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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 14

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Going to Florida on vacation also seemed to be the perfect time to find out where the other boys came from and their pasts.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): The boys share their pasts, which can be rough. Mentions of suicide, past abuse, PTSD. There’s also quite some drinking in this chapter.

“He’s fine. Just a little bit too much sun.” You chuckled in a whisper, tucking Jin under the blanket. With that, you exited the room with the 6 others. The oldest had felt a little faint after playing in the sun, which led to his current state.

“We should-”

RINGGGGGGG

“Ugh, one minute.” Jimin took his phone out of his pocket, walking away to answer his call. You and Jungkook looked at each other, shrugging. You headed to the living room, with you draping your legs over Hoseok to watch television, not that Hoseok minded.

“Jin hyung is asleep... That means his snacks are unguarded!” Jungkook shot up from the couch, running to the pantry.

“Nothing stand between him and food.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow. Namjoon shook his head and chuckled, bidding all of you goodbye before leaving with a book tucked under his arm.

“What’s for dinner?” Yoongi asked.

“I think steak and pasta.” Jungkook said, mouth stuffed to the brim with cookies. The staff that worked here had the same schedule as those back in Korea.

“What shall we do tonight?”

“I don’t know. We should stay in on our first night. To just... chill.” Hoseok shrugged and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Even when we put a vacation notice out, work doesn’t seem to stop coming.” Jimin stormed in, complaining. Taehyung raised an eyebrow at his best friend, shifting to let him sit on the couch.

“That’s what you get for opening a new place 2 weeks before the vacation. And a big place, with a lot of manpower needed.” Jungkook scoffed. Jimin sighed, full of regret. He had opened a new male host lounge for ladies 2 weeks ago and safe to say, the business was booming. His phone was ringing non-stop from wanting business partners.

“I’ll just leave it to the others to handle.” Jimin said.

“Yeah, put the phone away. You’re here to relax.” You put your hands behind your head.

“I’m guessing you did the same?” Yoongi faced you.

“My family knows I’m on vacation. There’s an emergency number if they really need to reach me, which I doubt they will. It’s my last vacation before I have to hear my mother start nagging me again.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nag you?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“My brother’s, her star child, is coming into town with my very pregnant sister-in-law for the birth of her second grandchild.” You explained and the boys all nodded, understanding. At the ball where they met your parents, there was a brief mention of your older brother.

“I was an only child. Never had siblings. Omma was worried that if she had another, he or she would come out sick like me.” Jimin forced a smile.

“I’m sorry, Chim.” You reached over to hold his hand.

“It’s okay. Fortunately, Yoongi hyung was there to break me out of the hospital.” He turned to the older, who was sitting on the adjacent couch, sipping from his red wine glass.

“You broke him out of a hospital?” Your eyes widened. Yoongi let out a long sigh, placing his glass on the table.

“Since she couldn’t figure out the reason why Jimin was always sick, Mrs Park thought the only way to provide Jimin the care he needed was to lock him in a hospital.” He explained. Jimin cleared his throat.

“I first met Yoongi hyung at a martial arts convention. Since I used to train in kendo, omma let me go but I couldn’t participate in the demonstration. When he found out that omma checked me into the hospital, he got me out and brought me to join the family. Even when I was sick, Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung took care of me.” Jimin gave a small smile.

“I mean, since we’re telling our family stories, my mother abandoned me when I was younger, at an amusement park. I joined an orphanage after.” Hoseok said.

“Yoongi hyung’s father adopted me to be hyung’s playmate but that was it. We could only see each other during playtime. Other than that, I stayed in the small hut in the backyard.” Hoseok continued.

“It was practically a tool shed with a mattress.” Yoongi said bitterly.

“Yoongi, so your father...”

“He was rich, powerful, as was Namjoon’s father. We had been friends for a long time since our fathers were friends. After our fathers died, we dissolved their associations and formed our own.” Yoongi explained.

“I see... I didn’t know both your fathers were also... in the same line of business.” You tried to speak.

“With the way my father treated Hoseok and my mother, we don’t bring him up. Same with Namjoon.” Yoongi said but there was a warning tone in his voice.

“I-Is it, my turn?” Jungkook lifted his head.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You comforted. Jungkook took a deep breath, shaking his head. If anything, he trusted you and wanted you to know his background.

“I was quite a small kid, so I was generally quite quiet in school. I had one older brother. Mum and dad worked a lot so it was mostly my brother and me. At first, hyung was the best brother I could ever ask for. He took care of me, protected me, everything.” Jungkook gulped.

“Then one day, he started treating me like I was invisible, at school and at home. That progressed to him hitting me and bullying me, hurting me.” He said sadly.

“Jungkook...” Jimin said sadly.

“Namjoon hyung was passing by an alley when my brother almost beat me to death. He brought me to the hospital to get treated. Since then, I’ve been living with him.” Jungkook finished.

“Did your parents come find you?” You asked.

“They never believed me when I told them hyung hurt me. He must have told them I ran away or something since he thinks he left me for dead.”

“But you’re stronger now.” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s head. Considering Taehyung didn’t start his background story, the others assumed that he already told you about him.

“Dinner is served.” The butler informed, breaking the thick tension in the air from all the heavy conversations.

“I’ll get the others.” You said, going to head upstairs. The first person you checked on was Jin, he was still fast asleep, which you let him be. Namjoon was standing in the hallways, outside of Jin’s bedroom.

“I heard what the boys told you.” He said. You nodded your head in acknowledgement.

“(y/n), I think you know that with such backgrounds, it’s not all black and white for them. On top of always falling ill, Jimin lived with a fear of being a burden, like how his own mother treated him. Yoongi hyung lives with the guilt of how his father treated Hoseok. He feels the need to make it up to him with his life.” Namjoon started.

“Hoseok is afraid of abandonment. Taehyung dealt with meltdowns, panic attacks, so much trauma. You’ve seen it, he’s still not over what happened to him.”

“And Jungkook, I can’t tell you the number of times I had to stop him from taking his own life. He was afraid of being hurt by the one he loved, just like before.” Namjoon sighed.

“I know, Namjoon. It must have been a lot for you and Yoongi to face, along with your own fears. But look at who you saved. Where would they all be now if you and Yoongi didn’t help them?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Everyone comes with their own battle scars. But that’s what makes us human and survivors, right?” You smiled.

“You always know what to say, doc.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Of course. I’m the best, am I not?” You nudged him, making him laugh even more. With that, the two of you headed downstairs to the dining room, where the others were seated around the table. Namjoon sat at the head of the table while you sat between Jungkook and Yoongi.

“Let’s eat.” Namjoon waved for the wait staff to bring in the trays of food and pour the drinks. Even if the dinner was quieter than usual, it wasn’t suffocating. You’ve reached a new level of understanding with the boys.

“What shall we do tomorrow?” Jimin asked.

“I wanna go look around the city. If possible. Maybe buy some things for myself.” You shrugged.

“Yes! Shopping! We’ll come too!” Taehyung and Jungkook cheered. You smiled, somehow knowing that it was going to be chaotic with the boys. Hoseok clapped his hands in excitement.

“What if I wanna go on my own?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No way! It’s not safe for you to be on your own.” Jungkook shook his head, putting his arms in a cross.

“Are you saying I am not capable to defending myself?” You asked him with a smirk.

“Ooh, you’ve done it now, Kook.”

“Yeah, even I don’t go there.” Yoongi decided to join in on the fun of teasing the maknae. Jungkook’s eyes widened when he realised what he did, immediately facing you and rubbing his hands together in an apologetic matter.

“I’m sorry! You are very much capable of defending yourself! Even better than me or anyone else because you’re a strong, independent woman! I would never doubt your strength! Please don’t kill me!” He rambled on. You threw your head back in laughter, reaching over to pat his head. Even the others just looked on in amusement.

“Alright, let’s stop teasing, Koo.” You said.

After dinner, everyone was gathered back in the living room, watching some show that was playing on the television.

“The night is young! We should party!” Hoseok declared.

"This is not going to end well.” Yoongi clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. It was obvious he had to deal with his drunk brothers multiple times before.

“I brought drinks and snacks!” Jungkook brought two big trays out, one with different alcoholic drinks and the other filled with snacks, courtesy of Jin’s stash. You took a bottle of beer. Hoseok and Namjoon did the same, clinking bottles with you. Jungkook grabbed some soju.

“Hyung? You want one?” Jungkook offered a filled shot glass to Taehyung. Taehyung, who doesn’t usually drink, shrugged and accepted it. Yoongi stuck to his whiskey like always.

“Honestly didn’t think the drinking was gonna start on our first night here. But I’m not one to complain.” You shrugged.

“We’re on vacation. It’s always drinking time.” Hoseok said.

“I agree!” Jungkook grinned. You snorted in response. Jimin decided to have soju with the other two, taking an empty shot glass. Jungkook happily filled it up for him.

“Hey...” Jin stood at the stairwell.

“Hey, Jin. How are you feeling?” You asked as you stood up to head to him. Jin gave a small smile and a thumbs up.

“Are those my snacks?!” His eyes widened as he marched over.

“Shot?” Jungkook offered as a consolation. Jin glared at the maknae but took the tiny glass, glancing over at you. You shrugged, nodding your head in approval. Hoseok and Taehyung shifted to give Jin space to sit down. Everyone with their drinks, cheered to your first night on vacation, taking a swig. You leaned against Jimin’s side.

“Do you want dinner, Jin?”

“Nah, I’m fine with the snacks and drinks.” He waved you off.

“Alright but if you feel dizzy again, stop and rest. And tomorrow, please remember to hydrate yourself when out.” You lectured. The boys all groaned, even if you were only directing your words at Jin.

“Now you’re nagging.” Taehyung boxed his ears, whining. You rolled your eyes, reaching to smack him.

That night, when all the boys retreated to their rooms, passed out drunk, you were in your room spending some alone time. There was a knock on your door and you stood up from your bed, shuffling over to see who it was.

“Hobi?” You were shocked.

“C-Can I come in?” He rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded your head, stepping aside for him to enter.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked softly.

“Just a lot on my mind.” He admitted with a soft sigh. You sat on your bed, legs dangling off the side. You patted the space beside you and Hoseok gladly accepted, sitting beside you as the moon shined in.

“Bringing up the past isn’t easy. It opens a lot of scars you thought were healed, memories that you thought was locked away, feelings that you thoughts were gone. It’s okay, Hobi.” You whispered with a soft smile, wrapping an arm around him. Hoseok placed his head on your shoulder.

“It’s okay.” You comforted.

“She left me there, all alone. For strangers to take me. And I probably will never know the reason why until the day I die.” He said aimlessly.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Hobi.” You squeezed his hand.

“Yoongi hyung still feels so guilty for what his father did when he adopted me. But I always think that even if he did treat me badly, I still got to leave the orphanage and meet Yoongi hyung.”

“And then you met the rest of the boys. Look how inseparable you all are now.” You stroked his head.

“I also got to meet you.” Hoseok added.

“I’m just there to clean your cuts and take care of you when you’re sick.” You laughed.

“That’s not true. You mean a lot to me and everyone else, more than you’d think, (y/n).” Now, it was Hoseok holding your hands, looking into your eyes, his full of honesty and sincerity.

You woke up the next morning, rubbing your temples, feeling the slight effect of the alcohol from the night before. Hoseok was still passed out beside you, sleeping soundly. You got out of bed quietly, washing up before heading downstairs. The house was quiet, signalling that maybe no one else was awake, still sleeping the alcohol off.

“You’re up?” You nearly jumped when Yoongi appeared, drinking a cup of iced coffee, his hair slightly damp and messy from his shower.

“Yeah. I need a hangover cure and a coffee.” You went to the kitchen. The maid brought you a cup of water and the small bottle of hangover cure. You downed the bitter liquid following that with water.

“Here.” Yoongi fixed you an iced coffee of your own.

“Thank you.” You sipped it.

“Hoseok... he’s with you?” Yoongi cleared his throat as he asked. You nodded your head with a hum.

“Yeah. He came over to talk then we just fell asleep after.” You explained. Yoongi gave a nod, moving to sit out on the deck. You trailed behind him quietly, taking the seat across him. All you heard were the crashing of the waves and the strong wind rustling the trees.

“I’m part of the reason he’s like that.” Yoongi spoke.

“Why do you burden yourself with that?” You asked back. Yoongi blinked, seemingly surprised by your words.

“You know it’s not true, you know that Hobi doesn’t think that, and yet you force yourself to live with the guilt. You know that you’re not like your father, whatever he did to Hobi was out of your control.” You said.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi said with gritted teeth.

“Exactly, I don’t. But what I see is you feeling sorry for yourself and Hobi being worried about showing his emotions because he doesn’t want you to start feeling guilty again.”

“He said that?”

“Not exactly. It’s pretty obvious to a bystander.” You shrugged.

“Yoongi, I have better things to do than to stand here and taunt you. The only people there were you and Hobi. Will anyone ever understand what each of you went through? I don’t know. You and I both know that Hobi holds whatever happened close to him. But he sees the light, even in a dark situation. If he can do that, I don’t see why you can’t.” You said.

“I know.” Was all he could reply.

“I’m going to check on Jin, okay?” You stood up. But you were yanked back by your wrist. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your middle.

“I hate that you’re right.” He mumbled. You let out a soft hum, patting the top of his fluffy hair. When Yoongi released you, you looked down at him.

“You saved so many of them, Yoongs. Give yourself more credit. They all look up to you for a reason.” You laughed.

“Go check on Jin hyung.” He said, patting your hip.

“Right on it, sir.” You saluted. That made Yoongi break out into a small smile as he watched you leave. You hummed a random tune as you headed upstairs to see how Jin was doing today.

“Doc? You’re here.” He slowly opened his eyes, squinting to focus his vision on you. He gave you a sleepy smile. You smiled softly as you nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you placed your hand on his forehead. He wasn’t warm to the touch.

“How are you feeling?” You whispered.

“Okay. Sleepy... Hungover.” He chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“I’d bet. You can come down later to get some hangover cure. Luckily I told the butler to stock the house when we arrived yesterday.” You patted his shoulder, making him laugh.

“(y/n)!” When you exited Jin’s room, you saw a shirtless Jungkook barreling down the hallway, headed straight for you. You jumped back but he caught you.

“Good morning, Koo.” You said in amusement as he hugged you. He mumbled something in his sleepy stupor.

“What are you saying? I can’t understand you.”

“I went to your room to look for you but you weren’t there. I thought Hobi hyung was you but it wasn’t. Why is Hobi hyung in your bed? Where were you? Ugh... I have a headache and I’m hungry.” He rambled.

“Alright, alright. Slow down. I went to get some coffee to help my hangover and was with Yoongi on the deck. Then I went to check on Jin. Hobi just stayed the night after we talked. I have alka seltzer to help your hangover and I think the chefs are cooking hangover soup for all of us. Would you also please put on a shirt?” You answered all his questions, ending with one of yours.

“I’m sleepy.”

“I thought you were hungry?”

“I don’t know! My head hurts.” He whined. You sighed, patting his back as you led him back to his room.

“You stay here. I’ll bring you a hangover cure then you can see how you feel after that.” You instructed. He nodded his head like an obedient child. You went downstairs to get a small bottle and a glass of water.

“Thank you.” He received the two, drinking one after another, cringing slightly at the bitterness.

“It should help your headache and funny stomach. I’ll go check on the others to see if they need help.” You told him, tucking him back into bed under the blanket.

“Will you come back?” He held your hand.

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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I just finished reading Dog, and I absolutely cannot put into words how much I love it❤️

I've been in love w this universe since forever but you've really outdone yourself with this one Molly😘

This is going to be my go-to read everytime I'm feeling low and just want to smile because this fic shows true and simple loveeeee

I love how protective Newton is and that he's very careful and choosy about accepting people in Kate's life cause he understands her and oh my God the way his relationship with Anthony grows and they way he slowly accepts him seeing the way her affects Kate is absolutely beautiful!

And when he met Edmund for the first time, that bit had me crying ❤️😭

God I live Newton and this fic, he's the best boyyyy ever!

Having said this, can we see headcons about him meeting the other Kanthony kids or Kate's puppies as he likes to call them for the first time?

And I feel like no matter how many times I say this it won't be enough but thank you for this fic and this universe, it just makes me so so so happy ❤️

I think I've definitely outdone myself with how absolutely WILD the idea was 😂 I was laying in bed, not wanting to go to work on a Tuesday morning you know, Standard Molly, and my very traitorous mind went "Write this week's fic from Newton's POV. Do it you coward." And now, here we are. The fact that anyone would use something I've written as a comfort is... amazing to me tbh and I've not idea what I've done to deserve it, But I'm glad I did it!

Oh Newton meeting Edmund was the part that made me want to write this fic to begin with. The excitement and awe Newton feels for Kate and Anthony's litter of children is truly a beautiful thing!

Lets see when he met the other puppies shall we!

Newton had known what to watch for this time. When Katie and Anthony had come home with Edmund (who he'd missed hugely) he'd known immediately, Anthony was hovering around her again and that funny smell was back. And Newton settled in again. After all, his puppy Edmund, was his best friend, Edmund would lie on his tummy next to him and let him eat little spoonfuls of his cereal when Anthony and Katie weren't looking. So he was even more excited to meet this puppy who knows, maybe this time Katie would manage to grow more than one. And he waited patiently, he felt again, delighting in how Edmund would hold his paw against Katie's tummy while the puppy moved around and then it was time! Goosey and Edwina came to look after him and Edmund which he liked because Goosey accidentally left a scone in his bowl for him. Delightful. But then they took Edmund with them to see the puppy, and left Newton all alone. Waiting again. And then it was time! The front door opened and Edmund came toddling towards Newton calling out Newtie! Come meet our new Uncle Greg! And Newton darted forward, excited this time more than nervous, Morton already held in his mouth ready to offer it to the new puppy. Anthony sat Edmund down, next to Newton, cradling the new puppy who smelled very similar to Edmund, his dark hair already very disheveled, and Newton felt pride burn in his chest that his family was this amazing. He nodded at Anthony appreciatively before he nosed at Miles Katie was calling him, Miles tiny little fingers touching his snout. And Newton's litter mates grew by one.

This time Newton was sure he had realised before Katie had. He'd woken up one day and she'd smelled different again. Though different than he had with her first two pups. Newton's protective instincts had pushed him towards her as they had the first two times and he stayed there the entire time. He loved his two brothers, Kate's first two puppies, very very much. Edmund and Milo loved playing with him, and he liked curling up in their laps while their hands twisted in his fur and a content little sigh escaped him. But this time, he wondered if maybe Katie could have a female puppy. It would be nice to have a sister as a litter mate, he thought. This time, Mary came to look after Newton and the boys when Katie started to have the puppy. This time he barely even bothered wondering if there would be more than one. It was clear human didn't do that. Milo bounded back into the room and wrapped his arms around his neck, Newton settled against him, licking his glasses lightly. And then Katie turned towards him, her new puppy in her arms. Newton bounded forward, his front paws on her legs yipping Can I see it Katie? Katie laughed, scratching him behind the ears Oh Buddy are you excited? Come meet Charlotte. This Puppy's name was Charlotte. And when Katie bent and he saw the puppy, Newton whined This puppy was a little girl, and she looked just like Katie. So many friends now Newton thought when he dropped his head to rest lightly across Charlotte. I love them all.

Newton woke up one morning, meandering down the stairs in hopes of scrounging some of Charli's breakfast, wandering into the kitchen aimlessly, and then he stopped, a now familiar smell reaching his nose. Katie smelled different again. But that couldn't be right. Were they not too old to be having puppies?! He certainly was. He'd been slowing down for a little while but he did still enjoy running around after his pups. Charli would sing little songs to him and tie pretty ribbons in his fur and Edmund and Milo would let him play football with them which was always very fun. But really? Another Pup? At his age? Whatever was Katie playing at?! It was different when this puppy was born, Anthony came home and Katie didn't. Not for days. And Newton whined, worry stirring in his chest Where's Katie? He whined at Anthony. Anthony sighed, scratching his ears She's alright buddy. She just gave us a scare. She'll be home tomorrow. And that cheered Newton up immediately. He'd waited on the stairs this time, the puppies making lots of noise as they trundled up the front steps and Newton shifted nervously. Anthony huffed when he saw Newton Big Brother's waiting for you, Mary. looking down at the tiny pup in his arms, and oh, Newton liked this one. She was very small, the smallest of all the pups, and she looked like Katie, but their Anthony also was there. He pressed his snout to her forehead. And best of all, her name was Mary. Just like Katie's Mama. The one who had made him part of this litter. And what could be better than that?

#bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthny x kate #baby bridgertons #newton + baby bridgertons #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #newton the corgi #edmund bridgerton ii #miles bridgerton #charlotte bridgerton #mary bridgerton #dog: a bridgerton and sons fic #molly's asks and answers

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marauders-venting · 3 years

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I Know Him

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: murder mystery fluff

warnings: several mentions of murder, child abuse, blood (stabbing and bullet wounds), hints at homophobia, hints at sex

words: 4447

a/n: this is a switching fandoms fic with harry potter characters in the sherlock holmes universe. In this fic remus is holmes and sirius is watson. I have kept certain aspects that i thought were important about remus and sirius’ personalities but i had to give them some of holmes and watson’s personality traits for the fic to make sense.

also just so you know I based this fic off the original sherlock holmes books only. I have never seen the tv shows or film adaptations but i’ve heard they are very different from the books.

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon and Remus and I were sitting together in an armchair by the window. He was reading a book but I simply stared absent-mindedly. At Remus, at the street outside, at the dust in our apartment catching the light. But mostly at Remus. Suddenly, I caught sight of a flurry of movement outside. A woman bundled up in scarves was running down the street looking flustered.

“Remus,” said I, as I watched the woman scan the numbers on the building and near our apartment, “if I am not very much mistaken, the very thing you have been craving for the past week is approaching right now.”

“A client, you say?” said Remus, laying down the paper. “About time!” His eyes lit up with excitement and I scrambled out of his lap just as a knock sounded on the door.

“Mr Lupin?” said Mrs Hudson, the landlady. “I have a Miss Anne Robinson here to see you.”

“Yes, yes let her in,” replied Remus impatiently. Within a few seconds, Mrs Hudson had returned, leading a friendly-looking, middle-aged woman into the living room. Miss Robinson had a cheerful face with wrinkles next to her eyes that come from smiling and yet she looked sullen and tired, as do many of the people who visit our rooms at 221B Baker Street to seek professional help from Remus.

“Pray take a seat, Miss Robinson and tell me your story,” said Remus eagerly. “I have had no other cases to occupy me for the past week and would be glad for a problem of any kind. You are a cook, I presume?” The woman looked startled.

“Why, yes, Mr Lupin,” she said. “I work as a cook for the Wright family. But how could you have known that?”

“It is of no importance, I assure you. I simply noticed the soup stain on your dress,” said Remus. I could hear the slight note of impatience in his voice. However, I doubt anyone but I could have noticed it.

“How very clever of you,” said Miss Robinson, smiling at him. Remus brushed the compliment aside with a gesture of his hand.

“Now what is the case that you have brought for me today?” he asked.

“Well, Mr Lupin,” began the woman, “just three days ago, tragedy struck the Wright family. I spoke to Dr Wright and he agreed that it would be best to bring the case to you. I should probably begin by explaining to you the history of the household. Mr and Mrs Wright were very fitting for one another; they loved each other very much. When they decided to have children, Dr Wright hoped against hope that the child would be a boy. He desperately wanted someone to carry on the family name and honour. Poor Mrs Wright died in childbirth and Dr Wright heavily mourned her loss. To add to the trouble, little Mary Wright was not the boy her father had hoped for. Regardless, he learned to love his daughter and cared for her always; I would even venture to say he spoiled her a bit too much, although she turned out to be a lovely, modest young lady. And the spitting image of her dear mother she was too! Never saw a girl resemble her mother more than Mary resembled Mrs Wright.”

Miss Robinson smiled serenely at the thought of the mother and daughter together but then, her mouth turned down at the corners and her eyes became watery. She blinked several times and shivered slightly before continuing with her narrative.

“Anyway,” she continued, her voice shaky and unstable, “this is where I come to the crime. Just three days ago, at 9:30 on Wednesday night, Mary and her fiance, Charles, were found dead in Mary’s bedroom. He was stabbed right in the heart and she was shot in the head. The police have their suspect and I must say that the evidence against him is quite startling, that is to say, it seems like a finished case. But I thought I had better come to you sir, for I have the strangest feeling that the police have got it all wrong and I always trust my instincts, Mr Lupin.”

“Who is this suspect and what evidence do the police have against him?” asked Remus.

“His name is Joseph Williams, sir. He is a servant of the Wrights. He was found bending over the body of Charles after a gunshot was heard. When the other servants arrived, myself included, and called out his name, a triumphant smile rested on his face, his eyes ablaze, alive.” Miss Robinson shuddered. “The mere thought of his face chills me to my very core. I don’t know why I believe him to be innocent, sir, he seems perfectly capable of committing so horrible a crime. He has confessed to the police to have loved Mary ever since he first laid eyes on her. This would, of course, explain why he would have killed her fiance. The police think that he killed Mary because he was angry with her for not requiting his love but he denies all claims. He says he would never have touched a hair on her head. And as for Charles, he says he would have very much liked to kill him but that he did not do anything of the kind.”

“Were the weapons for the crime found?” asked Remus.

“The gun was in plain sight, thrown on the floor right beside the two. But the knife has not been located.”

“And I suppose the crime scene has not been preserved if the crime happened three days ago?”

“No sir. They moved the bodies on Friday morning.”

“Very well,” said Remus, straightening up. “Then I shall like to interview the other servants and Dr Wright if possible.”

“I shall speak to him, Mr Lupin. Perhaps you could come around to the house tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, I think I shall,” replied Remus. “Alright then, I just have one question before you leave, Miss Robinson. What hotel was Dr Wright staying at that night and why was he out of town?”

“How the deuce did you know he was out of town?” asked Miss Robinson, her brows raised and her eyes wide.

“It was quite simple, really. You never mentioned anything about how he ran into the room and cried out at the sight of the couple’s dead body or anything about how he slept so heavily that he didn’t hear the shot. I have heard many recounts of murder and this detail is included every time without fail. And yet you left it out of your narrative. Therefore, he must have been out of town at the time.”

“Oh,” Miss Robinson chuckled, “you gave a fright there for a moment Mr Lupin. Dr Wright was staying at L'Hôtel D'Affaires as he had an early conference meeting the next day.”

“Very well,” said Remus, “We shall see you tomorrow morning, Miss Robinson. Good day.” And with that, she bustled off back into the now significantly more crowded street.

The following day Remus and I ventured out to the Wright house to investigate. Remus questioned the two other servants but the interviews were brief and nothing new was discovered.

“Now we shall question Dr Wright and then I might head to the station to hear Mr Williams’ account,” said Remus.

One might think that it ails me to watch Remus question so many people and not understand what he understands. However, I must admit that it is one of my greatest pleasures to watch Remus work through a case. He is the master of deduction but there are a few telling signs that allow for me to draw my own conclusions. I know that he is excited despite his efforts to conceal it. Perhaps he fools the rest of the world but not me. I have the expressions of his face memorised. The furrow of his brows when he collects his evidence, the twinkle in his eyes when the pieces fall into place in his brilliant mind, the bite of his lip when he’s concentrating (sometimes I wish I were the one biting his lip in his place), the curl of his lip when, once again, he manages to outwit everybody else in the room. I believe Remus is the only man I have ever met who can be both modest and proud at once. And I love him for it.

“I was devastated when I got the news Mr Lupin,” said Dr Wright, once we were all sat down in the living room. “Naturally, of course. My beloved wife has passed and now my daughter and son-in-law too. This was the order of events as I had it. I left that evening at 6:15 and checked into L'Hôtel D'Affaires at 7:30. I had an important conference meeting early the next morning, you see, and I abhor rising early. The next day, I was summoned by the police and told that Williams had been arrested for the murder of Mary and Charles. I never knew Williams had feelings for my daughter but I think that his actions were certainly a poor expression of love.” Dr Wright’s face tensed with anger and despair. He looked truly broken and empty, as though he were lost and unsure about what he could do now that everything he had loved so dearly was gone.

“With your permission, sir, I will ask you a few questions now,” said Remus. “Were the couple happy together?”

“Oh yes. My Mary loved Charles truly; I believe she would have done anything for him.”

“And how did you feel about the match?”

“I too was satisfied. I thought that the boy was a wonderful young man and that he would take good care of my girl. I looked forward to their marriage.”

“What was the boy’s family like?”

“Oh, they lived quite comfortably and were very kind people. I thought Mary would be happy to be welcomed to such a family.”

“Well sir, I am truly sorry for your loss; I think we shall quit your company for I think I know everything that can be of use to me.”

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“Now to the police station then?” I asked once Remus and I left the house.

“No,” said Remus, still deep in thought, “no, I think our time would be better spent at the town gossip house.”

“Two beers, please,” said Remus as we walked into the nearest pub and placed three two-pence coins on the bar. When the bartender handed us our drinks, Remus turned to me and said, “Did you hear about what happened up at the Wright house?” I was familiar with Remus’ tactics by now and knew that he was, in fact, not speaking to me at all but merely hoping to be overheard by one of the locals at the bar.

“Know ‘bout that now do you?” the bartender interrupted before I would have had a chance to reply. He turned to face us once more.

“Yes, I read about it in the paper,” said Remus casually. I have said it before but he is an incredible actor. He fools them all. All but me. I grow warm at the thought and a smile begins to spread across my face but I suppress it. Smiling now would seem odd at the very least, suspicious as most. “They arrested the man, didn’t they? The servant they suspected?”

“Sure did,” replied the bartender. “And I reckon ‘e’s the one ‘oo dun it, too. D’you think ‘e’s the one ‘oo caused all them yellin’s up in the Haunted Shack?”

“Excuse me?” said Remus in evident surprise.

“You ain’t from around ‘ere, mister, are you?”

“No, I can’t say that I am.”

“Well, there’s a shack up there next to the Wright ‘ouse, a right nasty shack I’ll give you that. Now them Wrights is livin’ in a nice house, ain’t nothin’ too grand but it’s more than modest. Right by the Wright ‘ouse there’s an ol’ shack, abandoned I reckon. Dr Wright had fenced it off but ‘e never ‘ad it torn down. Now sometimes, in the dead of night, we villagers would ‘ear someone sobbin’ up in that place. Once we even ‘eard a scream. Ghosts, that’s what everyone’ll tell you, that the place is haunted. Rumor ‘as it that the reason that Dr Wright never tore down the bloody thing is because ‘e fears them ghosts. But I think different. I say whoever been makin’ those noises up in there, that’s your man, that’s the murderer. It ain’t makin’ much sense but it’s the bloody truth I’d be prepared to swear to it.”

Suddenly, Remus drained his drink in a gulp and said, “That’s an interesting idea, but we really must get going, Sirius, if we’re going to make the next train.”

Next, we visited L'Hôtel D'Affaires where Remus made some small inquiries while I admired the hotel’s lounge and thought over our discussion with the bartender. Why on earth would Williams, the servant, sob and scream in an old, mangled shack? I had no answer but I was sure that Remus did.

Finally, we returned to Baker Street for a spot of supper and bed. We ate without exchanging a word until Remus suddenly broke the silence.

“This case is wrong, all wrong!” he exclaimed in frustration. “But I haven’t enough evidence just yet to get the man convicted. But I shall find it, I shall.” And with that, he marched up to bed. I waited to follow him up. On nights like this, I give Remus space to mull over his thoughts about the case alone before going to bed. He has never asked me to but I know he wants the time to think.

“Hello,” said I, upon entering the room later that night. Remus seemed to have been lost in thought; upon my entrance, his head turned sharply towards me. “Would you like me to leave?” I asked hesitantly.

“No, of course not, darling,” he said, his expression softening, revealing the man I know behind the great detective. “As a matter of fact, perhaps I should let my mind become distracted by other matters and return to the case in the morning. I sometimes find it easier to approach the facts at a different angle when doing that.”

“I could think of a few ways to keep your mind distracted,” I said, grinning at him.

“Can you now?” he smirked.

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The next day, Remus decided to go back up to the Wright house and search Mary Wright’s room, the place where the crime was committed, for evidence of his new theory. He came back with a triumphant look on his face that indicated success. That night, after a small supper, Remus asked if I wished to accompany him.

“Where would we be going?” I asked curiously.

“To bring this case to justice,” he replied simply. “Bring your revolver,” he added; even though I had not yet consented to join him, he knew I could not refuse an offer such as the one before me. Not only because of my all-consuming love for him, but because of my curiosity as well.

When we arrived at the Wright house – which was, apparently, our destination – the door was opened by Dr Wright himself.

“Mr Lupin,” he said in surprise. Without waiting for a reply, Remus stepped over the threshold and into the house; I was on his heel as always.

“I must insist that you leave,” said Dr Wright in rage. “What is this hour at which you call upon me? Surely what you want can wait until tomorrow?”

“As a matter of fact, it cannot,” said Remus. His amber eyes bore straight into the brown ones of Dr Wright as though seeing right through him. “I don’t often carry out the commands of murderers.”

“I—what—h–how dare you—?” spluttered the doctor but he had turned significantly paler.

“Would you like to tell the story or shall I tell it for you?” said Remus.

“You know everything?” asked Dr Wright, sinking into a chair.

“I do.”

“Then I may as well come out and say that I had no intention for it to go this far. I suppose it began with my wife. I loved her dearly and I wanted a son terribly. When Mary was born and my wife passed away, I was in agony. I felt as though I had lost everything that I held dear. Mary was the spitting image of my late wife; she was a constant reminder of my lost love which was both excruciatingly painful and necessary for my survival. I hadn’t the heart to kill the girl but the pain drove me to near insanity sometimes and in those moments I would drag Mary into the shack on the outskirts of this property and whip her with my riding crop. I treated her terribly though nobody knew, not even the servants.”

My hands began to shake at that. Memories of my own childhood filled my head. The whipping, the beating, the screaming. I clenched my hands into fists to mask the shaking but Remus noticed. He noticed everything. His hand twitched towards mine but I met his eyes and shook my head ever so slightly. Not now. And certainly not here. Only one arrest would be made tonight and it wouldn’t be either of us.

I forced myself back into the present, feeling a surge of anger towards the man sitting before me but I did nothing more than continue to glare at him. All these years working alongside Remus had taught me to control my temper if only a little. This man would get what he deserved. Hitting him now wouldn’t solve anything. It would make me feel a whole lot better, though. The thought crossed my mind but Remus met my eye again. He knew what I was thinking. His eyes flashed, reminding me that acting now would be unwise and reckless.

Dr Wright must have noticed the disgust and fury with which Remus and I were glaring at him, for he added defensively, “I’m not proud of it; these were certainly my lowest moments save when I… well I’ll get to that later. Anyhow, the villagers heard Mary’s sobs and started the rumour that there were ghosts living in the old shack. I encouraged the rumours, or at least I didn’t discourage them.

“Then, all of a sudden, my little Mary was announcing that she was engaged, that she was to be taken away from me; my last living link to my wife. You must understand my position gentlemen.” Dr Wright’s eyes were wide; he looked like he was pleading with Remus and me to put ourselves in his position. “On Wednesday night, I left the house at 6:30 that evening, telling everyone that I was staying the night at a hotel as I had an early conference meeting the next morning. I wasn’t lying but I wasn’t telling the full truth either. I intended to go to Charles’ house and confront him, to tell him to call off the marriage and threaten him with everything within my power. I went to Mary’s room to bid her farewell and left for Charles’. I knocked on the door but there was no reply. The door was left unlocked so I entered. I called for the man but without success. Then I saw a letter lying on the table.

“‘Dearest Charles,’ it read, ‘Father is leaving town tonight for a conference. Perhaps you would like to stay at our house for the night? All my love, Mary.’ I was infuriated. I rushed back to the house but rather than entering through the door, I climbed into Mary’s room through the window and found Charles sitting at her desk, a mischievous smile dancing on his smug face. Anger surged through me and, without thinking, I grabbed the knife I had brought with me, for caution’s sake, and stabbed him in the heart. He gave a strangled sort of scream; it was not loud enough to wake the servants but it was loud enough to cause Mary considerable alarm.

‘Charles?’ she called from the hall. ‘Is everything alright?’ And that was when my world fell apart. Mary entered the room and I stood up so violently that I pulled the knife right out. So many emotions flooded me at once and it was too much for me to handle. I pulled out my gun and shot her. I stood frozen for what felt like eternities, watching my only child fall dead to the floor from a bullet I had shot. The servant’s yelps of concern from downstairs caused me to snap out of my reverie. When I realized what I had done, I dropped the gun, pocketed the knife and scrambled back out the window. I left for L'Hôtel D'Affaires and spent the night there. The rest of the story, you already know gentlemen.” Remus’ look of disgust had not yet faded off his face. My hands had not yet stopped shaking.

“I have alerted the authorities,” said Remus, “and they are waiting for us outside. You will accompany them back to the station and await your trial in jail. If you do not come peacefully, I will use force.” Dr Wright said nothing else but followed Remus and me outside where he was arrested by the county police.

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“I believe I owe you an explanation, Sirius,” says Remus once we were seated once more in the comfort of our armchairs in 221B Baker Street. “And an apology. I shouldn’t have suggested that you accompany me on this specific case. Not when the details of it could… resurface unwanted memories.” I shake my head.

“It’s quite alright,” I say.

“No, it’s not,” says Remus, taking my hand in his own. “I forced you to relive your worst memories without so much as a warning, all for my peace of mind. All because I wanted you by my side. It was horribly selfish of me.”

“I would have insisted on accompanying you anyway,” I say. “I want to be by your side, my love. Now, pray tell me about your thought process. How did you solve the case?” This, perhaps, is what I enjoy most about working on cases with Remus. The moment when the case has been solved, the victims avenged, the villains confronted and punished appropriately, and only Remus and I remain, in the living room of our flat, our limbs tangled together as I watch the excitement and passion that radiates from Remus as he explains to me how his extraordinary mind saw what only he could.

“Firstly,” he begins, and already I can hear the shift in his voice. He loves his work. And he shares it with me. It is one of the things I love most about him. (I do say that quite a lot. Perhaps it is simply because I love everything about him.) “I will admit that I entered the case thinking that Williams was very likely the culprit. I consented to conduct the investigation in the case that my client’s instincts proved to be correct but I was almost entirely convinced that the investigation would be worthless. My suspicion first fell upon Dr Wright when I was interrogating him. I asked him what he thought of the match between his daughter and Charles; he said he was looking forward to their marriage. I found this most abnormal as nearly all fathers feel some sadness when their daughters leave their houses for that of another man especially when their wives have passed on. Why should this man be glad to lose his daughter? My immediate response was that he wasn’t, he was merely pretending to avoid suspicion. This, however, was hardly evidence, it was nothing more than a gut feeling.

“So we went to the town pub and learnt about the shack. I followed this by visiting L'Hôtel D'Affaires and inquiring as to the hour at which Dr Wright checked in. As you may recall, he told us that he had checked in at 7:30, an hour after his departure. But at L'Hôtel D'Affaires I was informed that Dr Wright only checked in at 10:30 on Wednesday night. By this point, my theory was formed and I was certain of its accuracy but I still needed proof. Therefore, the following morning I went to the scene of the crime and, after some rummaging about, found Mary Wright’s diary which included Charles’ reply to her letter that invited him over on that fateful night. The diary told me everything I needed to know. Then you and I went to confront Dr Wright, he was rightfully arrested and here we are now.” Remus concludes his explanation with a grim smile.

“Wonderful!” I say, applauding him for his achievement. Remus shrugs but I can see that he is attempting to hide a smile. If I could only shower him with compliments for the rest of my days to see his beautiful smile, I would do so. “You know, detective, one might find it very attractive when you make all these deductions,” I add.

“Oh?” he says, eyebrows raised. “And would this ‘one’ be you, by any chance?”

“Is that another deduction?” I tease.

“That wasn’t something I needed to deduce, love, it’s written all over your gorgeous face,” he says. Then I kiss him slowly, bringing my hand into his hair when I feel his on my waist.

“I do love you, you know,” he says, his lips still lingering on mine, refusing to pull away. “I don’t say it as often as I should but I do. The world can continue to hate it but I will never cease to love you, Sirius.”

“I know,” I reply, allowing my hand to fall and gently brush his cheek. “I love you too.” Remus blushes and I can see the man I fell in love with. Where the rest of the world sees only his brilliant mind and his icy exterior, I see beyond. I see the goodness in his heart, the emotion in his voice, the passion in his eyes, softness of his lips. I see it all and more. He shows it to me and only to me. He lets me have him. And I give him all there is of me in return. It is of this that I think when I lean in to kiss Remus again. And it is of this that I think when he kisses me back.

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Number Two (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

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Characters: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (AU)

Summary: Reader hopes and dreams to be the first choice, but she ended up being an option.

Warning: Angsty, cussing, INFIDELITY, sugar daddy kinda relationship? I mean, well. You'll understand it soon after reading this. Italics meant a flashback in the end alright? I shall give you guys some angst yooooo!! Y/N means your name.

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Kisses, feather like kisses were peppered on the back of your neck. His warmth enveloping around you, those comforting arms stuck on your waist, making you feel jello on the knees, soon enough to buckle and be weak for him.

"Draga," Sebastian lowly spoke ever so sweetly, still peppering you with kisses as he stood behind you, watching your skillful hands do the job in making dinner. His presence was making you weak, too weak for your own good. You hummed a reply, your complete focus wholly on the vegetables you were chopping. Sebastian's thumbs were slowly caressing your waist, his lips hidden behind the front of his teeth as he was anxiously trying to think how to word everything out better.

Better words that would not leave your heart in misery and in pain.

"I...I--Well," He stuttered, his heart skipping a beat. The image of you in his huge polo was making him want to stay, it was making it worth enough for another pathetic lie to be said for the latter. You were perfect in his eyes, despite of the stomach flabs, your height and especially your big, wonderful heart.

Y/N was the epitome of every man's dream, her attitude and personality was making him stay. Yet, why didn't he pick you in the first place?

"You're going?" You calmly uttered, your knife stopping halfway from cutting a tomato, a painful smile lifting the ends of your lips, wanting nothing more than to frown and show him how he was hurting you, crushing your big, innocent heart.

He hesitatingly nodded, his lips in a tight thin line. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to stay, he wanted to cherish this sweet, mirthful moment with you. But, why didn't he? Why did he still chose her?

"Yeah. She texted---told me we had reservations at eight in which I totally forgot about, she even said I asked for it the other night but it slipped out of my mind," He forgot, you thought. Even though you didn't want to cheer and be happy that you were making him forget her, you still did. Your heart clapped from the mistake he did.

Yet, why did it still hurt?

"Well," You sighed, spinning around to see Sebastian pouting, his mind currently in a conflicted battle. "---you better get going, Love."

Love. It was the truth. You already love him with all your heart, and the more this..relationship of your continues, the more it becomes difficult to let go. Not that you plan on doing that soon.

"You sure you're not mad?" He stared into your eyes, it was technically the window to everybody's soul and from his perspective..All he saw was your positive, loving self. Never seeing the wounds hidden behind those E/C eyes of yours. Nonetheless, it was hurting him to leave you either.

"No, I'm not." Lies. It was all lies because all you ever felt in that exact moment was pain. All you wanted to do was lock himself up in your apartment, wanting to scream at him as you hoped to be his choice, and not his option. "---you need to go," You fidgeted with the collars of his polo, eyes trained on his Steele blue eyes that you so wanted not to forget before it vanish soon, the other woman having the bigger privilege to stare at his gorgeous blue eyes all night.

The truth was making your heart itch in vain.

"But, I'm keeping this polo of yours. It's comfy," You joked, forcing yourself to smile. His pout turned into a chuckle, that's right. That's what you wanted his last image to be, his beautiful laugh. "You're seriously going to make me come out shirtless?"

"Oh come on, you have tons of shirts inside my closet. You can seriously have a sleepover and not be worried about having no clothes to wear the next day," All you could ever do was dream that he could sleep beside you all night, keep him tuck beside you with your love. However, he never did. A few times, sure. But, he always went back to her. He always comes back home.

And your only wish in your life was to finally be his home, where he could come home to you and only you.

All Sebastian could ever do was chuckle. It was a phrase that he could never answer back, he wanted to have that moment with you too. But, the knot he had with her was making everything impossible.

"Try not to finish everything for me, I'm coming over again tomorrow," He smiled, the painful happiness reaching his eyes. Sebastian leaned down to give you a deep kiss, he so wanted more than just a kiss, but his phone kept vibrating inside his pockets and it was frustrating him.

The softness of your lips made him kiss you another, trapping that softness in between his teeth, softly tugging the flesh as he rested his forehead on yours, sharing exasperated breaths with you. After that breathtaking kiss, you were a goner. Definitely making your knees buckle behind you but you toughly stood on your ground.

"I love you," Sebastian voiced out completely breathless, like he was scared that somebody else would hear. Though the meaning behind those words made everything worth the sins. It made everything better. "I love you more," and it was the truth. You loved him more than he ever could do.

Sebastian left the apartment, not forgetting to give you another kiss before he went out and about. Back to where he was supposed to be. You bit your lip in sadness, your eyes turning hot and cloudy, tears threatening to fall as you stared at the ceiling, trying your hardest not to but everything you see was reminding you of him.

Your apartment, your clothes, your credit card, and basically everything. It was all from him, he bought everything for you, just for you to be his.

Even though, he wasn't rightfully yours to call.

"Fuck," You whined out, on the verge of tears as you held the curves of your waist. You held your nose bridge, trying to stop the tears from falling because you didn't want to cry. All you ever wanted was to embrace the positiveness, yet as you remember the previous rendezvous, the reality was making you down in the dumps. "---G-Guess I have to eat by myself then," You stuttered, taking small, grudging steps towards your refrigerator.

The freezer slapped open, taking out the beef you saw something shiny in the middle of the cave like, cold ice. Your fingers delicately touching the shiny jewelry sitting in the middle of your freezer, digging it out of the cold compartment. Your fingertips painfully feeling how cold the jewelry was.

He probably wanted the time to stop, even wanted her feelings for him to turn cold so that was why he chucked it in the freezer. What a dork, you thought out loud mindlessly. Shaking your head, you examined the jewelry resting in the middle of your palm and wanted nothing but to throw it away.

Sebastian's wedding ring.

Despite of how he was trying to keep it away from him. It still hurt to see it up close and on the palm of your hand. Why? Because in the words of the country's law.

You were still number two, and will never be his lawful woman.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what will be your order for today, Ma'am?" You energetically welcomed the new customer standing in front of you. She was a beautiful woman, perfect even. Her features were proportional and sharp, blonde hair wavy looking like she just had curled it with a curling iron five minutes ago. The woman had a physique of a sexy model, curvy and busty.

She was the entire opposite of you. Certainly even older than you.

"One Cinnamon Dolcè Lattè," She spoke with a raspy, sexy thread of her voice. It was probably her tone of voice, God had gifted her with a tone of voice like Scarlett Johansson. You nodded with a friendly smile, tapping her order up on the monitor screen laying in front. "Will that may be all, ma'am?"

"Oh, and a Caffè Americano," The beautiful woman added. You punched her orders and remained eye contact with her. "Anything else?" She clucked her tongue, taking a glance at the menu above her. You tapped your foot in habit as you wait for more orders to come.

"One Gluten free breakfast sandwich," She nonchalantly answered. When you thought she would order more, she began whipping her pretty head around, appearing to find a friend.

The woman's emotionless face lit up when she got a glance of the man she was waiting for. Her demeanor changed and especially her voice which turned higher and jolly. "Babe!" She called her boyfriend jogging towards to where she was. Your eyes went straight to the man's shoes. Grey Nike running shoes, black jogger shorts and a grey shirt, his white beats clung around his neck. You knew that style of outfit whenever he goes for a run, you knew those thighs...

Your breath became labored, palms began to sweat and your throat turned dry when you saw a very familiar face that was slowly coming closer. He certainly didn't felt your presence as he haven't got a glimpse of your dumbfounded face.

Sebastian laid his gorgeous Steele blue eyes on her, those eyes that have been staring at you lovingly the other night. Now, those orbs were fixated on a woman who he tied the knot with. A woman who was the first choice and not an option. "You want something?" The woman batted her eyelashes up at him and you wanted nothing more than to run off and escape from the nightmare happening in front of you. Yet, you couldn't because your feet stood cold and unmoving on the ground. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your eyes were trained on the sweaty, precious man that you love.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks," He nonchalantly muttered, eyes still on her and you wanted him to look into your eyes instead. Just like how he does. The woman snapped her head in your direction, skimmed her eyes from your face towards your name tag. Her whole demeanor turned smug, a coy smile tugging her lips in a tight smirk. "That may be all.." She paused, reading your name before you saw a mischievous glint behind those eyes. "---Y/N,"

With just one mention of your name, it had Sebastian's eyes concentrated on you. His mouth forming a tight, thin line from the realization that you were right in front of him, from them, from his wife. His broad shoulders fell and became slacked when his eyes connected with yours. Everything came crashing down.

It's definitely a small world after all. Destiny was giving you the agonizing pleasure to see the lawfully wedded wife face to face, making your make-believe world disappear in just a snap.

Your eyes turned hot and your heart felt like Thanos was gripping your heart with his gauntlet. You knew Sebastian felt and saw the vulnerability you just launched. The world turned hazy and steady around you, even the noise buzzing around the coffee shop was slowly fading away, your focus only on the couple in front of you.

So, it was her. His wife still smiled so innocently, looking naive yet those smiles of hers..Hatred came with it, being the first emotion you see behind her eyes when she brought her walls down.

She knew.

"I’ve always wanted to be a Stan," You muttered beneath your breath as Sebastian hovered above you, his lips lightly ghosting on top of yours. His medium length hair cascaded around his beautiful face, caving in his gifted features as he looked damn breathtaking. Sebastian lightly pecked your lips, your hands shamelessly caressing his protruding bare firm chest, trailing down his fit torso.

He avoided looking into your eyes, staring at your lips instead. He knew how your eyes were sparkling in aspiration and it was hurting him to answer the truth.

"You know that'll just complicate things, right?" He gave out a forced smile.

"I know, Seb. I was just kidding,"

You only gave a smile back as you trapped him in a heated kiss, dissipating the ache surrounding your sinful soul. Creating an unrestrained relationship with a married man was completely obnoxious, never have you imagined doing this all your life.

But, you loved him. You love him a little too much and it was too late to stop now because you would rather be the person he runs to and not the person he comes home to. You'd rather be labeled as an option than be labeled as nothing.

Only you can dream about being a Stan and you never know when you'll get tired of wishing when it'll come true...

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Until Tomorrow | Part two

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You’re a happily single magazine editor in London, that is, until you’re set up with a handsome musician, who’s not exactly forthcoming about being in the biggest boy group in the world. But with your days together numbered, will this blossom into something more or crash land, leaving your heart broken.

Genre: Idol!au / Fluff / Romance / Comedy / Slight hint of smut

Rating: 15+ (sfw)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and sexual activity / Kissing

Word Count: 6413

Part one | Part two Notes: Beta reader @ditttiii Thank you so much for your help, you are such a queen!

I knock lightly against the boss’ door and wait.

Janelle Rogers is the editor-in-chief for our magazine, she’s brilliant but also a bit eccentric. She always has some kind of wacky blazer on and yet, somehow always manages to look professional. She’s also the messiest person I know, resulting in her desk always being untidy, but she claims it to be organised chaos instead.

Who am I to argue with that kind of logic?

She’s tough and a lot of her employees are terrified of her, but if you work hard and do a good job she usually notices and shows her appreciation in some way, which makes her quite pleasant to work for.

I get on with her well on a personal level too. We’ve been out to dinner a few times and it’s always fun. It also always turns into a late night drinking session. Going out with her, usually means I am in for a two day hangover, which is why it doesn’t happen all that often.

“Come in!” She calls.

Swinging open the door, I step in.

Janelle is pacing back and forth, phone tucked under her ear, as she searches through the papers in her hand. Hearing me enter, she looks up and removes the phone from her ear, before she says, “Y/n, I heard you wanted to speak to me, please come in. I won’t be long.”

She indicates to the empty seats across from her desk.

I sit down and cross one leg over the other, trying not to listen to the heated discussion she’s having.

“I appreciate that I do, but I need that piece before the end of the week.” She says, her tone clipped. I see her jaw tense as she grits her teeth to whatever response she gets. “And I understand that, nonetheless, you’ve had plenty of time to figure it out. Your story needs to be in by the end of the week, otherwise I’ll use someone else’s. End of discussion.”

She hangs up the phone, almost slamming it back down onto the base unit and sighs.

Sitting down, elbows on her desk, she gives me her full attention. “Some people will use any excuse to avoid a deadline.” She shakes her head and then meets my eyes. “Please tell me you’re here to give me some good news.”

I grimace slightly. “Well the magazine is on track...mostly. The music segment however…” I pause. “It’s unfinished.”

Her face drops. “What?” She mutters, her voice low, brimming with anger. “What do you mean, it’s not finished?”

“Only half of it is complete.”

She slams her hand on her desk. “God Dammit, Toby.” She runs her hands over her hair, smoothing her tight, black curls.

Toby was one of our writers, mostly for the music assignments. He did interviews with the artists, went to gigs, reviewed albums but recently had gone on a holiday for some kind of meditation retreat. ‘No phones permitted and no contact from the outside world’ kind of place, not my type of holiday but who am I to judge?

“Can’t we just use one of our other music pieces?” I ask, knowing the answer before she gets the chance to respond.

“No, we need that segment. Our sales were up last month because we featured that story about the k-pop group selling out Wembley, now we need to report what the shows were like.” She sits back in her chair. “BTS are very current, it’s what we need. They’re our ticket to the younger generation buying our magazine.”

“Well, that’s why it’s not finished, the concerts are this weekend and Toby’s obviously not going to be here for them. He didn’t seem to have tickets for them either.”

She lets out a long, drawn out breath. “Ok, well we need to get our hands on a ticket.”

I put my hands up to stop her. “I’ve already got people on it but I need another writer to rewrite the segment.”

She nods. “Toby won’t like it but that’s not my problem. I’ll get George on it.” She picks up the phone and within seconds it’s all arranged and passed over.

I stand and make my way to the door.

“Y/n?” She calls as I open the door to make my exit. I turn back to her. “Good work, keep me posted, we need this story.”

I give her a sharp nod, not sure how possible it will be to achieve this but of course I’ll try my hardest to make it happen.

I head back to my desk, sending more emails and making more calls, when my personal phone vibrates against the wood. I glance down at the screen and my stomach flips when I see who the message is from.

Taehyung [14.09]: So, how’s your day going?

A wide grin spreads across my face. He’s thinking about me. My chest swells at that thought alone and I type a quick reply and press send.

Y/n [14.10]: So far? It’s a day from hell. What about yours?

His reply is immediate.

Taehyung [14.11]: 😥 I don't like to hear that. My day is fine. Will be better later, hopefully I can cheer you up...If you’re still free?

I smile at my phone. I couldn’t wait to get out of here and meet him. It’s the only thing keeping me going through all of this work, knowing that he would be there at the end of it. And clearly he was looking forward to seeing me too; my ego was quite inflated.

Y/n [14.11]: Of course, can’t wait. What time?

I put my phone down and carry on clicking through my emails, relieved to discover that I’ve sent and replied to all I needed to, for now at least. I decide to take a much needed break. I put my earphones in and shuffle my Spotify playlist of metal and rock songs that I had put together and turn the volume up to as loud as it can go.

The ear buds thrum inside my ears as they blare out classic 80’s rock sounds with ‘Pour some sugar on me’ and I lose myself in Def Leppard. Turning in my seat, I look out of my office window.

The landscape of London is truly something to marvel at, and I would never tire of this view. The way the entire city reflected in the windows of the high-rise buildings, the way the sun bounced off the river and the classic style of our oldest landmarks. London is a remarkable place.

I sigh and put my feet up on the low window ledge, crossing my ankles. My phone vibrates in my lap and I smile as I see his name on my screen, reading the message.

Taehyung [14.21]: I’ll be working for a while, is 7 too late for you?

I sigh, I had another early start tomorrow but I can’t pass up the chance to go on a date with the only guy I've been interested in for two years. Who knows how long he’ll be over here for? I can deal with being tired for a few days.

Y/n [14.22]: I can make an exception for you. Let me send you the address.

I sent him the link with all the info of Yoshi’s restaurant. If he was anything like me, he’d be looking over the menu and planning his meal.

Taehyung [14.25]: Then I am flattered. See you there :)

I grin at my phone like an idiot. God, how old was I? I’m sitting here embarrassing myself, acting like a seventeen year old love sick teenager over a guy I barely know.

I kept picturing his face, his smile, the way he raises an eyebrow so seductively, or the way he runs a hand through his dark brown hair. I’m not sure if my memory of him does him justice.

I pause my playlist and quickly dial Yoshi’s number, waiting for him to pick up.

“Yo! What’s happening, jelly bean?” His usually cheerful voice rings out.

“I’m wondering something?” I ask hesitantly.

“Wondering...if I’m as good in the sack as people say? Why yes, I am.” He quips.

I roll my eyes. “No one says that and I would never be wondering that.”

His laugh vibrates my ear. “Your loss. So what are you wondering then?”

“Well, do you have a table for two for tonight at seven?” I bite my lip, waiting for the response.

“If the table’s for you, for sure! Who you bringing with you this time? Taylor?” He asks, mentioning one of my oldest and closest friends who has been with me to his restaurant many times.

I hesitate. “...No. I’m bringing a...date, actually?” I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!” He exclaims, so loud I have to quickly turn the call volume down before he deafens me. “Hold up, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me! Who is it? How did you meet? It’s the tourist guy you bumped into, isn’t it? I told you y/n, I told you he thought it was a date.” He bombards me, laughing out of excitement.

“Actually,” I cut in, “It’s not him.” I hear the groan of disappointment on the other end. “It’s his friend.” I laugh.

“Well damn girlfriend! I’m impressed. I can’t wait to hear more about this. Your table will be ready at seven, don’t worry, I got you.”

I smile. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. And Yoyo?”

“Yea?” He waits, the grin in his voice audible.

“Please, nothing embarrassing.” I practically whine.

He gasps. “Would I ever?” He pauses. “On second thoughts, don’t answer that. Heart crossed and hope to die, I shall be on my best behaviour.”

My shoulders relax a little. “Thank you. See you later.”

I hang up and remove my earphones, releasing a long, slow breath. That didn’t go as badly as I had imagined it would, he let me off surprisingly easy. Maybe going there tonight won’t be as mortifying as I’m imagining.

My work phone rings and I push the thoughts of Taehyung and tonight’s date out of my head and get back to work.

The afternoon goes slow, my eyes constantly finding the clock to see how much time has passed; counting down the hours till I could leave and meet him.

I wade through my workload; like trudging through mud. I haven’t had any luck with finding a ticket to the BTS concert at the weekend. Any hope I did have was fading fast, well aware of the fact that I was running out of time. I had 3 days until the concert took place, I couldn’t give up; my boss wouldn’t allow it.

I work past my usual time, wanting to get as much as I can done today, so it might allow me some more freedom for the rest of the week.

At six o’clock I am strutting out the door, after touching up my make-up and fluffing my hair in the washroom. I had decided to take the underground to ride the few stops to the restaurant. Once out of the stuffy tube station, I send a message to Taehyung letting him know that I’m walking from the station and will be there shortly. The text I get back however, has me practically running to the doors of the restaurant.

Taehyung [18.47]: I’m inside :)

My heart drops. But surely Yoshi wouldn’t have any idea who my date was or what he looked like, so Taehyung should be safe.

I yank open the heavy, double doors frantically searching for him. When my eyes finally find him, I gulp. Him and Yoshi are both sitting at a table, deep in conversation. I quickly rush over, interrupting them.

“Taehyung, I see you’ve met my friend, Yoshi.” I smile nervously, as they both stand up to greet me.

Yoshi gets there first, pulling me into a tight hug and squeezing me hard. I pat him on the back. “Ok, I tap out.” I wheeze,and he releases me. “Try to not injure me before my date, will you?”

He laughs. “Introductions have already been made, so you don’t need to worry. I was just filling Taehyung in here, about some of our adventures.” He winks.

I scowl at him. “Ok, ok, enough embarrassing stories.” I take my bag from my shoulder and put it with my blazer onto the far side of the seat in the booth.

Yoshi grins. “Ok, I’ll leave you to it. Taehyung, very nice to meet you. Someone will be over soon to take your order. Enjoy guys!” He says with another wink, before he quickly proceeds to leave us alone.

We both stand there smiling at each other before I lean in, kissing him on the cheek. I linger there for a moment but I stiffen when I feel his breath at my ear.

“Nice to see you again.” He greets softly. His deep voice like silk, doing things to my body I didn’t expect.

I pull away, blushing slightly. “Shall we?” I indicate to the seats in the booth. He nods and we slide in.

One of the best things here was the decor, it gave us a lot more privacy than other places I’ve been to. The booths had partition doors which I could close completely or leave open slightly. The partitions behind our seats were completely covered with painted japanese murals and there were beautiful, pink blossoms hanging from the ceiling.

“Were you here very long?” I ask, trying to gauge how much time they would have had to speak to each other.

He shakes his head. “Long enough to hear how you met each other and the story about the time you spilt a drink in your lap at a theme park and he told everyone you walked passed, that you had wet yourself.”

I laugh and roll my eyes at the memory. “That’s Yoshi for you. Never passes up the chance to embarrass me.”

Taehyung smiles. “He also said some very nice things about you.”

“That is good to hear but he has to, he knows I’d bully him otherwise.”

He laughs at that. “You two seem very close.”

I nod. “We are. He’s been my best friend for a long time.”

“It’s good to have someone like that.”

I nod again, agreeing. “Do you have a best friend?”

He smiles. “Yes, his name’s Jimin.”

“And would he embarrass you like Yoshi does to me?”

He shakes his head, then leans in closer. “Worse, much worse.”

I chuckle. “Well in that case, I hope I get to meet him one day.” I reply, a smirk playing across my lips.

He fights his smile. “Perhaps you will soon.”

I raise an eyebrow at him quizzically. “Is he over here also?”

He nods slowly. “Yep and yes, he’s another musician.”

He answers my unasked question and I lean back in my seat, surprise evident on my face. “Really? I’m guessing you still don't want to tell me about your job?”

I notice a flicker of sadness flash in his eyes, before they look down and away from my questioning gaze. I feel immediate guilt in my gut. “Hey, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me anything, you just seem quite secretive about it. I was saying it more as an observation.” I reassure.

He looks up, eyes wide, “I’m not secretive!” He exclaims, shocked. “I want to tell you but—”

“Hey,” I cut him off, “No need to explain. Don’t worry, you can tell me whenever you’re ready.” I give him a reassuring smile and a gentle pat on the hand he had placed above the table.

I see him stiffen for a moment and my response is to do the same, until he turns his hand over, so we're palm to palm and gives it a little squeeze. His shoulders relax and so do mine, even though my heart hammers wildly with excitement. I can feel my palm starting to sweat the longer his touch lingers on me, it feels like a lifetime before he finally lets go and pulls his hand away.

I can breathe and think straight again.

While I was more than happy to wait for him to tell me about his work, I found myself growing increasingly curious about the subject. He’s so mysterious, I can’t understand why he won't talk about it. I would assume that being a musician would be a cool profession to divulge about, most would probably gush till their heart's content, given the opportunity.

But, in a way I’m glad he’s not like that, I don’t think I would be able to stand the egotistical bragging.

“Can I take your drink order?” A sweet voice asks, stepping in between the sliding doors. I look up and recognise the server as Emiko. She’s worked here for a while now, and is always pleasant

“Oh, hi y/n! So nice to see you.” She beams her usual toothy grin.

“Nice to see you! How have you been?” I ask.

“I’ve been good!.” She giggles. “I won’t disturb you too much, what can I get you two?”

I order a lemonade and Taehyung orders a coke. I did contemplate an alcoholic beverage, but I don’t want to be the only one drinking on a date, that’s how I'm sure to embarrass myself.

I pick up the menu and skim through it, even though I'm sure I know it by heart by now.

Glancing up as he too studies the menu, my eyes rake over his broad shoulders, the light beige shirt he wears falls flatteringly over his broad chest, clinging to all the right places. His black cap conceals his hair, but I can tell it’s all swept back off of his forehead. I watch the way he juts his jaw to the side as he mulls over what to order. His tongue dances across the inside of his lips, my eyes trained on it, mind drifting off again to wondering how soft his lips would feel. How that tongue would feel moving against mine...or other places. He looks up at me and instantly a flush of red travels up his neck.

“What?” He asks quietly, giving me a bashful smile.

“Nothing,” I look back down at my menu, feeling flustered myself. “What are you going to order?”

“Hm, maybe the Yakitori chicken skewers, any recommendations? Yoshi told me you’ve tried everything on the menu.”

I laugh. “That is true; I'm a big fan of his cooking. And yes, you should get that, it’s—,” I give a kiss to the tips of my fingers, chef style.

He laughs and leans back in his seat. “So tell me, why was your day so awful?” He frowns, genuine concern on his brow.

I roll my eyes and groan. “Work is a joke at the moment, I’m covering for someone so I have twice the usual work load and that’s not even the worst of it.”

Emiko returns with our drinks, interrupting me. I pause as we order our meals and some sushi to share, then she leaves in a rush.

He raises his eyebrows at me and leans his chin on the palm of his hand, listening intently and waiting for me to continue.

“Ok, so, my boss is hellbent on this particular story. The writer of said story has gone off on an unreachable holiday and it's only half done. So, now I have to try and get a ticket for a show that is apparently so high in demand, it seems impossible, so we can finish said story.”

He frowns. “I’m confused. What’s the story?”

I sigh as I fiddle with my napkin. “About some boy group and their shows at wembley.” I have a realisation then. “You’ve probably heard of them? BTS? They’re from South Korea too.” I’m not sure but for a brief moment I think I see him stiffen out the corner of my eye. His expression unreadable.

“Yes, I’ve heard of them.” He says, nonchalantly.

“You don’t like them?” I ask, wondering why his face suddenly looked so solemn. “Don’t tell me they’re your musical rivals?” I tease attempting to lighten his mood.

He smiles and some of the tension seems to leave his body. “No. They’re cool. So why do you need a ticket?”

“So the writer can review the show and tell the readers all about it. Our boss is trying to appeal to the younger readers and she’s convinced this is the way to do it, through this group.”

“What will happen if you can’t get the ticket?” He asks, eyes wide with worry.

I shrug. “My boss will be very, very pissed. I don’t plan on finding out though. I’ve got a few more days, it always works out in the end, one way or another.”

He watches me carefully. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”

I grin as our meals arrive, steaming hot and smelling incredible. We eat in silence for a while, enjoying the taste. I watch as the noises and faces Taehyung pulls assure me of the fact that he’s very impressed and my chest swells with pride for my friend.

I do, however, let my mind wander into thinking about hearing those noises of appreciation in other aspects. Like me...on my knees...underneath this table. Snapping myself out of less than innocent thoughts, I focus on my meal.

Why couldn’t I control myself? Why did everything about him appeal to me in such a powerful way? Is it because I haven’t had sex for over a year? Or is it simply that he is just the perfect specimen of a man? Maybe both.

“That was amazing. I’m blown away.” He sat back in his seat, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“I’m glad you liked it! Yoshi will be thrilled.” I beam and take a long drink of my cold lemonade, hoping it cools the heat inside me. I could feel tiny beads of sweat forming down my back and along the nape of my neck.

We sit and talk until Emiko returns to clear our plates and Taehyung asks for the check.

“I’m afraid, I cannot stay out late with you tonight.” He says solemnly.

I try to ignore the disappointment I feel; not ready for this date to be over. “Ah, that’s ok, I know you’re busy.”

He shakes his head and puts his hand on top of mine, leaning forward. I mirror him automatically. The warmth of his palm slowly flows through me and my eyes can’t help but float down to our touching skin. His hand feels soft and yet strong with his long, delicate fingers enveloping mine. I look back up to his intense eyes blazing into mine.

“It’s not that, It’s just—” He pauses looking away, my stomach drops as I’m left wondering as to what on earth he’s going to say. He doesn’t want to see me any more? He’s not attracted to me? He sees me more as a friend? What excuse is it going to be this time?

“...I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.” He says, his face so serious it takes me a few moments to register the words that have just left his mouth. Relief swamps me as I feel myself relax back into my seat and laughter vibrate through my body. He joins me, his boxy grin spread across his face but as he does, he lifts my hand, turning it over and laces his fingers through mine.

My laughter fades, and I look down at our entwined fingers. Normally, an action like this so soon after meeting would have me running for the hills, but with him, it just felt...right.

“Is this ok?” He asks hesitantly, a crimson shadow forming on his cheeks.

I nod and swallow; my mouth suddenly dry. “Yes.” I reply simply, frozen in shock.

He relaxes a little and leans forward on his elbows, his thumb gently tracing small circles on the back of my hand.

“I should go back to my hotel…”

“But?” I query.

He side smiles, looking up at me seductively through long lashes and the sight is enough to make my belly clench. “I really don’t want to.”

My heart knocks violently against my ribcage at his admission. “I don’t want you to either.” I blurt out, surprising myself.

His eyes widen slightly before he side-smiles again and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad it’s not just me. I cannot tell what you think about me.”

I let out a small, slightly nervous laugh. “Is it not obvious?” I raise an eyebrow, surely he must be joking. I have never been so red, flustered and embarrassed with a guy in my whole laugh.

He shakes his head. “Not really, sometimes I think I know where your head is and yet at other times it’s hard to read you. I wish I knew what you were thinking.”

It's almost a question; giving me the option not to feel obliged to answer, but I don’t want to leave him hanging and wondering. Maybe laying my cards out on the table wouldn’t be such a bad thing, before I get in too deep.

I lean on my elbows that rest on the table and angle myself towards him slightly. “Ok, just so you know where my head is at…” I shift slightly under his now intense stare, as he hangs on my words. “I like spending time with you, and even though we’ve only just met...I feel I’ve known you for a long time, which is rare for me, to have such a sudden connection. I find you insanely attractive that it’s hard to think straight when I’m around you.” He beams at that and a deep crimson glow burns his face.

“We seem to have a lot in common and I’m definitely enjoying our time together and getting to know you. You have an air of mystery about you and to be honest, it just makes me more intrigued to find out more about you. Since I met you at the museum, you have been on my mind more than I was expecting and this…” I lift up our joined hands. “would have frightened me to the point of running and hiding, if it was with anyone but you.” I say, quite fast, the words leaving me in a rush, as the urgency of having to say them takes hold of me.

I exhale and hesitantly meet his stare.

His boxy grin is wider than ever as his eyes sparkle with excitement. I find myself mirroring his smile.

“I’ve got to admit, I was not expecting that but a part of me was hoping you felt that way.” He beams. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can completely be myself, no personas, no hiding, just me. I’m not too experienced in matters of the heart and this is a first for me; feeling this way. You’re so beautiful that it’s distracting especially because I find you fascinating and I want to know every little thing about you. Every story, every thought, everything but when you talk or smile, I can’t help but want to kiss you.” He stops, leaving that last part hanging heavy in the air.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips while he watches me. My stomach tightens with anticipation, hoping he will, waiting for him to lean in and do it. I stare at his mouth, heart beating so hard that it’s all I can hear pounding in my ears.

He leans forward until he’s just inches from my face, his scent swirling around me, his soft, plump lips inviting me, calling to me, when the screen doors to our booth open abruptly.

Taehyung is back against his seat in a flash, his hand no longer touching me and I suddenly feel cold without his skin against mine.

My head snaps up, only to be met with Yoshi’s grinning face.

“Hey guys, I hope you were happy with your meals?” He asked, eyes eager for approval, completely oblivious to the moment he just disturbed.

I slump back in my seat. “Perfect as always, Yoyo.” I smile, trying to hide the disappointment that swells inside me.

“Yes, it was amazing. I will definitely be returning before the end of my trip.” Taehyung says softly, offering a bow of his head.

Yoshi slaps him on the back, the action making Taehyung’s eyes pop with surprise and I muffle a laugh behind my hand.

“Thanks man, I really appreciate that. You’re welcome here anytime, just drop by and I'll make sure you’re taken care of.”

Taehyung smiles and nods. “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

“Here’s your bill.” He places the little, leather book with the paper inside on the table. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds get back to your date, we have a ‘no fondling, foreplay or sexual activity’ rule here though, so be sure to take that outside if the mood strikes.”

My icy glare burns into him as he grins and closes the doors before I can throw something at him. I hear his laughter and his footsteps as he leaves.

I look over at Taehyung who is fighting a laugh himself.

“Don’t you start.” I warn, resisting the smile that twitches the corner of my mouth.

He laughs out loud. “I love it when you scold me.”

I shake my head at him, feigning shock and unable to hide my amusement anymore. “You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

He shrugs and gives me a bashful grin, then checks his phone and groans. “I really do have to go. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s fine.” I grab my bag as he glances at the bill.

“I’m getting this, no arguments.” He says sternly. I smirk at the authority in his tone, wondering if he’s that commanding in bed too. Mind out of the gutter.

He places his cash down with a very generous tip, that has my eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

I grab my blazer and slide out of the booth. “Lets go.”

I lead the way over to Yoshi, who is busy entertaining the customers sitting around the counter where he cooks and chats away. I wave to get his attention.

“We’re off Yoshi!” I call out.

He nods, drops everything and rushes around to us. He pulls me into a quick, tight hug and before he’s even let me go he’s reaching around to shake Taehyung’s hand. I squeeze out of his grip and return to Taehyung’s side.

“Nice to meet you, man.” Yoshi waves.

“You too, thank you again.” Taehyung replies.

“My pleasure. Call me later, doll.” He points gun fingers at me and waves as he returns to his station.

We head to the doors, opening them to the heavy, night air; warmth swirling around me in a complete contrast to inside. I hear Yoshi’s voice behind me call out. “Use protection!”

I put my middle finger up behind me without even looking in his direction. His laugh bellows out before the doors shut behind us. God, I really hated him sometimes.

We walk to the car that had arrived to pick up Taehyung, the driver waiting patiently behind the wheel.

“Jump in and we’ll drop you off.” He said, opening the door for me.

I slid in across the comfy, fabric seats. Taehyung spoke to the driver then climbed in next to me. I was surprised to see the black partition between us and the driver and the small, dark curtains covering all the windows. I’ve never seen a car with these before, how odd.

My thoughts are interrupted by his hand on mine, the heat from his soft skin, searing through me. I look over to find he’s watching me from the corner of his eye, he gives me a side smile and I thread my fingers through his.

“You know, Yoshi did say something before you came in…” He says into the quiet.

My stomach drops, nervous with apprehension. “What?”

“He...mentioned your ex.”

I felt a small flare of anger course through me. How dare he speak to Taehyung about him. Why bring up my past with someone I might have a future with? I let out a long breath. “What did he say?”

Taehyung looks hesitant. “Not much, honestly. Just said you dated a real arsehole, who broke your heart in the worst way. Then you came in, he didn’t get to finish.”

Thank god. This was my business to talk about, not Yoshi’s. I nod slowly.

“I think...” Taehyung cuts in quickly, worrying he’s upset me. “I think he was warning me not to hurt you, that’s why he brought it up.”

That was probably the case but I’m still pissed off at him. “That does sound like Yoshi.” I reply, quietly.

“And while I would like to hear about your past, including past relationships, I will wait until you’re ready to talk.”

I nod again, mulling that over. “Tomorrow. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, if you want to hear it.”

He squeezes my hand. “Only if you’re sure.”

I smile at him, my anger slowly extinguishing, not wanting to ruin the moment with Taehyung because of something Yoshi said.

“Do you get a lunch break at work?” He asks, randomly into the silence, breaking any tension left.

I nod and my brow furrows. “Yes, of course. Why do you ask?”

“I have a packed schedule tomorrow evening, so I cannot see you but I need to.” He hits me with that intense stare again. If I weren't already sitting, my knees would be trembling trying to hold me upright. “Are you free to meet me on your lunch break?” His pleading eyes melt my insides.

I feel heat race from my chest to my cheeks as my blush spreads. “For you? Of course.”

He smiles, genuine excitement in his eyes and he looks down at our joined hands. Sitting this close to him, arms and thighs almost touching, so close and yet, so far. The urge to shift closer to him is almost overwhelming but for some reason I resist. There’s an invisible current I can feel from his body to mine, almost electric, sending tingles through my body.

“Taehyung, we’re here.” A voice sounds out from a speaker somewhere making me jump and interrupting my thoughts. I realise then, the car has stopped, too focused on the sheer magnetism I could feel towards him.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.” He climbs out, hand only leaving mine for a second before he’s grasping it again to gently pull me out the car. He leads me up the steps to my door and when I turn to him to say goodnight, we’re suddenly face to face, inches apart.

My heart knocks rapidly against my ribcage, even as my lungs seem to stop working and my breath stills. His hand comes up to push the hair off my shoulder and I feel him linger on my neck. Warm, long fingers slide up to hold each side of my face, as he tilts his head and suddenly, before I can think, his lips are on mine. Gentle, soft and magical.

My senses go crazy for a moment, overloaded with stimulation before I reciprocate eagerly. The taste of him like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, I want more.

He pulls away suddenly, still close enough for me to feel his harsh breathing against my face.

“Sorry, I should have asked first.” He says breathlessly.

My core is on fire, I feel ready to explode as I grab his light shirt by the collar and pull him against my lips again. My hands find their way to his neck, as I grip to keep him close to me and yet it’s not close enough. His hands wind around my waist holding me tight against his body. Heat and fire replace my thoughts, as I can only focus on my erratic heartbeat and the painful throbbing between my legs as his perfect, angular lips dance with mine.

He breaks away to breath, sending a trial of kisses across my cheek to my ear.

“Until tomorrow.” He whispers breathlessly, before gently releasing me and taking a step back. He captures my hand, brings my fingers up to his lips, like he did that first night and places a gentle lingering kiss against them.Then he’s turning abruptly, dashing down the stairs and into the car.

I stand there, dazed. Wow. Did that just happen?

I fumble with my handbag, my head feeling fuzzy and unable to control the rest of my body.

I eventually find my keys and clumsily let myself in, walking through my apartment in a trance. I mechanically get ready for bed, my body on autopilot while I replay the kiss over and over in my mind, unable to think of anything else. As I lay in bed, my phone vibrates against the top of my nightstand, pulling me out of my Taehyung daydream.

Taehyung [22.30]: Made it back in time, no pumpkins here—

I laugh. Attached to the message is a close up photo of him laying down in bed, resting on an arm, his almost ebony eyes wearing a smile and staring straight through the phone into me. He looks gorgeous. Did I just kiss him? How on earth did that happen?

My grin starts to hurt my cheeks but I can’t seem to stop it. I try to force it into just a regular smile, nothing too over the top or creepy, I fluff my hair out on the pillow and take a mirroring selfie, hitting send after.

Y/n [22.32]: Good to know, none here either 😊

Taehyung [22.33]: Haha! Good. I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow lunch time. Goodnight! 😉

I reply, wishing him a goodnight in return, just before my eyelids finally start to droop. As I drift off to sleep I replay the images of his lips moulded on mine, my fingers in his hair and his warm hands on my face, hoping he will appear in my dreams tonight.

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The Cage Of Fools

Hiya, folks! So, as previously announced, the wlw writing project continues after a break with a miniseries set back in the City of Lights - & Love - at the time of the Belle Epoque, at the turn of the century.

What does Élodie has in store for Léa? Find out in today’s chapter!

Hope you enjoy it: if you do, please consider spreading the word!

Next chapter out on Friday, I think!

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions to homophobia, violence

Tagging: @scottishqueer

Previous chapters: Paris, Paris ; One Night At The Moulin Rouge , The Handkerchief

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As I wait for her, I look around, savouring the magic atmosphere of the Moulin Rouge backstage. The mix of sweat, champagne and perfume, the lively murmur coming from behind the velvet curtains...it's like being in a world of its own. A crazy secret world where you forget about the other one, outside these walls. Your miseries, the money in your pocket which is never enough, your sorrow. They're not admitted here, this place forges dreams only. It's so different from the atelier or where I live... The door of the changing room opens up again and the sound of laughters and a bottle being popped open comes from the inside. Élodie steps out just as I turn: she changed and is now wearing more ordinary clothes. I notice that she still keeps the handkerchief in her pocket. "Thank you for your patience, my dear" she smiles, approaching with a coat in her hands. "Not joining the party?" I ask, nodding at room she has just left. She looks back for a moment then meets my gaze again and shrugs. "Not tonight"

I'm a bit confused but she's probably tired. Maybe she had a long day too and can't wait to go home and crash to bed. She just asked me to stay out of politeness, maybe for my gift... I gesture her to let me help her putting on her coat. "What way are you heading? Maybe I can walk with you for-" I start but she cuts me short. "Actually I was hoping you would join me for a drink" she says, turning to face me again. "It's too early to go to sleep and I would love some company" She takes a pauses then flashes me an encouraging smile. "If you want to, that is" I'm surprised by her invitation. Me, the seamstress getting a drink with a dancer of the Moulin Rouge? I heard stories of spectators who would fight, maybe even duel for their attention or an invitation from a woman like her and now...this? Me? I try to snap out of it but before I can formulate a single word -and thought-, she speaks again as if reading my mind. "I won't insist if you can't but you've been so kind to me, travelling all the way here to bring me back my handkerchief. And I'd love to get to know you better, seamstress-poet" Her voice softens imperceptibly when she pronounces the epithet she gave me when we first met, in this very same corridor one week ago: seamstress-poet. I still hardly feel like a poet but I feel flattered: it's the second time she used it tonight as if she was quite...fond of it. And she remembered my name too. I'm quite tired to be honest, the hard work of the past few days is kicking in and for some reason my mind goes back to Marie, who's probably now sitting alone at the dinner table after saving some stew for me. She will be worried if I come home too late...yet I find the invitation alluring. And the brave, patient smile on Élodie's lips makes it even harder to decline her offer. "Yes, sure, why not?" I sigh, smiling shyly. "I'm not sure I can stay long but I'd love to". I button up my coat and Élodie claps her hands, her face brightening up. "Marvellous! Drinks on me, no arguing" she winks. Then she wraps her arm around mine and we walk into the court that leads to the main street. The moon is almost full up there in the sky and looks like she's bashfully hiding behind a veil of clouds: what made her so shy tonight? I shake my head at my silly thoughts. The night is cold, I wonder if the temperature will go below zero during the night: thank God tomorrow is my day off, I won't have to sew in miserable conditions. "So, where to, my dear friend?" Élodie asks. "Do you know any good place to go?" An inviting warmth spreads from her arm linked to mine, from our proximity. I don't have to hug myself to shake away the cold. "Mmh...I know a bar in Montmarte. I usually go there with my friends" I say, considering. "With the nice boy who lead you backstage and is not your boyfriend?" she teases, playfully. "Very well then, lead the way, mademoiselle!" I oblige but I stop after a moment. I frown: I completely forgot today's the closing day. Even a week ago we had to go somewhere else, but I can't remember where. I just followed the boys, still drunk of the wondrous performance at the Moulin. Élodie reassures me not to worry about it, we will come up with something. She grabs her chin and looks around, pondering options. After a moment, she turns back to me. "I know a spot, it's not far actually" she says and I get the feeling that she's a bit nervous now even if she tries to look cheerful as usual. "It's probably a bit different from the bars you're used to" "I'm no high-maintenance" I chuckle since she makes it sounds like I'm used to fine things, finer at least. "And I've never been in a bar at Pigalle" The thought thrills me: I know there are places I could afford but we've never been here on our nights out. We usually end up in the suburbs or down the river...Pigalle is a bit too far away from our usual routes. But it also has a reputation: they say it's the place where everyone can find their thrills. I know that some refers to the prostitues walking the streets night and day but I don't care. "No? Oh well...then to The Cage of Fools!" Élodie exclaims. "The Cage of Fools?" I laugh. "As long as you don't drag me straight to the asylum!" She laughs too, gently pushing me forward. "Why would I do that? They don't serve alcohol there!" True to her words, the place is ten minutes away or so it seems to me: I might be too distracted chatting with my new friend to notice but it wasn't far. Set at the corner of a back alley, I wouldn't have taken the Cage of Fools for a bar if I hadn't known better. It looks like a tavern with old worn wooden doors and painted glasses so smoky or dirty that you can't really see the inside. Even the sign threatens to fall any minute. The only hint of its true nature is the echo of music coming from the inside. Élodie holds the door open for me and a mix of cigarette smoke, alcohol and cheap perfumes hits my nostrils. I take a deep breath and we walk in. The place is surprisingly lively for the unassuming exterior. Tables are lined up to the sides to leave plenty of space for a dance floor at the centre. At the bottom, the bar is already crowded with costumers. At one of the stools, a singer is grazing her fingers over a little accordion just like the one one of my roommates owns. When I hear the musician's mastery, I cannot help but think it's a pity she never uses it. Élodie must be a regular here because she seems to know everyone, well almost everyone. She greets some girls chatting and playing cards at a table nearby, who kindly offer to make room for our coats. "You're early today" one of them comments as we take them off. "So what, complaining already, sweetness?" Élodie retorts, eliciting a round of laughters from the table. "She's just afraid of the competition, sunshine" another giggles before getting a shove on the shoulder from her friend who spoke first. Élodie rolls her eyes, smiling. "I'm here with a friend" she says, gesturing me to step closer. "Here, this is Léa, be kind to her, it's her first time here. Léa, my favourite foolish friends" The ladies turn towards me at unison and look at me in a way I cannot describe. Is it surprise the unreadable expression on their faces? Or else? Slightly embarassed, I wave my hand and greet them. "Ah, so this is the Léa" the one who hasn't spoken yet says, her eyes wandering between me and Élodie. "Nice to finally make your acquaintance, mademoiselle" "The Léa? I..." I start, confused, but my friend interrupts me. As a new popular jig starts playing -apparently there's a little orchestra too, not just a solo singer-, she drops our coats into the lap of one of the ladies and exclaims. "Oh I love this tune! The dance floor is screaming my name" "The can-can hasn't tired you out?" I joke, making room for her. Élodie reaches for my hand and smirks. "It takes more than a can-can to do that, my dear girl. Come, let's dance!" She pulls my hand but I freeze and ask the silliest question I could have ever formulated. "Dance? But like...with me?" I've only danced with other girls in private and they were my sisters after mom fell asleep. Oh and Marie when she wanted to rehearse beforehand in case Alain asked her to dance. I've never done it in...public. Élodie shrugs, half amused. "Afraid people will stare? Trust me, it's fine here. So, shall we?" Another sudden realisation hits me: I have never danced with a professional only for fun and when I was a bit tipsy. Or yes, where nobody could see me. I will embarrass myself... "I-I don't know the steps" I admit, blushing. Élodie smiles and pulls my hand again. "I can teach you but the real secret is...don't think, just feel the rhythm and move" When we reach the other dancing couples, I'm still unsure of what to do. I'm suddenly nervous, almost regretting being here. I stand in the position I usually take when we go dancing with the guys. Élodie looks at me, still half amused half....I don't now, maybe it's pity? "Is this how you dance with your non-boyfriend?" she asks but I sense no judgement or derisive intent in her playfulness. Then she takes my hand and places it on her shoulder. "You know what? It's fine, I'll dance the man part to make it easier for you" she winks. "But we have to stand a bit closer" A shiver runs down my spine when she wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer until our faces are inches apart and our bodies flushed together. When she speaks again, I can feel her breath on my lips. "And now showtime" she whispers, leading me into the fast paced dance. It's hard to keep pace and not step on her foot at first but she leads with confidence and tells me what to do every now and then. We bump into other couples but nobody seems to care and I don't even have to worry about falling because her arm keeps me steady. I've never danced like this, not even with other girls: she just makes it sound easy, fun. Soon I relax and gain a little bit of confidence to try some moves of my own, Élodie welcomes them with enthusiastic cheers. Just like at the Moulin Rouge the world seems to spin faster and be suddenly lighter. She must feel the same way because she's smiling again. When the tune comes to an end, we exchange a look and wait the next one. Now that my embarrassment has gone, I'm not leaving the dance floor so soon! We keep dancing, careless and free. And as we do so, thanks to less furious jigs and songs, I notice something that God knows why, I missed earlier when we entered. Élodie was right: this place is different from the bars my friends and I usually end the night in. I don't know why it took me all this time to realise such an evident detail but...on the dance floor there are only other women dancing with women and men dancing with men. Pretty much the same goes for the table or the niches or the bar. Some men are in feminine clothes and wear a wig and a rouge on their lips just like girls do; some women, included the singer, are in a masculine attire. Like cheap tuxedos and high hat or blouses and papillon that makes them look young ephebic dandies. I have never been in a place like this. I catch girls throwing lingering looks at me, taking in my full figure as I spin laughing in Élodie's arms. One even gallantly tips her hat at me and mouths something I cannot understand. I shrug smiling to signal I couldn't make out a single word and she smiles back, rising her glass. It's weird and new. I'm used to men asking to dance or dropping compliments when I'm out with my friends but women never look at me this way. At least, if they did, I have never noticed so far. Generally they're either friends or colleagues or clients who only check themselves in the mirror as I fix their clothes. This is different, this is like...being seen, regarded, admired maybe if someone likes what they see. The thought makes me blush furiously and I rest my head on Élodie's shoulder. I breathe in her scent and smile, thrilled and surprised to feel her head leaning over mine. Our hearts pound madly in our chests. We dance until I'm out of breath and ask for a little pause. Élodie takes my hand and leads me to the bar. We find two empty stools and take a seat. She asks me what I'll have and remind me that drinks are on her. Then she calls the bartender, they must know each other. "Pierrette! A glass of your finest cider for my friend here and the usual for me" She turns back to me. I'm still panting, my cheeks on fire. "You did incredibly well to be someone who 'doesn't know the steps'" "I just followed your lead" I laugh, dismissing her compliment. "You're kind but I'm a terrible dancer. Especially compared to you but it was fun" She throws me a smile veiled by the smoke of the cigarette she accepted from a guy, another friend or acquaintance I wager. "You should dance more often then. If you need a partner..." Our conversation is interrupted by the bartender approaching with our drinks. Pierette is one of those men in feminine clothes and has an incredibly sweet and welcoming smile. I tell her so when she hands me my cider and places a glass of cognac in front of my friend. "Thank you, Pierrette, you're a sweetheart" Élodie smiles, dropping coins in her hand and pulling her close to press a kiss on her cheek. The bartender bows her head and hesitates a little. Turning towards me, she adds, placing a flower on the counter: "The gentleman down there sends you this, mademoiselle" I turn towards my friend first and then towards the tables and I meet the gaze of the lady in tuxedo who tipped her hat at me while I was dancing. She courtly bows her head with a charming smile before resuming playing cards. The little violet must have been pinned to her jacket. "Look at you, already an admirer" Élodie comments, blowing off smoke. "That was...unexpected" "Do you like her? Would you like to go thank her?" I consider it for a moment: I probably should but she's playing and my friend invited me here. "Maybe later" I shake my head. "I'm here with you" I rise my glass for a toast and I think I see Élodie blushing a little at my words for the first time. "To our night out, to a new friendship" she proposes and we cling our glasses. We smile at each other then I divert my eyes, embarassed: I don't want my new friend to get the impression that I'm staring on anything. My eyes falls back on the little violet. "So, tell me, Léa, what brings a seamstress-poet like you in the City of Lights?" My story is pretty simple, actually. I tell her about my job at the atelier, a refreshing change from my maid years but at the time it was my only way out of my miserable provincial town. I share a few details of my life there, my father working as a fisherman... "Did your father fish oysters too? I think they do that up North" Élodie asks, pondering. "Oh yes, sometimes during the winter" "Ever found any pearl inside?" I laugh: I wish we did! "Had we, I would have never taken that maid job!" Élodie gives me a long lingering look before speaking again. "Maybe the reason why you never found one is simple. Maybe you are a tiny shining pearl" Sudden warmth spreads inside me, embracing my chest and the tip of my ears. "Don't tell me no one called you 'the pearl of Roscoff' back there" she adds, charming. "No, I was simply Léa, Gilles' daughter back there. If they remembered my name, that is" I shrug. "Weird people the folks of the North: they call themselves the best fishermen yet they cannot recognise a pearl when they see it" "Maybe they thought I was a mermaid" I joke to conceal how her words fluster me. Élodie seems to consider the possibility for a moment then she leans closer, our faces inches apart from each other again, and she sniffs my hair, my neck. The gesture is playful but also sensual. I don't know if that was her aim but I shut my eyes, grateful she can't hear my heart now. "No, you're not. You don't smell of tar or seaweed...and you have no tail" she declares, parting. I make a scene to look relieved as I hope she didn't notice the red on my the tip of my ears. She smiles, a gleam in her eyes. "And you?" I inquiry. "Tell me more about you" She gives a long look then drowns her drink. She tells me that she's been a dancer since the day she arrived here. Even before, actually. She started small but soon joined the dancing crew at Les Folies Bergere: I could have find her performing at the prestigious music hall a couple of months ago. She liked it there, the music acts were glorious but when she heard about the auditions for the Moulin Rouge she decided to give it a try. Why not, she thought. The rest is history. I'm amazed at how she speaks so casually of places that ignite the dreams of common girls like me, used to ordinary music halls and bars. "Do you regret leaving Les Folies?" I ask, taking a last sip of cider. "Not really, no. I still have friends there, they invite me to their acts but the Moulin is where I belong now, where I want to be. You see-" A loud ruckus suddenly erupts and people in the front start screaming. "Shit!" Élodie curses before quickly jumping off her stool. It all happens in the blink of an eye. I turn and see gendarmes pushing their way through the scared crowd that was dancing until a moment ago. Until their arrival. "Enough of your little party, you're under arrest" I hear them yell, cold and angry. Blood runs cold in my veins but I feel Élodie hands grabbing mine and pushing me off my stool too. "Follow me and run. Run!" She doesn't have to tell me twice. We sprint off in the panicked crowd, desperate for a way to escape the raid like everyone else. I only make out one voice among the screams of panic and the shouts of the gendarmes. "We're not doing anything wrong! Leave us alone" a woman is saying but she has little success against their wrath. Too soon the sinister whistle of a baton and the sound of a broken nose reach ears. Cold fear makes me shiver. "Shut up, degenerate! Secure the exits!" "This way, Léa, this way!" Élodie says, keeping pushing forward with the force of despair. We enter what looks like a storage room or a canteen and we keep running towards the door. We're halfway when Élodie let me move ahead as if shielding me from the chaos and panic coming from the main hall. More gendarmes are storming in and the door in front of us seems like our only way out. We're almost there when it slams open and another man in uniform materialises. As he spots us, he sneers and launches forward. I let out a shriek "Where do you think you're going?" he spits, furious. I duck just in time to avoid his baton and before I process what's happening, I hear him wincing. I look back and Élodie still has a fist mid air; then she grabs his shoulders and kick him hard in the groin. The gendarme collapses to the floor whining loudly. Panting, she reaches me and I grab her hand. "Run, Léa, run!" We both sprint off into the street outside and keep pushing forward and against our fatigue as we hear the shouts of other gendarmes in the distance, the echo of their boots appraching. We exchange a look and take a brisk turn to the left then one another, hoping to confuse the guards. We keep running hand in hand until our breath is short and I can hardly recognise the streets anymore. Where are we? Élodie pulls me into a back alley at the corner of a church. My knees threaten to fail to sustain me any longer but she puts an end to our mad run. We hide behind a lateral arc, the niche of a secondary access to the building but the heavy door is now closed. We both pant and I'm about to say something when Élodie spying the street nearby, places one hand on my mouth gesturing me to keep as quiet as possible. I look at her confused and a little scared but then I understand. "You sure they went this way?" The voice of a man, one of the gendarmes chasing us. "I thought so but I don't see anyone" another adds. "You stupid ass, we should have taken the other turn!" "Hey calm down, hot-head! Do you think I had fun running all the way here?" They're panting too. "They went the other way, I told you!" "What makes you so sure? Let...let me check the alley here?" Panic runs through my veins and we both hold our breath despite the exhaustion of the long run. Echoes of steps and a flash of light approaching on the ground. "I don't know, I think I see something" The lights moves closer and now a second set of steps resounds. His colleague must have followed him. I brace myself for the worst. Out of the blue a stray cat meets the light and hisses angrily before running off into the night. I hear a laughter. "Oh fuck off!" "You saw a cat? A fucking cat?" The light moves the other way: we're safe even if it was so close, too close. "Not a word, you moron" "The pussies went the other way, no point in wasting time with a cat" Another derisive laughter echoes. Élodie retrieves her hand but we keep silent until we cannot hear any steps in the distance. Then we let out a laughter, a nervous laughter to soothe our nerves. We even crack a joke about our fortuitous save. When our giggles die out though, Élodie goes quiet for a moment before breaking the silence again. "I'm sorry, I've been foolish...I shouldn't have taken you there" Her voice is somber and her lips are curled in a grimace. "Why? I liked the place and...and I even got to dance with a dancer of the Moulin Rouge: it doesn't happen every day" I say, trying to brighten the mood. I got quite a scare though and my heart is pounding like mad. Élodie smiles weakly, struggling to recover her usual mirth. "I ruined our night" "No...no, don't be silly" I wince and pull her into a hug. I don't even know what I'm doing, I just follow my instinct. I cannot bear the inconsolable guilty look on her face...I want to make it go away and see the cheerful, playful girl who was chatting and dancing with me an hour ago. Élodie hugs me back and I breath in the mix of spices and smoke radiating from her. When we finally part, our eyes meet again. Hers are so pristine like water or the stars floating in the sky above. I feel her hands cupping my cheeks, her thumb stroking my cheek as she did earlier to wipe off her rouge. She's searching my face, I don't know what she's looking for. We're so close, my breath catches again at our proximity. But suddenly she lowers her eyes and hangs her head as if in defeat. Did I do something wrong? What did she read on my face? After a moment she looks at me with a weak smile. "It's getting late and that was enough trouble for one night. Let's find a way to get you home safe and sound" A little confused and disappointed, I take her arm and we wander off into the Main Street. We soon bump into a carriage letting off its passengers and we runs towards it. I still get the feeling there was more than she actually said in her words. Élodie asks the driver to stop in a square I'm not familiar with...I cannot tell if we're in Montmarte or Pigalle. She turns towards me. "That's my stop, I live just over there" she says, pointing at a building round the corner of a street. "I'll give you some coins for your ride and he will take you home" She offers me a bunch of franques and drops them in my hand. I'm about to decline but she places one finger on my lips and closes her hand over mine. "It's the least I can do after all the trouble" "You have nothing to ask forgiveness for" I say, reading what must be going on in her mind. She gives me a tired smile and takes my free hand in hers. "Then tell me we will meet again. You will come visit me again" I smile nodding. We will meet again. "Promise?" "Promise" Her face softens and relaxes a little. She even offers me a brighter smile. Then she rises my hand to her lips and presses a feather like kiss on my knuckles. "Until we meet again, Léa" She takes off of the carriage and hands some coins to the driver before taking a step back and waving me one last goodbye. And she's walking away. The driver asks me where to go now, I stretch out of the window and tell him my address. His wip whistles and we're off into the night. As the carriage takes me away in the night, I sigh and fall back into my seat. Warmth radiates from the hand she held and brought to her lips. I close my eyes and bring it to my chest. My heart pounds just like when we were so close I could feel her breath on my lips in that arc. Or when she called me 'the pearl of Roscoff'.

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Garak - “So, you like me?”

Requested by an anon here and user Indirect_Detective on Wattpad. I combined the two requests: “I wonder if I could please request a DS9 Garak x reader imagine where the normally quiet plus-size reader flirts with Garak in front of everyone and leaves him flustered but in the end he just kisses her and everyone cheers?” and “Could you do a Garak x reader? Him coming to terms with loving the reader and finally trying to admit is but doctor Bashir keeps cutting in and ruining the moment. Garak finally gets the reader alone and compliments the reader (looks and personality) as he's hemming readers uniform before opening up to the reader” and “ Word count: Just over 1k Warnings/notes: None that I can think of Tag list: @wraith-queen-todd, @naivara-duneimith, @thisismysecrethappyplace - if you would like to be removed from or added to a tag list, please let me know!

“How’s your food?” you asked before putting a forkful of your own into your mouth.

“It is decent,” Garak replied. “And yours?”

You nodded. “It’s good. We should check out that new restaurant some time. Dax tells me it’s good.”

“Hm. Well, hasn’t Dax also eaten Klingon gagh before? Can we really trust her taste buds?”

You laughed. “Point taken, but we should still try it.”

“Perhaps next week’s lunch can be there.”

You pushed your food around on your plate. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we could go in the evening sometime.”

Garak looked to you. “And break our routine of having lunch together?” he asked teasingly. “Are you feeling all right?”

You smiled slightly. “I was just thinking maybe it could be like a date. If you want.”

“A date,” Garak repeated.

You looked up, trying to read his expression. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking or feeling, so you took in a deep breath and decided that if you were going to tell Garak how you felt, you should be direct. “Yeah, a date. Between two people who maybe want to be in a relationship together. I can’t speak for you, but I know I would be more than happy to try it and see where it takes us. I really like you, Garak, and not just as a friend. I think… I think I might be falling in love with you.”

Garak didn’t say anything. He just looked at you with an expression in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m sorry if I’m just kind of springing this onto you,” you said quickly, “I just don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.”

Before Garak could reply, Julian approached your table. “Mind if I join you two?”

You looked at him then at Garak. You didn’t want to be rude, but you also really wanted to hear what Garak was thinking.

“Please, have a seat,” Garak said, standing. “I should be on my way, anyway.”

Your heart dropped.

“You haven’t finished your food,” Julian said.

“Oh, I’m quite full, thank you.” He shot you a soft smile. “Thank you for the company, Y/N. I shall see you in my shop later to fix your ripped uniform.”

You mentally swore. You had forgotten that you had an appointment with him. You already knew that was going to be painfully awkward.

Julian sat down next to you and smiled, completely oblivious to what had just occurred. “So, how’s your day going?”

“Fine, how’s yours?” you asked, not wanting to admit that you were starting to feel as though it might be one of the worst days you’ve had in a while.

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“I’m terribly sorry that our dear doctor interrupted our lunch earlier,” Garak said as he worked on fixing the fraying seams on your uniform.

You smiled slightly and shrugged a shoulder contralateral to the side he was working on. “It’s all right. Julian just loves to be around his friends sometimes, you know? Though I guess I was hoping to spend some more time with you. Alone.”

Garak cleared his throat. “I’m done on this section. If you wouldn’t mind turning ninety degrees to your left, I’ll work on the other portion of your uniform. How you Starfleet officers get your uniforms so tattered and ripped is beyond me.”

Despite the tension, you laughed and turned. “Thank God we have such a talented tailor on board to help us.”

Garak hummed and began his work.

“So,” you said after a few silent moments. “Have you thought about what I said earlier?”

“I did.”

“You did?” you asked. Your heartbeat started to quicken as thoughts of the many possible responses he could have started running through your head.

He nodded, fingers carefully fixing the fabric of your clothing. “Yes. I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly. I needed some time to think of how to properly respond, though I now realize I should have told you that then rather than now.”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

“Until you said what you did, I hadn’t realized just how much I appreciate the time we spend together and that the time we spend together is my favourite time of the week. You make me happy Y/N, and I want to spend more time with you. Much more.”

Butterflies were starting to swarm in your stomach. “You do?”

“If the offer of a date is still on the table, I would like to accept.”

“I—yeah, yeah, it’s still on the table.”

“Good. Then how about tomorrow night after your shift ends?”

A wide smile broke out on your face. “That sounds great.”

“So, you like me?” you asked after a few moments.

Garak looked to you, holding the hem of your shirt tightly. “Was I not clear enough? I’ll admit I’m out of practice with this sort of thing,” he said, sounding a little insecure.

“No, you were fine. I was trying to make a pun. Get it? So sounds like sew, like sewing?”

A faint smile formed. “Ah, yes, that is amusing.”

“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never really done this before. Admit my feelings in this way, that is.”

Garak straightened and made eye contact with you. “Why did you admit them? Not that I’m not grateful that you did.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve always been so insecure. I don’t have an average body type and I’m so shy that it’s hard for me to get to know people. But with you I feel so free. I don’t feel insecure when I’m around you. It’s like I can just be myself without having to worry about how you might react.”

Garak took your hands in his gently. “My dear Y/N, you are absolutely stunning in every way possible. When you walk into a room I can’t help but stare.”

You blushed and smiled. “Thank you… I’ve never felt this way about someone else before. I’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone.”

“Neither have I,” he said. His eyes moved downwards momentarily before going back up to your eyes. “May I kiss you?”

You smiled wider and nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

Garak smiled and placed a hand on your cheek gently before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

When the kiss ended, Garak pressed his forehead against yours. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

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fatalezr · 3 years

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A form of justice - Epilogue

“Detective Constable Rebecca Davidson”

The crowd applauded as Rebecca stepped on to the stage in dress uniform and walked to the Commissioner. She smiled at Rebecca, who beamed and felt on top of the world. They shook hands and Rebecca joined the other new recruits to the Metropolitan Police in formation on the stage.

“Well done” whispered her classmate Adil, as she joined him by his side. He looked fine in his dress uniform with his turban celebrating his Sikh heritage.

“Thanks, you too” she whispered back, and they joined in the applause as more new recruits were introduced to the room, all filing into position at the side of the stage. Rebecca looked out into the crowd. She saw her parents sitting proudly in the middle, with Kate and DCI Sullivan sat by their sides.

The Comissioner finished introducing the recruits and gave a short address on the need for understanding in officers, understanding of situation, culture, belief and circumstance. She finished her remarks and the room stood to applause. A photographer moved in front of the group of recruits and took photographs. Rebecca imagined her fellow classmates were all having one of the best days of their lives, the culmination of a rigorous training and interview process. Her mind briefly flashed to her own interview with Assistant Commissioner Locke. She frowned as she remembered the feeling of betrayal when she had seen him in Mulvaney’s brothel. She remembered standing over him, pistol raised.

She broke from her memories as the photographer finished and the group broke up, recruits going to their family and friends in the room. Her mother ran up to her as best as she could in the heels she was wearing for the first time, wearing a crisp cream skirt suit. She beamed and embraced Rebecca tightly.

“Oh darling, we’re so proud of you” she said, pulling Rebecca close to her, “you look, oh, you look so happy”. She had tears in her eyes.

“Thanks Mum” Rebecca told her and broke from her hug to be embraced by her father. He kissed her on the cheek.

“Well done” he told her. He was not a man of many words, but she appreciated that today was a proud day for him too. He had even put on a tie for the occasion.

“Michael wanted to be here too” her mum said, “but Nina’s been sick and Emma couldn’t get the time off work”. Rebecca assured her mother that it was fine. Her brother had already video called her and it had been nice to see her 6-month old niece, even if she was feeling under the weather.

“Alright, Rook” a familiar voice said, and Rebecca turned to Kate who had joined the group, back in her familiar leather jacket and jeans look.

“I’m the rookie now?” Rebecca asked her.

“Damn straight” Kate told her, “and I’m expecting a decent coffee on my desk first thing every morning Rook”. She winked at her and they both chuckled.

“Oi, leave her alone” said DCI Sullivan, who walked to join the group. He wore his full dress uniform “Congratulations Detective Constable” he said, and they shook hands warmly.

“Thank you sir” Rebecca replied, “I couldn’t have done it without you”.

“You could and you would” he assured her. “Look, I can’t stay” he said sadly, “plenty of meetings to attend as you can imagine but I can leave you DS Belmont for the day. It was lovely to have met you” he turned to Rebecca’s parents politely.

“Thank you sir” she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow”. Sullivan smiled and left. He looked healthier, Rebecca thought. The Mulvaney case was stressful but was now in its final stages. The man himself was dead, his assets were in the hands of the Met and they had been able to bring comfort to many of the victims of his organisation. The remaining senior members of the gang were now being rounded up and those that could had already fled the city. Sullivan had been widely praised at the Met for helping to break the organisation down. There was still a lot of speculation both in the force and the media about what had transpired on Mulvaneys last day. Had one of his own turned on him? Was there another gang trying to take control of his network? Sullivan and his team had concluded it must be the former, but it was still hard to be sure. The guns that had shot Mulvaney were in the hands of two men who were also dead. Had they all died in a shootout together? Rebecca and Kate had stayed silent as theories were bandied across the rooms and with the team as they drank together.

“The bastard is dead” Kate had finally declared to Afidi over a pint, “that’s the main thing. How he got there doesn’t really matter to me”.

Rebecca took her mother’s arm and they walked from Scotland Yard to a nearby restaurant with her father and Kate. September was being typically warm and sunny, and they sat outside and chatted. Kate probed Rebecca’s parents for all the embarrassing stories about when she was a child, and her mother gladly regaled tales of when she was young and in school plays or when she had won a medal at sports day. Her parents were proud and Rebecca allowed herself to soak in and enjoy the day - she had worked hard and it was nice to receive the rewards alongside the people she loved.

“Decent job, good friends, now all we need is a decent man for you Rebecca” her mother finally said.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Mum, please, I’m happy, that’s the main thing”.

“Don’t worry Mrs Davidson, I’m doing my best to help her out” Kate said mischievously. She winked at Rebecca, who just shook her head.

“Cheers Kate, and shall we talk around anyone you’re dating at the moment?” she shot back.

“I’m doing ok for myself” Kate said, grinning at her.

“Well who knows?” Rebecca’s mother said, “maybe next time we visit there will be a nice gentleman to introduce me too! Matthew, we’d best get the bill. Don’t want to be late for the train”. Her father duly flagged down a waiter and paid for the meal and Rebecca hugged both her parents as they all said goodbye at Charing Cross station. She waved at them as they headed to their train.

“And now time for celebration part two!” Kate declared, taking her arm and leading her through Trafalgar Square towards Piccadilly. She took her to a rooftop bar and they sipped on a glass of wine together. “I hope you don’t mind” Kate said, “but I might have invited a couple of friends”. She waved at someone behind Rebecca and she turned to see Marcus and Sunita striding towards them. They all embraced together and wished Rebecca many congratulations before pouring some more wine into glasses.

Marcus sat next to Rebecca and took advantage of Kate and Sunita arguing to speak softly to her. “You’ve done amazing Bec” he told her, “real amazing”.

Rebecca smiled, happy to be in his company. She had bought him the drink she promised after Mulvaney was killed and the two had been on a few dates together in recent weeks. She kissed him and felt safe in his arms where they sat.

“Oi you two, still other people here” Sunita chided them. She downed the rest of her wine. “Come on Kate, let’s leave them to it”.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Kate told them, getting up and putting on her jacket.

“What on earth wouldn’t you do?” Rebecca asked her.

Kate thought for a second. “Probably a fair point” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow Bec”. Her and Sunita left Marcus and Rebecca together and walked off, still debating whatever subject they had landed on.

“So how about a nice dinner on me?” offered Marcus.

“Well i’d prefer to eat it off a plate but other than that, sure” said Rebecca, chuckling. She kissed him again. “You’re pretty awesome Marcus”

“Nowhere near as much as you” he replied tenderly. “Seriously, I even cleaned my house this morning”.

“Oh, bit presumptuous maybe?” she teased him. “You’re gambling a lot on dinner”.

They laughed together. Rebecca was distracted as a waiter brought over a bottle of champagne. “A bottle from a gentleman, Madam” he said, presenting it to her. It was a fine Moet Chandon.

“Oh Marcus, you shouldn’t have” she told him.

“Erm...I didn’t” he replied.

Rebecca looked at the waiter puzzled. “No Madam, a gentleman in the corner”. He indicated towards a corner where a tall armchair had its back to her. “Shall I serve?”

“Please” she said, “I’ll be back in a bit Marcus” she kissed him on the cheek and walked over to the armchair to get a view of the stranger who had bought them a drink. She was not surprised to see a tall man wearing a pinstriped suit and reading the Daily Telegraph whilst sipping a whiskey. “Hello George” she said, sitting in the chair opposite Mr Digby-Wright. “Thank you for the drink”

“It is my pleasure, Rebecca, my utter pleasure” he said, putting his paper down, “many congratulations on becoming a new Detective Constable”.

“Thank you” she said. “We hadn’t heard from you in recent weeks”

“Since the death of Mr Mulvaney, no” he said, “what a sad occasion that must have been” he said sarcastically and saluting her with his glass. “A most fortunate turn of events, one thinks. I had the pleasure of telling Mr Hanlon and he was not....displeased with the results”

“What happens to him now?”

“Why, he is a free man of leisure of course!” George replied merrily. “All debts are settled, the piper has been paid, the world continues turning as it always does”.

“Well, thank you again” Rebecca said, making to get up from the chair.

“Now Rebecca” he said, and she stopped. “I must say I have been very impressed with your work in recent weeks. To show judgement as you have is commendable, as is the willingness to walk into danger when it is not required of you. Such talents have naturally caught the attention of me and others within her majesty’s secret service”. He sipped some more of his drink and leaned forward towards her. “Tell me...if you were to see more injustice, would you be interested in taking similar steps to correct it?”

Rebecca said nothing and pondered his words. The killings in recent weeks had not traumatised her. She still felt justified and pleased with her actions. Could she do so again? What was George thinking? “It....could...be of interest” she said.

“Her Majesty’s servants may have need for you Rebecca. This would not be for a case. This would be for your country....and a healthy compensation” he added, smiling at her. “One might find that certain finer things in life can always be acquired”

Rebecca nodded and looked him in the eye. She saw Marcus looking at her. “I’ve got to go” she told George, “thank you again for the drink” she stood up. “I guess you know where to find me?” she asked him.

“Always, Rebecca” he said. He picked up his glass and saluted her again as she walked back to Marcus. “Until next time”

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Commissioning Color

Part two available here!

I walked swiftly through near-empty halls approaching the murmurs of the crowd before me. My heels lightly clack against the tile as you hurry, not wanting to miss a single word and hanging on to every detail that you can glean from your coworkers' hushed whispers. They have gathered by the stairwell. We have all been reluctant to inhabit these halls for too long, ever since The Handler made her proclamation of war. Was this about a new board member? Has this timeline been severely compromised? ‘Are we facing layoffs? Hmm… Maybe someone broke the coffee pot in the break room again.’

Hovering near the edge of the crowd I peered forward trying to search for a familiar presence. Someone grabbed my arm lightly and pulled me deeper into the crowd

"It took you long enough! I asked Nathan to get you like 12 minutes ago!" Naomi's warm yet agitated voice welcomed me

"I got held up wrapping up my last report."

Naomi rolled her eyes tracing the outline of her glasses "paperwork can wait, you know this."

"I know, I know. I just worry I'd forget" I said in a soft tone, slightly embarrassed as hushed echos reverberated through the stairwell.

Dot emerged from the crowd straightening her light blue dress as she climbed the first few steps with Herb only a few moments behind

" I am so excited to address you all here today! As you all are aware we are currently under new leadership! Our first steps are to rebuild the commission after the havoc wrought by The Handler. ." As Dot takes a moment to look over the crowd I join with the others as they clap and cheer.

I notice a hint of unease in Dots expression as she continues.

"That being said, we have found ourselves understaffed and have decided to welcome in a new era at The Commission!"

I glanced over to Naomi who grimaced slightly as I frowned a bit in concern.

Herb interrupted in excitement, "And with this new era we would like to extend to all of you the opportunity to explore new departments!"

Dot nodded in excitement as she continued “At this time we are currently requesting volunteers to assist in fieldwork as we search for and recruit new agents."

The room grew silent as the only sounds to be heard were a few soft groans and the shifting of clothes as a few people started to fidget anxiously.

"We believe doing this shall bring more valuable insights into all aspects of our operations and open up the chance to improve interdepartmental relations with this collaboration. We also have more positions available in supervisory roles as well as maintenance and security! If you have any interest in these positions we highly encourage you to fill out one of the forms waiting for you all in the foyer." She gestured past us with an uneasy smile.

As Herb and Dot finished their closing remarks and the stairwell began to empty I looked towards Naomi She, like several others, had just pulled a cigarette out of a small case and was just lighting it I furrow my brows in concern as I watch Herb and Dot converse quietly as they start making their way to the chairman's office.

"We're desk jockeys, not the fricking A team!" Naomi grumbled, turning to walk away unintentionally leaving me behind. I bit my lip as I began to step forward taking a slow breath as I approached Dot and Herb.

Herb perked up noticing me approaching from a rather stressful conversation I couldn't quite hear. "Bea! It's always nice to see you!"

I smiled sweetly hoping they won’t sense my stress "Likewise Herb! Dot your announcement was wonderful!" I retorted as my hands pressed lightly together.

"Thank you, though I don't believe everyone was as relax as you were to hear it!" Dot she smiled with a hint of somberness in her tone.

"Don't be too hard on yourself Dot, change puts everyone on edge when it's not followed with immediate ease after everything we went through" Herb spoke as he patted her arm.

"I was actually hoping to talk to you about that" I spoke up as Dot's back straightened inattentiveness

"I would like to volunteer for fieldwork. I understand it's difficult and that missions may not always end in my return but I want to give it my best to be able to help the commission develop as much as possible until we get more permanent field agents."

Dot smiled as Herb looked concerned at me "I really appreciate your eagerness but don't you want to think this over a bit?"

Dot tilted her head back a little in contemplation as I spoke up "I understand that I may not be the best option for a one-man cavalry but I know I am more capable than others when we're talking survival. I know I can handle myself."I grimaced slightly thinking back to stumbling upon Harvy's blood pooling onto the control panel floor days before. "We don't need to lose more in house employees to needless violence."

Dot hummed slightly before speaking up and pointing forward slightly "You know, she has a point. We also don't have any advanced missions at this time so it would be a perfect introductory point." Dot looked to Herb who shrugged reluctantly agreeing with a sigh

"Okay, you do have a poin..t. Fine, we can start filling out the forms tomorrow but Bea, I need you to know that this isn't going to be a cakewalk. Your life is going to be on the line along with the timeline. If you feel like you've ch-"

"I'm not going to change my mind." I interrupted with fierce determination clenching my fists.

Herb chuckled as he waved his hands at his side before reaching out for a handshake "Then we'll make it official tomorrow"

I shook his hand confidently extending goodbyes whilst holding back the anxiety building up in the back of my mind. Walking steadily down the hallways rounding a secluded corner. My shoes squeaked harshly against the tile as I abruptly stopped and leaned against the wall harshly whispering "Holy fuck what did I just do," as my hands gripped at the back of my head.

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The last few weeks haven't been kind to me in the least. As things progressed, my coworkers seemed reluctant to speak to me when I occasionally am in the office aside from a select few.

Iif anything on Naomi and Nathan have been more curious about what fieldwork was like, trying to find details upon how a temp would even manage to screw up so many recon and relocation missions.

“Just moving things to the right position to trigger events, not so hard is it?” Nathan caught me in a train of thought, from a mission where I had to ensure that the right bra was in just the right place to be discovered. Staying undiscovered in a housewife’s domain was more difficult than imagined.

"I think you're oversimplifying things a bit" I sighed as I sipped my coffee leaning against the counter.

"It’s just we give them such easy missions and these idiots don't even read them! They just get caught up in the whole ‘time traveler hero idea’" Nathan groaned as he ran his hands through his hair frustrated.

"At least you actually know what you're doing.” Naomi chirped with a slight sway as she drank some of her coffee. “You've managed to get every task I send through completed so far!" Granted most of them were simple tasks "Now if only they trained the rest of them the way they trained you" she retorted in a monotone frustration.

"To be fair, I haven't been sent in to actually kill anyone yet. It's mostly been recon, replace, and recruitment." I raised an eyebrow to Nathan while debating if I wanted more coffee.

"But you at least get everything done!" Nathan smiled with a clear underline of stress and frustration. "Having to clean up after all of these fuck ups is more effort than just sending them in in the first place!" He stated frowning as he leaned back against the table.

Light footsteps that had echoed through halls halted for a brief moment as a light-haired agent walked past us in an anxious hurry. Avoiding eye contact as they grabbed their coffee and left while Nathan and Naomi conversed.

Frowning, my eyebrows scrunched together with the framed masking frustration for sadness. I pushed myself off of the counter and stormed out while Naomi glanced at me concerned.

I walked swiftly to one of the control panel rooms I was assigned to for the evening. It wasn't often I was working this shift but it was enough where a little rust had developed. I tried to get familiar with the panels and screens again. I know what they were for, what to do, but the instinct of fluid movement had deteriorated. As I analyzed the screens. Glancing between the CR TVs writing down anything of note I notice something. A man with white slicked back hair sitting onto of a colorful bus with a melancholy look in his eyes.

'That.. looks familiar. Where have I seen this face before?' I glanced over to the control board biting my lip trying to keep my curiosity at bay. Debating internally if I really should be doing personal research right now. My attention is captured by a light buzzing light below the screen with the white-haired man turned orange.

I grinned as I swiftly scooted my chair to the control panel pulling plugs and replacing them with new ones while paying attention to the screens, all of them transitioned to different points in the recent timeline focusing around him. I squinted slightly trying to focus my eyes 'I swear I've seen this man before' when It finally hit me as I saw the man followed by two others with white hair.

'Oh shit!' I slumped back down in my chair gripping my mouth as I stared at the screens. I didn't know them well, but they were the first contact I had with the commission. Bringing me here nearly 5 years ago.

I could still remember the smoke billowing within the office halls building accompanied by fierce crackling flames as my vision was clouded. Being bearly able to breathe as one of their rough hands gripped my arm pulling me into them with an odd sense of warmth before teleporting me with Naomi to the commission. I grabbed my forms and set to work Immediately.

Hours passed as I analyzed the timeline playing before me on the screens trying to see where and what went wrong. A muted explosion erupted from one of the TVs as I looked overseeing one of the brothers nearly disintegrated in a matter of seconds. No orange light, I look over to another screen as one of the brothers retrieves a canister from the fireplace with confusion as it didn't have a return slot.

'Wait. No return slot?' I jot down more notes, trying to pay attention to the scene, there were a photo and coordinates I was going to have to search for later in the mission orders.

I glance over another screen before the familiar buzzing and orange light popped up once more. "Was that.. One of the Hargreaves? What the hell" I whispered more confused than before as the scene played out before me, grimacing with a wince of mimicked pain as the taller brother was stabbed in the eye. Clearly there was outside interference with the commission's orders.

This is going to take more time to analyze.

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Hours later after finally returning home after some accidental overtime I nearly tore off my heels to relieve my sore feet. I laid on the stiff leather couch in my apartment covering myself in the crochet quilt I made last summer. I was barely able to stay awake. Grabbing one of the cheesy romance novels I picked up at in the check out line on my last grocery run I attempted to fight off my drowsiness. Trying to reread the same page for the 3rd time I groaned and rubbed my eyes. An abrupt hiss from the kitchen startled me causing me to nearly fall of the couch in surprise. I sat down the book on my coffee table as I swiftly jogged over to the canister rattled in the sink.

I reached down and examined the new silver canister and opened it to examine the newest assignment. "1985, protect Martha Ross" A photo of a smiling woman with big curly hair and a heart tattoo on her neck was attached. I examined it for a moment before setting it down and starting to prepare for my mission, finally removing my wig and letting my real hair down and the side of my head breathe.

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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Peregrination > j.jk

Chapter 4.

Discovery (n) - the action or process of discovering or being discovered

“We’re leaving. We have to go before tomorrow’s practice.” Taehyung announces as you walk back from the bathroom, “Wanna leave with us?” Jimin asks nonchalantly as he stands by the door slipping on his shoes. Jeongguk eyes you wearily and you smile slightly, “Nah. It’s okay, I’ll chill for a while longer.” Jeongguk smiles widely and relaxes back into the couch before waving at his two older brothers. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.” You give a slight wave before throwing yourself on the couch next to Kookie. He chuckles before turning on the t.v. “Wanna watch a movie?” He asks as his door slams shut. You shrug and tilt your head to look over at him. “Whatever you wanna do, it’s your house.” Jeongguk stretches out on the couch, his head almost in your lap. “I missed you, y’know. When you went to go see your parents two weeks ago, it was like a part of me was missing.” Your eyes widen, “Parents?” You practically yell making Jeongguk’s eyebrow raise. “Yeah, your parents? The ones that brought you into this world?” You scramble forward to grab your phone from the table, you throat becoming tight. They’re alive?! You unlock your phone before scrolling through pictures. You gasp loudly at the pictures. They were of your parents, you with them. In your old life you had seen pictures of them in your grandmothers house. But now, here they are with you at this age! Jeongguk snorts before laying his head on your lap. “That dream must have really knocked your head around, huh?” You could almost cry in happiness but you do not know them at all. You put the phone down and look down at Jeongguk. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Shall we watch a drama?” “Uh, sure. Excuse me.” You say quickly.

You step out onto the balcony before going through your call logs. You seem to call your mother almost everyday. Did you have this relationship with her? You press the call button before leaning against the rail overlooking cars as they drive down the busy streets. The phone gives out three shrill rings before the phone picks up. “Oh? Daughter. It’s late. Are you okay?” “Mom?” You practically whisper. “Mmm?” She asks, you could almost hear a smile through her tone. “I just... I wanted to call.” “Is everything okay?” You breathe a shaky sigh putting your hand to your forehead. This was all so new, so foreign and so heartwarming. “Y-Yeah, I just... I miss you.” You say clearing your throat. “I miss you too... Ya! Are you drinking with Jeongguk again?! You better not drink too much!” She chides you, you hear the glass door slide open, “Yes, Mom, I won’t drink too much.” Jeongguk stands next to you before grabbing the phone and putting it on speaker. His bunny smile appearing as you look at him with wide eyes. “Eomeoni~!” Jeongguk cheers pushing your arm with his. You stare at him as he brings your phone closer to his mouth. The veins in his arms bulging as he smiles widely, his eyes closing slightly as his aegyosal protrudes a bit. You begin to smile just watching him do so. His nose wrinkles as your mother calls back to him. “Our Jeonggukie! Are you doing well?” He hums in agreement, “Of course! I’m doing well because your daughter is taking such good care of us.” Your elbow perches on the balcony railing as your cheek lays in your hand. Was it this way between you? You were best friends like this? “Did you get the kimchi I made?” Jeongguk licks his lips before making a guttural noise with his throat. “It was soooooo good. I hope to have more soon.” “Oh? I gave Y/N some a few weeks ago to give you.” Jeongguk looks over at your with squinting eyes. “Yah! Mom gave you food for me and you ate it yourself? Wah! Bad girl!” He chides poking you in the stomach. You furr your eyebrows. She did? “It’s at my house.” You suggest and Jeongguk calms down with a chuckle. “I’ll get the kimchi and eat it deliciously!” Your mother hums in acknowledgement over the phone. “Go enjoy the night then. I hope to see you soon Kookie.” “Yea~! I’ll come with Y/N home soon! Goodnight Eomeoni!” He hangs up and puts your phone in his back pocket. “Yah! Your moms kimchi is seriously the best, how could you not bring it to me?” He nudges you and you finally notice how you were staring. You shake your head and avert your gaze over the railing. “I’ll bring it!” You say rubbing your hands together awkwardly. “You better or the next time you go home, I’m going with.” You look over at him as he cards his fingers through his hair. “I have a feeling that whether I bring it or not you’ll still come.” Jeongguk laughs loudly, the now blowing wind taking the noises with it. “Probably.” He sniffs before putting his hands in his sweatpants. He stares down at the street with you. “Being with you on windy nights warms me up like cocoa.” He smirks to himself before watching some cars park. “Y/N?” Jeongguk asks, you look over at him and feel a sense of ease. “Hmm?” Jeongguk opens his mouth before closing it shut. “No. Nothing. Come on. Let’s go watch t.v.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside with him.

You yawn loudly as the ending credits rolls over the t.v. screen. “That was a good movie.” Jeongguk stretches his arms up and makes loud noises. “Oh? It’s already two a.m. You can’t go home at this time.” He turns his head away from you, “Guess you’ll have to stay.” You look at him wide eyed. “Stay where? I can go home, I’ll catch a cab!” You say standing quickly. “Yah! Yah! I couldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. Let’s just sleep and in the morning you can run home and change before your meeting.” He stands tall in front of you before ruffling your hair. “You stay over all the time, why would it be weird this time?” You do? You pick skin off your lips with your teeth as he pulls you down the familiar yet so unfamiliar hallway. He passes a few rooms before stopping in front of a door. He opens it with a flourish and you snort. Stepping inside, it was his bedroom. Everything was organized neatly, his computer on one side of the large room and a king sized bed on the other. Figurines and precious items of his in a large glass shelving unit by the balcony doors. “I’ll go get some of your clothes.” You open your mouth but he was already gone. You kept your clothes here it seems, you must be close. You shuffle around the bed to the glass shelving unit as you put your hands behind your back as if you were at a museum. Your eyes glance over all the items, they had little tags in front of them, dating each memory of the item briefly. Your eyes fall on a fortune cookie paper.

‘Love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. - Aristotle’

April 24th. The Good Fortune

You wrinkle your nose at the cute message before looking up and thinking. The Good Fortune? What could he mean?

You sit in Jeongguk’s living room eating Chinese take out as you watch t.v. “Wah! That looks like so much fun!” Kookie cheers as he watches a man ski down a large snow hill. “Yah. You’re such a daredevil. You know how much it scares me to see you do crazy things? Like when we went to New Zealand and you did that ridiculous death drop. I was so worried!” You chide your best friend as you smack his arm. He chuckles before slurping noodles. “That was a great time. I had a blast.” He says with a full mouth. “Ew! Gross! Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to talk with food in your mouth?!” You roll your eyes with a smile as he munches his food, his cheeks bulging out. You eat some rices before leaning back on the couch with a loud exhale. “Aish! I’m full!” You whine making Kookie laugh. “You’re such a pig, you ate that whole thing!” He teases and you look up at him wide eyed. “Pig? Wah! Coming from the guy who talks with his mouth full of food like he’s a trash compactor!” He laughs putting his head back, his beauty marks on his right cheek evident. He sniffles before standing, “Time to clean this mess.” You go to stand and he shakes his head. “I got it.” He puts his hand on his heart. “Oh, namja.” You mutter folding your legs as he throws the garbage into the plastic bag. Oh? Fortune cookies!” Kookie cheers before sitting down in the same position as you as you face each other. “Pick.” He holds out his hands, two fortune cookies resting in them. You pick the one on the left before cracking it open. “What’s it say?” Jeongguk asks as his forehead collides into yours. “Aish!” You whine putting your hand to your forehead, “The fortune you seek is in another cookie.” You look up at Jeongguk as he bursts into laughter, his body falling back as he kicks his legs, “You really have no luck, Y/N!” He laughs loudly and you pout, “Oh, yeah? Then what’d you get?!” You whine, he wipes at his eyes as he still continues to giggle. He cracks the cookie open, the crumbs scattering on to his pants. “Love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. - Aristotle.” He reads aloud before leaning his head against the couch cushion. “That’s true.” He nods to himself and you whine loudly. “You’re always so fucking golden, it’s not fair!” You throw your cookie and fortune in the trash as Jeongguk smiles. He stands up clapping, “Only the people born with great skill could be as golden as I am.” You scoff rolling your eyes, “I have great skill!” You complain as he shuts off the t.v. “But you’re not greater then I am!” Jeongguk teases. “Yah! Jeon Jeongguk!” You stand as he taunts you as you chase him around the living room.

“Ah, it was from that time.” You whisper as the door opens again, Kookie comes back in with your sleeping clothes in hand. “Here you go.” He smirks before taking off his shirt and throwing himself on the bed. “Get changed and come back.” He says with a laugh as you stare at his body. You stutter before replying as you walk into the open bathroom. You close the door slightly as you change. Wow, he has a great body. He has fucking six pack! This shouldn’t be so shocking to you, he does work out all the time. “Any day now!” Jeongguk calls out, “Mmm!” You respond as you throw your shirt over your naked top half. Jeongguk wasn’t embarrassed with you at all, he was so comfortable and just able to be himself. You look in the mirror before smiling, of course Ha Won was your best friend too but it was never to this extent. She never depended on your friendship like Kookie did or Taehyung or Jimin for that matter. This was really real. You squeal quietly before taking a deep breath.

You exit the bathroom and throw your clothes on Jeongguk’s gaming chair. He looks up from his phone with a raised eyebrow. “Did you die in there? What took you so long.” You shrug with a smile and he gives a smirk in return. You lay down next to him as you both look up at the ceiling. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks quietly, you clear your throat and give a nod. “Yeah... I...I think I am okay. Great, in fact.” Jeongguk wrinkles his nose before sighing, “That’s a relief. I thought that dream would have changed you. You weren’t acting like my Y/N at all and I was seriously so worried.” He turns over giving you his back as he shuts the light off. You do the same and snuggle into the pillow. “If you have a bad dream wake me up, okay?” He whispers in the darkness. “Okay.” You whisper before biting your lip. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight Kookie.”

You groan as an alarm blasts throughout the room. You blink once or twice before sitting up, the heavy grey duvet cover rippling as the upcoming sun peaks into the bedroom. You look over at Jeongguk, he turned over in the night time. You reach over and shut his alarm off. You hadn’t even thought to set one, he was so thoughtful for you. His lips sputter as he continues to sleep. He must be so exhausted to not even hear an alarm that loud. You shouldn’t wake him, he should rest. You tiptoe out of his bed as you approach his gaming chair to grab your clothes. You turn around and look at Jeongguk once more, his long brown hair falling into his eyes as his tattooed arm resting under his face. Even while he sleeps he looks so peaceful. A small smile produces on your lips as you look toward the bathroom.

You exit the bathroom and look at where Jeongguk was just a few minutes ago. He was gone, his place in the bed wrinkled. You look around and sigh before folding your clothes on the bed. You step out into the large hallway. “Kook?” You call out. “Kitchen!” He answers back, your feet padding the heated floor as you walk to him. He leans against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. “You didn’t wake me.” He hands you a cup of coffee before taking a sip. “I wanted you to sleep. You looked tired.” He pats his face and gives you a thumbs up, “I’m awake and ready-to-go! Finish your coffee and I’ll drive you.” His bare face, full of little birth marks makes you tilt your head. He was beautiful and you were really grateful to have him by your side. “You don’t have to drive me, I can take a cab.” Jeongguk smiles widely. “I don’t have to do anything, I WANT to drive you home. And, I can show you my new car.” “Oh, so this is all so you can boast about how much money you have.” You tease, he snorts into his coffee before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Finish your coffee.” He chuckles before putting his empty cup in the sink.

You enter the garage of his apartment complex, you look around at all the expensive cars, “Wow.” You mutter feeling cheap. “Come on.” He says as his fingers grasp your wrist. He pulls you towards the back section. He stops in front of a dark grey Mercedes Benz. “Oh-ho! Jeongguk does well for himself, huh?” You cheer as your hand slides over the shiny hood. “I’m a international celebrity, have’t you heard?” He puts on sunglasses with a cheeky smile as he unlocks the car. “Get in.”

You sing along with Jeongguk as you drive down the streets. “What if someone recognizes us? Don’t you think we’ll get in trouble?” You ask turning down the music. Jeongguk sucks in air through his teeth. “We’ll be fine. Everyone knows how good of friends we are. I mean, why wouldn’t be riding together? I tell everyone you’re my bestie. Even ARMY knows.” You tilt your head as Jeongguk lowers his window. “We’re fine. Just enjoy your ride, madam.” He turns up the music again before rapping making you laugh. He had this way of doing that, making everything troublesome go away. You relax into the seat before putting your window down as well. “It’s a go!” He yells as he light turns from red to green.

You step into the practice studio as the boys goof off. “Oh?! Y/N! You came!” Jimin cheers wildly as him and Seokjin dance next to each other. You give a small wave as you sit down next to their manager. “Y/N.” He acknowledges with a smile. “Jisung oppa.” You say with a smile, he rests his head back, “Tell them to not mess around. I’m tired.” You laugh before slapping your knees and standing up. “Yah! Jisung said don’t mess around!” You call to them and they pout. “No fun!” Hoseok whines in English. Seokjin looks over at you and gives you a large smile as well as a thumbs up. You flag him over and he points to himself, his long sleeves rippling. You nod with a smile. He bounces over to you and pets your head. “What’s up, forest?” He asks and you smile at his nickname. “I want you to make me forget.” You whisper, he steps back and folds his arms. “Y/N...” He looks surprised, “I don’t want to be confused anymore. I want this like to be the only one I remember.” Jin opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He pulls you farther away to a corner of the large room. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea. You might forget why you came to be here. Your old life holds a large part of you. If you lose that part-” “Then I’ll be the me I should be.” He tuts quietly before folding his arms again. “I don’t think you want to-” “I do! I really do! I love my life here! It’s so great! I’ll remember that I’m a forest in a barren world!” You ramble on quickly hoping he doesn’t reject you. “You won’t be the you that you think you are. Things will change.” Seokjin warns and you nod happily. “I get it. I’ll be the me of this life! I understand!” Seokjin bites his lip nervously before looking up, his eyes seem to glaze over before looking down at you. “Request granted.” He whispers before grabbing your hands. “Y/N. You are a really great person in this life but without truly knowing how lucky and special it was for you to come here. Things will change.” Seokjin warns you, you nod and stand up straight. “Go ahead, oppa. I’m ready.” He sighs shaking his head as you close your eyes. “Thickheaded.” He mutters before his hands clutch onto yours. You whine out in pain and just like that, a rush of energy bolts through you. “Y/N?” Seokjin asks, you open your eyes and smile. “Hmm?” You asks swinging your arms with his. “How did you come to be here?” He asks quietly, you furrow your eyebrows. “I was just at a meeting and then I came here, silly.” He nods before backing away. He pets your head, “It’s hard to endure sad feelings from before but it’s even harder to appreciate what you have when you have no idea how you came to obtain such a thing.” He says before pulling you close and hugging you. You were confused, you couldn’t possibly begin to understand what he meant. “You’re a forest in a barren world. Got it?” He asks and you raise an eyebrow. “I’m a what?” You ask with a laugh. “Just...think about it.” You peak over his shoulder as Ha Won enters the room. You give her a curt nod and she tilts her head. “Y/N! Come fix my hair! It’s all messy!” Namjoon calls out and you smile at him. Ha Won approaches you and you look her over. “Ha Won.” You say and she stops in her tracks. “Where’s my hug?” She asks opening her arms. “Were we ever close like that for me to hug you? You work for me.” You look her over before sucking in and tilting your head. Weird, what’s gotten into her. Seokjin looks at you through the mirror with soft eyes as you tousle Namjoons hair. You look over at him as Ha Won rushes over to him. They’re being so weird today. “Pretty as a picture.” You squeeze Namjoons cheeks and he gives you a wide smile. His chin creasing in delight. “Thanks, you’re the best.” You smirk before sitting down and looking at the two weirdos in the corner.

“What?! Change her back right now!” Ha Won seethes through her teeth as she pushes Seokjin gently. “She’ll have to find her own way back, until then, it’s like this.” “Why did you agree to this? I’m stuck on my own now!” Ha won cries out putting her hands in her hair. “God thought it would be a good lesson for her to learn, to appreciate life.” Ha Won scoffs and folds her arms. “Then what am I?!” She whines looking over at Y/N. “You’re just a...a casualty.” Seokjin mumbles, Ha Won bites her lip as her eyes begin to burn. “Yah. How does this get fixed?” She asks, her throat feeling small as she swallows thickly. “Y/N, will slowly begin to remember... unless there’s some way to make her remember.” Seokjin sits on the ground with Ha Won, his fingers perching under his chin. “Let’s think.”

Jeongguk slams his sweaty body down next to you and you lay your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t have any bad dreams last night, right?” He asks as he watches Hoseok dance. “No.” You answer puffing out your cheeks. “Good. You deserve to be happy always.” You smirk before snorting at his comment. “You’re sappy today.” “Y/N!” Seokjin calls to you as he stands up. “You should go see your parents this weekend before we leave to Iceland.” He calls to you. “That’s not a bad idea.” You reply as he sits down next to Namjoon. He looks out the ground for a bit before raising his head. “And take Kookie with you.” He calls out, you look at Jeongguk next to you as he gives you a creepy smile. “I did tell Eomeoni that I’ll go with you next time. I’m getting a boatload of kimchi to take home with me this time.” You laugh as he rubs his hands together in a greasy way. “Fine, you can come. It’ll be fun!” You whisper and Jeongguk gives a nod. “There’s nothing better then going on a road trip with your best friend.” You smile before looking in the mirror as Ha Won stares at you. What’s with her? But for some reason, you feel sorry. For some unknown reason you feel guilty towards her and you couldn’t place the feeling.

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farrah-fowler · 5 years

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truth or dare {d.m. x reader}

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Requested: Yes- Hey! Can I request a Draco x hufflepuff reader who doesn’t act like a stereotypical hufflepuff? Like someone who’s more on the brass side and will never say no to a dare?

Warnings: bad writing// some angst?? idk

Word Count: 1.4K

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A/N- First request!! I hope this is what you had in mind! Requests are open! This is the longest imagine I have written and it is definitely my favorite one. Also I’m kind of new to tumblr and I didn’t know that after you respond to an ask it disappears so if you requested this I hope it’s what you wanted!!

When the Sorting Hat shouted Hufflepuff, I was instantly confused. If anything I am more of a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I am definitely not the standard Hufflepuff. I sneak out and ditch class. Most of my friends were in Slytherin. I just couldn’t seem to fit into the Hufflepuff mold. I was like the black sheep of the house. However, my fellow Hufflepuffs didn’t seem to care that I didn’t fit in. My best friend, Y/BF/N, was also in Hufflepuff. She actually belongs in Hufflepuff. She is kind and loyal. Now that I’m really thinking about it, I guess I can sort of see why the hat put me into Hufflepuff. I am kind and loyal… I think. I guess I can fit the mold of being a Hufflepuff because of those two traits. Otherwise, I belong in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

That’s how I found myself in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by students from every house, at a party before Christmas break. They were all dancing, chatting, or making out. I was just leaning against the wall my eyes scanning the crowd for a certain someone.I was wearing a dark blue tank top with black high waisted ripped jeans.

A tall Ravenclaw boy was standing on a table next to me trying to get everyone’s attention. It wasn’t working because the music and the sound of talking was too loud.

“Excuse me, guys, we are starting a game of tru- Guys hello!” He said, getting frustrated that no one was listening. I got up on the table next time. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Hold on.” I said, clearing my throat. “EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP.” Everyone went quiet and the music was stopped. I hopped off the table. “You’re welcome.”

Thanks Y/N. Okay everyone, a game of truth or dare is taking place over on the other side of the room if anyone wants to play.” The boy jumped off the table and headed towards the big group of people in the opposite corner of the room.

Y/BF/N was running over to me. Well not running cause… exercise is not a thing we do. She was speed walking. Yes that’s the right word. Y/BF/N was wearing a pastel yellow sweater crop top with a light blue high waisted skirt.

“Y/N do you want to play?” She asked, hope shimmering in her eyes as she grabbed my arm. “All of our friends are going to play.”

“Relax, I’m gonna play.” I laughed. She pulled me through the crowd and to the corner where the game was. I sat down on the ground next to Y/BF/N and a Ravenclaw girl who was in the year below me. Across from me was Pansy, Blaise, and, you’ve got to be kidding me, Draco. Why, of all the people at this party did I have to sit across from him?

I didn’t have anything against him. Sure he’s made fun of me for being a Hufflepuff once or twice. But he learned his lesson after I called him out in front of all of his friends and threatened to hex him into tomorrow if he made fun of me or my friends again. He took the threat seriously since I am the top of the class for charms. I mean sure he was a bad person sometimes but no I didn’t have anything against him. He was actually very sweet whenever we’ve had to be partners on an assignment. We’ve even hung out outside of class before. Not very often but a few times.

Half of my house would kill me if they knew that I hung out with him outside of class. The whole house would kill me if they found out I like him.

“Okay! Let’s get this game started!” announced the Ravenclaw boy from before. “Who wants to start?”

“ I will,” cheered Y/BF/N. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on Draco. “Draco, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Draco drawled, sounding bored, looking at the floor.

“Do you like anyone?” she asked him.

Draco lifted his head, his cheeks dusted pink. Was Draco Malfoy actually blushing?

“Yes I do.” He said as he made eye contact with me.

The people around us were all saying “ooooo” like a bunch of five year olds. We held eye contact for at least a minute before I tore my eyes away and looked at the floor.

Draco then asked Blaise truth or dare. He said dare and had to write a letter to McGonagall pretending to be Snape saying that he has loved her for a long time. Everyone was out of breath from laughing so hard.

After that, Blaise dared Dean Thomas to go in the lake.

The game went on and on. Hermione did truth and was asked which teacher was the hottest. She turned bright red and mumbled a name before turning to me.

“Y/N, truth or dare,” she said as she quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Dare,” I declare.

“Hmmm… I dare you to kiss the person sitting across from you. And if you don’t, you have to do my homework for a week.” She smirked. I glared at her. Of course she would do this.

Hermione was my closest friend outside of Hufflepuff. She was the only person, besides Y/BF/N, who knows I like Draco.

My face burned beet red as I looked across from me at Draco. He was already looking at me. When our eyes met, he smiled softly at me and winked. I smiled back and turned to Hermione.

“Where? Here?” I hesitated. I did not want my first kiss with Draco to be in front of more than half the school.

“No. Why don’t you go to the closet or a dorm. Let’s make it like 7 minutes in heaven.” She replied as her eyes darted between Draco and I, the smirk still settled on her features. “I’m going to alter the dare a bit. You and the person across from you, which is Draco, have to go into one of the dorms and kiss or something,” at that she winked, “for 7 minutes. At 7 minutes, someone will come get you. Sound good?”

Draco and I nodded. He stood up and walked over to me.

“Shall we?” He whispered, putting his hand out. I took his hand and he pulled me up. He started walking but didn’t let go of my hand. I finally got my feet to move.

Draco squeezed my hand and brushed his thumb across my knuckles as we headed to an empty dorm.

“How’s your day going, love?” he asked. My stomach jumped at the use of the nickname. He had never called me ‘love’ before, yet it sounded so right.

“It’s uh it’s going okay. How about you?” I said, looking up at him.

“It’s gotten better. Here we are,” he announced, opening a door and letting me in.

We stood there for a second. I bit lip and looked down at my feet.

“Are you alright? You’re really quiet.” He questioned.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m alright. I’m just kind of nervous,” I said, my voice fading on the last word.

“The Y/N is nervous? How come?” Draco inquired.

“Because I’ve liked you since second year. And I know this doesn’t mean anything to you and I don’t mean anything to you. so yeah I am nervous.” I huffed.

“You really think that? You really think this won’t mean anything to me? That you don’t mean anything to me?” hurt crossed his features as he stepped closer to me. I nodded as I looked at him. “Y/N, you couldn’t be more wrong. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Of course. I wouldn’t joke about this.” Draco said, putting his hand on my cheek, as he leaned in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” I breathed.

Draco leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back instantly. My eyes fluttered close as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist.

After a minute or so, we pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, nervously.

“Well duh,” I laughed. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my nose. He pulled me as close as possible as I laid my head on his chest. The music downstairs was a gentle hum and we started to sway to the music.

“Hey lovebirds! The time is up!” Blaise shouted.

Draco pulled away and grabbed my hand. He opened the door and led me back to the game. When we got back to the circle, he sat next to me and put his arm around me. I leaned into him and kind of ignored the rest of the game, loving the feeling of being close to him.

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xseildnasterces · 4 years

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the end.

Today has been quite the struggle. It’s now 3pm, and I only actually rolled out of bed about an hour. I just wasn’t feeling it. I woke up early this morning before 7am. I hadn't slept well at all last night. I had the weirdest of dreams, complemented by the most bizarre nightmares - ones that I thought were real and left me waking up wondering where on earth I was. It was just a bad sleep. It is so windy here at the moment that it almost feels like my huge windows are going to come crashing in and that’s another reason for not being able to sleep. the wind is just so loud. It snowed last night too, I woke up and saw it but then by the time I had fallen asleep and woke up again hours later most of it had gone which was sad. Currently, it’s miserable and drizzly outside. I had intended on heading out to Georgetown today to buy some bits and pieces, but seeing the weather and waking up on a major downer meant I just couldn’t bring myself to leave my bed. I called my mum and had the longest video call which was great. We chatted about everything and anything and about her visiting in March which is just so exciting. We also talked about it being K’s birthday next week, but the following day being the 40 days since A’s mum’s death, so it’s not going to be a good week for her. She really hasn’t had an easy ride since being there... but none of us are really surprised about that.

After coming off the phone to my mum hours later I fiddled about on my phone, did nothing and lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, overthinking and wondering what on earth was really going on in my head. I eventually dragged myself and decided that today would be the day I would finally tackle cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom. Since moving in I haven’t used the kitchen at all (except for putting things in the fridge), purely because I refuse to use it until it’s been completely cleaned, but also because I don’t have any furniture in the living/dining area I just spend all my time in the bedroom... that will change this week. I am not going to bed this evening until I have bought a dining table and chairs! I hadn’t really fully checked the kitchen, but considering I was told it had been deep cleaned before moving in I assumed it wouldn’t be too bad. Of course, I was sceptical if it had indeed been deep cleaned, and after today I will be sending an email to the building manager informing them it certainly hadn’t. I have literally scrubbed from top to bottom, removed the shelves, cupboard doors, and everything else in order to fully clean and I am sweating like an idiot. This may as well be classed as a workout, because my god, it feels like one. I’ve been over everything once, but once it's dried I will go over everything again with an anti-bacterial wash to ensure it’s actually clean. Then I can start moving in by bits and bobs. My kettle and toaster arrived yesterday, I already had a few other things I bought when I first moved here or brought with me, and my mum bought me a couple of things for Christmas, including Moomin things! I also have a Moomin tea box and Moomin coffee container back at my parents that I forgot to bring so hopefully my mum will bring them over in March.

I did all this whilst listening to some old school teenage Z music. It may be 2020, but I am still more than happy to dance my away around cleaning the kitchen whilst listening to BFMV - The Poison album, because, who wouldn’t? Knowing it’s 14 years old though makes me want to cry. Where have all those years gone?

I’m grateful for the long weekend. Three days to chill, and just not have to worry about work, although lot’s of days alone always make me feel a bit depressed, which perhaps was started this morning. I hope today was my day of nothing and tomorrow and Monday I can try and actually do some things and not just shut myself indoors, but we shall see how I feel on waking up tomorrow.

Last night I watched three episodes of the new season of Sex Education and genuinely found myself laughing out loud on my own, which I needed and was nice. I’m enjoying it and I’ll probably watch some more today once I’ve finished deep cleaning.

I had my weekly call with J yesterday which only lasted about 5 minutes because he had forgotten his charger and his phone died, so we will watch up on Tuesday. Typical J, but as always it cheered me up seeing his face.

Anyway, I should probably get back to it, and try to keep my mind occupied. The Posion has just finished, so I shall continue my afternoon with some more classic teenage Z music and relive my youth.

[Blog Title: The End - Bullet For My Valentine].

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baekhyuq · 5 years

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“She looks like fun.” | Baekhyun [Valentmine]

♡ Happy Valentine’s Week! ♡

From the 11th until Valentine’s Day I will be posting different genres of Valentine’s day themed one shots. The title of today’s fic is “Valenmine” I wanted this to be a sort of deep web AU, where Baekhyun is a man who makes millions as a hitman. Enjoy and be sure to come back for tomorrow’s final!

[Trigger Warning: Stalker]

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.5k

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You knew what you signed up for when you were driving to the store to pick up a few beers for your totally already drunk friends. You were their babysitters to put it bluntly, getting black out drunk on a friday night wasn’t anything new. But forcing you into buying them more alcohol definitely was. Just turning 21 and being able to drink was the least of your concerns, being sober is always your number one priority when it comes to get togethers. Especially around such horrible “friends.”

Walking down the aisle of endless alcohol beverages you spotted the familiar four pack of corona and head to checkout. The smell alone made you crinkle your nose in disgust. The cashier seemed to agree with your unspoken statement and checked out your items immediately.

Walking out the store into the dark and cold night, you caught a glimpse of a silverado truck that drove around the parking lot. You found it sketchy how tinted their windows were but you paid it no mind as you made your way toward your car.

The sound of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber filled the air, the silverado truck appearing by your side within a second a figure dressed in black jumped out and held a liquid drenched cloth to your mouth.

Fear set in and you fought as hard as you physically could, your beer dropping from your hands as you tried kicking and punching. Your attempts soon proved to be futile as your eyes became heavy and the ugly weather outside continued on without your consciousness.

His eyes scanned over her body, holding up a cleaver. He dragged the weapon over her breasts, down the center of her torso.

“To the lovely woman who payed me oh so generously for this kill,” He raised the cleaver over his head. “This is especially for you.” He landed the silver weapon on one of her limbs, slicing it clean off the rest of her body.

Baekhyun’s job was as exciting as it could be, traveling around the world to kill. And the best part about it was, he could broadcast it all with no consequences.

“Oh what a shame, this lady had such pretty hands.” His thoughts went on about how unfortunate some of these people’s fates were.

“Baekhyun, your toy has arrived.” His wife peeked from the door at the top of the stairs. The basement was well lit with white lights and the walls coated in a sterile white that could make anybody sick by looking at them.

“Thank you, dear.” He forced a cheerful tone. Baekhyun pulled off his gloves after sitting his cleaver aside. He took off the lid to the bucket of hydrofluoric acid and carefully tossed in each limb of the lady. He watched as her severed head bobbed to the top before sinking into the flesh dissolving acid bath.

You heard footsteps coming and you jolted when you opened your eyes.

You were in an empty room, hands bound by rope and the only thing you could see was the light under the door.

“You’re awake.” A voice announces, a voice oh so smooth and silky, like velvet against your skin.

“Mhmm-“ Your duck taped mouth test drives talking. Your eyes dart everywhere in the dark and as soon as the door opens light floods the room and the light switch is flipped.

“There’s no use in trying to scream or fight. You’re in the middle of nowhere and your cries wouldn’t be heard for miles.” The voice laughs.

You squint your eyes in the direction of the voice to find a quite handsome man standing nearly a foot away.

“I know, you’re probably thinking, how the hell did I get here, why is this man talking to me.” He tosses something on a table near by and you can see there are many items classified as weapons on the table. Along with cords leading to every which way, one leading to a huge camera, facing you.

“To put it simply, I’m a hitman, in the deep web. People hire me to take out humans of their choice.” He smiled, his brown eyes seeming darker by the second.

“But you’re lucky, nobody hired me to kill you, only to torture and keep you. But when i’m through you won’t remember any of this and the day will start over so it’s a win win. Wouldn’t you say?” He chuckled before walking over to a laptop that sat by the camera.

His eyes seemed to scan over the screen like he was reading and he opened his mouth to speak.

“I was scanning through the comments on my previous livestream and somebody mentioned you, I looked you up and I thought ‘She looks like fun.’ And here you are.” He carried on.

“Though, you don’t seem to care so much about this whole thing. Seeing as i’ll be the last person you’ll ever see I suppose introducing myself would be the least I could do.” He cleared his throat before continuing.

“My name is Baekhyun.” He reaches his hand out for a handshake teasingly. You creased your brows and started to cry. This would be one hell of a story if you escaped this alive.

“Why don’t we get started shall we!” Baekhyun clapped his hands together pushing his hair back seeming excited to torture a innocent human.

Baekhyun’s hands skimmed over the weapons before landing on a pair of scissors.

“Let’s start with your dress first. This fabric will only get in the way of seeing the marks i’ll paint all over you, my dear.” Baekhyun began cutting you out of your dress, literally. Your shredded dress landed on the ground around you. You felt disgusted and started to cry harder, the fact he could get away with things like this made you feel sick to your stomach.

Baekhyun held your chin between his thumb and index finger, “Oh dear don’t cry it doesn’t suit your beautiful face.” His hand trailed to your shoulder, resting their before dropping.

“A pained one would adorn you so much better.” He smiled.

You felt like you must’ve done something horrible to deserve this in payment. Baekhyun-this cold blooded killer-who got away with murder. And was going to get away with kidnapping you until he decided you were no longer fun.

Baekhyun grabbed another ‘tool’ and you recognized it as a whip. Baekhyun walks back to you and rubs the leather on your skin.

“Leather breaks the skin so easily, and the satisfying pop you’re rewarded with at the end of every whip is so worth all the hard work.” He gushed about torture as if it was his hobby.

Baekhyun pulled you up from the chair and turned you around, bending you over making you hold onto the chair for support. You had no choice but to stay in your position or you’d be killed. Any chance of escaping now was slim to none, and you didn’t want to risk it.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard Baekhyun shuffle away from you. You waited for the hit, you waited so anxiously. Baekhyun arm swung back and the whip followed the motion, he snapped the whip at your backside and you felt an intense sting. You gripped the chair so tight your knuckles turned white.

Baekhyun cracked the whip a couple more times before your back was decorated with five new markings. Baekhyun didn’t go hard on you, he couldn’t, he felt compelled to go lightly. Something was holding onto him, was it the fact he knew you were so young or the fact that he wanted you from the start.

You heard a sigh and then footsteps, Baekhyun appeared by your side and he apologized quietly. “This is only for the money.”

His attitude took a whole 180 from the Baekhyun you just saw, he was apologizing? Was this just a huge show for his audience? Was he actually sorry?

Baekhyun picked up another item and you immediately felt a slap on the back of your thighs, a flat paddle grazed your bum ever so lightly. You were surprised, shocked. None of this was bloody torture. Only a version of bdsm you saw in pornos.

You turned your head and looked him in the eye for the first time. It seemed to trigger something in Baekhyun, the way you looked at him. The marks on your skin. All of it did something to him.

Baekhyun abruptly ended his livestream, never one to stop the show until the job was done. But something kept him from continuing, was it you? Was it the look you gave him?

He couldn’t decide, he wanted it to end.

“D-don’t look at me like that. You’re going to get in trouble.” He choked out, he was never one to stutter. But something about your eyes made him nervous.

Baekhyun turned off his laptop and packed his weapons back into the suitcase they came from. You just looked at him with the same eyes, pleading.

“I told you to stop.” He raised his hand and you flinched from him, squeezing your eyes close. You didn’t feel any pain, other than the back of your thighs and the five slices in your back.

Baekhyun felt like a slice of control was taken from him and given to you, he felt like you had control over him and he didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

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sonderlivra · 5 years

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Jeankasa please ! But with Eren realizing he was indeed in love with her and is really really salty and jealous 😅 Thanks u !

Hii anon! Thank you so much for sending this amazing request in, and sorry for taking so long! Going from the emoji, I think you probably had a fun, teenage rivalry thing in mind?? Tell that to my f-ed up brain because what it came up with is a canonverse angst fest, I’M SO SORRY this is why I can’t have nice things

Canonverse, manga spoilers post chapter uhhh.. the 100′s? Happens during the timeskip.

~3200 words

Again, I’m sorry

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He’s so used to the steam by now he barely feels it. It’s not even like actual steam, which leaves skin and clothing moist even after it’s gone. Though he supposes it would be nice to have damp clothes for once. The sun is unforgiving in the summer.

He makes his way up the rocky shore, where two people wait for him. This time it’s Jean’s turn, who waits for him patiently. Eren thinks back to their stupid arguments when they were in training. They seem so mundane and faraway now, even though it’s been just about a year since they graduated.

Jean reaches forward to help him over the last rock, but Mikasa, as always, gets there first. As he grabs her hand, Eren observes her closely. Her cheeks have filled out, and she looks stronger, like the Mikasa of old. The thought makes him smile. “Thanks, Mikasa.”

Mikasa gives him a rare smile back, and the three of them make their way back to camp together.

“How many this time?” Eren asks.

“Twenty three, I think.” Jean says. “They were still rounding them up.”

“Let’s hope this lot isn’t as difficult as the last one.” Eren remarks.

“Let’s hope we don’t have to use your Titan form next time,” Mikasa mutters.

“I don’t mind,” Eren starts, but Jean says, his tone more soothing, “Well, Yelena and Onyankopon are getting better at convincing them. Maybe it’ll work next time.”

To his surprise, Mikasa is smiling. “Maybe.”

They are quiet then, but something about the conversation has bothered Eren, like an itch in his brain.

“You’ve put on weight,” Eren observes, and Mikasa glances at him. Jean actually raises his eyebrows, and Eren suddenly realises what a stupid thing he’s said.

“That’s good!” He explains hurriedly. “It’s healthy! I’m glad, I mean. For you.”

“No point in weakening myself.” Mikasa, to his relief, doesn’t look offended. Of course she doesn’t. It’s Mikasa. He doesn’t know why he was worried in the first place.

“Told you the new diet would help,” Jean nudges her shoulder with his.

“You did.” There is an amused twist to her mouth.

“So you admit that I was right?”

Mikasa rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch into a smile once again. “You were right, Jean.”

“Mark the hour and praise the walls!” Jean gasps dramatically. “A miracle, indeed!”

“Oh, shut up.” Mikasa’s smile actually widens.

Sasha comes running up to them, and Jean sweeps her into the discussion, which Sasha makes even more dramatic with her own exaggerations. Feeling very out of place all of a sudden, Eren turns away and leaves them. When he is far enough away, he glances back at his friends, and finds Mikasa watching him.

He makes himself turn away again.

For the first time in their walled history, the majority of a graduating trainee batch opt to join the Survey Corps. The numbers are welcome, and unsurprisingly, all of Eren’s surviving comrades from the 104th (save Armin) are promoted and are assigned teams.

Jean and Mikasa are natural leaders, and Sasha and Connie are not much worse. Eren watches the four of them every morning: the Team Leaders start earlier than him, and his training exercises are limited enough that he has time to observe the others. In the year since they graduated, they’ve all improved so vastly. Connie is more decisive in his movements, Sasha is quicker and lighter on her feet, Jean’s aim is bordering on scary, and Mikasa-

Mikasa-

She is glorious, as always. Sometimes, she flies so fast, you barely see her move from one position to the next. Other times, she is a deadly presence on the field, with unerring aim, unchanging strength, unmistakable in her magnificence. Eren’s eyes are drawn to her all the time, and he feels a jolt of thrill in his chest everytime she moves on the training ground.

Presently, he watches her perform her signature move -a smooth, clean cut with two blades, and a large chunk of fake Titan nape crashes to the ground. The new recruits had been cheering the others during their demonstrations, but now, they are utterly silent. Eren understands, knows that cheers and clapping could barely begin to convey the awe at watching Mikasa fly.

Jean is now saying something, waving his hands to emphasise his point. He makes Mikasa repeat one of her flying spins, and then he takes to the air, and… he does it, too. Not quite like her, not with the same grace and precise movements, but he does it.

The recruits are cheering again, and Eren feels a sudden catch in his breath.

There is a quick, firm knock, and his bedroom door opens.

“Hey,” Armin greets him, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Ready to go?”

Eren slips off the window sill. “Yeah.”

He glances at his 3DMG gear lying on one of the shelves, gathering dust now.

He’ll return it to Supplies tomorrow.

“Wow, the new kids are loud,” Jean grumbles, frowning over his stew. “Were we ever that bad?”

Connie lets out a bark of laughter. “Jean, you were the loudest of us all!”

“Was not,” he quips, annoyed.

“Was too! Wasn’t he, Eren?” Connie grins at him. “Other than you, of course.”

Armin lets out a quiet chuckle next to him, and Eren feels like he hasn’t heard it in so long that his mood lifts and he grins back at Connie. “Not as loud as you were when you attacked that tree.”

“Hey! It was dark and I was scared!”

“Or Sasha when she eats meat,” Mikasa points out.

That statement is so like her, that flash of sudden humour so irresistible that Eren feels a laugh bubbling up. Sasha doesn’t even look up from her food, but she flips them the finger, and Eren does laugh then, along with the others.

Jean stands, still grinning. “Well, I’m beat. Got an early day tomorrow.”

“Wait.” Mikasa stands up, too, holding her empty tray. “I’m coming, too.”

“Do you guys inhale your food or something?” Connie mutters, and Jean rolls his eyes. Eren misses his response when he sees Mikasa lean forward and place a roll of bread on Armin’s plate.

“Eat,” she says softly, and Armin nods, avoiding her gaze.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, and Eren realises she’s talking to them both. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Mikasa,” Eren murmurs automatically, something he used to say everyday when they were young and lived in Shiganshina.

She remembers, of course, and gives him a sad smile, a small nod. Then Eren sees Jean nudge her elbow. “Shall we?”

She nods again, her smile just a little bit brighter, and suddenly, Eren isn’t hungry anymore.

Captain Levi is heading the training today, and Eren wonders if Mikasa and Armin feel as nervous as he does. Eren sees the older man quite frequently -in meetings, in the corridors, sometimes watching him in the ocean or in his training from a distance. But Eren has barely spoken to him since their return, since his incarceration, since everyone died and everything changed.

“Right. We’re going to practice fighting with Eren’s Titan form today. For those of you who haven’t done this before,” the Captain eyes the few talented recruits who have been chosen out of the rest, “you’d better learn quick.”

He begins issuing orders, positioning them around and behind Eren, who finds all of this very familiar. He almost expects him to bark out a “Petra! Rear, left.” Almost hears Oluo’s harmless threats whispered into his ear as the recruits move past him. The painful twist in his chest is strong, even after all these months.

“… Sasha, right flank. Jean and Mikasa take point.”

Jean grins at Mikasa, and she actually smiles back, and something within Eren’s chest suddenly snaps.

“Why him?” He says loudly, and everybody freezes.

“What.” Captain Levi’s stare is all too familiar, but Eren has long since stopped being scared of it.

“Why Jean?” He repeats, the feeling in his chest expanding into a familiar burn.

“Because he’s the best, after her.” Captain Levi gestures at Mikasa, whose face is a frozen mask. “You got a problem with that?”

Jean had placed sixth in Training. After Eren.

“Connie and Sasha are just as good,” Eren argues.

The Captain gives him one cool, long stare. Then he turns to everyone else. “Training is cancelled. Report back to base and get new assignments.” Everyone hesitates a moment, but the Captain Levi is already sheathing his blades, and they begin to disperse.

“Eren, Jean. With me.”

Eren follows him immediately, ignoring the stares, ignoring stupid Jean’s stupid, angry, stomping footsteps. When they are almost at the castle, Captain Levi turns back to face them.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between the two of you, even now, after everything.” The criticism cuts Eren like a knife. “Whatever it is, deal with it. I’m rescheduling the training to next week. I expect this to be resolved by then.”

Without waiting for a reply, Captain Levi stalks away.

There is a moment of silence. Then Jean takes a step towards Eren, his face twisted in anger, and-

“Jean.” It’s her. Mikasa is looking only at him, and suddenly Eren feels desperate for her gaze, some form of acknowledgement. But she doesn’t give it, simply looks at Jean. “We’re starting drills. Come on.” Her throat bobs as she swallows nervously, and it is then that Eren realises that she isn’t wearing her scarf.

Jean throws Eren one murderous look before letting her drag him away.

Eren spends the rest of the day in the library with Armin. They have found scant literature about the outside world in the Reiss’ secret collection. Still, whatever little was found had to be sifted through, matched and compared against whatever the Marleyan volunteers had given them.

He leaves when his eyes start to burn from the exertion, and forces Armin to go to bed. Then he makes his way to his own room, deciding that’s he’s not hungry after all.

He’s barely turned into the last corridor before someone grabs his arm and slams him against the wall. Eren is unsurprised to see Jean glaring down at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He snarls.

Eren feels the spike of anger again. “You, obviously.”

Jean looks like he wants to hit him, and Eren tenses up in anticipation. Come on, do it! Hit me. Make me hit you back, you-

To his shock, Jean lets go and takes a step back. “Why?”

Eren is practically reeling. “What?”

Jean lets out an annoyed snort. “Look, I don’t like you, okay. Never have, and I don’t see that changing soon. But I trust you enough to fight with you. Like Captain Levi said, after everything we’ve been through together-”

Jean stops talking abruptly, his jaw and fists clenched. Eren’s heart feels like it is clenching, too. He feels the truth of Jean’s words burning in his mind, his own shame burning in his veins. He doesn’t like Jean either, but that dislike is simply based on minor annoyances. When it came to it, he could trust Jean with his life.

Then… why-?

“So why are you sabotaging my success within the Corps?” Jean runs his hand through his hair, and Eren feels a jolt when he realises he does the same thing when he’s agitated. “Do you know what a big deal it is to be appointed by Captain Levi himself? Do you know what the recruits -my subordinates, will think of me now?”

Eren cannot look up from the floor. The shame within him rises.

“I mean, even Mikasa thinks you’re being unreasonable, and that’s something.”

It happens again. Rage sparks through Eren once more, replacing the shame. But before he can act on it, sudden understanding fills his mind, and he freezes, his mouth open, shock and dread pounding in his chest.

Mikasa.

Shit.

“Well?” Jean is frowning now, looking more and more annoyed by the minute.

Eren tries to speak and his voice comes out as a throaty rasp. “What-” he clears his throat, “what did Mikasa say?”

Jean’s eyes widen, and he knows he’s understood everything. The shame is back, burning harsher than before.

“Well.” Jean clears his throat, too, and Eren can’t decide if the gleam in his eyes is anger or glee. “About goddamn time you caught up with the rest of us.”

Eren blinks. “W-what?”

Jean snorts. “You’re the least observant idiot I’ve ever known.”

“Get to the point, Jean,” Eren grits out.

“It’s her. Mikasa. She’s always the point, always has been, and you’ve never seen it.” Jean looks pissed off again. “Everyone could see it, how special she is, how much she deserves, and-” His face is red now. “You never saw it. Never saw her, never cared enough, and now -now you think she’s still waiting? Like she has for years, and you kept pushing her away, and-”

Jean halts abruptly. Then he crosses his arms over his chest, not looking at him anymore. “It’s too late. Do you understand?” His glare settles on him again. “You’re too late now. So you’d best deal with it and let us all do our jobs. Okay?”

Eren can’t say a word, can’t do anything but stare back, his words pounding painfully in his head.

Jean gives him a stiff nod. “See you around, Jaeger,” he mutters and strides away, leaving Eren mute and frozen in the corridor, leaving him feeling terribly alone.

Eren can’t think straight, can’t settle down. He begins to pace his room as soon as he enters it and only stops when he feels the soreness of the soles of his feet. It’s like there’s a howling storm in his head, his moods shifting erratically with each metaphorical gust in his mind.

He still feels angry, feels a wave of fury wash over him every now and then when he remembers Jean’s almost smug face, but then the rage is whiffed away like a candle flame when he thinks of her. When he remembers how lovely her smile used to be, wider and freer when they were younger, how those smiles became more and more rare as the years passed. How much he had missed those smiles until they began to reappear in the last few days. How much he hates that she isn’t smiling at him anymore.

He changes into his nightclothes reluctantly, certain that sleep will not claim him tonight. He is about halfway up the buttons of his shirt when there is a low, discreet knock on his door. He recognises it, and chooses to ignore it. When the knock is repeated, he sighs. “What is it, Armin?”

“It’s me.”

He turns cold with shock. His legs move of their own volition, and he opens the door.

“Hi,” he breathes. “What’s wrong?”

Mikasa looks up at him as if searching for something on his face. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” Eren steps aside and she walks in soundlessly. For a long moment they simply stare at each other. Eren doesn’t know what to say at all, because even looking at her face now hurts.

“I just wanted to talk to you about Jean.” Always to the point, always facing things head on. Eren wonders if she got that from him, or if she had always been that way.

“I -right.”

Mikasa is frowning at the floor. “He… he’s changed, you know.” She looks up at him. “Jean.”

“Or maybe you’re just more used to him now,” Eren says before he can stop himself. Mentally, he’s screaming at himself to calm the fuck down.

“Eren,” she sighs, in the same weary tone she has used with him for years. And it is that tone that does it, that makes Jean’s words come rushing back to his head: never cared enough.

“Yeah, I know,” he admits. “He’s more of a decent guy now.”

Mikasa snorts, but her expression remains unchanged. “I’m glad you’ve noticed. But then… today-”

“-won’t happen again,” Eren promises, ignoring the fact that she’s glad.

One of her eyebrows rise slightly. “You spoke to him?”

“More like he yelled at me,” Eren says, with a horrible attempt at a smile. “Anyway, we’re good now.”

“Are you?” Her stare, her beautiful grey stare, is making goosebumps rise on his skin. By the walls, how has he never seen how much she affects him?

“Yeah. I was… jealous.” He’s never one to lie about things (Armin was always better at that), and he’s not going to start now. As much as he feels like he’s swallowed a whole nest of bees, he can’t not tell her. “He’s spending so much time with you now, and you always… it was always me.”

Mikasa simply stares at him, and he wishes she wasn’t so good at hiding her emotions, because he is suddenly desperate to know what she is thinking. Do you hate me? He wants to ask her. Do you still think I’m tactless and immature? Do you think I never cared?

Do you still care? For me?

“He spoke to me,” she says. “Tried to tell me about… his feelings.” She is frowning slightly, looking at the floor again. “Not that they were much of a secret.”

Eren nods, but he doesn’t think she even sees it. She seems focused on a groove between two tiles, her toe nudging along it. He wants to chuck her chin up so she is meeting his gaze once more, but forces himself to stay still.

“I told him -that.” Her nostrils flare and her frown deepens as if the stone floor has mortally offended her. “I told him that he was too late. That there’s no time, there never will be enough time. In this life.” She abandons the crack in the floor and suddenly looks back up at him. Her eyes make Eren feel like he’s burning.

“In another life… things would be different,” she says softly, and there is a small tremble in her voice, enough to make him feel weak-kneed. “But now, with things as they are, things that are left to be done. I cannot -he cannot expect anything more.” Her hands grip her scarf tightly, and Eren feels his eyes burn with unshed tears -she is wearing it again.

“I cannot afford the distraction, and neither, I think, can you.” She blinks at him. “Right, Eren?”

His throat is too dry and he simply nods.

“But I would like to spend as much time as I can with him. As much as this life permits me.” The glance she throws him is like an arrow right in his chest.

“Of course.” He rasps, nodding.

She sighs, and lets go of her scarf. And then she takes two quick steps until she is suddenly right in front of him, and grabs his hand in a blink.

“You look tired. You need to rest.”

“I’ll try,” he mumbles.

She smiles a soft, sad, lovely smile. “Good night, Eren.”

“Sweet dreams, Mikasa.”

She gives his hand a soft squeeze, and then in a whisper of wind, she is gone.

Taking every last wink of his sleep with her.

#snk #jeankasa #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschtein #eren jaeger #snk spoilers #sorry if its too depressing #just taking a page from yams' policy of putting romance in the back burner #still i hope you liked it! :)#asks #delivras #snk fanfiction

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Fraser Memorial | Ch. 9 “Spontaneity”

a/n: Thank you always to @sassenachwaffles for being my beta on this!

June 2016

Sometimes things don’t go as you expect them to. Like most of our wedding vendors cancelling nearly last minute, giving us no explanation, but telling us we would get our money back. Jamie and I were supposed to be getting married in two weeks, on June twenty-ninth, but now, the wedding looked like it wouldn’t be happening.

We had come to visit Jamie’s family at Lallybroch, and make final arrangements for the wedding because we would be having it here. Ever since yesterday morning when I received three calls all in the same day, cancelling our cake, flowers and band, I had been distant from Jamie and the occupants of Lallybroch.

“Sassenach?” I heard Jamie enter the room.

“Hmmm,” I hummed, sitting in a chair by the fire in our room. Jamie came to stand in front of me and I could feel the uneasiness flow from him. When I didn’t look up, he crouched down on his knees, sliding his palm over my leg.

“Do ye still want to get marrit, Claire?”

That made me look at him, his blue eyes watery, fear etched on his features. Silently, I leaned forward, sliding my hands on his shoulders and pulled him to me, holding him to my chest.

“Yes.” I nodded, feeling the overwhelming sense of failure crash over me. I just wanted our wedding to be perfect. “That’s the only thing I want, Jamie.”

Jamie placed a soft kiss to the base of my neck, then pulled back to look at me, his hands gripping mine. “I ken ye wanted a weddin’ wi’ all the normal stuff a weddin’ is supposed to have.”

“Like cake, flowers, a band, and maybe some guests!” I laughed. Over the last month, we had received RSVP’s from our guests and half had said they couldn’t attend. If I believed in superstitions, then I would take this as a sign to not get married to Jamie.

“That would be nice, aye,” Jamie chuckled. “But at the end of the day, Sassenach, ’tis you and me that will be gettin’ married. It’s a promise we make to one another, a vow.”

“I know that,” I pressed my fingers lightly to his cheek. “That’s why I wanted everything to be perfect. For us.”

Jamie bent his head, his eyes lingering on his hand on my leg. “What if we got married tomorrow? Here at Lallybroch?”

“Without any of our guests?” I asked, and my mind started trying to come up with a list of reasons why we shouldn’t get married tomorrow, but I came up short.

“Aye, just you and me. My family. Our family. What more do we need, Sassenach?”

I sat back in the chair and my head turned towards the wardrobe. I thanked God and Jenny Murray that I had decided to keep my dress here at Lallybroch, because Jamie would be less likely to take a peek than if it was at our home.

“Let’s do it,” I smiled. “Let’s get bloody married tomorrow!”

Jamie grinned, and then pressed his lips against mine, his body pinning me to the chair. I felt his hands slide around me and soon I was being held in his arms bridal style. “What are you doing?” I laughed.

“I’m carrying my soon to be bride downstairs,” he laughed and started walking towards the door. “We’ll tell our family the great news that there’s to be a weddin’ tomorrow and then we’ll call the priest!”

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I went to sleep that night in a different bed than Jamie, but when I woke up, he was there. He was laying next to me, hand propping up his head, a smirk on his face. “Morning, Sassenach.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I grumbled, wiping my hands over my sleepy eyes.

“Aye, but I couldna wait to see ye,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

I wrapped my leg around his waist and he rolled on top of me, bracing himself on his arms. “The honeymoon isna supposed to start until tonight, Sassenach.” Jamie laughed, then kissed me slowly, his tongue sliding across my lips.

“Nothing has gone the way we wanted it to,” I moved one hand to the front of his boxers and he moaned. “If I want to start the honeymoon now…” I bit his lip, “We’ll bloody start it now, Fraser.”

“Oooo a wee vixen,” Jamie laughed and his body pressed down on mine.

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I stood in the kitchen, nervously smacking my lips that I had just coated with a light pink lipstick. I felt slightly overdressed now that we would be having the wedding in Jamie’s family living room, but I knew this was the right decision.

Jenny came through the door, wearing her bridesmaids dress and I felt better. I was thankful that I hadn’t gone all out on the dress. It was very simple, a cream colored linen gown with a thin band around the middle and quarter length sleeves.

“Are ye ready, Claire?” She smiled, handing me a small bouquet of wildflowers she had just picked this morning.

“Yes. More than,” I hugged her, holding her tightly. I wouldn’t only be marrying Jamie, but I would have a new family, and after spending so many years missing that part of myself, I finally felt like I was coming home.

“We better get out there, or I think Jamie will come and fetch ye himself! Rather impatient that one,” Jenny rolled her eyes.

“I’m ready,” I nodded and she walked through the kitchen door. I followed down a short hallway that led to the living room.

There they stood. Brian and Ian, standing next to Jamie near the unlit fireplace, and Ellen, holding baby Maggie and standing next to a restless young Jamie. When Jamie and I first started dating, the prospect of dating the owner of the hospital’s son felt like a much bigger deal than it really was. I had grown close with Jamie’s parents and felt safe and comforted by their presence.

Every girl that dreams of her wedding, imagines that her father would be the one to walk her down the aisle, so when Brian stepped forward and offered his arm out to me to lead me the rest of the way to Jamie, I nearly burst into tears.

“Ye look beautiful, Claire.” Brian kissed me on the cheek and then passed me over into Jamie’s hands. I gripped them tight, not wanting to ever let go.

“Mo ghraidh,” he smiled. “Ye are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

“I sure hope so!” I said, making everyone, including the old priest laugh. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I whistled and looked him up and down, dressed in kilt and jacket, he was dashing.

“Shall we begin?” The priest said and we turned our attention to him.

Jamie and I repeated after Father Bain, vowing to love one another in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer and til death us do part.

Young Jamie came forward with the rings, beaming as he did so, proud of his one task. My fingers shook as Jamie slid my ring over my finger and then he squeezed it tight before I slid his ring on his hand.

The next bit of the ceremony, I was feeling quite nervous about. I thought it a bit pagan when all was said and done, but Jamie really only cared that this part of his culture be included today.

Brian came to stand before us, pulling out a small sgina dubh from his sporran and a piece of white cotton fabric. I held out my arm next to Jamie’s, wincing slightly as the blade slid quickly across my wrist.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” Jamie asked, folding his arm over mine, pressing our wrists together.

I nodded, trying to concentrate on anything other than the faint smell of blood. You would think I would be used to blood because I work in a hospital, but when it’s my own blood, I tend to get a little queasy at the sight.

Brian tied the white fabric around and around our wrists, and then went to stand by Ellen, his arm around her waist, no doubt remembering their own wedding day.

“Repeat after me,” Jamie smiled and began to speak in Gaelic. I repeated the best I could, stumbling over a few of the pronunciations. Jamie said this was an old Gaelic blood vow, something his parents did and his grandparents before them.

“Ye are Blood of my Blood and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”

“Ye may kiss yer bride,” Father Bain said cheerfully. With our wrists still tied together, Jamie leaned in, his other hand cupping my cheek and kissed me deeply. Claps and shouts of celebration went around the room and I melted against Jamie. It was so simple - no fuss - nothing but us and the people we loved most in the world around us.

I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Geillis, so I would have to make it up to her by letting her take me out for a post wedding bachelorette party. Jamie untied our wrists, placing his lips gently against the wound before covering it with a fresh bandage.

“I love ye, Sassenach, so much I think my heart will burst!” Jamie smiled, kissing me again.

“I love you, Jamie. God I love you,” I pressed my forehead against his and we stood there for a time, simply holding each other. Our family went in the kitchen, I knew to pull out the food for celebration, but Jamie and I held each other in the middle of his living room.

“We’re mated for life, ye and I.”

Pulling back, I ran my thumb over his lips, “Aye, like penguins,” I laughed.

“My bonny penguin,” Jamie kissed me. “Are ye hungry?”

I slid my hand over my stomach, “Starving!”

“Let’s feed ye then, Mrs. Fraser.” Jamie slid his hand around my waist, and led us into the kitchen where we were greeted with more cheers and a chant for us to kiss. Christ… I love my family.

Present Day - December 2018

We all took care of the twins in shifts. I knew the first few months would be the hardest, adjusting to life with a newborn, let alone two newborns wasn’t an easy task. Thankfully, Jenny and Jamie’s mother helped as much as they could. It’d only been three weeks since Malcolm and Lilidh had come into the world and already it was a better place because of them.

When I wasn’t falling asleep on the couch after breastfeeding, I was changing a diaper or trying to eat something that resembled food. I was on maternity leave from the hospital, but Jamie was only able to get one month off, even being the head of the hospital, he had a lot of responsibilities that couldn’t just be pushed aside. That meant that in a week’s time, it would be me and the twins on our own.

Ellen promised to stop by at least once a day, which I was extremely grateful for, but I knew it wouldn’t and couldn’t be like this for all the twins lives. At some point, it would just be me, them and Jamie.

It was one of those rare quiet moments, when the twins had fallen asleep at the same time. They were in their nursery, breathing deeply, small smiles on their faces and I had crept away to find peace in the kitchen. I had just reached for a container of cookie dough when Jamie walked through the front door, back from the store with food and a butt ton of diapers.

“Hello, love.” Jamie smiled, dropping the bags near the entrance of the house. He kissed me on the cheek, wrapping one arm around my waist and then looked down at my hands. “Ye ken yer no supposed to eat raw cookie dough, Sassenach…”

“Everyone does it Jamie, besides,” I opened the lid and swiped my finger through the mixture, “It’s delicious.” I held my finger in front of his mouth and could almost see his tongue salivate.

His eyes squinted, mouth smirking, but he opened his lips and took my finger, cookie dough and all, into his mouth.

“Aye, yer right.” He smacked his lips, and reached his own finger in for another glob of the stuff. “Carry on, mo nighean.”

Laughing, I closed the fridge door and took a seat on one of the bar stools. “Did you enjoy your adventure out there in the real world?”

Jamie grabbed the bags from the store and started to unload them one by one. “Och, of course I did. The lights,” he sighed, “the people, the smells! Christ, Sassenach, a whole world out there that isna all bairns and shite.”

I covered my mouth to stop from laughing loudly, and looked down the hallway where I knew the twins would be sleeping soundly.

“But they’re so cute!” I half whispered, and took another bite of the cookie dough. I made sort of an orgasmic sound at the taste, feeling both of Jamie’s eyes boring into mine. “What?” I mumbled.

“Ye dinna make sounds like that, Sassenach.” He said, placing both hands on the counter. “Not when ye’ve got yer wee finger in yer mouth and there’s no one but us and sleepin’ bairns in the house.”

“What sounds? I don’t make sounds,” I lied, quirking one eyebrow. Jamie walked around the counter slowly, his eyes still on me. He came to stand before me, his gaze traveling from my lips back to the container of cookie dough.

“Aye, ye do make sounds, Sassenach. Lots of wee noises,” Jamie smirked, scooping a bit of cookie dough onto his finger and brought it too my lips. “Suck, mo nighean.”

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I muttered, committing my soul to God and opened my mouth, taking Jamie’s long finger with the dough on my tongue. The sweet, chocolatey flavor of the cookie dough, mixed with the saltiness of Jamie’s skin was the perfect combination. I closed my eyes, swirling my tongue around his finger, and moaned softly.

“There’s one I havena heard in awhile,” Jamie laughed, his other hand sliding across my knee, traveling slowly up my thigh. Just as I opened my eyes and leaned up to kiss him, I heard the familiar cry of Malcolm and let out a large groan.

“Your son has the worst timing,” I laughed and stood to Jamie’s objections.

“Och, so now he’s only my son when he interrupts the proceedings of tryin’ to bed ye?” Jamie laughed, following me down the hallway to the nursery.

“You’ve got that right, Fraser.” We came into the nursery, and Jamie went to Malcolm who was crying, kicking his little legs out — poor lad.

“Shhh, mo chuisle, it’s yer Da.” Jamie hushed him, cradling him to his chest. I looked over at Lilidh and she was still fast asleep, her thumb in her mouth — taking after her mama. Walking around the small crib, I came to stand behind Jamie, sliding my hand around his waist, resting my head on his back. He started to sway gently, rocking Malcolm and whispering sweet things in Gaelic that I didn’t understand.

“Yer mam and I love ye verra much, lad. Dinna forget it,” Jamie spoke softly in English and finally after awhile, Malcolm stopped crying. “And we love yer wee sister too, don’t we mo cridhe?”

“And we always will,” I smiled and pressed my lips against Jamie’s back, swaying with him as we rocked our son back to sleep.

#fraser memorial #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #outlander fanfiction #ch 9 #bairns #twins #fraser wee bairns #mclairefras #they got married sae cute

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