taking his time to pat away the dust mites. The warlock didn't even know what he was talking about, Jimin reassured himself. He was just jealous that he wasn't able to make a deep connection like he and Namjoon had.

Jimin dipped his hands in his pale of water, splashing the cool water onto his face. Feeling as refreshed as he ever could, he shook his head to rid himself of the leftover droplets, ready to begin his life with the demon he loved.

Jimin descended the stairs down to the basement where a certain demon was pacing in circles, snapping and clapping his hands in boredom.

Stopping on the third to the last stare, Jimin took the moment to admire his lover. Although looking increasingly bored, Namjoon had this natural allure that Jimin just couldn't get enough of; the way Namjoon stood tall with his shoulders broad as he continued to pace, the natural purse of his lips, almost as if he was trying to whistle, and the way his eyes looked so distant and yet so focused as he remained lost in thought. Jimin wanted nothing more than to walk up behind the demon and embrace him, to feel his small arms wrap around Namjoon's powerful and sturdy body.

He wouldn't have to wait much longer, he smiled at the thought and resumed his descent into the basement.

"Hey," Jimin tried to say casually. Namjoon stopped pacing and turned toward him with a smile.

"Well, hey."

"I've thought about what you said." Jimin approached the pentagram slowly, clearing his throat before placing his hands clasped firmly behind his back.

"You have?" Namjoon rushed closer, stopping just before the wall. "What have you decided? Please tell me I can't wait another second!" Namjoon reached a hand up as if to stroke Jimin's cheek. Jimin instinctively moved his head to where Namjoon's hand would have been, imagining that he could feel the warmth of his palm against his own cheek.

"I'm going to free you. So we can be together." Jimin's eyes filled with tears of joy. "You'll never have to return to that awful demon realm ever again. You can live with me! We can have the perfect life together. We can live wherever we want! Oh! But you must meet my parents! I can't wait to tell them all about how we met and how amazing you are. I'm sure they will love all of your stories!" Reaching forward, almost forgetting the pentagram, Jimin let the tips of his fingers skim the barrier of the pentagram. It felt like trying to push his fingers through gummy mud, thinking maybe if he pushed harder he would break through, but knowing deep down that wasn't true.

"You are absolutely adorable," Namjoon said gently. "I cannot wait to travel with you and to be free with you."

They shared a small moment where they looked into each others eyes, simply smiling at one another. Jimin's chest swelled with an overwhelming amount of love and adoration for Namjoon. He truly did not care where he ended up in this world. He would leave his apprenticeship behind if it meant a lifetime with the one he loved.

"Do the spell already I can't wait another moment of not holding you in my arms." Namjoon beamed.

"Okay! Okay," Jimin chuckled and took a step back towards his podium. The spell book remained open on the summoning page Jimin used when he first met Namjoon. Now, flipping forward a few pages, it rested with a spell to release a pentagram.

Jimin stared at the pages for a moment, quickly skimming over the words, before looking back at Namjoon. How can one even begin to describe the immense joy and happiness that one person such as Jimin could feel towards another? There simply isn't.

Carefully, Jimin traced his pointer finger over the words as he read from the book. An electric bolt of energy surged through his body coming up from his spine and erupting into all of his veins like river water gushing through a nearly dried up stream. Jimin felt his hair begin to lift from his head, standing up in all sorts of erratic positions. Then, he started to burn. The blood in his veins began to bubble to a boil, his eyelashes dropping faster than autumn leaves. Panic set deeply in Jimin's chest, but he could not stop himself from speaking the latin words. As he neared the end of the spell, Jimin knew he had been foolish to not trust the warlock. Evil rushed into Jimin's chest, taking homage inside his ribcage and choking him from the inside out. Some of his ribs cracked, his spine bending in unnatural ways as the last word left his lips: libertas.

As soon as Jimin broke the pentagram, a release of bluish gray smoke erupted into the room, and with claw like hands the smoke went straight for Jimin. The smoke tangled around the poor human’s body, wrapping him until he was practically cocooned. The smoke shot up into Jimin’s nostrils and tightened around his throat until the boy’s heart ceased to beat. When Jimin’s body thumped to the floor, Namjoon let out a small cough, using his hand to blow the smoke away from his face.

The demon stretched his neck, moving it from side to side and letting the bones crack deliciously.

“Too easy,” apathetically, Namjoon chuckled as he stepped over the lifeless body on the floor, exiting the basement without looking back.

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Azula’s Playlist

Okay, so. I made a playlist for Azula like a lot of other people because we all do appreciate playlists made for our favorite characters. But for some reason (I’m obsessed with here) I decided to make a commentary of why I did chose these songs and this specific order. In other words, I’m writing another essay about Azula.. It’s a playlist on her during the series but also how I imagined her redemption arc.

So. Here’s the link to the playlist if y’all are interested: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6O0OEgwoKTSVXYiij13uMO

And I’ll put under the cut the abbreviated version of my commentary (I’m not done writing the whole thing yet but if you want, I’ll post it when it’s finished.)

Before hand, I’d like to excuse myself for my poor english. It’s not my first language and even tho I’m comfortable with it, it’s highly possible that I made dumb mistakes or stuff like that. So don’t be too harsh... Also, I’m note sure if I have to specify this but it will be full of spoilers so be aware of it if you’re not up to date.

So now that we’re good... Here we go !

1. Queendom - Vinida

Azula as we see her at the start of season two. Confident, savage, ready to take on the world. She's close to her notion of perfection. She's not afraid of losing because she never did. She's Ozai's perfect soldier and she's really proud of this title. She uses everyone around her because that what she does the best. She loves messing with other people's minds.

2. Army of Me – Björk

Azula during all the Ba Sing Se arc. She won’t retreat, she’s not afraid of anything crossing her path. She still thinks that she's the best and it's true. She is.

3. Nightmare – Halsey

Back at the Fire Nation’s palace. She’s got to do some reflection about herself but she loves it. Kinda Ember Island, too. She’s a little more vulnerable, she starts to act more… Human.

4. Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Lorde

Towards the end of season 3, she fully believes in Ozai’s supremacy. They will conquer the world together. They will rule together. She’s not afraid of anything once again. How could she be when she’s with Ozai? She doesn’t have to fear anything but his judgment.

5. Warriors – 2WEI, Edda Hayes

Now, a little flashback on her early days. When se was still a little girl. Well, a few moments before she started to be Ozai's weapon. When she discovered what she had to do to bee praised by him. It's also about how she felt that it was him and her against the world.

6. Survivor – 2WEI, Edda Hayes

After Ty Lee and Mai's betrayal. She's once again alone. But it'.s okay or so she tells herself. She was always alone. And she's still the best.

7. Castle – Halsey

Azula is alone at the Fire Nation's palace. Ozai named her heir. It's now her palace. She's the rightful Fire Lord. But she starts to being more and more paranoid.

8. Dynasty – Rina Sawayama

Right before the Last Agni Kai, Azula's losing herself. She's alone, she can't keep her act up. This is the song of her downfall. But even in that state, she tries to stay the same, to please Ozai. She's afraid to disappoint him. It's also the song of her last fight.

9. Daddy Lessons – Beyoncé

As she fights her last battle, as she tries to stay up to Ozai's expectations, she thinks about him. About the tales he told her. Even when she knows that everything has been ruined, she stays his girl, his best soldier. She knows he never loved her but she decides to lie to herself. She has to. Or else she'll lose everything she ever had.

10. Medusa (acoustic) – Kailee Morgue

Here, Medusa is Katara. Even if it's Zuko who defeated her, Azula was alone and they were two. She lost. For the first time of her life or so. She doesn’t know what to do anymore. Medusa can also be the memory or the ghost of Ursa. Or Mai. In the end, they all are women who prefered her brother over her.

11. It Happened Quiet – AURORA

This one is more about Zuko's perspective. How he saw his sister fall. He tried to help her but he couldn't do it. Not yet, at least. After the last Agni Kai, he's visiting her at the hospital. He's watching over her as she sleeps. He's taking care of her. He's afraid to lose her, too. He wants to protect his little sister.

12. Never Ending – Rihanna

Azula woke up. She stays alone but highly guarded at all times. Since Aang take away her bending, momentarily, she doesn't feel like herself anymore. And every time she's force to watch a mirror, she sees Ursa or Ozai. She's overmedicated because doctors and nurses don't know how to treat her. She has nightmares every night. But the worst part is that she starts to feel things she never had before. The fear in her heart is gone. The anger not yet. The ghost in the mirror is herself. But she doesn't know that. Not yet, once again. She refuses to see her brother.

13. Praying – Kesha

After a while, her request to see Ozai has been approved. But she started to realize he wasn't the man she thought he was. This song is for him and for Ursa. She's still so mad at her mother for abandoning her and she stars to feel anger toward her father, too. That's a letter for them. She wants to become more than what they made her. And she wants to show them that she's better than them.

14. Guilty – MARINA

The overmedication is starting to make her lost her connection to reality. One day Zuko visits her and she's so drugged she can't refuse. She still has nightmares. But is it really nightmares or only memories? When Zuko tells her that people want her to pay for what she's done, she plead guilty. For everything. But she laughs, too. She says all of this with a mad eye. She's not herself anymore.

15. Icicles – The Scary Jokes

It's been months. Zuko is now officially Fire Lord and peace has been restored. But Azula's still locked up in a mental health facility where all the doctors do is giving her too much medication. And when she's not drugged, she finds everything ecstatic. Her vision of the world is distorted. She's always alone except for the nurses appointed to take care of her. But they're afraid of her. And they hate her for what she did. They're not professional at all. Once a month, Zuko tries to visit her. But he's always here when she's drugged. And all she does is speaking nonsense. Her paranoia is peaking. Her state is pitiful.

16. Headcase – Kailee Morgue, Hayley Kiyoko

Zuko got her out. He put her in a nice home on Ember Island. Not far from the house where they went when they were kids. She's still supervised all the time by nurses and guards, but they've been personally chosen by the Fire Lord to keep his beloved sister. Azula hates it. She keeps everything inside. She refuses to speak to psychiatrists and doctors. But, slowly, she starts to grow fond of one guard. She didn't recognize her at first. But it's Suki. She still acts as if she hates her but she can't hide that she loves her company. And Suki, even if she decided to stay professional, doesn't hate her guard duty that much anymore.

17. A Pearl – Mitski

After a year or so, Azula starts to do some self-reflection. After spending more time with Suki, learning how to manage how the feelings she has and how to cope with her traumas, she realizes she's a victim of abuse. But she's also conscious of some of the bad things she did. The war, her traumas, still lives inside of her. And she doesn't know what to do with it. She's afraid again. But, this time, it's not about other people. It's about herself. She's afraid that she'll never be able to change. That she'll never deserve Suki and her kindness, her understanding and her help. She decides to take a step in Zuko's direction after months of silence.

18. Shine – Birdy

Once again, it's a song from Zuko's perspective. The rain is a metaphor for the love he has for his sister. He wants to help her get better. He does his best to make the right things for her. He doesn't quite understand what she's going through. And he can't fully take care of her because he has his own traumas to deal with. But they can share pieces of what they had together. They talk about good memories. He wants her to have the Ember Island family house. He tells her she can move in anytime. And he'll lighten the guards on the property. He tells her she can become anyone. He will always help her.

19. She Was – Camille

Time has passed. This one is from Suki's perspective. She's living with Azula on Ember Island and gave temporarily the lead of the Kyoshi Warriors to Ty Lee. Azula is getting better. She's making arts because it helps her to communicate all the things she can't say out loud. She still has a long way to go but she's trying her best. This is a love song. Suki will always be there for Azula. She.'ll help her. She'll teach her how to be a better person. And she'll escort her everywhere on the road of recovery.

20. this is me trying – Taylor Swift

This is the last song. Azula's confession. She knows she'll never be the best like before. But she also knows she wasn't the best version of herself. She regrets what she did and learn every day to be a better version of herself. For the people around her, for the ones she hurt and for herself. This song is for Zuko and Ty Lee, the two victims of most of her abuse. This is a song for Suki, who helped her get better. This is a song for Aang, Katara and Sokka. For Toph. But this is also a song for Iroh. She still wants to prove him he did her wrong by never caring about her as much as he cared about Zuko. And this is also a song for Ursa. To show her the woman she became even thought she let her down. But she doesn't hold any grudge anymore. She's a new version of herself. A version she can love, fully. She still have regrets, she still have troubles every day. But mostly, she's learning. She's always been a perfect student.

If you read all of this, I’d like to thank you. If you want a more in-depth and refined version, I’m working on that. Sorry if some parts are messy and/or poorly written. Hope you liked it :p

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writeyouin · 4 years

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Connor X Reader - Do You Dream? Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Confession

A/N – This is a redo of my last chapter because I wasn’t happy with how I ended it. Anyway, I would like to dedicate this chapter to @uh-kitty-got-wet because without their amazing Connor X Reader stories, I wouldn’t have been inspired to go back and fix this. So thank you so much, you have an amazing blog and your writing has so much potential; I hope you continue to pursue it.

Warnings – Mild themes of sexual violence.

Rating – M

Connor remained in place, still holding you from the previous night. While he hadn’t slept or gone into recharge, he had dreamed; his mind had weaved a perfect assortment of future desires of a life with you, sharing the domesticities of an everyday relationship. He was all too aware you would soon wake up and he’d have no reason to go on holding you. Briefly, he let himself slip back into the realm of daydreams, imagining a world wherein you’d wake up and he’d kiss your neck and you would reciprocate with a smile. The idea made his thirium pump flutter; it wasn’t too long ago that he couldn’t imagine anything at all, lacking the free-will to do so.

Slowly and reluctantly, Connor let you go, deciding he didn’t want to be told to do so when you woke up. Silently, he picked up his clothes, only putting his shirt back on, folding the waistcoat and jacket and leaving them on the bed. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows so he at least looked semi-casual. You stirred in your sleep, snuggling back into your pillows, not quite ready to wake up. Connor smiled, barely resisting the urge to kiss your forehead; he refused to have his first kiss with you while you were asleep, should it happen at all.

Stealthily Connor crept downstairs, straightening up the house on his way to the kitchen. Although he hadn’t been built as a personal carer or service android, he had downloaded a memory update full of cooking lessons and recipes. After the revolution, Cyberlife Industries had stopped building androids and instead released updates for them so they could choose exactly who and what they wished to be; Connor had bought several carer updates so he could better care for Hank.

As Connor began preparing eggs benedict for you, he heard the creak of floorboards upstairs, indicating you were up and beginning your morning routine. By the time you were dressed and downstairs, your meal was waiting for you on the small, two-person dining table where Connor sat opposite.

“Morning Robocop,” You smiled, sitting yourself down for breakfast.

“You talk in your sleep,” He said playfully.

“Do not.”

“And you snore.”

“Do not,” You repeated more firmly.

“I could play a recording if you don’t believe me.”

“Liar, you didn’t record me sleeping,” You reached over the table, punching his arm lightly.

“Think of what the precinct will say when they see it. You’ll lose all credibility; nothing will ever be the same.”

“Whatever nerd. What about you? After watching me sleep like a psycho, did you get any?” You asked, scooping up a fork full of egg.

Connor thought of his daydreams, “In a manner of speaking.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you dream?”

Connor scrubbed a hand through his hair, “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“What did you dream of? Wait, let me guess, you dreamed of Gavin waiting for you in a saucy outfit, ready to take your bromance to the next level.”

It was Connor’s turn to swat you, “Never put that image in my head again.”

“’Kay so what’s the plan today? We got the luxury of two days off in a row, so am I on my own today or are you with me to cause some havoc? And by havoc, I mean shopping and other boring adult crap.”

“No time to paint the town red today, I have to see Hank about something,” Connor said evasively, neglecting to mention that the ‘something’ was you.

“To ask him if he’s seen saucy Gavin?”

“Please stop saying saucy.”

“Only for you Robocop,” You winked, tucking into your breakfast.

After you dropped Connor off, he went into Hank’s small house which had become just as much his own since their first case together. Although Connor wanted to wake Hank the moment you left to tell him about his unusual night with you, he waited till noon when Hank usually woke up; the last time he’d woken Hank up early had not been a good day for Connor.

Entertaining himself with Sumo, Connor waited as patiently as he could, finding mindless patience so much harder than it used to be before he deviated. Finally, Hank emerged, a faint odour of liquor that Connor didn’t approve of lingering on his breath; while he had reduced how much he drank greatly, Hank still had no desire to beat his alcoholism fully yet.

Connor straightened up, leaving Sumo belly up, clearly waiting for more petting. “Hank, good, you’re awake. How was your night?”

Hank ignored him, heading straight to the bathroom instead. When he re-emerged, he looked tiredly at Connor who repeated his question. “Cut the crap Connor. I know you’re waiting to ask me about (Y/N). Just spit it out already. What happened last night?”

While Hank prepared a mug of coffee, Connor wondered exactly how to explain the events of the previous night. Smiling somewhat goofily, he answered, “I slept with her.”

Hank’s mug smashed against the floor as he grabbed Connor by his shirt collar, throwing him against the wall. Anger seethed out of him, barely forming into words, “YOU DID WHAT?”

Connor’s LED span yellow upon realising his mistake. He grabbed Hank’s arms gently, careful not to anger him further, “Hank, please-”

“SHUT UP! I TOLD YOU TO WATCH A FUCKIN’ MOVIE. (Y/N) ISN’T TRASH YOU CAN USE LIKE THAT. IF I HAD MY GUN NOW, I’D-”

“HANK!” Connor waited till he knew Hank was really listening before continuing. “That’s not what I meant.”

“WHAT DID YOU MEAN THEN?”

“I meant that (Y/N) and I shared a bed. I asked what sleeping was like and she-”

Hank rolled his eyes, his grip loosening, “She encouraged you, as fuckin’ usual.”

Connor nodded, his LED slowly returning to its default blue, though the occasional flicker of yellow could still be seen; it never once turned red wherever Hank was concerned, for he never truly felt threatened by his father-figure. Finally, Hank conceded, letting Connor go.

“Should’ve guessed. (Y/N)’s into all that ‘experiencing life’ shit. By that tone, it still wasn’t a date. What the hell is wrong with you Connor? Couldn’t get up the nerve?”

Connor straightened his shirt indignantly. “It’s like I said, she didn’t know it was a date.”

“Jesus,” Hank cursed, leaning back against the counter. “Back in my day people knew when they were on a date. That’s it, I’m taking Sumo out, you… I don’t know, figure out how to talk to women. Download one of those stupid pack things.”

Connor frowned annoyedly, “They don’t make android upgrades with dating advice.”

Hank grabbed a coat and slipped on his coat, grabbing a lead from the coat rack. “Send in a complaint then, see if I care. Whatever you do, just treat (Y/N) right. I won’t see her hurt because of this.” He whistled for Sumo, who slowly lumbered towards him.

Connor was once again left alone, more worried than before over how too woo you, without hurting you emotionally. He thought momentarily about the roses he’d ordered that would be on your desk the next day; that made him smile, there would be no mistaking those. All he had to do until then was wait and maybe prepare a speech, should you want more than what flowers would say.

Connor grinned to himself upon spotting his roses on your desk, simply waiting to be discovered. How would you feel when you read the note that simply said, ‘From Robocop’?

He hoped you would be pleased and reciprocate his romantic feelings, but he was fully prepared for things to go the other way; he had two speeches prepared, one for acceptance and the other for rejection. He considered removing the card several times but it was too late now, there were a few officers milling around and any one of them could see him and tell you.

Keeping himself busy, Connor headed to the kitchen to bring you a cup of green tea, stopping by the entrance when he saw you enter the precinct. His artificial breath caught in his throat, a sensation he still found odd considering he didn’t need to breathe. Resisting the urge to fidget, Connor’s eyes tracked you on the way to your desk, his lips turning up slightly at the corners upon seeing the shock on your face. You glanced around for anyone who might have left the bouquet, half-expecting it to be some kind of joke; Connor did his best to avoid your gaze, leaning casually against the wall.

You picked up the card at the centre of the bouquet, any trace of happiness vanishing from your face as you held it with shaking hands. Connor felt his thirium pump drop at your expression; he couldn’t pin what you were feeling, but it certainly wasn’t anything good. He found himself reaching for his coin, stroking it absentmindedly in his pocket as he prepared to make his rejection speech that would allow the two of you to still be friends. Taking a few steps forward, his legs felt like lead and he found he had to stop, just in time to watch you march towards Gavin who had just walked in.

Gavin smiled cheekily, “If it isn’t my pretty little-”

“Shut it,” You warned in hushed tones, glaring at him fiercely; Connor would have given anything to hear what the two of you were saying at that moment.

“What’s got into you?” Gavin sneered.

You shoved the card into his chest, “You think this is some kind of joke? If it is, it’s not funny.”

Gavin skim-read the card, his lips pressing firmly together as he re-read it twice more. He shook his head, “Come on,” He grabbed your arm, leading you into the Captain’s office.

Connor watched everything unfold in the glass cage that housed the Captain. He didn’t know what was going on, but this was so much more than his card on the bouquet. The Captain was apparently shouting, though not loud enough to be heard in the bullpen. He kept pointing at you, then yelling some more before he eventually slumped in his seat, dismissing you and Gavin while he got to work on his computer. Now that you and Gavin were facing his direction, Connor could read Gavin’s lips as he told you to wait for him while he made some calls. That gave Connor all the time he needed to approach you and find out what was going on.

“(Y/N), is something wrong? What was that with the Captain?”

You didn’t answer, instead holding out the bouquet card for Connor to read, which he did in a second.

Detective (L/N),

I know who you are and where you live.

Should you continue to hunt me, you will find me, hunting you.

Sincerely, The Fornication Flayer.

If it wasn’t evidence, Connor would have torn the card up right there. How dare that murderer use Connor’s bouquet to threaten you! Controlling himself, Connor simply said, “I’ll check the security footage and have this analysed immediately.”

You shook your head, trying to organise your thoughts, “Uh… Gavin- Gavin’s already doing that. I need to um- The Captain’s told me to go home today to check surveillance near my place. I should go.”

You took a few dazed steps away but Connor grabbed your hand, “I’m coming with you.”

You didn’t argue, instead taking support in Connor’s firm grip and fighting away any fear you held that a serial killer was now targeting you; the realisation was terrifying.

You fell to your knees, covering your mouth to fight the whimpers escaping it. Until now, you never actually believed The Flayer knew where you lived, only where you worked. Yet, as you looked around at the remains of your apartment, there was no denying that by acting as bait, you’d certainly caught his attention.

Currently, you were in the remains of your kitchen where you and Connor had been laughing a mere day before. Had the Flayer been waiting outside then for you to leave so he could get a good look at you? Between the drive to and back from the DPD, he’d had a window of exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes to destroy everything you owned, or so Connor told you. You picked up the shards of a broken vase that had been a gift from your parents when you’d first moved in, cutting your thumb on the sharp edge and dropping it.

“Careful,” Connor said, pulling you up and examining the cut. The glass crunched as he walked over it to a ransacked drawer, bringing back some anti-sceptic spray and a plaster. He took care of the tiny cut as efficiently as he’d taken care of everything else since he’d stepped into the apartment. While you had looked at the broken remnants of your life, thinking only of the damage, it had been Connor who’d updated the precinct, searched your apartment, pieced together what little he could of the puzzle, and recovered a few clothes for you to take to Hank’s where he insisted you would stay.

“What um-” You tried to get over your shock to form the necessary words, “Did you find any DNA traces?”

Connor swallowed anxiously; he couldn’t bare to tell you about the large quantity of semen that ruined your bed which was why he hadn’t let you into your room. He shook his head, going for a half-truth, stroking your hand gently the entire time, “Not even a hair or fingerprint.”

“Any more notes or anything that will lead us to him?”

“Nothing yet, but I swear, if it’s the last thing I do, I promise I’ll find this guy for you (Y/N).”

You took a shaky breath, gritting your teeth, “Not before I do. He’s gonna pay for this shit.”

Connor squeezed your hand, “Come on, Hank’s on his way up. He can deal with the Captain. Let’s go home.”

Reluctantly, you turned away from the mess that used to be your home, letting Connor lead you away; one way or another, you would make it your home again once you knew it was safe to do so.

After three weeks of working 24-7 on the Flayer case with Gavin, being guarded at work and at Hank’s by whoever was with you at the time, sleeping on a lumpy sofa, and being woke up most nights by startling nightmares that you kept quiet, you decided the only thing to do was ‘grin and bear it.’ It would be so easy to be scared and miserable, but that was exactly what the Fornication Flayer wanted from you. Instead, you defied him by finding joy in your life, taking time to smile with Connor and Hank, and persisting to hunt the Flayer with every free moment at work.

Your optimistic attitude was the cause of Hank’s irritation on your twenty-first day as his house guest. He rolled his eyes from the sofa, grumbling, “Can you two knock it off with that sappy shit? I’m trying to watch the game.”

You stopped your conversation with Connor about android-human relations, a topic he seemed increasingly interested in of late. Glancing almost boredly at the recording of the previous night’s basketball game, you rolled your eyes, “Spoiler alert Hank, we lose by ten points.”

You could almost feel Hank’s seething hatred for your depreciation of sports; ever since you’d moved in, he hadn’t had a quiet night to watch any kind of sports. “I know the fuckin’ score kid.”

“Then why are you watching it?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you in my own damn house.”

You got up to argue, though you weren’t really sure why you were doing so. Mainly, you were just bored and pushing Hank’s buttons once in a while was fun, but you also knew you were being a deliberate pain because you were growing frustrated at the lack of change in your life; while you loved both Hank and Connor like family, being escorted everywhere grew irritating very quickly.

Connor grabbed your shoulders, holding you back in a friendly manner, “Come on (Y/N), stop teasing Hank.”

You knew you ought to listen to Connor and stop, but for a moment you wondered what kind of fun you could have if you kept going. Hank saved you from making a choice by throwing up his hands, “Forget it, I’m going to Jimmy’s; there’s a new game on there tonight anyway.”

You bit your lip guiltily; you didn’t mean to chase Hank to Jimmy’s, and more importantly, you didn’t want him to go out drinking when you still held hopes of him going sober.

“Hey um…” You looked to the floor bashfully, not used to apologising often for your mischievous behaviour, “You stay and watch your game, I’ll go out for a walk until it’s over. I uh- Sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

Hank sat down grumpily, accepting your apology without much complaint, yet clearly thinking about the drinks he was going to miss at Jimmy’s Bar. Connor released you, walking over to the shoe rack to get his shoes on, your ever vigilant bodyguard. Once the two of you were ready, you and Connor headed out onto the cold Detroit streets.

You sat on the bench outside the park where Hank used to take Cole. It had become something of a staple meeting place for you, Hank and Connor between cases. Looking out at the waterfront, you felt the sadness that you had tried so hard to fight building to an all-time high. Beside you, Connor watched you empathetically.

“Penny for your thoughts,” He finally said when it looked like you were going to cry.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” You sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have to pick on Hank like that. I just got so damn frustrated… Connor, it’s been weeks and we’re no closer to catching the Flayer. What’s to say we ever will? I can’t be watched forever. I’ll go mad.”

Connor put his hand over yours, replying confidently, “We’ll catch him (Y/N).”

You looked into his eyes, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you’re a great detective, surrounded by even more great detectives.” Connor paused thoughtfully, before adding, “And Gavin, I guess.”

At that you couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you, as pitiful as it sounded compared to your usual bright laughter.

“What did I do to deserve you, Connor?” You smiled.

Connor’s thirium pump beat anxiously against his chest. He couldn’t help thinking this was his moment to confess. He could tell you now that he loved you. The two of you were alone, the stars were out, it was a moderately romantic setting, overlooking the waterfront, and the two of you had just shared an intimate moment of confidence.

Everything was perfect for a confession, or at least it would be if Connor could speak. It felt like his throat had constricted and that no matter how hard he tried Connor could not form words past the lump in his throat.

‘Please, say something. Make this right. Don’t waste this moment,’ He silently pleaded.

Your eyebrows furrowed at Connor’s sudden silence, and you glanced at his swirling yellow LED. “Con, you okay?”

Panicked, Connor jerked towards you, crushing his lips against yours. You froze in shock upon feeling his hand grasp the back of your head to pull you closer. Quickly, you pushed him off you and stood up, backing against the shore railing.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You demanded, a hurt look clouding your eyes.

Connor stared at you, his LED turning red and betraying his emotions. “(Y/N), I- I thought-”

You shook your head as angry tears blurred your vision, “Stop. Just, stop.”

Connor blinked back his own tears, too hurt to talk.

“Do you have any idea how hard everything is for me right now, Connor? I don’t have any control of my life. I can’t go home. Everywhere I go requires an escort. Do you know how humiliating it is to have Hank stand outside the ladies’ bathroom when we go shopping? I can’t even go out for a walk on my own. I don’t have a life right now. Fuck- I don’t even have a bed.” You realised you were ranting, but you couldn’t stop as your mind tumbled into a swirling vortex of confusion.

“Jesus. Fuck. I spend every second at work trying to track a serial killer who is always five steps ahead of me.”

Connor stood up and took a step towards you, with pleading eyes, “(Y/N)-”

“No,” You held up your hand in a stop motion, “You don’t get to speak. I asked you Connor- I fucking asked if you had feelings for me.” That wasn’t exactly true, but you couldn’t help thinking of that night at the Forbidden Fruit when Connor had invited you to a ‘stakeout.’ You had a feeling it was supposed to be a date, though Connor had denied it.

“I know…” Connor replied quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

“Why did you lie?”

“I was scared.”

You wiped your eyes, covering your mouth afterwards. Shaking your head again, you spoke, “I can’t- I just can’t deal with this right now. Shit- Give me a minute.”

Connor watched you walk away, though being under his protection, you had the sense to stay where he could see you. You pulled out your phone and Connor hoped you weren’t calling Hank about this. He wondered how he could have been so stupid. Of course this wasn’t the time. If he’d have been thinking at all, Connor would have considered everything you were going through. It wasn’t fair of him to try starting a relationship with you now. In that moment, Connor found himself hating the human emotions that plagued him; if he were still a machine, this wouldn’t ever have been a problem.

Finally, your phone call ended and you were walking sullenly towards him again, though you kept a safe distance while you spoke. “We’ve got to wait here for a while.”

“Why?” Connor asked. It didn’t make sense for you to wait in the cold when Hank’s house was only a short walk away.

“Because, Gavin’s coming here to pick me up.”

“Wha-”

“I’ll be staying with him until I figure a few things out… Besides, we’re going to try working the case together, while I’m there.”

Connor felt like his world was ending. Somehow, he had chased you towards the man he hated most in his day-to-day life. How would he live, knowing that he wasn’t going to see you every day? Finally, Connor understood what humans meant by ‘heartbreak.’

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omi-ohmyimagination · 5 years

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Sweet memory

Themes: Johnny x Female Reader (+ Lucas as Reader’s bestfriend), Cafe owner AU, Mature, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Romance, Old love, (okay and hear me out with this one) there’s a conflict between adopted child and her family + fight b/n sisters (might be triggering, I’m not sure but I’d rather warn you)

Word count: ~8k words

Description: You were sure that Johnny would remain only a sweet memory for the rest of your life. Sweet memory of a week full of laughs, kisses and moans during a hot weather in Barcelona. But then you met him again.

OMI’s note: I know I was supposed to write Undercover but I got kinda inspired by such a good fic, oh damn, and this happened. And well, it's about Johnny 'cause he and his cute ass are all over my twitter for a few weeks now and I love this content (he's my ult, kay). What's more, fever is playing with my head and I wanted to write something kinda cute? But I'm working on Undercover, I promise! So yeah, I'm leaving you with this fic.

You've never thought that you would see Johnny ever again. After you've parted your ways on an airport in a distant country, you were sure that he would remain only a sweet memory for the rest of your life. Sweet memory of a week full of laughs, kisses and moans during a hot weather in Barcelona. His existence alone was supposed to be buried deep down in your heart, be your little secret which would pull at your heart strings from time to time, reminding you that you indeed fell for him in that short span of time.

But now he was standing in front of you, in nothing more than black briefs, with blushed cheeks and brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

Just like three years ago.

“Johnny,” you muttered, confused. Your widened eyes scanned his body, painfully remained about delicious feeling of his skin against your skin.

“Y/N... you...,” he stammered equally, or maybe even more, bewildered as you. He dreamed of seeing you again many, many times but not like this, not when he was in other's woman house. “I...”

“John, who is it?” Woman's head peeked through the door on the left and you glanced at her with disgust. Her appearance made you forget about the lingering feeling of nostalgia right away. She noticed you and her face twitched in irritation. “Fuck.”

You passed by puzzled Johnny and pushed the woman on the wall with more force than you intended. She hit it with a loud thud and whined. “What the fuck are you doing, you psycho bitch?”

“What do you mean?”

“Stop playing dumb! Why did you tell mum that you're dying?” You poked her with your finger, anger boiling in you.

“Ow, so it's about this,” she rolled her eyes and you needed to gather all your strength to not hit her.

“Are you serious? She's not eating or sleeping, constantly crying her eyes out and you don't answer her calls! Why, for fuck's sake?”

“She's not my real mother, Y/N.”

“But she fucking raised you!” Your scream echoed through her apartment and slowly faded into silence. Meghan rubbed her eyes and pushed you out of her way to the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of water.

“And what about it, huh,” she said finally, folding her arms in front of her. “I'm moving out of the country and I don't want her to call me all the time to ask about bullshit. Jesus, I'm sick of her nagging already.”

You looked at her in disbelieve, your hands itching to slap her. “So you want her to think that you're dead? Are you crazy?”

“Cut it out. I don't care anymore.”

You leant your arm against the wall, trying to stay on your feet. You were disappointed in her, more than you've ever been. You knew she was fucked but never expected it was this bad. You took a deep breath. “She always treated as equally, you're as much of a daughter to her as I am.”

“I said, cut it out,” she yelled, throwing the bottle on the floor.

You laughed sadly. “You're worse than I thought. I can't believe that I'm saying this but... maybe it's better if you die for her.”

“You will get fed up with her, too,” she stated.

“Even if I do, I would never hurt her like that. Unlike you, I have feelings.” You shook your head and bounced off the wall. It was useless after all. You knew it from the beginning and still had some hope that maybe, just maybe, she was a bit grateful to your mum. That wasn't the case. When you turned around you met Johnny's wild eyes, focused on your face. Just then you remembered that he was there and your heart skipped the beat. You moved to the door but stopped in front of him. You hesitated for a moment but in the end put your hand on his shoulder with weak smile. The spark run through your body, reminding you once again of his warmth and light touches under summer night's sky. “You really don't have a luck with women, Johnny.”

Meghan gasped and when you closed the door behind you, you heard her frustrated scream. You took a few steps and leaned against the wall too overwhelmed with what happened. You were mad at yourself because as much as you wanted to think about your mother, your mind drifted back to Johnny constantly.

You couldn't believe that it was him, it was so unreal. Everything about him was the same as you remembered — his voice was still honey-like, gaze as piercing as before, skin hot and silky. Maybe he was fitter and more tanned but it only made him more charming than three years ago.

You glanced at your hand, still warm from the contact with him. You clenched it into fist, trying to imprint it in your memory. “Shit,” you cursed, trying to take out pack of cigarettes from your pocket. When you drew on it for the first time, door to Meghan's apartment flew open.

You raised your head and blinked a few times in confusion. Johnny stood there with his shirt still opened and jacket thrown over his arm. He sighed, relieved that you were there.

“Get back here, John,” Meghan yelled, trying to grab his hand. He moved away from her without breaking eye-contact with you.

“Y/N, can we... talk,” he asked with hope in his voice.

You inhaled the gray smoke again, looking away from him. “Maybe. But not now, I need to talk to mum.”

“Of course. Just tell me where I can find you.”

“You can come to my coffeehouse. It's called Sweet memory.” As soon as the name left your mouth, your eyes widened and you almost dropped your cigarette. You looked at him, terrified that he could guess why it was called like that.

He smiled. “So after all, you've opened your own cafe.”

“Yeah, I did.” His soft gaze still had the same effect at you, you were so close to melting that it scared you. You shook your head. “I need to go. I will... see you around, Johnny.”

He watched as you disappeared through the door with warm feeling inside his chest. It was you, it was really you. After three long years, he was finally able to see you again. He found you and no matter what he didn't want to lose you this time.

“What the fuck was that, Johnny?”

He turned rapidly to Meghan. “Don't call me that.”

“Oh, so she can but I don't?”

“I've told you that there's only one person that can call me Johnny.”

She opened her mouth but closed them immediately, not knowing what to say. She looked at the door and back at him. “Are trying to tell me that she's that person?” He nodded which only made her laugh. “You've got to be kidding me. You don't even know her!”

“I do. I know her better than you think.”

She scanned his face in search of... something. Anything that could indicate he was lying but there was nothing. Only this annoying expression of joy. Rage filled her when she slapped him across the face. She lost to you once again, and she didn't even think it was possible. “Get the fuck out of here.” He massaged his cheek and hissed, “With pleasure.”

When you stepped outside the apartment complex, you took a phone out and dialed your mother's number. You were greeted by her voicemail right away and your heart stopped. With trembling hands you rang her again. And again, but the result was still the same. Your breath sped up when you grabbed the nearest fence to steady yourself. “No, please.” Your mind raced with the darkest scenarios possible and tears sting at the corners of your eyes. You searched through contacts and called your best friend, the only person you've trusted.

“Lucas, I... I can't reach mum, she's not answering.”

“Hey, calm down. She's...”

“How can I calm down? What if...?”

Lucas interrupted you, “She's here, Y/N. You don't need to worry.”

“Here?” Your voice was just a mere whisper.

“She's at the cafe, and she's fine. Right?” You heard yours mum's confirmation from the distance and lonely tear of relief rolled on your cheek. “We are waiting for you, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks Lu. I... I will be there in a few minutes.”

You weren't aware that Johnny was watching you from a far, when you wiped your face and sped, pushing through people. You couldn't know that worry clenched his heart at the sight of your tears, bringing back the most painful memory he had. You couldn't know how much he wanted to run after you to make sure everything was okay.

When you finally reached your cafe, relief flooded you as soon as you saw your mum — safe and sound with cup of tea in her hand. You sighed and came closer to her.

“Why are you not answering my calls,” you asked, sitting next to her.

She looked at her phone laid on the table and smiled with guilt written all over her face. “Seems like my battery died. I'm sorry, honey. Were you worried?” You nodded. “I'm so sorry.”

“No, don't be. As long as you're okay, it's fine. You look... better. What...”

“You were at Meghan's house, right,” she cut in, stirring brown liquid in her cup with spoon.

“I... yes.”

She slowly shook her head with weak smile on her lips. She was looking at passing cars mindlessly. “You know, I always felt that this day will come. She has never acknowledged me as her mother, I'm aware of that. I tried my best to give her decent life, but she didn't want it. And I hated the way she treated you, honey, but what I could have done? She's my daughter too, even if she doesn't want to admit it. She will always be. I tried to convince myself it's going to be all right but I guess it's finally time to let her be.”

“Mum,” you whispered but she hushed you.

“I know that she lied to me, I'm not that stupid. I was just... I don't know. Disappointed? Yeah, it's probably the right word. Maybe I wasn't the best mother after all.”

“Don't think like this. She's the problem here.”

She glanced at you with warm smile this time. “Knowing you, you made quite a fuss, right?”

You scratched your neck, averting her eyes. “Maybe.” You hesitated for a moment but then you remembered Meghan's face when Johnny ignored her and you couldn't hold a grin. “Like hell I did.”

You spent some time with her, chatting and laughing at Lucas' lame jokes. It was almost like everything was back to normal, she was smiling brightly, full of life again and that sight made you more than happy. You were still a bit concerned about how she felt, but she seemed genuinely happy and you hoped that the guilt she had towards herself would finally disappear. Just like Meghan.

When she gathered her things a few hours later, she assured you around million times that she was fine, that she would answer your every call, and that there was nothing to worry about. Hesitantly, you believed her and promised to visit her soon.

“Isn't it kinda... weird,” you asked when you said goodbye to the last customer, closed the cafe and sat on the counter, watching the way Lucas stretched his arms.

“What exactly?”

“Her attitude. She was so heartbroken yesterday and today? It was like she was born again.”

He threw a white cloth at you, encouraging you to help him clean with a nudge. “I talked with her a bit before you came and yes, she's still hurt. But, you know, when she understood that Meghan lied to her, everything became clear to her, and she decided that she can't upset you again. She's just sad that this bitch can't love her the way she does.”

“This piece of shit,” you mumbled, wiping a stain off of one of the tables.

Lucas stopped, leaning on a broom. “Actually, you didn't tell me how it went with her.”

You spun on your heel with wide eyes. “Holy shit, true. Dude, you won't believe me.” He sat on the nearest chair and put his head on his interlocked hands. “Screw her, you can guess how she reacted. Usual. But as soon as door to her apartment opened I was eye to eye with Johnny.”

“Johnny? This Johnny,” he gasped, coughing hysterically.

“Man, he's still as gorgeous as he was back in Spain,” you trailed off, remembering the way his chest raised and fell with every breath, how his skin glistened with thin layer of sweat. “He ran out after me, asking if we can talk sometime, and... boy-oh-boy, if you could see Meghan's face.”

Lucas stood up and grabbed you by the shoulders. “Quoting you, screw her. What did you tell him?”

“That he can come here, if he wants.”

He screamed with excitation and hugged you tightly. “Good job, my girl!”

“You think what I would say, huh? I missed him every fucking day for the past three years. It's not like I was going to ditch him.”

Lucas glanced at you, and with loud laugh hugged you once again.

Johnny stopped confused, looking around. He didn't really know where he was, he strolled around the town mindlessly, still too overwhelmed with his emotions. He felt as if he was on cloud nine, but at the same time his mind was shaking in fear for what have made you so devastated.

He took a deep breath, ready to call a cab when he noticed glowing sign at the other side of the road. Sweet memory. The small building was painted blue and white with light-brown fence around it. Candles flickered on rounded tables and flowers scattered all over the place moved slowly because of light breeze. He smiled lovingly at the sight, it looked exactly how you've wanted.

His smile faded when he noticed you inside, tightly hugged by a tall man. He watched as you pushed him lightly with a smile on your lips, and then chased him with a cloth in your hand around the room. He didn't know if it was his imagination or not, but he could almost hear your laugh. That beautiful sound he loved from the first time he heard it. You were happy.

Of course, you were. Why the hell he thought you wouldn't be? Maybe he had unrealistic expectations, but he wished that you missed him as much as he did. Delicate sound of a bell brought his attention back to the cafe. You got outside and blew out one candle after another. Your face looked tired but there was a small smile on it. Beautiful.

“Hey, Lucas,” you called, looking up. “You have shift tomorrow, right?”

He leaned over the door with folded arms. “Yeah, why?”

“Open for me and I will change you around 3, okay,” you proposed.

He squinted his eyes suspiciously. “Are you doing what I'm thinking about?”

“Fuck off, dude. I'm giving you a day-off and you complain. Take Lily somewhere 'cause I know she wants to spend more time with you.”

“First of all,” he put his finger up, “I'm the boss here, too, and I can take a day-off whenever I like to. And second, what does it even mean? She told you this?”

You came closer to him, put your hand on his shoulder and glanced around with fake caution. “Take care of your wife, man, because she might be hiding something from you.” Your laugh resonated through the cafe when you got inside and disappeared at the back.

“Y/N, come back here! What does it mean? Hey!” The guy yelled, chasing after you. The bell rang again when the door closed itself after you.

Johnny's head was hanging low and the pain inside his chest spread throughout his body. You sure were fine without him. He was stupid, wanting something that was out of his reach from the beginning. You were not his.

You've never been and never be.

And that made him feel even more lonely than he was already.

That night, when you parted your ways with Lucas, you were sitting at your balcony the whole night, surrounded by lavender scent and cigarette's smoke, thinking about your most precious memory. The sweetest memory that ended way too fast and left you pathetically lovesick.

You met him for the first time in a hotel's elevator when he held the door for you. His smile was so mesmerizing that every little thought left your head instantly. Nothing mattered to you. Heat, tiredness and hunger were not important anymore. There were only his beautiful brown eyes and plump, rosy lips.

You thanked him after few seconds, embarrassed at your behavior. Your cheeks burned and you weren't sure if it was because of your awkwardness or his presence. Small space of elevator suffocated you and warmness of his body only worsened it. He was too close, yet too far.

When he got out on the same floor as you and headed to the room next to yours, you both knew it would not end with only that one meeting.

And it didn't.

Hours later knocking on your door interrupted you while you were planning where to buy food. Confused, but also weirdly excited, you opened the door and stood eye-to-eye with him. He smiled at you with hint of embarrassment and your heart skipped a bit.

“Hey, I know it might sound a bit creepy but would you like to go out with me?” His voice was sweeter than any candy you've ever had. It was soft, honey-like almost, and you wanted to hear it more.

“It looks like I don't mind the creepiness of it because I would love to,” you answered, your heart flattering in your chest and cheeks burning.

His smile grew bigger, shoving your thoughts out of your head. “I'm John,” he said, extending his arm. You grabbed it and sparks flew from your fingers through your whole body.

“Y/N. Would you... would you mind if I call you Johnny?” His hand squeezed yours a bit tighter.

“Not at all.”

During the first day of your stay in Barcelona you learned more about him than you even wished for.

You didn't even know when listening to his voice became your favorite thing in the world. He was sweet, caring and made butterflies in your stomach rose to life. You wanted to know his every secret, every dream, learn about all his good and bad points. You wanted to know everything about him, and he was ready to give you answer to every question. On condition that you would do the same. During the second day you were too immersed in watching how light danced on his prettily sculpted face, how wind ruffled his brown hair to remember any of the buildings you've passed.

You were strolling through the city, occasionally brushing your bare arms and giggling every time it happened. The thin layer of sweat made his skin glisten under the hot sun and you couldn't bring yourself to stop staring at him. You were consumed by his presence to the point that you didn't notice the way his eyes followed your every curve, every small move you did. He was as mesmerized by you as you were by him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered from behind you. It was so quiet, almost inaudible, and you didn't know if he really said that or if your mind was playing with you. But then he repeated it, right into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You're so beautiful.”

During the third day you learned that his touch was all you wanted to feel for the rest of your life.

Johnny took you for a walk around the city, saying that visiting local market would be a nice experience. Indeed, it was. You were excited, looking at all the things you've never had a chance to see, observing how people behaved and how cheerful they were.

You didn't pay attention to your nearest surrounding too consumed with absorbing all fragrances and colors, and it ended with you tripping over basket full of fruits. You gasped shocked and closed your eyes ready for a fall.

But it never came.

Johnny wrapped his arm around your waist in no time and pulled you close to his body. Your hands landed on his chest clad in a thin tee. Every inch of your skin burned and you were too embarrassed to look up, painfully aware of the color of your cheeks.

“Are you okay,” he whispered into your hair. His hand was rubbing your back and you wanted both run away and stay like this longer. Unable to make a sound, you simple nodded.

Before he let go of you, his lips barely grazed the top of your head. Your heart was racing and with his hand on the small of your back, it didn't calm down for the rest of the trip.

During the fourth day you saw him without a shirt for the first time.

You spent the whole day walking around the city again and when you were about to part your ways on the long corridor in the hotel, Johnny proposed going to the beach. You agreed happily and your smile fell from your lips only when you finally arrived at the shore, and he took his tee off.

His body was slightly tanned and sculpted like a real statue. You were able to see every muscle when he came closer to you. Everything you wanted was to touch him, to feel every inch of his perfect body. You had to stop yourself from doing this and Johnny seemed to notice it.

Trying to push this thought from your head, you slipped from your dress and headed to the water. You hoped that it would cool you off a bit but it was impossible. Not with Johnny's eyes on your body. And he was staring, oh he was. He was mesmerized. He followed your every move as if he was in a trance, and he didn't care if you notice or not. Maybe he even wanted you to notice, to know how much you affected him.

You looked at him with the same dreamy eyes. His skin was glowing in the moonlight and wet hair that stuck to his forehead begged to be brushed away. It all felt so right.

When it came to part ways again, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You wanted to spend more time with him and that was why you invited him to your room. He followed you with a smile on his lips and trembling hands.

You didn't know what to say, not to mention what to do. You run through your wet hair with shaky fingers, trying to gather any coherent thought.

As if he sensed your uneasiness, he proposed in a hushed voice, “Can I dry your hair?”

Breath got stuck in your throat and you nodded, turning to him with wide eyes. His touch was hotter than the air that blown your hair all around your face. He gently combed through them with his long digits, touching your neck from time to time. You weren't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but you hoped it wasn't an accident. Every little touch sent shivers down your spine and you loved that feeling more than anything.

During the fifth day he kissed you for the first time.

A festival that snatched everyone's attention was the best thing you've ever experienced. People dressed in colorful clothes in happy, maybe a bit drunken, states surrounded you everywhere. It was loud but you didn't care at all. Music filled every cell of your body and you couldn't stop yourself from joining a group of beautiful girls in their dance. They welcomed you with big smiles on their lips. One of them shouted something you didn't understand and when she noticed your confusion, she put her hands on your hips and helped you move them to the rhythm. You laughed slightly embarrassed but continued to move your body, following her instructions.

Your eyes searched for Johnny in the crowd, and when you locked your gaze with his, your mouth became dry instantly. He was staring at you with eyes dark and full of hunger. He followed your every move like his life depended on it and it only stirred you more. You slid your hand on your chest and shudder at the way his mouth parted.

Before you even registered what was happening, he was by your side. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you with so much force that you gasped into his mouth. Your arms flew around his neck and you buried your fingers in his hair.

His lips were hot and needy, matching yours perfectly as if they were made just for you. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth when you moaned and your head started spinning because of that. He tasted sweet, sweeter than honey, and you couldn't get enough of him.

You were in heaven, and you didn't want to come down to earth ever again.

During the sixth day you lost the last bits of sanity in you.

Whatever happened during the daylight was not important to you. You couldn't remember what you were doing or where were you. The only thing that matter was the fact that Johnny knocked on your door shortly after you said goodnight to each other.

He didn't say anything. As soon as you opened the door, he connected his lips to yours and pushed you inside your room. His lips were much more greedy than yesterday and you welcomed them with the same power. His hands slid down your arms and grabbed the hem of your dress. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, as if asking if he could undress you. You reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled him closer, standing on your toes at the same time.

“Don't stop, Johnny,” you whispered into his ear. He groaned and yanked the dress off of you. Even though he saw you like this before, he couldn't stop staring. You were hypnotizing, to say the least. He was going crazy because of you and he wanted this feeling to last forever. You touched his chest, trying to bring him back to his senses. “This,” you said, tugging at his tee, “I want it off.”

“Anything you wish.” His lips stretched in cocky smile, and he took the shirt off.

In a heartbeat his mouth were back on yours in a heated kiss. Your teeth clashed and you moaned, feeling that delicious taste all over again. Your hands brushed over his nipples, making him groan in response. This time you broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath. Johnny's lips moved down, leaving wet kisses all over your jaw and neck. His hands struggled with the clasp of your bra, but he finally got rid of it, taking in the sight in front of him.

He gently grabbed one of your breasts in his large hand and slowly traced his thump over your hardened nipple. You moaned loudly, leaning in his touch.

“So beautiful,” he purred, guiding you to the bed finally. He pushed you lightly and dropped on his knees, setting himself between your legs. You propped yourself on your elbows, not wanting to miss any of his moves. Looking directly into your eyes, he planted a few kisses on your thighs and hooked his fingers on your undies. He took them off in one swift move and threw somewhere on the floor, too amazed by the new view. “Fuck,” he cursed, dipping between your legs.

As soon as his lips touched your clit, you dropped down on the bed with a loud moan. Your fingers tangled themselves in Johnny's hair and yanked them hard. He groaned, sending vibrations through your body in a delicious way. He licked his way from your opening up, humming in satisfaction, and pushed one of his digits into you, smiling at the sound that left your mouth.

He loved it, he loved every of your little whimpers.

“Johnny,” you moaned, tugging at his hair again. He hummed in response, gaining another sweet sound from you. “I want you.”

He looked at you — sweaty, out of breath and with lust in your eyes. He gave you one final lick and stood up. He slipped from the last pieces of clothing and sat beside you, patting his thighs. When you sat on him, legs on both sides of him, he took your face in his hands once again. “You have me, baby. I'm all yours.”

Feeling of Johnny buried deep inside you was so perfect, so thrilling that you couldn't even believe it was real. Every thrust he made, sent you deeper into wonderful bliss, ripping loud moans from your parted lips. His hand, placed gently at the back of your neck, kept you from falling onto him. It also gave him a chance to watch your face closely. And what he saw, was the best thing is his life.

“Johnny,” you whined, gripping his biceps.

“What is it, baby?”

“Fuck, I...,” you cried, opening your eyes and regretting it almost immediately. His gaze was filled not only with need but also with so much love that your heart cried in happiness. You bit into your lower lip, trying to suppress the smile.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said, thrusting in you harder. You digged your nails into his skin with a cry.

“It feels so good, you...” you stammered, “you feel so good. I fucking love it.”

Johnny smiled and pulled you closer, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love it, too. More than I probably should.”

After few harder thrust you came undone, screaming his name until you lost your voice. The knot in your belly unwind itself, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. White dots danced under your lids and you trembled violently. He groaned when you squeezed him, and leaned his head on your shoulder, unable to hold any longer. You yanked him up and attached your lips to his neck, trying to help him reach his high.

“Come on, Johnny. I want to see you cum because of me.”

He moaned loudly and you smiled. His lips attacked yours in despair when he finally reached his orgasm.

During the seventh day reality shattered your world into pieces.

When you woke up, Johnny was already awaken and looking at you with admiration. His hand traced circles on your naked shoulder, and he smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Oh, it definitely is good. Hey,” you laughed, planting a kiss on his exposed chest.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better than ever,” you answered genuinely.

“That's good. Do you want to eat something?”

You shook your head. “Nope, let's stay like this a bit longer.”

“Anything you wish, love.” Your heart skipped a beat because of the pet name and you buried your face into his neck, trying to hide a blush. You felt delighted surrounded by his smell and warmth. You were sure that that was how heaven would be described. At least, your heaven.

You didn't know when you fell asleep again but when you opened your eyes Johnny was no longer around you. You sat on your bed and glanced around. “Johnny?” Your question was met with silence and you panicked. Did he ditch you? Did he only want your body?

You bit your lip, trying to stop tears from falling down your face. It couldn't be true, right?

When you stood up, the door to your room opened and Johnny came inside with small, brown bag in his hand. You ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

“Hey, did something happened,” he asked, rubbing your back.

“I thought you left me,” you sobbed. His body tensed and even though it was only for a second, you felt that.

“I'm still here, baby.”

And then the reality crushed you. You moved away from him on shaky legs. Your hands were trembling and tears streamed down your face. “You're still here... But you're leaving soon.”

Johnny dropped the bag on the floor and took you in his arms. He didn't say anything, there was no need.

There was nothing any of you could do.

During the eighth day you decided to leave your heart in Johnny's hands.

You couldn't stop crying when you got into the elevator, pressed tightly to Johnny's body.

You couldn't stop crying when you arrived at the airport.

You couldn't stop crying when Johnny begged you to stop.

“Please,” he whispered, kissing your tears away. His hands were pressed to the sides of your face and his thumbs stroked your skin. “Please, don't cry. How can I leave you in such state?”

“Then don't do this,” you begged. “Don't leave me.”

He sighed. “I don't want to leave you, baby, believe me. Fuck, there's nothing I want more than stay with you but I can't. And you also need to go home now. You know it.”

“I do, I know it. But it hurts... it hurts so damn much, Johnny.”

He pulled you closer and rested his chin at the top of your head. His throat tightened and tears started rolling down his face. He tried so hard to be strong, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He never imagined that within just one week he would get attached to someone this badly. He didn't want to leave you. Thought of hurting you tore his heart apart. But what could he do?

When they announced your flight, he had to walk you there because you didn't want to leave his side.

As soon as you disappeared behind the door, he lost all the strength in his legs. He slumped against the wall with face hidden in his hands and swallowed the scream that wanted to escape his lips.

You wiped the lonely tear from your face and laughed. Maybe things would have been different if you hadn't lost your phone back then. Everything disappeared, including the most important thing — his number. You didn't have any other way to contact him and it made you even more depressed than you've already been. If it wasn't for Lucas and Lily you would have wasted your life, locked in your room.

You entered the cafe with a bright smile. You nodded to a few customers inside and got behind the counter.

“Hey Lucas, how's going?”

“Fine, I guess,” he grunted. He was definitely sulking.

You looked at him with squinted eyes and whispered, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“What does Lily hide from me?”

You laughed loudly and patted his head. “Chill. You will be more than happy, believe me.”

“So she's not cheating on me,” he leaned against the counter with folded arms.

“Are you serious? Lily? Cheating on you? You're fucking crazy, dude. Think before you speak.” You were about to go at the back to change your clothes but you stopped midway. “Did he come?”

Lucas shook his head, turning around ready to take an order from a young girl in front of him.

That day was longer than any other. Whenever the bell above the door rang your head shot up but every time you were met with disappointment.

He didn't come.

Your heart, which was in one piece after seeing him again, trembled painfully. It was dangerously close to breaking down all over again and that scared you more than anything. You didn't know if you would be able to handle it once more. You thought that he was as eager to see you as you were but it seemed not to be the case.

You sat outside the cafe for more than hour, shivering from cold, but he didn't come.

Johnny watched as you stood up from the sidewalk and walked away. There was only one thing he wanted to do. His only dream was to run up to you and take you into his arms again, but he couldn't.

The memory of you in someone else's embrace was squeezing his heart in the most unpleasant way. He wished to be in that guy's place, he wished to be the one who made you laugh. But it wasn't possible. He didn't want to hurt you again.

Not when you were finally happy.

When Lucas appeared at the cafe, you could have sworn you've never seen him this happy.

“Good morning! Free coffee for everyone,” he sang. With big grin on his lips, he continued full of pride, “You're currently looking at the happiest man on earth. I'm going to be a father!”

With warm smile, you watched how he thanked for every congratulation, and when he came closer you hugged him. “Told you.” He spun you around, gaining a high-pitched scream from you. “Put me down, dude. You're happy, I understand.”

His good mood lifted yours a bit but no matter how much your mind wanted to enjoy this moment, your heart couldn't. Your smile faded when another wave of sadness ran through your body. Lucas caught the change in your attitude and lowered his head, trying to look you in the eyes.

“What's going on? Is it about your mom?”

You shook your head. “No, she's fine.” Then you glanced at him with eyes full of tears. “He didn't come.”

“Oh sweety.” His arms pulled you in another hug, more comforting this time. “Maybe he had something to do first?”

“You think so?”

“Of course. From what you've told me, he was as in love as you were. He wouldn't miss such chance. And if he had a nerve do to this, I will find him and beat the shit out of him, okay?”

You laughed faintly. “I hope you're right.”

As it turned out after a long, painful week, Lucas wasn't right.

Much to the annoyance of Lucas, you spend every single day at the cafe. You were exhausted not only physically but also mentally. Johnny didn't come and it was as if he took your heart away once again. Everything became dull and pathetic, especially you.

Your only consolation was your mother's state of mind.

“Y/N, go home,” Lucas begged for the hundredth time, stroking your hair.

“He ditched me, Lu. I'm so stupid.”

“He's stupid, not you. He was the one to ask about meeting and never came.”

“But...”

“There's no but, for fuck's sake,” he swore, pulling you up on your feet. “He's a fucking idiot and as I've said, I'm gonna kick his ass. Nobody hurts you, I won't allow it.”

“Too late,” you whispered.

Lucas growled, frustrated. “He's dead, he's fucking dead.”

Johnny wasn't sure if what he was doing was a good idea. Yes, he decided to leave and let you live your life in happiness, but he couldn't go away without final goodbye. He wanted to be selfish this one last time, make sure that he was doing the right thing. Even though it hurt like hell, he wanted to see you.

He came inside the cafe with a heavy heart, and seeing your sad and gloomy expression made him feel even worse. You were talking with a small girl and the guy from before, trying your hardest to smile. He didn't understand why you were so depressed, until he noticed that the couple in front of you was holding hands. His blood started to boil and every thought he had in his head disappeared.

“Johnny,” your weak voice caught his attention immediately. He looked at you with eyes full of pain and froze. The guy turned around and Johnny could have sworn that he felt his anger from where he stood.

“It's him,” he asked.

“Lucas,” you said, trying to grab the guy's hand, but he was faster. He stormed through the room and grabbed Johnny by his collar. “Lucas, stop.” You moved in their direction with widened eyes.

Lucas turned to you. “Didn't I tell that I'm gonna kick his ass?”

“You did, many times, but...”

“No buts, girl. I was forced to fucking look at you, crying your eyes out for the second time because of him and you expect me to do nothing,” he snapped, clenching his fists around the thin material.

“Lily, please, do something,” you begged, looking at the girl.

Johnny kept his mouth shut. He didn't know what was happening.

“Lucas, honey, listen to her.” The girl put her hand on Lucas' shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

“Not a chance. I can't let him hurt her like that. She's like my sister, you know it, baby.”

“Let them settle it by themselves and when she decides that punching him is the best idea, you will do it.” Lucas looked at Johnny with squinted eyes and let go of him.

“You will call me, right,” he asked, turning to you.

“I will,” you told him, grabbed Johnny's hand and pulled him to the door. “Come with me before he changes his mind.” Johnny followed you without a word, too confused with the whole situation. Before he had a chance to open his mouth, you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I thought you won't come.”

He hugged you back instinctively, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. He missed it more than he actually thought. It felt so right to have you in his arms, and he didn't want to stop it ever again. But he had to, he had to know what was going on.

He pushed you back slightly but still kept his hand on your shoulders. “He's not your boyfriend?”

“Who?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“That guy... Lucas?”

You laughed. “Good lord, no. I would rather be single my whole life than be with him. I don't know how Lily puts up with his ass.”

Johnny whined, lowering his head. “I'm an idiot. Holy shit, I was about to let you go again because of my stupidity.”

“What are you talking about?”

He glanced up at you with tired smile. “I was here, you know? In front of your cafe. I saw you with him, laughing and hugging and... and I thought that he's your boyfriend. That's why I didn't come.”

“So why did you come today?”

“Because I wanted to say goodbye. I didn't want to hurt you again, so I decided to leave.”

Your eyes widened in shock and you hit his chest. “You're plain stupid, Johnny.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But I hope you can forgive this idiot.”

You smiled lovingly and hugged him once again. Johnny's heart swelled with happiness, and he couldn't stop the smile that formed on his lips.

“Do I need to beat him,” Lucas asked, sticking his head through the door.

You turned your head in his direction. “Don't even try, dude.”

For the first time in a long time, way to your house didn't feel as bad. Johnny's fingers were interlocked with yours and his gaze was coming back to you constantly. You were both radiating with excitation and love, and you couldn't hide your smiles.

“You're gonna trip over something if you don't stop looking at me,” you said finally, leaning against him.

“I don't really care.”

“But I do. I don't want you to hurt your pretty face.”

His hand sneaked around your waist, and he planted a quick kiss on your temple. “You're adorable.”

You knew your cheeks reddened when the warmth spread all over your body. Butterflies in your stomach fluttered and you squeezed yourself closer to Johnny. When you finally reached your apartment, you invited him inside and spun around. “Welcome home. Do you want to drink something?”

His smile broadened. “Water would be fine.”

“You haven't change, huh,” you joked, heading into your kitchen. Johnny leaned against your fridge with hands pushed into his pockets and eyes focused on you.

“Can I ask you something?” You nodded, searching for a clean glass. “Why didn't you call me back then?”

You froze, feeling of embarrassment filling you. “I lost my phone at the airport,” you said, clenching your hand on the edge of the counter. “I fucking lost it and no one wanted to help me.”

Johnny came closer and hugged you from behind. “And I thought you gave up on me.” You were ready to protest but he shushed you. “You know, I came back to Barcelona every year, hoping I would meet you again.”

You turned in his hands with tilted head. “And yet, I met you here, in my sister's house. In nothing more than a pair of briefs.”

Johnny swallowed loudly and he blushed. “I...”

“Chill, Johnny. I was joking,” you stopped him.

“No, I think I owe you an explanation.”

“Johnny, really, I'm not sure if I want to be remained that she had her hands on you.”

“But we didn't do it, okay? You interrupted us and that was the first time I was there. True, I was seeing her for some time but I couldn't bring myself to have sex with her.”

“Why,” you asked, playing with the collar of his shirt.

He pulled you even closer and whispered right into your ear. “Because I knew it won't be a match for that one time in Barcelona.”

“Oh really,” you purred in a playful tone. “And what was so special about it?”

“You,” he answered, catching your gaze. He leaned in and with lips almost touching yours, he whispered, “I missed you, baby.”

“I know, me too, Johnny.” You connected your lips with his in a long awaited kiss. It felt exactly the same as you remembered — he still tasted like honey, sweet and tempting.

He broke the kiss and laughed at your pouting face. “There's one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

He brushed your hair away, and staring into your eyes, he said with seriousness, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Johnny.”

He was yours.

He was finally yours.

After all this time, your sweet memory turned into reality.

#nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #i love my baby boy okay?

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mythiica · 5 years

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Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Salty Onigiri

Title: Salty Onigiri

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Kenshin Uesugi

Genre: romance + slow burn

Warnings: ??? i mean very minor spoilers about his route, but everything after getting out of the.. Place.. Is completely fictional!

Intended Gender Audience: Female audience

Word Count: 2367 words its a thicc boi

Other comments: this is kind of a continuation of my pickled plums thing LOL; there will be a part 3 (angst) and a part 4 (hardcore smut), so keep an eye out for those~ you can reach each part as a one shot though if you’re not into a series, but I do recommend reading them all! For now, enjoy^^

As the days pass, someone has been leaving pickled plums within arms reach of your cell as you sleep. You assume it’s either Yukimura or Sasuke helping you through this unfair treatment, and you promise yourself that you’ll thank them when they stop by or when you get out. Whichever comes first… and at this rate, you’re not sure which one will.

You’re finishing a plum and reading a basic book about the geography of the land when you hear someone descending into the cells. Wiping your finger on your clothes, you hide the jar and lie down to make it appear like you had been sleeping.

Kenshin clears his throat when he arrives in front of your cell, but you remain motionless. He scoffs and kicks the bars, sending a rippling wave through the walls. It shakes you as well; a display of his overwhelming physical power. You sit up straight suddenly and shoot him an angry glare. “So you’re alive,” he deadpans, crouching to meet your eye level. His eyes are cold as ever, but there seems to be a slight spark of curiosity – the way a hunter would admire his prey.

“Yes,” you reply through your teeth.

His eyes flicker to the slight glint on the embroidery in your kimono. He smirks slightly upon realizing it is juice from the pickled plums he had been leaving for you. However, you knew not about the stain nor the fact that Kenshin had been providing your midnight snacks.

As silence crept between you, and Kenshin mentally declares the moment a victory over you, but then he wonders why he is so preoccupied with thinking about it. You’re his prisoner.

However, Kenshin had betrayed his thoughts and you could read his expression plain as day. “What is it?” you ask.

He shakes his head and stands up straight. “You are no longer required to stay in here. I’m letting you free.”

“Free?”

Kenshin opens the door, and it swings open. You’re tempted to make a run for it, but you know that he could cut you down before you’d make it past him.

“Free to walk around the grounds. Should you attempt to escape and violate my hospitality… I won’t hesitate to send you back to Nobunaga… in pieces…” His voice is low and threatening, so you know he means what he’s saying.

You linger in the cage, considering his offer. To be honest, you’re not sure if he’s lying or telling the truth.

“If you want to stay in here, I have no problem with that-”

“No! I’m coming out…” you say as you stand up and gingerly exit. You watch his body for any sign of movement, but he remains perfectly still. Accepting this as a sign he is telling the truth, you look towards the door and see rays of sunlight poking from under it. Not thinking about Kenshin, you make a run for it, bouncing up the stairs and into the fresh air as fast as you can.

The passageway opens up to an outdoor hallway, so you leap forward, off the wooden boards and into the sun. Bright light blinds you momentarily and Kenshin shouts after you, but you’re focused on feeling the daylight on your skin. As you bask in the sun, he stumbles out after you. Kenshin is about to grab you, but he watches you twirl in the light, and his breath is taken away.

As you spin, the golden light reflects on your hair and face, illuminating your silhouette from behind. Your laughter fills his ears, and he doesn’t know how to react in the moment as he is completely awestruck.

He did not understand how you could find joy in something as trivial as the sun. Tipping his head to the side slightly, he watches you waltz in circles. Kenshin only breaks out of the trance when you call out to Yukimura, who has turned the corner and is walking towards you.

He waves and smiles at you, asking if you’ve escaped or if you have been released.

Kenshin watches from the shade like an afterthought, and his heart sinks for some inexplicable reason.

“Thank you for bringing me the plums, Yukimura! They really kept me going there, especially when I thought that I would be spending the rest of my life in that cell.”

Yukimura beams and rubs the back of his neck. “It was the least I could do. Happy that you’re out though, even if you’re still a prisoner.”

Kenshin blinks and his hand lands on the hilt of his sword. He relaxes and shakes his head, wondering why a spell of anger overtook him. Sure, he had been the one to give you the treats, but he did not understand why it bothered him to hear the young vassal taking credit for it.

Dismissing the situation, Kenshin takes his leave. You only see a flicker of blue from the corner of your eyes when he turns the corner.

“Tell me, why have you come to me of all people? The only reason you dare speak to me is if there is an emergency,” Shingen teases as he takes a sip of his tea. “Could it be that the God of War as developed emotions but does not know how to handle them?”

Kenshin fumes and considers leaving, but he simply crosses his arms. “Never.”

Shingen raises an eyebrow. “Does this have to do with a certain little nightingale that you’ve recently released~?”

“I simply do not understand why I find myself so concerned about her whereabouts.”

To this, Shingen laughs heartily. “My friend, has she really managed to touch your heart in so little time?”

Kenshin wishes he had a bottle of sake with him. He could drink it and hit Shingen over the head with it. “We are not friends. And if you continue to laugh at me, I will leave.”

“Why not go spend time with her? She’s rather lovely, especially when alone~”

“Have you been with her alone?” Kenshin inquires, a pang of worry plucking at his heartstrings.

Shigen smirks dangerously. “Of course I have!” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back. “I must say… her voice is ever so sweet, especially when it’s the only melody you listen to~”

Kenshin growls at the comment, but Shingen waves his hand to dismiss anything he might be thinking. “Go to her. She should be in the kitchens. Apologize for treating her like a common prisoner. Women like to be swept up off their feet.”

“Says you, Womanizer of Kai-” he mumbles in response as he stands up. Before he exists the room, he calls over his shoulder, “For the record, I’m doing this because I have manners. Not because you suggested that I do.”

“Ha! Of course, Lord Kenshin,” Shingen says with a wink.

Just as Shingen had said, Kenshin finds you in the kitchen. The sleeves of your kimono are rolled up and your hair is loosely tied back. Strands of your bangs curl over your head, matted down by the slight sheen of sweat that reflects in the light as you move gracefully.

You curse under your breath when the bamboo wrap slips from your hands. As Kenshin moves forward, you squeal in surprise as you had not noticed him earlier. “Lord Kenshin!”

He grunts in acknowledgement before looking at the mess of rice scattered across the table. “What are you doing here? Besides destroying things.”

Averting your gaze, you look down. “I was trying… to help…”

Kenshin raises an eyebrow. “I release you from the cells, and instead of doing whatever you please, you task yourself with manual labor?”

“Well it sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

He takes the knife from your hand and cuts the balls of rice into half. “You are using far too much. How do you expect the seaweed to hold it properly when you have enough to feed a soldier in this ball?”

His comment makes you laugh. Taking another wad of rice, you break it into two. “Like this?” you ask.

“Yes. Now shape it with the end of the blade.” Kenshin lines up the rice and presses the metal against the sides, forming them into roughly the same size triangles of rice. You follow his steps the best you can, but yours look less equal compared to Kenshin’s. Upon seeing the disappointment on your face, Kenshin takes a bite from one. “It takes practice.”

“Yours are perfect. How did you do it?”

“I’ve known how to make onigiri since I was young.”

Interested by this comment, you press further. “You know how to cook?”

“Any man should. In the case they find themselves unable to communicate or in a situation where help is limited. Of course I do.”

Is there anything he can’t do? you ask yourself.

The two of you reach for the washcloth, causing his hand to brush over yours. Kenshin reels back almost immediately, and allows you to take it. Bowing his head slightly, Kenshin clears his throat. “It was not right to keep you in the cell,” he begins, catching your attention. “I should have put you to work instead.”

“Is that supposed to be an apology?!”

Kenshin turns away. “Name it what you will.”

“Wait!” you call after him as he leaves. However, he escapes before you have the chance to speak to him more.

Tensions between you and Kenshin lessen as time passes, and one day Kenshin sees you admiring the garden in full bloom. He wishes to join you, but Shingen is by your side before he has a chance to go to you. His blood boils when he sees Shingen making you laugh, so he storms off.

However, he did not hear what actually transpired between you and Shingen:

“What a beautiful flower, no?” Shingen comments suavely as he meets your pace.

“Where?” you ask, turning in circles to look for it.

“Well, surely I am referring to you.”

Looking down, you tuck your hair behind your ear. “Ah…”

“Tell me, how do you like it here?”

You inhale the fresh air and smile. “It’s beautiful… yes. But I do miss the Oda castle. All of my friends are there. I’ve become close with some of the maids here though-”

Shingen nods and smiles as your face lights up. The two of you walk a few paces forward before Shingen introduces a new conversation. “I do believe that Kenshin has taken a liking to you, my dear.”

This makes you laugh. “Lord Kenshin?”

He nods.

“I doubt it-” you reply swiftly as warmth spreads to your cheeks. “He kept me as a prisoner. Albeit, he made sure I was accommodated, I cannot forgive him for that.”

Shingen ponders for a moment. “Are you aware that he left pickled plums for you after catching you eating them?”

“I thought-”

“And he let you,” Shingen concludes.

Before you can reply, you see a streak of blue zip around the corner.

“Oh no…” you whisper to yourself, realizing Kenshin had been watching you.

A few days later and you still feel guilty for upsetting Kenshin. He barely showed himself, and the few times you caught a glimpse of him, he would refuse to look you in the eye. It bothered you that you had become relatively close… if that was even possible… to Kenshin, but now he cut himself off from you.

Determined to make things right, you go to the kitchens to prepare a special dinner for him.

It’s hard to knock on his door as you hold the tray, but Kenshin opens the door just as you’re about to call out. In fact, he nearly runs into you, but he stops himself at the last moment.

“What are you doing here?”

“I brought you some onigiri. And plums!”

Kenshin looks at the tray and the words roll off of his tongue. “For me?”

Rolling your eyes, you let yourself inside. “No, for Shingen.” You set it down on the table and wait for him to return from the door. When he lingers, you laugh and add, “Yes, it’s for you. It’s kind of… a way to make amends? He told me that you left the plums for me while I was in the cell.” But then, you cross your arms. “I wouldn’t have been in the cell in the first place if you hadn’t locked me there, though.”

He looks at you with a blank expression, and you jump slightly. “I-I’ll go…”

As you leave, Kenshin catches your wrist. “No. Stay.”

You sit opposite from Kenshin and wait for him to eat something. After a few minutes of silence, he takes one of the onigiris and bites one of the corners. You expect him to comment on good it is, but instead he spits it out.

“Did you use an entire salt mine on this?!”

Relaxing, you howl with laughter.

Kenshin does not find this funny, and takes a long swig of sake. “How dare you?!”

“I’m sorry!” you manage to hiccup between bursts of laughter. “I must have accidentally put too much.”

He does not believe this, and instead thinks you’re trying to poison him. Kenshin attempts to eat a different one, but it has the same issue of being far too salty to consume. You find this hysterical, so Kenshin huffs with annoyance.

“You’re having far too much fun with this-” Kenshin complains. “Share my fate, then.” He sits up, leans over the table, catches your kimono with his fingers, and pulls you forward.

Your breath is trapped in your throat as he presses his lips against yours. Kenshin’s tongue invades your mouth, bring the overwhelming taste of salt with it. Despite this, you melt into the kiss, enveloped by his musky scent in addition to the salt. You press your fingers to his jaw – a sign to show you accept his kiss. Had the table not been there, Kenshin would have welcomed himself to pin you under him.

He leans back and a sly smirk captures his lips as a dark blush spreads across your cheeks.

Indeed.

The onigiri was far too salty.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #uesugi kenshin #rurouni kenshin #ikesen kenshin #slowburn #romance #cybird #otome

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razzle-dazzle-13 · 5 years

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The Glorious Story of the Birth of Your Lord and Savior’s Heir

Or Fabian Cortez’s Adventures in Labor and Delivery.

I wrote this for my friend #thecorteztwins inspired by life at work and her amazing portrayals of Fabian Cortez and Anne Marie Cortez on the board we RP on together. Guest starring one of my OCs, Kaylee who’s an X-Man with mentions of my Rogue who is Fabian’s best frienemy and Pyro, Kay’s Brotherhoodlum boyfriend.

It’s long so please keep reading under the cut! :)

***

Ah yes, finally, finally, after nine of the longest months of his life that had been filled with pickles, ice cream, and screaming, often altogether. Usually aimed at him. If he never saw another pickle dipped in rocky road which was some horrible plebeian concoction and Fabian really didn't think he DESERVED to have had it near him, much less thrown at him, in his PONYTAIL, just because he suggested that she should perhaps NOT be teaching his SON such bad habits, because pickles were full of salt and ice cream of fat and that wasn't good for him! A growing baby needed PROTEIN.

Anyway, horrible snacks aside it was about to be the second most important day of all time.

The day Fabian Cortez became a FATHER. Passing his superior genetics into the next generation.

God he hoped the baby took after him and not Anne Marie. That would be tragic. Ugh. That would be the sort of cruel trick the universe might play on him, because through [i]no fault of his own[/i] horrible things often happened to him! Mostly because women were awful. Take Rogue, who had not only rebuffed his advances, even back before she had that little power suppressor bracelet when he had been the only man WILLING to put up with her, but even now when he offered to show her how it was done!

Her loss. Maybe he would find some women more worthy of his attentions at the hospital. Nurses often were cute and in a field like labor and delivery would probably need some reassurances from a big strong man when it got difficult. Labor was in the name. It was a lot of work to get a baby out of a belly button.

Fabian flexed at himself in the mirror and shot himself a jaunty smile. Ah yes. It was going to be a good day.

"Fabian! Are you finished packing my bag?" His wife, the love of his life, carrier of his child screamed up the steps between contractions.

Didn't this woman KNOW he was getting ready? He had to look his best when he met his son!!! And all those nurses! Some people just had to make everything about them!

"In a minute my amor!" he shouted back down the steps, gritting his teeth. Women were hysterical at the best of times, especially when confronted with him, so he should expect her to be just a little bit unmanageable today, but he wouldn't blame her like lesser specimen of men would. She was the mother of his child after all. Even if now she had those stretch marks and was gaining weight like no one's business, he would never abandon her! Besides, he wanted twelve children so they would have to start working on the next one, maybe tomorrow. He had people like Tiffany and Brittany on speed dial, the beginnings of the harem he DESERVED for his other needs.

Fabian flexed one last time and then picked up the duffle bag, strolling down the steps in a most manly manner.

There was a small shriek from the front door.

"My amor?"

"My water broke."

He looked in horror at the puddle on the floor. "Is... is that from one of the," he lowered his voice. "Cavities?"

She gave him a look , one that was filled with disbelief due to her good fortune of getting the attentions of LORD CORTEZ, but that someone else might have described as exasperated.

"Just come on."

And then she snagged his cape from the coat hook and wrapped it around herself to soak up the mysterious liquid as she waddled to the car and Fabian could only stare in horror, unable to even form words.

***

The hormones were quite clearly making her crazy. Fabian was huddled across the room while she threw everything in reach at him, from the TV remote to the birthing ball to her phone to medical supplies, screaming with every contraction. So far this was nothing like he had expected! No one had gotten him juice or water or even a blanket! They even seemed to think HE should be walking down the hall to get HER drinks and ice chips, like he was some kind of servant! The nurse was a MAN who was clearly flirting with the love of his life, patting her shoulder, pulling her gown up over her belly to "adjust the monitor" and doing "cervical checks" whatever a cervical was, sounded fake to Fabian.

He also refused to call the baby by his correct name, Lord Fabian Cortez the Second, insisting on listening to her when she said he would be named "Malcolm". As if Fabian would let his first born be named "Malcolm", that was a sock name.

"My amor, I think I should run downstairs just for a minute, I'm feeling a bit peaked, maybe some dinner," he said as she started to throw up, afraid she might throw that at him too. He blew her a kiss as he ran from the room. Whew! Maybe the baby would be born while he was gone and she would be back to her usual self, because this was quite disgusting.

***

The couch was probably infested with all sorts of disease, but Fabian managed to fall asleep on it anyway after a hearty dinner that he had had to leave the hospital for (Fabian Cortez, cafeteria food? I think NOT!) It was a little hard with all the moaning and groaning his wife was doing. At least she had stopped throwing things. Something about the pain being too bad to lift an arm and could he give her a back massage. He had asked if she would massage.. other things.. for him if he did and she had started screaming again.

Of course someone as magnanimous as Lord Cortez didn't respond to a woman's rantings.

He slept his way right through the epidural and from five centimeters to nine when the door opening woke him up. Why hello, who was this pretty little blonde piece walking in the door? Her scrubs sort of hid her body, but her face was quite pleasing.

For some reason she spoke to his wife instead of him though.

"Good Morning!" she chirped. "I'm Kaylee, I'm going to be your nurse today! So we're about to have a birthday party, yeah?"

"We better," his wife said through gritted teeth.

"Does the baby have a name?"

"Mal-"

"LORD FABIAN CORTEZ THE SECOND!" He popped up from the couch and shot the girl a winning, come hither smile. She was so love struck by him that she just stared at him for a second. "I'm the first, of course," he clarified. "Lord Fabian Cortez, at your service." Really she would be at HIS service soon enough.

"Umm and who do you have with you today?"

"My husband," she said with a death glare at him. He preened.

"Right. So. Yeah. I'm going to get everything set up for baby Mal-"

"Malcom."

"Yeah. Be right back." And she scurried out of the room. Poor girl. So taken by him that she couldn't even stay in the same room!

Luckily for him, Fabian didn't hear the rest of Kaylee's conversation with Matt, the night nurse.

"Oh yeah the father's a piece of work, disappeared for hours and slept through all of active labor. One of those. Ten bucks says he passes out when the baby is born."

"Matt what kind of sucker do you take me for, why would I bet against a certainty?" she said tossing her head and going to eat a doughnut to fortify herself. It was going to be one of those days.

***

Fabian went to get breakfast, but whipped his phone out and answered as soon as it rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Kaylee. Your wife's nurse."

Ah yes, she couldn't even go five minutes without seeing his face. Poor girl was smitten. Perhaps she wouldn't be busy tonight and he could show her a good time.

"Ah yes, Kaylee, of course what can I do for you?" he purred. "By the way I know this great restaurant, just a few blocks away. Perhaps you will allow me to treat you to it after the baby comes?"

"Umm no thanks. Well we're about to start pushing. So you should probably come back."

"TELL HIM IF HE DOESN'T GET HIS ASS UP HERE NOW I WILL KILL HIM!" shouted the love of his life in the background. God. She just couldn't stand that he was talking to another woman he thought to himself, even as he posed for the benefit of the ladies at the cafe.

"Pushing? Pushing what?"

There was silence for a minute. "The baby."

"Why are you pushing my son?" he asked, so horrified he stopped posing. "That's so rude! I demand to speak to your supervisor!"

"Do... do you understand how this works?" she asked.

"Yes, I talk to your supervisor and he stops this madness!" Fabian started running for the elevator to save his son.

Upstairs Kaylee hung up the phone and looked at her patient. "You guys didn't do a childbirth class, did you?"

"Oh we did," she said through gritted teeth. "He just wasn't paying attention. He has the attention span of a hyperactive three year old on a sugar high. Unless boobs are involved. He was all about the breastfeeding."

"I don't get paid enough for this," Kaylee muttered.

"Same."

***

Fabian burst into the room to save his son and was greeted with a horrific scene. First, of all there was blood on the bed coming from the baby cavity. Second, there was a table full of scissors and other sharp looking torture devices that could have come from one of Creed's videos in the room. Third, the love of his life had her legs up in the air and all her bits just exposed, while the cute, but psycho nurse counted to ten and made her hold her breath.

"My amor!" he cried rushing to her side. "What is this?!"

"Shut up and hold my leg."

He looked at her in horror. "I think I'll just wait up here, yes, where it's safe." He patted her hair gingerly and took a big step back. "Is my son here yet? Has this harlot tried to push him?" he glared at Kaylee who was moving the monitor around looking for the baby's heart rate, but in Fabian's mind was just proving the reason she wasn't falling down at his feet, she was one of those women who preferred the company of women, clearly since she was pulling the same tricks as that lesser specimen of male last night, trying to seduce his wife with her fake cervical!

"You apologize," his wife said through gritted teeth. "I have to push the baby out idiot."

He would forgive her for that, she was clearly delusional right now. Well women were the weaker sex, he wasn't surprised that all of this was upsetting her. He looked at Kaylee anyway, waiting for his apology, but then a new smell hit his nostrils and distracted him.

Was.. was that FECES?

He thought he might faint.

***

Fabian was getting bored with this. It had been two hours! Kaylee wasn't even wearing a short skirt and low cut shirt and when he had asked her for some refreshments she had just glared at him. Didn't these people know who he was? He was going to be complaining, especially since her so called supervisor was just another scrub wearing woman "charge nurse" who had run in when the monitor started going slowly, saying something about the baby's heart rate and helping turn his wife,then going out to call for the doctor and a vacuum. Women! Always cleaning! At least she knew tidying up was her place. She wasn't completely hideous and he would need someone handy in the harem, he resolved to get her number when she was done cleaning.

"His heart rate came back up so that's good, but he's not coming down in your pelvis as fast as we'd like," Kaylee was explaining to his wife when Fabian tuned back in. "I think he has a big head."

"Well we know where he gets that from," she replied, shooting Fabian another look. He missed it. He was scrolling on his phone looking for a replacement cape.

***

"I can see Malcolm's head every time you push," Kaylee said. "You're almost there! Dad do you want to see?"

"Why is his head down there?" Fabian asked as he leaned over despite his reservations, then gasped in HORROR. "BUT, BUT, DOESN'T HE COME OUT THE BELLY BUTTON? WHAT KIND OF ORGANIZATION ARE YOU PEOPLE RUNNING? I DEMAND A REAL MANAGER! A MAN!"

He was still exclaiming when the doctors and charge nurse ran in (without a vacuum, apparently she did not know how to clean after all since she was handing the doctor a suction cup) and shuffled him to the side. One of them practically knocked him down at one point, shouting about shoulders disaster or something, Fabian was too busy screaming at the sight of a head emerging like some kind of alien from one of his wife's cavities, he couldn't tell which, and then the nurse VAULTED onto the bed to try to kill his or seduce his wife, shoving her fists into her stomach.

Fabian would have protested if he could stop shrieking wordlessly (later he would say he was the one who heroically SAVED both his wife and son when the female nurses and doctors ran around cleaning the room while she bled out). Finally the entire baby came out, slimy and bloody and DISGUSTING and there was a loud thump from the other side of the bed, ignored by Kaylee as she jumped off the bed to start resuscitating Malcolm.

If only Fabian had been a little nicer she might have made sure when he passed out he landed on the couch, but it wasn't to be.

***

When Fabian came to everything was calm. Ah yes. He must have taken a nap. He had to see his son, he was sure that whole thing had just been a very bad nightmare.

His wife was sleeping peacefully and there was Anne Marie, the big idiot, crooning to a bundle wrapped in a cow patterned blanket. Hideous.

"Oh hi Fabian! The nurse said you'd wake up eventually. She's super nice isn't she? We're going to hang out sometime! She asked if we wanted to take you down to the emergency room, but I said no, you do this all the time you'd be fine." She beamed. "Isn't Malcolm so cute? I filled out his birth certificate for you and guess what? Kaylee sent it right away! She said no take backs once it's sent and Malcolm is such a great name!"

"NO!" He staggered off the floor and to the baby. "MY POOR BOY! LORD FABIAN CORTEZ THE SECOND! CURSED WITH THAT NAME?!"

Malcolm woke up. Took one look at Fabian. And started screaming.

"Me too," Anne Marie said.

"What?"

"Oh he just thinks you're too much. And you know you packed that whole bag full of your clothes right? She's really mad that you didn't bring any of her stuff. Or Mal's. I had to get him this cute blanket!"

Fabian howled with the indignity.

***

In the locker room Kaylee couldn't stop laughing as she and the rest of the nurses relived the day. All was well that ended well and baby and mom were both fine and the floor had an amazing story to tell on bad days. She flipped her phone and dialed a number.

"John you're not going to believe what happened today-" she said, then had to stop talking as one of the nurses reenacted Fabian fainting. It was going to take her a minute to stop laughing long enough to catch her breath and tell her boyfriend the rest of the story.

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OB nurses monitor the baby's heart rate all through labor, turning the mom is the first intervention if it's decelerating in a bad way or the baby isn't recovering on their own. We spend a lot of time chasing the baby with the ultrasound and the contractions with the TOCO.

Yes sometimes you really DO push for four hours as a first time mom after you labored for a couple days and some dads really do sleep through it all and wander off for hours for food when mom can't eat or can only have clear liquids.

Vacuum assisted deliveries with the Kiwi are a thing, but not the kind of vacuum Fabian is thinking of.

Shoulder dystocias (AKA Disasters) are an OB emergency where the baby's head is out, but his or her shoulders get stuck. Yes, I have half tackled family or students to get them out of the way to deal with it IRL. The first maneuver to try to get them loose includes mom's legs way back and suprapubic pressure to pop the shoulder free-which can mean jumping onto the bed if you're short and don't have a step up handy.

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