#I didn’t even know she was mad and I sincerely apologised and tried so hard to fix it

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song x (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, romance, happy ending, jin has stubble lmao, smut; morning sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft sex, spooning, jin has a thing for boobs this saturday morn, everything gets so fluffy  words; 6,243

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

When you heard the doorbell ring twenty-five minutes later you were up off the sofa in seconds, heart thrumming against your ribcage as you rushed towards the entryway, a nervous kind of excitement flurrying inside your stomach. Yanking the door open, you were unable to keep the smile from your face as you saw Seokjin stood in front of you. He was dressed in sweatpants and a baggy white t-shirt which was slightly creased. His hair must have been freshly washed, soft and fluffy on top of his head, but it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a while, hints of stubble growing along his upper lip and along his jawline. 

“Hi.” You were grinning by now. 

“Hi,” he murmured softly, stepping forward. Immediately you found yourself in his embrace, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent welcoming. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing the side of your face to his chest. You felt still, relaxed for the first time in days. 

Kissing the top of your head as he pulled away, he took your hands and let out a small chuckle. “I was halfway here when I realised I still had my slippers on.” 

You looked down at his feet, giggling as you spotted the blue slip ons. Linking your fingers with his, you gently tugged him forward. “Do you want head to the living room?”

He nodded, letting you lead the way, and you paused by the kitchen, turning back. “Want something to drink?”

“Water, if it isn’t any trouble.” He asked. Classic Seokjin, you thought to yourself, leaving him to sit, too polite for no reason. When you came back, handing him the drinking glass he smiled and said his thanks. You sat next to him watching him take a sip and lean over to place the glass on the coffee table. You didn’t know where to start, you had so much to say, but it seemed like he had been thinking his piece over in the car ride here. 

Exhaling, he turned to you with a serious expression. “Just before you say what you need to, I want to apologise.” He paused, seeing if you would let him continue, when you didn’t object he reached for your hand. “I’m really sorry for the way I acted Sunday. It was unacceptable and I’m really embarrassed you had to see me like that.” He sighed then, “I was just so... I was so mad that Nana turned up and spoke to you like she did. I let all my frustrations regarding Arin take over too.” He was staring you straight in the eyes, eager to make you see how sincere he was. “I never meant to compare you both and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” 

“Everyone gets angry, Seokjin. Don’t feel embarrassed because of that,” you told him. “It was just jarring to see. Plus it was all so overwhelming.” He nodded in understanding and you smiled and squeezed his hand. “I appreciate your apology regarding the comparisons though.” What was done was done, but he sounded regretful. “Have you spoken to Nana since?” 

“Yeah,” he murmured, averting his gaze for a split second. He sounded remorseful. “I saw her yesterday afternoon. She wanted to be with Arin this weekend so I finished work early and drove her there. Nana…” He stopped himself and started again. “I know why she was so hurt over everything. We talked it out a little. Barely touched the surface but things are headed in the right direction. I apologised to her.” 

“That’s good to hear,” you said. There was no good only apologising to you. Nana deserved an apology just as much, maybe even more. You were glad they’d managed to be civil and you hoped it was a step in the right direction. 

“I know Arin missed school but I called Principal Jung.” Seokjin was eager to explain himself. “I didn’t go into details of course, but he said it was okay.” 

“That’s fine,” you chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. It was only one day.” How cute. You didn’t take your job that seriously. At least the mystery was solved though. You had stressed over nothing. He wanted nothing more than for Arin to see her mother, regardless of what his relationship with Nana was like. This extra weekend together meant a lot to not only Arin and Nana, but him too. Harsh words had been shared in frustration and anger, but he hadn’t lost sight of what mattered the most – his daughter. 

“I’m glad you talked to Nana,” you smiled, unsure how to voice all your thoughts. What mattered was he’d seen the error of his ways, and hopefully Nana had too. 

He nodded sternly. “I was out of order that day.” 

You grew serious too, hesitating before you said his name. You knew you had to ask him, knew you had to have this conversation, but it didn’t stop you from feeling slightly afraid. “Seokjin, why didn’t you tell her about us?” 

He closed his eyes briefly, shame written all over his face, and he let go of your hand to run a hand through his hair. It draped across his forehead instantly. “I made a mistake.” He was looking straight into your eyes again, chocolate irises pooling with genuine regret. “At first I didn’t know what would happen between us. It was all brand new for me – for you. Letting Nana know was the last thing on my mind, but as things got more serious, I just…” He faltered, gaze falling to his lap. “I didn’t want to burst the bubble. I was so happy. I didn’t want anything to potentially ruin it. 

“It was stupid, considering Arin could tell her at any moment. I just wasn’t thinking, I was being selfish. I understand why Nana was so hurt. I would feel the same if I found out Arin had been spending time with a man I didn’t know.” He exhaled deeply. “I took it all to heart because deep down I knew I’d done wrong.” 

You appreciated his honesty. “We were definitely in a bubble. I never even thought to ask if you’d let her know. I –”

“It’s not your fault.” He was quick to tell you. “It was my responsibility and I didn’t want to do it. I regret it now and I’ve told her that. I’m sorry to you too, it wasn’t my intention to keep you a secret.” 

You were quiet then, unsure what to say. You still had questions, still had things you needed to understand and as if he read your mind, he placed a gentle hand on your knee, tilting his head to watch you. “Y/N, is there anything else you want to know?” 

Your fingers picked at your pyjama pants, heart beating rapidly. There was one important thing you needed the answer to, it was a dumb question, you were nearly positive, but yet you knew you needed to ask it. 

“Anything you want to ask, I’ll be 100% honest with you.” He gently nudged, sensing your reluctance. 

“T-this may seem stupid,” you began, finding courage. He was Seokjin, your Seokjin, he wouldn’t judge you. However, you hoped what you had to say wouldn’t hurt him. He waited patiently for you to continue. You held his gaze. “You’re not just looking for a mother figure for Arin, are you?”

His forehead crinkled in confusion, his hand leaving your knee as he processed your words. “What do you mean?”

You felt a wave of panic. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just need to know if you like me for me.”

He watched you carefully, brow line now creasing in concern. “Of course I like you for you.” And then he took your hand, lacing his warm fingers between yours. You could see the concentration on his face as he tried to find a way to word his thoughts. “I’m not looking for a mother figure, I never was. Yes, I’d love it if Arin saw her mother every day, but I’m not trying to recreate it elsewhere. I was wrong to compare you both. Nana loves Arin, I know that, she’s trying her best, and you’re…,” he took a breath, “I would never expect you to take on all that responsibility. You’re my girlfriend, I would never intentionally put all that pressure on to you.

“Y/N, I’m Arin’s father,” he continued when you didn’t reply. “She means the world to me, so knowing that she adores you makes me happy, as does knowing you adore her. I always thought dating in my position would be really hard – that’s why I never did it. Having to trust someone that much to potentially let them into my daughter’s life, that was such a frightening thought. But it wasn’t with you.” His eyes were wide, pleading as he tried to make you see. As he spoke he used his other hand to cup the side of your face, you softened into his touch. 

“There were other worries too,” he continued to confess. “I thought nobody would want a divorced dad as a boyfriend. It’s fine, I understand it’s not everyone’s ideal, but with you it was never a problem. You accepted me and what my life involved and I’m not going to lie, that made me fall for you even harder but I wasn’t using you because I wanted some sort of permanent mother figure in Arin’s life. That’s absurd and it makes me really sad to know I potentially made you feel that way.” 

Your chest felt lighter hearing those words. Nothing like the tight, anxious mess you had felt all week. It was good to know your worst fears weren’t true. Your doubts, even though valid, hadn’t been needed. You believed every word he said. 

He lowered his hand from your face, sensing you were about to speak, and instead clutched the hands laced together in your lap. “Hearing those things you said to Nana, it made me… It overwhelmed me. Made me think that you’d been expecting too much of me this whole time, or like maybe you’d been searching for something I had no clue about.” You admitted.

You hadn’t liked being used as a weapon. It had made you feel horrifically guilty. You told him just as much, being as frank as you possibly could because he needed to hear it. 

“I understand,” he nodded. “I promise I’ll never do it again. All I can give you is my word.” 

“And I’ll believe it.” You told him, needing him to know something else as well. “Seokjin, I really do care about Arin. I’m beyond touched that she’s accepted me into her life but my place will always be different.” 

Seokjin frowned at that. “You are still an amazing person in her life though. She’s become so much happier these past few months and I can’t deny it and say that’s not partially down to you, even if it’s just a fraction of the reason.” 

You opened your mouth to disagree with him, he was being too nice, giving you too much credit, but he wasn’t having any of it. “No, Y/N. You need to hear these things. You make Arin happy too, and I think that’s a beautiful thing.” He felt you relax, smiling when he noticed you do the same. “I fell for you because of many reasons, and yes, one of them was because of how you treat Arin, but it’s not the only one.” His voice was soft as he began to make a list. You couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re sweet, caring, funny, beautiful – inside and out.” 

“You’re a real charmer, hm,” you teased.

He chuckled, but grew serious once again, giving your hand a squeeze. “You could have anybody but you chose me, the man whose life is overtaken by work and is struggling to be an OK dad.” 

“Seokjin, you’re an amazing father,” you scoffed. If he expected you to listen then he needed to as well. “You work so hard and you’re constantly exhausted but that doesn’t stop you from being one of the best fathers I know. You need to give yourself more credit.” 

“Thanks,” he said, plump lips tugging up into a half-smile. You really wanted to kiss him, it had been long enough, so you leaned forward, pressing your mouth to his. Gentle and chaste. When you pulled back he was smiling harder. You couldn’t help but join him. 

One of his hands lifted, weaving into your hair as he brought your face to his chest, the hand holding yours letting go so he could wrap his arm around your middle, holding you to him. You were both silent, content for a moment as you listened to his heart beat steadily. It comforted you, let you know that everything was okay. 

“I’m sorry if I put pressure on you,” he murmured, chin resting against your hair. “It’s just when the three of us are together it feels so right. It feels natural and I love that.” 

“I love it too,” you agreed, your face still pressed into his chest, your palm too. “But Nana is her mother and I don’t ever want to take her place.” You paused, slowly pulling away to look at him. “I want to make my own place. And I don’t know if that means being a stepmom so soon, but it’s definitely moving in that direction.” You’d had enough time to think about everything. You were more than serious about him. “I want a future with you, Seokjin. A future with you and Arin. You both mean a lot to me.” 

His mouth slowly spread into a grin, he looked and sounded unbelievably happy. “Do you mean that?” 

“Of course. I spent these past few days thinking really hard about us and what we were – what we are. I’m serious about us, and I hope you are too.” 

He pulled you into another hug, kissing your forehead. “I most definitely am, but we’ll take it at your pace,” he assured, “and Arin’s pace.” 

“And your pace,” you added, moving your head back to look at him, hands resting on his shoulders. “Nana’s too. She needs to be involved because no matter what, she’s still a part of your life.” 

It wasn’t about just you and Seokjin, you understood that now, and so did he. “I agree. I really think yesterday was a turning point for me and her. I want our relationship to be better for not just Arin, but you too. I hate that you had to witness all that.” 

“It’s okay, Seokjin. Please don’t beat yourself up about it.” He needed to let it go and move forward. You had already. 

“Listen, I, er, I’m…” He hesitated, serious once again. “I’m sorry for not telling you why we divorced.” 

Oh. In your happiness you’d actually forgotten about that. You waited for him to continue, wanting to hear what he had to say because it had been the source of some of your hurt. You rubbed his shoulders, wanting to encourage him as he struggled to find the words. 

“It’s complicated,” he started. “…Finding out Nana had been cheating on me was what triggered the divorce, but it had been over long before then. It’s… difficult to admit this out loud but for the longest time I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that she’d cheated on me – it was an ego thing. I didn’t care because I no longer loved her but at the same time it was mortifying and it made me very bitter.

“I didn’t tell you because you’d trusted me with your own story. I learned how cheating had affected you and my situation was completely different. I don’t know,” he sighed, unsure if he was making any sense. “I regret it now because I should have told you.” 

“I understand why you didn’t,” you said simply, attempting to process the huge chunk of information you’d just been given. “But I think, regardless of our different circumstances it still affected you in some way. There’s no right or wrong way to deal with being cheated on.” It had obviously left its mark if he was still bringing it up nearly three years later. 

He still wasn’t convinced. “But Nana was right, that’s why I got so angry. I couldn’t admit it to myself, not until this week. By sleeping with someone else she gave me a way out. I didn’t want to be the one who ended it because that would mean I was the reason for Arin’s broken home. To ease my conscience I could blame the breakdown of our marriage on her.” 

“Seokjin, that doesn’t make you a terrible human being. You need to let all that go,” you told him gently. “At the time you did what you thought was best for Arin. You thought by staying together it would give her a better life but it doesn’t work like that and you’ve realised that now.” 

You didn’t want to stick your nose in business that wasn’t yours, but you understood what had happened. By staying together they had become increasingly bitter towards one another and the result was still ongoing. There had been a lot of hurt and that would take some time getting over. 

You noticed the slight nod he gave you, a silent agreement. The sooner he accepted his mistakes the easier it would be to forgive himself. “I still should have you,” he whispered.

“That’s not important anymore,” you insisted. 

“It is.” He clutched your waist, his eyes glassy. “You shared so much with me about how you got hurt, and I kept something big from you.” 

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Well, I know now.” You weren’t going to hold it against him, it had obviously been playing on his mind the entirety of your relationship. “That’s all that matters.”  

He relented, kissing you softly, just once, unable to help himself. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too these past few days. I talked to my therapist. It’s been a while. I’ve just been so happy I didn’t need to until…” Trailing off he gave an embarrassed shrug. 

“That’s good you got back in contact with her.” He hadn’t actually spoken about his therapist since your first date and you’d never thought much about it, but it was great that he knew to seek help when he needed it. 

“We talked a couple of times about everything. It was helpful.” He rubbed your back with a soothing hand. “I really am sorry my relationship with Nana is like this. There’s a lot of bitterness and hurt left over from all the years we stayed together. Maybe the truth is we should have never gotten married in the first place. We brought out the worst in one another until in the end it turned to hate, but I can’t regret it because she gave me my world.” 

“Maybe realising all this is the next step for some type of closure,” you offered. He and Nana couldn’t keep this up. They needed to get along for Arin’s sake. They had to try and salvage some type of relationship if they wanted to continue co-parenting their daughter – their world. 

“I think you’re right,” he agreed. “Now that everything is out in the open I feel so much better.” 

“I’m glad.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek.  

“So,” he hummed, sounding a lot more like himself, “where do we go from here?” 

“I think we just carry on from where we left off.” As far as you were concerned everything had been resolved. All your questions and worries had been answered. You were both on the same page now and you could move on together. “When I was waiting for you to come back with that salad.”

“Sounds perfect.” He laughed, wasting no time with kissing you, properly this time, cupping your face to bring you closer. You settled in his lap soon after, his lips soft and warm, each glide of your tongues making you realise that all you wanted to do was be with him. Always. 

“There is one change I’d like to make though,” he murmured, pulling away gradually, kisses becoming gentle pecks until he had the will power to stop completely. “I was going to wait until I took you to Paris, but maybe grand gestures don’t mean shit after I thought I’d lost you.” 

Your heart flipped inside your chest just from the look he was giving you, the sheer determination in his eyes, and the way he cupped your face firmly. You thought you knew what was coming. 

“I love you.” 

You were still speechless for a moment though, but it was okay because he was still busy confessing. 

“I know it may seem too fast and I don’t want to scare you away but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you these past few months. I can’t remember what my life was like before you appeared in it.” 

“I love you, too,” you gushed, coming to. “Of course you wouldn’t scare me away. Everything you just said, I feel exactly the same way.” 

“Really?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. 

“It’s not too fast?” 

“Not at all,” you shook your head. You’d been worried it was at first, but you’d been upset and scared. Now everything was clear. “Actually, there’s no such thing because I’m in this 110%.” 

He chuckled then, brow line crinkling in the middle. “That sure?” 

“Mhmm,” you nodded enthusiastically, hands holding the back of your neck. “Thank you for reversing into my car.” 

That made him snort. “It’s no problem at all, but,” he leaned forward, tone serious, “I hate to break it to you, I’m in 1010%.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring his goofiness to kiss him again. Although this time there was something you couldn’t ignore any longer. “Oh my god,” you complained, itching your lips. 

“What?” He was very obviously concerned. 

“Your stubble keeps pricking me!” You whined. “What is going on?” You cupped his face, getting a better look at the situation. He did look rather handsome with stubble, you admit, but you’d keep that to yourself. “A few days without me and you forget to shave.” 

He raised a dark eyebrow. “Isn’t that a thing? When you think you’ve lost the woman of your dreams you have to start growing out a beard, right?” 

You snorted lightly. “You’d be there for years trying to grow out that thing.” 

He tutted. “Rude.” 

“But what, say that again? I’m the woman of your dreams?” You teased, pressing for more. 

“I take it back now,” he scoffed. 

“You can’t! You’ve said it now.” 

“Shush,” he laughed. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Stop talking and let me love you.” 

It took a single press of his lips for you to listen. 

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You were slow and still sleepy when you awoke the next morning, gradually coming to, your eyes still closed. It was raining, you could hear the soft patter of it against the window as you became more aware, but you found it didn’t hinder the good mood you’d woken up in. Why would it? 

Finally opening your eyes, although with effort, a soft focus Seokjin came into view, already awake and leaning over you slightly. He smiled when you saw him, a hand caressing your hip. “Good morning, beautiful.” 

You smiled back, rolling into the side of his body, making the most of your sleepy state – and your boyfriend’s warmth. “How long have you been awake?” You asked with a small yawn. 

You didn’t actually remember falling asleep last night. After you’d made up (and you were done with all that kissing), you’d asked him to stay over. You’d laid in bed, wrapped up in one another as you talked about anything and everything before your eyes had started to get heavy, Seokjin’s voice and your own sounding distant in no time. And now you were here. 

“A few minutes,” he murmured, morning voice always an octave lower. It never stopped being sexy. You tangled your legs in his as he laid back down and realised his were now bare – he must have gotten too warm in the middle of the night. 

He cupped your face, wanting you to look at him. “I was using the time to admire you.” 

“Cheesy as always,” you chuckled. 

“Of course,” he agreed easily, leaning in to rub his nose against yours. “I woke up and thought last night might have been a dream.”  

“It wasn’t,” you whispered, getting lost in his eyes for a moment. 

“I love you.” 

With a soft groan you rolled onto your back. “Not fair, I was about to say that.” 

“Too bad,” he laughed, that deep morning chuckle you loved, wrapping his arm around your middle as he kissed your cheek. “You snooze you lose.” 

“I wasn’t snoozing.” 

“You were – and snoring. I heard you.” He was trailing kisses along your jaw now. 

“You didn’t!” You exclaimed. That was something you definitely did not do. “I don’t snore, take that back!” 

You attempted to wriggle out of his hold but he wasn’t having any of it, both of his hands beginning to tickle your sides. “Seokjin!” You shrieked, starting to thrust your legs but he rolled on top of you, caging your body easily. 

He stilled all movement and looked down, having way too much fun teasing you. “What?” 

Before you could even think to reply he was kissing you. Somewhere along the way last night you’d gotten used to the stubble, quite liking the tingle across your lips now, so you didn’t gripe this morning. Holding your face he trailed wet kisses down your throat, teeth gently sinking into your collarbone. You let out a gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed against his body, eager for more of his mouth. 

His hands soon began roaming your body, slipping under your pyjama shirt to caress your skin. His fingers delicately traced the underside of your breasts, lifting his head up to kiss your mouth once before he spoke his request. “Can I see you?”

You smiled and nodded, watching as he started to undo the buttons with expertise. When you were fully revealed he looked at you with a grin. “Woah,” he stated simply. 

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen them before,” you giggled. 

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure they’ve gotten bigger.” He mused, weighing your breasts in his hands. 

You snorted, mouth dropping open when he captured one of your nipples between his lips. His used his hand to palm the other breast, pinching the nipple with his fingers and you moaned, arching into his touch. Against your crotch you could feel him growing hard – rapidly. 

“Take this off,” you urged, tugging at his t-shirt. Your need for him was rising too, breathing becoming unsteady as Seokjin kneeled upright and ripped the piece of clothing off. You sat up, running your hands across the muscular swell of his chest. “Yup,” you nodded to yourself, “definitely gotten bigger.” 

He chuckled quietly – shyly almost, and helped you take your shirt off, kissing across your shoulder as he eased you back against the pillows. Next, he got you out of your pyjama bottoms, kissing his way back up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts as his hand slid between your legs, rubbing you above your underwear. Squirming, warmth flooding you as his mouth found yours, your tongues mashing together in haste, your arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. 

He slipped his hand inside your panties and loved what he found. “You’re so wet, honey,” he murmured, playfulness in his tone as he circled your clit with the pad of finger. His touch was so light it was unbearable and you whined, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

He circled your entrance next but didn’t enter, collecting your arousal to rub your clit again. You dug your foot into the mattress, raising your hips to get more. His dick was fully erect now, pressing into your thigh, but he was in no rush, fully devoted when it came to pleasuring you. Dragging your underwear down your thighs, you helped push them off entirely, reaching for him and pulling him into a kiss, although he didn’t stay at your mouth long, kissing across your chest and down your stomach until he met his destination. 

He didn’t get very far though, his hot breath making you wriggle about, thighs clamping around his head. “It tickles.” 

“Tickles?” He repeated in amusement, nosing your inner thigh. He kissed your bikini line, ignoring your feeble giggles. “I’m not trying to tickle you.” 

You held your breath as he placed a testing kiss against your centre, willing yourself not to squirm, but Seokjin took it slow, easing you into it, because your body had suddenly decided to turn hypersensitive in his absence. He continued to kiss your core, his tongue coming out to wash against you too, and soon enough you got used to the sensation. 

“Good?” He asked against your clit, the vibrations making you flutter. 

You nodded in reply, fingers of both hands reaching to tangle in his hair. He gave you a quick smile and then started to flick his tongue against the bundle of nerves rapidly, making your hips rise in shock as a moan drew from your throat. He gave you no time to recover, sucking on your clit now as he hummed in satisfaction. Body with a mind of its own, you spread your thighs, wanting to feel him even better. 

He got the hint, using his hands to plant your feet on his shoulders, legs bent at the knee to open you up even wider for him. He continued to suck you softly, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth at the same time, the stimulation so glorious you were sure you had tears in your eyes. 

“Oh God, Seokjin,” you moaned as he pulled away abruptly, your head falling back against the pillow. You had been moments away from coming, you were almost positive. 

He moaned himself as he licked a strip up your centre, pushing your knees higher up your body, exposing your clit even more so this time when he rolled it between his lips your hips jerked around uncontrollably, the pleasure too much. You felt him ease off but begged him not to stop, sounding possessed. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”  

He continued, his eyes on you as he made your legs tremble and you dug your toes into his shoulders, clutching at his hair. “You gonna cum, baby?” He husked. You whined in reply, hips rolling into his face with desperateness. “Give it to me then.” He told you, once again suctioning his lips to your clit. 

Your eyes clenched shut as you concentrated on his tongue, panting loudly as the muscles in your gut tightened. Your release hit you seconds later, lifting your hips up with one last burst of energy as he continued to work his tongue against your thrumming clit, your orgasm crashing through you in waves as you cried out. It was amazing, almost euphoric if you wanted to be dramatic (you did), your whole body satisfied and warm. 

Seokjin tried to ride it out as long as possible, but soon you grew sensitive, your hands detaching themselves from his hair to fall limply to your side, chest rising and falling deeply as you tried to catch your breath. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles delicately and placed your legs down on the bed before hovering over your body. He was just as out of breath, your arousal smeared across his mouth and chin, and you kissed him greedily, wanting nothing more. You could feel him rutting against you, attempting to gain just a little bit of relief, and taking pity on him you  cupped his erection over his underwear, giving him a squeeze. He groaned at the sensation, breaking away from your mouth. 

You started to rub him as best you could as he kneeled between your legs, watching your hand at work. He chuckled in disbelief. “You have me so hard, shit.” 

“That is my area of expertise,” you gloated, pulling his dick out of his boxer shorts. You ran your fist up and down it a few times, revelling in the smooth skin, thumb circling the head that was beading with precum. 

His patience was crazy this morning, enjoying the way you touched him so much he leaned in to kiss you again, panting quietly against your lips as you sped up your movements, dragging your thumb across his slit in a bid to spread his arousal. He hissed, jerking into your hand, and you just about lost it. You wanted him, no, needed him inside you. Right this instant. 

You looked him deep in the eyes, your noses practically touching as you gave him a squeeze. “Make love to me, Seokjin.” 

He broke then, unable to deny you or himself any longer. His underwear was gone in a flash, thick cock bobbing as he guided you onto your side, fitting in beside you perfectly. He wrapped his hand around your calf, lifting your leg over his to spread you out a little and then he angled the head of his cock at your entrance, kissing your shoulder as he slowly began to push inside you. 

You closed your eyes as you felt the drag, both of you groaning as he continued to fill you, his hand pushing one of your butt cheeks up a little so he could successfully bottom out. You stayed like that for a while, kissing one another, one of his arms hooked underneath your neck, hand cupping your chin, the other caressing your body, tracing across your stomach before softly cupping your breasts. The sensation had you sighing sweetly, pushing back into him and he couldn’t hold off any longer. 

He thrusted slowly, practically all the way out just to push back in, filling you up over and over. It was glorious, his rhythm eliciting moan after moan, especially as he played with your chest, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers. You could hear yourself, how wet you were, and you rolled yourself onto your side more, pushing your ass into him in a bid to get more.

He got the message, speeding up as you reached behind and ran your fingers through his hair. He loved that, grunting as he spoke against your ear, “A little faster, baby?” 

All you could do was nod and respond with a garbled noise from somewhere deep within your throat, Seokjin’s thrusts gaining momentum as he started to pound against your ass, his laboured breathing blowing hot air against your cheek. One of his hands dug into the round of your ass, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he growled softly, thrusts purposeful, unrelenting. 

“Let me see your pretty face,” he panted after a few moments, pulling you into him and cupping your jaw. You twisted yourself, half flat to his sweaty chest as you spread your legs too, letting him thrust up into you. Your breasts jiggled with the force of his movements, his tongue pushing into your mouth, kiss sloppy and everything good. 

His breathing got heavier, his movements turning slightly sloppy as he adjusted your body once again so he could kiss and caress your breasts instead. A hand played with the left one as his mouth licked and sucked the right, grunts falling from his lips now as he quickly lost himself. His thrusts got harder and his teeth grazed against your nipple. When you cried out, he loved that, squeezing your boob roughly, tearing another sound from your throat as your walls clamped around him, gripping him for all he was worth. 

You knew he was done for when he sought your mouth again, chuckling huskily as you pecked kisses against his plump lips. You felt his dick pulse, thrusts messy as he chased his end, and then he stilled, groaning as his orgasm hit and he started spilling warmth inside of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you tightly once it was over, hugging you to his body with even more kisses, both of you panting softly, enjoying the come down. In fact, you didn’t want it to end. Gradually falling soft, he stayed buried inside you and made no attempts to slip out. If anything, he was damn determined to stay there for as long as possible it seemed. 

“I love you,” you told him sweetly, sweeping some of his hair out of his eyes, still engulfed by his heat. 

He smiled, practically goofy, still drunk off your lovemaking. “I love you too, of course.” 

And then it was back to kissing. 

You had a week’s worth to catch up on, and an entirety more to look forward to. 

*BONUS*

You (10:25am) Seokjin came over last night, we talked it out and made up 😊

Soojung (10:29am) Finally! ILY and I’m so happy for you best friend! But thanks for the heads up, I’ll be giving the house a wide berth this weekend See you Monday 😘

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smut #seokjin smut #fic:mls #floralseokjin:writings

[slasherhaven]

Hihi! How are you?

Since im a slut for cliches could i get some hcs of slashers reacting to their s/o (who never said i love you) saying "because i love you" in the middle of an argument? 😳🙏

The Slashers reacting to their S/O saying “I love you” for the first time during an argument:

Thomas Hewitt 

The argument probably stemmed from his frustration about his own feeling for you. Thomas doesn’t like fighting, especially with you, but everyone has moments were they let their frustration get better the better of them. He had been a little cold and distant, and that had been the reason for your argument. He knew that he loved you but just never thought that you could feel the same, he was angry at himself and he took that out on you. Which he would instantly regret.

He loves you too, so much, and he is so sorry. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Thomas freezes and his eyes widened. At first he thought that he had imagined it but he definitely didn’t. He instantly calms down because he can’t stay mad at anything when you’ve just confessed your love for him. He’s very apologetic for having argued with you in the first place and is quick to tell you that he loves you too.

Michael Myers

It earns you a glare. The look he gives you instantly shuts you up. Your confession had been accidental and now you worried that you had said the wrong thing and made him even angrier. In a way you did. He wasn’t angry at you exactly, he was angry with himself, and angry about the effect that you and your words had on him.

It ends the argument but he’s going to need some time to process. He’ll just leave, admittedly leaving you wondering if he was alright or if he was coming back at all. But he just needs a moment alone to process your confession, his own feelings, and what that means for him. He’ll return soon enough, not exactly apologetic but he isn’t angry anymore, he’ll even let you fuss over him when he gets back if you’re worried. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t say anything. It’s hard to tell how he feels about what you said but he was still here, so that was a good sign.

Jason Voorhees 

Jason hates arguing but it happens to everyone. Jason really hates arguing but he’s a person just like you and everyone argues at some point. He just already feels back about it, but then you had to go and tell him that you love him? Now he feels even more guilty because he feels that he’s been terrible to you, even if that is far from the truth.

Your words are both heart-warming and reassuring. Jason just melts when you tell him that you love him, even if it was with a sense of anger and frustration. You still said it and you still meant it. He also finds it reassuring because this just proves that even when you argue, you still love him. It’s fair to say that he isn’t mad anymore, he just wants to hold you. He’s very apologetic for the argument and expresses that he loves you too, so so much.

Brahms Heelshire 

Love is certainly away to calm Brahms down. Arguing with Brahms is a nightmare because he doesn’t listen and he feels a whole lot, so when he’s angry it’s difficult to bring him back down. But normally the best way to do this is hugging him, showing him some affection. This time, you had accidently confessed your love in the heat of the moment. And, well...that worked. He instantly paused and looked at you with widened eyes. All he wants if for you to love him, so he really hopes that you meant it and you weren’t just getting him to shut up. This isn’t how he thought he’d first hear those words from you but that’s okay.

“Did you mean it?” Brahms’ anger has completely left his voice, replaced with vulnerability. When you tell him that you did mean it, he’s wrapping his arms around you and burying his face either in your neck or in your hair. He loves you too! You’re almost in shock about how fast his attitude changed, but of course you return his embrace.

Bo Sinclair 

Well, it definitely shut him up. Arguments with Bo are pretty common, he often lets his anger get the best of him, but you had never found a way to get him to just shut up. This did it. As soon as he processed the words you just said, he froze, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“You really know how to pick your moments, don’t you?” that’s his way of telling you that he’s not mad anymore, that this argument is over, and he loves you too. But you never expected him to sincerely return the sentiment just yet, you knew it was something he struggled with. But he sighed, pulling you towards him, and kissing the top of you head. How about the two of you just forget about all that nastiness now?

Vincent Sinclair

Now he feels extra guilty about the argument. He already feels guilty whenever the two of you argue or whenever you seem upset about something. But now that you just told him that you love him, he feels even worse for making you feel bad and arguing with you.

He loves you too! He’s extra gentle and affectionate with you to make up for the argument, telling you that he’s sorry and that he loves you too. So, so, much. Expect a lot of cuddling after that, he just needs to hold you, comfort you and be comforted by you. He knows that the two of you will move past this easily, and he’s thankful for that.

Lester Sinclair 

It’s then that he realises he was taking out his frustration on you. He had a bad day, arguing with his brothers, and he hadn’t realised he was taking it out on you until you let it slip that you loved him. He instantly realised that he had messed up and wanted to make it better.

“Aw hell, I love you too. I’m sorry” Lester apologised, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. He really does feel bad. All he wants is to give you a hug and a kiss now but he knows that he had probably upset you and doesn’t want to do anything else wrong. But as soon as you hug him, he’s holding you close and kissing the top of your head. He won’t let this happen again, he’s so sorry.

Bubba Sawyer 

Arguments with Bubba are rare but everyone argues at some point. Oh he hates arguing so much, he hates confrontation of any kind, but he hates it even more when it’s with you. He hates that he feels the need to argue with you and he hates that he’s upsetting you. He just doesn’t know how to make it better either. Any anger or frustration that he did feel disappears when you blurted out “because I love you!”

Your words are met with surprise, and then a hug. He doesn’t care if you’ve just been arguing. Once he’s processed your words, he’s pulling you into a tight embrace and he babbles out apologies and his own confession of love. In his mind, everything is okay now, you can both move past one silly argument.

Billy Lenz

Billy freezes in surprise. Billy has moments when he can let his anger get the better of him but he usually goes to spend sometime alone when he’s feeling overwhelmed with emotion. This time it had started an argument though. Billy doesn’t take shouting well at all so you tried to not snap, advising him to just take some time and give himself some space. But he just kept going, eventually you did snap but saying “-because I love you, Billy!” It instantly makes him freeze, the raised voice nothing bothering him as much as it normally would because he was too focused on the actual words.

“Billy loves you too. Billy’s sorry” he knows that he should have gone off to calm down, he can’t blame you for finally snapping a little at him. But he loves you too and makes sure to tell you that as he pulls you into a clingy hug...he won’t be letting you go for a little while. He just went through a lot of emotions in a very short amount of time.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

Doesn’t seem as surprised as you’d expect. Of course he already suspected how you felt for him, just from how you behaved and looked at him. So, your words don’t surprise him but the way that you’re finally confessing your feelings does a little. Of all moments, you chose an argument to blurt that out? It’s almost amusing.

Ends the argument. Asa collects himself and approaches you, cupping your cheek in his hand. It’s alright now, he understands. It’s always a little scary how he can go from threatening to comforting (or the other way around), but you appreciate it right now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He’s infuriating. Arguments with Jesse are absolutely infuriating. Normally he will just tell you how he feels, what his problem is, and then give you the silent treatment. That is, until you make him snap and he actually starts arguing with you properly, he get’s really frustrated is he can’t express himself fast enough, whether he’s using the phone or sign language, so he gets in a really bad mood. But finally you snap, accidently telling him that you love him, he’s pretty quick to collect himself. He needs to handle this better, he knows that.

He doesn’t want to be arguing anymore, especially now. It’s time to actually talk to each other properly, to apologise and work through it, because he loves you too. And he’ll tell you that.

Otis Driftwood 

“Why did you have to go and say a thing like that?” You had just been screaming at each other and now you’re telling him that you love him, even if it was accidental. He wants to stay mad but this made that difficult for even him.

He’s more focused on your confession than his anger now. God, he hates the effect you have on him. He hates that he can’t even be mad at you right now. But more than any of that, he loves you too. Hell, he knows that. And you really love him, you just told him so. He can’t even remember what the argument was about now, it was probably something stupid though. He’s still pretty grumpy as he puts an end to the argument, not actually apologising but you get the message. He’s more interested in hearing more about how you love him.

Baby Firefly 

She’s goes from angry to smiling, fast enough to give you whiplash. All anger just fades away because this is so much more interesting, she can be pretty erratic at the best of times, you’re getting used to it. Any arguments with her end pretty fast.

“Well why didn’t you just say so!” if that’s why you’re so worried about her and why this whole argument is happening, you should have just said something and all of this could have been avoided. She loves you too, silly!

Yautja (Predator) 

You’re arguing with him because you’re concerned for him? You had been arguing about him going on a dangerous hunt, you were worried about him getting hurt and he took it as an insult. Humans are still a little confusing to him, the way he saw it was that you didn’t think he could to it and that you were questioning his abilities, which obviously wasn’t the case at all. You just cared about him because you were in love with him, and that’s what you told him, it just slipped out.

Oh, little human, why didn’t you just tell him that? Like I said, he’s still getting used to all the confusing complexities that come with being human but he’s learnt what love means. He’s learnt that he has those feelings for you, he just hadn’t had a word for that feeling until now. He realises that your concern comes from a feeling of love and protectiveness rather than underestimating him, and that warms his heart. He tells you that he loves you too and promises that he’s going to be okay on this hunt, everything was going to be just fine.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

[oh-for-fic-sake]

It’s A Match Chapter One

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Summary: Filming is over and Henry returns home to and empty house. And he doesn't like it, things are getting to him and he doesn't want to be alone anymore. Then his brother suggests online dating, it sounds mad but henry decides to give it a shot. If worst comes to worst he just deletes the profile. He has nothing to loose right?

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Cheese, Self Indulgent Fic, Rpf, Plus sized reader.

A/N: so I wrote this before the whole 'girlfriend' shock and everything that has followed. I was of two minds whether to ever post it but honestly, this is my blog and I've clearly stated that i am going to continue writing Rpf. I want to do a little ficlet/mini fic and well here we go. It wont be smutty just  somewhat angsty then fluffy. Enjoy~

Taglist: In Reblogs.

Henry slumped back on the seat in his conservatory and sighed, from here he could see his brothers and their wives outside, each snuggled up on the out door wicker sectional he had got to have the family over. It was the first family get together for over a year. He was happy, god it was amazing to see them but... He couldn't help being a tad envious.

They all had a family, wife and kids to go through this shitstorm in. He had no one, well he ha Kal. But that was it he sighed and looked away sipping from his cup slowly takeing a moment for himself. He needed to just chill, but it was getting hard... This year had really knocked him back he was at an all time low he hadn't felt like this for a long time. He knew he was depressed, he felt stupid there was no reason to be but there we go.

Henry had been getting himself all twisted for a while now, filming the Witcher helped but now that was over and he was home alone. Left with his thoughts in a big empty house.

"Sooo little brother want to tell me what's going on or am I gonna have to get mum in here?" Henry jumped at the voice and spun around to face his brother who was keeping a safe distance at the door. Wiping his hands down clearly just having washed them again.

"I ah its nothing, you know me I'm a worry wart" he said waving off his older brother he didn't want to bring down the mood of the small gathering, it was why he had come in here to take a breather.

"You called us all here for a visit hen, out of the blue when lockdown is still being eased out. Its clear you don't want to be alone, yet your sitting in here alone." His older brother said leaning on the door frame folding his arms trying to figure out what was really going on. He could see his little brother was hurting he wanted to help.

"I've got Kal" Henry said with a chuckle and looked about for the bear only to frown and sigh seeing the room was empty apart fro  him and his brother.

"Kal's outside with the kids hen, what's up? You can tell me you know" henry sided as his sibling  moved sitting in the small seat across from him. He knew that his family would listen but he felt so... spoilt like he was asking too much and was being selfish. It wasn't like him.

He grunted leaning back choosing not to look at his brother instead focusing on the cup in his hand. He spun it slightly then heaved a sigh. He wasn't getting away with not speaking about it, he was going to air out his worries one way or another. With his brother or his mother, and he loved his mother but this was? He wanted to keep this issues close to his chest. So far only Kal knew about his problems.

"I... I've had enough... just had enough of fucking covid and being alone... i felt isolated before all this shit kicked off and now?" He vented releasing all the fears he had. It was tough, he was a family man without his own little family, he hadn't managed to find anyone to share his life with and it got to him. He tried being sincere and polite, he took care of himself and tried staying true to himself but... something was missing it had to be! On paper he was a safe bet a good man! Yet his relationships never worked. There were different opinions or his other half couldn't handle the life style or they tried changing him or they couldn't put up with the way he loved so furiously- so openly wanting to always hold and kiss them. It just never quite worked.

"Its- fuck everything has just caught up with me...worries I've had for a few years now I could ignore them you know? I had other stuff going on, was always out and about meetings and press tours I was busy! But now?" He tried putting his feeling into words but he was conscious, he didn't want to whine or bitch about his life. He loved his work and the life he had made for himself he just? Wanted someone to share it with.

"Now after covid you've got all the time in the world to think?" Henry nodded agreeing with his brother. Covid had made him face these fears head on. He has been alone for the best part of a year with the uncertainty of his work and filming quarantines and isolations.

"Yeah, it hurts I'm... I'm in deep and I? I don't know how I'm getting out of this slump" henry finally said outloud, his brother dipped his head listening to him as he ranted. Started letting out all the frustration and anxiety out but stopped short with another growl closeing his hand around the cup tightly hissing in frustration then looked away.

"And what's caused it? I know you hate being alone but?" Henry sighed shaking his head as his brother tried coaxing more out of him. He drew in a shaky breath wanting to cry, he was just so lost and upset over being upset and alone.

"Two lock downs... Two alone- I? If this carries on for the next few years I don't... I don't want to be alone anymore! I want to settle down, I want an actual personal life! A relationship a family and? How? How am I gonna find all that? They want fame or money or something! Women never seem to want me for me, they say the do then judge me for my hobbies- I'm a geek I like tech and games and fantasy! And women don't like that" he spewed the words like they were venom, half ashamed of being so dramatic but the fear was real. Henry was scared, he wanted love. He wanted a family of his own, and it seemed impossible, now more then ever.

"I want to meet someone who will take me as I am, for me and I just I'm giving up. I'm giving up on it I can feel it, almost forty and look, alone unmarried no kids-I have no one to share my life with, it hurts am I not good enough for that?"  He hung his head as he spoke the final words put loud. He felt so vain and full of himself when he said them out loud, his skin crawled.

But it was how he felt, being the muscular decent looking man he was didn't go with his personality. He was a geek and the woman who were drawn to him didn't want that. And the woman that shared his hobbies normally weren't confident enough to even speak to him. Society's views on acceptable couples had put Henry in no mans land.

"What about online dating?" His brother spoke up but Henry just grunted rolling his eyes frustrated.

"What? No I cant do that I'd be fucking swamped" he hissed in irritation frustrated at the mere suggestion of him trying to date online.

"Whoa hold your horses let me finish I mean come on Hen there's bound to be hundreds of shy sweet women on there, I mean girls that are into your hobbies and stuff aren't usually the ones out and about partying and stuff, so its more likely they will be online" his brother quickly explained before Henry could pop off on one and shut him down.

Henry opened his mouth and stopped himself. That was a good point. Many of the women he would click with weren't going to be in bars or fancy parties. They were normally shy and at home most of the time reading or playing games.

"I... You really think i could meet someone? Meet the one online?" He asked in a small voice warming to the idea. His sibling smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes little brother, your a down to earth guy, just make a profile and have a look, if you don't like what you see you can delete the profile" henry nodded slowly thinking it over. There'd be no harm if he failed well he'd be no worse off, a little disheartened but that's about it.

"Look write down a few things you want in your dream girl, have a pseudo name like fucking I don't know Hank! Or something and say your a runner on set or something" his brother spoke up quickly as Henry sat back and actually thought about it seriously. He was right, henry could tweak things and be careful about what he shared and if he did meet the one then she'd understand... He could explain the predicament he was in. That he just wanted someone who liked him for him. And he would only reveal himself to her if she was the one and he was sure she would understand. As long as he was himself and honest about everything else in his life then there was no harm... and if he used proper photos of himself just... half cropped out then? It wasn't catfishing? Because he was being himself just using the nickname his mother used to call him.

"O-okay so be myself but... Just tweak a few things? So they don't know its me?" He reiterated to his brother still trying to figure out the morality of this whole idea.

"Yes! No full on pictures, no photos of Kal either new photos henry not old, maybe of your eyes up or something? Girls love blue eyed boy- not your right that brown will give you away... you could even fuck em up with a behind the scenes character photo? I mean come on how many men use a superman photo for their profile these days?" He encouraged wanting more then anything to cheer up his little brother.

"I yeah... That could work ,thank you- I'm sorry I got so worked up it... Its just getting to me now" henry apologised but his brother shook his head and chuckled standing up to go back outside to the others that were all happily chatting in the garden.

"I know Hen, look just give it a go, you might be surprized... come on lets get back out there, after all you are the host~ you cant just run off and hide" henry grinned standing and following his brother. It was decided, he'd give online dating a go!

A week later Henry sat at the computer everything was ready, he'd taken some precise photos and had spent the last half hour writing a profile up. He had felt a little guilty about this... Was he lying? Technically it was him, he was going by Hank which was a nickname his parents gave him as a child, luckily this site didn't require a surname because honestly? He had no clue! To fend off some guilt he had thrown in a behind the scenes photo of himself as superman it wasn't much but it helped take the edge off. The other photos were cropped and there were a good few just so that the women knew he wasn't technically a catfish; he even did one with him covering half of his face with a piece of paper with Hank scrawled across it. At the time he felt silly but it helped with his anxiety over the whole thing.

He paused for a second eyeing the screen rereading the profile over and over trying to make sure it was alright and honest. And it was, he had explained a little about himself, his hobbies and interests and his job... Only brushing over he worked for the film and tv industry recently working for Netflix he hadn't exactly explained what he did but there was enough information.

With a deep breath he clicked the button his mouse hovered over going live with the profile. Now all he had to do was wait and hope he caught a good womans eye. Within moments a few profiles popped up, matches. He scanned them flicking through some of the profiles and felt his heart crack. They were all full of badly filtered photos and used slang that to be honest he didn't even understand. What was so hard about using plain English?

He growled growing frustrated clicking through what were clearly a bunch of wannabe sugar babies. Each profile had a main photo a little bit of info then a few more pictures added to them. He scanned each one quickly going through the motions judging each one. 'Too far away... Your clearly not even eighteen?... Oh you like dc? Really hate to break it to you but thor is not a dc character' Henry grunted as he bypassed what felt like hundreds of women each with their own 'duck face' selfie most advertising their Instagram pages some even ballsy enough to add their only fans pages.

'Wait a second who was that?' He paused and scrolled back up and eyed the image on screen. It was a face on photo a cute woman smiling uncomfortably. Unlike everyone else's there was no distorting blur or heavy editing, the only make up was in the form of eyeliner in a set of black slightly uneven cat eyes. A slightly skewed black flicks making a point of no editing on the photo.

She was a full figured woman with proper kissable round cheeks and a sweet nervous grin. Her eyes were what got him, they were kind and genuine he could see she was uneasy about the photo but she was beautiful. She lived about half hour away which wasn't to bad.

Henry clicked the profile and scrolled down she didn't smoke, drunk occasionally and had no children. She did however have a college education in animal care and ran a small business. Centred on dogs by the looks of it. He moved further down reading the profile.

Y/n, 30, business owner, e/c, 5'4, curvy

I'm shy so will take a while to warm up to you. A honest woman, sometimes to honest I don't seem to have a filter 🤗 I'm laid back and tend to be sarcastic and I love animals I'm a kc certified dog breeder as well as run a small successful business that caters to dogs. So if you are allergic or don't like dogs then leave now but thank you for clicking🙃

I spend most of my free time gaming or reading. I enjoy the fantasy genre and love dc and marvel (though I love dc just a tad more🤫)

I have one fur baby in the form of my lovely girl Amii who is a three year old malamute. Yes malamute not a husky or Akita so again if you don't like dogs or big dogs I'm not the girl for you.

I'm looking for someone to have fun and maybe build a life with. Covid has been tough being single and decided that it was about time I tried this whole online dating thing. If you want to chat pop me a message 🥰

I do not have a personal Instagram, snapchat or only fans! Stop asking for pictures!😠😠

Henry's face split into a huge grin. She seemed to good to be true. She was wholesome, successful in her own right and looked fun. She didn't seem to be full of kale and bullshit. Just genuine and? Henry couldn't put his finger on it but there was something drawing him to this woman.

True to her word there was no Instagram link, no only fans or snap chat or anything. He scrolled further seeing photos of her and the biggest fluffiest dog he had ever seen in his life. She was sitting down next to who he assumed was Amii her dog and he melted. Y/n looked happy and content, living her best life.

There was nothing that sent alarm bells ringing, no racey photos or 'Netflix and chill' innuendos. The profile was clean and genuine.  He was right the woman was a little chunky but extraordinarily beautiful. The curves suited her and made her look more... cheerful and he could tell she was strong aswell, you had to be to have a huge dog like that about you.

There were photos of her walking a large pack of dogs in the wood; that he recognised! They were the very same he took Kal to only ten minuets down the road, he even recognised the small logo of her company on the jacket she wore. He had seen dog walkers wearing the same jacket so he knew of her brand. I he remembered correctly the company offered dog walking, grooming and kennel facilities as well as offering Breeding services helping stud dogs and stuff. They also helped advertise registered breeders and took in rescues for rehoming. It was a brilliant little company that he had even used for Kal once or twice to get his teeth cleaned and nails clipped, because Kal was a bugger for his pedicures!

He moved further down seeing more photos of the woman a small section with the games and tv she liked. Witcher was in both the tv and games category aswell as peaky blinders, Vikings and a few other shows.

Henry paused as he saw the chat button. Should he? He but his lip twisting on the spot in he chair rocking from side to side. What harm is there? He could just send a message she looked like a fun loving woman, he shared the same interests and stuff... so why not?

His fingers hovered over the keys ready to type out the words. But he choked. His mind ran blank what does he say? Hi? I saw your profile? Does he ask for a date? What does he do?

He let his hands fall and growled. Then scanned over the side of the message bar seeing a few pre-typed responses.

'It's a match!' 'You look fun, lets chat' 'I like your profile picture'

He winced they all seemed... wrong? Somehow they were polite and all but it- they wasn't personal or anything just... not quite right. He looked down as Kal came padding over and slumped next to him resting his chin on his foot with a loud sigh. With that Henry had an idea typing away a little message and hitting send before he could really think.

You sighed typing away the latest wage slips and added up all the various overtime, you really needed some more staff on now that lockdown was coming to an end. Thankfully animal care was essential so you hadn't been hit too hard a few staff were on furlough as they were extreme high risk and shielding but you were going out of your way to make the premises covid safe. Luckily it wasn't too hard as much of the business was just a few staff and lots of dogs.

You frowned when a chat icon popped up in to corner of your screen. 'Hank?' You though trying to remember if you knew a Hank? Maybe a client or some old friend... but you honestly couldn't recall. You l saved your document and clicked the small icon bringing up a chat and frowned a you read the little message.

'I call my dog bear but he has nothing on Amii, Shes the fluffiest dog I've ever seen in my life she looks perfect for bear hugs😅'

'what the hell?' You cursed scrunching your nose up at the screen rereading the words. That's a bit random... you clicked his icon a small photo of half of his face then froze as a dating profile opened up. 'Oh... shit' you said seeing that your own profile you'd set up a few days ago out of curiosity had garnered the attention of the handsome blue eyed stranger. You swallowed biting you lip thoughts of finishing updating your records now gone as you scanned Hanks profile and a small smile crossed your face.

Hank, 37, works in the film industry. Blue eyes, 6ft, muscular.

Decided to finally try this online dating, unsure what to say other then I'm looking for a life partner. I like to think I'm funny and laid back. I'm fit and active but that doesn't mean you have to be, but maybe my lady could come for walks with me and my four legged son? I promise he's my best freind and a good boy.

My job is tough and I'm away for long periods of time, but when I'm home I like to play games and am into warcraft. I paint miniatures when I can. Fantasy and superheroes are a big part of my hobbies so if you don't like all things geek then I'm probably not for you.

But if they are? Then feel free to message me, I will reply when I can.

You read and re-read the profile And your hands hovered over your chicklet keyboard. Biting your lip, do you respond? He seemed sweet and real... if that made sense. You took a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? Asking for a plane ticket? You decided to take a chance and typed back a reply hitting send whilst you had your nerve and then flushed.

"And they say fluffy dogs only lure in women~" You giggled to yourself  moving a hand over the huge fluffy girl beside you giving her pets whislt thinking of a reply.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #rpf #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill imagine

[procrastinatorimagines]

Okay Part 8 (Final)

Fandom: One Chicago

Series: Okay

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 (Final)

Pairing: Matt Casey x Halstead!Reader

Warning/s: injury, mentions of trauma

Word Count: 1,224

Summary: After narrowly escaping certain death you decided to turn your life around and become a firefighter, and although it wasn’t easy, you survived your first week at 51. Now, you’ve managed to escape certain death for a second time, solving the mystery of your very first fire and saving the life of a little girl in the process, not bad for a candidate huh? The only thing left to do now is figure out how to more forward, with your brothers and your firehouse by your side, with one firefighter in particular staying a little closer than the others. 

Tags: @alievans007 // @louiselikeswriting // @killjoys-make-some-noise-na-na // @sesamepancakes

Will and Jay hadn’t left your side since you’d arrived at the hospital, fussing over you so much that Casey showing up was like a breath of fresh air, finally having an excuse to ask them for some space. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the attention, they loved you and they were worried about you, but you still felt like you were suffocating a little bit. 

“Hey,” Casey smiled, knocking on the door as you and your brothers looked up, “how’re you feeling?” He glanced at the bandages covering your hands and forearms, smile slipping away.

“Been worse,” you replied with a shrug, your brothers’ faces dark with the knowledge that that was true. “How’s Lily?”

“As good as can be expected,” Casey told you solemnly, “physically... she’ll be fine, but Doctor Charles is sorting out a long term treatment plan for her and her grandparents are on their way from New York.”

You swallowed hard, so much sympathy and anger swirling inside of you at the thought of what she went through, what she’d still have to go through. 

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get there sooner,” Casey apologised, guilt riddling his words as he looked slightly down, not meeting your eyes. 

“But you came,” you told him, “how’d you know I was in trouble?”

“That call felt wrong, and I had no doubt that you ignored my advice to go home and kept looking for Lily on your own,” he explained.

“Wait, you called Casey when you found Lily and not me?” Jay interjected, definitely a little offended. 

"Hey, you’re not allowed to be mad at me right now, I was nearly killed... again,” you informed him, earning a little grin from Will.

“Fine,” Jay held up his hands, “but we’re discussing this later.” Oh, you had no doubt you were going to receive a brotherly lecture for that.

A silence fell in the room, you and Casey giving each other half glances before Jay looked to Will, gesturing with his head for them to leave. “We’ll be close by if you need anything,” Jay told you, giving your shoulder a squeeze before heading out, nodding at Casey as he left.

“Take it easy, you’ve earned it,” Will said sincerely, following his younger brother out.

“Guess I should thank you for saving me again,” you told Casey as he approached the bed, momentarily forgetting the couple dozen stitches in each of your hands as you tried to sit up, pain shot up both your arms. 

“No, you saved yourself this time,” Casey insisted, wincing in response to your pain as he looked you over.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you admitted, not feeling like the hero everyone seemed to think you were as you looked at your hands. Lily was safe, but you should have done a better job protecting her in the first place. 

“Are you kidding? You saved Lily,” He said with conviction, causing you to look back up at his face. He was worried for you, but you could also see pride in his eyes. “You even saved Paul, why?” He asked, no judgement, just curiosity.

“If I didn’t... I would have as good as killed him, and he deserves to live with what he did, get justice the right way,” you tried to articulate what had gone through your head in those seconds before you’d ran back inside for the man who’d caused so much pain. “I know it probably sounds silly,” you added but Casey shook his head immediately.

“No it’s... admirable,” he said, hesitating for a minute before he put a tentative hand on your shoulder, “you scared the crap out of me with that phone call you know.”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, “I know I should have listened to you, going in alone was stupid-”

“You’re right, it was, but I’m the one who should have realised you wouldn’t let it go, I should have been there with you, you did the right thing,” he said, “if you hadn’t... we would have been recovering Lily’s body from that fire. Remember that Y/N,” Casey met your eyes, grip on your shoulder tighter as his words sunk in. 

“Thank you,” you said, your voice smaller than you expected, lightly putting your hand over his. Casey’s belief in you seemed to be unwavering, and you weren’t sure if you deserved it, but you certainly didn’t mind it. 

“So, what’s next, after you recover?” Casey asked, hand still lingering on yours, “are you- do you want to come back to 51?” It sounded like something he’d been thinking a lot about.

You paused, knowing why he was asking - you’d been through a lot, and no one would blame you if you never wanted to even look at another fire again, let alone run head first into one almost daily. But you’d given the question a lot of thought too since you arrived in the hospital, this experience not just reminding you of your previous ordeal, but why it had inspired you to become a firefighter in the first place. 

“I am,” you told him confidently, an answer that Casey seemed very glad about as he smiled.

“Well, drinks on me to celebrate when you get out of here,” he promised.

“You think Herrmann will let me drink on the house?” You asked with a grin.

“Maybe one, potentially just discounted though,” he laughed. It was a good sound, seeming more like himself again as the worry receded. You laughed too, enjoying the feeling of normalcy and security you felt for the moment, Casey’s presence often having that affect on you nowadays. 

“You eaten yet?” He asked, more relaxed as you shook your head. “I’ll grab us some food, sit tight.”

“Like I’m going anywhere,” you replied pointedly. Casey grinned, hesitating as he turned to leave, looking back at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. 

“I’m glad you’re okay Y/N,” he told you, taking your hand as his eyes lingered on you for a moment, unmentioned tension becoming more apparent as you realised just how close he’d gotten to you as you’d talked. You didn’t know what to say, taken over by a well of emotions.

In that moment it was like you were magnetised, unconsciously pulled together by forces beyond your control. And then his lips were against yours, only briefly, but you could still feel them tingling when he stepped back, clearly realising he probably shouldn’t have done that. After everything you’d been through though, what the hell, you deserved it. 

"Sorry, I-” He began, eyes wide as he dropped your hand.

“I know,” you told him honestly, something unspoken between the two of you being communicated in that moment, something that you’d been feeling building up for a while now. 

“When you get out the hospital, maybe we could spend some time together that isn’t tied to a case?” He suggested hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for your response.

“I’d like that,” you answered with a soft smile, pieces coming together in a surprising but not at all unwelcome way. Your focus had been so singular when it had come to this job, this case, finding Lily... that you hadn’t really realised just exactly how close you’d gotten to Casey. But this wasn’t the kind of unknown that you dreaded.

You held each other’s gaze for a moment before your stomach growled audibily, the moment broken as you both chuckled, Casey leaving to go grab you some food, though his eyes did linger on you for a moment.

There was a lot to figure out, a lot to think about, a lot of pieces to put back together, but you felt ready, and you weren’t afraid. So you smiled, your breathing a little easier as you began to put the past behind you, finally ready to look to the future and whatever it may hold. 

#matt casey #jay halstead #will halstead #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #one chicago #matt casey x reader #matt casey imagine #jay halstead imagine #will halstead imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago med imagine #one chicago imagine #matt casey imagines #jay halstead imagines #will halstead imagines #chicago fire imagines #chicago pd imagines #chicago med imagines #one chicago imagines #okay

[yugfics]

He Calls You A Fan jackson wang (angst)

/after pictures of the both of you together are leaked and interviewers ask Jackson questions, he denies your relationship/

You bit your lip and paced around your room, phone in hand. Your stomach was doing flips and you felt sick, having just seen the news articles about you and Jackson.

The both of you hadn't seen each other in a while, and Jackson had insisted on the both of you going out. Now photos of you outside a convenience store together were circulating and news articles were popping up. Fans were saying things, and people were trying to guess who you were.

The main thing worrying you was how all of this was going to affect your boyfriend's reputation. There are reasons idols don't date publicly, and you didn't want anything to happen because he's with you. Your phone began to ring. "Jackson," you said, answering it.

"Are you alright?" he asked you.

You nodded, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "Yes. Are you alright?"

"Yeah... things are a bit... complicated right now. I don't know what to do at the moment,"

He sounded slightly flustered, and you could hear voices in the background. It was most likely from the rest of the members. GOT7 was having a live interview later that day. "I guess it will be a very long time before we can see each other again,"

"Apparently. But don't be upset, alright? I love you,"

"I love you too,"

*** You sat on the couch with your phone when you got back from work, watching GOT7's interview and trying not to think about the trending news and negative comments. Your concentration wavered, though, and you ended up barely listening.

"So, Jackson,"

The sound of your boyfriend's name brought you back, your eyes focusing on the screen. Your lips began to curve upwards as you observed him.

"There seems to be a trending news lately,"

Your boyfriend nodded, his expression not giving anything away, but you knew him well enough to sense his agitation. You wanted nothing more than to hug him.

"A secret relationship? People are trying to guess who she is. What do you say about it?"

"I, Well, I..." he appeared to think for a while. "She's just... just a fan,"

You let out a small disbelieving gasp and clutched the phone tighter in your hand.

"Oh, really? You all must come across them quite often. There, we have our answer..."

You turned off your phone and set it facedown on the couch.

Just a fan.

Tears began to form in your eyes. You felt so done. Months of being together secretly, not being able to do everything most couples could do, not being able to see him for weeks at a time, not being able to go to each other's places freely... everything you'd done and worked hard for in your relationship. And he calls you a fan?

You didn't think you'd ever felt so angry and hurt in your life.

Things are hard right now, you tried to tell yourself. He couldn't have answered the question any other way.

But it was only after he'd said it that you realised really how crazy everything was. Who knew how long you'd have to keep living like this?

Unable to think about it any longer, you got up, deciding to make some dinner.

*** You sat at the dining table, dejectedly eating your spaghetti and wondering how Jackson was going to explain himself, when your phone began to ring. It showed your boyfriend's name. You picked it up. "Yes?"

"y/n, hi, i just got back home. I really want to hear your voice, how was your day?"

"My evening was terrible,"

"What? What happened?"

"My boyfriend called me a fan on a live interview," you said, tears beginning to form in your eyes again as you were met with silence.

"Oh, y/n..."

"You called me a fan, Jackson! In front of millions of people! Am I a fan to you?"

"I couldn't think of anything else to say! It's not like I could have said the truth!"

"I just... I just..." you sniffed and leant back on your chair. "I can't live like this, Jackson. I can't hide for the rest of my life!"

"It won't be for the rest of your life, y/n, just-"

"What? Years from now? How many? How long am I going to wait, Jack?"

"I..."

"And even when we can go public, everyone's going to recognise me as the girl you called a fan. How humiliating is that going to be?!"

"What else was I supposed to say?" he asked, sounding frustrated as well.

"I don't know, okay? I don't know," your voice lowered at the end, beginning to shake. "I just need to be by myself now... to think. Don't call me,"

You ended the call.

*** Jackson bit his lip and paced around his room, phone in hand. What else was I supposed to say?

He remembered what you said. "I can't live like this,"

He hadn't thought that much about how hiding your relationship was affecting you, and now that you'd told him, and the thought that you would break up with him was real, he was afraid. Because he didn't think he could live without you. What was he going to do if you decided to end your relationship?

Shaking his head, he looked at his phone. So what am I going to do about it?

He sat on his bed and scrolled through your gallery, wanting to choose the right picture of both of you out of the hundreds he had on his phone. He decided on one he'd taken of you holding his hand and pulling you with him.

Going to Instagram, he uploaded it and thought of a caption. He wanted it to both apologise for what he'd said, and also publicise your relationship.

After an hour or so of typing and untyping, he finally concluded on what he wanted. So he posted it.

*** You lay motionless on your bed, facing the wall and wondering whether or not you were going to break up with your boyfriend. It was hard, though, because he meant so much to you. You decided to sleep on it.

Turning, you switched on your phone to check the time, noticing that Jackson had posted something on his Instagram. Though you were still mad at him, you were also curious, so you opened it.

You sat up when it was a picture you recognised. You felt your heart begin to race. It already had thousands of likes and comments. What is he trying to do?

Scrolling down, you read the caption, your eyes beginning to water as you took in the words. Exiting the app, you called Jackson. He picked up almost immediately.  "Did you mean it?" you asked, before he could say anything. "Is this what you want?"

"Of course. I don't care what people think about it anymore,"

"I love you," you said, and you didn't think you'd meant anything more sincerely in your life.

"I love you too. Can I come over?"

"Always,"

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#got7 #got7 imagine #got7imagines #jackson wang

[missorgana]

flying like a bird to you

pairing: alina starkov/genya safin

fandom: shadow and bone (tv)

rating: teen and up

word count: 2424

warning: referenced rape, mentions of death

summary: Alina doesn’t feel like she knows much of anything in her new life, but she does know that Genya is very pretty. (canon compliant angst)

(i caved in and wrote this for my genyalina feelings. made myself sad. i miss them. hope you like this ????)

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Alina struggles to understand much of her new life, as strange and unfamiliar and confusing as it proves to be.

She doesn’t know where Mal is, or why he hasn’t sent her any letters yet. Surely he must be trying his hardest to find her, she’ll convince herself to believe it. She doesn’t know why Zoya hates her so relentlessly, stubbornly and unwavering, or what she ever did to deserve her stinging words. 

And she doesn’t know what to do with this power, despite being told what feels a million times - to close the fold.  To save the world. She doesn’t understand what she did to be called a saint, to deserve the power and glory that comes with such a title.

Alina feels like a fraud. She feels like that little girl she used to be, running away with her best friend because she had no other choice, fear set deep in her bones at the thought of change.

Well, now that change has caught up to her, that’s for sure.

Alina doesn’t feel like she knows much of anything, but she does know that Genya is very pretty.

This must be obvious to anyone, she concedes, the redhead’s beauty. But it’s what struck her when they first met, unlike all the other first meetings in her life. Genya is not the first pretty girl she’s seen, of course, but this is different, it must be.

Alina can’t deny her loveliness; in fact, it didn’t exactly wash over her when the tailor walked in through the door, rather, it was when a delicate thumb was raised to caress her cheek. She must’ve frozen right there and then, albeit Genya was only removing the bruises from her face.

And so Alina finds it rather hard to look away from the girl, who wakes her up with elegant robes and touches up her lips and tries out colorful pigments on her eyelids with a single sweep of her fingertip. She’s quite unsure if the redhead notices her staring.

In all honesty, she’s not sure if she wants her to notice.

When the day came of her showcase, when Aleksander expected her to flash her power and shine like the trophy he’d found for himself, Alina just found herself looking into the crowd of the hall, until she found Genya, and there her eyes stayed. When the tailor’s light blue eyes meet her own brown, they shimmer in a way she imagines the ocean to do, and it brings her a sense of safety.

Genya smiles; a soft raise of the corners of her mouth, one that Alina allows herself to receive, as if it is meant for her and her alone. 

Her lips are pink and face is flush, she finds it hard not to notice this, which is why Alina also notices Genya turning her head and looking toward the Fabrikator who visited them in her bedroom at sunrise - David, she recalls.

Alina feels, in this moment, unlike when Genya walked her down the halls arm in arm, significantly less pretty. Maybe the redhead’s smile wasn’t meant for her after all. But the Tailor looks back, and she knows, she’ll tell herself she knows, that Genya believes in her, even if she doesn’t believe in herself. Mal would believe in her, but he’s not here. She’ll have to stop reminding herself of that.

She fulfills the General’s wish, her first task of being a seemingly flawless saint.

But her feeling of flawlessness is imagined, a performance, and the prettiness that the Tailor makes her feel dwindles again, like the light in her hands disappear, and the Sun Summoner is once more Alina Starkov, a Grisha who’s barely learned to be Grisha yet.

Genya keeps looking at her until she walks off the stage. She wishes she could talk to her, but the General doesn’t let her, too busy parading her around to the royals. When Alina searches for the redhead again, she’s missing from the crowd entirely.

*

When Alina wakes her from her slumber to the touch of a hand, she doesn’t flinch, somehow, because she  knows the person is not there to hurt her. Zoya’s not in the palace anymore, she hasn’t come back, and her room is the most guarded of them all, regardless.

She’s not shocked to adjust her vision in the dark to Genya’s face looming over her, but the single tear threatening to escape the corner of the redhead’s eye does surprise her.

Her hand rests lightly on Alina’s forearm, neither of them speaking a word.

She has a feeling she knows. She knows why the Tailor has come to her in the middle of the night, but she doesn’t know why her.

It scares her, the pretty girl with the crystal eyes, and the sadness doesn’t screw up her beauty, not at all, but it hollows out Alina’s chest in return, because how could anything-  anyone dare to make Genya cry?

She can tell the redhead is trying unbelievably hard to hold it back. Alina lifts the blanket without hesitation, and Genya seems hesitant, yet not removing her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she tells her, barely above a whisper.

Alina shakes her head. “You shouldn’t be,” she replies, the steadiness in her voice surprising the both of them. 

The redhead’s forehead furrows when she keeps the tears at bay, and she thinks she hears a sniffle, too, and Alina can’t think of anything else to do than ask. “Can I touch your hand?”

Time seems to be moving at snail speed, but Genya nods, and so she does, touches it, holds it faintly so the redhead knows she can let go, easily and immediately. She doesn’t.

She feels another fear. Alina’s known fear all of her life, known how to suppress it, more than anything, but she fears, now, that Genya will slip away from her. She wishes she could comfort her, but it couldn’t be enough. Yet she finds herself trying, anyway, “Do you want to stay?”

Then, the Tailor smiles. It reminds Alina of the smile she was given back at the dinner, soft, but the sadness so overwhelming she wants to stand up, call back the sun in her hands, bathe the entire palace in light if that is what it takes to take the tears away from Genya’s features.

Or rather, she feels a dire urge to walk. Walk until she falls upon the chambers of the king, she ponders, what sort of damage, what amount, her light could do. That’s the first time Alina’s thought of hurting someone.

But she knows deep down she’d do a lot more than hurt him. And she can’t find any way to feel bad about it. He knows what he did. He knows why Genya has visited Alina’s room. He knows why Genya doesn’t feel safe.

She also knows that she cannot possibly carry out that plan. Alina wonders which one of the many soldiers, the royals themselves, or the General, who would kill her first.

Instead, Alina does the only thing she can and needs to do, because if she can make Genya feel safe in the way she gave it upon her back at the showcase, even just for one night, it’s more important than any saint’s mission, she decides.

The Tailor’s thumb is touching her pinkie finger, and Alina wraps two fingers around it. “If you don’t mind,” Genya then says, and Alina pushes the blanket back a bit further.

“Not at all.”

And so when the redhead lies down beside her on the covers, carefully tending to the blanket and that it’s wrapped around the both of them, Alina needs to remind herself to not stare too much. They’re both looking to the ceiling, lying on their backs. When she lies alone here, she sometimes imagines she’s gazing upon a starry night instead of the palace walls.

Then they both look at each other, incredibly synchronized.

Genya looks pretty, even in the darkness. Alina can’t make out all her features, but she knows, she’s still impossibly pretty for her to describe. But even more so she’s kind, and helpful, and  in pain .

“I apologise for waking you,” her Tailor whispers, and the apology hurts in her chest, again.

“Don’t,” Alina says, then frowning at herself, a sense that the word might’ve come out too harshly, “You can come to me anytime. I know you’d do the same for me.”

The tear rolls down Genya’s cheek then, disappearing into the pillow. She blinks more away, still smiling, and moves up a bit.

When a few seconds pass by, Alina thinks the redhead might not answer, and she just wants her to be okay, as okay as she can be. Genya surprises her with a question, the both of them still not looking away from each other, “Would you… it’s alright if you say no. Would you spoon me?”

“Of course,” Alina answers, with no hesitation. It makes her just a tiny bit nervous, but her voice doesn’t waver, her gaze stays, because she’s scared that if it does Genya will feel bad, be mad at herself, feel that it was wrong to ask, when it isn’t.

The girl turns her back to her, and she wraps her arms around her feather light, fear, again. The Little Palace traps you. Alina doesn’t want to trap Genya, not for the life of her. 

When the Tailor moves into her embrace a little more, her heart jumps a couple of times, into her throat, pleasant and painful at the same time, which she didn’t know was possible until now.

And when she wakes up once more to sunlight streaming through the curtains, her arms are empty and Genya’s nowhere to be seen, until the door pushes open and the pretty girl tells her good morning. She smiles. Alina smiles back immediately.

Her heart sincerely hopes Genya slept peacefully that night, if at all.

*

Alina Starkov will no longer be a caged bird under the command of General Kirigan, or the king, or anyone else. That much she knows.

Much else she can’t think of, much else she cannot do than want, need and try to escape. Get on an empty carriage, pray to whatever sainthood she possesses that it leads to her freedom. But she thinks of Genya. She has to find her.

But in the guise of darkness in the courtyard, the Tailor finds her instead.

She doesn’t call her name, and Alina doesn’t call hers, but they  know . Genya’s white and gold kefta trails after her feet, she doesn’t run, it seems she’s almost floating, and the crystals in her eyes are glazed over with worry.

Alina would very much like to kiss her, she realises.

She doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it before. She wishes she had, because now is not the time, now there’s no time, and the footsteps heard from inside the palace feel like a whole other world away. But she can’t hesitate.

Alina saw a carriage the furthest way back, with a chest lodged on the carrier. She’ll hide there. If the residents riding it try to capture her she’ll have the light as her weapon, she’s in control, as much as she can be without letting fear take over.

And when the pretty girl opens her mouth but shuts it again, immediately, Alina says the first thing that comes to her mind, “I’m going to run.”

The redhead seems to consider this.

Her eyes never waver from Alina’s own, even when she moves just two steps closer. Genya could give her up to the army so easily, she ponders, but the trust she has in her, there’s no way that’s misplaced. The tailor doesn’t smile, but nods.

“Alright.”

“Come with me,” she finds herself blurting. It feels right, Alina thinks. The question is right. She wants Genya with her. 

With her, she feels stronger. Safer. At the palace, she’s the Sun Summoner, the savior, a foreign thing to herself. Before, she was Alina Starkov, a stubborn version of herself that somehow seems just as far away.

But with Genya, she can be both. She’s herself.

At the suggestion, the redhead smiles, but it’s not accompanied by Alina’s cheeks flushing and her mind telling her to  stay , because the smile is melancholic and doesn’t look like the Genya she knows. Alina’s scared to hear her answer.

“I don’t think the General will like that,” she says.

Her own fist comes to a clench at the thought of his face. “I don’t care what he likes.”

It’s enough to make her blood feel like boiling, and the sun to break out from her fingertips and beneath her skin, if it wasn’t for the Tailor’s gentle fingertips appearing, as if from thin air, and fixing a stray lock of Alina’s raven hair behind her ear.

The hand stays on her cheek long, grazing it down to rest on her chin, that Alina considers acting. Mere inches would connect her to her red lips and somehow, she knows it would feel nothing like wielding her Grisha powers. It’d feel different. New. Millions of times better, like she was soaring. 

But she finds herself unable to do so because the sound of the army grows louder, and Genya’s smile grows sadder.

“You know I can’t go with you,” the redhead tells her, “I want you to be safe.”

So her thumb finally leaves her chin, comes to rest at her hips, faintly wrapped arms like she’s protecting the both of them from what’s lurking behind them, continuously moving closer and closer. And because Alina doesn’t know what else to do, she raises her own thumb, the urge to touch Genya’s bottom lip too strong to ignore.

She’s moving slowly, too slow. The Tailor doesn’t stop her. Her smile becomes more familiar; like an embrace, like a kiss, almost.

Her lip is even softer than she imagined, for the quick seconds she does feel it. The smile radiates off of her, becoming all the more tangible. And warm. 

Alina can hear her own heartbeat.

But Alina also has to run now, she knows it, and the pretty girl knows it, nodding once again, proof of an unspoken secret locked away in between them. She’ll keep her safe, as long as possible, anyway.

And so when she ultimately has to move out of her space, Genya’s ring finger draws upon her lip, where Alina abandoned the touch of her own. It feels like a goodbye.

#mine #my writing #s&bedit #genyalina #fanfiction #wlw #femslash #femslashedit #genya x alina #shadow and bone #grisha fic #teen and up rating #canon compliant #hurt/comfort #pining #angst #alina starkov pov #tw: death #tw: rape #netflixedit #grisha edit #sabrinasfamily #marisasfamily #meghansfamily #usersari #grishaverse

[tomtenadia]

Island Dreams - Chapter 12

Hello lovlies,

here we are with chapter 12. This should be, according to my plans, the last of the very angsty chapters. Now things should start to head towards fluff. I kinda plotted the ideas for all chapters and in a moment of inspiration I wrote a moment with plenty of fluff. They are getting there. Also, please don't hate Elias. He loves her. He really does. They are both just very impulsive.

At the very beginning Rowan says "mo chridhe" well, I am not going to give you a translation this time. Aelin will discover its meaning in the next chapter. You just have to sit tight a bit longer.

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Days rolled over quickly and Aelin’s d-day had eventually arrived. It was the day she was meant to meet with Elias. She had been nervous and in a bad mood since she had received the message and didn’t get any closer to figuring out a way to let the man down gently.

So that morning she had woken up as usual, scoffed the remnants of the chocolate cake she had bought from Maeve’s and tried to instil in herself the idea that everything will be okay. Rowan had given her again the morning off and she was quite happy since she had to go and get herself a laptop. She was quite serious in her goal of finding a job as a doctor on the islands and she definitely needed her own computer.

Elias had kindly recommended her a place in town and she decided she could go on foot. The day was going to be nice again and she craved the fresh air. With the address in her hands she was surprised that she found it without the need of the GPS on her phone and happiness took her at the realisation that she was getting very familiar with the town. A few more years, she told her herself, and I will be a local. Elias had been amazing as his usual and had given her some info on what to look for in a laptop and she was grateful for his help and felt horrible at the idea of how much pain she was going to cause him. Half an hour later she had a box under her arm and she was on her way to the bookshop. She missed Rowan. “Madainn mhath!” She greeted him with a huge smile, her mood suddenly improving at the sight of him. That day he was wearing a green hoodie that almost matched his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. “Madainn mhath, mo chridhe.” Aelin walked to him and dumped her box on the floor “What was the last part?” Rowan’s face turned red at the realisation that he had spoken too much “It means my menace.” He lied and she knew it. She was still learning Gaelic, but she had a feeling he had used a term of endearment. It was the loving tone and the hint of a smile that betrayed him. She just had to try and figure out the meaning on her own. Problem was she had no idea how to write down the word. In her basic lessons of Gaelic from Rowan she had soon realised that often Gaelic would pronounce far less letters than the ones written down and some sounds were not written the way she thought. “Sure, keep your secrets.” Gently she poked him on the shoulder. A totally pointless gesture. Given his muscles he probably didn’t even feel her. “What do you have there?” He pointed at the box. “I bought a laptop. You know… for work stuff…” grabbing her belongings she went for his office where she got ready for another day. Nervousness knotted her stomach. After the day had spent gallivanting around a part of Scotland she felt as if the energy between them had shifted again and she had no idea how to address it. “I phoned back the school and I told them that I will give it a try.” He said calmly while typing away on the keyboard. Aelin stared at him amazed “Ro, it’s wonderful.” And she meant it. He nodded timidly. “You don’t seem convinced.” She moved a step closer and her hand landed on his arm and the tightness in her chest loosened a bit when he did not shy away from that contact. He shook his head “I am okay. I really like the idea. It’s just the whole going back to a swimming pool without competing it feels alien.” “I am freaking out about the idea of going back to work in an hospital.” she confessed knowing exactly where he was coming from. The idea of being a doctor again was wonderful but a part of her was terrified at the idea that what happened in London might have broken her completely. He looked at her in understanding. “When it happens, you will be incredible.” He finally looked at her and she noticed the sincerity of his words in his eyes. “Sure, Buzzard, but for now I want to redo the whole fantasy section. It’s bugging me and we need a new display.” And she crossed her arms at her chest “You finish that paperwork. I am on a mission.” She added cracking her hands and marching to her favourite corner of the bookshop. Rowan laughed and kissed her head “Go, have fun.” In response she gave him a grin. Ten minutes later all the books were on the floor, the shelves in the Fantasy section were empty and Aelin was sitting down on the floor reading a book. “You are supposed to organise them and put them back, not read them.” Rowan admonished her from the counter. “Shhh… I am in the zone.” “No you are in the way.” And with his head he pointed at a couple of customers. “I am sorry,” she apologised jumping back on her feet “I am redoing this section. If you need any help, let me know, please.” “We were looking for the fiction section.” Aelin walked them to the correct area “If you need any recommendations, Rowan is your man.” The couple thanked them and she went back to her job. She picked up the book she was reading and gave it to Rowan, “set it aside. I am buying it later.” “You are just as bad as me.” “That’s why you love me.” Shit. “I meany you love working with me.” She corrected herself but the damage was done. So far, their plan of taking it slow did not include using the l-word. Yet. “Who told you I love working with you? Look at the mess you make of my poor books.” He pretended to be stern but she noticed the light in his eyes and the very slight uptick on the right side of his lips. He was trying not to laugh. “I should really start calling you menace instead of Fireheart.” Aelin stuck her tongue out and went back to work. It took her a few hours but the shelves were now more to her liking and she took a step back to admire her work. Rowan joined her to have a look at her project. “Right here in the centre at eye level I placed the book of the month. The two red bars at its side bring it out to attention and the plastic holder underneath has a message that says something about the book and entices the potential reader.” She explained to him “we should have more around the shop. More book recommendations.” Then she took a photo with her mobile “And this will be our official social media post. “I love it.” “And I am amazing.” He laughed “you are amazing.” His arms went around her waist. The two customer had paid and left and they were alone so he could let himself go with a bit of PDA. She stared up at him and his heart began racing and in that exact moment she decided to lean against his chest and hoped she could not hear his heart pumping hard “I love your hoodie.” “Well, you can’t have this one. Buy your own one.” She caressed his pecs and felt his muscles underneath “But if I buy my own one than it won’t smell like you.” Rowan’s hand went onto hers “You buy one, then I will wear it so it smells like me. How does it sound?” “Pinky promise?”she lifted her hand with her pinky extended. “What are you? Five?” She looked at him with puppy eyes and he rolled his in acceptance. “Fine.” He yielded. “Pinky promise.” He was doomed. He was so madly in love with her that he would even swear a pinky promise just to see her give him the smile that would melt his heart. “Ro?” He looked down to her while never breaking their embrace. “You know I have dinner with Elias tonight.” Rowan’s body went rigid. She had mentioned that. She had explained to him why she had to do it and although he had supported her, he had openly admitted to her that he was jealous. He wanted her to dump the guy and screw his feeling, but that was not what Aelin wanted. And doing that would make her miserable and that’s the last thing he wanted. “I remember.” That’s all he could muster. “And you are mad at me.” “I am not. I told you.” She pulled away from him and he missed the contact with her body. “I need to do this, okay? You know I have to do this if we want to… well… whatever is the next step in our relationship.” She sounded almost hurt and it broke his heart. “Aelin, I know. And I am not mad.” He pulled her to him again “I am just being selfish and a lot jealous.” “I don’t love him, Ro.” I love you, you idiot. “But I owe him. He has always been nice to me and he deserves the truth.” “I know.” He kissed her temple “I know.” They pulled apart as soon as they heard a customer enter the shop. The rest of the afternoon continued with them adding suggestions around the shop and Rowan beginning to post confidently on the shop’s Facebook page about all the books of the months they had chosen. Aelin had told him they already had five followers, but he had no idea what she was talking about, he just trusted her. “Go home.” He had told her later on that evening “You need to get ready.” “I can stay.” But he shook his head. “We are closing in an hour anyway. I will be okay.” She kissed his cheek “I will see you tomorrow.” He bushed her hand in response “I trust you.” She nodded, collected all of her stuff and left.

Aelin got home from the shop a bit early so she could have the time to take a shower and get properly dressed. She pulled off Rowan’s hoodie and stopped thinking about his expression when she reminded him that she was going out with Elias. He was aware that she wanted to let the man down gently and Rowan in the end understood. I trust you he had told her before letting her go. Aelin had been grateful for that week that Elias had been away because she had the chance to analyse her feeling, her growing feelings for Rowan. They had the best time together and she longed for the moment she would stop feeling like she was cheating on Elias every time she touched Rowan. She needed closure, but she also had to do it in a way not to break the man’s heart. At 7pm Elias rang the bell to her house and when she opened the door he was standing in front of her. He had a pair of jeans on, a shirt and a blue jumper on top of it, looking neat and very charming. But the pang of attraction she had felt at the beginning was not there anymore. She, had opted for a smart casual attire as well, not wanting to dress up too much and give the wrong idea. “Hi you.” His expression lit up with one of his bright and dazzling smile while his arm went around her waist pulling her close for a quick kiss that she allowed. “I hope you like seafood.” Aelin nodded scared about what emotions her voice would betray. “Then let’s go.” Once outside she noticed his car was not around. “We are walking,” he said when he noticed her looking for the vehicle. His hand was extended in front of him and she took it very reluctantly. “How…” she stumbled on her words “How was Glasgow.” “I love the city, but work was so boring but I had to do it. I spent the week in never-ending meetings. And missed you of course.” He squeezed the hand. “How was yours?” Shit. “Fine, I have been working at the bookshop and on Saturday and Sunday I was out exploring.” “Have you been somewhere nice?” Lie. Lie, her brain kept telling her. “On Sunday I went across the water to Ullapool and drove around a bit. I was reading my guide on Saturday evening and when it seemed doable I just went for it.” And she hoped he believed her. “I wish I could have come with you, I know the area very well.” So does Rowan. Ten minutes later they reached the restaurant: the Harbour kitchen, apparently a great place for seafood freshly caught. Or at least that was what the locals said. Elias had reserved a table and when it was time to sit down he was a proper gentleman and pulled the chair out for her “M’lady…” He sat down as well and the waiter brought the menu while Elias ordered a bottle of wine. “You drink, don’t you?” Aelin nodded. She looked at the menu and the food sounded amazing. ‘This is one of my favourite places, the food here is great.” She could see the joy in him. She kept her gaze on the menu, using the excuse she could not make up her mind. They were silent for a moment and she welcome the respite. How was she supposed to break up with him? Did she just tell him whatever there was between it was over? That she loved Rowan? She almost growled. She hadn’t been able to speak to Lysandra and now she had no idea on how to do it properly. “Aelin?” She looked up and noticed that the waiter was there at her side. Apologising, she placed her order and Elias extended his arm and placed his hand on hers on the table and she almost flinched. “How is the bookshop?” He asked and she noticed that it costed him to show interest in something he had clearly admitted to be against. “Busy. I have set up Rowan with a Facebook page and Instagram fro the shop and we are working on online ordering. Plus, tourist season has started, so nice and busy.” Her tone was flat and he noticed it. “You seem pretty invested in that shop.”and there it was, his hate for the choice she had made of working there instead of going back to her old job. A waste he had called it. “Just helping a friend.” And she looked outside the window ignoring his gaze. Ignoring the pain his words were causing. “Sounds like is not a good business manager if he needs a doctor to help him.” Aelin grabbed her glass and took a sip of the wine to try and hide her gritted teeth. What happened to the nice guy she met on the beach? Jealousy, her brain told her. “He just doesn’t use Facebook. Some people don’t feel the need to be on social media and there is nothing wrong with it.” She might have uttered those words with a bit more venom than intended. At her sharp tone his hand clench a little in annoyance and he was about to add another snarky remark when their food arrived and she thanked that now she had an excuse to stay in silence at least for a while. This was not going well, but he was clearly insulting Rowan and his job and she could not allow that. “Are you enjoying the food?” He added after five minutes of neither of them uttering a word. His tone had lost the loving edge it had when they first arrived. “Yeah, it’s nice.” Her response was almost devoid of all emotions. ‘What?” He asked when he noticed her reaction “Are you mad at me because I insulted you book buddy?” Aelin grabbed the glass and almost threw it in his face and stormed out of the restaurant but she could not cause a scene. So she breathed in and counted till 10 “Just tired.” “I have been looking forward to see you for days. I was not expecting this.” He whispered through gritted teeth. “I am sorry I forgot my red carpet and the roses, your highness, I am ready for my ten lashes.” And the fire-bitch queen, as Chaol used to call her, was back in full swing. Good job, Aelin. She hated the words as soon as they left her mouth. But the damage was done and once again she was going to pay for her inability to filter her thoughts before talking. She had not meant to fight with him, but apparently fate had other plans in mind for her. She was so tired of fighting. “You are not yourself tonight. Is it because of him?” Elias was jealous, that was blatantly clear. She might have been impulsive, but he had been downright arrogant. “I told you I am tired.” And she slammed her fork on the plate a bit too hard. “Well, take a day off. I am sure book boy can work on his own for a day.” Aelin stood and grabbed her bag.”You know what?” She whispered trying not to cause a scene. “If you can’t talk about Rowan without insulting him, we are done here.” She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist but she pulled free and left the restaurant.

Elias went to pay quickly and ran after her “Aelin.” He shouted a few times but she ignored him. Eventually he caught up and gently grabbed her writs “Aelin…” his tone suddenly much more gentle than what had been in the restaurant. He had behaved horribly. All he wanted was a nice night with her. However, he could not forget that he had spent a whole week agonising over the fact that she was alone in the shop with Rowan and it drove him mad because, yes, he was so damn jealous. “I am so sorry.” When she turned Elias noticed she was in tears and his heart sank “Elias this is not working.” She blurted out while sobbing “Whatever this is… I can’t” “I love working at the bookshop and until I feel ready to be a doctor again that is what I will do. And I am tired of listening to you insulting the shop and Rowan.” He was not ready for the look full of hurt in her eyes. He wanted to see her smile and nothing more. “This is not working, Elias. We are not working and I am sick and tired of being in pain.” He stared at her and for a while he was immobile as if stunned by her words. “You love him, don’t you?” Elias’ voice was almost a whisper but she heard him nonetheless. In frustration his hands ran through his hair and he groaned “I have been such a stupid fool not to notice.” In the meantime, Aelin had taken a seat on one of the benches at the marina while Elias was not towering in front of her and she kept avoiding his gaze like the coward she felt. “That’s why you almost ignored me while I was away. And why your texts were cold all of a sudden.” Aelin didn’t answer and kept staring at the small fishing boats moored at the pier, while tears kept flowing down her cheeks “I had to sort out my feelings.” “Clearly not your feelings for me.” She clenched her fingers “Life happens,” her tone almost a growl. “No, annoying bookseller happened. You were fine until you started working there.” His anger back in his words. She finally found the strength to stand and face him “This is between me and you. Damn it, Elias we were not together, we were still trying to figure out things. It’s my feelings okay? I am the one who fell in love with him, so leave Rowan out of this.” She shouted, now clenching both hands in fists “I am the one who is so messed up and could not make up her bloody mind. Blame me for this.” Suddenly her back was at him again “This is not how it was meant to go down.” She leaned against the wall of the pier. She turned and he was in front of her. In a swift movement he kissed her “tell me you don’t feel anything. Have the guts to tell me that the time we spent together meant nothing. Be truthful, damn it. I deserve it.” Her hand went in front of her mouth to stifle the sob rippling through her “I loved the time I spent with you.” She finally looked at him and the pain she saw in his eyes almost broke her “But my feelings for Rowan developed before the ones I had for you had time to form.” It was a pathetic excuse but it was all she could give him just now. She started shaking and he offered her his jacket. “You are cold,” his voice soft again. “Don’t be nice to me. I don’t deserve it.” She refused the jacket. “Aelin… I am sorry for what I said.” He moved a step closer, he could not see her in that much pain. She did not answer for a moment “I didn’t want to hurt you.” She sobbed tears flowing again “I am so bad at this, but I didn’t want to hurt you.” “I know.” He pushed behind her ear a rebellious lock of hair “Let me walk you home, you are freezing.” Aelin nodded and they walked back to her place in silence. Once in front of her house they stopped. Aelin took out of her purse “Let me pay for half of the dinner.” His hand stopped her “Don’t even think about it.” “But… I have been horrible to you.” “I don’t care, I am not letting you pay.” And caressed her cheek “Can we talk tomorrow? In a more civilised way? I accept your feelings. I really do, but if we have to part I want to do it in a better fashion. Tonight’s fight was nasty and I’d hate to remember our time together having such a brutal ending.” Aelin managed a faint smile “Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good.” And Aelin’s heart felt all of a sudden lighter. “Good.” He kissed her cheek “I’ll text you tomorrow with an ETA of when I am meant to finish work. Is it okay with you?” “Yes, Elias.” He winked at her and left. Aelin stood outside the house and stared at the sea for a while, but when the wind picked up again she ran back in the house. She changed in her jammies and plopped on the sofa with a cup of chamomile tea. She felt horrible after the horrible dinner they had. But she was looking forward discussing things with him in a more civilised way. She hated the fight and all she had said. She did care about him, just not in the way he hoped. She sighed and grabbed the book on the coffee table. Her mobile lay beside it and when she retrieved it she found a text from Rowan How was the evening? Are you okay? Disaster was all she texted back. A couple of minutes later his reply came Would you like to talk about it? And laughed. Rowan was still coming to grasp the whole texting thing and she loved the fact that he always used proper grammar, punctuation and never contracted any words. Not yet she replied. Please, take the morning off tomorrow. I will handle the hordes of tourists on my own. I will see you in the afternoon. She laughed. K. <3 XOXO was her reply and she waited to see his. Is that a sort of secret code? Good night, grandpa. A smile appeared on her face. She adored their banter and mocking him for his limited knowledge of certain aspect of technology was fun, although she found it quite attractive and fascinating.

In the end she decided to go to bed instead. And before switching off the light she flipped through the pictures she had taken of their adventure and chose one of the two of them together as a home screen. “Night, Buzzard.”

#rowan x aelin #rowaelin #rowanwhitethorn #aelin galythinius #fanfic #throne of glass series #angst #fluff

[ancdtlst]

Not Your Average [Leedo x OC]

Leedo x OC Drama

Description: When Geonhak met a badass girl from unexpected event during lectures.

[Warning: This chapter contains strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers.]

As soon as Geonhak stepped inside the lecture hall, he immediately regret his decision a year ago. He thought he should have become an idol instead of a student right now but then again, it happens. He should endures it for a few more years before he graduate. He went to the back of the hall since the hall was like an auditorium, he decided that sitting at the middle would be just fine. He figured, the professor will definitely tell those students who were sitting at the back to move to the front.

Sitting in front of the professor is not in his wish-list, so no thank you.

Geonhak is in the music department and the class that he was taking was a minor subject, though he liked it but he still have the regrets. Staring at the white screen of the lecture hall, he watched as students finally filled the lecturer hall and it seems like today was one of his bad luck because a loud boy who happen to sit besides him and he does not like it at all. Geonhak was close to curse to the boy next to him but he told himself to hold it back. He knew him since he was in the same department but he was in a different major.

Hanse.

The class has started but he could not focus at all, thanks to Hanse, next to him. He sighs heavily for the umpteenth time and prayed that he would survive through the whole class without exploding. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Hanse was pulling a few strand of hair from the girl who was actually sitting in front of him, trying to pulling a prank. He thought it would be a nice joke.

"The fuck...?", Geonhak whispered, totally shocked. Then the girl in front of him snapped.

"What the actual fuck?!", the whole class was staring at him. He looked around, feeling wronged, mad and confuse. "Why are you pulling my hair though?", she asked. Mad was understatement, she was actually furious. Before Geonhak could even defend himself, someone else did.

"Hey, Jessica. It's not him.", the girl on her left said as she stood up and look at him. The Jessica girl eyes widen and gave the other girl a questionable look.

"Then who, Bo Ah?", she asked.

Before Bo Ah could answered, the professor cleared his throat. "Excuse me, class? What is going on up there?", he asked, looking stern. Bo Ah spun around and bowed to the professor. "We are terribly sorry but can we ask for a ten minutes break, professor?", she politely asked and the professor agreed since this class was a straight four damn hours.

"Asshole.", and he heard a very loud thud on the floor. Things were happen too fast. Literally, way too fast. She jumped on the row of our seat as she picked up the thing that she threw at Hanse. It was a bloody helmet! Thank goodness, it did not hit him. "Hey, the hell on earth you think you are?", Hanse fought back, feeling his pride being ripped off.

"Me?", she scoffed. "Someone who would break your fingers, your arms, your legs and your dick too. How about that?", she smirked. Geonhak was close to laugh but he hold it. He brought his fist to cover his lips and acted like he was coughing. This is too good to be true. It was like a drama. By the look of it, Bo Ah seems to know what she was doing so he would definitely stay back and watch. If things were out of hand, he will step in.

"Alright, since we are already in the matter, you should apologise to him.", she pointed at Geonhak. Geonhak was taken back but he didn't say anything, just brushed it off. "And her.", she pointed at Jessica. Hanse looked at both Geonhak and Jessica, he laughed as if everything is ridiculous. Now the entire class were watching them.

Geonhak really want to get out from this mess but he could not. He was actually in the centre of the attention.

'Damn you, Hanse. Someone please get me out from here.'

"The fuck you think I would apologise?", Hanse questioned her, a little bit too arrogant to anyone ears.

"Oh, you would.", Bo Ah said before slammed her helmet right on Hanse's head which was shocking. Everyone in the class gasped and Hanse was about to launch at her but she caught his fist. "Hey asshole, doesn't your parents teach you manners?", she asked. "I said, apologise!  Son of a bitch."

Suddenly, the girl beside Hanse stood up and tried to push Bo Ah away from Hanse. Geonhak assumed, she was his girlfriend since she was only laughing when Hanse was pulling some strands of Jessica's hair. "Bitch, let him go.", she pushed Bo Ah.

"No, you fuck off.", suddenly, another girl stood up and gripped the girl's forearm. Now that he looked at the three of them, they look like The Power Puff Girls but in a grunge version. "Hey let go of her or I'll break you arm.", she said as she tighten her grip and girl yelped in pain.

'Wow, I guess I'll just watch the show. This seems interesting.', Geonhak thought.

"Don't bring out our parents to this. Didn't your parents teach you bitches that?", Hanse's girl tried to reason them out.

"Hell yeah, they taught me to beat the shit hell out of people like you, motherfuckers.", Bo Ah cussed again. "This will be the last time I'll ask you to apology or I- no scratch that. We'll break your pretty fingers right there. I heard you play guitar right, Hanse?", she add. "That bitch plays piano.", Bo Ah laughed.

"Now choose, you got to play your instruments without some crook fingers or you preferred to get your fingers crook?".

Hanse was hesitate but his girl was quickly to apologise before picked up her stuff and ready to leave the class. "Not so fast, hun. You gotta do it sincerely.", Bo Ah stops her and she apologise both Jessica and Geonhak, sincerely. While Hanse...

"One. Two. Th-".

"Alright! Fuck!", Hanse exclaimed. "Sorry Geonhak.", he looked at Geonhak. "And sorry to you too.", he bowed to Jessica. He too picked up his stuffs and ready to leave.

"Hey.", Jessica called Hanse.  "Before that.", she paused and she pulled a fistful of Hanse's hair as hard as she can which made Hanse screams in pain. "Take that motherfucker.", Jessica laughed.

"Leah, how long does it took?", Bo Ah asked.

"Almost eight minutes if I didn't step in. You're welcome.", she sarcastically replied before sat back on her seat. Bo Ah looked over Geonhak and mouthed him a 'sorry'. He was confused and he wanted to ask why but the class has finally started so he waited until the class ended.

"Bo Ah.", Geonhak called her. She turned around to see Geonhak was running towards her. "About earlier...", he paused. "Why did you say sorry?", he asked.

"Oh.", she looked around. "I'd figure that you might be uncomfortable with the fight and all the foul languages. Though you may look like a typical bad boy but it could be uncomfortable with girls cussing like that.", she let out an awkward laugh.

"No. I'm actually fine. It's fine with me. I think it was badass.", Geonhak laughed. Bo Ah was about to bid her goodbye but Geonhak stopped her.

"Oh and another thing.", he paused. "Do you free this weekend?"

#oneus imagines #leedo imagines #oneus scenarios #leedo scenarios #oneus fanfic #leedo fanfic #kim gunhak #kim geonhak #leedo #oneus leedo

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: I will say that this chapter was a hard one to write...not because of story reasons, I'm just don't feel 100% happy with it. I've edited it time and time again; to the point it's driving me mad. So I've decided to post it as it is because I really don't want to keep obsessing over it and want to continue onward as I believe this plot is good and really don't want to put myself off writing it. I'm actually enjoying it so I'm trying not to push myself or be too critical and take the fun out of it.So I do apologise if it's a disappointing chapter and really hope you do enjoy it.

Chapter Five

The whole town was staring at her, she could feel it when she passed. She’d only stepped out for a quick trip to the general store to grab some last minute ingredients for her and Ellie’s supper. And yet she still felt every set of eyes burning into her back as she made her way home.

They’d been gossiping again, it was painfully obvious. Since Joel’s attack and their unplanned...separation, it seemed like everybody had an opinion on the situation.

Some not agreeing with her choice to give Joel his space; claiming she was ‘abandoning’ him, that she was selfish and cruel. Others had fabricated the idea that she herself had actually planned the attack as revenge for an apparent infidelity Joel had.

It was all ridiculous and Ada didn’t know how much longer she could put up with it. She’s been more than grateful to Ellie for covering her shift in the stables for the past couple of days. It had given her some time to escape it all and pretend it wasn’t happening, just for a little while. Ada was downright exhausted from trying to hold it together. She missed Joel like crazy, wasn’t sleeping after being used to sleeping beside him for years and even when she did manage to fall asleep, it was only racked with nightmares.

She continued down the street; backpack in hand with her groceries inside weighing it down as she struggled slightly, but carried on in her rush to get back. Her boots crunching against the slush of melting snowing under foot, it was quickly beginning to thaw; a clear sign that Spring was well on its way. It was hard to believe it had been almost a whole month since Joel’s attack and though Ada hadn’t spoken to him since he’d woken in the infirmary; she still hoped he was doing okay.

She’d kept up to date on his progress through regular updates from Tommy and it had broken her heart when he’d told of the first day he’d returned to find his older brother, a sobbing mess on the floor of his trashed room as he desperately tried to understand what had happened to him.

It had made her question her decision to leave Joel with time to heal. That perhaps it wasn’t what was best for him. But Tommy had told her he was still struggling to piece his timeline together after losing Sarah. He had taken the time to help with the early years of the Outbreak; all the way through to their time in Boston. But then Joel had gotten overwhelmed and hadn’t brought it up since. That had been enough for them to agree Joel wasn’t ready to process his time as a Smuggler and everything else that had come after it.

At times it almost seemed as if he was repressing most of it and if Adaline was honest, she couldn’t blame him. It was a hard life and most wished they could forget the horrid things they’d done to survive. She just deeply hoped that part of him wasn’t holding back his memories of her and Ellie.

It seemed that her deep thoughts had run away from her as she suddenly bumped into a large chest almost slipping on some snow. The tug of large gloved hands stopped her as they held gently onto the small of her back and she managed to steady herself. Ada quickly collected herself as she looked up at the face of her saviour and her heart almost stopped.

“Whoa easy there...you okay miss?” Joel smiled kindly, taking a step back as his arms fell back to his sides. Ada gulped down a gasp, choking slightly at her words before speaking.

“Ye- Yes...Thank you.” She forced, her heart drumming in her chest. Both staring at one another in an awkward silence. She looked at him and almost cried. He stood balanced with a cane in his hand, his kind eyes sore and bloodshot from exhaustion as he looked back at her. His clothes were noticeably loose on his frame, she wondered when he’d last ate. Joel was a terrible cook, it had always been her job to keep him well fed. It had been a long running joke between them but now it just made her hurt. She swallowed hard pulling at the bag in her hand, her feet shuffling as she quickly thought of something to say.

“I’m sorry for walking into you, my mind was somewhere else completely.” She explained pitifully, Joel just smiled again while waving his hand dismissively.

“Nah don’t worry about it, I was just trying to find my way home.”

“Are you lost?” She asked almost too fast, her brows creasing in concern. Her husband cringed at the blatant embarrassment he felt at forgetting his way back after leaving the stables but it’d been a long day and after failing to find his younger brother, Joel was quite content with simply heading home and waiting for Tommy to find him, rather than wander around Jackson all day. Though it had seemed on his way back, he had gotten confused with the winding streets and ended up right back where he started. He blushed at Ada’s concern, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck in that bashful way he always did when he felt flustered. Even now Ada still found it adorable.

“Yeah...You...uh... wouldn’t happen to know where I live would ya?” He asked sheepishly. “Yeah I can walk you back if you want, it’s not that far from my place.”

He nodded, falling into a gentle pace beside her as they walked together. Ada keeping her speed slow enough for him to keep up with his cane aiding his injured leg.

“Hey I wanted to thank you…” Joel started as they continued walking, Ada glancing his way while he continued. “You were a volunteer at the infirmary right? Adaline...You helped take care of me while I was in a bad way. Don’t think I ever managed to thank you for that.”

Ada smiled timidly.

“Yeah that’s me, it's just Ada. You’re welcome. I’m...I’m glad you’re okay.”

They continued walking as the silence fell between them but it wasn’t comfortable like it normally was. It felt strained and rather awkward. Joel would wince at the ache in his bad leg the further down the street they went and Ada could tell he was frustrated with the cane he’d been given to accommodate his injury. He’d always been a bad patient, stubborn and restless; even with something as simple as a cold she had struggled to keep him in bed to rest. Ada would steal the occasional glance at him when he wasn’t looking, it felt strange to miss him now even though he was right beside her. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, even settle for falling asleep together on the couch as a crappy movie played on in the background.

Joel paused as they approached his house...their house. His eyes almost searching hers for something she couldn’t quite place. He smiled sincerely, leaning on his cane the longer he stared at her. They stopped and stood at the bottom of the small set of stairs that led to the patio.

“Think this is me...Thanks for this.” He grinned. “I still can’t remember what the hell happened, been going over it in my head damn near a thousand times and I still got nothing. But I’m grateful your girl and her friends found me when they did.” This caught Ada’s attention, brown eyes snapping back up at Joel.

“You talked to Ellie?”

“Yeah at the stables earlier this morning. Her and her girlfriend...Dina? Yeah that sounds right. She’s a good kid.”

“She is.” Ada agreed. The sadness weighing heavily in her heart at the lost and pain Ellie had struggled with since Joel’s attack. Her mind instantly filled with worry, hoping she was okay. She listened politely to her husband the more he talked about Ellie and the hard work she was doing with Dina and how proud she should be that her daughter was handling things so well at such a young age. Our daughter, she’d thought with a broken heart. Tommy had explained patrols to him a short while ago and he was amazed at how many teenagers had offered to take the watches and joined the ranks to protect the town. It was impressive to Joel to see so many young people step up to take care of their families. Even if he did think some were a little too young to be taking such dangerous routes. Ada smiled at the same old Joel shining through, it made her realise just how much she truly did miss him. She was about to bid him a bittersweet goodbye, preparing to force her away when all she really wanted to do was pull him close, even just for a moment, when he cleared his throat. A serious look darkening his features.

“Listen, I meant to ask before but I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate or not but I uh...heard you in the infirmary not long after I woke up. You were upset, asking about your husband I think, I guess I just wanted to ask if everything was okay.” His words were quiet but she heard them, her breath catching in her throat, heart racing as she panicked, rushing to string her words together to answer.

“Uh...he’s...gone. He went out on patrol a couple weeks ago. He still hasn’t come back yet.” It wasn’t a complete lie. After all, the man that had returned from patrol that day hadn’t been her husband. He was a stranger to her now. A ghost that just looked like her Joel. It struck her as she wondered if that side of him really would stay gone. That there really was the possibility that he really never was going to come back. It turned her cold the more she thought about it.

Joel’s face fell as he dropped his gaze to the floor, a sad sigh brushing passed his lips.

“Damn...I’m really sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine how hard that must be for you. How hard that must be for Ellie to lose her dad like that…”

“You have no idea.” She breathed. Those were the words that came from Ada’s lips but more than anything she wanted to tell Joel how much Ellie missed him. How much they both did. But Ada knew she couldn’t be selfish, telling Joel now would only further overwhelm him, confuse him. And that wasn’t fair on anyone. None of this was. It wasn’t Joel’s fault, he was just trying to be friendly to someone he thought was a simple acquaintance. But Ada didn’t think she could stand there much longer and continue to pretend this wasn’t tearing her apart inside.

She turned pulling at the bag of groceries and forced a small smile Joel’s way as politely as she could.

“I should really be heading back, you think you’ll be okay now?”

“Oh yeah, thanks again. It sounds ridiculous to need help getting to a house you’ve lived in for years but I’m pretty sure I’ve got it now. I’m sorry for prying too, it’s obviously upset you. That wasn’t my intention.” Ada could almost laugh at the fact that even now after everything; Joel could still see right through her mask and sense how she was feeling. It was one of the reasons she fell in love with him. “I’m sorry about your husband Ada... I really hope he finds his way back to you and your girl.”

“Yeah me too.” She didn’t look back as she walked away. She couldn’t. It hurt too damn much.

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By the time she got home, Ada couldn’t even feel the chill in the air anymore. She was too damn numb to know it was even there.

Her hand was shaking when she reached to unlock the door but found it was already open.

“Ellie?” She called out stepping inside the door. “Ellie you home?” She tried again, making her way through the small house and wandering into the kitchen to put away her groceries. Still nothing.

She noticed her daughter’s jacket and boots thrown in a heap by the back door and rolled her eyes with a huff. I’ve told that girl a hundred times to put her stuff away! She thought in irritation as she moved to tidy them up.

“Ellie!”

There was still no answer and Ada came to the conclusion that the teen must be in her room, headphones in, music cranked up again. Slipping off her own boots, she made her way upstairs. She could hear Ellie stomping about her room, moving to knock at the door before entering. When she stepped inside she hesitated when she saw her daughter rushing around the space, darting back and forth with clothes and packed food. Her gun was cleaned slid into the back of her jeans along with her faithful pocket knife in the back pocket of her jeans. Ada's eyes widened at the maps and, marked photos and tourist leaflets littered across Ellie’s bed.

“Ellie what do you think you’re doing?” She choked out, her voice strained against her suddenly dry throat.

The girl didn’t look up at her mother as she hastily continued to pack.

“What does it look like?” She uttered. “I’m going after them.”

“The hell you are! Put this stuff away now.” Ada ordered, this made Ellie stop. As she looked back at her mom with pure venom in her eyes. Her lips curled in anger. Although it had been nearly a month since Joel's attack, Ellie and Ada still haven't addressed the elephant in the room. The same damn thing that had been hanging over all of them since Saint Mary’s Hospital. The Fireflies.

“So they just get to get away with this?!” She spat at the older woman. The anger boiling in her veins as she stomped back over to the mess of maps on her bed. “Mom I can find those fuckers, Tommy said he’d gotten word they were headed towards Seattle. Dina agreed to help me with this, we can find them and I can-”

“Ellie they don’t matter anymore. It’s over. Joel is what’s important and he needs us here.”

The teen scoffed bitterly at her mother’s words, biting hard on her lip almost drawing blood. Her hands clenched tightly until her knuckles burned.

“They don’t matter?! They almost killed him, tortured him and you’re just gonna let them walk away?!”

“They believe he is dead and we need to keep it that way, you go running after them, whaddya you think they’ll do huh?! Joel needs us here, when he remembers-”

“STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT!” Ellie screamed. “He’s gone mom, don’t you get that?! He doesn't remember us! We mean nothing to him! Stop pretending everything is going to be okay because it fucking isn't! Joel’s gone!" Her mother froze at her words and Ellie gasped as her hand flew to cover her mouth at what she’d just said.

Her brain slowly catching up with her as the tension melted away, the air almost sobering the two as they stared blankly at one another. Brown eyes welled with tears, slowly rolling down Ada’s cheeks. The woman falling to her knees as a wet sob broke from her lips, Ellie rushed to her mother dropping beside her with arms attempting to pull her close.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry mom.” She whispered into her mother’s hair, holding her close against her shoulder. “I shouldn’t...I never should’ve…” She felt at a loss for words. For what could she possibly say to make up for it. It was cruel and she wished more than anything that she could take it all back.

Ellie was tired of hurting people, tired of losing and watching those she loved leave. What good was being the fucking cure to mankind if all it did was bring misery and death everywhere she went?! It wasn’t fair! She hadn’t asked for this, hadn’t wanted to be immune or some special chosen one. Since the day she’d been bitten nothing had been the same and nothing had been easy.

But when she’d finally had the chance to have something good...a real fucking family. It had been cruelly snatched her just like everything else!

Ellie knew how much her mom missed Joel, how heartbroken she was. She held her as she cried for a man they both knew had a strong chance of never coming back. What if he never remembered? She had spoken to him and it had been like talking to a stranger. A man so far gone that he couldn’t even remember her name.

In that moment Ellie broke, collapsing against her mother as she felt hands rub at her back in that soothing way she’d always done since she was a baby. They sat and they cried together. Mother and daughter mourning for a lost husband...and a lost father.

#joel miller #joel miller x oc #joel and ellie #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #the last of us part ii #fanfiction #Starlesskies writes

[prose-for-hire]

I just want to feel

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Hey! I would like to request a Spike/reader story in which the reader, Spike’s crush, is cutting as a coping mechanism and Spike catches her while she’s self harming. He’s shocked, but then tries to talk to her about it and comfort her, even though she’s downplaying it. And eventually he even confesses his feelings for her.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Reader self-harms. Destructive Behaviour. Blood mention. Swearing.

A/N: Honestly, I found it hard to write. I won’t take any self-harm requests after this one. I took this one, after some thought, cos I know some take comfort in reading them.

I have not tried/intended to romanticise the situation in my writing. It is not aspirational. If you recognise this in yourself, please talk to someone and get help if you can.

He could smell it before he saw you. Rust and salt. The smell usually making his stomach grumble, mouth salivate in anticipation. But today it meant only dread. It meant horror and pain and it meant you were hurt. He ran, past your kitchen and upstairs to the bathroom.

The door was locked and he kicked it open. The panic on his face heightening only when he saw the scene before him. Your figure appearing as a shadow of the person he knew as you turned to face him, sat on the lid of the toilet seat. Beads of blood weeping from an open wound. It was your thighs again, somewhere you kept hidden. It brought you shame but it gave you a release. A release you sorely needed after today. Your eyes were puffy, you had been crying on and off since you came home.

His heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces, smaller than the razor blade you had tried to conceal when he busted the door in. Spike liked you, it started small but quickly gained traction as he got to know you. At least, got to know the you that you presented in front of your friends. Not to say you were lying, but when you lived in Sunnydale you felt that your own thoughts and destructive behaviour wasn’t half as important as the blood-sucking fiends or demons that wanted to kill everyone. So you had neglected to mention your coping mechanism to anyone.

Spike had been outside your house, willing himself to knock on the door after he finished this last cigarette. To check on you, not realising how badly you needed it. You had invited him in before (a day he cherished in his memory).

His first response was anger. How could you do this? He shouted in confusion, took the blades from you. Ran a hand through his hair. Jaw tensing, eyes wild. He took you by the shoulders, as if he wanted to shake you out of it.

Then came upset. His eyes shone and he caressed your face. He apologised for shouting as you collapsed into his arms, he stroked your head, whispering how he would take care of you. How you needed to be with him, not alone like this.

Then were the questions as he cleaned your cuts. Fought with your bathroom cabinet and cupboards to find plasters. You bought heavy-duty ones as a precaution so he found them and started to take care of you. The shame further bubbling to the surface as you decided to be honest about it. For possibly the first time. Your hidden coping mechanism laid bare before him as your open wounds were.

Being caught was more embarrassing than hiding it, you found. Evading people and coming up with obscure excuses as to why you had a cut here or a wince there when the wounds rubbed against your clothing. Your words came out thick, shame making your voice catch and it made your blood run cold the way he nodded at your words. So much care in his touch. Care you didn’t feel you deserved.

“Why?” He asked, eyes searching your face as if you had some exact pinpointed answer. Some easy line that would make it all make sense.

“It’s really nothing, Spike” You mutter, trying to make yourself very small, as if you could disappear from his probing eyes. His gentle hands. His care. His care made you cringe, because you were making him feel bad. You made him worry. You could tell he was worrying, because his brow had never been so furrowed.

“This is not nothing, pet. I’ve seen some things, but this-” He was concerned. Anxious to take this urge from you, to absorb it as his own trait instead.

“It’s just to cope, Spike. Like you drink-” You tried to deflect back onto him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He shook his head, stopping your explanation.

He crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. Hands that had inflicted so much violence on yourself. So much pain that he couldn’t even fathom how you were calm now. Explaining yourself further. Talking about it as if it was as normal as brushing your teeth.

“Let me help you? Please, love... you’re breaking my heart” He admitted, trying to get you to look him in the eye. You couldn’t, your eyes anywhere but his pained gaze.

“I’m… sorry” The words came out blunt, more blunt than you had intended. The sincerity of your intentions now lost in the air between you. He didn’t mind, he just wanted you to be okay.

“If you need anything or if I can do anything for you… I hate to see you in pain”

“You don’t have to pretend. You don’t have to take pity on me just because you’ve seen w-what I do” You said, an edge to your voice as if you had turned the blade towards his own flesh, not entirely sure if you believed that was his intention. You were mad at yourself. At him for being so concerned. But you couldn’t hate him. You could never do that. Your feelings were mixed, the shame and strange release from what you had done mixing as your words hit a nerve.

“It’s not fucking pity! I love you, y/n!” he raised his voice, standing up above you, voice cracking, arms flailing until he realised what he had said. What he had shouted in your face. His voice went quiet, “I can’t see you like this…” his voice dropped, softer. You didn’t know what to make of it. What to say to it. You had feelings for him, but you didn’t want to inflict yourself on him. Not the way you were now. Maybe one day. If you ever changed.

But Spike didn’t see you like that, your friends didn’t see you like that. You weren’t the burden you thought you were. You weren’t even hiding your destructive behaviour as well as you thought you were. Everyone was trying their best to look out for you where they could, Spike had been the only oblivious one. He knew there was something, some secret you were hiding. Avoiding the others when they asked, but he never would have guessed something like this. It didn’t stop his love for you, though. Nothing could ever do that.

He had been watching you, idealising you. Not seeing the reality. And now he was kicking himself. He wished he had noticed it sooner but he had been intensely imagining holding you, kissing you. Even telling you he loved you in some romantic way. Buying you gifts, showing you his love.

But he hadn’t managed to see this. He loved you more for it, for letting him know. For explaining yourself. He couldn’t be put off you, it made him want to become closer with you. He wanted to be the balm that soothed your cuts. The plaster that could protect you. Most importantly, the diary you could confide in.

Now you knew how he felt, there was a strangled, guilty note of hope buzzing into your ears. Pumping around your body at his raw admittance. You couldn’t help the worry tugging at your brain that told you he was only telling you this because of what he had seen. But you had to hope, had to believe he meant it.

“I-I love you too” You found yourself saying as you watched his own inner-turmoil cease before you. He had been waiting for your reaction, scared you would shout or berate him for his feelings or the way he had told you. Neither of you were perfect, you were destructive in your own ways but you couldn’t deny the care for each other.

You couldn’t promise him things would change. That you would be be able to stop overnight. But you could promise to talk to him. Help him understand and hope to understand him in return.

#spike x reader #spike imagine #spike x you #spike btvs #tw self harm #tw cutting #tw destructive behaviour #tw self loathing #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs #scooby reader #scooby gang #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #tw blood

[offspring-of-calliope]

Oneshot #3: Jojo’s prayers

Description: Jojo's been acting strange lately and Elmer wants to find out what's wrong. (Pairing: Jelmer; canon era)

words: 1727

warnings: internalized homophobia, paired with homophobia triggered by religion - I am not religious myself, so I hope I got nothing too wrong and I offended no one (if I did, I'm sorry and feel free to tell me)

A/N: I don't really know what to say to this but I got this idea and I couldn't help but write it down because I haven't really seen any fics about the Jojo/Elmer pairing. If you have wishes or complaints or opinions on this, feel free to comment (a comment would actually be really nice because I'm still in the process of figuring out how to write in English).

I hope you enjoy,

Sincerely, me,

Lélodie

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Usually, Elmer slept at home with his brothers but since two of them had caught a cold, he was staying at the lodging house to prevent getting sick as well. Right now, he was sharing a bed with Albert. The redhead normally shared his bed with Race but Race had been planning to stay over at Brooklyn for a few days anyway.

The only problem was that Albert really liked to touch while sleeping. Not that Elmer hated touches but he found it hard to fall asleep when Al's arm was nearly suffocating his chest. He contemplated waking the redhead up, however, he didn't want to disturb him while he was peacefully sleeping.

Elmer sighed and tried to turn around a bit so that he could breathe better. In the dark, he could recognize the outlines of Jojo's bed that was right beside the one he shared with Al. Jojo was an unusual guest as well. He was staying with the nun's that raised him most of the time but lately he simply didn't seem to want to return to them. He had become strangely quiet in general, Elmer had noticed.

Now, however, Elmer could hear him talk. He nearly missed it, because it was more of a murmur but after he concentrated really hard, he noticed that Jojo was talking to himself in Spanish. Was he sleep talking? In this moment, Elmer wished to be able to understand Spanish. But with his brain half asleep he even had hard times understanding English.

Curiosity was growing inside him. What would Jojo say if he wasn't able to control his brain-to-mouth filter? Elmer nearly groaned. He should stop thinking about Jojo as much as he did the last few months he had realized that maybe – just maybe – he felt more for the boy than he had originally intended to. But it wasn't his fault that Jojo's smile was addictive and his unpredictable bluntness nothing less than charming.

A few moments passed and Elmer tried to come up with the courage to softly call out to Jojo. On the one hand, he didn't know if Jojo was truly asleep and on the other hand, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say.

But he hadn't gotten the chance to raise his voice before Henry was calling from the opposite wall. “Quiet! Some people's tryin' ta sleep.” A dump noise – he had even thrown a pillow in Jojo's direction.

“Perdón,” Jojo whispered back. So he had been awake then.

-

The next night, Elmer had trouble sleeping again but that wasn't Albert's fault. Instead, his head was spinning because he was thinking about the question if he should follow Jojo or not. He had heard the other boy getting up a few minutes ago and was worried. Jojo had seemed very pensive all day and hadn't even cracked a smile at Race and Albert's shenanigans at the circulation gate. Elmer missed his smile. But he didn't want to risk invading Jojo's privacy by kind-of-stalking him.

Once again, he didn't even get the chance to do anything any more. Albert was turning around in his sleep, throwing his arm over Elmer's chest, his leg over Elmer's and rested his head on his shoulder. Elmer laughed a little at the snoring noise that Al let out. Then he decided to just ask Jojo what was wrong in the morning.

-

According to Jojo, everything was alright. That didn't mean that Elmer believed him. And so he tried to untangle himself from Albert as gently as possible when Jojo once again snuck out at night. He found him kneeling next to the door outside, cradling something in his hands that looked oddly like a cross.

“What's you doing here?” Jojo looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face. Was he angry? Confused? Surprised? Elmer couldn't really decipher it.

A blush spread over his face. “I was worried an' wanted to see if ya were in trouble.”

“I's not in trouble, thanks. Ya can go back -”

“Why's you praying? I mean, I know that's not so strange but I's never seen you pray before.” At least, Elmer suspected that Jojo was praying, considering his kneeling position and the cross between his fingers.

“I -”, Jojo began, not quite sure what to say. Silence. Elmer didn't dare to put pressure on his friend and so he simply sat down next to him, kicking around a little stone with his feet. After a while, Jojo asked: “Can I be honest with you?”

Elmer didn't know if he should be surprised or hurt. “Of course ya can. You can trust me. I thought ya knew that.”

“I do,” Jojo exclaimed and for a moment it seemed as if he wanted to grab Elmer's hand but eventually, he decided against it. “It's just... I haven't talked ta anyone 'bout this. Not even Jack.”

“It's alright. Ya don't have ta tell me if you's not ready, Jojo.” Elmer smiled at him and his heart fluttered when he saw Jojo cracking a small smile as well.

“You's always so patient, it's annoying. I mean, not annoying annoying but cute annoying.” Jojo sighed. Then, the small smile was gone. “I have ta tell anyone 'bout this before I explode. So. Here it goes. Ya know, next to the convent, there's a house an' there was living a man who died a while ago. An' some day, I heard the nuns talkin' an' they was sayin' that the man was... a queer. An' they seemed so disappointed an' so I talked to another nun 'bout it an' she told me that it's not really bad if you's likin' boys if you's a boy. But actin' on it's sinning.” Jojo fiddled with the cross in his hands. “I don't wanna disappoint God, ya know? He has given me so much – all of you boys an' I know that there's people who have it better than we does but... I wouldn't wanna loose what I have now.”

Elmer wanted to punch himself in the stomach so that the fluttering would end.

“So I apologized and I prayed for His forgiveness. Like I's said, I don't wanna disappoint Him. But...” A deep breath. “I can't not act on it any more. Ya know what I wanna say?” Jojo didn't even dare looking Elmer in the eyes, instead fixating the street with his gaze.

Elmer felt like the breath was knocked out of his body. Had Jojo really just told him what he thought he did? “Would ya say that Racer's a disappointment?”

Confused, Jojo looked up at him, still not quite meeting his eyes. “Why would I...? Race's a bit of a danger to himself most of the time but no, he's not a disappointment. But did ya realize what I just -”

“Why do ya think Spot's letting a 'Hattan newsie stay over this long?”

It took a while but soon, realisation dawned on Jojo's face. He still seemed to be at a loss of words, though, so Elmer kept on talking: “You's not alone, Jojo. Many of the other boys fancy another boy but that doesn't make them any less worth of God's love, does it? They don't hurt anyone. They's spreading love and acceptance. That's a good thing, don't ya think?” Hesitantly, Elmer reached over and began to rub Jojo's back. Carefully, as if the other boy would break under his touch. And indeed – Jojo didn't break but Elmer could feel him slightly trembling.

As he was looking more closely, he could even see tears glistening in the corners of Jojo's eyes. “Oh, Jojo,” Elmer sighed and moved to wrap his arms fully around the other boy but Jojo suddenly leaned away from his touch.

“I's not... You's right but that doesn't mean that it's alright if I... Ya know?” Jojo stuttered a bit, more and more tears forming in his eyes.

“It's only a hug, Jojo. A hug's not a crime and it's not actin' on somethin' an' sinning,” Elmer said but he leaned a little bit away from Jojo to give him the space he needed.

“I know. But with you... it wouldn't be only a hug with you, Elmer. You understand?”

Elmer did understand. It took everything in his power not to stand up, run around, sing and hug the world. Jojo liked him back! Maybe it wouldn't be easy in the beginning but maybe... just maybe they could make it work. “I understand,” he answered, a little out of breath and smiling once again. “Just so ya know... For me, it also wouldn't be only a hug. But it's alright. I'll just sit here. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you.” The light of the stars that were hiding behind a cloud until now was illuminating Jojo's face, framing his smile and dancing over his head, making him look like either an angel or a saint. Elmer couldn't have been more happy than in this moment.

-

The next night, a small voice startled him. “Elmer?”

Elmer turned around, glad that Albert hadn't already begun to cuddle him. He was met with Jojo's face, only centimetres away from his. “Yes?”

“Can ya... Can ya hold me while I's sleeping?” Jojo seemed so unusually unsure although he had been his smiley self all day again.

Elmer couldn't help but ask cautiously. “What does God say to this?”

Only now did Elmer realize that Jojo was fiddling with the cross from the day before in his hands. “I... asked him to tell me what's right in my situation. An'... An' then the stars were shinin' down on you an'... I think that's a sign. That maybe he isn't mad at me.”

Elmer chuckled. “Nobody could stay mad at ya for long, Jojo.”

“I knows, I's a real sunshine, ain't I?” Jojo laughed.

From the opposite wall, they could hear Henry murmur: “What's a boy gotta do to make you shut up?”

“Sorry, Henry. We'll be more quiet now,” Elmer apologised. Then, he turned back to Jojo. “Go on, I'll be with ya in a second.”

-

“Elmer?”

“Yes?”

“I's glad I got ya.”

“I's glad I got ya, too.”

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 163 prt 2

“Lance? You okay?”

Keith had a worried look on his face. Lance giving a small shake of his head as he forced a smile that didn’t feel quite so fake when he was staring at Keith

“Yeah. I got caught up thinking about Vee again. Sorry, I’m mostly okayish. Totally distracted but you know...”

Rieva asked

“Will you contact them?”

“I think I’ll send Veronica the photos. Not... for her sake alone, but for her daughters. Mami was proud of them and I don’t want them to forget her. Besides, Keith helped me remember the really important thing. I do have a family. Hell, we’ve got a whole pack to support us. I’ll have to ask Coran if he can pull the data off my phone even when it’s smashed”

“Do you want me to take a look? As long as it’s not too broken I might be able to salvage something”

Lance didn’t want to tell Matt no. Sometimes I was easy to forget he was an absolute technical wizard. Unless Pidge was there and the pair of them were off speaking what may as well be another language. Only, the phone was designed by Coran, or for Coran, with Blade technology. He didn’t want to accidentally get Matt into trouble

“It’s cool if you don’t, just thought I would offer”

His expression must have showed. He’d managed to hurt Matt’s feelings without meaning to

“I was thinking how it’s Blade tech. I don’t want you to get into trouble by helping me”

“The Blades totally owe us for Rieva rallying the pack to bring down Zarkon and Honerva”

Lance shook his head. The Blades were a bunch of weirdos with their own rules

“That’s beside the point. You’re family, I don’t want them thinking we’re scheming something. I’m enjoying not having death hanging over my head”

Matt nodded, thankfully understanding that it really wasn’t personal

“Us too. Seeing you’re not going to feed us, I’m going to become one with the sofa. What about you, babe?”

“I want to finish my book tonight. Will you two join us in the living room?”

That’d be nice and all, but Lance wanted sleep and cuddles with Keith when they’d finished their dinner and the dishes were done

“No offence guys, but I think I’m going to take Keith up to bed when we’re done. Today’s totally drained me”

“That’s okay. I’m glad you recognise us as family. We’ll always be a pack, don’t forget that”

Lance smiled warmly at Rieva. She probably hadn’t noticed but her English was so much better now, plus she didn’t seem to struggle to find the right word for what she wanted to as much as before. He was grateful to have her around

“I won’t. It really means a lot to have you guys here. I don’t think I would have handled today quite so well if you two hadn’t behaved”

“Yeah, if you call Rieva scaring Rachel behaving. I nearly turned back laughing when Rachel put two and two together”

“And I nearly slapped her for the way she spoke to Lance. I do not see how you and Miriam can be so lovely when she...”

Lance didn’t want to hear the rest of what Rieva thought. Rachel was still his sister and she’d been through so much

“Guys. I know you want to support me, but they’re still... I don’t want to talk about them like that. Rachel went through the worst of it. She was still at home when I was going through puberty. Ego’s during puberty aren’t fun at all”

Rieva nodded. Yeah. She got it. It wasn’t enough to be a mess of hormones, but a mess of hormones with an ego... it fucking sucked

“I remember that too well. Call us if you need us”

“I will. Thanks, guys”

Left alone again, Lance moved his chair closer to Keith, waiting until the TV was turned on before humming softly. This was nice. Being with Keith was nice

“Yes?”

“Just thinking I love you”

“I love you, too. I’m sorry if I upset you being mad at your sisters”

“I get it. You know what I’ve been through and want me to be happy. I never thought they’d show up with the cops... and I’m not that okay with talking about them in a mean way”

“You don’t have to explain. I don’t get it. I mean, I do but mostly I don’t because Shiro’s the closest thing to a real brother I’ve ever had, but we didn’t grow up together”

“I think you’ve grown up plenty. But it is different. I remembered today why I got into family law, after seeing my own family falling apart at the seams. Part of it was penance, trying to make up for existing, and part of it was that I didn’t want kids to suffer going through parents splitting and violence. Even now I can still remember some of the fights Mami and Papi got into. Papi tried to understand in his own way but it was hard on him and Mami. The idea of never hearing about them hurts, but I have you, and I have everyone else and I need to keep reminding myself that I don’t have to keep apologising”

Keith moved to kiss his cheek, his smile loving as his eyes seemed to sparkle with happiness

“Even if I nearly make you wet yourself?”

“Dude, I don’t think you understand what it’s like. All I wanted to do was keep laughing at your bad accent”

“My accent was amazing”

“Amazingly bad... I love how you make me laugh”

Keith snorted

“You’re about the only person that finds me funny”

Nah. That wasn’t true, Keith was hilarious. Especially with that awful accent that worked like magic on him

“That’s their loss. I told my sister’s I’m pregnant. I mean, I can’t hide it, and even if it makes people awkward as long as you’re okay with it, I’m going keep working at being okay with it. These cramps suck, but we’ve made it over the halfway point, so it’s okay to believe it’s going to be okay, right?”

Lance had no idea that Braxton-Hicks would initially feel as weird as they did. They hurt a little, but were more weird. Reading about something was way different to going through it. In a way it’d been liberating to say it out loud. Almost like announcing he’d never be as happy as he was now with Keith and his family. That was kind of true. He’d been happier when Mami was alive, but there was no limitation of grief, and when he was down, he had Keith to kiss away his pain.

“Yeah. As long as you learn how to take it easy”

Fuck, he loved Keith. Teasing and all

“Rude. I was taking it easy today. Babe, you should have seen it. Blue and Kosmo were curled up with Matt and Rieva. I wish I’d gotten a photo of it”

“That would have been pretty cute. Where were you in all this cuddling?”

“Leaning against Rieva, reading to her. We had kind of a doggo spa day. I groomed her and Matt, and Kosmo and Blue. Then I made the most of having trouble werewolves to use hot water bottles”

“Babe, I don’t think you actually know how to take it easy. I’ve had my suspicions for a while now, but the point of taking it easy is to do nothing”

Keith couldn’t talk, he was literally the worst of them all at sitting still. Besides, it’d been bonding time for their little pack, the only thing that would have made it even better was if Keith had been home

“It was fun grooming Matt and Rieva. They malt so much that I had enough hair to give Matt a a full beard. Thanks for helping out Hunk today”

“They’ve done a lot for me so it was kind of the least I could do. You’re right though, I’m ready for bed”

“Wanna skip dessert and go upstairs instead?”

Lance hadn’t meant it as flirty as it sounded. Keith had helped him through his not-heat, and deserved some proper pampering

“Why there, sir, are you propositioning little old me?”

Lance groaned as the accent came out again. His boyfriend was such an idiot

“I was thinking of getting on top of you and giving you a massage”

“Or, I could give you a massage”

“As tempting as that is, I’ll take a rain check on it. You’ve spent the day working hard, I want to make you feel relaxed”

“I’m relaxed when I’m with you”

“Then think about relaxed you’re going to be afterwards”

“I’m going to be asleep”

“I’m down for that. Let’s finish dinner already so I can throw it all back up”

“That doesn’t sound romantic when you put it that way”

Lance wrinkled his nose. Vomiting was not romantic

“It’s not, but it was fun cooking with you beside me. We make a good team”

Lance meant it sincerely. Keith had come a long way in his kitchen skills... even with the potato massacre

“The best team of all, babe”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[slasherhaven]

Hi!! Could you please write an Otis x reader one shot where the reader is into him and doesn’t think he knows but he totally knows and he’s kind of thrown off because most girls find him disgusting and just idk I’m really in the mood for some good Otis content 💕💕💕

Of course!

Why Does he Hate me? (Otis Oneshot)

Word Count: 2425

You had been a friend of the Firefly family for quite some time now, knowing all the dirty little details of their lifestyle but you still hung around. Baby had become your best friend quickly, Mama treated you like one of her own whenever you came round to the house, but it was Otis that captivated most of your attention.

Something about him just pulled you in.. You couldn’t even explain it but it was killing you because he seemed completely oblivious and you wouldn’t dare approach the subject with him when you were so sure he wasn’t interested. 

"I'm out" Baby pouted as she tipped her beer can back, quickly realising it was empty. "Mind grabbing me another one?" she asked you, batting her lashes as if that would convince you.

"Aren't I supposed to be your guest? Shouldn't you be getting us the drinks?" you raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh please you pretty much live here. I think Mama might even like you more, she won't yell at ya for drinking the beers" Baby scoffed, waving you off dismissively.

"Fine" you chuckled as you rose from the couch, stretching your back before placing your own empty beer can down on the coffee table. "Could you possibly throw these in the trash?" you asked.

"Sure" Baby nodded, her attention focused on the old horror movie playing on the Tv. You laughed again and shook your head before leaving for the kitchen.

Stepping into the kitchen, you teased for a moment when you saw Otis at the fridge. The effect he had on you was ridiculous but you tried to push it down every time you saw him, reminding yourself that he was not interested in you.

"Hey Otis, you mind passing me a couple beers?" you asked as you walked up behind him.

Apparently he hadn't heard you enter the kitchen because you caught the small flinch before he turned to you. "You got hands, get them yourself" he snapped, making your eyes widen. He must have been in a bad mood...

"I would but...you're kinda in the way" you pointed out, gesturing to the fact that he was standing right in front of the refrigerator.

Otis huffed, glancing back at the fridge before turning back to it properly. He grabbed himself a can of beer before slamming the door shut. "You're just always here aren't ya?" Otis turned back to you with a glare.

"Uh..." you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to respond.

Sure, Otis could be really unapproachable and definitely knew how to make you nervous. You were used to his short temper and bad days but that didn't make it hurt any less when it was directed at you.

"Sorry" you whispered as you shuffled around his figure, pulling the fridge door open.

You only heard him mutter something under his breath before leaving. You sighed to yourself as you grabbed the two beers, closing the fridge door before returning to the living room.

With a huff you flopped down onto the couch beside Baby, handing her one of the cans and noticing that the two empty cans were still sitting on the coffee table.

"What's wrong with you? You only went to the kitchen?" Baby asked as she took the drink, laughing softly but you knew that she was genuinely concerned. She could sometimes come across as a little insincere but you knew her well enough to know how she really felt.

"I think your brother hates me" you mumbled as you popped your can open, bringing it to your lips for a quick gulp.

"Why ya think that?" she opened her own can, sparing you a small glance.

"He's just always glaring at me or snapping at me. He just did it in the kitchen because he was in the fridge and I asked him to pass me some beers. Seriously, what's his problem?" frustration was clear in your voice at this point, "I ain't done nothing to him!"

"He don't hate ya" Baby shook her head as she drank from her can.

"Yeah well tell him that" you rolled your eyes, unconvinced.

"He's an idiot, don't let it bother ya" Baby knew that you had feelings for Otis, she could see it on your face whenever he was in the room.

She also knew that your feelings weren't unreciprocated. Her brother was stubborn and hard headed but she was one of the people who knew him better than anyone, and she knew that he liked you more than he let on. If he really didn't like you, you wouldn't be welcome in the house, he wouldn't let you go out with him and Baby, you wouldn't just be frustrated by his difficult personality.

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The next time you visited the Firefly residence was only the next day and, as usual, you were visiting Baby but when you knocked on the door Otis answered it instead.

"Oh, hi. Is Baby here?" you asked, quickly collecting yourself to not make a fool out of yourself in front of this man.

"Nah, thought she would've told ya that" he shrugged, sounding completely disinterested in the conversation.

"Did she say when she would be back? Y'know what, never mind, I'll just come by later" you shook your head, turning to walk away.

"Shit, hold on" Otis huffed as he caught your arm in his hand, making you turn back to him. "C'mon, you can wait inside" he offered, releasing your arm and stepped to the side to let you through the doorway.

"Thanks" you smiled politely as you walked into the house, realising just how quiet it was as Otis shut the door. "Is anyone home?" you glanced back at him over your shoulder.

"Everyone's out" he told you simply. You nodded, nervously picking at your fingernails at the thought of being home alone with Otis. "You're going to make yourself bleed" he chastised, staring at your hands. You instantly stopped picking at your nails and folded your arms to resist the urge to keep doing so. "See ya later then" Otis nodded before beginning to walk past you, apparently just planning to leave you alone in the house.

"Otis" you spoke before you could stop yourself, making the man turn back to you. "...why don't you like me? I mean obviously you don't have to like me, I just...have I done something to you?" you asked, glancing around the room to avoid looking at his face.

"I don't...not like you" was all Otis said but that just confused you even more, making your gaze snap to his face.

"Then why do you always seem mad when I'm around?" you asked.

"Why are you always around?" he responded with another question rather than giving you any clear answer.

"I...I don't understand..." you shook your head.

"You're just always...here. Always around with your damn smiles and stares" he began to walk towards you with a slight glare, sounding like he was annoyed at you.

"Otis...I'm sorry if I-" you began to apologise as you stepped backwards and away from him.

"Baby said I should apologise" Otis cut you off as your back hit the wall behind you but he still stepped closer to you.

"What for?" you asked, watching him carefully.

"For upsetting you. I told her to fuck off because I didn't upset you" Otis scoffed, making you chuckle a little as you imagined the argument that must have broke out between them. "But I did upset ya, didn't I?" he asked, earning a slightly confused look from you. "Yesterday when I snapped at ya, I upset ya" he reminded you.

"I...just want to know why you always seem so annoyed when I'm around" you sighed, remembered how he had snapped at you. You weren't mad about it but you did want to know what his problem with you was.

"'cause you frustrate me" Otis told you but that just made you look away from him, you still didn't know what you had done to him to frustrate him. "I just don't get it" he moved closer to you, now being far too close to be considered a friendly distance.

"Get what?" you asked quietly.

"Why you're at all interested in me. You should want to put as much distance between me and yourself as possible but you don't" he squinted at you.

"I'm not scared of you, Otis" you told him honestly, your voice soft as you met his gaze. Even if he should, he really didn't scare you.

"Shit, I can see that" he scoffed.

"And...that frustrates you?" you asked, trying to understand but only feeling more confused.

"It confuses me!" his voice raised, making you flinch a little but only from surprise not fear. "Ya ain't scared of me, ya ain't disgusted by me, ya just ain't like anyone else" he seemed to move closer to you but you could have been imaging it.

"I've known the family for a while now...kinda takes a lot to freak me out these days" you shrugged.

"Obviously so. Instead of being disgusted by me, ya have damn feelings for me" Otis muttered, making your eyes widen in shock.

"What? Did Baby tell you that?" you were going to kill her!

"She didn't need too. I ain't stupid and I ain't blind, I see how ya look at me, always smiling at me no matter how much I push ya away" he shook his head, seemingly unfazed by your reaction.

"I'm sorry" you hung your head, embarrassed that he had been aware of your feelings this whole time. For some reason you just felt like you had to apologise for that, maybe that was why he was so bothered by you all the time.

"You ain't gotta apologise, I've already said that I'm the one apologising for upsettin' ya" Otis sighed.

"It's fine" you assured him quietly.

"It ain't but I'm good at fuckin' up. Would like to make it up to ya though" he admitted sincerely.

"You don't have too. It's fine, really" you repeated.

"I want too" Otis insisted, his finger hooking under your chin before lifting your head and making you look at him.

"Otis?" you whispered, caught off guard by the gentle action and trying to supress your blush.

"Y'know...not many women would look twice at a man like me. And any that do realise their mistake once I open my damned mouth. You ain't like them though, are you?" you weren't sure if you were supposed to answer so you just shook your head, hoping that was the right thing to do. "Y'see, that's why I like you" he hummed.

"You do?" you asked as you found your voice again, looking up at him curiously.

"Always have. But havin' those sorts of feelings was overwhelming enough, and then you had to go and throw me off by returning them. Not many people surprise me but you did, you always do" his fingertips trailed up the side of your jaw, making sure you kept looking at him.

You had seen this side of Otis before. The soft side, the more normal side, the human part of him. And that had played a large part in your feelings for him, knowing that there was so much more to him, and all of him you loved, even the sinister parts.

"Well...I do like you, Otis. I like you a lot, I just thought you'd never feel the same" you confessed as you timidly rested your hands against his chest.

"Now, how couldn't I feel the same about someone like you" he smirked slight as he fully cupped your jaw in his hand.

"I'm not too boring for your tastes?" you asked a little playfully, making Otis chuckled slightly.

"You know exactly what is hiding in the basement and you're still here, you are far from boring, darlin'" he assured you, making you smile.

You watched him carefully, gaze scanning his face, as you waited for him to make a move. He had you between a wall and his body, his hand was still against your jaw, and he didn't look like he planned on moving anytime soon so surely he was going to kiss you.

You finally had him so close at last, knowing that he felt the same about you, and you needed him to kiss you but...he just wasn't moving.

So, taking matters into your own hands, you slipped your hands up to the back of Otis' neck and pulled him down until his lips met yours.

Once again, Otis was taken back by you. By how much you genuinely wanted him, cared for him, and felt for him.

But he quickly took control of the kiss, the hand on your jaw moving to the back of your head to hold you in position. His other hand found your hip as he pressed you up against the wall, hand sliding up your waist as he slotted a leg between yours.

Your fingers tangled in his long hair as he pressed himself closer to you, feeling you arch into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand landing on the small of your back to hold you even closer.

"Otis!" Mama's voice rang through the house, neither of you had heard the back door open and close. You braced your hands against Otis' shoulders as you pulled away from the kiss, both of you turning see the woman stepping into the room. "Oh...well, don't you two mind me. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, alright?" she smiled kindly, looking between you both, making you blush before slipping right back out of the room.

"C'mon" Otis snatched your hand in his before tugging you towards the stairs.

"Shouldn't Baby be home soon?" you asked, glancing back at the front door but didn't fight him in the slightest.

"Who cares?" Otis asked, muttering slightly, probably already annoyed by the possibly of somebody else coming in and disturbing you both. You just shrugged and smiled, letting the man guide you up the stairs as if you hadn't been in the house so often.

"Glad you two finally got together!" Mama called from the kitchen when she heard footsteps heading up the stairs.

"Fuckin' hell" Otis rolled his eyes, making you laugh. You liked these moments in the Firefly residence, the moments were they really did just seem like a somewhat normal family. And you were happy to be a part of that family.

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

[lelitachay]

Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: Even though Anna loved her sister-in-law, she couldn’t help but notice there was something peculiar about Elsa. Everything starts to make sense after an accident and a forced family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

Chapter 1 - North mountain

Chapter 2 - Aftermath

Chapter 3 - Family

Chapter 4 - Siblings

Chapter 5 - Confinement

Chapter 6 - Better days

Chapter 7 - A matter of pride

Chapter 8 - The calm

Chapter 9 - The storm

Chapter 10 - The truth

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Repercussions

Kristoff arrived at Anna’s house later that day. After he had talked with Elsa and he had made sure she was more or less okay, he had gone to his apartment to feed Sven and change. He tried to look more presentable, even if it didn't really helped with the conversation he was about to have with Anna and her family. 

He stood in their front door for a minute thinking the best way to address the topic, but he thought it was best to just let conversation flow. He knocked three times and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was not only going to face his in-laws, he was also about to face Anna and say he had lied to her from the beginning. It was not really his truth to tell to begin with, but he felt guilty for keeping her in the dark nonetheless.

It felt like hours until the door finally opened. Idunn greeted him with something he recognised as surprise, "Kristoff… hello." 

kristoff couldn't blame them for not expecting him to visit so soon after the incident, but he felt it was necessary to clear things up as soon as possible. Not to mention convince them to keep quiet about his sister's secret. "Hi," said Kristoff timidly. "I’m sorry I came unannounced, but I felt it was necessary to come and-" he tried to explain his reasons for showing up so suddenly, but she interrupted him. 

"No need to apologise. Please, come in," said Idunn reassuringly.

"Hello, Kristoff," said Agdar as he watched Kristoff enter the living room. "Have a seat." 

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Idunn, not really knowing what to say or do. Both parties were nervous to talk with the other but for different reasons. Kristoff was still debating what to say while Idunn and Agdar felt Kristoff could guess something was wrong with them. Idunn felt somewhat relieved Anna was still sleeping, she was not sure how Anna was going to react to the new reality she was living in, and she wanted to talk with her daughter once before anything left the family.

"No," said Kristoff, clearing his throat afterwards. He was more nervous than he had anticipated. "No, that’s okay. Where is Anna?" 

"She is sleeping." 

"We had a long night," clarified Agdar. 

He had meant to make the comment as part of the conversation, but Kristoff misunderstood the meaning. "Oh, dear. Okay… I can imagine," he said knowing it was time he began talking about Elsa and the accident the previous night. "That’s why I’m here actually." 

Idunn looked at him, and suddenly realised it was illogical Kristoff knew anything about their past. It was clear the young man was there to talk about the other 'big' thing that had happened the night before. It was not Kristoff's fault Elsa's powers were old news to the Arendelle family after all. He was there ready to explain Elsa's misfortune and he was more nervous than they had ever seen him. She thought it was best to let him know they were not mad or anything, "Kristoff, we can’t say we are not surprised." That part was true. "But-" 

"No, wait," interrupted Kristoff. Something told him he needed to explain his sister's story and condition before he let them talk. He needed them to hear him out before they made up their mind about anything regarding Elsa. "Before you say anything, I want to apologise," he began. "What happened last night was terrible. I know things shouldn't have ended the way they did, and that’s why I’m here. To apologise in the name of Elsa and explain what you saw. Elsa… She has a condition." He made a pause and tried to think the best way to explain his sister's powers. One thing was to talk about them with his family, where everyone knew about them. Another completely different was mentioning 'ice powers' to other people and not sound like a lunatic. "Okay, it’s really hard to explain this. Elsa can control ice and snow. She can create ice and snow at will… Well, not completely at will, if her emotions are too strong she loses control, like she did last night," he hurried the last part trying to explain it had been an accident and not Elsa's choice. "What you saw yesterday was an example of what she can do." 

"Actually, Kristoff we don’t-" tried to say Agdar but once again Kristoff interrupted. 

"No, please, let me finish," he would have never interrupted his parents-in-law so much in the past. But this time he felt Elsa's well being depended on his apology and how much Idunn and Agdar understood his worries. "This is really important. I know what happened yesterday doesn’t look good." He looked at Idunn directly and explained, "my sister almost struck you with an ice blast and it’s understandable if you are afraid of her because of that. But please, believe me when I say she is not dangerous." He turned his attention towards Agdar to make sure both of them listened clearly, "her powers may be scary sometimes, but they can also be incredibly beautiful. She always control her powers and she never uses them in front of other people, never. However, they are connected to her emotions." Truth be told, no one in his family knew if that was the case, but it was the only explanation they had found to Elsa's struggle. "She can’t hold her powers back when she is under too much stress."

Agdar and Idunn remained quiet. All their life they had wondered what Elsa's powers were and how they worked, to hear Kristoff reasoning about they being connected to her emotions suddenly made a lot of sense to the couple. Even if the explanation lacked substantial proof, it made more sense than anything they had ever thought.

Kristoff understood their silence as a sign to complete the idea, and so he did, "when that happens, one of us, - my family, I mean - is there to help her calm down. Last night, I should have let Elsa leave the table on time. I should have helped her, but I didn't. So, what happened is not her fault. She tried to do the right thing. She is aware of her power and always tries to protect people. The ice blast was not intentional. She would never hurt other people."

Agdar looked at Kristoff and analysed his body language. The young man still looked nervous, no doubt he was waiting for an answer - a reaction of some kind -. But he seemed sincere and sure of what he was saying. He was ready to take the blame for the accident, even if he was not the one with the powers. Even if the only one to blame was Agdar himself. Agdar knew he was the reason Elsa had reacted the way she did. So, he tried to calm Kristoff's worry, "Her powers were a shocking surprise. We cannot lie." Even if a person possessing ice powers wasn't something new for them, to see them in a young woman who fitted the description of their daughter had indeed been a great surprise. "We are still trying to process what happened here last night. But we can’t blame your sister..." 

Afraid of what her husband was about to say, Idunn stepped in, "what Agdar is trying to say is… we understand. Well, we don’t really understand much about her powers but we don’t think she tried to hurt us on purpose." 

"She didn’t," confirmed Kristoff relieved it was them who were saying it. "And the snowstorm, after she left the house, was an accident too. She was scared. She didn’t mean any of this." 

"How is your sister?" asked Idunn, worried about the girl. She hadn't stopped thinking about her long lost daughter the whole night, and she couldn't help herself from asking. 

"Truth is, she feels terrible for what she did. She is afraid of the repercussions this may have." Kristoff took the opportunity to ask for the only favour he needed from Anna's family. "I beg you not to tell anyone about Elsa’s powers. If word is spread about them, we don’t know what people may want to do to her. We can talk about her powers if you want. I can explain as much as my family knows about them if that will ease your mind; but, promise me you’ll keep the secret. Trust my word when I say, ‘my sister is not dangerous'."

Their heart broke at Kristoff's concern. He not only wanted to make sure his sister was going to be safe, but he also wanted other people know - to believe - she was safe to be around.

Before they got a chance to answer, Anna thought it was a good moment to let them know she had been hearing the conversation too. She had heard Kristoff talking downstairs when she woke up, and rushed to the living room to talk and listen to what he had to say. Luckily, she had arrived just as he began his explanation. Not wanting to interrupt him, she sat in the staircase and listened. She was also curious about her parents reactions. She doubted they were going to say anything to Kristoff just like that, but she needed to hear what they thought. 

After Idunn's question and Kristoff's plea, she felt it was necessary for her to speak in the name of her parents. She suspected they weren't going to talk, but it wasn't a bad idea to make it clear she didn't want them saying a word about Elsa either. “They won’t say a word,” she said, surprising everyone in the room. She stood up and walk towards the sofa, where her parents were sitting. 

“Anna, I didn't know you were up,” said Kristoff, not knowing if she had heard enough to understand Elsa's condition. He made a mental note to ask her about it. 

Anna didn't answer and continued, “They can keep the secret. I’m sure they won’t say a word.”

Idunn and Agdar got Anna's message clearly. She was asking them to comply with Kristoff's wishes, as well as showing she was still hurt by their secrets. Idunn was the first one to assure Kristoff he had their word, "We won’t, Kristoff. Your sister’s secret is safe." 

The young man sighed in relief, “This means a lot to Elsa and my family.” He turned to Anna, he still felt guilty for keeping her in the dark about Elsa, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about this sooner. But you may understand it wasn’t easy.”

Anna looked at him in the eyes and knew he was being sincere, even more than her parents the night before. Kristoff was truly sorry for not sharing this truth before, even when the secret didn’t belong to him. She understood then all the times he had apologised for not explaining Elsa’s behaviour. Every time he had said to her ‘you’ll understand one day’, came to her mind and she felt her heart warm at the idea that he had intended to tell her from the beginning, he just didn’t know how to do it. And she understood now why; her sister-in-law’s powers were something unbelievable; unless you had the chance to see them in person. 

Before she could answer or reassure Kristoff she was okay with his decision, her father said, “We understand. There are some things that are difficult to talk about.” He turned his head to his daughter for the second part. 

The action got on Anna’s nerves in an instant. She was trying to be understanding of her parents past, but the way they were acting was not helping her. Before she could analyse what she was doing she said, “That’s right. And there’s something my parents need to talk about too.” She looked at her parents and said, “and it’d be better to talk about it now.”

Even if her tone leave no room for contradictions, Agdar tried to dissuade his daughter, “Anna, I don’t think it’s the right time…”

Kristoff thought it was related to the accident the previous night, and immediately accepted, “I came here to talk. If there’s something you need to say, I’ll be glad to listen.”

Anna’s parents felt trapped and soon realised their daughter was not going to let them get away from it. Reluctantly, Idunn took the initiative like she did the previous night, and began talking.

-

On the other side of town, Gerda entered her daughter’s bedroom ready to offer her some food when she noticed she wasn’t there. “Elsa, would you like to-” she was surprised to find the bed empty and no sign of her in the room nor the bathroom. “Elsa?”

She walked around the house looking for the girl until she found her standing in the middle of their yard under the falling snow. Gerda had to accept she still found it a bit disturbing how Elsa could stay in the snow with just light clothes on, but she had given up trying to make her wear warm clothes years ago.

“There you are,” she said as she walked the distance from the house to the place she was standing. Unlike her daughter, she had taken the time to put on a warm jacket before joining her. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

Elsa kept looking at the falling snow, making Gerda think she hadn’t heard her, but after a deep breath she answered, “I'm better.”

“Would you like to eat something?”

“I’m not hungry… Where is Kristoff?”

“He left an hour or two ago. He wanted to go to his apartment before heading to Anna’s house. Did you need anything?”

“I just wanted to talk to him.”

“Well, he said he was going to come back later.” Gerda noticed Elsa was more distracted than usual. She couldn’t expect her to feel perfectly fine after everything that had happened, but she wished the girl could forgive herself for her mistakes more easily. She looked up and noticed the snowfall was steadily becoming stronger, “are you sure you are okay?”

“It’s not me. It’s the weather,” replied Elsa, offended by the question when she noticed her mother had paid attention to the snow before asking. 

“I didn’t- I was not-” Gerda tried to come up with an excuse, but there was nothing she could say. It was true she had just tried to read her daughter through the snow instead of paying attention to her directly. Something she also knew Elsa despised. “I'm sorry. I just worry about you.”

Elsa remained quiet paying attention to everything around her except her mother. She didn’t feel like talking, but she knew it was best if she did, "I feel so guilty."

The old woman cut the distance between them, standing by her side and holding her left hand tenderly. "What happened last night was an accident, Elsa. It’s not your fault your powers are attached to your emotions." 

"I can only hope Anna is not too afraid of me now. I can't blame her if she won't talk to me again after this." 

"Don't say that. Kristoff will talk to her." She hold her hand tighter, trying not to shudder at the cold temperature. "Anna will understand. She cares about you." 

"Gerda," said Elsa surprising her mother. She only used her name when she needed her to listen. "I almost hurt her mother last night. You should stop pretending I’m not dangerous. It'll be normal for Anna to be scared." 

"You are not. And she won't be." When Elsa finally turned her eyes to her mother’s, Gerda noticed all the pain and shame she felt.

"I should just return to the North mountain and make things easier for everyone." The idea had been in her mind for the last few hours, and she felt it was time she voiced it.

"Elsa, you can't isolate yourself for the rest of your life. It's not healthy." 

"Then what do you want me to do?!" her voice cracked.

Gerda noticed she was exasperated. Her powers and the problems they were causing were taking a toll on her daughter and her patience was wearing thin. "I want you to show Anna your powers are part of you. Show her you try harder than anyone to be the best version of yourself, and she will be your friend... There are people out there who we'll love you the way you are. Just like we did.” Gerda raised her hand and kissed it like she used to do when Elsa was younger. The old woman had picked the habit after the first night Elsa had stayed in their house. Elsa, at the time, had been afraid of not earning the Bjorgmans’ trust; and kissing her hand had been the only way Gerda had found to prove the young girl she believed in her.

Elsa gave her mother a shy smile. The gesture had meant more to Elsa than she had ever admitted out loud, and ti still had the same soothing effect. The memories brought back a question she hadn’t dared ask when she was younger though, "weren’t you afraid of me when you first saw my powers? When I almost froze your hand in the hospital?" 

Taken aback by the question, since Elsa rarely mentioned that time of their life, she answered, "I was surprised, but not afraid no."

"Why?"

"Because the first thing I saw in your face after it was regret, dear. Dangerous people don't show regret for their actions."

Elsa looked at her with amazement. The answer was so sincere it took down Elsa's belief that Gerda had been afraid of her at the beginning. She had always thought the old woman had fought that fear and conquered it over time, after they got to know each other. 

Without thinking it twice, Elsa hugged her mother and hold her tight. Gerda’s love and acceptance had always made her feel better, and she couldn’t put into words how much she loved her and needed her in her life. Gerda’s trust made her feel better, giving her the idea that maybe there was a chance Anna could see past her powers, like the old woman had all those years ago.

Gerda hugged her back, enjoying the rare moment where Elsa let her guard down, forgot about her fears and let herself enjoy human contact. “Don't let your fears and insecurities control your life, Elsa.”

 -

The main door of Anna’s house flung open and an angry Kristoff stormed off. He had tried to be patient enough with his parents-in-law for some minutes. But as the information and the realisation that they had been the ones responsible for Elsa’s miserable childhood sank in, he knew he had had enough. He’d had been patient enough, and he left them talking to themselves as he left the house. He couldn’t care less for their reasons - for their excuses - all he knew was they had had the chance to give his sister a good life, but they had chosen the easy way out. He was only half way to his truck when he heard Anna’s pleas right behind him.

“Kristoff, wait, come back!” 

Of course she was going to follow him. Of course Anna was going to see the good in everything and she was going to try to mediate things between them. Kristoff loved her for that, but at that moment he didn’t want to listen. He kept walking in the snow, not bothering to look back.

“Kristoff!”

He heard her closer to him and he knew it was a matter of seconds before she grabbed his arm and tried to stop him. Before she got the chance, he turned around and said, “No!” harshly than intended. “No,” he tried again, calming himself down. “I'm not going back there. You know what Elsa means to me. I don't care what they have to say.”

Anna stopped in her tracks a few metres from him. She knew the truth was going to difficult for Kristoff to accept, but she hadn’t thought he was going to react like that. “Kristoff, this is important. My parents need to talk about this with you, and more importantly with Elsa. They need to-”

“No,” interrupted Kristoff. “Whatever they need is not my concern.”

“If you could just please listen!” pleaded Anna.

“I don't care for their reasons. I came here to apologise. I came here in name of Elsa, who by the way feels like shit for what she did,” he clarified, trying to let Anna understand why he was so angry. The accident the previous night had happened because he wanted Elsa to earn the respect and approval of Anna’s parents, and now he found out that they were the ones who should be begging for respect. He felt betrayed by her parents and he didn’t like the feeling. “I came here to ask for forgiveness on her part, only to find out your parents knew about her powers all along. I forced Elsa to stay here yesterday because I thought your father deserved respect. And now I find out about this?” he took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. “I'm not going back there to talk with them.”

“What about Elsa?” asked Anna, hoping he was going to change his mind if he thought this was something that could be life changing for Elsa.

He looked down, brows knitted together. He knew deep down this was about his sister’s life, but his instinct told him to protect Elsa. His sister usually said she didn’t give her biological parents much thought, but Kristoff remembered the conversations they’d had when they were kids. He remembered Elsa confessing her fear was to find out she had been left behind because she was different. And that was pretty much what they had done. Making up his mind, he said, “Elsa's got enough shit in her life to deal with something like this right now.” With that, he turned and left in the direction of his vehicle.

“Doesn't she deserve to know the truth?” she tried again as she saw him climb into the truck. She felt her hope raise when she saw him roll down the window, she hurried to listen to his answer. 

In a low voice, he answered, “she deserves to live a normal life... A life she could have lived if it wasn't for your parents.” He knew his words were hurting Anna, but he couldn’t pretend. Not in front of her. “I'm sorry. I am. But I don't care for their excuses.”

Anna watched him leave in the same spot she had stood the night before. And just like the previous night, she stayed there for a few minutes before returning to her house. She couldn’t blame Kristoff, especially when she felt betrayed by her parents too. But she didn’t agree with him, accepting or not her parents’ reasons was not his or her decision to make; it was Elsa’s, and for that to happen Elsa needed to know the truth. She knew it was going to be difficult, but no one deserved to be left in the dark about something so important.

She entered the living room and soon her mother was by her side, “is Kristoff okay? Is he-?” 

“He left,” said Anna crestfallen. She had hoped for the conversation to end up differently.

“It was not the right time…” said Agdar.

Anna heard the sadness in her father’s voice, but she felt her anger raise again anyway. “Then when was going to be the right time, dad? Somewhere between now and the next twenty-four years?”

Agdar knew there was no point in arguing, he looked down and accepted his daughter’s outrage in silence.

It crushed her to see her father like that, but she couldn’t find it in herself to forgive them just yet. She knew it was going to be easier for her to accept her parent’s past when they did the right thing and finally confessed the truth to the person they had hurt the most with their lies. Still, she couldn’t stand looking at her father like that and tried to explain her actions, “I couldn't keep the secret from Kristoff. It was necessary to tell him. I thought he was going to understand this better.”

“I don’t blame him,” said Idunn. “It mustn’t be easy. Elsa has always been his sister. Her biological family appearing out of thin air must be a scary idea for him.”

Anna felt like a fool for not thinking about that sooner. She had been so focused on the truth and doing the next right thing, she hadn’t stopped to think what it could mean to Kristoff and his family. “I hadn’t thought about that… But I still believe Elsa deserves to know the truth. I’ll let Kristoff think about this; but then, you are going to come clean with Elsa and her family.”

“Do you really think it's for the best?” asked Agdar.

“I'm not sure,” answered Anna, sitting by his side. “All I know is, it's the right thing to do.” 

-

The following day, Elsa got up and found her parents having breakfast together; her father had just returned from a night shift at the police station, and it was usual for them to enjoy breakfast together before Kai catch up on his sleep. 

She poured a cup of coffee and sat down on the table with them. After their typical conversation, Elsa thought it was time to ask about her brother. She had hoped for Kristoff to visit the previous night, and tell her how everything had gone with his in-laws; but to her surprise, he hadn’t showed up. Elsa had been worried but Gerda convinced her to wait for him to call.

“Did Kristoff call?” asked Elsa, hoping for a positive answer. Her hopes were short lived since Gerda shook her head. 

“Not yet. I bet he stayed at her place,” tried to reason her mother. 

“Kristoff doesn’t like staying over. What if something happened?” 

“I'm sure everything is okay, dear. But you could try and call him later.”

Elsa nodded, thinking it was the best course of action. Besides, she knew Kristoff was not going to be able to show up later, he had to work in the afternoon.

“How's your leg, Elsa?” asked Kai. He hadn’t had the chance to ask the day before, since the accident had been their main discussion, but he wanted to make sure his daughter was feeling okay. “Kristoff said you hit the floor pretty bad the other day.”

Elsa hadn't given her leg much thought if she had to be honest. It had been throbbing, becoming a little annoying. However, she didn’t want to worry her parents, or be forced to go to the doctor; so, she dismissed the pain. "It's okay."

Gerda was not convinced. Elsa could hide her pain very well, but she was a bad liar in general. Her eyes wouldn't meet Kai’s when she answered and the old woman knew she was probably hiding how she was feeling. She just hoped it was nothing serious. But she made the mental note to keep a close eye to Elsa's movements, just in case.

-

Kristoff woke up when Sven jumped over him and licked his face. He groaned, annoyed to be awaken after the restless sleep he’d had the previous night. The news about Anna’s parents being Elsa’s biological ones hadn’t set well with him. He had not only been terribly disappointed by them, but also the idea of telling his sister the truth was worrisome. How was he going to look at her and explain her biological parents had had the chance to raise her but had chosen not to? He had no idea. He tried to fall asleep once again when Sven barked startling him.

“What is it, Sven?” he asked, not being in the mood to leave the bed before it was completely necessary. It was after his question, he noticed the line phone was ringing in the living room. He then understood better Sven’s insistence, but cursed his luck. He got up and rushed to the phone. He hoped it was not his boss needing him before his shift.

He answered and Elsa’s relieved voiced greeted him back. He cursed his luck again, he was not ready to talk with Elsa just yet. His sister could easily pick up when something was not right - even over the phone - and he was not ready to pretend everything was okay.

“Kristoff. I was worried. You didn't come back yesterday.”

“I stayed with Anna for a while and then came home,” he lied. “I didn't want Sven to be alone.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” Of course she was going to realise in a instant things were not okay.

“Are you sure?” he noticed the apprehension in her voice. “Could you explain things to Anna and her family?”

It was then, he remembered he had left Elsa the day before with the promise of explaining things to Anna and apologising in her name. He mentally beat himself up for not remembering the night before. For sure his sister had thought things had gone wrong with his in-laws. If he had to be honest, things had gone wrong. But not for the reasons Elsa believed. If there was anything good about the truth, it was that they were not going to mention Elsa powers to anyone. They hadn’t done so in over twenty years, they were not going to start then.

“They understand,” he said. At least that much was true. “They let me talk and explain what happened. They understand it was an accident”

“What about my powers? Will they-?”

Kristoff smiled when he noticed she let a sigh of relief. “They won't say anything. Don't worry.”

“What about Anna? Is she disappointed? Scared?”

‘Oh, she must be disappointed,’ thought Kristoff. He couldn’t even imagine what Anna must have felt when her parents told her the truth. He felt guilty for leaving her the way he did the previous day, but his anger had clouded his good judgement. 

Before he got the chance to answer, he heard his sister over the phone say, “I would like to apologise to her. I feel better today and I think I should talk to her personally.”

“Anna could never be scared. She is… surprised. Things turned out differently than she expected them to be.” He didn’t know if he was talking about Elsa’s truth or her parents’ anymore, but he continued, “But she’s Anna. She’ll see the good in everything.”

“Are you coming to mum and dad's place today?” asked Elsa. She was hoping to see her brother in person to talk some more.

“Maybe later, after work,” he lied again. He didn’t know if he was ready to face his sister just yet. If Elsa saw his worry, she was not going to stop asking questions until he told her the truth. And he didn’t know if he wanted her to know the truth.

Brother and sister talked for a couple more minutes and then they said their goodbyes. When Kristoff hung the phone, he sat on the closest chair and rested his head on his hands. 

Sven sensed something was off with his owner and rested his head on his thigh. Kristoff scratch his head and said, “what am I going to tell her, buddy?”

“You know Anna’s right. You can’t keep this from Elsa.” It had been a long time since he had ‘talked’ for Sven. It was a habit he had picked just to annoy his sister when they had adopted the dog; but from time to time, he still did it to clear his mind or put his ideas into perspective.

“But the truth is not always good...”

Kristoff could have swore Sven gave him an skeptical look, as if he knew what he was talking about.

“Don't look at me like that. I'm trying to protect her. If she finds out she's Anna's sister she will know for a fact her childhood could have been amazing, but she was forced to live through hell because Agdar and Idunn didn't try.” He let out a tired sigh, before he continued, “she was finally opening up. She had finally found a friend in Anna, and now this comes to light…”

Sven tilted his head and Kristoff interpreted it as a question, ‘What are you going to do?’

“I won't tell her. Not yet at least.”

-

Days went by, Kristoff kept avoiding visiting his parents’ house. He had only stopped by one day to leave some clothes for Elsa on his way to work, but he hadn’t stayed long. Truth was, he didn’t want to face Elsa or his parents for real until he made up his mind.

He had talked to Anna over the phone one night, but their conversation hadn’t been useful either. He had called her to make sure she was okay with everything that was going on in her life, but the girl just insisted in talking about what was best for Elsa and their families. Making it harder for him to concentrate on Anna’s feelings and not starting an argument with her. He wanted things to go back to normal. He wanted his sister return to his apartment and for Anna to visit every night without a worry in the world. He kept beating himself up over the things he had done wrong. For forcing Elsa to attend dinner and forcing her to stay at the table that night. But he knew the past couldn’t be changed, he could only accept it and try to move forward.

It was for that reason that, five days after finding out the truth about Elsa's parents, Kristoff thought it was time he faced Elsa. He still had no idea what to tell the girl, or if telling her the truth at all was worth it. But he knew he couldn't avoid his sister forever. It was not his sister's fault Agdar and Idunn had confessed being her biological parents, and it certainly wasn't her fault he had had an argument with them. It was not her fault he couldn't stand the fact that a family like Anna's had abandoned Elsa when she was just a baby. He couldn't stand the fact that they had deliberately chosen the leave her behind just because she was different.

Kristoff parked his truck in front of his parents house and then noticed there was a familiar car parked a few metres from where he was. At the beginning he thought it was just a coincidence, but as he got closer, he noticed the car was not only similar to Anna's family car, it was indeed their car. His stomach dropped and he rushed to the back door. He wasn't sure what his in-laws were doing there, and he didn't want them to see him before he got the chance to talk with his parents. He opened the back door that led to the kitchen, startling his mother in the process. 

Gerda, who was making coffee for the guests when he rushed in, yelped,  "Kristoff, you nearly kill me!" 

"What are they doing here?" he asked in a low voice, as he got closer to his mother. 

"What?" 

"What are Anna's parents doing here?" he repeated. "They shouldn't be here." 

"Kristoff, what are you talking about? They called yesterday. They said they would feel better if they got the chance to talk with Elsa about what happened. And Elsa agreed," she explained. "I thought you knew." 

"No, I didn't." He walked to the door that led to the living room and tried to see if Elsa was with them. She was, and he could see they were exchanging pleasantries. "They have to go," he said, turning to his mother once again.

"What?" to say she was surprised was an understatement. "Dear, what are you saying?" 

"It's not the best time for them to be here…" He didn't know how to explain himself without saying they were Elsa's parents, and he wanted to avoid that until Elsa was present. "I need to talk to Elsa." 

"Kristoff, Anna called and explained they wanted to talk with your sister. Your sister said she wanted to apologise in person and they agreed to meet. You'd have known that if you hadn't disappeared this week." Gerda took the opportunity to reprimand Kristoff for his disappearance. She, like Elsa, had been worried for him. 

Kristoff watched his mother arrange everything in the plate and he stopped her before she could enter the living room. "Mum, listen to me," he whispered. "They are not here to talk about the accident. We need to ask them to leave." 

"Kristoff," answered in a low voice Gerda. "what's gotten into you?" 

Not knowing what else to say, he grabbed her arm and said, "They are Elsa's-" 

He was interrupted by a question Elsa asked Agdar in the living room before he could complete the idea. "What do you mean 'parents'? What is this?"

"-parents…" finished Kristoff, bowing his head and letting out a sigh.

"What?!" asked Gerda as she handed him the plate and rushed into the living room to see what was going on.

Kristoff left the plate on the counter, and followed his mother. When he entered the room, he saw Agdar, Idunn and Anna sitting on the sofa facing Elsa, who was sitting in one of the armchairs.

"We-" Idunn cleared her throat as she tried to say out loud the truth. "We are your biological parents, Elsa." 

"The other day," cut in Agdar. "When we got the chance to meet you, we realised you were - are - our daughter." He had corrected himself mid sentence. It was strange to say those words out loud to the girl.

"We know it sounds crazy. We couldn't believe it ourselves, but then… With the things you mentioned and your powers, we- we kind of knew," explained Idunn. She knew the questions how and why were coming and she tried to make things easier for her to understand.

Gerda, who still couldn't believe her ears, soon took the initiative, "you cannot simply come in here and say you are her parents without some kind of proof." 

Agdar, diverted his eyes from Elsa, who was frozen looking at the papers he had given her before, and looked at Gerda. "What Elsa is holding right now are her papers. All the information about her birth and her identity." He felt bad for the woman, he knew Elsa's identity affected her life too.

"They came here to come clean and apologise." Anna tried in vain to make eye contact with Elsa who wouldn't stop looking at the papers in her hands. "You deserve to know who you are," she said, hoping she would react in some way. 

Kristoff stood frozen in place. He'd had never imagined Idunn and Agdar were going to show up in his parents' house like that, claiming to be Elsa's biological family, just a few days after they had found out themselves. Sure, there was no easy way to tell the truth, but it felt wrong to simply appear into the girl's life that way. His anger was building up and he wanted to yell at them, to kick them out, but he needed to control himself. He was not sure how Elsa was going to take the news since she had remained incredibly still, reading the same papers over and over again. From his place near the kitchen door, he couldn't see what she was holding, but he guessed it was a birth certificate or something of the sort. The only other person who had remained quiet beside Elsa and himself, was his father. Kai remained on his chair, eyes fixed on his daughter.

After a few seconds, Kristoff noticed Anna looking at him from the other side of the room. The moment their eyes met, she mumbled an apology before turning her eyes to Elsa once again. He knew there was no way Anna wanted to create chaos in Elsa's life; but in his opinion, she didn't know what she had done. Since the accident at the slope, Elsa’s life had been anything but what she wished for it to be. He knew they were pushing her over the edge, and he didn't know how she was going to react.

Gerda walked to the armchair Elsa was sitting and put her hand on her shoulder to let her know she was there; but the action startled the girl, making her shudder and come out of her catatonic state. Gerda was about to apologise and ask if she was feeling okay, when Elsa reached for her crutches and stood up.

“You should leave,” said Elsa in a low voice before walking towards the door that led to her room. She didn’t meet the their eyes as she said so, and she made an effort not to look at Anna. She didn’t know how to take the news, but she didn’t want to find out in their presence. Looking at those papers had made her feel sick, and she was not sure she could stay in the room any longer.

Everyone in the room, out of respect and dread of what could happen, stayed silent and let Elsa leave the room. The accident in the Arendelles’ house was still present in their mind, and they didn’t want to push Elsa.

Anna was the first to get up, ready to see if Elsa needed someone to talk to, when Kristoff blocked her path. “Don’t,” she heard him say. His body language leaving no place for arguments.

Kristoff looked at Anna and then at his parents-in-law. A hard stare was all they needed to know they were not welcomed there anymore. When they stood up, Kristoff voiced his anger in a simple request, “You heard Elsa. Get out.”

At any other time, Gerda and Kai would have reprimanded Kristoff for the way he was addressing them. But they didn’t find in themselves the will to do so. They understood Kristoff’s anger. They were not at all pleased with the way they had delivered the news to Elsa.

“Kristoff, I think we should talk-” tried to reason Anna, when a pair of hands on her shoulders interrupted her. 

Kristoff turned her around gently, “I need you and your parents to leave the house, Anna.” His voice was gentle but he was clear enough for her to understand he was not asking. He was demanding them to leave.

Idunn and Agdar mumbled an apology and walked out the door, leaving the house before Kristoff or anyone else asked them again. Things hadn’t worked out in the best way, and they knew the best thing to do was comply with Elsa’s wishes. Seeing Elsa, sitting right in front of them - now that they knew she was their daughter - had made them feel sadness and guilt they hadn’t felt in years. Seeing Elsa lost for words had made things worse.

Anna left the house reluctantly after her parents. She watched her parents get into the car, and she felt the need to try and convince Kristoff. She hadn’t forgiven her parents just yet, but she believed things were going to clear up a lot faster if they gave her parents the chance to talk. She turned around and faced her boyfriend who was walking right behind her. 

“Kristoff, please, I know you are mad at my parents but we need to talk about this. Elsa needs to know the truth.”

“She already knows the truth. You showed up without consulting me and throw the truth in her face!” Kristoff raised his voice. He didn’t like fighting. He had never argued with Anna before, at least not for something serious. But he was not ready to accept what they did so easily.

“What did you want me to do?! To keep visiting the two of you and just pretend?” she yelled back.

“No!” answered back. “Maybe I just wanted you to be more patient! To be more understanding!”

Anna was about to reply, when Kai appeared behind his son and stepped between them.

“Enough,” he said. “There’s no point in fighting over this. What’s done is done.” Both of them looked at floor. They knew Kai was right. They were only making things worse.

Kai looked at Anna and said, “I appreciate your concern Anna. I understand your motive, but Elsa’s the one who should make the choice to listen or not to your parents.”

With that, Anna apologised to Kai, mumbled an apology to Kristoff, and climbed into her parents’ car.

- The truth is out there.

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Run; Miles & Luke - Part 2

In Continuation to Part 1

Set up: 

Miles had got Lucas off to sleep in the spare room, making sure all the doors and windows were locked and alarmed. Not so much to keep Luke in (although he was half-worried the poor guy might freak out and run away again) but to keep anyone who might be watching them out. One benefit of having a German Shepherd was that they were always on alert, so even if Miles didn’t catch whoever might be there, Duke would. 

He hardly slept, almost too frantic to drift off. He did eventually though, drifting in and out of wakefulness a few times, barely on the edge of dreaming before he finally gave up and got up to make breakfast. He looked in on Luke a few times just to make sure he was still there. Poor kid must’ve been exhausted. By the time he finally heard the door to the spare room open, it was midday. “Morning.” Miles looked at him, still almost unable to believe he was real. “How’d you sleep?”

Luke had woken and for a moment didn't realize where he was, the bed unfamiliar, and the wall he was facing not filled with the usual sunshine. When he saw Miles in his kitchen and himself standing only a few feet from him, every single cell in his body screamed to fucking run. Bolt as fast as he could, even barefoot, and with Duke staring at him. The familiarness of the question was so strange, and when was the last time he even had someone say that to him? He rubbed his heart as stress spread under the surface. 

"Morning? Is it? I haven't slept that hard in a long time," he admitted, walking forward, with a gentle pat on Duke's head in passing, before he sat down in a chair and laid his head down on the table with folded arms. "Did you sleep? You look like you've been spinning things in your head for hours."

“Sort of not,” Miles answered. “It’s a little after twelve.” His brother was there. His brother… was right there. It was impossible not to repeat that over and over in his head for however long it took him to believe it. “I was in and out. I’m kind of fighting the feeling like I’m gonna wake up any minute now and you’ll be gone.” He looked at Luke with sincerity. “I missed you, bro. We all did. We thought you were--” He was going to say ‘dead’ but he couldn’t get the word out. “You know.” 

"Dead--" Luke said the word easily and sighed lightly, really not wanting to draw from that pool of memories already. It was so easy to shove it all away, just let it be this forgetful spot in his mind, but it never was. Continuously, he's reminded in the mirror or shower with scars, not ones he's earned but given. "Alright--" he said with faint determination and tugged his shirt collar to pull it over his head. He quickly palmed his face to hopefully not show how much stress this was on him. "I need to say this quickly because it fucks with me. So-- they gunned me down-- shot me twice here first." Showing the starburst scars in his chest and lower rib cage that didn't get seen nearly as much. "Stupid bullets got stuck in there but didn't take me down. Missed my heart, not surprising since it was from a damn car and it was moving. Ah, but then, I look over and bam--" 

His breath shakes, and his eyes glance up, holding his fingers to his head. "Just like that, man, maybe four seconds. Four seconds and I was fucking gone."

Miles hated that word coming from Lucas’ lips, but he nodded sternly. He was mad, not at Luke, but this whole damn situation. Their entire family had been grieving and who knew what Luke had gone through? When he said the word torture, had he meant it literally? Miles could immediately tell he was different. He was darker, more haunted. It was as if Lucas had been living under a black cloud. He clenched his jaw as Luke went through his scars. His stomach was turning itself inside out. “Jesus. Sick bastards.” He was going to make some coffee, but maybe tea was a better idea to calm Luke down, or to calm himself down. “Do you know anything about them?” 

Luke knew Miles would be mad, and he actually expected to get yelled at because it was his fault for bringing him this pain. A small, broken part of him wanted Miles to just go off on him, hit him, or tell Luke he deserved it. If he had just not wandered off when he was a teen or if he had just gone to that school in Texas as his dad wanted, none of this would have happened. He closed his eyes, pulled his shirt on, and started pacing. He didn't know how to explain this without sounding crazy, and little whispers were filling his mind now that he's scratched that memory. "Miles, they put me in the ground. They thought I was dead, but I woke up there. That guy-- " his voice wavered, and he worried his lip. "He said he saved me--" A beaten, faintly insane laugh spilled out, "can you believe that brother? Saved me. That's what I know about him. He hurts me, kills me, and makes sure I come back. Heh-- heh -- so we can do it again. How do I fight that?" He finished, sounding resigned.

“They fucking what?!” The idea of his baby brother having to dig his way out of a shallow grave… Miles wanted to throw up. This sounded like some serious fucking gaslighting. If it’d been pure hate, some hapless hunter just trying to kill wolves because they were wolves, that would be one thing, but this guy was sadistic. “He didn’t save you. You saved you, okay? You’re the best, strongest person I know. I’ve missed you like hell.” He handed Luke a cup of tea, leading him to the couch so they could sit. “What does he look like? Does he have an accent? Any distinguishing features?”

Lucas accepted the warm drink and walked with Miles over to the couch. Sipping it carefully, it was honestly delicious and soothing. 'Thanks," What did he look like? Lucas' head pounded. Various memories showed the silhouette of the man but never his entire face. There were so many blurry edges like his mind refused to put it together. Remembering seemed to come with bringing up something awful in him. "He always hides his face," he managed, "but he has a beard, scruffy with a mustache, gray and white hair. His teeth are so white and straight." He sets the cup down, afraid he might break it as he squirms and pulls his legs up and tries to remember. "Speaks like he's always talking through a smile until he's mad." The edges of his sight darken at that thought, and he feels himself drifting, his breathing slows and his gaze lands in the distance space across the room. "He talks southern-- wears a cowboy hat, usually white, taller than us." 

Miles just sat down. Duke walked in circles for a bit and then lay down near Luke’s feet. “Guess he missed you,” Miles chuckled softly. Duke was trained in Search and Rescue so part of that required sometimes laying down near victims who were in distress or needed warmth. But Miles preferred to think of it as the former. “That’s good. Those are good details.” He put an arm around Luke’s shoulder. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but we’re gonna do it together this time, okay? You're not alone any more. I promise.”

"Okay, Miles," Lucas let that promise settle into him properly and believed it. "I just don't want anyone else to get hurt. He called me yesterday before I ran here. He gave mom my number, I lied to her on the phone when she called me. She cried--" he swallowed thickly, resting his head on Miles' reassuring arm. "I felt terrible. He knew Regan's name and a few others who helped me. I just don't know who I'm going to bring trouble too. The looming threat is hard to manage, I don't know what he will act on. I’ve been trying to pull things that relate to him, try to make sense of it all. But I’m not good at remembering anymore. Do you think we could set a trap?"

“The bastard got in touch with mom?” Now Miles really was angry. He had planned to contact the rest of the family to talk about Lucas once the nameless Hunter was out of the picture, but the fact this sicko was toying with her grief made him want to scream. “Lucas, this guy is going to hurt people no matter what you do. For some reason, he’s just the kind of person who enjoys hurting others. And they say we’re the monsters.” He shook his head. No amount of tea could calm him down, but he continued to drink it just so he had something to do with his hands. “I wanna find out what he wants. I have a lead on another hunter in town. I’ll see if he knows a guy who fits that description.” 

Lucas watched with a hazy expression at the anger darting over his brother's face. There was a part of him that still wished Miles would just yell at him, hoping it would help him process it better, but he also wasn't sure he could handle seeing his big brother in such a state either. Miles was always his rock; this person he could fall into without any guilt and a calm atmosphere. Luke finally releasing all these secrets, all this burden he's carried since he crawled out of that shallow grave was worrisome for him. He didn't want it all to go and ruin his brother as it did him. Lucas wasn't that happy, partying, laughing boy anymore, please don’t change from this. "I know he is--" he said about the hunter. Knowing this man killed humans just as easily, he just didn’t have proof. "Okay-- I actually have someone checking my, well-- gravesite for me," Luke said with a shiver, "I wasn't alone in there. Maybe you will see the picture better than me once we get everything. Regan is looking over an old case file too. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize I needed help. But, I’m feeling more hopeful than I have."

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Miles said, firm but soft. He set his mug down, wrapping his arms around Luke’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He just held him there for a few moments, not wanting to let him go. There were days - many of them - when he never thought he’d have Lucas in his arms again. It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever before Miles finally let go. “Now, since your sleepy ass missed breakfast, how ‘bout lunch?” 

Lucas really couldn't remember Miles having this big of wind span and would have to find out how in the world did he get so big. The hug was welcome, and Lucas would probably find a way to get more in the coming days. Miles will likely have to keep telling Luke not to apologize and not to blame himself for years after this mess. Luke had hope. It felt good to have it back, even just a little bit. It didn't change Lucas was still terrified and had no idea what was going to happen when that surprise got to him. He wasn't sure he could handle watching Miles kill them, and he wasn't sure how he would react, even hearing his voice again. But, he had a few people keeping an eye on him now, and Luke felt unworthy in that broken way. He was also accepting it slowly. Hopefully, time could break those isolating habits he's created for himself. Maybe one day, in the future, he'd smile like he used too. 

"Heyyyy- I was tired," he pouted when Miles let go and hugged Duke instead. Both were looking at Miles with the same puppy eyes. "Duke, you want some of my famous cooking. Miles has no idea what he's in for. Think we can make him cry over food? Come on--"

#x: miles #x: run

[eirian-houpe]

Lightly, Tender... My Dream

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Smut, First Time, A Monthly Rumbelling (Once Upon a Time), One Shot

Summary: Between realms, beyond curses, and through the passage of many lost years, Belle and Rumplestiltskin find one another again, and finally act upon their love.

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Notes: Came in right under the wire with this one. Written for the January A Monthly Rumbelling prompt 'Press Lightly' (Song)

Lightly, Tender… My Dream.

Rumplestiltskin wept…

He railed, fists gripping and shaking the bars, feeling the weakness that the magical nature of the cell induced in him, allowing himself the moment of frustration to wash over him; allowing himself a moment to indulge the madness - embrace it.

When was the last time he’d felt the ghost of a touch, her touch. His Belle - lost?

He stood at the window.  He hadn’t been up here in many years; many many years.  The room had been closed and gathering dust, not that he’d know it, not now.  His maid had left it spotless and a part of him was angered at that; frustrated. The reflection of all of his feelings had lain in that dust, and now, with it gone, he worried he’d forget, forget himself; the feelings of those small fingers slipping through his in the howling, mocking fury of the portal’s whorl. Its blue light was predominant and reminded him of the one behind it.

The door behind him opened and he watched the reflection of Belle pull up short - startled.

“Rumplestiltskin!  I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here,” she apologised hurriedly, but sincere. “I was just bringing up fresh linen.”

That he didn’t answer her seemed to spark concern, and she set down the linens from her arms, and came to him at the window.  Her hand brushed his as though to get his attention as she looked up at him. She called his name, her voice downy soft, and as distant as the reflection in the darkened window, distant, like the memory as he struggled to remember how to feel.

Her hand slipped, hesitantly, into his, her hand small - like Bae’s - and for a moment, just a precious moment, he squeezed tightly and he knew, no matter how clean the room, she would not allow him to forget.

Later, he remembered, he would look up at her as she perched on the table, asking to know him, asking about his son, touching him with the feeling again.

The memory faded into the darkness of his solitary cell, and he fell away from the bars; from their biting metal - Iron over hidden, running water, but mostly it was the iron… She was lost to him now, taken from him by her own hand after inhuman tortures at the hands of those that should care for her, should have loved her. Lost to death.  And Bae, still lost; lost to a world without magic, and after his Dark Curse was cast, he would be alone… again… with no one to share as he could have shared with Belle.

For a moment he embraced that pain of only having them to hold in his heart, and wondered aloud, “Who will hold me ?”

Then, with an insane chuckle, he permitted the Darkness to take hold again, loving it; loving himself as the Dark One, for all the power he’d had, and would have again,  He was patient. He would play the long game.

His fall, away from the bars, seemed endless, nothing to catch him, even when he hit the hard dirt floor. He snatched up the parchment from its hiding place, and the quill beside it, guarded by the rats and scurrying insects and reached for the precious, precious ink. His practiced hand writing a word, a name, over and over. Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma….

Belle turned away from the mirror, sobbing, feeling his pain.  She yearned to wrap her arms around him, hold him, comfort him, but locked in a cell of her own, with only the mirror for her own cold comfort, how could she reach him? But what would she have done had she made it back to the Dark Castle? Innocent in spite of her desires, reticent to touch… In spite of her desires, a stranger to touch.

Her breath caught, and her heart and stomach switched places as Rumplestiltskin squeezed her fingers as she hesitantly slipped her hand into his beside the window.  They have always been so ‘apart’ before, despite her yearning… despite the number of times she’d caught him watching her when he didn’t know she saw.

What would it be like, she wondered, to reach up with her free hand and try to soothe his obviously troubled brow; run her fingers through his hair and comb the tangles from the wildness of it?

In their reflection in the darkened window pane her gaze drifted to his mouth, his lips, and she felt the heat of a blush rise to color her cheeks.

“Isn’t there work you should be doing?” he snarked, though without the usual heat, and with an almost teasing spark in his eyes.  She murmured a hurried, apologetic response and began to move to leave; to turn away and head for the kitchen, but he did not release her hand, and she turned back, a worried query on her face, until he murmured softly, “Thank you, Belle.”

Later, she remembered, when she returned from town with the un-needed straw, she would come to know, at least a little, the answer to her question… almost at least… as she dared to kiss him and for the briefest of moments he returned her kiss.

The pang of hurt caught her hard, and low.  She would never know him now. He couldn’t come to rescue her, caught as he was in the cell that stole his magic; the Dark Curse that Queen Regina so often boasted of as she came to torment Belle almost upon them.

In sudden frustration she turned and beat her fists against the mirror, spreading spider-web cracks over it, and again, and again until it shattered, its magic throwing out the silvered glass toward her.  She raised her hands to protect her face, closing her eyes as a darkness, out of nowhere, swept over her.

Cold… Silence… She woke with a start from a dream that had been anything but.  There was a warmth, there was a man; a strange man with green and golden scaled skin and she knew she loved him from the way she cried out at his touch… nothing real.  All imagined, so the doctors said as they pressed needles into her arms to speed her to oblivion.

She opened her eyes again. How long had passed?  She didn’t know, but she remembered a mirror; breaking the mirror.  It felt like more than just seven years bad luck.

The door opened and expecting it would be the nurse, come to either medicate or feed her - the only time she ever saw anyone in this place, otherwise left alone, forgotten… lost and not found. She curled up into a ball in the corner of the cell.

“Come with me.”

The voice was male, and strong with promise, and she looked up - did she know this man? Did it matter, when he offered her freedom… hope?

“Sweetheart… I promise.”

He never thought he’d ever speak that word to her; thought her lost to him, long since dust beneath the soil of Avonlea, so many miles away he couldn’t even mourn her, yet here she was, in his arms.  He would give her the world, a simple promise not to kill Regina for all the hurt and heartache she had brought them both was nothing - a simple breath.

Their lips met, and she melted against him. Decades of separation and loss building in the kiss.  He wanted more, needed more… needed her. She said she loved him, and the gods knew he loved her, and he wanted, so much, to show her. Her lips parted to his kiss, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, their tongues tangling together like the threads of their lives.

Then together, though it would have been barely a thought, a moment to apport them both back to the shop, they walked hand in hand through the woods, and back to town.  She looked so frail to him, not the vibrant, light filled wonder that she’d been back at the Dark Castle, before he’d foolishly given in to his rage and fear and sent her away.

Couldn’t he have trusted her, even then?  What would she have done if she had understood why he couldn’t allow her to break his curse and made of him an ordinary man? Should he tell her? Could he tell her now?

Long hours of walking, of trying to make sense of her heart had led her to one single place, every thought, every objection, every aching beat of her heart had brought her back to Rumple.  She loved him… and gods help her she wanted him - all of him - even the parts that belonged to the darkness. She wanted to surrender her love and to her love; to give him everything she was.  No more separation, never again.

So she went back, and when he tried to send her away - far more gently than the last time - she refused.

“You must leave because, despite what you hope, I’m still a monster,” he said, his face a sorrowing, serious mask.

She smiled, and gently gripped his shoulders as she said, “Don’t you see? That’s exactly the reason I have to stay.”

She kissed him then, tightening her arms around his shoulders, afraid to let him go.  There was a moment - just a moment - when she feared he’d put her away again, but it passed as his resolve seemed to melt away with the kiss.

“Take me home,” she murmured against his lips as she pulled away from the kiss for breath, only to begin another, moaning softly with a need she hoped he’d understand. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer yet, to press lightly to the whole of her, breaking the kiss to whisper against her cheek.

“I could never deny you, my Belle.” His breath was hot against the sudden cold in the swirl of his magic. “Not any more.”

The haze of purple faded and she found herself in a dimly lit bedroom, the only light from the street lamps outside, and even that disappeared as he moved to close the heavy gold and deep red curtains. The drapes matched the bed, she noted, as he flicked on the lamps, then returned to her arms, to draw her to him as she shivered involuntarily.

“Are you…?” he asked softly, nuzzling her softly before pressing his forehead to hers. “Are you certain, Belle?”

“You said it was forever,” she whispered, and felt him pull back, pull away, though his hands tenderly cupped her cheeks to bring her eyes to him.

“Sweetheart, I have long since released you from our deal,” he murmured. His voice kindness, but a hint of sorrow and regret still remained.

“Don’t you…?” she swallowed, interrupting herself, “Don’t you want me?”

“Oh, Belle,” pressed his nose to hers as the breath escaped him, as if she had just sucker punched him with the question.  Then she felt his lips begin to feather over her, over her lips and her neck as he tipped her head back still further, between the light press of his mouth against her suddenly oversensitive skin he murmured, “I have never wanted anything more than to show you how much you mean to me… how much I want you.”

She moaned softly, beginning to run her hands over his back, exploring his form through the thin silk of his shirt.  She felt him shiver at her touch as he took a deep breath between kisses, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was in his mind, in his thoughts.  

“I won’t rush you, Belle,” he told her softly.

“But I want you, Rumple,” she answered. “We have already been apart for far too long.”

He whispered, “My fault,” before capturing her mouth with his in a long, deep kiss that turned from the slow, sweet kiss of reunion to one of deep passion and desire as their need for each other increased.  His fingers trailed down her back as he lowered the zipper of her dress, and she fumbled with the knot of his tie, the buttons of his shirt as they began, between kisses, to divest themselves and each other of the clothing that frustrated her need to feel his skin against hers.

As though completely attuned, they moved together, each now clothed only in their underwear, to curl around each other on the bed, breathing together, Thoughts and memories washing over them, like a tide, washing away the many years of separation, cleansing them of the lies.

She trembled against him as his fingers explored her sensitive skin, in part from anticipation, and the unfamiliar, and in part with growing need. Her own fingers began a sweet but lazy journey over his shoulders, over his chest, feeling him harden against her hip, and a growing, swollen, tingling ache flared with each touch and each kiss that fell over her body, bathing her in his love for her.

“Rumple!” she gasped, pressing her head back against the pillows, her legs parting to admit his touch against her hot, wet heat, then moaned softly as his touch teased, circling in her wetness, never quite against the place she most needed his touch. “Please…”

“My Belle…” he murmured, rising over her, only to begin kissing downward, over the curves of her breasts, lingering there to to share a maddening feast of sensation and pleasure as his lips, and teeth and tongue worshiped there, tugging her nipples one by one into the hot cave of his mouth until she gave a soft cry and clasped his shoulders, repeating her needful pleas.

Rumple felt as though he had a fever, his need to be one with Belle almost overwhelming; a sweet kind of madness that he welcomed, and desired to share with his love - a madness of pleasure.

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as he pleasured her breasts, his fingers teasing where his lips could not.  He looked up at her flushed face, his expression softening with love around the hard edges of his desire for her.

She was so beautiful, shining with her inner light again, warming him, reminding him of life, of a time without the darkness; that he was so undeserved.

“Rumple,” she whispered his name as though she could tell, just by his expression, what he was thinking. “...Love me…”

Her voice was soft, deep and husky with his need, and it shot right to his loins, strengthening the ache, making him pulse for her, his risen length twitching against the covers. He kissed lower, down from her breasts, over the flatness of her belly, the bottom of her ribs far too visible as she arched her back. He kissed still further, nuzzling at her with his chin before pressing his mouth to her, his tongue parting her, teasing as his fingers had, her answering cry like music to him.

Her taste was salt and sweet, both together… like the finest honeyed wine, and he moaned against her center, lapping at her wetness, as he slipped one long finger carefully inside her, moaning again as her soft and trembling heat clenched around his touch, pressing only as far as her body would allow before withdrawing again, stroking in and out with first one, and then a second finger until she began to move with him, chase the touch; soft cries escaping her lips as he drew her closer and closer, feeling her already tight walls tighten still further around his fingers.

He closed his lips around the risen nub between her soft folds and suckled between the swirling pass of his tongue, more fervently the closer he sensed she became, until a last her breathless moans became a keening cry and he felt her body clenching, a frantic flutter around his fingers.

He continued to stroke her gently, drinking her down and moaning his own pleasure at the sweetness of her, riding easing her down, until her languid body in the wake of her climax began to coil again in perceptible tension under his touch, and her breathing became ragged, her voice a moan again.

“I want… I need…” she gasped, and he raised his head, releasing her from the touch of his mouth but not from the ever moving glide of his fingers.

“What, sweetheart?” he rumbled softly, “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” she gasped. “...inside me… not holding back.”

He moaned again at her words, moving at her request to cover her and take her in his arms, and he felt her legs fall, then rise to either side of him as she encouraged… invited him on, and he took a moment to adjust himself against her; to coat himself in the juices soaking her, before pressing the blunt head of his risen desire at her entrance.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed, barely moving, barely entering her, the head of him surrounded by her heat, her walls tight around him, still trembling, slightly, in the aftermath of her peak.  For all his words he wanted just to sink inside of her, deep inside; needed for her to take him, all of him and make him hers. To be separate any more was a pain deeper than the darkest of curses.

“Take me, Rumple,” she echoed his needs.  “Make me yours.”

They moved as one.  As he rolled his hips against her, she lifted to meet him, and they came together, one at last, both home.  She gasped, a sharp, almost shrill cry as he claimed her innocence, and his kissed away the wetness of the tear that rolled onto her cheek, spilling his own in its place, but she reached up to wipe away his shame, then wrapped him in her arms and held him tightly to her, murmuring and whispering of her love. His name sounded like a prayer on her lips.

“Oh, Belle,” he breathed as they began to move again, like the ocean, rising and falling to each other… tides of love, their desire the moon, its light winding them together, binding them, blinding them as they drew closer and closer to that point of brightness, their bodies now only sensation, only desire, only pleasure.

He moved faster, plunging into her even as she lifted her hips to meet the descent of each possession; possessing him until he felt her trembling again, her inner wall squeezing him so tightly it was almost pain, a pleasurable pain.

She cried his name as she burst around him, trembling and squeezing him over and over as her climax pulled him with her into that bright space and he emptied himself inside of her, pulsing to fill her with the heat of his life; to the beat of his heart.  They fell back to each other, back to awareness. Spent. Home…

...and Rumple wept.

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