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peacedolantwins · 4 years

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Already Gone pt. 2

A/n: hi i finished this at three in the morning so if there’s typos and stuff come yell at me so I can fix it

It had been over a month since the break up when Grayson passed by the back door and heard Ethan on the with someone. When he heard who was on the other line he paused.

“But mom, what if… what if you only get one shot at love? What if she was the one and I blew it? What am I supposed to do?” Just from listening in Grayson knew his brother was close to tears.

Ethan never really wore his heart on his sleeve. He kept it hidden away because if no one can get close it meant he couldn’t get hurt. But he let you in and it hurt more than ever now that you were gone.

All the times he made fun of Grayson for thinking every girl he talked to was his soulmate, he finally got it. You were his and he could feel it.

For the first time in his life, he felt what he could only begin to describe as anger and hate towards his brother. Grayson was supposed to be his best friend, his biggest supporter, the person he could trust with anything and everything. But Grayson was the reason you left. Because he couldn’t at least be civil to girl he cared about with his whole heart.

Grayson couldn’t hear what their mom said to him, but Ethan hung up with a sigh. He knew he had to talk to you but there was a problem with that.

Grayson really didn’t know anything about you. He had no idea where you lived, where you worked, what your number was, he didn’t even really know your last name. Every time his brother would talk about you he pretty much tuned it out. The only thing he really knew was that you often liked to walk home after work because you said it gave you time to just think.

The only reason he knew this was because Ethan would often express his worry about you walking home alone at night and it’s something Grayson would never admit to worrying about too. He knew he would have to go through Ethan’s phone to at least find your number or anything that would help him talk to you.

It was a few days later after he heard the phone call when he had an idea.

“Hey do you mind if I use your computer really quick? Mines updating right now,” he knew Ethan’s contacts were synced up through the cloud so it should be easy for him to get your number.

“Can’t you just use your phone?” Ethan really hasn’t been in the mood to talk to his brother lately.

“No, now come on, please?”

“Fine.”

Grayson went in and saw that his brothers computer was already on. He quickly went through and found your number, glad Ethan hadn’t deleted it.

He also saw the internet tab was already open, just minimized so he opened it and saw another tab was open as well. He was a curious person by nature so he clicked on it, not knowing he was about to see something he never wanted to see.

Ethan was looking at houses for sale nearby. And by the looks of it, he found one.

Grayson couldn’t believe it. His brother was planning on moving and he never even mentioned it. What happened to their plans of getting houses on the same land together? Why would he be leaving?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan walked and saw what his brother was looking at and quickly closed the tab.

“Me? What the fuck are you doing? You’re looking at houses Ethan! You’re just gonna leave and not say anything? Why do you even want to leave?”

“After everything, I think I just need my own space. Somewhere where I can bring someone over without you throwing a fit over it. We’re going to have to separate eventually Grayson, might as well get it over with.”

“Yeah, eventually! When we have wives and families! Not now!”

“How am I supposed to have a wife when you chased away the girl I care about huh? Can’t have a wife if I don’t have a girlfriend dumbass. So yeah, I think it’s time we separate.” Ethan really didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Ethan- no. Look I’m sorry, but please man… just don’t.” Grayson didn’t like how he had less time with his brother with you around but now he would so gladly take that over his big brother completely leaving him.

“It’s already done. You say you’re the responsible one out of the two of us. So grow up and accept it. It should be about another week while everything goes through then I’m gone. Now get out of my room.”

Grayson quietly got up and left the room. He knew he fucked up. He knew since he heard you two broke up but now knowing he fucked up to the point where his own brother didn’t want to live with him anymore hurt in a way he didn’t think was possible.

What he didn’t know was the full reason why Ethan wanted to leave. Yes, they were going to split up eventually but Ethan couldn’t be in that house anymore. Everywhere he went, it was like he saw your ghost.

Every time he walked into his room and saw the pink wall he just thought of how you teased him the first time you saw it and asked if he was planning on having a baby girl already. Every time he walked into the kitchen he saw you sitting on the counter because you couldn’t cook for shit but you were there for moral and emotional support. He saw you passed out on the couch taking a nap.

But he also saw you on that same couch with tears in your eyes saying you two needed to break up. Every time he walked into the house he remembered it as the spot where you two kissed goodbye for the last time.

Something Ethan never mentioned to anyone was just how committed to you he really was. You had been dating for ten months and he knew you were the one. You had put up with Graysons attitude that whole time and never made a big deal about it.

He had even started looking at engagement rings.

Maybe he was going too far too fast but he just knew you were it for him since the very beginning. So yeah, he had to get out of this house.

While Grayson was still trying to process everything, me knew he had to call you. He was even more surprised when you answered right away.

“Grayson? Is everything okay?” You had his number saved because you wanted to have it Incase there was ever an emergency while you and Ethan were together.

“Um actually I was hoping we could talk?” He didn’t know how you knew it was him calling but that wasn’t important right now.

“Grayson, I tried talking to you. It never goes well.”

“Please, just hear me out. After that I won’t bother you, but please?” He didn’t care if he had to beg you at this point.

“Fine. Meet me after work.” You told him where and when and he said he’d be there.

A few hours later you surprised him when you walked up to his car and tapped on his window. You could recognize his douchebag car anywhere. He unlocked the car and you got in the passenger side.

“So?” While before you had done everything to stay in Graysons good graces, you didn’t really care anymore. He got what he wanted. You were out of his and Ethan’s life. He’s taken enough from you.

“Y/n I’m sorry for how I was around you. I never gave you a chance and I know how shitty I was to you. Especially the last time we talked. But I can try and explain to you why.” He went on to tell you about how he was just scared of losing his brother even though rationally he knew that wasn’t happening. He also noticed you had lost a bit of weight and your eyes weren’t as bright as he remembered them being.

While he explained everything, while you didn’t agree, you could see where he was coming from. You knew going into the relationship that they were inseparable but there were other ways that Grayson could have expressed he wanted to spend more time with his brother.

So when he told you that Ethan bought another house and was planning on moving out, you couldn’t believe it. You had broken both of your hearts to keep the peace between them but it seems the pain was for nothing.

“No. Why didn’t you talk him out of it?”

“I tried but it was already too late by the time I found out. Please come back. And not just because of this but because I know he’s hurting. He has been since the night you left. And I can see you are too. If he still wants to leave, fine but I want him to at least be happy.” He could learn to be okay with his brother gone. But knowing his brother would be gone and possibly hate him was something he couldn’t live without at least trying to fix what he ruined.

Looking back on it, he should have seen how good you two were together. You both worked like a machine together, two pieces working in perfect harmony. You would support Ethan’s crazy adventures and he helped pull you out of your shell. But when Ethan went too far, you were there to keep him grounded. And now both of you were falling because of him.

“Is he home?” You asked after some thinking. You didn’t know if he would even want to see you but you knew you definitely wanted to see him.

“Yeah, he said he was going to start packing…” Grayson hated that sentence even coming out of his mouth.

“Well lets go then.”

A short drive later you found yourself sitting in the parked car outside the house. You didn’t think you would be this nervous about going in.

“Do you mind if I go first? Just to talk to him alone?” You asked Grayson quietly.

“Go ahead.” You got out of the car and went up to the door. You remembered the key code but you weren’t sure about just walking in so you knocked on the door. You could hear music coming from inside so you assumed he just couldn’t hear you. As you were about to knock even louder, it seems Grayson had a different solution.

Ethan was laying on his bed and taking a break from packing a few things when he heard an obnoxious honk coming from outside and he knew just from the sound it was Graysons car. Annoyed, he got up and went to the door but stopped when he saw you through the glass and he hesitantly opened the door.

“Hey E,” you smiled up at him.

“Y/n…” he immediately pulled you into a hug and wrapped his arms around you. It felt amazing to be back in those arms you missed so much but he was slowly crushing you.

“Killing me here,” you gently tapped his back so he would loosen up. “Let’s go inside yeah?”

The two of you sat down on the couch, right back where everything came apart the last time you were here, and you both just sat there not really knowing what to say.

“So Grayson called me and we talked.” Ethan raised his brows at that, knowing how his brother felt about you. “I know, I was surprised too. But he told me why he did what he did. It was a shitty excuse but I get it. He didn’t want to lose his big brother. But he also told me that’s what’s happening isn’t it?”

“And don’t give me that cop out excuse of saying it was going to happen eventually. Why are you pushing for it so fast?” You took his face in one of your hands and brushed your thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“I can’t be in this house anymore without you here. Everything reminds me of you and I just can’t Y/n.” He said it so quietly it was hard to hear.

“Can we try again? And not just because of all of this mess. Ethan, we were good together. I can work on things with Grayson, but please give us another chance?” You never wanted any of it to end but when it did you knew it was the worst mistake of your life.

“Yes,” He pulled your face to his and brought your lips together. He couldn’t even explain how much he missed you. How much he missed this.

He moved you so you were now straddling his lap, lips still connected. He kept his grip on you firm but gentle, scared that if he let go and opened his eyes you would be gone and this was all a dream.

“Are you guys done yet? It’s fucking cold out here,” The moment was interrupted by Grayson pounding on the front door. You two broke apart to see him standing outside and remembered that it was a somewhat cold night for California standards.

“Yeah get in here Gray,” Ethan waved him in while you got off his lap.

“So… are we okay?” Grayson asked his brother.

“We’re okay. But bro, if you ever pull some shit like that again I’m gone,” he warned him.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry,” he looked over to you. “Y/n, are we good?”

“We’re good. Just don’t be an asshole and we’ll be good.” Ethan couldn’t help but laugh at how more blunt you were being with his brother. Before you would tiptoe around him but now you were fully standing up for yourself and not taking his shit anymore. He was proud of you.

“Come on, get in here,” you opened up your arms to give him a hug. As you wrapped your arms around him you couldn’t help but realize this was the first time you two had ever hugged and felt your eyes water a bit.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Grayson asked when he pulled away and saw the tears about to fall.

“Nothing, just… were finally all okay.” You smiled and felt Ethan wrap an arm around you. He let you go before and there was no way he was letting that happen again. He had everything he ever wanted in front of him and he wasn’t going to lose it this time.

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princesweetpea · 4 years

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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: FOURTEEN

Warnings: Language, angst

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A/N: Hi everyone! Taking a quick break from my hiatus to post this. Sorry, it's been so long, life has been... yeah. (Before anyone comes at me, I based Fangs' heritage on Drew's, in case anyone is confused.) I hope you enjoyed this Sweet Pea focused chapter! We got to see a little bit more of Sweet Pea's personal life and the relationships he has. Please let me know what you think! x

Usually rain this heavy would keep Sweet Pea from going out on his bike, but his mind was everywhere else as his motorcycle sped along the slick, winding road. His mind was racing, filled with fresh memories that also called back to some that weren’t as recent. His friends, his decisions… Aurora Jones. “You know, if you were always so compliant, maybe we could have been… friends, or something.” He snorted at the memory of her remark. “Me and you, friends? That could never happen.” It was true. They could never be friends, though even he wasn’t sure why not. He didn’t know why he couldn’t get her out of his head. He had completely avoided her for the better part of two months since the incident at the diner. He felt a little guilty for leaving her stranded, but maybe not as guilty as he should have felt. Yes, you do. However, he didn’t want to apologize. You should have apologized the night of the cookout. He shook his subconscious out of his head and regained focus on the road, not wanting to remember the belated Fourth of July celebration that the Serpents hosted in Tent City. It was a bittersweet celebration, considering the sudden and unexpected passing of Fred Andrews a week prior. Fred Andrews. The funeral blurred together in his mind. The memories of the caring, helpful man that took the clan in when they had nowhere else to go. The omnipresent, uncomfortable ache of loss that seemed to never go away. He felt sick and stupid for the way he mourned a man that he barely knew, but unprecedented kindness without expecting something in return was scarce in his life. He thought of everyone who knew him better; he thought of Archie, of Jughead, of Betty, and of Rory. The way she cried at the funeral. He shook his head more forcefully, much more so that his bike swerved. “Fuck!” He did his best not to overcorrect and steadied himself once more. After a few more minutes of hyper-focused steering, he reached his destination.

The crunch of boots against damp gravel was the only distinguishable sound in dead air as he shifted from one foot to the other outside of the modest house. No, not house… home. This was home – well, it may as well have been home for Sweet Pea. He had spent a lot of his time here over the years; but now that Fangs was… gone, the time he spent here was brief and as few and far between as he could handle. If a Serpent is killed or imprisoned, their family will be taken care of, he repeated in his head. Or in this case… Missing. He flipped an envelope over in his hand to open it for the seventh time, thumbing through the bills to make sure it was all there. A hand patted him on the shoulder, startling him, and he immediately spun on his heel with his fist raised. Jughead?

“I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. I thought you saw me pull up.” Jughead raised his hands as he waited for Sweet Pea to release his shirt. Sweet Pea let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he bent down to pick up the envelope. He brushed the dirt from the outside, drops of water streaking across it as it soaked into the paper. He stood up a bit straighter than before and waved Jughead’s apology off.

“How did you know I was here?”

“It’s Thursday.” Jughead stated easily with a shrug. Sweet Pea sighed, poking his tongue into his cheek, and shifted his gaze up into the trees. Despite everything that was going on, the easy sway of the branches lessened the tightness in his chest. Here it was calm, peaceful.

“Keeping tabs on me, Jones?” He grumbled in faux annoyance.

“Wouldn’t you do the same?” Jughead challenged as he folded his arms and leaned back against his bike, sizing up the taller boy. Sweet Pea shrugged, mirroring his movements. He avoided Jughead’s gaze. “I need to talk to you about a couple of things.”

“It couldn’t have waited? You couldn’t have texted me?” Sweet Pea questioned. This was not the time for Serpent business; and since Jughead seemed to already know what he was doing here, he knew that. The teenage Serpent King simply shook his head, earning an eye roll from his right-hand man.

“Where’d you get all of that? Don’t tell me it’s all from working at the comic book shop.” Jughead pressed, nodding toward the bulging envelope in Sweet Pea’s grasp. Sweet Pea hastily tucked it into the pocket inside his jean vest, scoffing at his friend and avoiding his intense stare. He ignored his question as he pushed himself upright from his bike and swaggered toward the front door, knocking twice and waiting a brief moment before letting himself in. Jughead followed suit a few steps behind. Lena Fogarty greeted the pair with a bottle of hand sanitizer at the ready. Jughead was slightly taken aback but obliged, remembering the state of Mrs. Fogarty’s health.

“So, you decided to come inside this time around to grace us with your presence,” Lena poked, giving Sweet Pea a hardened frown before cracking a grin. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as they embraced. “You must be Jughead. I’m Lena.” She extended her hand. Her handshake was firmer than he expected. Jughead made a barely audible squeak in the back of his throat at the greeting as she tightened her grip. Sweet Pea smirked as he watched on.

“Good to meet you. I’m sorry I didn’t come in sooner. I hope you guys have been getting the groceries I’ve been dropping off.” Jughead straightened with the release of his hand from her grasp. They engaged in small talk that Sweet Pea quickly tuned out. He left the pair to awkwardly converse as he made his way through the doorway to the small kitchen on the left of the entrance.

“What are you making?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed as he leaned against the doorframe. The small, fragile woman jumped, spinning to face him with a hand over her heart. Her startled features relaxed at the sight of him, but this didn’t stop her from whacking him with a wooden spoon. He recoiled slightly, but laughter and joy filled his lungs as she shouted at him.

“Don’t you know not to sneak up on the ill?” She huffed, smacking him once more on the arm for good measure. He chuckled in response and pulled her into his chest. She squeezed him tight and stepped back. She brought a hand to cup his cheek. “I didn’t think I would lose both of you at once. I’ve missed you, my son.” He softened and leaned into her palm. His chest constricted at the sight of her pained eyes.

“I’m sorry I disappeared, Marie.” He rasped. Her face twisted slightly as she turned back toward the steamer basket. She stayed silent. His thoughts ran a mile a minute as he shifted his weight onto his other leg and rubbed the back of his neck. It was wrong for him to stay away, and it was not fair to her. She practically took on the role of the loving mother in his life.

“You and your friend are staying for dinner,” She finally spoke after what felt like hours of silence. It wasn’t a suggestion. Sweet Pea nodded eagerly in response. “Set the table.”

Dinner started off a bit awkwardly as the Fogarty women practically interrogated Jughead to get to know him better. Jughead was surprisingly holding his own and definitely not as awkward as he used to be. He seemed to finally be stepping into what usually came with leadership: the ability to speak to anyone with confidence. “This is delicious, Mrs. Fogarty. What is it?” He asked with a grin.

“Jamaican curry goat bao. It’s a recipe my husband and I came up with when we got married, like a way of fusing our cultures and lives together.” She smiled wide, then it suddenly began to fade as she lingered on the memory of her deceased husband. Lena shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat, focusing her attention on Sweet Pea.

“So, Sweet Pea, still a delinquent?” Lena smirked as she shoveled a forkful of rice into her mouth. She said this specifically to push Sweet Pea’s buttons since her brother was in the same gang as he was; she clearly paid this fact no mind.

“Lena.” Mrs. Fogarty warned, half present in the conversation.

“Hey, Lena, how is that dishonorable discharge treating you?” Sweet Pea grinned, the devil in his eye, as he fired back playfully. Lena’s brows shot up and she raised her glass to him before taking a sip and striking his shin with her foot under the table. Mrs. Fogarty snapped back to reality and her fork clattered as it hit her plate.

“Sweet Pea! Lena!” She barked, followed by something Jughead couldn’t understand, but it was enough to make the pair shrink in their seats. Her attempt to not bring attention to her annoyance by speaking in a different tongue had the opposite effect she had desired. The rest of the meal was consumed with uncomfortable silence.

After dinner, Sweet Pea and Jughead said their goodbyes. Jughead exited the house while Sweet Pea hung back, pulling Mrs. Fogarty aside. He reached into the inside of his jean vest to retrieve the full envelope and handed it to her. She furrowed her brows as she went to open it. Her eyes widened. “What is this? I cannot keep taking money from you!”

“Just take it.”

“Where did you get this?” She questioned frantically, trying to put the envelope back in his palm. He gently took hold of her hands and wrapped them around the envelope, pushing it toward her.

“Take it,” His voice strained as he pleaded, his eyes soft. She opened her mouth to protest once more, but stopped when he gently squeezed her hands. “Please.” She hesitantly nodded once after a long moment, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Your bed is still here when you want it. Please don’t be a stranger.” She said softly. His mind wandered to the rollaway trundle bed that they would set up in Fangs’ room whenever he would stay over before, which was more often than not. He thought of all the times they’d bullshit together; talking about girls, eventually boys, once Fangs was ready to share that part of himself, and listening to Earth, Wind & Fire vinyls and debating which record of their discography was the best. He wouldn’t be able to go in that room anytime soon, not while Fangs was still… gone. It would hurt too much.

“I’ll come to stay sometime soon.” Sweet Pea forced a smile and nodded, lying through his teeth.

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Jughead fiddled with a toothpick as he leaned against his bike. Sweet Pea walked down the driveway to meet him and they stood together in silence for a few moments before Sweet Pea cleared his throat. “So, are you going to get to the reason you’re here in the first place, or what?”

Jughead sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Charles and Betty might have a lead on The Farm. They might have a lead on Fangs, specifically.” He stated, carefully eyeing the taller boy for his reaction. Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He narrowed his eyes and examined Jughead’s face to make sure he wasn’t making some type of sick joke.

“How?”

“Kevin.”

“Keller! I fucking knew it,” Sweet Pea pushed off his bike and tugged at his hair, walking a few feet before turning back toward him. “Why aren’t we telling this to his family?” Sweet Pea asked incredulously. He spun on his heel and made his way toward the front door. Jughead dropped his toothpick and quickly lunged to jump in front of Sweet Pea, trying to stop him by pushing his shoulders. Sweet Pea shoved him back and struggled to remove him from his path. “Get the fuck out of my way, Jones!”

“Sweet Pea!” Jughead hissed, pushing him back roughly and shushing him. “Do you really want to break their hearts all over again if this falls through or hits a dead end?” He tried to reason with him. Sweet Pea stopped struggling and turned to walk back toward his bike. He sunk to the ground and slumped forward, cradling his head in his hands.

“But what about me?” Sweet Pea rasped. He normally would have kept a brave face around Jughead, but he was so tired of pretending he was okay. Plus, there was no sense in hiding his feelings from Jughead if he already knew them nonetheless. Jughead sighed and walked over to sit down beside him. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Not even Toni knows. I needed you to know at the very least. Charles and Betty might need you if it comes down to it, you know?” Jughead explained. Sweet Pea sniffed and nodded. They sat in comfortable silence as they gazed up at the sky. The clouds had cleared and the stars glimmered brightly against the darkness of the night. Being further away from a big city had its perks, and one of them was the lack of light pollution. After about fifteen minutes, not a word between them the whole time, Jughead spoke again. “One more thing we need to talk about…” Sweet Pea hummed, waiting for him to get on with it.

“I think Rory should join the Serpents.”

“What, why? No.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

“She pretends that she’s alright but I hear her having nightmares when I’m up late writing every night. Even though the Black Hood is dead and gone, I know she doesn’t feel safe. If I end up going to Stonewall Prep, I need her to have some sense of security since I’ll be gone.” Jughead tried to reason with him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jones. She isn’t one of us. She shrugs off the Serpent title every chance she gets. No.” Sweet Pea protested.

“Listen, Sweet Pea, this is going to happen whether you like it or not. It would go a lot smoother if you were on board. I need her to agree to it as well and that won’t happen if she feels like she’s not welcome. Besides, she’s had a rough go of it and doesn’t have many people that she can rely on. Think of how our lives have changed simply from being a part of a family that always wants us.” Jughead suggested firmly. Sweet Pea groaned and tugged at his hair. She was somehow infiltrating every aspect of his life and he was beginning to lose ways of escaping. “Are you disagreeing on behalf of the Serpents or on behalf of yourself?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sweet Pea fired back defensively.

“I know that you kissed her.” Jughead proclaimed. He wasn’t asking, and he wasn’t talking about the kiss during the game, the one in the Serpent HQ all those months ago. How did he know? How did he find out? He knew that Rory would never tell Jughead. Sweet Pea’s stomach dropped and he faltered, but only slightly. Right… kissed. Images of tangled limbs, lips on neck, hands in hair, face between thighs. “That’s all that happened, right?” No, that was not all that happened – not even close.

“Yes,” Sweet Pea lied, maintaining eye contact as unsuspiciously he could muster. He could lie to cops with ease – surely it would be a walk in the park to lie to Jughead Jones. Jughead searched his face for a few lingering seconds before deciding that he was telling the truth. Sweet Pea bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smirking, satisfied by the rush of getting away with a forbidden lie. He regained his composure. “Nothing to worry about, Jones. We were drunk.” He lied again. He was pressing his luck here, he knew it, but that first part wasn’t a lie. There was nothing to worry about. Up until the funeral and cookout a couple of weeks prior, he hadn’t had any contact with her in months. Their days of hate-sex were over, weren’t they?

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motherofoliver · 4 years

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Lost on You (Chapter 1)

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Summary: After over a year on a roller coaster ride, Kaneki leaves prison and attempts to make amends for his mistakes.

Word Count: 2,118

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“Here are your things. You may exit through that door.” The guard slid Kaneki his things through a small opening in the glass and pointed towards the metal door leading to the outside world. He put on his jacket, bloodstains still on it.

That’s gonna be a bitch to dry clean.

After checking his wallet, Kaneki pushed the metal door open and walked outside to find a vintage red Mustang with a familiar face standing besides it.

“Where’s Touka?”

“I missed you too, buddy. Please try to contain your excitement at seeing me.” Hide chuckled as he came up closer and embraced the dark-haired man. It took a while for Kaneki to hug him back. He wasn’t sure when the last time he was held by anyone was. Definitely over a month. Maybe over three months. Not since T…

“You smell like shit.” Hide wrinkled his nose and stepped back while comically waving his hand.

“Yeah, prison can do that to you.” Kaneki made his way to the front seat of the car and leaned it back.

“Did they make you shower with expired chicken stock?” Hide got into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. Pop music blared from the radio as he reversed the car and sped onto the main street. “My place is closer than yours, we’ll stop there so you can shower and have a change of clothes.”

“Just take me home.” Kaneki sounded exhausted. He slid down his seat and placed his arm over his eyes.

“No can do. Akira wants to see you.”

Kaneki groaned. “I just got out. I can’t attend a work meeting right now.”

“Hey man, it’s the least you could do. She busted her ass to get you out.” Hide sounded playful but Kaneki knew him well enough to know there was a tinge of reproach in his voice. Akira must have pulled a lot of strings she did not want to pull. The familiar wave of guilt washed over him and his throat tightened.

“Will Touka be there?” And would she speak to me if she was?

“I don’t know, I think she’s been busy with a new client.” Hide was tapping his fingers against the wheel with the music but Kaneki could feel his eyes glancing at him with concern. “I thought guys got buff in jail, how did you manage to get thinner?” Hide tried to cheer up the atmosphere by teasing him but his mind was already elsewhere.

“Yeah, well, prison food tastes like shit.” Kaneki replied absentmindedly. He couldn’t actually remember what prison food tasted like or if he even ate it. He couldn’t remember much of anything besides the thoughts that kept a watchful rotation in his head like a music worm you can’t hum your way out of.

“Don’t worry about that. Tonight I’ll take you out for the best meal of your life. It’ll be a mukbang of all your favorite foods. Gotta celebrate you surviving prison.”

Kaneki didn’t react. He was already humming his tune.

***

Breaking news! Our favorite hot mess, Ken Kaneki, is out of prison after only serving one month of his prison sentence! Insider sources tell us a deal was mediated with the prosecution and the actor was released on parole this morning! We contacted his agency for a statement on the release of the famous one eyed dragon but they have yet to reach out. Do you think he got off easy? Share your thoughts with us on our social media at…

Akira closed her browser tab and took a deep sigh. She could already feel a headache forming behind her eyes and she was positive it will get worse within the next few hours. She pressed her intercom button “Hairu, could you please get me some water and Paracetamol before Kaneki gets here?”

“Yes, ma’am” The reply was quick and Akira immediately heard the sound of Hairu leaving her desk to the communal office area.

How will we spin this one?

Throughout the last year, working as Kaneki’s publicist meant she has had to bend over backwards and use every trick up her sleeve to maintain a modicum of a career for him. Paying exuberant amounts of money to cover up his drug use, settlements, bribes, killing stories and videos of his repeated arrests, convincing prostitutes not to post photos of him snorting cocaine off them on their Instagram, negotiating with producers and directors to keep him on their movies even though he’s consistently 6 hours late to set and doesn’t even know his lines.

It’s just a phase; he’s going through a difficult time.

Or so she kept telling herself as he punched and kicked and snorted his way through the five stages of grief. It took less than 3 months to change his reputation from the ‘wholesome child star who made it’ into a violent drug addict who couldn’t stay sober for a five minutes morning statement of apology. His childhood portraits turned into snarky memes on social media mocking his downward spiral. Tabloids competed to come up with the most outrageous story of the day about him, and they didn’t have to work too hard to find them.

Hairu knocked at the door. Akira nodded for her to enter. She placed a sheet of pills and a water bottle on her desk then moved out. Akira interrupted her at the door “Is Touka in the office today?”

“No, ma’am. She went to Italy yesterday for the photoshoot.”

Thank God. “Thank you, Hairu.” At least that will be one less outburst to deal with today. Hairu nodded and closed the door behind her.

Kaneki would definitely make a scene if Touka was around. He has managed to botch every interaction they had ever since they broke up and Touka has been through enough last few months. There was no need to add the burden of handling Kaneki just yet.

Speak of the devil.

Akira’s phone lit up with a message from Hide: “Just dropped Kaneki off. He’s all yours.”

Akira took a deep breath and reached for the pills.

***

Kaneki felt every eye in the hall on him. He had hoped his entry would be inconspicuous but looking at his reflection in the elevator, he realized he may have overdone it a bit with the black. He looked like a modern day rendition of the grim reaper if he wanted to start a goth band. Kaneki clicked the 14th floor button, Creative Celebrity Globe.

What a dumb fucking name.

Unconsciously, Kaneki started tapping his foot. He wasn’t sure what to expect with Akira but he doubted it will be anything good. But that wasn’t the thing making him nervous.

What if Touka is in her office? I should go say hi. Right? She wouldn’t mind that. It’s only being civil.

The elevator doors opened and Kaneki instinctually went to the right, room 1407. The door was locked and the lights were out. He looked inside and Touka’s bag wasn’t on the table by the window. Music wasn’t playing on her computer. His eyes searched for the bunny calendar he got her but it wasn’t on the wall next to the desk. Kaneki felt a pit in his stomach at the thought she might have thrown it away.

“Kaneki! Glad to have you back.” Akira’s voice snapped Kaneki out of his thoughts. Akira gestured towards her office with a formal smile on her face. The dark circles around her eyes had deepened since the last time she visited him in prison. She followed him as he made his way into her office and closed the door behind them.

“I’m sure you didn’t want to come here today but we need to discuss our plan from now on.” Akira said matter-of-factly as she pulled a few folders from her drawer. “There will be a shit storm next couple of weeks so it’s best if you lay low. That means no social media, no going out, no smoking, no alcohol, no drugs, no midnight visits from attentive women, alright?”

Kaneki rolled his eyes. “Why not just tie me to a chair and be done with it?”

“Will that be necessary?” Akira’s glare was hard. Kaneki wanted to glare back but he felt too ashamed to try it.

Akira continued. “After that, I have set some volunteer activities for you to join. We’ll leak photos after you prove your presence with the other volunteers. If we feel the time is right, Hairu will start posting on your social media to begin rehabilitating your image and …”

“Isn’t it best if Touka does that?” Kaneki interrupted. “She is more familiar with my personal brand.”

Akira’s look would have been almost condescending if not for the pity. “You don’t have a personal brand left, and Touka no longer works on your team.” Akira said slowly, as if she was talking to a child. “Hairu is more than competent enough for this task.”

Kaneki’s foot started tapping aggressively but he didn’t say anything.

“If all goes right, we might be able to get you a role on a Netflix show set to start production in 6 months. I’m personal friends with the director and he would be willing to hire you as a favor for me.” Akira placed her fists beneath her chin. “That is if you get your act together.”

“What if I don’t want to do that?” Kaneki asked defiantly. He had been feeling like a puppet steered by the people around him for the last month and he wasn’t looking forward to being that puppet for the next six months.

“Don’t want what? To get your act together?” Akira’s eyebrow rose. “I’m afraid that’s implied in your parole.” She leaned back in her chair with crossed hands.

“No, I mean acting. I mean this whole life. Can’t I just retire now? I’ve done my time.” Kaneki was getting antsy in his seat. The room felt as it was getting smaller. Akira’s voice was becoming distant. His foot was basically shaking now instead of tapping. He wanted to go back to Touka’s office and look for the calendar. She wouldn’t have thrown it away.

“With whose money do you plan to do that?” Akira’s question was like a jolt of electricity.

“What do you mean whose money? Mine of course!” Kaneki’s voice rose on the last word.

“Would that be the money you spent on drugs? Or travels? Or lawyers? Or settlements?” Akira dropped one of the folders in front of him. “You still have fees and settlements worth millions to pay. You can’t afford to retire unless you’re willing to go back to jail for much longer than you were sentenced.” Akira opened the folder and pointed to a signature line. “That’s why I need you to sign here. We’re selling your apartment.”

Akira’s voice grew distant again. Kaneki’s choices for the last year fell crashing on him and his breath stopped in his chest. “I can’t do that.” He managed to croak out.

He really couldn’t. That apartment was the first thing he ever bought with his money. He bought it for himself and Touka. He decorated it with Touka. That apartment was where they spent their first night together. Even after they broke up, he didn’t let any other woman in there. That place was his and Touka’s, together. Selling it would mean letting go of that final thread holding them together.

“You have to, Kaneki.” Akira’s tone was sympathetic but firm. “You could be sued if you don’t pay some of those fees and your royalties right now won’t cut it. People are still mad at you and won’t show your movies or buy them.”

“Isn’t there any work I can do right now? I’ll do anything.” Kaneki was quietly pleading. “Can’t I take money from the trust fund?”

“No, Arima was very clear in his will that you cannot access that till you’re 30. I already asked the lawyers.” Akira felt a hitch in her throat at the mention of Arima, and looking at Kaneki, she could tell he felt the same.

Kaneki’s tone became stern “I’ll have to think about this before I sign.” He stood up. “Where are my keys?” He extended his hand.

“You won’t be staying at your place. Too many photographers.” She handed him the folder. “You’ll stay at Hide’s place till you finish the Netflix production.”

Kaneki snatched the folder from Akira’s hand and walked outside. He couldn’t hide the anger in his step. He pressed the elevator’s button as if it offended him personally. He took another look at the document inside the folder before throwing the whole thing in the trash.

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Follow The Light (Warlock!Yoongi x Wisp!Reader)

Genre: Supernatural Au, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language (a tad), brief mention of cheating and death, P.O.V. switching, that’s about it

Word Count: 9K (oops)

It wasn’t every day that Yoongi was visited by an unnerved stranger with nothing but revenge on their minds. Well, it didn’t use to be, but ever since he took that idiot’s offer to help him get revenge on a cheating girlfriend in exchange for some monetary compensation, it seems that’s all he could attract nowadays.

In fact, he can’t even remember the last time someone came in for something as simple as an herbal remedy, or maybe a spell to keep flowers from wilting, or hell, even just to say hi and see how he was doing.

He couldn’t hold it against anyone though; his friends were off far away with lives of their own to attend to and the strangers coming and going all seemingly had worse things to worry about than the feelings of the town warlock.

If he’s being honest, vengeful souls looking for a quick fix were better than no interaction at all. It’s when he’s alone in that dark house with his thoughts and demons that scared him the most, so any company is good company in his mind.

The only problem is, revenge comes with a price, and the darkness doesn’t just come for the seeker, it comes for the creator as well.

Yoongi is not unfamiliar with treading the line between good and evil, in fact, it’s a balancing act he’s been doing his whole life. Every action has either good or bad consequences, and those are tripled when you’re using magic.

At first, it was easy to make the right choice, stay the path of light, deny the darkness, and keep the peace. However, as he grew and learned the truth of the worlds, he realized nothing was as simple as it all may seem on the outside.

It was much easier (and fun) to take a walk on the dark side sometimes. Dark magic had less rules, less strings attached, at least, that’s what Yoongi first assumed.

Turns out, the price of black magic is much higher than he thought, and Yoongi has racked up an enormous tab.

Now it was a daily internal battle to keep his demons at bay, and honestly, he’s fucking exhausted. Should he give in to the temptation of the darkness, or should he fight to follow the light? If he thought about that question one more time, he swears he’d have a stroke.

Yoongi was honestly done with wondering what if, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. Maybe that’s how he found himself wandering a path not often taken, searching the woods for an answer, a sign, anything.

If anyone saw him right now, they’d think he’s crazier than they already do. What kind of all-powerful warlock wanders the edge of town for a sign of the right path? Answer, the stupid kind.

Yoongi shakes his head, the corner of his mouth turning up a bit, “If the boys could see me now.”

He knows they’d have a field day. The ever-so wise and sure Yoongi, asking the universe for guidance? Hysterical.

Yoongi was the type of guy who fronted that he knew all the answers, when in reality, he didn’t know a damn thing. He could fake smooth confidence, but it was a different story actually trying to have it.

But he couldn’t let his reputation deteriorate, not when it was one of the only things keeping him afloat. If people lost their confidence in him, he’d lose his livelihood.

He was the scary warlock who lives alone at the edge of town who solves people’s vengeance problems. People seeking revenge wanted the worst of the worst, so that’s what Yoongi provided.

To be honest, Yoongi took walks more often than he’d care to admit. It wasn’t just to look for a sign, but to clear his mind, calm his soul, and keep the negative thoughts at bay. It is harder to do good when you are consumed with bad. To keep on the line, he took the time to clear himself of some of the negative energy.

The woods were a place of solitude. Nature, the sounds of life bustling around him helped him center himself. It was the only time he left the house, and he liked getting away. He likes watching the clouds roll by, the leaves rustle in the wind, and feel with cold air against his skin. It was these things that made him feel almost human, like he was just a normal person living a normal life.

It gave him a break in the constant tug of war, one that he desperately needed to keep a somewhat sane mind.

Yoongi followed the dirt path at the edge of the wood, hands in his pockets, eyes following the line of trees. It was late October and the colorful array of leaves gave him something interesting to look at instead of the ground.

He thanked the spirits that he’d decided to bring a scarf with him, winding it around his neck to ease the chill that seeped from his veins into his bones. Not to say Yoongi didn’t like the cold, he actually much rather preferred it over the heat. Sweaty Yoongi = Grumpy Yoongi.

The surrounding area took on an illuminated cast as the sun began to sink into the horizon. Sunsets were great, but in his opinion, when the stars begin to glitter in the dark abyss of space, now that was truly a beautiful sight.

He was amazed at how bright these little things could shine when enveloped by such a thick darkness.

Stars gave him hope.

Feeling a wave of calm rush over him as the night takes over, Yoongi pauses a second to breath. The air was magical at the shift between day and night. He could feel the surge of energy in every fiber of his being. It was what being alive felt like.

But just as Yoongi felt complete and utter peace, a new, unfamiliar feeling crept its way in. He could sense something was there, something he’d never encountered before. His sense of peace was replaced with uneasiness; a feeling that set him on edge and ruined his good mood.

‘Why does something always have to ruin my serenity?’ He thinks to himself as he cautiously scans the surrounding area. Yoongi is really hoping it’s nothing serious, because he doesn’t have the energy for a fight right now, or ever for that matter.

He’s about to brush it off as a minor bout of insanity, when he catches a glimpse of light disappear down one of the old trails in the woods.

Adventure is not Yoongi’s forte by any means, and he’s definitely not one to chase a mysterious figure into the dark woods at night. He wants to keep walking, forget it and go home.

His legs even start carrying him away, yet when he comes upon another trail, he sees that same glimpse of light disappear into the darkness.

“I’m seeing things. I’m totally just seeing things.” He whispers to himself, rubbing his face harshly in his hands as if to wake himself up. He keeps walking.

It’s when he stumbles upon a third path that he finds himself standing his ground, staring out to see if it would happen again. He stays still for a few seconds, but sees nothing.

“I knew it.” He turns to keep walking home, but this time sees the light in his path. It stays still for a moment, mirroring him, and if he squints hard enough, it almost looks like...hair?

With no other choice, he slowly trails after it, the light keeping its distance but almost beckoning him forward.

It’s almost like it wants him to follow it?

A few minutes pass, and Yoongi becomes impatient. He wants to know what the hell this thing is and what it wants: now.

He picks up his pace, but just as he gets close enough to make out a figure, it suddenly disappears.

His eyes blink rapidly, mouth agape. Standing frozen, staring at the spot this thing was before it disappeared. Yoongi had never encountered anything like this in all his years, and let me tell you, he has seen some weird shit.

But never had he seen something as strange as this. A light that beckoned him forward only to disappear. The craziest part? He swears it looked like... a girl.

It’s an incessant knocking that draws Yoongi from his slumber. If it wasn’t for that, he’d probably have stayed in bed all day. He’d been pushing himself harder these past few weeks, and magic drained him of every ounce of energy he had.

Rubbing his eyes to rid them of the sleepy haze, he waves his hand, sending his clothes to him, quickly dressing as he descends the staircase. A loud freak escapes a loose floorboard, but he pays no mind to it.

As soon as he approaches the door, he knows who’s waiting for him outside, letting out a long sigh before turning the knob. He doesn’t even have time to greet the intruder before he’s already pushing his way inside.

Too tired to deal with pretty much everything, a quick wave of his hand sends his guest gliding right back to the open doorway, shock overtaking his features.

Yoongi would like to say he doesn’t use his powers to control people very often, but he definitely does because people often do stupid things Yoongi doesn’t appreciate.

One being storming into his house like they own the place.

“You Satanist bastard! You ruined my life, you hear me!” The man screams in Yoongi’s face. Most people would’ve shrunk back at the level and harshness of his words. Yoongi stood there, face void of emotion trying to block out the words to avoid hearing loss.

Ah, the best part of the job, unsatisfied customers. While Yoongi is incredibly good at what he does, he’s not incapable of making mistakes. Sometimes things don’t work out as planned, but in most cases, that was customer error, not Yoongi’s.

As the man continued to throw insults left and right, Yoongi searched his mind far and wide for recognition of the man and what his service was. Knowing what they asked for made it easier for Yoongi to deduce whose fault it was when things go wrong.

After a few seconds, it pops in his head, and he tunes back into the scene unfolding before him.

Red covers every inch of the man’s face, but Yoongi overlooks that to finally speak out.

“You came in last week, a memory spell, wasn’t it?” He stays silent, the man taking in heavy breaths after his outburst.

“You wanted your wife to forget your unfaithfulness, correct?” Yoongi knows without a shadow of a doubt this was true. He tried to make it a habit of keeping track of things he sells and who he sells them to, just in case. Information like this came in real handy during times like these, and he was grateful his memory had actually held onto this particular order.

The man nods furiously, “Yeah, I did, and you said it’d work. A few days later, she doesn’t even remember her own name!” He’s shaking, fists balled up at his sides, eyes turning glassy.

“All of a sudden she couldn’t remember how to speak, or eat, and I found her-“ he chokes back a sob, tears dripping down his face, “I found her face down in the backyard, she was dead, dammit. Dead!”

Now this threw Yoongi for a bit of a loop. Never had something as simple as a forgetfulness spell ended in something as serious as death. In fact, when death came about during magic use, it was more times than not the human’s fault, not the magic.

Before he could question the man further, there was swift whistle through the air as the man’s fist landed sharply into Yoongi’s jaw, sending his head reeling to the side. As he lifted his hand to hold his injury, the man suddenly took off, most likely scared Yoongi would use his magic to retaliate.

Did he want to? Of course, there was no better feeling than sending an asshole flying after daring to lay a finger on a warlock like Yoongi. Retaliation was one of the pleasure Yoongi took in making many enemies, because the adrenaline that coursed through your veins when you used magic in such a way was a fucking rush.

However, Yoongi was too sidetracked by the fact that something he had created had led to an innocent woman’s death. First she’s cheated on, then void of everything she’s ever learned, and then suddenly she’s dead. She’d done nothing wrong.

Yoongi had.

Turns out, not only does black magic have a high price, it also can be highly unpredictable, especially when not in the right frame of mind. After so many dark spells, overuse of his magic, and fighting with himself, Yoongi had been left vulnerable to malpractice.

His carelessness cost someone their life.

This time Yoongi didn’t take a scarf to keep warm. He opted for a flask of whiskey instead to warm himself from the inside out, though the guilt building a fire in his stomach kept it warm enough as it is. Maybe that’s what he needed right now, to feel like he was burning.

He’d lost track of how long he’d been walking, but judging by the fact that he no longer had any idea of where he was, he figured either he’d consumed much too much alcohol, or he was very far from his normal path.

Not that he cared about either anyways. Alcohol dulls the sting of emotion while distance tries to leave it behind. Both of which sounded great to Yoongi right now.

Not one case had bothered him as much as this one. He was usually better at separating himself from his work, building a wall between his personal beliefs and what he had to do to keep on living. Once the spell, potion, hex, whatever it was, was out of his hands, it was no longer his problem.

Out of sight, out of mind.

And it’s not like Yoongi had never dealt with an upset customer or a violent one for that matter. He’s had his fair share of scuffles with pissed customers who didn’t read the fine print. Sometimes he actually enjoyed it, standing his ground and belittling the idiots who start things.

It wasn’t everyday he got a chance to prove how cunning and powerful he was, so he really took advantage of it when it happened.

This hit differently though. It’s like the darkness inside of him liked the taste of death on its tongue, which greatly contrasted the sick pang of guilt Yoongi felt. His demons were bloodthirsty, and this may have been the tipping point. After the man had left, Yoongi spent a solid 10 minutes trying not to vomit from the tearing of his insides as his two sides fought over the feeling.

Murder took Yoongi’s line and crumpled it up in its hand, tossing it into oblivion. He could feel the evil inside of him seeping into his veins, reveling in the news that Yoongi had made a grave mistake.

One that could cost him his light.

The devil doesn’t care about intention, he only cares about results.

And the result was blood on Yoongi’s hands.

He takes another swig from the flask, a slight sway in his step as the alcohol really settles in. He should be scared that dulling his senses could make it easier for the darkness to take hold, but he figures he’s probably already screwed, so bottoms up.

Looking around him to get a feel for where to head, Yoongi stops all together.

While the whiskey sure does make it hard to focus, it’s not to the point where he could hallucinate. And he’s definitely seeing a little light flickering at the edge of the woods.

After taking a second to collect himself as much as he can, he takes a step forward, keeping his sight on the glow.

It seems to glow brighter, edging him on, and he can’t stop himself as he lunges forward, chasing after it like a dog after a rabbit.

Yoongi’s mind warns him that he could scare it away, make it disappear, but the light only moves faster, further into the woods, almost like a game of tag.

Alright, if this thing wants a race, fine, he’ll give it one. Maybe it’s the alcohol giving him liquid courage or rock bottom feeling that his life couldn’t get any worse than it already is, but he’s flying through the trees, swerving and dodging limbs, after the little light.

The sober, sane part of his brain is kicking himself for how ridiculous he looks right now, but the rest of him doesn't give a shit. His filters gone and walls down, he was going to find out what the hell this thing was if it killed him.

Yoongi hates to admit it, more than happy to put the fall on the alcohol, but he was tiring quickly and the light didn’t seem like it was giving up anytime soon. So, no matter how badly his lungs and limbs ached, he pushed forward. He wasn’t going to let it get away this time.

Minutes that felt more like hours passed, when the light stopped just before a large opening at the edge of the tree line.

Tired as hell and dizzy from the whiskey sloshing around in his stomach, Yoongi heaves himself to a halt, resting his hands on his knees as he leans forward, trying to catch his breath.

That, needless to say, was more than enough exercise for Yoongi for one lifetime, maybe even two.

When his heart rate had returned to a safe pace, he peeked up between his fringe at the place he saw the light stop. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but he could finally see what he was chasing after, and despite his efforts to dismiss what he thought was an insomnia-induced hallucination, he really did see the figure of a girl.

She was standing at the edge of an old fountain, back facing him. He wasn’t sure if he should be proud or terrified for the fact that he was also right about the light coming from her hair. It wasn’t as bright as before, but it cast a soft glow that mesmerized every atom of Yoongi’s mind.

Yep, this was definitely something he’d never seen before.

Yoongi collected himself, even straightening his clothes and hair, not that he was trying to impress her or anything, he’s just a gentleman is all.

As he went to take a step forward, he found himself unable to move his feet. He was scared she’d disappear again. What if this was his last chance to uncover the mystery and he blows it?

What if this is his sign?

Just as he was about to pull it together and go for it, she turned her head, a smile visible even in the dark of night. He stepped forward, cautiously, and when she remained constant, he took that as an okay to proceed.

The closer he got, the more features of the girl he discovered. The color and flow of her hair, gently swaying in the night breeze. The curve of her cheeks, her smile pushing them high, a red tinge blossoming at the apples.

She didn’t look at him, but he could see the frame of her eyes, soft and wide, cute.

For a creature of which Yoongi knew nothing about, she looked seemingly human, save for the whole glowing hair thing. Her outfit was simple and warm, smothering her small frame in layers to stave off the cold.

If he had seen her in any other setting, he might’ve given her a second glance, maybe even indulged in some light conversation. He couldn’t deny that she was pretty, but the fact that she is running around the woods at night, seemingly taunting Yoongi to follow, made him leery.

He knew of other mystical beings, from simple to complex, but he’d never come across something like her before. He’d tried, after the first sighting, searching his library for a book on moving masses of light. Of course, he always ended up with nothing.

Learning she actually was a she and not just a ball of energy or something, only further complicated things.

What in the hell is she?

“I like the woods at night,” she says, voice soft and light from not being used. Yoongi stops next to her, looking up from the ground to her, but she remains focused on the fountain ahead.

“It’s quiet and peaceful,” she lifts her gaze to him, smile growing, “the perfect place to think.”

He’s not sure if he’s to respond or stay quiet, so he opts for the latter and turns back to the fountain, placing his hands in his pockets to avoid swaying them like an idiot like he does when he’s nervous.

Yoongi hears her take a deep breath, releasing it and then speaks again, “So many paths to take, yet they all led here.”

Yoongi finally takes a second to survey his surroundings, and he indeed sees several other trails all leading to the fountain. When he looks at the thing, he notes the vines wound around the edges, leaves caked in the bottom, and only the lightest of trickles coming from the top.

It was pitiful, honestly.

“Do you believe in fate?” Her question addressed to him startles him. His mind almost tricked him into thinking this was all just a figment of his imagination, but when he turned to see her waiting for his answer, he feels a cold sensation in his hand.

Her fingers wrap gently around one of his own, holding it softly, and he looks back up into her eyes, smile still present.

Clearing his throat, he turns his attention back to the fountain to avoid showing how pink stained his cheeks grew. He’d never really had many intimate interactions with girls, or anyone really. He’d preferred solitude in the relationship aspect. He didn’t really trust others, and found keeping up with humans and their emotions rather exhausting.

The only friends he’d ever had were the ones he’d met when he was younger. The seven of them used to stir up trouble any chance they could get.

Now that they were older, though, most of them moved on to other things, from starting families, to stable jobs, to traveling the world.

Yoongi was the only one who remained in the same place, following the same path in an endless circle, repeating every day just the same as the last.

He didn’t know how to break free from it, or if he even wanted to.

After standing in silence for a while, Yoongi realizes he still hasn’t answered her question.

“I guess,” he states, hoping it will satisfy her, but she holds her ground, waiting, so he continues, “I mean, do I think we all have a destiny we can’t outrun, then sure. And, we’re here, right now, for some reason, so maybe?”

She releases his hand to settle at the edge of the fountain, looking out into the woods, almost searching for something.

Yoongi is about to ask her what she’s looking for when she speaks before he can get the words out.

“I can sense something in you.” She says, soft smile gracing her lips, eyes moving to look at him, as if actually seeing something inside of him.

Rubbing his neck as he circles her, dropping down to rest on the edge next to her, he sighs, eyes dropping to the ground.

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of a bad person, you’re not the first person to come to that conclusion.”

Yoongi doesn’t lift his eyes from their spot trained on a leaf settled on the ground. He does, however, feel her turn towards him, feels her hand as it comes to rest on his knee.

Slowly, he looks up and meets her eyes, seriousness swirling in them though her mouth stays curved upwards.

“It’s actually quite the opposite Yoongi. Everyone makes mistakes, it’s how you learn from them that matters.”

It was like time had stopped; everything around him had frozen in place and he couldn’t tear his eyes from hers. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard her right. How could she, let alone anyone, possibly see anything but evil in him, especially if she knew what he had done. He could feel it in himself every day, and by the way people gossiped about him, he knew others could too.

And how had she known his name?

She removes her hand from his knee to clasp them together in front of her, “So, what and how will you change?”

After that, he avoided answering you by grilling you instead; you could tell he was startled by your revelations. You liked the mystery, though, so you’d offered him no answers and disappeared into the night before he could object.

It probably wasn’t fair, no, it definitely wasn’t fair, but it sure was fun.

You’d woken up with the sudden urge to visit a place you’d never heard of. Leaving on a whim, you found yourself in a small town with an abundance of hiking trails and the story of an evil warlock surrounding it.

The whole thing felt eerily familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten a feeling so strong it carried you away from home.

In reality, there was no true home for you. You moved around so much, no place was ever permanent, but that was just how your life worked.

You couldn’t ignore destiny.

So here you are, waking up in a little inn on the east side of town, wondering if you’d go to him this time, or continue to let him chase you.

You figured he’d be pretty shaken up after last night, especially considering how intoxicated he’d been, and decided you’d take the initiative.

Packing a small bag for the journey ahead, you quickly showered and got dressed, locking the door behind you and heading off.

You’d known the first time you heard about him that he was the reason you were here.

You didn’t show up in a strange place on a whim just for fun, it was more like, work.

Since you were little you’d been given the task of guiding others to their fate. It started off with little things, because as a child you didn’t truly understand what fate even was. As you got older, the tasks became higher stakes. You’d had some charges that refused to believe, and it pained a small part inside of you knowing there was nothing you could do.

Sometimes, people just needed to figure out their path on their own. When they needed a little extra help, that’s when you came in.

You were here to help Yoongi find his way, and from the second the feeling sparked within you, you knew it’d be more difficult than the rest.

You hadn’t even really met him and you knew he’d be a tough nut to crack.

You did, however, sense his desire to find the right path, so you had hope this wouldn’t end in a total lost cause.

Still, as you trekked your way across town in the direction the innkeeper said he lived, you couldn’t help the nervous tick growing inside of you.

You hadn’t worked with many magical folk, and if his reputation precedes him, then Yoongi is as powerful as they come. Humans were one thing, they could easily be persuaded and helped into understanding.

Warlocks were an entirely different story. Most witches and warlocks pride themselves on knowing everything there is to know about all the worlds. So when a force beyond their knowledge comes in to guide them, they have a hard time releasing the reins.

No matter how difficult this would be, you were determined to give it your all. Yoongi has something incredibly beautiful inside of him and you want to help him find it.

This is the case that would change your life.

You just knew it.

The hangover was worse than any he’d encountered before. Alcohol and startling revelations create quite the nasty combo. It hit Yoongi like a K.O. and he was sure this is where he would die.

In his bed.

Same clothes from last night.

It’d be one hell of an obituary.

What he wasn’t expecting at 8 a.m., just when he finally fell asleep, was a knock on the door. It was softer than the one from yesterday, but it was a pain in the ass nonetheless.

He got up, not even bothering to fix his appearance. He was too exhausted and grumpy for that, and he wanted to make sure whoever was bothering him at this hour could tell.

He took the stairs two at a time, swifter than someone with a hangover should, but let’s blame that on the magic.

Yoongi doesn’t even grab the door handle, he just flicks his wrist and makes the door fly open, hitting the wall behind it so hard, some bits of the plaster break off and fall to the ground.

“This better be good or else-“ and he’s suddenly wishing he could take all of the theatrics back, because he definitely did not think it’s be the beautifully mysterious girl from last night knocking at his door.

He almost forgets that your the reason he’d gotten no sleep last night, but as quickly as his face turns red from embarrassment, it shifts to a shade of aggravation.

It was almost sad that you could tell the difference between the colors, having seen it so many times before.

He stormed off into the kitchen to make himself some coffee to wake himself up, and you stand in the doorway, not exactly sure what to do.

He hadn’t invited you in, in fact, it looked like quite the opposite.

Before you could apologize and walk away, though, your body is pulled forward, the door swinging shut behind you.

This should be interesting.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have woods to wander and people to scare?” He yells from the kitchen, not bothering to come to you, instead beckoning you to find him.

What a reversal of roles.

You take cautious steps forward until you find yourself in the little kitchen, dimly lit by skylights and a door leading out into what looked like a greenhouse.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air, it was incredibly homey, something you didn’t expect from Yoongi.

“Well?” He sighs, pulling you from your survey of the room. He takes a sip from the mug held tight in his hands, the steam rising softly and enveloping his face.

“I thought I’d switch it up, come to you this time.” He chuckles into his mug, amused that this was actually happening. It wasn’t just some weird dream he’d conjured in the depths of his mind.

No, this was all really happening.

After the initial silence radiating between the two of you as you both tried to figure out where to go from here, Yoongi beckoned you through another doorway, leading to a quaint sitting room. You sat down in the large sofa across from a beat up chair, which Yoongi took his place in.

“Ok, so, you’re here, I’m here, now what?” He seemed impatient. It was probably the lack of sleep, which you could see in the discoloration under his eyes.

“I think the best course of action is to tell you the truth and go from there.” 9 times out of 10 you’d never tell your charge the truth of why you were there. It usually just complicated things and drew them out longer than they needed to be.

Most times you’d just pose as a random character introduced in their life, subtly guide them where they needed to be, and get out of there.

You knew that this was to be treated differently, because Yoongi was different, so you thought he’d appreciate a little honesty.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” Yoongi takes a big swig of his coffee, sets it down on the stand next to him, and leans forward, elbows on his knees. He was genuinely curious as to what you’d drop on him, but he was also still dealing with the repercussions of copious amounts of alcohol mixed with insomnia, so he didn’t exactly seem all that interested.

That didn’t stop you from going forward anyways.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a guide. I help people toward their fate. It’s kind of my thing.” You say, albeit a bit cocky, but you were proud of what you did.

You see the corner of his mouth turn up, but continue, “I’m here to guide you, help you back on track.”

That sends him into a fit of laughter he has a hard time trying to contain. You sit there, staring at him, not sure how to react.

Was he laughing at you or the whole thing?

Yoongi calms himself when he sees the discomfort paling your face. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, it was just so fucking ironic that he’d been feeling a bit lost and the universe throws him, what, some supernatural spirit guide?

It’s just too hilarious.

“So,” he starts, wiping his eyes as his laughter dies out, “You’re here to get me on the right path?” You nod your head and he has to try really hard not to bust out in another fit.

“What’s so funny about that? I’m serious Yoongi.”

He stops, “And is that how you know my name, Y/N? Some magic man in the sky gave you a prophecy about guiding me towards the light and now you’re here?”

You jumped up, red tinging your ears and flowing into your cheeks. How dare he make fun of your job. This was serious business and he was treating it like some kid’s fairy tale book.

You turn on your heel to storm out, but your body stays frozen just beyond the doorway as Yoongi follows after you.

“Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m just kind of an asshole when I’m tired.”

You ignore his apology, turning to face him, closing the distance, your finger pointed threateningly in his face.

“Do not use your magic on me.” Yoongi pales, lending away from you in retreat, and watches as you open the front door, slamming it behind you.

Some more plaster flies to the ground.

He insisted on following you all the way back into town, keeping at a safe distance, though, in fear you’d reprimand him again.

You didn’t pay him any mind, stomping your way back, posture making it blatantly obvious you were pissed. Maybe Yoongi didn’t have anything good in him at all, maybe he’s not meant to be saved. Maybe you didn’t want to help even if he was.

You hear his footsteps suddenly pick up pace, and he’s now beside you, not too close, but close enough he can feel the anger radiating off of you. Once again, he’d gone too far.

Idiot.

You didn’t feel like going back to the inn, let alone letting him know where you were staying, just in case, so you opted to wander around for a while to blow of steam. After a while, your anger dissipated, and much to your surprise, Yoongi made quite good company.

He stayed silent for the most part, except when showing you different places as you walked. He’d point out little things about the town and watch as you discovered new things, in awe of the place.

There were many things that were different here places you’d been before. With so many lost souls in larger areas, you tended to surface in cities, finding person after person to guide.

This place was so small and secluded, it was like a little paradise. Tiny mom and pop shops, a cute park with a playground, a little bridge over a calm river settling at the center.

It was peaceful.

As you explored, you let yourself fall into casual conversation with Yoongi, swapping stories of childhood and life in general.

You’d hate to admit it, but you were actually starting to feel the warmth from the good in him again. Now you’d definitely have to help him, not that you weren’t going to in the first place, you just liked to make empty threats when you were upset.

Night quickly snuck up on the two of you, but instead of parting ways Yoongi offers to make you dinner to make it up to you.

“It’s the least I can do, I was a dick.” He rubs the back of his neck and you smile, nodding to accept his offer.

“Yeah, you were.” Yoongi smirks at you, and you just walk by him, back to his place. He quickly catches up and you both walk in peaceful silence.

You were growing on each other.

Dinner was simple and quiet, but a nice quiet, one that made both of your souls feel warm and content. He bids you goodnight and you make your way back to the inn, thinking partially of a plan on how to help Yoongi, and partially of the way his face lights up when he smiles and the sound of his laughter.

This job is turning out to be more than you thought it would be.

The following weeks are filled with various activities and tasks to help Yoongi find his way. You start off with the simple things, like tidying up his house, getting his things organized, finding him a proper routine to follow.

He’s hesitant at first, his things were all where he liked them and change wasn’t something he enjoyed, but if you were there to help him, he guesses it isn’t that bad.

Watching Yoongi haul boxes of books, candles, and herbs was a hilarious sight to see, but you didn’t patronize him too much.

You could tell what little tidying he did was done with magic, so forcing him into manual labor was a foreign concept, and one that brought plenty of whining.

It would be good for him to take a step back and remember the human part of him, and tapping into that required a break from the magic.

Eventually, he got into the rhythm and focused on the task at hand instead of focusing all his energy on pouting, and, while you found his pout quite adorable, you were thankful he was finally taking you seriously.

Even though the little things did help get Yoongi on track, he still felt the darkness in him growing, and it was starting to kill his hope.

Every time he looked at you, smiling as you organized his potion recipes or laughing when he dropped a box, though, it pushed all of that evil away and replaced it with a warm fuzzy feeling Yoongi had not been privy to before.

When his friends were around, he felt light and happy, but this was different. This was something sweeter, something more complicated.

Was he...falling for you?

Yoongi didn’t want to dwell on that thought, reminding himself you were only here for a job and that was it. He’d be nothing more than a customer to you, and Yoongi knew all about that type of relationship.

Once you were done helping him, you’d be on your way and he’d be left with nothing but the receipt. There was no room for getting attached.

Yoongi did, however, let himself indulge in some harmless flirting while you were here. It couldn’t hurt, and he liked knowing your smile after a silly pickup line was because of him.

Believe it or not, meeting you opened up a whole new side of Yoongi, and he was growing fond of it.

You talk to him, listen, annoy him, help him. You do so many things for him outside of what he would consider part of your job.

He liked that you pulled him from his dependence on his powers, even if carrying heavy ass boxes up and down the stairs on his own was hell. Doing things the ‘human’ way distracted him from the storm inside.

It made his life a little simpler.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today, what about you?” Setting the duster down on the counter, you turn back just in time to see Yoongi plop the box he was carrying down on the floor and collapse on the couch.

A giggle escapes your lips, watching him huff a big breath, blowing his fringe all over the place, his cheeks bright red from the exertion.

Yoongi doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he reclines back on the couch. He’s physically drained and while he doesn’t want to show it in front of you, he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

You didn’t mind though. You knew it’d be a change, finding the right path always was, and you admire the amount of effort he put in.

You make your way over to the couch, falling down next to him, mirroring him as you let your head fall back on the cushion. The couch was old, but hell was it comfortable. Now you knew why he enjoyed sprawling out across it all the time.

Closing your eyes, you let silence take over the air, enjoying the peace and tranquility of each other’s company. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were as well, not noticing how Yoongi peeked one eye open to stare at you.

He mapped your face in his mind. Every detail, from the curve of your lips, to the frame of your nose, all the way to the curl of your lashes. He could stare at you forever given the chance.

When you let out the smallest, softest sigh, the best of his heart increased ten-fold, and he found himself smiling like an idiot just watching you breath.

In a perfect world, he’d lean in and kiss you, and you’d kiss him back, and then you’d live happily ever after.

This was not a perfect world, however.

This was reality, so he’d enjoy the view while he can, at an appropriate distance.

Eventually your eyes opened, turning your head to meet his. You just stared at each other for a while, not saying anything, scared it’d ruin whatever moment you were having.

You thought you saw his head start to move forward, snapping you quickly from your daze.

Clearing your throat, you speak up, causing him to pause, “It’s getting pretty late, I should probably head home.”

That was the last thing Yoongi wanted. He watched as you stood up and began gathering your things.

He felt the sudden urge to use his powers to stop you, to convince you to stay, but he stopped himself. You’d warned him against using his magic on you, so he figured if he wanted this to go right, he’d have to do it the old fashioned way.

He leaps up, taking your bag from the hook it hung from right before you could grab it. You looked at him with a smirk, about to tell him to stop messing around, but he just stares at you, a look of pleading spreading across his face.

“Or you could stay?” Your eyes widen a bit; he’d never been this forward before. You knew there was something brewing between the two of you, no matter how professional you tried to be. There was just something about him that reeled you in; it sent shivers down your spine and felt like butterflies in your stomach.

You’d never taken such a liking to a charge before, but he didn’t feel like a ‘client’ to you. He was more like a best friend, the person you could come to with anything, could lay your heart out to.

He became warm and familiar and all you wanted to do was spend time with him, get to know him, maybe even love him.

You’d spent so much time helping others, you’d neglected yourself and your own needs. If others had paths, you surely did too, right? There was no way, no timeline or universe you could fathom in which Yoongi didn’t fit into yours. He was the only thing you felt sure of.

You knew, however, that there was a possibility that you were not on his, and that after he found his way, you’d be gone and on to a new soul.

You didn’t want to think about leaving Yoongi behind, the possibility of never being able to be like you were now scaring you more than anything else ever could.

Your job wasn’t one you could just quit, and love only complicated everything.

You could enjoy it for now, but it could be nothing more.

Setting Yoongi up to only get hurt in the end would not be an option.

“I don’t know...” you sigh, your own internal battle raging on. If things went too far, you’d never be able to forgive yourself.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, grasping your hand in his. The warmth from his hand envelops yours, soothing your warring mind, “It’s dark out and I don’t want you to go back alone. Plus, you’d just have to come all the way back tomorrow, so if you’re already here, we can get more done, right?”

The hope that illuminates his face is what ultimately convinces you to stay. He quickly sets up the couch for himself, offering you his bed, which you decline but he insists anyways.

He puts on a movie and cuddles up with you on the couch to help you both fall asleep.

Halfway in, your breathing slows to a steady rhythm, your head resting on his shoulder.

Yoongi is about to get up and carry you to bed, but as he shifts, you snuggle closer, burying your face in his chest. He opts instead for leaning back and letting you use him as a pillow. He wraps his arms gently around you, pulling the blanket on the arm of the couch over the two of you.

He doesn’t know how the movie ends, falling asleep not long after you both get comfy. It was the best night’s sleep he’d ever had, holding you in his arms gave him the most peaceful sense of security.

You both slept in well past morning wrapped in each other’s arms.

The more time spent with you, the harder Yoongi fell for you, until every time he saw you, he couldn’t resist the urge to entwine your hands or place a quick kiss to the top of your head.

The more time you spent with Yoongi, the easier it was to let yourself get swept up in the romance of it all. It became a natural occurrence, the skin-ship between the two of you, earning its place in your routine.

The tasks set to help Yoongi find his path turned into domestic activities you shared together, enjoying each other’s company. Checking out of the inn a week or two ago, Yoongi had lent you his spare bedroom so you wouldn’t have to make the trip across town every day.

After the first week, the spare bedroom became spare once more as you decided snuggling up next to Yoongi in his room was the only way you’d be able to get any sleep, not the Yoongi was complaining.

There was never an awkward moment between you two since then, it was almost like you’d lived together your whole lives.

You wake up, obviously before Yoongi, and make a pot of coffee and some breakfast every morning. Yoongi usually smells the food and makes his way downstairs a few minutes later, jointing you for the meal. Your routine has become a joint effort to make each other as happy as possible.

You’d earn a point for every time you made Yoongi a cute egg and bacon smile for breakfast, and he’d earn one for every time he helped you wash the dishes.

You’d earn one for every time you’d surprise him with a quick peck on the cheek and he’d earn one every time he holds you tight and kissed your forehead.

All plans of keeping your distance was promptly thrown out the window long ago.

You’d shared your fears of leaving with Yoongi, and he’d assured you he would never let that happen.

You wouldn’t tell him, but you had your doubts. You couldn’t stay just because Yoongi didn’t want you to go, and there was no physical way possible you knew of for him to keep you with him.

You were pulled by a force not even you fully understood, and disappeared at the end of the job without a trace usually. When you show up to the next soul, your precious soul moves on, forgetting you were even there.

Despite believing Yoongi would come to forget you and move on, you still decided to give everything you had to him while you could.

You wanted to feel love, be loved, but most importantly love Yoongi. You felt it in your bones that this is what you were meant to do, love him with every fiber of your being no matter how long you had.

Yoongi felt the same way. He was perturbed that he couldn’t help ease your mind or find a way to help you stay. You’d helped him so much in the months he’s known you, and he couldn’t imagine living even for a minute without you.

Not knowing anything about who or what was behind your job aggravated him. The fact that you didn’t know either yet could still be taken away from him at any moment without a choice didn’t seem fair to him at all.

He wanted to find your ‘boss’ and make them let you stay with him, or at least try to help them understand that he needed you.

The only thing he could do for sure, was hold you tight and love you with all his might, because the only thing he knew he could give you was himself.

Yoongi couldn’t even remember what it was like to live before he knew you. He credited you for making him a better person, but you knew he had it in him all along.

Every day was filled with so much laughter, so many smiles, and so much love, that the darkness in him had suffocated; the black flame snuffed out.

As he leans in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you wash the dishes from this morning’s breakfast, he realizes you’d shown him the light inside of him was still alive, and even helped it burn ten times brighter. He was excited to wake up every morning, knowing he could wake up next to you.

Yoongi, after the first week of meeting you, had decided to put the vengeance business to rest, and went back to making simple, safe potions for mundane things. He’d dotted all of his ‘i’s and crossed all of his ‘t’s and he felt so good because of it.

People no longer gossiped about the ‘evil warlock in the woods,’ but rather referred to him as ‘Yoongi, the nice boy attached to Y/N’s hip,’ which he much rather preferred.

When the two of you wandered through town, whether it be a grocery run or a romantic stroll, people would offer a smile or a small wave instead of side eye.

Yoongi was finally living his life; truly living.

Yoongi slowly walked to stand behind you. You felt his hands slide from your hips to wrap his arms around your waist. A smile forming as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, placing a small kiss to your shoulder.

But the sweet feeling was quickly replaced with one you knew all too well. One you had been dreading.

Setting the dishes in the sink, you turn around and Yoongi’s face pales at the sight of your scared expression.

His grip around you tightens.

“It’s time isn’t it.” He said it more as a statement, and you couldn’t help the tears quickly forming in your eyes. Yoongi quickly wipes them away, nuzzling your nose with his to soothe the ache as much as he could.

As soon as he came to the realization that you’d changed his life, he understood what that meant. Now that he was on the right path, it was time for you to go.

He wanted so badly to let tears escape, to hold you so tight they couldn’t take you away. He wanted to scream at the universe, how dare it take away the only thing he cared about.

Yoongi didn’t do any of that, though. He wanted to stay strong for you. There was nothing he could do but hold your hand, kiss you softly, and tell you it was going to be okay.

“I love you. I always will.”

And just like that, you were gone.

Yoongi stood in the kitchen, alone, and finally let a few tears slip down his cheeks.

The universe probably expected Yoongi to fall apart after you’d left, then forget you all together. Hell, he expected that himself.

He couldn’t disappoint you though and he knew that this wouldn’t be the end.

You’d become such a huge part of his life, that even the universe couldn’t strip you from his memory. You are his soulmate, and he is yours, and that’s a bond that can't be broken.

You’d taught him an important lesson about fate, and he knew you were his.

So, he didn’t break down, fall into the darkness, and waste all the effort you’d put into him.

No, he held himself high, and smiled knowing you were out there, somewhere.

He’d broken free from his old cycle of life and dedicated the new one not only to loving you, but loving himself as well.

The universe could throw whatever it wanted at him, he was done taking it lying down.

This life was his, and he wanted to share every bit of it with you, the person who showed him just how much he deserved it.

He doesn’t care how long it’ll take, he’ll find you.

After all, you can’t outrun destiny.

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Guys,

My main man Yoongles’ story is out ya’ll. Honestly, this one was the most difficult for me to finish, don’t know why. Again, came out longer than expected, but I think that'll be a theme from now on. Still love how it came out though, sorry it’s not exactly the happiest of endings, but hey, they can’t all be! Hope you guys like it, and if you find any errors, let me know (there are probably a lot, I suck). Anyways, thank you all for the support of this “series” so far, it means a lot! Enjoy!

-Moonie🌙

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A Darker Curse

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Chapter 19: Walking the Wire

Cora sat in her car in her driveway and she dialed a number on her cell phone.

"Sheriff," Graham answered.

"Did you do what I requested?" she asked sternly.

"I did...it was wrong and I still don't know why I did that for you. But it's done," Graham answered. She smirked and got into her car.

"Good boy," she cooed condescendingly, before she started the car and turned the radio into tune into the bug that she had forced the Sheriff to plant for her. If they wanted a fight...then they were going to get one.

"With this," she heard a man say and it sounded like August.

"This is quite bold. You need to be ready for the backlash," that was unmistakably Rumple's voice and though she had no idea what he was warning them of, he was absolutely right.

"You have no idea, Rumple...and you'll be among those I take revenge on now," she said, as she looked over the files that Sidney had dug up for her. She smirked and continued to listen.

"We are. You once told us that the final battle would begin as soon as the curse was broken and we're going to be ready for it," that voice gave Cora pause. It was definitely the prince, but this talk of the final battle was odd. Unless…

"Which begs another question. The curse is very specifically designed so that the product of your true love is the only thing that can break it," it was Rumple's voice and he was definitely talking to the Prince. A Prince that was very much awake.

"There are only a few ways I can think of that could restore your memories beforehand," she heard Rumple speak again, confirming such.

"It was our sapling...a true love sapling that we didn't even know about," that was Snow's voice and it made her clench her teeth. That little retch had been a thorn in her side for far too long and just when she thought she'd been rid of her, she had returned to foil Cora's happy ending.

"No one knew about it...but after you mentioned it last night, I think I went into one of my author trances, because this was in the book this morning," that voice was the puppet again, but she had no idea what this author nonsense was about.

"Remarkable...for all the things I see, I didn't see this one," she heard Rumple say. She didn't know exactly what he was looking at, but she planned to find out.

"Does Cora have any inkling that this sapling exists?" Rumple asked.

"We don't think so...it's safe for now," the Prince answered. Cora smirked.

"Not anymore, Prince Charming," she cooed.

"You need to keep it that way. This sapling is pure magic...true love's magic," Rumple said, making Cora chuckle.

"Well...thank you for the information, Rumple. It will be invaluable," she said.

"Do you think...the sapling could break the curse?" she heard Snow ask.

"As powerful as it is...the curse is written with very specific language. I must confess that I bottled a potion made of your true love and hid it...for a rainy day," Rumple answered.

"Oh Rumple...I'm disappointed in you. Putting all your cards on true love...especially Snow White and Prince Charming's is foolish," she said quietly.

"I know...my son is the author," she heard Snow say. The author...she didn't know of what significance that was, but she knew texts in her collection that probably could tell her something.

"Wait...that was what was in the golden egg you made me hide in Maleficent?" Charming exclaimed. Cora smirked.

"Bingo...so Maleficent is here somewhere in Storybrooke. That was a very nice touch getting that one past me, Rumple," she mused.

"But there's no dragon in Storybrooke,"

"Sure about that, dearie?"

"You brought a dragon to Storybrooke?"

"No...but the curse did. She's...asleep, for now,"

"Okay...so I think the question I'd like to know is, how do I break the curse? Cause we've been here for a while and I still have no idea how to get it done,"

"Sorry dearie...I didn't foresee how you do it. I only saw that you did."

"We'll see about that, Rumple," she mused, as she turned off the radio as her phone rang and she answered.

"Hello," she said.

"Is this Mayor Cora Mills?" a voice asked.

"It is...to whom am I speaking?" she asked.

"This is the Portland Police Department. I'm Captain Selvig. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I think I may have a couple of persons of interest responsible for crimes in your area here in my very nice, small town," she said.

"Really? And how did you become aware that they may be suspects?" he questioned.

"Like I said, Captain...I run a very small, quiet town. We don't get many new people, but when we do, I take the protection of my people very seriously and I had my Sheriff run their names through the database. I realize it's not exactly ethical, but I must see that my town is protected," she explained.

"I understand that. I assume they popped up in the criminal system?" he asked.

"They did. Neal Cassidy and Emma Swan," she replied.

"Cassidy? Cassidy is in your town?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes...then you remember his case?" Cora asked.

"He's wanted for Grand Larceny here and in Phoenix. I'm going to have to fight them for who gets to prosecute him," the Captain replied.

"Well, if I'm correct, it would be whoever gets to him first gets to throw him in their jail and I don't plan on calling Phoenix if you send a couple detectives to come pick him up," Cora said.

"That's good of you, Madam Mayor. I will dispatch a couple of my detectives. Where are you located?" he asked.

"A very small town in Maine. In fact, it's so small that we often get left off most maps. However, I have taken the liberty of mailing a special map to you so your detectives can find us. It should be in your mail today hopefully," Cora replied.

"That's helpful of you...I'll look for it and dispatch my best," he said.

"Oh, you have no idea how much at ease that puts me, but there is the matter of his accomplice, Emma Swan. Her records show that she has an association with Mr. Cassidy," Cora replied.

"Yes...we suspected she was helping him knock off convenience stores, but we could never prove anything other than guilt by association. The district attorney wanted more than that to bring her in," the Captain answered.

"Well, she is definitely in association with him. She had his child, after all. Isn't that enough to at least extradite her for questioning?" Cora asked.

"That I didn't know and it may very well be. I will be in touch," he answered, as they ended the call. Letting outsiders into Storybrooke would be risky, but if they could take the Savior away and she could ensure she was tossed in jail, then it would ensure her curse wouldn't be broken. And getting Baelfire put in jail beside her was the perfect revenge against Rumple for his betrayal of her. She smirked and dialed a number on her phone.

"Now to keep tabs on the two idiots," she murmured.

"Hello," Sidney answered.

"Mr. Glass...I have a job for you," she said.

"I thought I was supposed to be laying low. Deputy Swan will arrest me if she sees me," he argued.

"You're going to do what I tell you to do!" Cora snapped.

"And you'll not worry about Deputy Swan...I'll be handling her," she added.

"What can I do for you, Madam Mayor?" he asked.

"As we speak, Mary Margaret Swan and her boy toy are leaving the station. I want you to follow, unnoticed of course, and take photos of any and all exploits they may engage in. Then report back to me and do not get caught," she said sternly.

"Of course," he answered, as the line went dead.

"You think you've all won...but this battle has just begun," Cora muttered.

~*~

Snow and Charming got out of his truck, as he parked it near the troll bridge. They shared a smile and joined hands, as they trekked toward the cave.

"Just when I thought this place couldn't have more meaning to us," she said wistfully.

"It's the place we fell in love. The place we first talked...I mean really talked when I was still cursed," he said. She nodded.

"And it's the place where I got you back," she said, as they stopped outside the cave.

"And now we're here...just a prince and a princess on an adventure," he mused. She smiled and her eyes fluttered closed, as he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. She slipped her arms around his neck and their lips parted briefly, as they stared at each, before they came crashing together again. She mewled into his kiss, as he moved his lips passionately over hers. When they finally parted, they pressed their foreheads together, as they attempted to get their breath. As usual, he left her feeling breathless and unhinged, in the most euphoric way possible. He smiled at her, as they joined hands again and went inside the cave.

"It's amazing...there's no sunlight or water in this cave and it's survived all these years," Snow mentioned. He smiled at her.

"Just like our love," he said, as a green glow was cast upon them, breaking through the darkness of the cave. He stepped closer and cupped her face in his hands, as he kissed her passionately. Snow slipped her arms around his neck, as he kissed her deeply and she lost herself in him once again. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, as his lips slipped to her throat and he nipped purposefully. She was beside herself in pleasure, as the hands and lips she had craved for twenty-years were kissing her and touching her. He gently backed her against the wall, as her hands skated all over his strong back and he alternated between kissing her lips and her throat. She thrilled, as he sucked at her pulse point, ensuring she'd be wearing his mark. So like her Charming to mark her for all to see. Their lips finally parted and they panted together, as he pressed his forehead against hers, their faces only lit by the dim green glow of their true love sapling.

"I want to be with you…" he confessed, through gasps of air, as he gazed into her eyes. She bit her bottom lip to keep a scream of pure joy from escaping her lips and swallowed.

"You know that I'll wait as long as you need. I get it if you're not ready…" she promised. He smiled gently at her and nuzzled her nose with his.

"I know...and if it was anyone except you, then I'd probably have no interest in sex," he admitted.

"But it is you and I'm always going to want you, Snow. Not just because you're my wife...my real wife, but also because it's never just been sex between us," he said softly. She smiled coyly.

"That's very true," she replied.

"With us...it's just so much more than that. I'm not even sure lovemaking quite describes it," he said, as they looked at their sapling.

"I guess it's no wonder though if just our touch could create that," he said, nodding to it. She giggled and kissed him soundly.

"We make magic, my love," she said, with a giddiness she hadn't experienced in twenty-years. He smiled at that.

"Yeah...magic is a good way to describe what's between us," he said, as they gently picked up the sapling.

"This will be safe with us tonight and we can take it to Gold in the morning. Let's go home," he said, as they with their sapling in hand and arms around each other.

~*~

"Mama…" little David whined in his highchair.

"All right, buddy...I think the fries are cool enough now," Emma said, as she put some fries on his tray. Neal smiled, as he watched their son pick up the french fries with his chubby little fingers and start chowing down.

"He's a good eater...just like his mom," Neal teased. She looked at him in mock outrage and then dissolved into a smile, with a shrug of acknowledgement.

"So true," she agreed.

"I remember...anything with a high sugar content or deep fried and breaded," he teased again.

"I find it hard to believe that Snow would let you eat all that junk," Regina commented.

"She didn't, but she didn't know I usually used my milk money for the vending machine," Emma said.

"And she definitely doesn't know about your stash of junk food you keep in the drawer at the station," Neal said, as she looked at him incredulously.

"You better replace anything you took," she said seriously and he rolled his eyes. Emma really took her pop-tarts seriously.

"Fine, I owe you a box of blueberry," he admitted, as Regina got a text.

"It's Snow...they got the sapling and they're heading back to the loft," she said.

"I thought they were coming here for dinner?" Emma asked, as she munched on her onion rings. Regina chuckled.

"Yeah, something tells me that those two are going to have each other for dinner," she said bluntly, causing Emma to choke.

"Seriously? I do not need those kind of mental images, ugh…" she complained.

"I'm really happy my parents are finally together, but there are things a daughter should not know," she added.

"I agree, but you might want to wait a bit to go back to the loft tonight," she mused.

"Great…" Emma muttered.

"Don't worry...you can come to my house and I'll make us cocoa. I'd love to spend a bit more time with my grand nephew," she cooed, as she lifted the little boy into her arms.

"Okay...as long as you have cinnamon and I guess if anyone deserves a night alone, it's definitely my parents," she agreed, as they got up and put their coats on.

"You coming?" Emma asked to Neal.

"I wasn't sure I was invited," he replied. She rolled her eyes.

"You're little David's father...so it's implied now. Let's go," she said. He smiled and joined them, as Regina paid the check and they left the diner.

~*~

When they arrived home at the loft, Snow placed the sapling on the bedside table, while he hung up their coats. For twenty years, this moment hadn't been far from her mind. Naturally, she was nervous, because she was older and there were changes in her body. He was still the same though, young and handsome. He would always be handsome though, she was sure, even when he did get older. And he insisted she was still as beautiful as they day he met her. Still, there were a lot of people out there that would tell them that they couldn't work anymore. Most people would say that they had each been through too much for this to ever work. And she knew how narrow minded it was of those people to think that something like a number could come between a love like they had, but their words still gnawed at those insecurities she had in the back of her mind.

"They don't know us," she heard him say, as she turned to see him come through the curtain she had around the bed.

"What?" she asked in surprise and he smiled at her.

"I don't care what people say, Snow. Something like an age gap can't sully what we have," he said.

"How…" she started to say and then stopped. She knew how. Many things may have changed, but his ability to read her like a book was not one of those.

"My love for you is...boundless. It's in my blood and sinew," he said passionately, as he gazed down at her.

"It goes beyond our world and this world. I told you once that we have eternal love that transcends any realm...even death someday. If you remember, that whole death do us part thing wasn't in our vows, at least not in the first time when Lancelot married us," he reminded. She smiled and tears welled in her eyes at the memory. It was such a bittersweet day. It had been just them, their very dear friend Lancelot, and his dying mother.

"Having you back in my life is a blessing I will not take for granted, nor will I let idle gossip intrude and make a mockery of our vows," he added. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Nothing could do that. They can try...but they can't tear asunder what they do not understand. I'm just still getting used to it," she said. He smiled gently, urging her to continue, for he sensed that she needed to say a few things as well.

"Life was always so hard out there and I knew it was hard, because I didn't have you. I got used to everything being so hard," she said.

"I lost hope once in my life, when I was on the run from Cora, but then I met you and it was awakened in me again," she added, as her face became sad and her eyes watery.

"And then when I had to leave you behind, it almost died in me again. Emma and August are the only reason I had any hope at all during those years," she cried.

"Every time our daughter smiled...there you were and the tiny flicker inside my heart reminded me that hope was still alive and that I would find you. I had to, because I knew my heart would eventually give way without you. It would have long ago without my kids," she confessed.

"And now that I have you back, it's still taking some getting used to the fact that I'm not alone anymore and I have you back; someone that understands me like no one else does," she sniffed.

"I know that we still have a lot to face and that none of it is going to be easy. All the stuff around us has never been easy...but our love is. My love for you is as easy as breathing and I know that we'll face it all together," he said. She smiled.

"My love for you is as easy as breathing too and now that I have you again, I'm never letting you go," she replied.

"Good...because I'm not letting go either," he agreed, as they stared deeply into each other's eyes and their lips crashed together in a passionate coupling.

"You're sure?" she asked breathlessly, as their lips parted.

"Oh yeah…" he breathed, as he kissed her again.

"Are you?" he asked, just to be sure when their lips parted again. She gave him a sultry smirk.

"What do you think, handsome?" she asked coyly. He smiled and their lips met again and he slowly backed her toward the bed for what would be a reunion that they had waited twenty-years for…

Snow breathed in ragged gasps, as her husband kissed his way down her throat and to her collarbone. She struggled with the buttons on his shirt, but finally managed to undo them all and eagerly let the garment fall from his shoulders and become a puddle on the floor.

"Ohhh…" she moaned internally, as she bit her bottom lip again. She'd seen him like this hundreds of times, but she had been without him for so long too so having him like this again was almost overwhelming. In the very best way though. She licked her lips gently palmed her hands along his bare, muscled torso. He kissed her deeply and grasped the hem of her shirt. Their lips parted and she held her breath, as he pulled her shirt over her head. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love and desire shining in them. Their lips crashed together again and she pulled at his belt, as he went for the button her jeans. They managed to find their way out of their jeans and she gasped, as she felt his arousal pressing against her belly. She panted, as he kissed his way down her throat and to the tops of her breasts.

"Charming…" she pleaded and she felt his hands go to her thighs. She locked her arms around his neck and her body thrilled, as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as they tumbled to the bed. Intense making out resumed and hands roamed, their bodies responding in kind as they always did when they were intimate. It had been a very long time, but it seemed their bodies had not forgotten each other's touch or feel. His strong hands caressed her shoulders and pulled her bra straps down as they did, until they finally traveled to her breasts, cupping them gently and earning an impassioned cry from her. Snow managed to unhook her bra for him and he tossed it away, as touched her there with his hands and his mouth.

"Charming…" she whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure, as she arched her hips against his. He groaned, as she rubbed her sex against his and he slipped her panties down her shapely legs.

"I love you…" he managed to say, his voice husky and full of passion.

"I love you...I need you…" she begged, as she finally rid them of the last barrier between them and his hard shaft was freed from the confines of his boxers. She licked her lips and mewled, as her eyes devoured his bare form. He was even more gorgeous than she remembered. He finally pushed inside her, slowly at first, until he was all the way in. He stopped briefly, as they breathed together and stared into each other's eyes. He braced himself, palms on either side of her head, as he began to move. She lost herself in him, as he brought her pure ecstasy with his languid thrusts. Their lips crashed together, as they took and gave pleasure to each other in equal synchronization. His cock pulsed inside her and her walls hugged him tightly, as he pumped his hips, faster and faster. Their skin glistened with perspiration and Snow kissed him passionately, moving her lips over his, just as he moved inside her. She released his lips, as her climax drew closer and pressed her forehead against his, as he sought to make her come. She cried out for him, as he made love to her and as he always did, he held her as she came. It was incredible and beautiful as always, with stars exploding behind her eyes and her insides quaking in the storm of pleasure. He was seconds behind her, as he came inside her, and she welcomed in her arms when he collapsed atop her. She kissed his forehead and caressed his face, as he pressed his lips to hers again and finally managed to pull himself from her hot depths. He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him, as she now lay atop his glistening chest. Oh how she had missed their lovemaking and now they would cuddle and he would hold her in his arms; something else she missed desperately as well.

"I love you…" he whispered, as he entwined his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him.

"I love you too...and I'm never letting you go again," she promised.

~*~

Cora sat in her house and idly looked through the photos Sidney had gotten developed for her. She groaned and downed more alcohol as she was forced to see the two idiots in all kind of intimate embraces and kisses. But that wasn't all she saw and she took curious note of this mysterious sapling that she had heard about. Now that she was seeing it, she wanted to scoff at the ridiculousness of it. But the glowing in it was unmistakable. This thing was magic and Sidney had been very confused by what he had seen, as his cursed mind had a lot of trouble comprehending it. She had brushed him off and told him it was none of his concern. She really didn't have a clear plan to combat this yet, but she knew that this sapling had to be destroyed. Once she did that and neutralized the threat of their daughter, then she'd take great pleasure in making these two pay for all their trouble. She smirked and took another drink.

"Enjoy your time with him, dear Snow. I took him away once...and I can take him away again...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Emma Swan #August W Booth #AU #CORA cast the curse #evil Cora #Outlaw Queen #Regina and Snow are sisters #warning #mentions of abuse #nothing graphic #romance #adventure #angst #family #a darker curse

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ian-the-existential-crisis · 5 years

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We Can Still Be Friends (For Anon)

There is always a brief moment when destiny, fate, whatever the fuck they called it kicked in. And in that moment, time slowed almost to a stop, the world became colorful, and the only things that could be heard were the chirping birds, the beat of his own heart, and the sudden this or the arrow that embedded itself in the center of the target.

Bakugou couldn't say what made him look over in that moment. He had passed the archery club many times on his team's daily runs. But his red eyes wandered over.

In that moment, everything stopped. But at the same time, everything had just begun. Sure it didn't make sense. Bakugou blamed the high summer sun for beating down on him. It was making his head go all weird. Or maybe it was that iffy bottle of water his redheaded friend, Kirishima, had given him before they started running.

Whatever it was, it made his body move against his will. Stupid body!

He couldn't help it. He moved close enough to grab the chain link fence. There was another this and his heart fluttered. The sound of the string snapping into place made him actually look at the archer.

He was thin, short, with childishly big green eyes, and wild green hair to match. He felt familiar but Bakugou couldn't place it. He was probably just imagining things. But looking at this guy made his heart flutter. Damn, why did the sky look so bright?

His fingers tightened around the chain. He could hear the string being pulled back again. Those intoxicating green eyes calm and unwavering.

"Bakugou?" He felt a hand on his shoulder.

The spell was broken. Colors no longer flooded his senses. The faint noise of the arrow hitting the target didn't faze him. His red eyes easily pulled away from the archery club member.

"What?" He barked.

"Woah, easy there." It was Kirishima. Of course it was Kirishima who had ruined that moment. He held up his tanned hands, as if they would grant him any protection from Bakugou's next verbal onslaught. "You just kind of stopped. I didn't realize you liked to watch them."

"No really." He grumbled.

"Nah man, it's cool. I like to stop and watch them too sometimes. It's serene and totally different from basketball." Kirishima smiled like an idiot.

"Whatever." Bakugou huffed with a stretch of his leg before starting on his way again. "They just caught me off guard."

And so had that moment. Too bright, too fluffy, almost like something out of those stupid romance movies. Whatever. This was real life. That moment meant nothing. It was a delusion. The heat had gotten to him. It was nothing more. It couldn't be.

Practice hadn't even started yet and Bakugou had made his was to the gym, well the locker room. He practically threw on his black shorts and blue shirt. He liked to start before the others. Get a few laps around the court in, make sure all the balls had air in them, the usual stuff. He however, did not enjoy that he wasn't the first person there. He also didn't want to join their conversation, so he opted to listen from just inside the door of the male changing room

"What should we do? With Sero being out we won't have our star shooting guard." Iida said to Uraraka.

Honestly, Bakugou didn't care. But if the captain thought it was necessary to tell the manager, he knew he shouldn't voice his opinion.

They had plenty of starry-eyed first years that would love a shot at playing in more than low-tier practice matches. And with most of the third years dropping the team to focus on entry exams, this was really a second year problem.

"Couldn't we just ask a first year?" The Brown haired manager asked. She held the clipboard, with all the potential shooting guards close to her chest.

"I'd rather have someone with more experience. This is an important game for our school." Iida frowned.

Blah, blah, blah. Rivals this, have to win that. Bakugou just wanted to crush the opposing team. He didn't care if this school and that one were rivals. He didn't care if a win meant the break of a twelve year losing streak. This wasn't some crappy sports manga.

"We could always ask Todoroki if it's that important." Uraraka pointed out.

Who was he again? Bakugou could barely remember him. The name sounded slightly familiar. It kinda pissed him off.

"I don't think he would help us. Isn't he in the archery club now?" The glasses wear male said.

Did the captain keep tabs on all the club members that had left?

Bakugou thought on it for a second before his eyes widened with realization. Todoroki was kinda famous. His father was a huge basketball star and everyone had expected him to follow in those footsteps. What nobody saw coming was Todoroki just vanishing from the court for such a plain sport.

Weakling. So what if he couldn't surpass his old man. He didn't have to run away from the whole sport just to spite the guy. Giving up made him weak and because of that Bakugou was glad he probably won't join the team even for one match. He wouldn't welcome a quitter.

"Shall we send Bakugou and Kirishima then?"

Wait what? Bakugou had been so lost in his own thoughts that he missed what lead up to that. They had to be idiots thinking that he could recruit anyone. Especially some lame quitter that he could already tell he was going to hate.

"That seems like the best choice." The blue haired captain nodded.

Well, Tenya Iida just made his personal shit list. Bakugou scolded. Maybe he would just skip practice today and go home. That sounded like a better idea than what those two idiots were plotting.

"Yo, Bakugou." Well it was to late for that plan. Kirishima's voice was so loud and cheerful it would take a miracle for anyone not to bear him. His red eyes looked innocent but his timing had been too perfect to be a coincidence.

"I think I heard Kirishima." The brunette said from the gym. Of course she would be able to hear him through the door. That was Bakugou's luck after all.

"Very well. I shall inform him of what's going on."

No escape anymore. His redhead friend, who was definitely being downgraded to acquaintance after this, was chatting away next to him and the captain approached from the sounds of his sneakers hitting the linoleum flooring.

If he closed his eyes he could easily hear the soft thuds again. His mind would race back to this skinny arms holding the bow. Back perfectly straight, green eyes calm and steady. Three fingers drawing the string back.

He could hear the 'twish' of the arrow being released. In his mind he could see the string snap back. The arrow would fly through the air. Green eyes blinked after it hit the outer ring of the target.

"We are here to see Todoroki." Kirishima said to whoever answered his soft rap. Bakugou had been so lost in his own head he hadn't even realized the redhead had knocked on the door, or that he had stopped walking.

The purple haired girl in the doorway frowned. Her amethyst eyes glanced back to at something or someone hidden from sight. She then ran a hand through her asymmetrical bangs and with a sigh she opened the door wider.

"Listen, club activities end in a few minutes. Why don't you guys come in and wait for them to finish?"

"Them?" He hadn't meant to let it slip out.

"Vice-president Todoroki is in the middle of a challenge." She explained. "And I, for one, would rather not interrupt him."

"The archery club is really chill." Kirishima smiled. "So i don't mind hanging around for a few minutes longer. Besides, it totally beats having to run laps."

"You wouldn't gave to run laps if you and Kaminari would stop goofing off." Bakugou said, shoving past him and the girl to enter the club room.

It was weird entering the club room. It was so… open. As soon as he turned the corner from the little pocket space that was the club room door, he was hit with sunlight.

And there he was, lighting up the whole room. The green haired male. He stood, just like Bakugou had imagined, with his bow drawn.

It was too bright. Why was everything so bright? Like every stupid scene in those idiotic romance animes that he didn't really enjoy, he only watched them because Kaminari and Kirishima forced him to, just suddenly the world had color.

How had the world been so gray before? How had he not noticed?

THUNK

The arrow missed completely. The green haired boy let his head fall before raising his hand to shake the person next to him.

Todoroki. How could he have forgotten that stupid half and half hairdo? Those mismatched eyes that never held any interest when he was in the basketball club now shone.

Was that also because of this freckles person?

Upon further inspection Bakugou had noticed it. The green haired male's face was full of the little spots. Like a constellation across the pale skin.

"Izuku?" Todoroki frowned turning to the boy. "Is something wrong?"

So his name was Izuku? It wasn't too horrible. The sound of it didn't immediately piss the blonde off. In fact, he kinda liked it.

"It's nothing." He finally replied. Bakugou couldn't see his face.

But the conversation was interrupted by Kirishima, who had finished apologizing for Bakugou's rudeness. Which, in his defense, that purple haired girl opened the door to let them in, so Bakugou didn't think he was rude at all.

Izuku pushed past the vice-president and fled at the same time that the redhead waved happily. "Yo, Todoroki. It's been a while man. How are you?"

The half and half bastard gave them a pinched smile. "What can I help you with?"

Woah, talk about cold shoulder. Maybe Bakugou would get lucky and he would just straight up say no. No fighting, no begging, just a solid no. He probably knew they were from the basketball club. They had even been stupid enough to wear their jackets.

Kirishima started to talk, but like usual Bakugou tried to tune him out. He opted to, instead, listen to the purple haired chick.

"What happened?" She turned to a black haired woman.

"Izuku missed his shot." The busty black haired beauty shook her head. Bakugou recognized her. Who wouldn't? She was Momo Yaoyorozu. Not only was she the president of the archery club but she was also vice-president for the student council.

The purple haired girl looked worried. "Was it because of the racket? Should I not have let them on?"

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with that, Kyoka." Momo gave her a loving smile. "They had been at it for so long, I'm not even surprised he lost focus."

"No." Todoroki's voice overshadowed the their conversation.

"Aw, come on man. We used to be on the same team."

"Used to be. I am no longer a part of the team." He gave a curt bow. "Now if you don't mind, I have more pressing matters to attend to."

The way he shut Kirishima down kind of pissed him off. Only Bakugou was allowed to do that to his friend. He wasn't going to take it quietly.

"Listen up bastard." The blonde frowned. "We are going to keep asking until you say yes. Just give up and help us this one time. Unless you think you are so awful you can't."

He glared, hoping to rule him up. But the voice that responded didn't belong to Shouto Todoroki.

"Shouto is amazing!"

Bakugou turned around. Izuku was standing opposite of him, back in his school uniform. His green eyes watched him menacingly.

"Izuku." He tone was warning the boy. Of what, Bakugou had no clue.

"Whatever nerd. We'll be back tomorrow." He turned with a hmph and grabbed Kirishima's arm. "Let's go."

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#bnha #anon #winner of rhe subtex contest #tododeku #future/implied bakudeku #future/implied todobakudeku #is this fluff #uh #im not sure what happened #no quirks au #sports stuff #i googled everything #ien viciously man handles words

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reformedkingsmanagent · 6 years

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uhhh if you’re taking requests for more Charlie things what about further exploration of breathplay?

AN: This isn’t quite different from before, but I hope this is okay! I have been working on this for most of the winter break and I really hope you guys like it!

Prompt: Charlie and a choking kink? I suppose.

Pairing: Charlie x reader

Word Count: 8020

Warnings: Definitely nsfw, violence, language

Also: I tried doing a Kingsman-type moment where there’s music tied to a fight scene? It sounds silly now, but at the time I was super excited about it. I tried putting a link to the song on YouTube, but it put the video at the bottom which means you might get spoiled on your way down to press play so instead I’ll put the link here so you can open it in another tab. And if you don’t want to listen to it that’s totally fine too! I know it’s a bit much. (Also, I’m using an IPad to post this so embedding links doesn’t work so sorry that it’s going to look so ugly!)

Straight From the Heart - Irma Thomas

https://youtu.be/PZGPy3bvfKM

“Sleep on it,” Merlin demanded. “We don’t know enough yet. If I send you in there now, I could be sending you t’ your death. We are low on resources as it is, I don’t need to be losing agents when we haven’t even replaced them all.” Normally Merlin’s words were law, and that was it. But there was something in the back of your mind that was prompting you towards outright defiance.

“Go home.” Merlin fixed you with a severe gaze before he walked away, the quiet whirring of his mechanical legs dissipating the further down the hall he went.

You knew there was something about this intel that rang true. You needed to find out who had managed to escape Poppyland with enough pull to maintain her networks. The only person that came to mind based on the little intel that had been recovered was Charlie. Merlin knew about your connection with Charlie, but as you swore to him and to yourself, you had no feelings for him, not anymore. Besides, he was very much dead, and by Eggsy’s hand. It couldn’t be him.

With the fallout from the attack on Kingsman largely settled, you went from being a requisitions agent to a full-fledged Kingsman. You were promoted at Merlin’s request, and as you noted earlier, Merlin’s word was law.

Most of the time.

The music was loud, but you were able to tune it out. The lighting was dim, but all you needed to see was your target. People with no care for personal space kept bumping into you, hands brushing over you with no purpose. Though it bothered you, you didn’t let yourself think about it. You would get your information and get out. You didn’t have time for anything else. While Merlin sat on this information, the person who had taken over Poppy’s operations could slip away. You needed to capitalize on this chance while they were so close.

You weaved through the packed room, headed for a booth in the far corner. You pressed your hand to your side, feeling the outline of the knife in its holster beneath the dress you had hastily thrown on. You realized that the itch at your back was the tag, still on after changing in the fitting room of the store you stopped at on the way over. You told yourself to not forget to retrieve your suit from the bag stuffed in the dumpster around back.

You paused at the edge of the crowd, waiting for the right time to confront him. You kept a layer of people in front of you, effectively obscuring you from the keen eyes of the guards surrounding the booth. Marcus, the proof that Poppy’s supply lines remained intact, appeared to be the stereotypical young peddler of all things drug-related. He dressed nicely, too nicely to avoid notice, and he waved money around as if it had no meaning. Tonight it was in the form of a few bottles of Dom scattered across the table, one for each of his friends.

He motioned to a guard seated beside him that he needed to get up and the guard moved aside, standing back while Marcus shuffled out of the booth. He headed for the restrooms and the guard moved to follow, but thankfully Marcus urged him to remain with a relaxed pat on the shoulder. He would probably regret that in a few minutes.

You finally passed through the last few people in front of you and headed along the wall, keeping your distance. He made a left turn, his hands casually stuck in his pockets, not alert at all. He had a lightness to his step and you wondered if you were about to ruin his day. It couldn’t be helped.

You paused at the corner and waited until you heard the door shut behind him. Moving cautiously down the short hallway, you stopped outside the men’s room. Hearing laughter, you moved to the side of the door, waiting as the door opened and a tall man walked by. He didn’t notice you hiding in the shadows. It was interesting how unaware some people could be.

You allowed another few seconds to pass before you quietly pushed the door open with your foot, only just wide enough for you to slip through. You could see in the mirror that Marcus was standing in front of one of the few urinals, eyes focused on the tiled wall in front of him. You locked the main door with the deadbolt and he turned a little, noticing you standing there.

“Oh, hello!” He stepped away from the urinal and you heard a zip before he faced you, a smile on his face. “You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that,” he said, walking over to the sinks to wash his hands. He kept his eyes on yours through the reflection in the mirror. “What can I do for you?” He shot you a wink and you managed to hide your annoyance.

You moved over to the sinks and grabbed the back of his neck in a tight grip, forcing his face down into the porcelain bowl. The automatic faucet poured water continuously over the back of his head. He sputtered and brought his hands up to push off against the counter, but you were stronger. You tightened your hold on the back of his neck and he yelled something about letting him go, but that wasn’t in your plans.

You leaned down, the sound of the water muffling his struggles, and spoke clearly. “Who is running Poppy’s organization?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know what you’re talking about—” You reached down and pulled the knife out of the holster at your thigh, pressing it lightly against the boy’s throat. He struggled a bit more, but a bit more pressure on the knife forced him to stop. “Fuck!”

“I’ll ask again. Poppy. Who is supplying you now that she’s gone?” You waited as he thought it over, no doubt wondering what the consequences would be if the new kingpin caught wind of this.

“W-well, it’s her partner,” he let out a shiver as the lukewarm water ran cold. “Tall, shaved head, sounds like Siri in a glass of water?” You found the description funny, but your frustration with him overrode any amusement. Charlie couldn’t have survived. Eggsy had snapped his neck. There was no coming back from that.

“I’m not playing games. Charlie is dead, I’m not stupid. Try again.” You pushed his head down further, feeling him struggle a bit as his nose touched the slowly-rising water.

“No! No! I’m not lying, it’s him! He’s at the Bulgari, I swear it! I just saw him yesterday! You have to believe me—” The water had risen enough to distract him. He flailed around a bit in your hold, but he wasn’t getting out of it. You could detect the desperation in his voice and you had to wonder if it could be true. You forced that small part of you that hoped it was back into the box at the bottom of your mind. You didn’t care if it was him or anyone else. They needed to be dealt with.

“If you’re wrong about this, I’ll be back for you.” You released your hold on him and he fell to the floor, hair dripping water all over. He rolled over and attempted to stand, but you already had your watch set to amnesia. You pressed the button on the side and the barbs hit him in the cheek. He frowned at you, reaching for the source of the sting and sluggishly knocking the barbs loose before his eyes fell closed and he slumped back down on his side beneath the sinks.

You approached the hotel, thinking about how to tackle this. The only information you had was that he was staying here. Not what room number or even what floor. You were sure there would be guards to contend with and they should give away the location of your target, but you didn’t want to spend all night canvassing each floor. You had to get the information another way.

You passed the doorman with a lazy smile, stumbling a bit as you passed him. “Y’ alright, miss?”

“Just fine, thank you!” You shot him a wink and continued through the lobby, approaching the long check-in counter and letting your phone fall out of your hands on the floor. You bent down to pick it up and when you stood up straight, an employee stood waiting on the other side, a polite but concerned smile on her face.

“How can we help you?” She looked you over and you made sure to lean onto the counter a bit more than was necessary.

“I need you to tell me which room number someone is in— he wrote it down for me, but I just— lost the paper!” You threw your hands up before leaning over. “Please, you’ve got to help me.” You reached across the counter to grab her wrist as she was typing. “I really want to see him again.”

She sent you an uncomfortable smile before shaking off your hand. “I’m very sorry, but we can’t give out that information. I hope you understand.”

“Oh, come on! Listen, how ‘bout I describe him? You tell me if you remember him?” She didn’t respond, but didn’t tell you to leave, so that was a start. “Uh, he’s pretty tall, has reaaaaaally short hair, super handsome…” She didn’t react.

Thinking of him brought back memories you didn’t want to think about right now. Thinking about him in any kind light wasn’t appropriate. You needed to focus. Maybe the boy had been wrong about it being Charlie. You needed to say something more specific. You remembered Charlie’s new features and figured they would be distinctive enough.

“He’s got something right here, I’m not sure what it’s for—” You pressed a finger to the base of your throat and you noticed her eyes widen. Bingo. “I really need your help, miss…” You made a show of reading her nametag. “…Emily.”

She looked at the screen in front of her, avoiding your pleading eyes. “I can’t help you, I’m sorry.” It looked like you would have to sneak up to another floor and try to find the room on your own.

“You know what? Fine. Thanks for nothing.” As you turned to leave, you felt a card slide under your fingers on the cold marble counter.

“As I said before, we can’t give out information concerning our guests. We take privacy very seriously here at the Bulgari.” She avoided eye contact, but withdrew her hand, leaving the card on the counter. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” You pulled it into your hand, turning back towards the counter.

“Well do you at least have a bathroom around here?” You asked. She pointed to the left. “Thanks.”

You headed to the left of the counter, relieved to see the elevators clear of personnel. You pushed the button and waited, stepping in as the doors slid open. You let the doors close before you looked down at the card in your hand.

1082.

You reviewed the buttons, counting ten floors. Pushing 10, you felt the elevator start to move. You leaned back against the wall and removed your shoes, opting for the silence of bare feet to surprise the guards that would no doubt be posted outside the room. You had the knife, and that was it. Maybe you should stop and come back with more firepower. It would be the responsible thing to do. But the thought of losing this lead made you decide to continue on. You had come this far on your own. You needed to see it through.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. You glanced around, not seeing anyone. You picked up your shoes in one hand and moved forward, sticking your phone down into the front of your dress to free your other hand.

You stepped into the carpeted hallway, glancing at the nearest room number. On the right was 1078, and on the left was 1077. You turned right and stepped quietly down the hallway, tense and alert. You reached a corner and paused before continuing, listening for any noise.

Leaning out, you scanned the hallway. You saw two guards leaning back against the wall, one of them spinning a large knife in their hands. You couldn’t see a way to sneak over to them without being seen. You could just make out the number on the door that was closed between them. 1082. This was it.

You sucked in a deep breath, tightening your grip on the shoes in your hand, before you stepped out and away from the wall. They noticed you immediately, but you avoided looking at them. You swayed a bit as you walked, keeping to the other side of the hallway to remain out of their reach. You knew they were watching your every move as you got closer.

“Goodnight,” you smiled, raising your shoes as if you were making a toast. You continued past them, noticing them relax a bit. The one twirling the knife in his hands stopped and stuck the blade back in a holster attached to his belt. You saw the flash of light on the metal of the pistol hidden against his side under the jacket.

Once you were past both of the men, you whipped around and slung your shoes up against the side of the closest man’s head, knocking him down quickly. You dropped the shoes and reached into his suit jacket. You pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the other guard. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. Not much of a guard.

You held the pistol with one hand as you quickly cycled through the options on the watch, opting again for the trusty amnesia darts. The guard fell quickly, his body relaxing almost immediately. You did the same to his partner, ensuring that they would have no memory of the person who knocked them out. You searched them for supplies, coming up with a second pistol and a couple clips of ammunition which you had no room for with your dress. You did take the large knife, however.

You recovered a keycard, heavy and made of metal painted black. It had the luxury hotel’s logo on it and you could only assume it was for the suite in front of you. You approached the door cautiously and tapped the metal card on the wireless reader, seeing the lights flash green. You opened the door, grimacing at the loud sound it made as the lock disengaged. You pushed the heavy door open enough for you to pass through, setting your shoes down just inside the doorway. You immediately scanned the room before letting the door shut behind you, worried the sound would have alerted the individual inside. There wasn’t anyone in sight. You quickly pulled your phone out and set it in one of the shoes, along with the keycard, before standing up straight.

You took in the sumptuous decor and spacious floor plan, noticing that it seemed to continue off to the right for a good distance. In front of you was a large living room, the only barrier separating it from the next room, a dining room, being an odd chrome structure in the middle of the room. It looked modern, and housed an unused fireplace near the base of it. Behind that was a long dining table set for six, and then there was a wall, the bedroom no doubt tucked away at the end of the hallway. If the current room was any indication, the bedroom would be just as opulent.

Not seeing or hearing anyone, you tiptoed down the hallway towards the bedroom. Before you could make it to the bedroom door it swung open and a groggy Charlie stepped into the hall. The screen of the iPad lit up his face. You froze, not expecting him to actually be there. You had managed to convince yourself that there must be someone else walking around with the same implant as him. He was dead. He should be dead. You had heard the snap of his neck through Eggsy’s glasses feed, which you had recovered despite Merlin’s attempts to hide it from you. You had mourned him, secretly. He was gone.

“Guys, I already told you to leave me alone for the night…” He paused, just as shocked to see you. His eyes widened as he took you in. He was dressed casually, wearing a plain shirt with some pajama bottoms, his feet bare. His metal arm supported the golden iPad against his chest. He looked the same as he had at Poppyland on that day. The only difference was that his neck wasn’t twisted around painfully.

You felt sick. Seeing him here, it felt like you were lost in a fever dream. You had hoped, despite everything, that you would get the chance to see him again, but this wasn’t a good feeling. You were rooted to the spot, unable to act despite having the advantage. The pistol in your hand felt heavy, and the knife felt uncertain, as if it were destined to never strike true.

“You…” the word left his mouth and you knew what he was thinking. He knew you were Kingsman, and if he was still up to no good, he would naturally be very concerned at your presence there. He knew it meant that Kingsman had found him yet again, and maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to get away. You assumed he thought nothing about his time spent with you. He had been gone for so long, had died twice…all without reaching out to you.

He scanned you finally, taking in the pistol and knife in each of your hands. His gaze hardened and he swapped the hand that was holding the tablet, freeing up the metal hand. Still, you couldn’t move. You could have shot at him ten times over by now. What would Merlin say if he knew you could be so weak? Remember your training.

Remember your training.

You saw his feet shift to better anchor himself and you felt awareness wash over you. Shoot him. Do something. Quit being sentimental. He wasn’t. You felt the feeling return to your fingers and you quickly squeezed the trigger on the borrowed gun, firing shot after shot towards Charlie. He had already brought the metal arm up to shield himself. The weapon clicked, empty. You tossed it aside and switched the long knife you had taken from the guard to your dominant hand, settling down into a fighting stance.

Charlie lunged at you with a yell and you moved out of his reach, back towards the dining room. You took advantage of him being off balance and brought the blade down. Metal fingers caught the blade and twisted it in your hand until you were forced to drop it.

While he disarmed you, you reached out and grabbed onto the tablet, pulling it from his arm. You remembered it controlling all sorts of weapons, and you were determined to prevent him from surprising you with anything like that. He fought with you for control of it, the screen lighting up as you both pressed different areas of it unintentionally. Finally, he wrenched it out of your grip and let it slide across the floor behind him. There was a moment of silence before the speaker in the living room started playing a song.

Do you need me, like I need you?Look at me, I’m crying from holding you

You put your hands out as he charged at you. He caught you around your waist and lifted you up on his shoulder before slamming you down on the long dining table, glasses and plates shattering underneath you and tumbling onto the plush rug. You smacked the back of your head on the edge of the table and you saw stars for a moment. You felt searing pain across your back and you struggled to regain your breath.

Make me forget the pain that you caused

You reached over and picked up a plate, throwing it at him. He ducked a bit to avoid it and it shattered on the wall. You kicked out at him, hard, and he was forced into the bar table behind him. The table smacked into the wall behind it and most of the bottles fell over. He reached down and grabbed a decanter of something, throwing it at you. You managed to roll back off of the table and duck down to avoid it. It hit the rug with a loud but muted thunk, intact.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heart

You stood on the opposite side of the table, using it as a barrier between the two of you. He made a move to walk around it and you maintained the distance, mirroring him. His chest was heaving and he was glaring at you. He was larger than you remembered. It had been a while since seeing him this close. He used the metal arm to lift the table up and flip it lengthwise, giving him a mostly clear path to you.

If time would stand stillWhile I’m thinking of you

He moved quickly over to you and lifted you up by your neck, the metal hand closing around your throat. He slammed you back into the chrome structure and you felt it dent a little around you, the air knocked out of you. You reached up for his hand, desperately trying to get him to let you go. You needed to breathe. You used your feet to kick at him, but he was solid, unmoving.

I’d think of all the things that I wanted of youTo make me forget the pain that you caused

The look in his eye frightened you a little. You didn’t know how he saw you, but he hadn’t held back yet. You needed to get out of this. You focused and aimed a kick to his knee with your heel, getting him to drop you to the floor as he tried to avoid a serious injury to his leg. You felt the small shards of glass prick the skin of your arm and bite through the thin material of your dress as you tried to get up.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heart

He regained his towering height and walked over to you where you were still struggling to get up, still feeling the way the air had been pushed out of your lungs. You kept trying to breathe, but you were overwhelmed with a feeling of nausea. Knowing he was about to grab you again, you reached over and grabbed his ankles, pulling his feet out from under him. He landed on his back with a pained grunt, giving you more time to recover.

Picking up the piecesOf my broken heart

He started to roll over so he could get up again. You managed to stand and reached out for one of the chairs, lifting it and bringing it down on him. He blocked most of it with the metal arm, but he fell back from the force of the impact. The chair broke into a few pieces, and you adjusted your grip on one of the legs, using it as a bat and bringing it down on him repeatedly.

It was real hardA fragile thing like lifeIt just don’t last so long

He sat up and wrenched the wooden leg out of your hands, tossing it across the room. You started punching at him, but you could feel the exhaustion in your limbs. The blows you did land were weak. He reached out and caught your wrists in his hands, bringing you down to your knees in his lap. You struggled against him, but he had a firm grip on you.

It could be for a minute or an hourOr then again, from now on

Your eyes widened as he moved both your wrists to his metal hand, using his left hand to smooth up the outside of your thigh, pushing up your dress and sending warmth flooding through you. You felt angry at your own reaction, feeling even sillier as he stopped over the small blade strapped to your leg. You had forgotten about it being there.

If time would stand stillWhile I’m thinking of you

He pulled the knife out of the holster and threw it across the room. You heard it stick in the wall. You had no other options so you headbutted him, moving quickly once he let you go. Your head was spinning. You reached beside you and picked up the large, heavy decanter from earlier, hoisting it over your head to bring it down on his.

I’d think of all the things that I wanted of youTo make me forget the pain that you caused

He caught it, wrestling it from your hands and tossing it away. It hit the wooden floor with a thick clatter and slid out of reach, somehow still intact, though the stopper was gone and the amber liquid was slowly pouring out. Before you could do anything else he grabbed your face roughly and pulled it to his, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heartYes it is, if it comes from the heart

And just like that, the fight left you. You reached up to run your hands over his chest, eager to touch him, to prove he was real. You couldn’t believe it was him. You were exhausted from the fight, still struggling to breathe evenly, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

You told yourself this was a serious transgression but he was too good, too familiar to resist. He turned his head a bit more and you felt the warmth of his tongue as he explored you. You could feel desperation in the way he held your face, his fingers digging into your skin. You were pulled closer, the metal arm at the small of your back crushing you against his chest.

Before you knew what was happening he released your face and leaned forward, pulling you off to the side so he could reach out. He picked up the corner of the rug and tossed it across the room towards the remains of the table. You would have appreciated the cushion but you knew the rug was covered in glass and ceramic shards. Your hands reached up and gripped his cheeks, turning his face back towards yours. His gaze was intense as he centered you back in his lap.

You felt like you would give him anything, tell him anything he wanted to know if he kept looking at you like that. It was dangerous. This was not what you came here to do. You had told yourself that no matter what, you would take care of this. This was not ‘taking care of it’ by any interpretation.

His large hands slid up the outsides of your thighs, catching your dress and bringing it along as he moved up past your waist and over your sides. The dress was pulled up over your head and it too joined the remains of the dining table. Before you had time to think about how little you cared to stop him, his lips were traveling over every inch of skin, biting where he could, your own hands roaming over his chest.

He leaned you back slowly and you jumped as your back touched the cold floor. You gripped his forearms tightly, squeezing as his mouth moved higher up. You reached out to hold him but he sat up, instead pulling his shirt off over his head. You shamelessly watched his muscles flex. You felt your cheeks heat up as you noticed the slight smile on his face as he looked down at you.

He returned to your body, his mouth open, his lips dragging over you. It was torture. His hands smoothed up your arms, keeping them above your head as he moved his lips across your collarbone. You felt him slip the Kingsman watch off your wrist and toss it away. That was fair. You moved to use your own hands on yourself, to give yourself some sort of relief, but he kept them above your head, smiling into your skin.

“No.”

He punished you with a nip on your shoulder before leaning over you, covering your body with his. He was amazingly warm and you wrapped your legs around him, struggling against him to free your arms so you could touch him, hold him. He reached back to run a hand up over your leg, bringing it up around his waist. You felt him press against you and your hips bucked up towards him, desperate.

You had been in complete denial about how much you missed him. You had been telling yourself that you could do what you needed to do if you two ever crossed paths again. You had assured Merlin you could handle seeing Charlie again, that he wouldn’t affect you at all, but you were pitifully mistaken. You wanted nothing more than to stay there, tangled up with him forever.

He sat up and quickly pulled your underwear off, eyes lingering on the holster tightly fastened around your thigh. “What?” You asked, reaching down with your now-free hands to unbuckle the strap. His hands darted out and covered yours, stopping you.

“Let me.” You raised an eyebrow but moved your hands away from the strap anyway. He ran his hand up your leg, stopping at the band before unbuckling it and tossing it away. He smoothed his fingers over the indentations in your skin and you forced your legs together at the tingling sensation you felt, accidentally trapping his hand. He chuckled and met your eyes as he wiggled his fingers, getting closer and closer to your wet center. You were half-tempted to open your legs for him, but he seemed to be enjoying this. His long fingers brushed against you and you pushed yourself up towards his hand.

He withdrew his hand with a smile and laid back down over you, burying his face in your neck where you felt him pulling your skin in between his teeth. You were angry. You reached up and pressed your feet into his sides, pushing down his pajama pants as best as you could, eager to feel him inside you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t want me to—” You were reminded that he was usually heavy on the foreplay, but you didn’t think you could wait any longer.

“No, please, just—”

He pressed his lips over yours, silencing you as you used your heels to hook around the backs of his thighs. You tried to pull his lower body closer, feeling his hard cock brush against you. He reached back to move your legs away, though he continued to rub against you, studying the blissful look on your face.

He let his chest press against yours and reached up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “What do you want?” He pressed small kisses over your face, to the corners of your lips, along your jaw. “What do you need?”

“Just fuck me already,” you begged, His eyes widened a bit but he moved his lips down to your pulse point.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed into your neck, reaching down to align himself before slowly pushing into you. You grabbed at his shoulders, looping your arms around his neck as he filled you, stretching you. You felt your heart rate increase dramatically, your whole body throbbing. “Fuck,” he whined, keeping his face hidden in your neck.

You held onto him as he slowly pumped in and out of you, finding his rhythm again. Soon he was moving quickly, hips slamming down into yours roughly. He plunged into you so deeply that you would almost say it hurt. It was exactly what you wanted. His hands slid under your back as you arched up, angling your body so he was hitting that sweet, wonderful spot that made your legs shake. Without warning he picked you up in his arms and walked down the hall, gently kicking open the bedroom door. You reached up to smack his chest, a little frustrated that he stopped as you were getting close, but he grabbed your wrist and kissed you, leaving you wanting more of his lips.

He stopped next to the bed and threw you down, instantly grabbing your hips and turning you over on your stomach mid-bounce. You had a moment to process just how soft the mattress was before you felt his cock between your thighs. He pushed in easily, still slick, and laid down on top of you. He continued his thrusts, but at a slower pace. He pressed his lips along your spine, though you weren’t paying much attention. His metal hand was resting beside your head on the mattress and you had other interests. He knew what you liked, but you hadn’t seen him for years now, and the metal arm was very new. You reached over and wrapped your hand around the metal wrist, moving it closer to you. His head snapped up and his thrusts stopped as he waited to see what you were doing.

You abandoned the metal arm and reached back to push at his side. He got the hint and rolled onto his side, pulling you along with him. You wrapped your outer leg back around his and he cautiously continued to slide into you, his metal arm moving down to grip your waist. You felt him relax as he started pressing kisses into your shoulder so you again grabbed the metal arm, bringing it up between your breasts. He stopped there and wrapped the metal fingers around one, squeezing gently. You ran your hand lightly over the metal and turned your head to capture his mouth with yours. You distracted him with your tongue as you moved the metal hand up to your throat. He continued to squeeze lightly, his eyes still closed. You sighed.

“Hey—” He tried moving the arm away from your throat, but you held it there. You knew if he really wanted to move it he could. “I can’t feel anything, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his lips moving over yours.

“You won’t,” you assured him, rubbing the fingers around your throat as if he could feel it. Something in his eyes changed and you felt the hand move, slowly tightening to a comfortable pressure. He kissed you, hard, and you felt a tightening in your abdomen as he snapped his hips up, reminding you of the tenderness you would be feeling afterwards.

You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. The two of you had stopped kissing but kept your faces near, watching each other as his thrusts grew more erratic and your grip on his hip behind you tightened. You felt his hand squeeze around your neck and that was all you needed. Your eyes fell shut as you arched back against him, your body spasming, your walls clenching around him as he continued, though he had slowed significantly at this point. You felt his grip loosen.

“Oh, I’m—wait, I’m not—I didn’t—” You held onto his hip as he bucked up into you, his hand moving down to push back against your waist, trying to pull out as you two didn’t have this conversation.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, kissing him gently. He came, moaning into your shoulder, his muscles tensed.

He soon relaxed, lifting his head to look down towards where the two of you met. “Shit,” he mumbled, his lips red. He slid out of you and ran his hand down your side soothingly.

“Sorry,” you whispered, turning yourself around in his arms, smoothing your hand down the side of his face. His eyes darted up to meet yours and you felt a jolt pass through you. He looked at you as if seeing you for the first time. You felt it finally sink in that he was really here, solid and warm under your hands. “I thought you were dead,” you both spoke at the same time.

“Why didn’t you ever look for me? Even before Poppy?” You asked. “I was here the whole time.” He looked pained.

“I didn’t want to drag you into all this— it’s a horrible business. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, and I didn’t want to see you hurt either. And then with the destruction of Kingsman, I just assumed she had targeted everyone…” He quickly moved on from that and you wondered if he had mourned you too. “I didn’t want this for myself but I had no other options. And when she died, I… If I didn’t take over then someone else would have, someone with less honorable intentions.”

“Honorable intentions? What about this is honorable?” You asked, suddenly reminded of your goal. Charlie sighed.

“When Poppy died, if her empire crumbled, if I didn’t step in to replace her, there would have been a power vacuum left in her wake and you couldn’t guarantee that whoever replaced her would be fair or reasonable. I knew everything about her business, regularly met with people so she didn’t have to leave the compound…there was no one else better. I keep things simple, and no one gets hurt.”

“You think people don’t get hurt? Are you crazy?” You sat up, leaning on your elbow as you frowned at him.

“I don’t put people in a fucking mincer, alright? I’m doing the best I can.” After a moment he relaxed. “This is a job for a whole team, but it’s just me. I don’t trust anyone else. I have to do this myself.”

“Kingsman could use your information…We could do a lot with your contacts.” If Kingsman were able to shut all of this down piece by piece, it could be a huge step in the right direction. And everyone would have Charlie to thank. Merlin could use more agents now, anyway. And Charlie was already trained.

“I am not going back to fucking Kingsman. Get that idea out of your head right now.” You ignored his words, imagining him as an agent in the field. He would have been fantastic. Maybe he still could be.

“I bet if I called Merlin, he would be able to come to some agreement on this—”

“Merlin would kill me,” Charlie interrupted. “I don’t belong there.”

“You’re wrong about that. He did train you, you know. He didn’t hate you,” you said, laying down on his shoulder.

“Maybe not, but if not him, then that pleb would shoot me dead if he knew I was here— Wait, how is he not here? And you, why are you in the field?” You couldn’t imagine what Eggsy would have to say if he found out Charlie had somehow survived.

“Don’t worry, Eggsy is away on a mission. I got promoted,” you shrugged. Charlie didn’t look relieved. “I came here alone. Merlin wanted to wait until we knew for sure what we were dealing with, but I…sort of disregarded that entirely.”

“You could have been hurt, or killed if it had been anyone else. You should listen to him,” Charlie scolded you.

“I mean, you did get me pretty good,” you smiled, rubbing the back of your head.

“That’s not funny.” Charlie brought his hands up to cradle your face. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“You have a lot to tell me about…a lot of time to account for.” You leaned over him and rested both your hands on his broad chest.

“As do you.”

He kept staring at you, his thumbs moving over your cheeks. The urgency from earlier was gone, replaced with a need for comfort and closeness. You both had been through so much. It was pure luck that you were here together. You didn’t want to let that go to waste.

“Charlie, I—”

“I know.” He smiled a little before bringing your face down to his, lips slowly meeting. He held you there for a while, not moving, and you hoped he knew what you were thinking, that you still weren’t sure if this was real, that you wanted him, no matter what. You needed him.

He ended the kiss with a smile, something that reminded you of how reckless but charming he had been during training. You could see a little flash in his eyes and it made you think of the young man who had looked for any reason to detour to your department. He had been sweet, deep down. Especially so once his “friends” had been kicked out.

“Here, help me up,” he asked. You stood, reaching out to lean against the edge of the bed once you felt the soreness in your lower abdomen. He raised an eyebrow and you just smiled at him. You reached out and he grabbed your hand so you could pull him up on his feet. He was tall, taller than you remembered. While you were busy studying him, he reached down and scooped you up into his arms. “Let’s clean up before we do anything else,” he smiled. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

He carried you into the huge bathroom, setting you on the wide counter beside one of the sinks. You watched him as he moved around the black-marble covered bathroom. He turned on the shower and laid out some towels. He soon came over and picked you up again, setting you on your feet outside the shower. He was extremely careful and gentle with you.

He left you there and tended to his arm, removing it so he could join you in the shower. He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t notice you staring at him the whole time. “What?” He looked down at you, a slight smile teasing at the corners of his mouth.

You blushed. “I just…I haven’t seen you in a while, and I’m…”

“Admiring me? Do I still tick off all the boxes on your mental list?” He got much closer to you.

“Of course you do.”

“Oh, so you admit it?” He grinned. You gently pushed him away, not succeeding at all. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do that.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your waiting mouth.

“Charlie—” you managed to squeeze in between his kisses.

“Mmmhmm?” He mumbled against your lips.

“The water’s going to get cold,” you reminded him. You had to force him back, one of your hands holding his chin. He glanced down to where you were holding him before smiling.

“If you insist.” He followed you into the shower

“This is quite nice.” You moved further in and stood under the water.

“You can stay like that,” Charlie watched you, his lip pulled between his teeth. You reached out for him and pulled him under the water with you, a smile on both your faces. He took his time washing your body, and you did the same for him. He washed your hair for you, his long fingers giving you an excellent scalp massage. When you two were done you both wrapped up in the towels and sipped on the bottled water he pulled out of the fridge in the room. You both fell asleep not long after, still nude, tangled together.

“Mr. Hesketh, sir, are you alright?!” Charlie stirred, his arms tightening around you. “Sir?!” He sat up and squinted, spotting the two guards standing in the doorway to the bedroom, unarmed but in full alert mode. You groaned at the disruption.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Please leave.” He moved his legs under the covers to tangle further in yours before laying back down, resting his head on your chest. You lazily ran a hand over his hair.

“Sir, it looks like there was a fight out there— Are you hurt?”

Charlie groaned. “I’m fine! Have them send someone up to clean the room later. Leave us, please,” he sighed, covering his eyes with an arm. The blackout curtains kept the room dark despite the sun creeping in around the edges. They eyed you warily, but you knew they had no memory of what you had done to them. When they backed out of the room mumbling “yes sir” Charlie rolled completely on top of you, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“What did you do to them? They’re scared shitless.” You shrugged, doing your best to hide your smile. He chuckled, kissing you. He sat up, chin in his hand. “Don’t go back.” He got serious, the laughter gone from his face. “I can’t follow you there.”

Your heart ached. This all might as well have been a dream with how temporary it was. “Charlie, I have to go back.”

“Then I might not be able to see you like this again.” His tone was cold, and his light touches stopped.

“Come with me, I know we can work something out—”

“No.” You felt the silence roaring in your ears as a lump began to form in your throat.

You threw the covers back and left his warm embrace. He didn’t ask you to stay. You wandered around the hotel room, briefly surveying the damage the two of you had done as you picked up your clothes, slipping them on. You picked up your watch and put it on before grabbing your phone and the keycard tucked into your shoes. You threw the metal card across the room, hearing it hit the floor near the large windows. You put your shoes on and stood up straight, reaching for the handle.

You glanced over towards the bedroom and spotted him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He looked angry, and you were sure you looked angry too. You didn’t have the strength to say anything else as you turned the handle and slipped out into the hallway. You were surprised by the two guards standing on either side of the door. You spotted their injuries and felt sorry for having caused them, though they wouldn’t have remembered. “Have a good day, miss.” You walked out of the hotel wishing you had never disobeyed Merlin’s orders.

Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, his phone pressed against his ear. “Yeah, I know, the screen on it is busted. I dropped it.”

“I’ll send you a replacement.” Merlin sighed. “Did she find you?”

“Yes. Yes, she did.” Charlie looked at his metal hand in his lap, studying it as he flexed the fingers.

“Then we need t’ pick up the pace. Make contact with some more people, see how far this web goes. I promise, as soon as we’ve got it all mapped out, I can pull you in and replace you with someone else.”

Charlie made a fist. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. In fact, you’re doin’ me a favor,” Merlin chuckled.

“How are the legs? Everything working out okay?” Charlie asked.

“Yes, they’ll do. You just keep up the good work out there. You’re valuable to Kingsman, Charlie. Just hang in there, it’ll be over soon.” Merlin ended the call.

Charlie dropped the phone onto the bed and laid back, folding his arms behind his head. Soon he would get to see you again. Soon he could explain everything. Still, it hurt him to see you upset, even if he knew it would be temporary. He needed to work harder. He got up, thinking of who else he could flush out for Kingsman.

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