#eating lunch beneath them and the petals keep falling on me

[quiteriana]

Magnolia blossoms in the park by my campus

#eating lunch beneath them and the petals keep falling on me #there are some evergreen magnolia trees on the other side that i usually sit beneath #but these are at their most beautiful now #I'm not the only one who thinks so #there are a lot of bugs here too #i already found three spiders near me #one was crawling on my knee #one was already making a web on my bag #i don't really mind tbh #i just hope nothing got in my hair #i was listening to music on my way here #and a homeless man asked me if i had any extra food #this is the first time that happened #and i just... automatically said yes #and i gave him what i could that wouldn't make a mess #but it's strange.... it's also the first time i listen to music walking around here #you'd think it would be opposite right? that no one would approach you if you seem preoccupied? #well i didn't mind #not at all

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Please talk about Hualei, Kui, and their sons! 🙏🏻

Oh hey!

Alright, time to try and remember what I've said on here and what I've said in dm conversations...

So, in s4 Kui Mulang showed up for half an episode and dropped an incredibly compelling backstory about his lost beloved and the grief and heartbreak that drove him to eat souls to lengthen his own lifespan so he could see her again. All while looking like a living L'Oreal commercial and speaking with a voice Like That.

I got invested, who could blame me?

So I started thinking, there's a good chance Kui lived into the modern era, along with SWK and Mac, right? That or he reincarnated like Tang and Pigsy. (Jury's still out on if Sandy is the same Sandy, a descendant, or a reincarnation -- hoping we get that answered in the next season!)

What if his beloved -- Princess Hundred-Flowers-Shame, the Jade Maiden, whatever name you want to call her -- also reincarnated in the modern era? What if this tragedy had an actual resolution?

So, I started putting Hualei together. I still haven't decided on a family name because the canon characters all use nicknames and are on a first-name basis, so I have that on the back burner. I'll get around to it eventually, probably.

She's a college student at the university Tang teaches at, and she's a friend of Mei and @twinklecupcake's Xiaoqing. She's mortal, and at first has no idea of who she used to be. A hopeless romantic, she gets very invested in her friends love-lives and enjoys playing matchmaker when the opportunity arises.

When she was younger, she had very vivid dreams about a handsome prince with brilliant golden eyes and a soft smile that was only for her. They'd walk through the gardens together, and he would promise her that they'd meet again. As a young teenager, Hualei was convinced she'd meet him one day in the waking world. But as she got older... She realized how insane that was, and kind of gave up.

That's when the next Big Bad of the season enters the picture. I'm using the Not-Mayor as a placeholder until and unless I find someone better.

See, Kui did live until the modern day. But he's weak, finding less and less magic power to feed on. His desperation to find his Princess again is all that's keeping him alive. He's starting to give up hope. It's been centuries... If he was ever going to see her again, surely they would have reunited by now.

And then the Not-Mayor arrives, and grants Kui just enough juice to get his strength back. And he knows where Kui can get enough power to keep himself alive for a very long time -- and maybe even make his Princess immortal again, once they've reunited. Then nothing and no one could tear them apart. Wouldn't that be nice? To have her back, and return to the Celestial Realm together? To stand beneath the blossoming peach trees again, to kiss her as the petals fall around them?

...All it would take is the power contained in one little. Mortal. Scholar.

They set upon Megaopolis, Kui intent on finding Tang. It's easy enough to sniff him out, tracking him down to the noodle shop he frequents.

What he doesn't expect is the trio of young warriors there to intervene.

Hualei was just trying to get lunch. It's finals week, and she's exhausted. She's been having nightmares again, dreams about dying in various terrible ways. It's probably the stress getting to her. Mei says she always feels better after a bowl of Pigsy's Noodles, so Hualei swings in. Mei's already there with Red, and MK has already obliviously crashed their table.

Hualei slides in beside Mei -- maybe she can keep MK busy long enough that Mei and Red can at least pretend they're alone. Shift the dynamic from a third-wheel to an impromptu double-date. Not that she's into this guy, but anything to make Mei and Red quit beating around the bush.

That's when the door flies open. Mei shoves Hualei underneath the table, telling her to hide. All three of the Traffic Lights are squaring up, ready to fight.

Hualei hunkers under the table during the short-lived battle. She doesn't get a look at the villain, but his voice... His voice sounds so familiar... Could it be?

Kui fights like a man possessed, determined to grab Tang and eat him, right there. There's even a kitchen, it's almost poetic! He has the trio on the ropes, while Pigsy and Tang are escaping through the back door -- And that's when he catches it. The scent of jasmine and peonies. Her perfume.

It shakes him, and he quickly retreats.

--

Now, how we get from that point to the epilogue, I don't quite know. But there is at least one Big Damn Kiss -- They finally lock eyes across the battlefield, probably just before the big showdown with the Not Mayor. Hualei sprints towards him, not paying attention to the literal actual magical superfight happening around her tiny mortal self. Kui stops fighting, running to meet her. She runs up a jagged rise of rubble and leaps into his arms. He catches her, spins her around, they're both laughing in sheer joy as they kiss -- And it's a helluva kiss. MK covers Bai He's eyes, frowning disapprovingly. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri plays in the background. It's a whole thing.

Kui is conflicted at first, but he'd rather have a mortal existence with his beloved than spend one more moment without her. He defects to Team Monkie.

AFTER all that, Hualei and Kui do eventually get married. She hit the brakes on their relationship pretty fast, insisting that they needed to approach this as the people they were now, not the couple they were several lifetimes ago. It was hard, but she had to come to terms with her past lives, and he had to adjust to life in the modern world, instead of living in his isolated fortress.

They have two sons, twin boys. This is another nod to their chapter in JTTW, where their counterparts have two kids -- who unfortunately do not live very long. I don't have names for them, they're still brewing in my head. I think one of them's more rambunctious than the other as children, but they both absolutely get rowdy, as wolf pups tend to do. Huntsman is probably their favorite babysitter because he'll wrestle with them like Dad does.

And that's about all I have so far! I hope it's enough!! I was so excited to get this; I'm always so nervous to talk about my fandom ocs unprompted, so thank you for asking!!

#oh my GOD this post got long #hualei (lmk oc)

[infinitebells]

Hello, I really like your blog a lot! If you still take them, I'd like to make a request. How about William Moriarty, Sherlock Homes, and Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen) neglecting their s/o because they are busy. But they make it up to them with a sensual and passionate night (nsfw pls). I hope this is okay. Take care! <3

oh yes this is brilliant. also i'm going to keep this gender neutral since a gender wasn't specified so it's smut very under the cut.

william

✧ at first you’re well aware that he hasn’t been spending time with you because he’s busy

✧ however, as time goes on, the self doubt gnaws at the back of your mind, and you don’t even realize just how much it’s been affecting you until you can’t even get out of bed one day

✧ all that runs through your head is that he’s probably neglecting you because he’s fallen out of love

✧ william’s been far to busy to see how much his lack of affection has affected you

✧ it isn’t until you can’t even look up at the table during breakfast to say hi to him, and when you do finally look up there are dark bags under your eyes and your eyes are extremely bloodshot

✧ when you see how he's staring at you in shock, you flee the table and lock yourself in your room for the entire day

✧ it isn't until it's almost midnight when william finally goes into your room, his mind running a mile a minute, that he realizes just how badly you've been feeling

✧ the entire day he had been thinking of ways to make it up to you, so by the time he's in bed with you, he already knows what to do

"my love, i'm sorry for neglecting you so much. allow me to show you how much i love you ok?" he says from on top of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, swollen from you biting them. it was a nervous habit you had developed over the years.

"what do you mean?" your voice is soft, and he can hear the exhaustion in it.

"let me take care of you for the night okay?" he doesn't wait for an answer, unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing. he was pleased to see it was one from his own closet. his lips move from yours, traveling down your jawline and tracing the line of your neck. he hears a content sigh from you, and he smiles against your skin as he continue his path down your neck.

"will, if you don't love me anymore just tell me," his eyes widen as your words, one hand coming to rest next to your head as the other gently massages your hip.

"i'm so madly in love with you i can't imagine my life without you," he breathes out, moving back down to trail kisses down your naked front. "i'm so sorry i haven't been treating you the way you properly deserve," he murmurs against your skin. your honest whimpers shake your body upon feeling william's lips against your clothed groin, and you can feel his soft smile against you.

"let me treat you like the royalty you are,"

✧ ✧ ✧ 

sherlock

✧ he gets so caught up in his cases that he honest to god just forgets about anything else in his life

✧ he once forgot john at a restaurant they were having lunch at because he saw someone struggling with a mugger trying to steal their bag and he sprinted out to go help

✧ so you're used to him being an airhead sometimes and forgetting about spending time with you

✧ however, this time around it had been going on for weeks, and it was almost like you didn't even exist at this point

✧ the self conscious feeling had been eating away at you, and john had started to notice how you skipped meals with him and sherlock and how you rarely left your room unless it was to lock yourself in miss hudson's room

✧ once watson pointed this out to sherlock, he felt extremely stupid because how could he be so neglectful of his wonderful partner?

✧ he decides to surprise you, making sure you were tucked safely in miss hudson's room for the day so he could have time to prepare the surprise

"what is this?" your voice was shaky, the dry sobs from earlier still shaking your body. the room you shared with sherlock was awash in the gentle glow of candles on every available surface, and rose petals traced a path to the bed. sherlock was laid on top of the made up bedding, and sherlock himself was spread out on his side, his elbow on the bed as his hand supported his head. he was shirtless, loose pants barely covering his bottom half, and a beautiful red rose stuck between his teeth. it was a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i'm making up for being a horrible, horrible boyfriend for the past few weeks," he informs you, the rose falling out of his mouth as his hand beckons you to the bed. you hesitantly edge forward, kneeling down on the bed in front of him. he could see how tense you were, body trembling as tears flooded your eyes. he got up from his spot on the bed, sitting cross legged as he drags you onto his lap, hands finding your face and holding you gently. he was scared if he held any tighter he'd shatter your delicate, beautiful aura.

"n-no, if you don't want to be together any-" his hand moves, palm covering your mouth as he shakes his head.

"you're not getting rid of me that easily. i'm here to stay, and i'm going to make up for not being there for you. i was a very stupid boyfriend, and i'm going to show you how much i love you," he murmurs quietly, hand tilting your head back as his lips find your neck. his touch is barely there, but as one hand finds your hip and the other holds your jaw in place to the side, you're aware of the fact that he's just getting started. he switches from kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder to biting down, hard, and pushing your hips down onto his. you can feel his bulge beneath you, and the moan that falls from your lips is involuntary.

"sherlock," you mumble out, eyes fluttering closed. his kisses and nips grow harder, and his hips gyrate up into yours at a steady pace. both of your breaths pick up, and both of his hands land on your hips and push you down harshly onto his. the groan that rumbles through his chest sounds heavenly, and it pulls a whine out of you.

"fuck darling, i missed you so much," he whispers against your neck, tugging at your night shirt before pulling it off completely. you're both topless, bare torsos pushed together as his finally pulls his face out of your neck and meets your gaze.

"i missed you too detective holmes," you tease, grinding your own hips down onto his. he groans loudly, flipping you two over. rose petals fly up beside you at the force, but your attention is on the man above you, and the aroused smirk plastered across his face.

"oh, i definitely missed this," he says before yanking your pants down harshly.

✧ ✧ ✧ 

gojo

✧ gojo-sensei honestly has a maximum of three thoughts in his head at all times, and no he's not stupid he just cannot focus on too many things at once or he'll get severely overwhelmed

✧ so between dealing with a reincarnated yuji, hiding his existence from the higher-ups, and dealing with multiple unregistered special grade curses, he just has not had extra time to spend with you

✧ you're well aware and understanding of his added stress, but your insecurities plague you despite knowing this

✧ the logical part of you knows he's just busy, but your negative thoughts simply weighed you down to the point where both yuji and nanami could see how tired you were

✧ gojo only realized how neglected you had been feeling when sukuna popped up on yuji's cheek to make a snide comment about how if gojo wasn't going to take care of his s/o properly, then sukuna would gladly take over for him

✧ immediately rushes home to spend the rest of the night with you

the frantic pounding on your shared bedroom does nothing to rouse you, and when gojo finally unlocks the door and rushes into the room, you're still laying on the bed with your back facing him.

"sweetheart?" his voice is soft, and you feel the bed dip behind you. you stay facing the wall, desperately hoping he won't see the tears sliding across your face. you're proved wrong when his hand tugs on your shoulder, moving you so you're on your back and his face is hovering over yours. his blindfold is hanging around his neck, blue eyes gazing into yours.

"yeah?" you can't stop how your voice cracks, and it only serves to further embarrass you. his face drops, arms pulling you close to him so that your body is beneath his as he hovers over you, one arm propping him up. the other hand rests on your cheek, and you can't help the onslaught of tears that follows his affection. your eyes squeeze shut, and you barely suppress a sob.

"shh, shh, no baby don't cry, i'm so sorry for how i've been acting. i've been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad boyfriend," he says, and his heart softens as he hears a small laugh from you at the reference to one of your favorite movies. "seriously sweetheart, i'm incredibly sorry for not spending time with you. am i allowed to show you how much i love you?" he asks, and when you open your eyes, you can't miss the signature mischievous glint in his startling blue eyes.

"how so?" he gazes down at your wide eyes, tears glistening on your lower lashline and mouth slightly agape in wonder. you look unbelievably beautiful, even in your sadness.

"by doing this," he leans down, kissing you deeply. you immediately respond, reveling in the sweet, familiar taste of the raspberry-flavored chapstick smeared across his lips. you don't taste it for long as his lips move to your neck, hands slithering down your body to yank at the sleep shorts sitting on your hips. once they're down, he leans back, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his lips press onto your groin through your underwear. you gasp at the feeling, warmth pooling in your gut. he smirks, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

"and what exactly is this?" you're breathless as this point, face warm and legs borderline trembling as his face sits so close to your crotch.

"the physical act of love," his eyebrows wiggle seductively, and neither of you can keep your laughs in. even when he presses another kiss to your clothed area, you'll both always find humor in the love you share together. and gojo had missed seeing you laugh with his head between your legs. he was planning on imprinting the entire night into his brain after it was over.

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #gojo satoru #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[haikyuuhoo]

Broken Promises

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Summary: In which your heart keeps pulling you back to a place you wish you could just forget.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: ANGST. That’s it. Enjoy :)

A/N: This is kinda like a college!AU? Akaashi and Bokuto are roommates lol. Anyway, here’s me jumping on the bandwagon and writing a fic while listening to Driver’s License. I haven’t stopped playing it all day.

Find Part 2 here!

You know how sometimes you're driving, and you end up not remembering what you did for the last few minutes, then you suddenly come to and you're at a place you don't remember driving to? That must have been how you ended up in front of Akaashi's house, blinking up at it like you were waking from a dream. As soon as you realized where you were you peeled out of the neighborhood, shaking your head and gripping the steering wheel tight.

That can never happen again.

But it did, and it happened nearly every night.

There were times you noticed before you turned onto his street, and you quickly drove past, trying not to sneak a glance down the road to his home. Other nights you didn’t realize until you had been sitting outside for a few minutes. You tried to make it stop, but it was so hard when you lived so far from campus, your evening classes just rendering you so tired. Your mind wandered as you drove, and you knew you should probably make a habit of getting a coffee or something so you wouldn’t be driving in this state, but you avoided it because you wanted to be able to fall right into bed when you got home. You skipped dinner most nights because of how exhausted you were, and you could hear Akaashi’s voice in your head each time.

Akaashi stroked his fingers over your hair, a soft frown forming on his face as he took in the way you pressed your face into the pillows. “You really need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

You knew he was scolding you, but his voice was so soft that it nearly made you melt. “’M tired, ‘Kaashi,” you whined, burrowing yourself further into the blankets.

“I know you are, angel, but you need to eat. I know you barely have any time for lunch. I want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

You huffed, turning to press your cheek against the pillow and look up at him with sleepy eyes. “Will you stay with me?”

He smiled, knuckles grazing across your cheek as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Of course I will. I’ll even fall asleep with you if it’ll make you feel better.”

Nodding, you sat up and managed a tired smile. You always slept so much better with him next to you, especially with how busy you’d been lately. When you were with him you could just relax, forget about everything that was making you stressed. He made you feel safe.

But nowadays you could never bring yourself to pull your body out of your bed after throwing yourself on it once you arrived home, limbs already sinking comfortably into the mattress. You fell asleep, probably missing one too many dinners and crying far too many tears.

And so you always ended up back there, back where your subconscious took you every day. Where your heart pulled you. You knew the turns without even thinking, and you wished you didn’t. You wished you’d never come here at all, not even before you and Aakaashi split. It would make this so much easier.

You were grateful for the days when your friends joined you on your drives. Talking to them kept you conscious enough of your driving that you didn’t even think about going to Akaashi’s. But, well, you didn’t think about that any other day either and you ended up there anyway… They just kept you in the moment, and it prevented your subconscious from taking over and driving you to his house.

This time, when you came to, you were in tears. You were still driving, and you had to pull over due to the tears blurring your vision. You covered your face with your hands and sobbed, a horrible, gut-wrenching sound forcing its way out of you. If anyone had been observant enough to notice your drives, they might think you were stalking him. But you were doing the opposite. All you wanted to do was forget about him, but your mind wouldn’t let you. Your heart wouldn’t let you.

You’d never felt the way you felt about him for anyone else. You’d never loved anyone the way you loved him.

He just didn’t feel that way about you.

You spared a glance over at the driveway, and it only made you cry more. Akaashi’s car was there, but in place of where Bokuto’s car usually sat was a car you didn’t recognize. You knew it wasn’t Kuroo’s—you’d sat in the back seat of it plenty of times on the way to parties—and if he were there then Bokuto would have been anyway. Truth be told, it could have belonged to any of his friends, but you couldn’t help the way your mind drifted and wondered who it was. Was it a new girl? Was she better than you? Was she sitting with him on his couch? Was she eating dinner with him? Was she warming his bed? Was she laying her cheek on the same pillow you used when you stayed at Akaashi’s house?

The thought made you want to throw up, and you rolled down the window to get some fresh air.

Once you’d calmed down a bit, the chill of the night settling inside your car, you pulled down the sun visor in front of you. You surely had mascara under your eyes, and you flipped open the cover to the mirror so you could wipe it away. Your breath caught in your throat as a folded piece of paper fluttered into your lap, its crinkled and worn surface illuminated by the glow of the streetlamp you sat beneath. You picked it up with a shaky hand. You knew what it was. You had half a mind to tear it to shreds, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So instead you opened it, and you read.

Akaashi had brought you out for a beautiful picnic to celebrate your one-year anniversary. Sakura trees blossomed all around you, petals falling like snow when the gentle spring breeze blew through the park. You were laying on the blanket he’d brought, eyes closed, belly full, and smiling in content as you let the sun warm your face. Akaashi was laying beside you, but he propped himself up on one elbow, smiling as he looked down at you. Gently, he began picking up the small fallen flowers and placing them in your hair. After a few moments you lifted a hand up to shield your vision from the sun, peeking one eye open.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, and you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt at his reaction.

He blushed, freezing and looking down at you like a flustered schoolboy. “Nothing,” he said softly.

You smiled at him. “You’d better be making me look pretty.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, and he placed another flower in your hair. “You already look pretty.”

Closing your eyes again, you let out an amused hum and dropped your hand to rest on your stomach.

Akaashi hesitated, moving his arm that was supporting him downward so he could slip his hand into his pocket. He thumbed the corner of a folded piece of paper and bit his lip nervously. Clearing his throat, he sat up fully and looked down at you as he retrieved the paper from his pocket.

You raised your eyebrow and opened your eyes again when you noticed he was now shading you from the sun, and you sat up when you saw him looking at you. He thrust the paper toward you before you could even ask what was wrong.

“I wrote this for you.”

You took it from him, unfolding it and looking at the page. It was a poem. You glanced at him, and he gave you a small nod that encouraged you to begin reading. Your gaze trailed over the page carefully, and tears began forming in your eyes before you knew what was happening. You blinked them away as best you could, a few flowers fluttering back to the ground when you brought a hand up to wipe your eyes. “It’s so beautiful,” you whispered, reading it over and over again before you finally looked up at him. “I-I love it. Thank you, Keiji.”

He gave you a relieved smile, tears of his own brimming in his eyes. “I meant every word of it,” he breathed, leaning close to you and cupping your cheek.

“I love it,” you said again, and when you closed the gap to kiss him you could taste the tears on his lips.

You tasted salt on your tongue and realized you were crying again, both from heartbreak and at the beauty of his words. He’d always been a beautiful writer; you even enjoyed reading his essays over his shoulder when the two of you studied together.

But he couldn’t have meant any of those words. Not when he left you like this. All of his promises of forever, wrapped up in a little piece of paper, they’d all been broken the second he left you on your own. Maybe he did mean what he’d written at some point, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that. Not when you were here, heart still aching over the person you’d loved more than anything in the world. No, if he truly meant it he wouldn’t have left you here like this, broken and with no one to put you back together.

Besides, it was easier to accept that he’d never loved you at all than it was to believe he’d simply fallen out of love with you. It hurt less, especially when you still loved him more than your heart could take.

You panicked for a moment when you noticed your tears had fallen on the page, smudging the ink and blurring his beautiful handwriting. The words were barely legible anymore.

But you didn’t need to see them. You knew what it said. You’d read it over and over since the day he gave it to you until it was burned into your memory.

Now it was just another thing you wished you could forget.

You cursed under your breath and reached up to wipe your eyes again when you heard a noise drift in through your open window. A noise that sounded far too much like your name. Your head snapped over to Akaashi’s house, and you saw him. He stood outside of his front door, figure shadowed by the light coming from behind him.

Heart racing, you wiped your cheeks one last time and scrambled to shift your car into drive. But you didn’t move fast enough, and when you looked up Akaashi was standing right in front of your car, hands planted on the hood. Your headlights brightened him, a glow shining up the front of his body and accentuating every curve of his face as he stared at you through the windshield.

“Don’t,” was all he said, and the word had you putting your car back in park.

He moved around to your window and you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your head tipped back so you could look at him, and the way he was looking down at you made the shattered pieces of your heart feel like they were crunching under his boot.

You couldn’t see any love in his eyes, no tenderness, simply the same deadpan expression he gave almost everyone.

Everyone except the people he cared about.

He was the one to finally break the silence.

“You can’t keep coming around here.”

And the heel of his boot dug in, grinding the remainder of your heart to dust.

“I know,” you whispered, eyes wide and watery as you looked up at him.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

You swallowed, shaking your head and wishing you could look away from him. But you couldn’t, his gaze froze you in place. “I don’t know.”

The corners of his lips turned down, barely changing his expression, but it made a pang shoot through your chest.

“I’m sorry. You have to go.”

You nodded, finally able to turn your head away and grip the steering wheel.

He dropped his gaze, and it landed on the paper that sat in your lap. His eyes widened.

“Y/N, I—”

“Bye, Akaashi,” you whispered, and you rolled up the window before he could say anything else. You put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, leaving behind Akaashi and the crumbled pieces of your heart, taking with you only a shell of yourself and the blurred words of his broken promises of forever.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x reader angst #akaashi x reader angst #keiji akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader angst #my writing #I'll probably reblog this in the morning since it's so late now

[thirstyforcharacters]

*Damaging the Petals (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator! Reader

Summary: You and Obi-Wan have a rare night to yourselves in the midst of the Clone Wars. And of course, you only have one thing on your mind.

Notes: It’s finally ready! It feels like it's been forever since I've written anything. That's mostly because a new semester of college has begun (I'm in week 3 atm and it feels like it's week 300000), and I have much less time to write. It took me 3 weeks to write this because I literally have almost no free time, and I thought I'd only get a chance to finish this weekend, but I actually had a bit of time today, so here comes the Obi-Wan smut! Hope you enjoy! (no she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! inappropriate use of the Force, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), a smidgeon of choking

WC: 2.2 k

“Can I ask you something?”

You and Obi-Wan were lying in your plush canopy bed together, enjoying one of the very few evenings you were able to snag alone in the midst of the Clone Wars. Being a Jedi and a senator in a secret relationship was hard enough in normal circumstances, but during an intergalactic war, it was practically impossible. But somehow, you were able to make it work. It was the small moments like these, in between Obi-Wan risking his life for the greater good, and you writing up anti-war bills that would inevitably be rejected by the chancellor (which always confused you), that made the hell you were going through worth it.

You were mindlessly watching a random holodrama, your head in his lap and his fingers running through your hair, which normally would put you right to sleep. Right now, though, you were keyed up. One unfortunate consequence of not being able to see each other was the fact that your sex life was dwindling. The few intimate moments you had together were fantastic (you both made sure of that), but they were so infrequent that you found yourself left on edge more often than not. And Padme putting this particular idea in your head at lunch earlier that day wasn’t helping anything. Now, the cadence of his fingers gently tugging at your hair made your heart pump faster.

“Anything, flower.”

Your heart swelled for a second, the sweet nickname he reserved only for you briefly making you forget the impure thoughts that swirled around your head. But they soon returned, and you knew that if you didn’t ask now, the tenderness of his actions would soon make you forget your purpose. You looked up at him from your place in his lap, and his eyes were already on you, giving you his full attention.

“So, Padme told me something that her and Anakin do in the bedroom, and I was wondering if maybe we could try it? Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what would that be?”

“Well, they occasionally use the Force to… enhance their activities. I know that you stick to the code a little more than Anakin does, so if that’s too much of an inappropriate use of the Force for you, I get it. If it’s not though, I’d really like to try it,” you explained.

“That’s an interesting topic for senators to speak about at a business lunch,” he quipped, his eyes sparking with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, “Did you really expect us to talk about Senator Organa’s clone citizenship bill the entire time? No matter how good of an idea I think it is, it is a bit boring to talk politics for that long, even for a senator.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course not. As for your question, I would be willing to give it a try. But, you have to promise that you’ll tell me if it’s too much, or if I’m hurting you in any way. The Force is a powerful tool, and I do not wish to damage your petals with it, my flower.”

You smiled at his tender words, “You have my word, Obi-Wan.”

He returned your smile, then rearranged your bodies so you were lying beneath him. It started as gentle as always; Obi-Wan always preferred to be delicate with you. The soft, yet passionate kisses that your lover pressed to your lips made your head spin. He began removing your clothes then, peeling off each layer as if he was peeling the petals off of a rose. The only time his lips left yours was when he pulled your blouse over your head; otherwise, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. And you couldn’t get enough of him, either.

Once you were fully nude, your lover started to trail kisses down your body. He gently nipped at your neck, though not enough to leave marks. You both knew that doing so would be detrimental to the secrecy of your relationship, but that didn’t stop him from leaving marks in other places. There were many mornings after your escapades where your inner thighs and breasts were covered in small bruises and marks. Running your fingers up and down those spots always made you blush, remembering the passionate nights before. Even though he did blemish your skin with his teeth, in most other ways in the bedroom, he was gentle and loving.

A soft nip to one of your breasts brought you out of your thoughts, and you gasped out in surprised and pleasure as Obi-Wan soothed the mark that he left with his tongue. His lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked harshly, making you arch into his mouth. His other hand moved to toy with your other nipple, making soft whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. You could feel him smirking against you as he continued his ministrations, reveling in the way he could make you so needy for him with just a few tweaks to your breasts.

Eventually, though, he was getting bored with this game, and his hands moved down to your legs, each one gripping your thighs and pulling them open, exposing your dripping cunt to him. Even though he was being on the gentle side, you could still tell that you would probably have marks on your thighs tomorrow. Obi-Wan placed his head between your thighs and looked up at you. The fire in his eyes made you even wetter for him; you knew that you were an absolute goner. Without so much as a warning, he licked a stripe up your pussy.

You cried out in surprise and wound your fingers into his hair. But almost as soon as you had, you felt a hand grip your wrists and pull them until they were above your head. It couldn’t have been Obi-Wan’s hands because they were holding you open, so there was only one thing it could be. Your realization, combined with the soft, teasing licks Obi-Wan was pressing to your pussy, made a wave of heat rush through your body.

Obi-Wan looked up at you and almost moaned out himself. Your body stretched out before him, being held down by invisible hands, was probably the most arousing thing he had ever seen.

“Does that feel okay, flower? Not too much?” he asked softly, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You couldn’t help but smile gently at his sweetness, “It’s perfect, Obi.”

And it was. The hands holding you down were slightly warm to the touch, and they were holding you down just enough to keep you still, not enough to hurt you. It was exactly like how you had imagined it.

He smiled back, “Good. Just wanted to be sure.”

And he dove back in with renowned fervor. He ate you out like he was a starved man, eating his first meal in weeks. He enjoyed giving you oral almost as much as you did, so he was always willing to give you what you needed, just as you were for him. The symbiotic nature of your sexual relationship is why it worked so well, and it was why the few times you would get alone were always wonderful. There was never taking without giving; you both were generous lovers, responsive to each other’s needs.

His lips worked dutifully, licking up every bit of wetness dripping from your core, and all you could do was lie back and take it. Obi-Wan’s own hands on your thighs, combined with the Force holding down your arms, successfully kept you completely still, defenceless against whatever Obi-Wan had planned for you. Soon, you were close, your wetness dribbling down his chin. His lips suctioned to your clit and two of his fingers pressed into your entrance, making you come harder than you thought you had before, and that was just from his lips. He moaned against you while he worked you through your orgasm, taking everything you gave him and still pumping his fingers to help you ride it out.

When you came down, Obi-Wan removed himself from between your thighs and moved up to your lips, kissing you softly. You reciprocated as best you could, but you were already exhausted. And you hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

“Are you doing okay, flower? Not too much?” Obi-Wan asked.

You nodded in agreement, “Yes. ‘M fine. Need more.”

He quirked up a brow, “More? Well, you know I can’t say no to you.”

You tried to use your legs to pull his hips back down to yours, but found that your ankles were now being held down by the same force holding your wrists. You didn’t quite know how you didn’t notice that before, but you weren’t complaining. Actually, you loved it.

He noticed you pulling against your invisible bonds and smirked a bit, “Eager?”

“Need you, Obi. Please.”

Luckily for you, Obi-Wan wasn’t really in a teasing mood. Neither of you had been lately, since your sexual escapades have been few and far between. That might also be why he still felt so big, even though you had taken him so many times before. Every time he was inside of you, it took your breath away. This time was no exception. You couldn’t hold back the desperate sound that tore from your throat when he pushed in, almost as much as you imagined he couldn’t keep the low groan that fell from his lips contained.

“Please, Obi,” you begged, “need you to move. I’m ready.”

Of course, he complied with your request. Though at first his rhythm was slow and steady to get you used to the feeling, before long his hips were snapping into yours at a rapid pace. Whenever you tried to arch your back to meet his thrusts, the Force would push you back down. Your body was completely at Obi-Wan’s mercy. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak; the ecstasy you were feeling proving to be overwhelming in the best possible way. The only vocalizations of your pleasure that you could give were needy whines, and Obi-Wan was drinking it in. Every soft sound that fell from your lips served to spur him on further.

“You always feel so good, my flower. Still so tight for me, even after all of this time. Every time we’re together feels better than the last.”

Somehow, even his dirty talk had an air of elegance about it. It certainly didn’t lose any effect, his words made your moans grow louder as you grew closer and closer to your peak. His hands were planted firmly on the bed to steady himself as he thrusted into you, which is why you squeaked in surprise when you felt a phantom force start to rub circles on your clit. The surprise quickly became pleasure, and you gasped out his name in broken syllables as you felt another hand slowly close around your throat. This particular kink of yours wasn’t utilized too often, as it wasn’t exactly the most delicate of treatment. But the feeling of the phantom limb squeezing your neck was what brought you to the edge.

White hot pleasure flowed through your body, and you knew that you had never felt like this before. You were lost in the feeling; it was so intense that you didn’t even register when Obi-Wan came to his own high. You only vaguely heard him murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, and barely even noticed him running a cloth between your thighs to clean you off.

When you had fully regained your awareness, Obi-Wan was cradling you to his chest, running his fingers through your hair and whispering, “You were so wonderful, flower.”

“Thank you,” you replied quietly, signaling to him that you were finally back.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking at his face, a serious expression crossing it.

“That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

You shook your head, “It was exactly how I thought it would be. Thank you for doing this for me.”

His serious expression gave way to a loving gaze. It truthfully was something you never thought you’d see from him when you befriended him all of those years ago, and now that you had it, it was something you would always treasure.

“I can’t say that I hadn’t thought about it, either. I was just hoping you would bring it up first.”

You giggled, “I don’t think those thoughts have any place in the Jedi Code.”

He shook his head, a fond smile etched across his features, “No, not exactly. I don’t think the council would be very happy with me right now.”

“Probably not. Improper use of the Force and all,” you joked.

His fingers moved from your hair to your face, gently tracing your jawline, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you reciprocated.

Sure, what you had was complicated. It went against all rules, and everything that your boyfriend was supposed to stand for. But in this moment, none of that mattered. You had each other, and you would navigate the rough waters of the galaxy together, no matter what.

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NSFW Alphabet - Rio.

GIF is not mine, credit to OG creator. 

He felt left out, so I made him one too! Everyone’s favorite money launderer is here with allllll his dirty secrets. Enjoy, frands! 

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NSFW Alphabet A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rio lives to take care of you. You hold him down and after sex, he’s just as gentle and compassionate. He will wrap you in his arms and remind you all the reasons that his success is yours too. A warm shower and a cold drink await you after most sessions complete with take out from your favorite restaurant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rio loves his lips/smile. He knows a simple smirk can make you melt into a puddle. He isn’t above using it to manipulate you in the best ways. A slow lick of the lips, a smug smile, or a soft kiss can buy him a few hours if he has fallen out of your good graces. 

He loves your hips and ass. Your curvy frame fits so perfectly with his slender muscular self. He loves to feel you soft against him in bed as he runs his hands over your curves - leaving your skin electrified under his touch. He loves the dip from your back to the top of your ass, the perfect place for his hands in all situations. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside or in your mouth - he finds your willingness to accept him in the most intimate ways erotic. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Rio loves to make movies. His favorite angle is when you’re on the bed, back arched, and ass pressed against him and he makes you fuck yourself as he watches himself disappear inside you. 

“Keep going, mama. I didn’t say stop.” The erotic sound of skin against skin filled the room as you rolled your hips against him, moans slipping through your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how you take me.” Your praise kink is on overdrive as you come apart beneath him - another Oscar worthy performance. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His list isn't long, but he knows what he is doing. Always the gentleman, you come first, second, and third - he will leave your body sore and sleepy with his expert skills. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Rio loves you from behind - he loves watching your ass bounce as he pushes into the mattress. He lives for you on top too. When you just can’t wait any longer, and you take control. He lays back willingly, puts his hand behind his head, and watches you sink onto him - the stretch makes you bite your lip and lean forward. He will pull you close - holding your throat with ever so much pressure and thrust into you - leaving you panting and begging. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sarcasm, mild degradation, and dry humor are Rio’s calling cards and they don’t disappear in the bedroom. He will make you drip with his words, and chastise you for being so needy. As you grind against his jean-covered thigh, begging for more, he will reprimand you for making a mess - heat running through your body as he slides his fingers over you, feeling just how wet you really are. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Appearances are important, so he leaves nothing to be desired. He’s neat. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rio spends his days playing a role and with you, the doors open and his real self tumbles out. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet nothings as you greet him from his work day. He is content to watch you play Iron Chef in the kitchen as you talk about your days together. He finds the most comfort in breaking down the walls and letting you - physically and emotionally. 

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rio may rub one out, because work has kept him away from you. The movies you create make it easy to remember how good you feel. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Needy, begging - Rio gets off on knowing you need him. It’s borderline codependent shit, but he loves it. When you pout around the house, your shirt tight and in just your panties, huffing and puffing while you wait for him to finish working is one of his favorite things. He knows you’re a brat, and he indulges in your tantrums, edging you until you slide into his lap, palming him through his pants and whisper how much you want him in your ear. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Rio moves in the shadows, so it only makes sense that he fucks in them too. Late nights at the warehouse have you laid across the table as he fucks you - erotic noises echoing through the empty room or you slide into the backseat of the wagon, sinking onto him as Mick waits dutifully outside as you chase your release. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Rio lives to provide for you, so being able to fulfill every request - sexual or otherwise - is his motivation. When the bills are paid, you have more than enough money in your account, and you can’t walk from countless orgasms, that’s when he feels most successful. When you came into his life, success suddenly meant something different and taking care of you in every aspect is his reason. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rio is illusive, so threesomes are out of the question. He is invisible, and you’re really the only woman he needs. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re a brat and Rio tames you on your knees as he fucks your throat relentlessly. He gazes at you through half-hooded eyes, watching you gag as you open your mouth wider for him. “Mama, just like that.” His hands thread through your hair, pulling the strands so rough that you moan against him - sending shivers through his body. “See, you can listen, can’t you?” 

On the flip side, Rio loves to eat you. He enjoys the feel of your full thighs around his face as you rock back and forth. You were so apprehensive at first, but he reassured you, “Darlin’, if I die underneath you, it will be the happiest moment of my life.” The feeling of power, yet subtle submissiveness in the act of you riding his face is a powerful aphrodisiac. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s punishing you, he holds nothing back. You will feel every inch of him as he pushes you into the mattress or pulls you against him. Your skin will be marked and bruised, your ass sore from spanking - he will remind you he’s the boss. Yet, he has such gentleness when he’s reallllllly making love to you. His hands sliding over your breasts - just barely touching you as he kisses right beneath your ear, nipping and sucking as you moan beneath him. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With Rio’s odd hours, sometimes a quickie is all you have and you will gladly take it any way you can. Sneaking away on lunch breaks is your MO and getting fucked raw in the parking lot by your crime boss boyfriend helps pass the rest of the day with ease. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rio’s whole life is a risk, so it only makes sense that he takes calculated ones on with you. 

“When will they be here?” Your voice was soft in the dark car. “Not too much longer.” Rio threaded his fingers through yours - his thumb rubbing your hand reflexively. “Not too much longer, huh?” You inquired as you slid your hand over his jeans - feeling him grow hard underneath your touch. Your hands worked expertly to slide him out of his jeans - your mouth watering as you slid your tongue around his length. “Mami, now?” His dark eyes filled with lust as he watched your cheeks hollow - taking more in each time your head bobbed. Rio’s head laid back as you choked against his length, sliding your flat tongue, feeling each ridge. “Mama. Fuck.” His fingers pulled your hair - his tightening grasp directed your efforts as you felt him come undone - your throat filling with him. 

Sitting up, you wiped your mouth - a coy smirk breaking over your face as you realized Beth had been watching from the swing the whole time. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rio can push you to your limits and he always makes sure you come first. You are more than accommodating and he spends his time worshipping you. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rio is not a conventional lover, and he will gladly tie your hands - teasing you with the lack of touch while he stares down at you. “Oh mama, what do you want?” His voice rough into your ear as he rocks against your hips - his fingers expertly rubbing your clit as you struggle against the binds. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rio knows how responsive you are and loves to leave you wanting more. A dirty whisper in your ear as you wait to be seated at dinner, his hand resting right above your ass, his beard rubbing against your neck will leave you asking for the check before you’re even finished with the meal. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rio isn’t loud, but he talks. 

“Look at you take this dick, mama.” 

“You’re such a good girl.” 

“Darlin, I didn’t say you could come.” 

“Take it. You asked for it.” 

“How could you think you could move my pussy?” 

“Fuck yourself till you come.” 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rio is a sucker for cheesy romance - rose petals on the floor, candles lit, a bubble bath in a heart shaped tub - he loves it all. The weekend spent in Vegas felt like a rom com, but watching your man be intentional with his choices and his time makes your panties wet. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He may be skinny, but his dick isn’t. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rio is a busy man and compartmentalizes most of his feelings, including his sex drive. He misses you constantly, but money ain’t going to wash itself, so he keeps his shit together. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rio keeps odd hours, so he does fall asleep after, but it’s without guilt, because you’re snuggled right there with him. 

#rio #rio fanfic #rio good girls nbc #rio good girls #rio x reader

[angelguk]

oc is ovulating and jk her boyfriend is very very hot. put two and two together and you get a propositioned with a blowjob in a car. jk smol baby bf in this one. not nsfw! just slightly :) 1.6k not really edited hehe okai bye bye :) listen to slide by h.e.r and yg

You hate your boyfriend. You really do. It’s not fair that he looks this good. At all. He’s not even trying, grey sweatpants donned over his legs and an oversized jumper hanging off his shoulders. His hair is still a mess, chestnut curls tousled from his perpetual tugging on the strands. He does that a lot when he thinks over something, and from how fast his petal lips are moving there must be something ruminating inside of his head. But, unfortunately, the words tumbling from his mouth fall on deaf ears. You’re still exhausted from the late shift at the café that you had yesterday. Coupled with the early morning class that you had your brain isn’t completely turned on yet. It’s only able to focus on one thing at the moment. And that one thing happens to be the veins running beneath Jeongguk’s golden skin as his hands grip the driving wheel tightly. There’s a slither of black inked skin peeking out from the rolled-up sleeves of his jumper. It’s unnecessarily hot, how his deft fingers tap against the leather of his driving wheel, the car cruising smoothly down the road.

Jeongguk had offered to drop you at your classes today, a gesture you appreciated because you could not bother to wait for the bus in the chilly breeze biting through the air today. But the moment you’d clambered into his car, your brain had given up on forming a coherent thought that wasn’t focused on how attractive your boyfriend is. There’s a tightness in your gut already, a tepid warmth spreading between your legs as you watch him cock his head, jawline sharpening in that minute moment. A curl tumbles into his eyes and your fingers tingle with the urge to brush it aside. Instead, you curl your fingers into a stiff fist, eyes narrowed on the tiny beauty spot located on the span of his neck. You ache to nuzzle your head there, pepper kisses across his skin. Even the vision of your mouth of Jeongguk’s body has you involuntarily squeezing your thighs together. There’s too much distance between the two of you in this car, despite Jeongguk being right there. It’s bizarre, how much you want your boyfriend right now despite your body still lagging with exhaustion. And yet, there’s an undeniable flame of desire licking through your system as your eyes linger on his face, a short spark bursting in your core when his tongue dips out to swipe at his lips. You don’t even notice that he’s pulled up in the parking of your university, the engine of his car falling into a low hum as he turns it off.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I’m not really sure what to do. What do you think?” His eyes are focused on you, gaze gentle but questioning. It takes you a moment to realise he’s waiting for your response.

“What? Um? Could you repeat what you said? Please?” There’s a glimmer of a frown tugging at his face, dark eyebrows furrowing together.

“Were you even listening to anything I said?” You don’t miss the frustration colouring his tone, your cheeks heating up immediately.

“…No. I’m sorry my head is just everywhere now,” You softly murmur, eyes on the gear shift between you, obviously avoiding his inquiring gaze.

He hums, a low sound drifting from the back of his throat as he moulds his back into his seat. The silence that lingers makes your skin prickle. It’s in that moment that your gaze flickers to the scene outside your window, ears noting how the engine is no longer running. You’re already outside your university, and your brain hadn’t even registered that. There must be something immensely wrong with you because you’re never that preoccupied with those type of thoughts. The warmth of Jeongguk’s palm as he rests it on your thigh is what draws you from the rumination of your thoughts. It ebbs through your skin, hot even with the thick leggings you have on underneath your own sweatpants.

“What’s on your mind then?” He says, voice soft, the frustration you read early gone. You nearly combust when you turn your gaze onto his. The look he’s giving you is steady, unwavering and warm. It’s gentle too, something you appreciate because you know how annoyed Jeongguk gets when you don’t listen to him. But he’s brushed it off for now and you note that immediately, heart still heavy with guilt because you’re sure what he was rambling about was important to him. And yet you can’t force yourself to focus on that right now, head already conjuring up the image of you crawling into his lap. You desperately want to do that, your body leaning towards Jeongguk’s, chasing the feeling of his hands on you.

“Um…” It’s hard to think when he’s staring at you like that. It’s only because of the intensity of his gaze that you blurt it out, immediate regret warm on your face the moment you say it. “I was thinking that it would nice to blow you.”

“It would be nice to – what?” Jeongguk pauses and it’s clear in haze clouding his brown eyes that his brain is buffering. “Like now? Like right now?”

“Yes?” You whisper, the words shy not only because you’re afraid to admit to your desires but also because the grip on your thigh is taut right now. His fingertips gently dig into them, a subconscious movement judging from how far away his eyes look right now.

“Okay,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Okay.”

“Would you like that?” You suddenly utter, spurred on by the rose spreading across his skin.

“Would I like it if you blew me? The answer is yes of course. But like, don’t you have a class in a few?”

You check the time swiftly, suddenly glad you’d asked him to pick you up an hour and a half before you’re. You still have around forty-five minutes before your lecture starts, minutes you intended to occupy with going over your readings for your Economics lecture but you would rather spend that time relearning the way Jeongguk’s pretty face looks like when he’s in your mouth.’

“I have time,” You respond, pocketing your phone, a smile already settling on your lips.

Jeongguk pauses, a look you know well spreading across his face. He’s considering it, and you jump onto that, leaning across the gear shifts to nestle your head into the hollow of his neck. He leans in naturally, a tiny sigh slipping from his mouth as your lips settle against the span of his neck. It’s a chaste kiss, a whisper of what you’re longing to do to him and Jeongguk eats it right up.

He's staring at you hard when you draw away. “How much time?”

“Like forty minutes. Is that enough?”

You don’t expect the huffed out laugh that drifts from him. Jeongguk tugs at his hair, smile sheepish. “It’s enough. Um – I don’t think you know how hard I am right now.”

You blank at that, a sharp tingle ebbing from your core as you take in your boyfriend once more. That’s that familiar rouge colouring his golden skin, slipping on his face, and his brown eyes are glossy, unwavering at his stares at you from underneath the soft curls obscuring his vision. It does something to you, heart lurching hard in your chest. You’re not sure what the name for the emotion that swallows you is called, but you do know that you would do anything and everything for Jeongguk if you could see him like this, dishevelled and domestic, for the rest of your life. It doesn’t help that he’s staring at you like this, expectant and willing.

“You are?” You hum, instead of voicing out the torrent of words sweeping through your mind. A maelstrom in its own right. It deserves its own moment. For now, you just focus on the buzz that ignites inside of you when Jeongguk leans into your space, a soft yes floating from his mouth and another sigh following it when your hands slip into his hair. “I haven’t done anything though,” You continue, revelling in how his features fall lax when you gently press your nails into his scalp. You’d learned very quickly how sensitive Jeongguk’s head is. He’s sensitive everywhere really.

“Yes, I know,” He swiftly huffs out, the words choked in his throat. “It’s just – you’ve never wanted to d-do anything in public. I didn’t expect you to want this.”

He’s right, you’re not one for PDA but everything inside of you is throwing that out of the window, a foreign desire heavy in your gut. You can’t deny how your underwear sticks to you when you shift closer to Jeongguk, the seat belt buckle poking right into your thigh.

“Do you want this?” You suddenly acquire an awareness that you’d just sprung this on your boyfriend descending upon you.

“Yes – God, yes. So much. Want you so much.”

“Okay.” Your heart must be bruising your ribs from how frenetically it slams into the bones keeping it caged up. “I want you to. I really, really do. But I just want to say sorry for not listening to you.”

“It’s fine,” Jeongguk rushes out, chasing after your retreating hand. His eyes look stunning this close like the stars reside inside of them with how bright they glimmer with want.

“It’s really not,” You reply, fingertips gingerly pressing at the nape of his neck. Jeongguk’s throat is clogged with a moan he won’t let out but you hear it anyway, a sound that reaffirms your own desire immediately. “How about, I blow you, I go for my class and then later you can pick me up and we can go for lunch and you can retell me what you were saying earlier. How’s that?”

“Perfect,” Jeongguk nods promptly, curls bouncing akin to an enthusiastic puppy. “I just – someone will see us. You okay with that?”

You blink, the smile gracing your lips sly. “Your backseat windows are tinted.”

You’ve never seen Jeongguk scramble to the back of his car that fast.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic

[doingthingsthewriteway]

Thorns pt. 2

Summary: Dom realizes that magic is most certainly afoot in the castle and he definitely should not have gone to the west wing. 

Warnings: 

The suite was far nicer than any room he had stayed in before. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting little rainbows of light onto the powder blue walls. Golden accents were scattered across the room, dull from years without care, but still impressive nonetheless. 

Dom awoke with a start. His eyes, puffy from crying all night, slowly adjusted to the light that seemed to pour into this suite. From what he had seen of the castle the night before, this amount of sunlight seemed very unusual. He sniffled once or twice before sitting upright in bed. 

“Ah, you’re awake!” The door to his suite swung open revealing a young woman with light brown skin and long curling red hair. “I’ve brought goodies!” 

It was far too earlier and he was still far too traumatized to really care about goodies. The only good thing would be the ability to leave. So, he settled with a grunt of acknowledgement in hopes that would speed up whatever exchange this was going to be. 

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the young women bent forward in a bow, “I’m Ashley, resident witch and homemaker here.” Upon her return upright, she flourished a cup and saucer filled with tea and milk just the way he liked it. 

With a quirked brow, he stared at the cup in his hands. “Princess poisoning me already?” 

Ashley laughed, a sound Dom had to admit was certainly not unpleasant to hear. “She’s harmless.” She added under her breath, “most of the time.” 

Dom let out a sound of disbelief as he raised the cup to his lips to sip. Smelled fine. Tasted even better. He reckoned it was fine to finish the cup. Ashley seemed content by this and went about the room flicking and swishing her wrists or muttering little versus of latin? He didn’t know, never paid enough attention in school. 

The room tended to itself, inanimate objects suddenly coming to life and cleaning the room at her command. She hummed softly as she entered the wardrobe and pulled out a variety of clothes. “Haven’t had a guest like you in ages.” 

“Hard to imagine why.” 

The mood in the room shifted making the large ensuite suddenly feel two sizes too small. “I assure you, Dom, that things are not as they appear. When it’s right, you will learn what you need.” 

Ashley threw a wad of clothes his way. “This shirt and pants should fit you just fine. Harry’s got some suspenders should you want to wear those.” She collected her things and lingered by the door. “Well don’t just lay there, get dressed and follow me! Breakfast is served.” 

Stumbling into the hallway, Dom frantically tucked in his shirt as he struggled to keep up with Ashley. The people here were absolutely mental-hot as hell, absolutely gorgeous- but mental. Keeping him prisoner and now serving him breakfast? Nuts. 

The kitchen was not as staffed as he would he assumed. He was certain the pub back in the village was more staffed with bar maids than this. The village. Just the smallest thought of home sent a pang through him that made his eyes water. No, he couldn’t think of home, couldn’t allow himself to fall apart in front of these people, that would have to wait until he could return to his room. 

Tucking in at a table with Ashley, he watched as Harry all but floated into the room. Everyone turning to the long haired man with respect, admiration, and certainly lust. “Bonjour mi amors!” 

Settling in next to Dom, Harry offered a cheeky grin. “And how is our guest doing today?” 

“Our guest thought the princess was poisoning him with his tea.” 

“Our guest would like to not be talked about like I’m not bloody here!” 

The other two laughed at Dom’s outburst. “Of course.” Harry paused for the briefest of moments. “How would you like a tour of the castle? I’m sure Ashley would be happy to provide it. “

He got the feeling the tour was nonnegotiable, no he complied. Harry downed a cup of coffee quickly before assembling breakfast (duplicates of everything) on a tray. If Dom noticed that some of the bacon seemed a little underdone he said nothing and waved as Harry scurried off. 

“He and the princess eat every meal together.” Ashley whispered in Dom’s ear, tickling the hair that fell around it. “But that is none of our business, no? Come let’s go explore.” 

Dom took her outstretched hand and relished in the comfort of another human touch. 

----

Harry pushed the trolly into the master chambers. Y/N was already up, wearing nothing but a deep red silk robe. “Good morning, love.” 

“It took ten minutes longer to shift back this morning.” Y/N turned to face Harry, eyes wild in panic. “I’m getting worse.” 

Strong arms held her tightly, “I’m not going anywhere. None of us are.” 

She still trembled ever so slightly as they tucked into breakfast. “How’s the prisoner?”

Harry through her a pointed look. “Dominic is doing just fine. Ashley has given him so clothes and they’re eating breakfast together as we speak.” 

“He’s a prisoner.”

“He’s a guest.” 

“No, for fuck’s sake.”

“Don’t you want to be happy!” Harry hadn’t meant to yell, to poke the beast that lay beneath her. 

“I’ve accepted my fate it’s time you do to.” Y/N wiped her chin, the blood from the bacon staining her skin ever so faintly. 

“Well, princess, I’m nothing if not persistent.” He poured another cup of tea before he collected the plates. “I’m going to give our guest the grand tour, I’ll see you for lunch my lady.” 

Harry left with his trolley, bumping into Ashley and Dom in the kitchen. “Just the couple I was looking for. I’m going to put these away and offer you the grand tour.” 

“Oh joy. Showing off the capitalistic bullshit of royals.” 

Snickers were stifled behind coughs. Dom reminded them so much of the Y/N before the curse, the gentle one that was passionate about the rights of others. That was the Y/N they hoped to have back someday. 

Dom appeased the overly eccentric Ashley and Harry if only to better his chances of leaving. He couldn’t deny the beauty of the castle. It was impressive in a way that was terrifying. The sheer power that seeped through the walls and the endless portraits and armor. 

“And here we have my portrait, commissioned after my first concert for the family, I don’t think they got my nose right it looks rather phallic.” 

Dom couldn’t give a damn of the portrait. He was much more intrigued by the dark and looming west wing. “What’s there?”

Ashley’s eyes grew wide. “No, that’s just...”

“Storage!” Harry sang with a big swooping gesture. “We LOVE storage, can’t get enough. Any who, let’s continue to the grand lavatory I had an orgy there once.” 

An orgy did sound fun, Dom wasn’t one to discriminate. But the dark looking west wing was clearly more exciting. Silently, he slipped away from the duo, carefully running up the stairs to the west wing. 

“Bloody hell.” He swore under his breath, nudging the stiff door open. The room, which clearly wasn’t used for storage, was in tatters. Drapes were torn with long slashes. 

“Storage my ass.” He grumbled entering the room fully. Eyes immediately drawn to the fine portrait on the wall. 

A crash of thunder startled him, but didn’t distract him from his stare. There were three people in the painting, two faces apparently burned away, one slashed through. Tenderly, he pieced the face back together, gasping at the face of Y/N at a younger age. Beautiful, gently, eyes warm and a smile on her face. Nothing like the women who locked him up. 

Venturing further, he saw it. A rose encased in glass. It was a beautiful rose, or had been at one point. Petals littered the area surrounding the thorns. The hell? He didn’t know. 

His fingers picked up the glass without thought-

“What the hell are you doing here?!” The princess rushed toward him grabbing the glass and placing it back over the rose immediately. “Are you trying to damn us all?” 

“I-” Dom backed into the room, edging closer to the door to leave. Y/N looked practically feral. Eyes blown wide, chest heaving, body shaking. 

“Leave!” Y/N approached him closer. “Go!” She was growling now. 

Dom didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and quickly rushed out of the room, flying past Harry and Ashley. 

“Where are you going?” “Wait!” Their cries fell on deaf ears. All Dom could hear was his heart pounding out of his chest. 

Harry called for the doors to be locked but Dom managed to squeeze out and turn toward the stables. Grabbing Bubba and his reigns, he wiped away a tear he didn’t know he shed. 

“C’mon Bubba, we’re getting out of here.” 

#yungblud imagines #yungblud x reader #yungblud imagine #yungblud au #Dominic Harrison imagines #dominic harrison imagine #dominic harrison x reader #Dominic Harrison au #beauty and the beast au #harry styles imagines #ashley frangipane #Halsey imagines

[kibybun]

Bittersweet

Hawks x Reader Highschool and No Quirk au!

Tw: Abuse, starvation, angst, fluff

Enjoy!

Your heavy pants mix with the sound of the heavy rain beating onto the ground as you try and catch your breath. You didn't have time to as Keigo grabs your hands and smiles as he continues to jump and run around.

The sound of laughter was so pleasant in the silence. The rain had made you hair and clothes cling to you and the asphalt slick. Your pant legs get caught on each other causeing you to fall but you didn't care, you had Keigo to catch you.

You try to wipe some of the rain off his face as the two of you laugh and gasp for breath. Keigo settles for pushing your soaking hair out of your eyes. You giggle and pull away from him to check your phone.

You smile and hold it up to him, the bright screen showing the time as 11:11 pm.

"Eleven eleven! Make a wish!"

He pulls you close and spins. "I wish for this moment to never end!"

Annoying and rhythmic beeping awakes Keigo from his slumber. He yawns and stretches, turning off the alarm.

It was a school day and he wasn't too excited to get ready today. His body was shivering and aching. Maybe dancing in the rain wasn't the best idea he's ever had.

Nonetheless Keigo takes a hot shower and gets dressed in his school uniform. It had just come out of the drier so it warmed him up even more.

He walks out of his room and sees the whole house was a mess. He carefully tip toes his way around the mess, careful not to make noise or move anything out of place.

He makes it out the front door successfully making no noise and sighs in relief. Keigo basks in the sun for a moment before looking at your house on the right.

He had contiplated knocking on your door to walk with you like the two of you normally did but decided against it, knowing you had already left for school.

The walk to school was bland due to you not being there. You had always made him stop to appreciate the flowers every now and then or made him laugh with dumb jokes. But you'd always sneak off and disappear when the two of you arrive at school.

It's cute how you play hide and seek with him throughout the day.

Keigo arrives at school and heads to class knowing he'll see you there. You're normally late to every class but he manages to cover for you every time.

Today the teacher was preaching about grammar. It didnt intrest Keigo in the slightest but he knew you loved it so he played extra attention and took notes for you. He even left little doodles and jokes on the paper for when you studied.

"Pssst! Hey! What'd I miss?" Your sudden appearance next to him started him but he quickly regains his calm demeanor and smiles back.

"Nothing, I got it all written down for you."

"Aww Keigo, you're the sweetest!" Your sweet smile makes him blush and look away.

"Y-yeah, of course!" He hears you soft giggle as the paper on his desk disappears and reappears on your desk.

"Sorry I left without you, my mom had to work early and gave me a ride to school."

"Oh it's fine but I wish I could've ridden with you."

"Hehe maybe next time but you gotta be sure to wake up and not throw a fit!"

"That's only because you keep me up so late!"

"Well-"

"Keigo and (y/n). Care to stop disrupting the class?"

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson, we'll be quiet." Mrs. Johnson gives a strict nod before resuming the lesson.

Keigo holds back a snicker and lowers his head to his desk.

"Hehe I don't know how you deal with her."

"Hey! Keep your voice down dummy! I dont wanna get caught again." Your voice was now a whisper mixed with light laughter.

"Welp, I'll be quiet just so you don't get in trouble." He was slowly drifting off with a smile evident on his face.

"Really? It's only first period!" The last thing he saw was you adorable face before he drifted off to sleep.

Keigo wakes up to the school bell ringing and the murmur of his classmates. He lifts his head and wipes the drool from his face. Looking around he sees that everyone left quickly, leaving him by himself with the teacher.

"Hey, it's the end of the day and I dont want to stay here any longer so get out." Keigo was shocked by Mrs. Johnson's sudden annoyance with him but left quickly nonetheless.

While walking through the halls Keigo keeps his head down to look at his phone. He was texting you, telling to meet him at the cafe close by.

He was too infatuated with his phone to notice that he was bumping into people and pushing them aside.

Everyone scoffed but let it slide, knowing nothing they say would change his behavior.

Keigo mindlessly makes his way to the cafe and takes a seat it the far corner, his usual spot. He doesn't even look at the menu when he orders, just interrupting the waitress and ordering a cheap coffee and your favorite coffee.

But the waitress doesn't flinch or falter at his rudeness due to being used to it.

Keigo waits impatiently for the drinks and you to arrive. You always made time tic by faster somehow. Keigo would meet up with you around one pm then it'd suddenly be four pm but he didn't care.

It only made his time with you more precious.

His head shoots up as the soft chime of the bells attached to the door rings. Beneath the doorframe was you.

Keigo stands and waves you over even though he knows you know where he is. You happily wave back and make a beeline to your seat across from him.

"Heyo! Did you order already?"

"Yup! It should be here in a sec."

"Ok awesome!"

As if on cue the waitress comes over and sets down the drinks before leaving. You smile and inhale the sweet aroma before going to grab your cup.

Unfortunately you're clumsy and knock over Keigo's sending his hot coffee towards him, burning his hand.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" You jump up and run to get napkins while Keigo stays and cradles his hand.

It stung badly but he masked it when you asked if it hurt. He doesn't like making you worry.

The coffee gets cleaned and the two of you sit and goof around. Nothing was particularly notable about what either of you said, it was just mindless fun.

"Aww getting sleepy?" You giggle and tease Keigo as he yawns and rests his head down on the table.

"Hehe maybe... you should nap with me." He finished his sentence with a yawn.

"Mmmm no... I got homework to do." You place your head on his head and play with his hair a little. "I can help you with yours if you want."

"Nah..." Keigo grabs your hand and brings it to his lips to mumble a few more incoherent words before falling asleep.

This time it was the soft chime of the bells above the doorframe that woke him up. Admittedly, it was a lot more pleasant then the aggressive school bell or the annoying alarm but it was still tedious he had to wake up.

Keigo checks his phone for the time and stays to leave the cafe. It was still relatively early but he was just so tired.

As soon as Keigo entered his room he layed down and fell asleep. It was a dreamless slumber but it put his body at ease from the aching hunger he felt.

This time, instead of an annoying alarm it was loud shuffling that disrupted his sleep. It was about twenty minutes earlier than his alarm would go off.

Confused, Keigo carefully exits his room to find the noise coming from the kitchen. There he sees his mother shamelessly shoving the little food in the kitchen into a big plastic bag.

"Mom?" His voice made her flinch before she realized it was him.

"Oh! Keigo sweetheart, don't tell your father about this ok?"

He wants to beg her to take him with her but he knows her life would only lead to more dispare for him.

"You... you should be more quiet not to wake him up."

"Oh, thank you my sweet boy!" Her words were empty praise and she quickly took everything else in the little kitchen and left.

Another hungry day for him.

He doesn't see you until lunch this time which was odd because he has every class with you.

He was sitting under the tree in the back of the school when lunch started. It was his usual spot that you'd join him at. It was especially beautifully as the cherry blossom petals fluttered around durning mid spring.

"Hey! Still no lunch today?" You plop down next to him and lean back against the bark. Keigo sends a lazy but happy look your way before answering.

"Nope. I ate a big breakfast so I'll be fine." It was a lie, he hated lying to you, but he hated seeing worry on your face.

"Well, I brought extra if you get hungry!" You use your chopsticks to pick up a piece of fruit from your meal and eat it.

Keigo was envious of your food but he'd never take your food away.

His head slowly lands on your shoulder as you eat.

"C'mon! Don't you dare fall asleep on me!" Your voice was filled with laughter as you poked his face with your chopsticks.

"I can't help it! Sleeping is just so nice!"

"Nicer than being with me?"

"Of course not!" Keigo lifts his tired hand and cups your check, rubbing his thumb against your face for a moment before letting it grab your hand.

"You're like my dream come true."

"You're incredibly cheesy but adorable." You lean your head against his as his eyelids grow heavy.

"You love me... admit it..." He was barely awake when he felt your lips kiss his forehead.

"So what if I do?"

Again, it was that dumb school bell that woke Keigo up from his nap.

His eyes flutter on and see all the petals that had fallen around him. He stands and stretches before wiping all the petals from his head.

Time to finish this boring day. He slouches and walks back into the school to finish the last few classes he had.

Keigo saw you again last period but he couldn't really talk to you because everyone was taking a test. Instead the two of you made silly faces and mouthed words that neither of you understood. It was totally worth getting scolded after school for.

You disappeared right after getting scolded but Keigo didn't mind, he knew you didn't like getting yelled.

He checked the time as he exited the school, it was still quite early. Keigo contemplates asking you to hang out but he was far too tired right now.

He slowly makes his way to his house and closes the door to his room. He then throws his things to the ground then himself on the bed.

It was a minute or so before Keigo reached for his phone. It was far too quiet for his liking, so he called you.

It was only two rings before you answered.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice."

"Aww you cheesy idiot!"

"Yeah yeah.... what are you up to?"

"Being responsible and doing homework."

"Ugh would could you do something so boring?"

"Because its required dummy!" He smiles as he hears you laugh.

"Pfft that's why I have you!" You let out a mocking gasp.

"I ought to let you fail so you have to go through and do twice as much homework!"

"That didn't even make sense, smarty pants."

"Still smarter than you!"

"Are you though?" He ends his sentence with a yawn.

"Awww sleepytime already?"

"Yup. You should sing me a lullaby."

"W-what? You know I have the voice of a pterodactyl."

"I don't think so. C'mon, for me?" He shifts in his bed and gets comfy.

"Fine! Only this once and you better not laugh!" You let out a huff.

"Cross my heart."

"What do you even want to hear?"

"Twinkle twinkle little star."

"That's such a baby song, you baby."

"Please?"

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..." You had barely started and he was half asleep. Your voice was simply angelic to him. That was the most at ease hes felt in suck a long time.

There wasn't an alarm to wake him up this time. Keigo sits up and pats around his bed to find his phone, only to see it across the room.

He brushes it off and gets ready for his tiresome school day.

Today was one of the days he saw you every period. It made him happy seeing you so much and it made him even happier as the two of you were assigned partners.

The task was read a few chapters of the class book and take notes. Of course the two of you didnt do that.

"Keigo, are you even paying attention?" He wasn't.

"If I saw no will you get mad?"

"I guess you'll have to take notes on your own." You giggle and turn away from him.

"Wait, no, please! I don't know what this is even about!"

"You should've paid attention!"

"How could I pay attention if you're looking that adorable?" He rests his head on your shoulder as you try and hide your blushing face.

"Don't just say stuff like that if you don't mean it!" He looks at you confused.

"But I did mean it." You huff and lean your head onto of his and continue reading, slowly lulling Keigo into a peaceful slumber.

Keigo jolts awake due to his teacher screaming at him to leave. He gets the impression that Mrs. Johnson doesn't like him that much.

He gathers this things and leaves, texting you to meet him at the park. It was a cloudy day with a slight chill. It was nice out.

"Sorry if I kept you from your homework." He held a mocking grin as you simply rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, your just jealous I spend more time with homework than I do you."

"Yeah, so what if I am?"

"Then I'd say you're silly."

"Then I'm the silliest person there is."

The two of you lay down in the grass and watch the clouds. Nothing much was said, just watching clouds as he scooted closer to you to stay warm. At one point he even held your hand before he fell asleep.

The splatter of cold rain jolted him away. Keigo was startled to see himself still laying in the park while it being nearly pitch black. It didn't help that the rain was coming done harder and harder by the second.

He staggers to stand and checks his phone.

11:12 pm.

His heart drops as he runs through the slick streets to his home.

He was late.

This isn't good.

Why didn't you wake him up?

The pitter patter of his feet on the ground slows as he reaches his house drenched in sweat and rain. His hand shakes violently as he hesitates to open the door.

His hand didn't even have the chance to touch the handle before the door flung open to reveal his drunk father.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Coming into MY house this late?" His taller physique intimidating Keigo as he took dangerous steps towards him.

"I-I-I I'm s-sorry... I lost track of t-time..." His father's fist makes contact to his gut and he falls to the wet ground.

"Pathetic. You and your excuses." The pain Keigo felt was immense due to the relentless blows dealt to him but he could care less. It was the embarrassment that hurt more.

All the lights in the neighborhood slowly flicked on as people looked out their windows to investigate where all the noise was coming from.

His father was yelling slurs and insults that barely affected Keigo but made everyone flinch.

Yet Keigo still didn't care.

He just wished you wouldn't come out and see him like this. He had always been careful to avoid a public beating so you never had the chance to see him in such a weak and pitiful state, but it seems he failed.

"Don't you dare come into my house again." He gives a final kick to his already heavily bruised gut before going back in to drink some more.

Keigo lays there with his face up to the sky knowing no one would dare come over and help him. Everyone in this damn town knew about his family. How much of a bastard his father was but they never tried to help him.

Fear separates him from the rest of society.

Keigo lays there for an hour or so before attempting to sit up.

Everyone's lights had turned back off and the sound of rain created a soothing white noise.

He takes his time to stand and starts to hobble down the street, holding his bruised stomach. He didn't care that moving around would only worsen his condition.

His hand trembles as he grabs his phone and tells you to meet him at the park. He needed to see you.

Keigo sits on a soaking bench when you arrived without a coat or umbrella.

"Keigo! Oh thank god!" You capture him in a tight embrace that he returns. "Are you ok? Oh my god are you bleeding? Keigo we should go somewhere dry-"

"Run away with me." You loosen your grip on him and pull back to look him in the face.

"What?"

"Run away with me. Let's leave this god forsaken life behind and start a new one, a better one, just us! Let's go live a life where no one can hurt us ever again. We'll have each other whenever we need. We could watch the stars and swim in a lake and pick berries and dance in the moonlight and we could just be ourselves."

His tears mix in with the heavy downpour of rain. He cups your face as gently as he can as he lets out a shakey sob.

"We could be infinity."

You smile a pained smile as you rest your hands onto of his.

"Oh Keigo... we ARE infinity." Your tears begin to mix with the rain as you pull his hands away and wipe his tears.

You pull him closer and kiss him, savoring that sweet moment of bliss before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. He looks you in the eyes as your body starts to fade away.

He cries harder as he tried to grab you, pull you closer, as he refuses to let you go.

"Please! Don't leave me!"

"I'll always be here whenever you need."

You wake up and get ready for school. It was hard to focus on your breakfast as your mind was pledge with thoughts of your neighbor getting beat.

You had tried before to talk to him but he ignored you.

You leave your house and him still completely passed out and soaking wet. It doesn't look like he moved at all.

You step closer and call out his name.

Keigo right?

One of his eyes fluttered open due to the other one being swollen.

"Hey... are you okay?" Yoh kept your voice low and gentle.

He looks at you with a blank expression before wiping his face, grabbing his soaked bag, and walking off.

You sigh, it wasn't the first time this has happened.

To him you were probably just that nosy neighbor. He probably doesn't even know your name.

You follow behind him as he walks to school. You hear him talking to himself. It seemed like he was talking to someone else but no one was there. He makes silly puns and jokes that make you giggle.

You had asked if you could walk with him before and he had just ignored you.

The two of you make it to school and head to your classes. You had most classes with Keigo but not all. He normally sits in the back of the classroom and sleeps. Most of the time and mumbles something in his sleep and laughs.

Sometimes you take notes for him and leave little doodles and jokes on it so he wasn't completely behind, even if everyone tells you it's a lost cause.

At lunch you watch him walk to the back of the school and sit under the big cherry blossom tree.

Most days you sit with your friends but today you decided to join him. Keigo was already asleep when you arrived so you didn't stay long.

Without all the bruises and if his cheecks weren't sunken in he'd truely be handsome.

You leave your lunch for him and return to your friends before lunch ends.

When Keigo wakes up he sees someone's lunch left next to him. You never left things behind in his dreams so who's lunch was this?

It didn't feel right to take it but they left it there for a reason. Against his better judgment he scarfs down the food and goes to finish the day.

It was the last period of the day when he saw the real you. He had used you as a fantasy to make his life better and he wasn't ashamed. He didn't know you, he didn't care for you, he had made is own version of you that loves him. That version of you helps the pain go away and make the days go by faster. He had no interest in getting to know the real you or anyone in that manner.

He was walking home when the real you approached.

"Hey... can I walk with you?"

"No." He walks faster, leaving you behind with a hurt expression.

All he wanted to do was get home and dream of his version of you. It was his only escape, his only happiness in life. Pathetic, he knew that but he didn't care. He was content with living with living his bittersweet life. He wanted nothing more.

Kiby~💚

#bnha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo tamaki #mha hawks #my hero academia keigo takami #bnha fanfiction #bnha au #bnha #boku no hero academia hawks #mha keigo takami #bnha keigo #keigo x reader

[reddogf13]

Scarlet marks ch3

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: who knew she would end up here? Beverly, having started her work in fashion as a young bright secretary under the older tom Rogan. now forced to sexually serve slimy old politicians under toms vicious grip for power and money. forced into following toms political flock to Derry. she runs into a familiar face, wearing a silver clown suit, out on a special hunt. (mainly smut

status: In progress

rated: M - fowl language, gore, and sex scenes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: Scarlet marks ch 2

next chap: Scarlet marks ch 4

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~ch:3 Business deal~

Beverly woke slowly to the new morning light passing through the wagon window. Stretching out from Pennywise's grasp in bed. Attempting to get out of bed stopped by the clown. “stay in bed again. You know I can pay.”

“no can do Mr. clown.” slipping from his grasp to count the money he set on her jacket. Packing it all away to then put on her shoes to leave.

“why?!” the clown disappointed she said no, but not leaping out of bed to stop her.

“tom set me up for a political meeting. I'll be booked from this morning to lunch or even past dinner. By that point I'll only want to sleep.” not letting his expectations get too high on anything after the meeting.

“hmpf, I bet I can pay higher then those clowns.” his joke earning a laugh from Beverly.

“yes, but its not the money Tom wants from them. Its the power and the immunity.”

“ah.”

“so these things are always mandatory business meetings.”

“well, if things don't work out I'll be here for you.” waving her goodbye out the door. Being given a returning wave from Beverly.

She unenthusiastically walked over to the large lodge where the “political meeting” was held. Passing over a tall hill to cross under the arch marking the entrance of the property. At the hills top she stopped at the sight of police and ambulances around the property. Rushing down to figure out what was going on, she met up with a few of her clients gathering outside. A closer look having her see a car crashed into the wall. She turned to the older gentlemen muttering between themselves.

catching the men's attention. “uh, I came for the meeting from Tom.”

“ah, yes. Tell Tom we need to reschedule.” the big wig out of them all spoke.

“what happened?”

“Baskins accidentally drove into the building. Injured quite a lot after plowing through the wall.”

another speaking up. “his eye sight has gotten so horrible.”

and another speaking. “we keep telling him to just get a driver.” all of them shaking their heads in shame for him to nodding in agreement. None seeming too surprised or concerned for Baskins condition.

“oh, sorry to hear. I'll let Tom know.” faking her sadness until she was out of their view. Excited to head back over to Pennywise's wagon. Hiding her excitement when knocking at his door. Needing to look away with a heavy blush when he answered the door in only a towel wrapped around his hips. Pale skin glowing under the bright sunny sky. Muscles shifting around as he leaned against his door way.

“back so soon? Was the party full?” he joked.

“sorta, a car through the wall killed the partying mood. Still want to do a day date?”

“sure, want to join me for my bath?”

“i am up for it.” following him inside to the bathroom. The tub full of steamy water and rose petals. A wooden side platter settled temporarily on the sink covered in finger food. Fancy fruit stacks, meats, crackers, cheeses, caviar and various toasted bread slices for the spreads.

“want some wine to relax with?” offering as she undressed.

“sounds nice.” smiling as he left for a moment to grab a bottle and two glasses from a small cupboard. He returned to settle into the bath first, then her, and settling the wood food board across the tub as a makeshift table. Pouring a generous amount of wine for them both to sip on between bits of food. She hummed between the food and the lovely massaging he started on her shoulders.

“your muscles are very tense.” rubbing along her back.

“heh, they've been that way for a long time. May as well be their normal state.” taking a big gulp of wine before eating some caviar on a bread slice. Enjoying the foods delicately set up on the board.

“you doing all this work for Tom right? I assume you've tried leaving, but how is he keeping you?”

she sighed. “business meetings.” then continued. “tom has those stuffy old dudes in his pocket in exchange for my service. They don't want to lose that so they pull favors for Tom to keep me working. I even purposefully got arrested once and was back at toms a few hours later. No cop would bother me after getting the memo from the big wigs.”

“ah, explains a lot.” sipping some wine down with a bite of meat. Both surprised by the small flip phone in Beverlys jacket ringing.

“shit!” she scrambled to grab her jacket and the phone out of the pocket. “hello?”

“what the fuck happened to the meeting?!” toms  voice loud enough for Pennywise to clearly hear.

“they canceled a-”

“we needed the money from that party! Now you have to make up the loss before I get back!” the call cut after his order.

Beverly quietly shut the phone to frustratingly bump her head on the tubs edging. Chugging the rest of her wine glass down.

“how much you need and before when?” the clown asked.

“20 thousand in 3 days.”

“is that all?” he laughed as he pulled her close. “how bout we have a little business agreement. For each 24 hours you stick with me I'll give you a chunk of the amount. By the time Tom returns you'll have the amount ready and more.” nuzzling into her neck for a small nip.

“cant say no to that.” chuckling at the affection. Holding her glass out as he refilled them.

His attention turned to her clothes off to the side. “need to pick up clothes for the visit?”

“mm, that's actually my only set. Tom only gets me sexy outfits and any other public ware I had got destroyed or “misplaced” by Tom.”

“i like sexy outfits, but not if were heading out.” he chuckled. “we'll have to fix that later.” kissing and nipping along her shoulder.

“oh will we, Mr clown?” rubbing herself back into him. Feeling his hands rub up along her sides to fondle her breasts. Moving back down to grab her ass and get her out of the tub. Between all the kissing and handling the rooms flashed by her. Now on the bed still dripping water to soak into the fabric beneath them. Laying stomach down as he straddled over her. His hips grinding down onto hers with both hands pushing her shoulders into the mat.

Completely helpless under his dominant position, not that she cared. Breathing his comforting scent off his bedding. Their was something so intoxicating about it. She wanted more of the scent, more of him the longer she seeped into it. Shutting her eyes to the thrusts he gave causing a small twinge of pain. Maybe actually being caused by his claws digging into her shoulders leaving drops of blood to pool at the surface. Above her he was growling and drooling uncontrollably. Drops falling from his jaws to land over her back.

This time he was rougher in handling her position. Pinned down unable to squirm from his fast thrusting hips. Hiking her hips up to spare no space away from his. She winced here and there under his firmness, but she submitted to letting him make all the moves. His rod so deep inside with little pull out bringing a large enough satisfaction for her to stay still. When his peek came she felt the thick cum fill her to the brim. Different then before with it all staying inside. He shoved himself in so tightly he blocked any of it from pouring free.

Her body chilled under the effect, fearful that any movement would loosen him too much. Remaining still for so long had her body aching for more. Something was missing again, her body having space for  more of him to spill deep down. She only shifted her hips slightly back into his, but it was enough to set him off. Letting out a animalistic growl in warning right as he bit into the back of her neck. Teeth prickling at the skin there to prevent her from doing anything more.

The worry she would have gotten by such an aggressive move crushed by his thrusting. Slamming hard enough the bed rocked under the movements. That being exactly what her body wanted, letting out a chorus of uncontrollable moans. Exciting his own body to be rougher on the submissive female below him. Flooding her with hot cum until her body couldn't hold any more. Gushing out around his dick doing its best to block the flow. Her tightened legs couldn't help anymore after shivering too much following the waves of pleasure. One last load puddling a large amount out onto the bed.

Both their body's going limp in riding the last pleasuring wave. His body laying over hers with his face buried into the back of her head. Licking at the skin reddened by his rough bite down along to her shoulders. Healing the bleeding claw marks dug into her. Beverly laying in bliss as he treated her wounds. Gasping out when he slipped free of her to stand off the bed.

he joked while stoking his hands down along her back. “heh, I think we need another bath.”

her body sensitive to what ever movement she made. “ugh, fuck me.” Turning over to sit up in bed while fabric stuck to her legs slick with cum.

“so soon?” he laughed.

She held in a chuckle to throw a pillow at him. “shut up!” exhausted, but tempted. “hand me my jacket.” holding out her hand toward it. Careful when taking it, from him, to not get it dirty across the coated bedding.  Standing up to lean against the wall while avoiding her gaze landing on the naked clown stretching not to far. Blushing at the feeling of a lot of liquid flowing down her legs. Swallowing  from the satisfied smirk he shot her with a lick of his jaws flecking a little drool.

She turned her focus to pulling out her birth control from the jacket pocket. Right as she tossed the medication into her mouth the smirking look on the clowns face dropped. She didn't have a chance to swallow before he was back on her. Kissing her deeper then before that his tongue took over her whole mouth. The pill lost for a brief moment in the surprise devouring of her mouth. Yet, she won the dominant fight of tongues long enough to find and swallow the medication. His tongue ready to chase it down her throat if her gag reflex wasn't caught so badly. He pulled back when she pushed him back for air between coughs. Hearing a deep guttural growl escape him.

“fuck, what was that f-?!” her voice cut off from him claiming her mouth again. Hiking her legs up to swiftly thrust her back into the wall. She moaned on the taste of him wrapping around her tongue. Grabbing onto his shoulders in similar positioning to their first night together in the ally. This time wasn't as gentle with far more domination from him. Beverly snickering at the frustrated growls he let out the longer she fought with his tongue taking over her mouth. Sucking on the incredibly long organ tasting of lightly sweet caramel popcorn. Almost swallowing it down at the shock of a deep thrust spilling more cum into her. Enough of a distraction for him to win the fight of tongues by filling her mouth all the way. Submitting under him he kissed her head back into the wall.

Relaxing to the repeated rounds of filling he did one right after another. A whole other mess created where they were. Finishing up, his tongue retracted from her mouth to lick across her lips. A sense of Déjà vu crossing her after being gently set down on shaking legs.

“wow.” was all she could pant out while holding onto him for support. She had completely forgotten what she was going to shout at him for.

“let me help.” hugging her close to carry her into the bathroom for another bath.

Her bath hardly relaxing as he watched her so intently from the other side of the tub. She was expecting him at any moment to start another round. As she felt earlier, tempted, but far too exhausted to start. Especially after that last few rounds leaving her legs shaking. Despite the warm bath they weren't relaxing enough to hold still this time.

“i don't think I can walk anymore.” rubbing her legs to relax the muscle as much as she could.

“was I too rough?” asking her gently from his side of the tub.

“god no. I just wished I had the energy you have to keep up.” her laughter cut by him coming intimately close to kiss her neck. Stopping him this time with a bright blush. “whoa big boy! I am gonna have to clock out for today. One more round and I'll pass out on you.”

“i wouldn't mind.” he laughed in backing away. “we should really fetch you more clothes. They get ruined so easily, or would you like to chance it walking around without tonight?” he teased.

“you'd like that.” teasing him back. “ I need some water first before I go anywhere.”

“how about a meal? Didn't have much of a breakfast and now its already lunch.”

“sounds good to me.”

resting in the wagon managing to relax her legs enough that they went off to eat at a nice little diner. Needing to wrap an arm around greys to keep steady on her feet long enough. Quietly eating their wonderful lunch she noticed he was staring intently again. “what?” she asked between bites of food.

stretching a grin. “nothing, just thinking what I am going to do to you.” his answer leaving another blush on her face. She momentarily stopped eating to regather herself.

This had gone on the entire day, him staring at her. Stirring a feeling in Beverly she wasn't sure was right or not. Picking out clothes after their meal she became lost in her own thoughts. He'd been driving her wild in bed to the point she was willing to submit to whatever he wanted. Unconcerned by all the scarlet marks covering her body like a road map of his sexual thrills with her. Maybe this was getting too unsafe, after all with what he truly was. Another part of it was how she could be using him to placate Tom. Having him conjure up so much money to letting him buy her all these things.

Leaving her to question it all on “why?” in her mind. “Where would this road lead and how would it end? Was this some silent deal to do this forever?” rubbing absent minded at a t-shirt in hand. “that wouldn't be possible. The politics would want to move again eventually and Tom will force me to come with them.” all this time in pennywise's wagon had made her too comfortable. She shouldn't get used to it, it would be harder to adjust when she had to return to working the streets late into the night. Once Tom returns she'll need to lower her time with the clown. who knows how well that will be taken by him when the time comes.

The days flew by with their bedded plays leaving them both resting satisfied together. The only point when time seemed to slow down was when they left the wagon. Eating out or for a stroll by the river on a nice sunny day. Even those sometimes turning into a thrilled play of possibly being caught in public. Then it all ended on the last day with Beverly needing to return to Tom in the morning of his return. Taking a lot of time counting the huge amount of cash Pennywise gave to her as promised. A whopping whole 60 thousand, making her 3 times what she needed to fill her order.

“okay, its all there.” wrapping the wads with rubber bands to carefully hide in her pockets.

“after you see Tom will you be coming back?”

“uh, I have to see what Tom says. He may force me to stay in today.” feeling nervous deep down on returning. Should she tell him now that she wants to lessen her visits with him? starting to pack up all the outfits he bought her on their first day together.

“why don't you leave those here?” the idea having her pause. It would be a good idea, but that meant she'd have to return regularly as if she lived here. “You said Tom doesn't like you having non sexy clothes. They'll be safer here.” he suggested while giving that staring look again.

She was confused why he had picked it up all of a sudden. Maybe being connected with why he was rougher then before and why he was so focused on repeatedly causing a mess. When he saw her taking birth control he was obsessed in keeping her in bed. She'd seen it in other guys who took it as a nice sign to let them freely ride raw. Wouldn't surprise her it thrilled him the same way.

“yeah.” she ended up agreeing. Her chest warming at the decision, another strange sensation she had been dealing with since being with him for so long. She wanted to please him, do whatever he wanted, she wanted him to be pleasured and happy. In turn it warmed her to feeling happy around him. Safe in his grasp that she never wanted to leave, but life with Tom forced her to. Leaving the wagon with a wave goodbye, receiving one in return as he watched her go.

Meeting with Tom at home he was thrilled by the large amount she had brought home. So much he allowed her to take a few days off … from working the streets. Instead acting as some show off prize during nonworking meetings that were actual party's. Press coming by to take photos together as some happy business couple. Tom doing some political money laundering under the guise of their dead fashion industry. Beverly wore a fake happy smile through it all, but was dead inside. Biting her tongue through multiple creepy old politicians complimenting her looks and talking to Tom about other meetings to set up between her and them.

They were very open about it too when the reporters were gone. Talking across the dinner table inside the house while she sat nearby picking at her food. Too sick to take a bite that would cause her to vomit it right back onto the plate. Swallowing down her stomach when the agreement was finalized through a large payment. Dinner finished a small part of the political flock left back to their homes while the ones who paid stayed. Quite a large group Beverly had to suck up to like she was being done a favor to serve such powerful people.

Between her sucking up to the large party she weaved out for some space to breath. Looking annoyed at the crowd she spots one tall man standing out from the others. Dressed more old fashioned without a normal party tux while far younger then everyone. Those golden eyes turning into a grayish blue when she locked onto him. Through the crowd grey had caught up to her without another soul questioning his presence. This party becoming far more fun for her.

#it (2017) #pennywise #pennywise x beverly marsh #beverly marsh

[datheetjoella]

Fantober 2020, Day 24: Picnic

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 24/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,564 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Quarantine, Pandemic, References to Sexual Content Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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When Makoto visited the shrine on January first and prayed for a good year, the last thing he expected was to be in quarantine because of a pandemic three months later. And yet, that was exactly the situation he found himself in.

His study and work had been put on hold and he had to refrain from leaving his home except for necessary groceries, but Makoto felt like he couldn't complain. He wouldn't get lonely because Haruka was here and there was no one he'd rather be stuck inside with than him. They recently moved into a bigger apartment, so even if they did get sick of each other's company - which was unlikely - they could retreat to either the bathroom and their bedroom, which was separate from the living room and kitchen. All of their loved ones remained to be healthy up until now which was a blessing in itself, and he'd always been a homebody anyway so he didn't miss going out and about as much as some of their more extroverted friends.

But there were days Makoto couldn't help but feel lost. After all, he was in Tokyo to follow his dreams and it was a bit frustrating he couldn't continue to live the life he meticulously built here. When days passed during which cancelled plans should've taken place, the sullen feeling welled up and he missed even the most mundane things, like going to a bookstore with Ikuya and Hiyori or drinking coffee at Marron and catching up with Kisumi, Asahi, Akane and little Tsukushi.

Today was one of those days. The cherry trees were in full bloom and even though they hadn't planned a flower-viewing party with their friends, Makoto always looked forward to the season. It was sad to let the beautiful petals fall without appreciating them properly, but spring would come again and Makoto was sure they could celebrate a new start then. Health and safety were priority number one, everything else could wait until later.

Fortunately, Makoto wasn't one to get bored easily so on days like these, he distracted himself by reading a book or playing some games. While Haruka didn't mind being cooped up at home either, he did miss the freedom of swimming at the pool. To make up for the lack of water, he spent even more time in the tub than usual and to release his excess energy, he dragged Makoto over to their bedroom at least twice a day. It could be a bit exhausting, especially if Haruka insisted on a second or even a third round, but Makoto would be lying if he said he disliked this turn of events. Being with Haruka so much, both between the sheets and outside of them, was the silver lining amidst this awful situation.

After one of these 'morning marathons', Makoto was the one relaxing in the bath for a change. He invited Haruka to join him, but he claimed he had something to do and left swiftly after they cleaned up. Not wanting to pry, Makoto let him off the hook without any questions. If it was important, he was sure Haruka would tell him eventually.

Cuddling with Haruka held his preference, but it was also nice to be able to stretch out his legs for once. With his eyes shut in contentment, Makoto basked in the warm, soapy clutch, enveloped by comfort and serenity; moments like these made him understand Haruka's affinity for the water a little more. He could stay here for hours, but the seed of curiosity Haruka planted in his mind by acting so cryptically began to grow as the water nourished it.

When his stomach growled, he gave in to the temptation and yanked the plug out of the drain. He dried himself quickly and slipped on some loungewear. If Haruka was still busy, he would leave him be. Then he'd be a good boyfriend and whip up some egg sandwiches for their lunch.

"Haru?" he called as he opened the bathroom door and his jaw hurtled to the floor.

The furniture inside their living room was shoved aside and Haruka was sitting on a large quilt in the middle of it. Multiple lunchboxes with all kinds of different food, from onigiri and karaage to pieces of fish and a variety of vegetables, were set out beside him along with a thermos and two cups. And to top it all off, an enormous drawing of a hanging, blossoming cherry tree was taped against the wall, fallen petals spread across the floor.

"Haru," Makoto gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle his astonishment. "What's all of this?"

"You looked so somber that we can't go out to watch the cherry blossoms, so I thought I'd bring the cherry blossoms here."

Tears emerged in Makoto's eyes, but he swallowed them before they could spill. Ever since they were little, Haruka had been incredibly kind and thoughtful, yet gestures like these never ceased to surprise Makoto.

"This is amazing, Haru," he said, letting his eyes drink in the atmospheric feast Haruka prepared. "When did you do all of this?"

"I started this morning when you were still asleep and I finished it while you took a bath," Haruka said, a soft, shy smile adorning his lips.

"So that's why you were so eager to keep me in bed," Makoto said; Haruka was always excited and ready to pamper him behind closed doors, but he brought it to a new level this morning.

"Part of the reason," Haruka mumbled and Makoto could read the rest of the reason on his face, that was shaded the same lovely pink as the paper petals. "Now, sit down and eat before the food spoils."

At the mention of food, Makoto's stomach cried out again. At least he hadn't skipped breakfast for nothing.

He plopped down on the quilt beside Haruka, who handed him a pair of chopsticks. They said their thanks, then Makoto didn't waste a second before he dug in. He picked up an omelette roll, that was so soft and fluffy it melted on his tongue. He had to resist the urge to moan; he'd already disturbed the neighbours enough at that point.

"This is so good, Haru," he said through his full mouth. "Thank you so much for doing this for me."

Haruka shrugged. "I know it's not the same as an actual picnic with our friends beneath a real cherry tree, but I hope you still like this."

"I love it," Makoto said, leaning over to drop a kiss onto Haruka's cheek, "I couldn't have wished for anything more than this; this is the best flower-viewing party I've ever been invited to."

And he meant every word. Despite them being inside their house and the tree being cut out of pencil-coloured pages of his notebook, the ambience hadn't gotten lost. On the contrary, because it was just the two of them at home, the ambience was even better than it would've been otherwise. Haruka put so much effort into doing this especially for him and that made it so much more meaningful than anything they could've set up with a group of friends. This was so charming and whimsical it turned Makoto's insides to mush, his heart fluttering against his ribcage.

Perhaps Haruka was even more of a hopeless romantic than him. But if he said that, Haruka would surely get annoyed at him and he wouldn't want to make him grumpy after this grand gesture of affection.

"I had no idea you were planning something like this," Makoto said instead as he plucked a mini tomato from one of the boxes. As a token of his appreciation, he'd leave most of the mackerel for Haruka.

"If I let you notice, then it wouldn't have been a surprise."

"You're right. You raised the bar by a lot, though. I don't know how I'm ever going to top this."

"You don't have to," Haruka said, munching on a tuna with mayonnaise onigiri. "I didn't do this to get something in return."

"I know, but this is so special to me, I want to do something for you that gives you that special feeling, too."

"Idiot," Haruka said as he picked at a grain of rice, "You don't have to do anything for that."

Fireworks of adoration exploded in Makoto's stomach. Haruka was so cute, he truly loved him too much for his own good. This adorable reaction only made the desire to return the favour fizz up even stronger.

"Thanks, Haru." An unrestrainable smile curled Makoto's lips. "Still, this is so much fun, we should do things like this more often. When all of this is over and we can go out again, I'll take you on a nice date. I can't promise it'll be anywhere near as good as this, but I'll try my best."

"If you insist, then I'll be looking forward to that," Haruka said with a tiny smile of his own brightening his beautiful face.

Makoto leaned forward and stole a kiss from Haruka's mouth, the flavours of the food intermingling between them. He wasn't sure yet what he was going to organise for their date, but fortunately, he had a lot of time to think about it. For now, he would simply enjoy their little picnic and revel in this amazing moment Haruka created.

#i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu #makoharu fic #my fic #fantober2020 #colourful days with you

[general-mahamatra]

Beautiful Red Chrysanthemums

Pairing: Ralbert (one-sided)

Genre: Angst/Whump

TW: Angst, gore, graphic depictions of sickness, graphic depictions of injuries, hanahaki disease, body horror

Word count: 3710

It’s impossible to hide everything.

For a while there will be that sense of security, that sense of safety knowing no one knows. But soon enough that wall begins to crumple. At first it’s only bits and pieces here and there. A tiny secret about that one night after the party, the small cut from the fire escape; a torn picture that fell from an open wallet.

The fact that Albert has managed to keep his secret for so long is a miracle in itself. He’s managed to do whatever he could to keep it from the public eye. Whether it was blaming his coughing on the flu or swallowing everything that came up only to wretch later, he did what he could. If word got out what was happening to him, he’d be done for.

It was why he was now shaking behind a dumpster in some backend alleyway.

Albert collapsed to his knees, one arm clutching his stomach and the other propped up on the brick wall. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he struggled to breathe. Each inhale was ragged and short, barely getting him enough oxygen. His eyes fluttered while his head spun. Nothing was staying in focus. Not his thoughts or the pile of bloodstained chrysanths mixed with bile.

Beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck despite the cool autumn air. It was sickening, knowing that he was soiling his clothing with his own sweat and blood.

Another shiver passed over Albert. His stomach lurched and the next thing he knew, he was vomiting. The horrid mix of petals and his lunch gathered on the cement below him. The smell of it was enough to make Albert’s nausea grow.

Albert’s purging was quickly cut off by coughing. He was barely able to breathe in when he kept hacking. Soon, new petals came up and out of his mouth, dropping to the ground soaked in blood. They dropped like pebbles, each one falling as quickly as they came up. Petal after petal to the point when he managed to inhale, he only sucked them back in and started to choke.

The choking soon led to more vomiting to the point he could barely hold himself up at the same time.

His hand was now pressed against the wall, his fingers curling into the brick as he tried to hold on. A sharp pain soon burst down from his fingertips as Albert pressed his nails even harder into the stone. They bent and tore, leaving an open path to the rough stone beneath. Slowly but surely, blood started to gather there as well.

Finally, the flowers stopped.

Albert sucked in a ragged breath and closed his eyes. His hold on the wall loosened as he leaned forward, resting his head against the bricks. The familiar tingle of tears is what pulled him back to reality. With each one that fell, he was brought closer to awareness until he was thrown back into the moment.

He shuddered and opened his bleary eyes. The world remained out of focus, warping and twisting every time he blinked.

It took a while for his heartrate to slow. Albert sat there shaking for what felt like ages. A cool breeze bit at his arms and sent a large shiver throughout his body.

Eventually, he was able to sit back and look at the mess he made. As he stared, his vision began to clear and he could make out just what exactly lay before him: the petals of a red chrysanthemum.

Albert grimaced at the sight. How ironic.

It’s not like they’re anything new. They’ve been around the whole time, but he had been hoping that one day maybe they’d change to something less torturous.

It took him ages to figure out what they meant. He snuck into flower shops to try and find a match for nights on end. He even stole a booklet about what each flower meant at one point until finally he figured out what they were called. As Albert searched further, he soon came across their meaning:

The red chrysanthemum: a sign of love and accentuated passion.

Love. His love for that idiotic boy who always told those stupid jokes. The boy who always teased him in the mornings about stupid dreams; the boy whose smile made Albert’s heart flutter every time.

Passion. Oh how passionate Albert was about the boy. He always tried to get the boy to smile and be happy. He made an effort to be around him throughout the day and be the person the boy could turn to.

The boy named Anthony Higgins.

Albert wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. As he lowered them, he glanced down at his injured nails. All of them were torn and jagged. One of them had ripped too far, exposing the sensitive skin that was now bleeding.

Despite how unsanitary it was, Albert found it a better idea to place the injured finger in his mouth to clear the blood rather than wipe it on his clothing. It was disgusting but far less painful. As he glanced around what he could of the alley, he tried to remember where he was.

Albert barely recalled how he ended up where he now sat. All he could remember was running from God knows where to find someplace private.

His eyes landed on the bag of newspapers he had yet to sell. Albert tooks his finger out of his mouth and gently pressed it on his jeans. He then pulled himself to his feet using the dumpster and managed to stumble over to his bag.

When he picked up the bag, he slung it across his shoulders. He just needed to sell twenty more papers and he can be done for the day.

Albert didn’t even bother to wait until he could properly stand before he exited the alley. After all, looking like absolute shit might get him some sympathy. But first, he needed to find a place to clean up – some sort of store where he could just go into the bathroom and wash himself.

Anything to keep the others from knowing.

By the end of the day, Albert had successfully sold the rest of his papers.

It was difficult at first. Some people didn’t want to come near him considering he looked like absolute death. It also didn’t help just how much he found himself coughing. Every couple minutes or so Albert was hacking up petals.

He was able to be discreet at least. He spat them into the palm of his hand and shoved them into his pockets. Every once and a while he’d empty his pockets into a dumpster when there were too many.

It was a daily routine at this point.

Cough, hide, dispose, repeat. Whenever lunch or dinner came around, Albert would swallow whatever came up to the point he barely had room to eat. Not that anyone noticed.

It became so ingrained into his daily life that Albert didn’t consider it a disease. It was just part of him.

For a while, he thought he was going insane. He thought his sanity was slipping because there was no way he could be coughing up petals. Given there were so few at first, it was a safe conclusion.

Days turned into weeks which turned into months. It wasn’t long until two years had passed and he came across an article that caught his eye.

Hanahaki Disease, the Deadly Game of Love Me, Love Me Not.

Albert read the article the moment he got some peace. Whether it was fate or sheer coincidence he found the title appealing was up for interpretation. The simple fact he had found it was yet another miracle.

It was then that he learned what was wrong with him and why all he could ever do was spit out petals. He learned just how rare it was in America.

Yet, ironically, he never learned how deadly the disease was.

Oh, Albert was suspicious alright, but it only hung in the back of his mind.

The article was what brought the revelation to him. It was what explained that he was sick. No, not an illness. Lovesick.

Hanahaki Disease, the disease of unrequited love. Only curable by being loved in return.

He vividly remembers how the world seemed to fall apart around him. The moment he figured out what was going on was the moment he shattered. There was nothing he could do.

Now, four months later, it had gotten so much worse.

There were many nights Albert found himself stuck awake, purging all of the petals he swallowed and coughing up absurd amounts of blood.

At one point he felt like his insides were being shredded as he was thrown into a coughing fit. Seconds felt like minutes as he struggled for air. He clawed at his throat and soon felt like his insides were being pulled out through his mouth when entire flowers had ripped their way free.

That night lasted longer than the rest.

Luckily, the entire afternoon had gone alright other than when he was stranded in the alleyway. Albert had made it to Jacobi’s just fine and the evening was going well until he started coughing again.

The first one caught him by surprise, leaving him stuck with a handful of petals and bloody strings of saliva trailing from his mouth. Albert quickly closed his fist and wiped his face before shoving the petals into his pocket.

He managed to make the rest of them seem like he’s just clearing his throat and was able to get everything back down. After doing this multiple times within ten minutes, the other newsies were starting to make fun of him. They teased him about getting into Race’s stash of cigars and getting ‘smokers lung’. Albert simply laughed along with them.

For a lot of the night, Albert hung around Race. Only this time, it wasn’t as clean as usual. It started to hurt to breathe to the point if felt like his lungs were cloudy per se. It was a gradual change though, so it wasn’t too bad. It was just something he would have to deal with until he could get some privacy again.

Albert and Race joked around for a while. They bickered back and forth with light-hearted arguments and proceeded to tag-team tackle Jack. It was fun to say the least. Albert was enjoying himself for the first time that day.

At one point, Race let slip and absolutely horrible, inappropriate joke about Jack and Davey that made Albert and the few others listening crumble into maniacal laughter.

Laughter that sent Albert into a coughing fit.

He didn’t say a word as he covered his mouth and shot to his feet. He stumbled from the table, trying to keep himself from coughing too much as he made his way to the bathroom. When he was finally there, he locked himself in the small room and collapsed by the toilet.

Albert got his wish: he stopped coughing. Though, that wasn’t exactly a good thing.

He started gagging, unable to cough as he sat there clutching the toilet. He felt as though someone had jammed a rod down his throat and didn’t even bother to pull it out.

It wasn’t long before he was dry heaving.

Each convulsion was sporadic as his body contorted. Albert could barely control how he moved as his mind zeroed in on the fact he couldn’t breathe. Every airway was blocked just right.

His nose started to burn, making his eyes bulge in shock. The same excruciating pain that used to be contained to his throat was now in his sinuses as he started gasping. He began to grasp at his neck, trying to somehow alleviate the pressure to inhale.

Albert became frantic when darkness started to creep from the edges of his vision. The only thing in his mind was a repetitive chant. Need to breathe, need to breathe, need to breathe.

Another reflexive dry heave is what managed to push something into the back of his mouth. With the inability to cough it up or spit it out, Albert shakily reached into his mouth and shoved his hand as far back as possible. The action itself made him gag but he was able to snag a hold of what was in his throat.

When Albert started to pull, he began to choke. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he felt whatever he was pulling slice through his sinuses and throat. His gagging got worse as the tang of copper hit his tongue.

He kept tugging, even as he felt blood drip from his nose and mouth. Panic and adrenaline both became the driving forces that urged him to pull harder until he managed to rip an entire flower out, roots and all. Albert didn’t even get the chance to look at it before he fell into yet another coughing fit from trying to suck in air.

The adrenaline began to wear off when Albert was able to breathe around the blood pooling in his mouth. A pounding headache made itself known as he lifted the flower into his sight.

The red mum that lay in his hand was in perfect shape aside from the petals he tore. The stem that was attached was slick with blood, the roots even darker.

All because Race made him laugh.

Albert got up from the toilet and flushed it, wiping off the blood with his hands before proceeding to wash them and his face. It didn’t stop the bleeding within his sinuses but at least it wasn’t on his face anymore. He then bunched up the chrysanth and shoved it into his pocket.

He wasn’t sure what to do afterward. The last time anything big came out it was just the flower itself and it never left his throat. Never. Anxiety was beginning to latch on as his mind started to race with questions.

Why was there a stem? Why were there roots? How did it grow so fast into his head?

No, he couldn’t think about that, not now. It’s not important.

He needed to keep the others from knowing.

When Albert returned to the rest of the newsies, Race went out of his way to ask if he was okay. Albert nodded and assured the other he was fine, he just was coming down with a cold.

That seemed to satisfy Race for the rest of the evening.

For the rest of dinner and the entire way back to the lodging, Albert continued to try and clear his throat and just swallow it all. He barely touched the sandwich Race had ordered him or opened his mouth to speak. He was as quiet as he could muster.

When they got to the lodging, Albert made a beeline for his room. He’s had his own for a while now, ever since he moved in actually. Almost everyone else had a roommate but with his disease…

Albert counted himself lucky.

He ignored Race calling after him, asking if he wanted to hang out before they went to bed. He ignored how much he wanted to say yes, how much his heart ached at his wish to stay with Race

Albert was quick to go upstairs and enter his room. He closed and locked the door behind him before staggering to his bed. He collapsed onto it without bothering to kick off his shoes.

Exhaustion held him like a puppet, forcing him to close his eyes and lay still. For a while, it worked. The world fell away around him as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The fitful sleep didn’t last long. Albert woke to his stomach churning

In hopes of stemming the nausea, Albert curled into a tight ball, arms wrapped around his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the pain, but it only grew worse. It weaved its way into his throat by the time he started to get worried.

The awful tickling sensation poked at his throat, causing Albert to start coughing. It was a small one at first – the typical dry cough at the start of a cold – but it grew. Within moments he was leaning over the edge of the bed and hacking. It was nonstop.

Saliva slowly dripped from his mouth, strands hanging as drops flew with every cough. Dry heaves joined rather quickly, leaving very little time for him to breathe normally.

The dry heaving took a turn for the worse as bile forced its way up. It fell to the floor in larger quantities, the sour fluids stinging his tongue as it carried large bunches of petals with it. Over and over, more petals and blood shoved its way out as Albert lay stranded and helpless. He couldn’t move as he wretched.

He was stuck.

The vomiting shifted back to coughing when he accidentally inhaled his own fluids. He was a sputtering mess that soon found his throat clogged once again.

Fear took hold and sent him into a frantic frenzy. Despite the fact he was convulsing and wheezing, Albert was able to get out of bed and fall to the floor. He landed on his hands and knees as his entire body shook with another ragged cough.

Cough after cough after cough, all getting stuck in his throat trying to dislodge whatever was there.

The moment it came loose, Albert gagged and spat up dozens of petals. They kept coming, each one managing to tickle his throat just right to stimulate even more coughs.

Drenched red petals fell below him, some sticking to the sides of his face. They covered the hardwood floor as well as his hands. Bile mixed with blood dribbled down his chin and seeped into his shirt as his hands were covered in even more bodily fluids.

At any other time, Albert would be outright disgusted. He would try and clean himself up and make a conscious effort to keep himself from messing everywhere. Alas, this was definitely not one of those times.

A weird feeling of something slithering up his throat made Albert gag yet again. It twisted its way up until it stabbed its way into his sinuses.

He tried to reach into his mouth like earlier that night but there was nothing he could grab. He merely sent himself further into a fit with more petals.

The pain was becoming unbearable and his airways were getting blocked. Whatever had come up was now weaving into his nose and ripping the sensitive tissue.

Albert gasped and crawled over to the door. He was growing delirious, unable to think and only following his instincts. He had no idea where he was going to go, but he knew he had to get out.

He reached up towards the lock and flipped it open before falling into another fit. A piercing pain blossomed in his chest, sending Albert into a moment of shock. It gripped his lungs tight, feeling as if hundreds of needles were stabbing them without hesitation.

Using this as motivation, Albert pulled himself to his feet using the door handle and opened the door. He stepped into the hallway and fell against the wall, unable to support himself. He used it to keep himself upright as he stumbled along.

He came across the door he was looking for and twisted his handle. By his luck, it was unlocked and he fell inside.

The boy that was on the bed might’ve been asleep for all Albert could tell. The hacking grew worse until it cut out. He couldn’t get a single noise out as what could only be full flowers completely shut off his airway.

Strings of saliva continued to fall as the flowers started to push their way out. As they did this, the needles in his chest turned to knives. He felt as though he was being shredded from the inside out, every attempted cough sending jolts of pain through his entire body.

Whatever was sliding through his head continued to move, now reaching for his ears and mouth. It poked and prodded everywhere until the next thing Albert knew, he couldn’t hear. A sharp pain radiated from his ears soon followed by the sticky flow of blood.

Albert wouldn’t have noticed that he had been moved if he hadn’t tried to blink away his tunnel vision. With his pointless attempts to breathe and everything he felt across his body, he didn’t feel the pair of hands that had grabbed him.

He almost didn’t see the worried face above him either. What Albert saw barely registered, though, as he tried to reach for his mouth again. That was when he truly began to choke.

His eyes shot open as the fully-bloomed flowers lodged themselves in his throat. He began to claw at his neck, the jagged nails slicing into his skin. Cut after cut, if he could just get it out-

Strong hands grabbed Albert’s and held them against his chest. Though, those soon disappeared when he felt something slimy trail along his face. From his ears to his nose to his mouth, it slid around and down to his neck.

Albert managed to blink away the darkness again to see the terrified boy above him one last time before the slimy tendrils slipped over his eyes. With one last splurge of energy, he tried to tear whatever it was off his face.

Except, his movements were weak. They grew slower despite Albert’s growing panic.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t see.

He couldn’t hear.

He was left clawing at his own body trying to free himself with one last frantic spark before that too faded.

A hand slid into Albert’s, their fingers interlocking.

Agonizing pain burst from his chest. Tendrils slid across his body.

And then, there was nothing.

Anthony Higgins sat there holding his best friend, tears streaming down his face as he fell into silent shock. Albert lay limp, beautiful red chrysanthemums blooming from his mouth as many more weaved across his face and body, twisting into a messy flower crown.

And they say love doesn’t kill.

It does. Just with it’s own cruel, ironic twist.

#tw gore #tw graphic depictions of sickness #graphic depictions of sickness #gore #tw graphic depictions of injuries #graphic depictions of injuries #tw hanahaki #tw hanahaki disease #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #major character death #ralbert #race x albert #albert dasilva #albert dasilva newsies #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #angst #Newsies #newsies live #whump #newsies fic #graphic depictions of illness #body horror #tw body horror #prince's writing

[lady-divine-writes]

The Prince of the Sea and his Child of Fire - Chapter 6/15 (Rated NC17)

Summary: Blaine is a water sprite, prince of the undersea kingdom and sole heir to the throne. Five days away from turning seventeen and his big coronation, he decides to take a journey to the surface, to seek out a legendary flame said to be tended by an evil witch. Instead of a witch, he finds something else entirely ...

Kurt is a fire fairy, prince of a race of fire fairies and heir to the throne. Five days away from turning seventeen (on the night of a full solar eclipse when he will transform and become king), he sees for the first time in his life a water sprite - a member of a race that he's been raised to hate.

What will happen when these two mortal enemies fall in love? Is there any way for them to escape destiny and be together?

Read on AO3.

Chapter 6

The sun rises, the sky turns gold, and Kurt can’t stop smiling.

There’s a new spring in his dance, a new song in his heart, and the flame – glowing in shades of champagne and primrose – has never looked happier.

Elizabeth smiles as she steals a moment to watch her son dance, relieved that he seems so much more joyful and carefree. Kurt tosses his flowers into the flame and the fire rises high into the sky, mirroring his joy, bending and swaying with him as he leaps into the air. Elizabeth drops down onto the branch, giggling delightedly at the giddy expression on her son’s grinning face.

It makes her feel young again.

“That’s a lovely song, my son,” she comments. “Is it new?”

Kurt stops twirling and immediately bows, so lost in his memories of Blaine that he had lost track of the rising sun and the imminent arrival of his mother.

“New song? What?” Kurt hadn’t been intentionally singing a different tune, but as his thoughts drifted to Blaine’s kisses, he couldn’t help himself. “Yes! It’s something I’ve been trying! Something new … uh … for the fire!”

Elizabeth watches her son’s eyes dart guiltily away, his cheeks color, his upper lip quiver … and she knows.

A mother always knows.

“And does … the fire like it?” Elizabeth asks, gathering up flowers from the meadow nearby. She can’t help noticing the petals that litter the pool, set adrift through the night, floating and swirling in formation like tiny boats.

“Y-yes.” Kurt tosses his last handful of petals into the flame. “V-very much so, I think. But it’s not a complete song yet. Just a few strains. I’m not even sure that I’ll keep it, to tell you the truth.”

“A-ha.” His mother throws her first batch of flowers into the fire, watching the colors change from the intense turquoise Kurt had managed to cull to a more sedate sky blue. “That’s a love song that you are singing.”

“Is … is it?” Kurt looks from his mother’s perceptive eyes to the petals floating in the water. “To tell you the truth, I-I hadn’t really noticed.”

Elizabeth leaves the flame to devour the remainder of the flowers and walks over to her son. She peers over his shoulder, the reflection of her face joining his, framed by the petals all around.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to become king in three days,” she says, combing his hair back into place with her fingers. “Right now is not a good time for you to fall in love.”

Kurt’s mind wanders, back to thoughts of his night with Blaine, and he swallows a sob.

“Will there ever be a good time?” he asks, looking past his reflection and far beyond the pool, out to the open ocean.

Kurt hears his mother sigh behind him. He folds his arms over his chest, raising his hands to cover hers where they rest on his shoulders.

“No, my darling,” she says, resting her forehead against his temple, wishing she could use her powers to rid him of his pain. “It will never be a good time. So whoever it is … I suggest you forget about them.”

***

Blaine emerges from the forest of kelp – exposed, vulnerable, out of his depth and miles beyond the borders of his kingdom. The kelp forest is farther than he has ever traveled alone, but he doesn’t have to go too much farther before he spots the animal he’s come for.

Sue.

An ancient sea turtle and one of the oldest living creatures beneath the sea.

A recluse, she spends most of her time terrorizing errant water sprites who wander too far from the castle and grazes in the jellyfish fields far beyond the boundaries of where it is deemed safe for any sprite to go … especially one of royal blood.

Blaine watches her list from side to side, her massive flippers pushing the water around her. He swims up behind her, keeping an eye out for other fish, especially jellyfish, who might look to capture him – or eat him. There’s not much use for political prisoners out here in the deep, this much he knows for certain.

He’s nearly upon her when she spins around unexpectedly, locking him in the gaze of her large, round, coal-black eyes – eyes full of experience and intelligence, but not an inch of compassion. She stares at him impatiently, every line of her face creasing in vexation at his presence as she lazily chews a jellyfish, the poor thing wrenching its translucent body back and forth in an effort to escape her bite.

“Now why would you try a stupid thing like sneaking up on me?” she mutters, mouth full.

Blaine remembers from numerous etiquette lessons that sea turtles like to be flattered, spoken to with an extraordinary measure of respect worthy of their incredible age. (And, according to his teacher, he should overdo it to be on the safe side.) Blaine bows low in her sight and, humbling himself, begins to speak.

“Oh, great and wise sea turtle, revered queen of the open ocean, guardian of …”

“Cut the crap!” the turtle gripes, spitting out the struggling jellyfish. It aligns its torn body with the current, preparing to escape, but Sue sucks it back into her grotesque maw, clamping down on it with her jaws. “Just skip to the end where you tell me what the hell you want! I’m eating here, and looking at your ugly mug gives me indigestion.”

Blaine frowns, but bites his tongue quickly to keep from saying anything that will make her angry.

“I want to know, wise turtle, if there is any way a fire fairy can visit my father’s kingdom beneath the sea?”

The turtle narrows her eyes at him but continues chewing, mouth slightly open, the mangled jellyfish making a last ditch effort to break free. Suddenly, Blaine feels sick. Sue sees him turn several shades of green and gulps down the squiggling remains of her lunch.

“Don’t feel sorry for him, Your Highness,” Sue says with a smirk. “Stupid brainless things, jellyfish. Can’t make a single decision for themselves. That’s why they’re so easy to catch.” She takes one last huge swallow to force it down, then belches in Blaine’s face. He raises his hands and covers his mouth to keep from losing his stomach. “Now, why would you want to bring one of those flitty little porcelain playthings down here to paradise with us?”

“I have my reasons,” Blaine says, undeterred by her sarcasm.

Sue watches the sprite closely and for an uncomfortably long time before she speaks again.

“You’ve fallen in love with one of them, haven’t you?” Sue laughs, nimbly spinning onto her back and then righting herself again. “Oh for heaven’s sake! Your father’s going to have field day if he ever finds out!” she proclaims with a cruel glimmer in her eyes.

“He’s not going to find out,” Blaine says, his voice changing from respectful to clear warning. She glares at him, challenging the young prince’s authority, but seeing his determination, she shrugs her front flippers, deciding that defying him is not worth her time.

 “Well, be that as it may, there is nowhere beneath the water a fire fairy will be safe, so you might as well forget your silly notions about bringing one down here,” she grumbles, turning her prodigious body around and preparing to leave.

“I have seen hot things beneath the ocean before,” Blaine argues, “so there has to be a way.”

“Oh have you, young prince?” Sue asks with a wicked chuckle. “And what happens to fire that is brought beneath the sea? Hmm?”

“It … uh …” Blaine stops, seeing her point before she makes it, but she’s not about to let it die there.

“I’ll tell you,” she cuts in. “It turns cold, it turns black, and then it dies. You know that this is true. And anything you come up with to protect your fairy will only prolong the inevitable.” Sue shakes her huge head. “But if you don’t believe me, go ahead and bring your fairy down here. Watch it turn blue and cold and freeze to death. Watch the light in its eyes go out.” The turtle swims up to him, stopping nose to nose. Blaine can see his face reflecting back at him in her shiny black eyes - not a safe place to be. “You know, death for a fire fairy under the ocean is slow and excruciatingly painful. I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. And I loathe pretty much everybody!”

Blaine imagines Kurt beneath the ocean – his pale skin turning unnaturally blue, his vibrant eyes going dark, the last breath in his body turning into bubbles and floating away with the tide.

“Do you really want my advice, Prince Blaine?”

“Yes,” Blaine says, willing to do anything, cut a deal with anyone, to find a way for him and Kurt to be together. “Please.”

“Forget about your fire fairy,” she says, sounding not the least bit apologetic. “You are going to become king of all the oceans. So why don’t you start by growing up?”

Blaine’s heart sinks, hard and fast. It must show on his face. With a smile of satisfaction on her fat, green lips, the turtle turns and leaves the prince in her wake, paralyzed by her words.

 ***

Twilight falls with the undersea kingdom in an uproar when Blaine returns. Guards pour out of the castle, dressed for battle and armed to the teeth, heading in all directions. Amid the chaos of soldiers deploying, Trent manages to find the prince and drag him over to a secluded wall.

“Blaine! Where have you been!?” he asks, tremendously relieved. “Your father has been asking all over for you!”

“What the hell’s going on here?” Blaine asks, the excitement - and subsequent anguish - of his recent excursion overshadowed by the current chaotic activity.

“There’s been another jellyfish attack! When I couldn’t find you, knowing where you’ve been going, I feared the worse!”

“Where was the attack? Is anybody hurt?”

“The king doesn’t have that information yet. But it was a small colony over by the outer kelp forest.”

Blaine stares at Trent with confused eyes. “Did you say the outer kelp forest?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I just came from there!” Blaine exclaims, ignoring the re-emerging look of hurt on Trent’s face. “There was no attack! The king’s intel is wrong! Who gave him this information?”

“I don’t know.” Trent hurries along the wall as Blaine heads inside the castle. “But from what I hear, it’s a reliable source.”

“No, it isn’t!” Blaine rushes with Trent in tow towards his father’s throne room. “It’s a set-up!”

The castle feels hollow, abandoned with the bulk of its inhabitants amassing outside and guarding the gates. Blaine can hear generals barking orders, preparing to send sprites by the hundreds to the kelp forests.

To start a war with no just cause.

Without even knowing it, Blaine returned just in time.

Blaine races down the hall and bursts through the ornate double doors of the king’s throne room, where his father sits, staring out the window, watching sprites gather from all over to protect their kingdom.

“Father,” Blaine announces himself, bowing to the king.

“And here comes my disgraceful son … at long last,” Malek scowls, wide yellow eyes staring at the still ocean. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your company?”

“Father!” Blaine pushes Malek’s insults aside for the good of their kingdom. “You have to call the troops back!”

“Why should I do that?” Malek asks, shifting his huge tentacles on the floor and re-locating to a different window.

“Because whatever information you have is wrong! I have a feeling that our kingdom is being set up. Why, I don’t know. But someone is intent on starting a war, and they’re using you to do it!”

Malek sits quietly, barely moving as his eyes follow the lines of soldiers in the courtyard.

“And why should I listen to you?” Malek asks, the room echoing with the resonance of his voice. “Even if what you say is the truth, you have shown yourself to be spoiled, disobedient, unworthy.”

“Father,” Blaine says, standing firm before his king, “I beg you to listen to me! What I say to you is the truth!”

Malek doesn’t comment on his son’s pleas, moving back again to the first window, his eyes fixed on his ever-growing army of sprites..

Blaine looks to Trent, who nods at him encouragingly. Hell or high water, he has to do what’s right - consequences be damned.

“I have just come from the kelp forest, Great King,” Blaine admits. “There is no army there. There’s been no attack. I swear this to you.”

Malek sighs his discontent. “Tell me, Blaine, why were you in the kelp forest to begin with? Your present duties did not require you to travel to those reaches of our kingdom.”

Blaine stares at his father, the truth dangling from his lips. “I … I … can’t tell you why, Father.”

Malek’s eyes burn with frustration and rage. “What!?” he roars to shake the entire palace. Trent drops to his knees with his hands over his ears.

“It was personal business of my own,” Blaine says, the closest thing to the truth that he can bring himself to admit. “Be angry with me if you want, but Father, you are making a mistake! You’ve been played! Someone is using you to start a war, but it doesn’t need to be that way! Call back your troops now!” Malek bares sharp, black teeth at his son. Blaine gets down on his knees before his father. “Please! We can put an end to this! Don’t be a pawn! Don’t be part of this slaughter! You want me to be a good king, and I’m trying to be! Listen to me! For once, listen to me!”

Malek’s expression doesn’t change. His tentacles coil into knots like fists; some of them pound the floor.

“If you are as loyal to this kingdom as you say,” Malek sneers, “then prove it! Go outside, stand a post, and defend this castle!”

Blaine glances out the window at the fading light crawling up toward the surface with a single thought in his mind.

Kurt.

“But …”

“Stand a post! Defend this castle, and then you might regain some of my trust!” Those are Malek’s final words on the matter. He leaves the hall, disregarding his son as he sweeps by, nearly knocking him to the ground.

The throne room goes still after his father’s departure, and quiet as a tomb, the heavy walls blocking the thump, thump, thump of battle drums marking time outside. Trent nudges Blaine on the shoulder. Blaine turns to him, hoping that, even after Blaine tore into him, he’ll have words of comfort for him. Of support. Of wisdom.

But Trent says nothing.

He hands Blaine a trident – a weapon reserved for royalty.

Grimly, Blaine takes it. He has no other choice. He twirls it once in his hand, setting the base on the floor with a heavy thunk. Trent smiles, giving Blaine an approving pat on the back, glad to see his prince taking charge, fighting for his kingdom.

Back where he belongs.

Blaine gazes out the window in the direction of the cove and the forbidden waters that would take him to Kurt.

The waters he yearns to swim right now.

“I’m sorry, Kurt,” he says, watching the daylight disappear into the waves, then blink out of sight. “I’m so sorry.”

 ***

Kurt can’t hide his excitement as he rushes to the cove, eager to see Blaine again. He’d listened to what his mother said and had given it a fair amount of thought throughout the day, but he decided in the end that he doesn’t care. They still have a few days left till the eclipse. If that’s all they are given, then Kurt will take it.

Besides, he understands full well what this is between them. It’s love. And love thrives. It endures. Maybe if they put their heads together, they will be able to find a way to make this last beyond their coronations.

Beyond the inevitable.

Of course, there will be plenty of putting their heads together if Blaine kisses him again.

Kurt is surprised when he reaches the cove and Blaine isn’t there, hiding in the weeds, waiting for him to arrive like he had the night before, but Kurt isn’t discouraged. He sings his new song as he dances around the flame, adorning the water with petals, weaving the flowers into his own hair, hoping that somewhere beneath the water his music will reach Blaine, wherever he is, and lure him to the surface.

But it doesn’t.

Twilight turns into dusk, then dusk becomes dawn.

And Blaine does not return.

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic

[too-many-baes]

Daisy Chains & Grassy Plains

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Maximoff

Warning(s): you're going to need a lint roller from how fluffy this thing is

Word Count: 1.7K

Request: “babe, can i please request a peter maximoff imagine? he and his girl go to a park for their anniversary and have a cute picnic, lots of fluff and flowers and sandwiches and maybe getting involved in playing with some little kids, things on that level of cuteness!!! and how pretty would peter be with some flowers in his hair!!!” – by Anon

A/N: This was such a sweet request and I absolutely loved writing it, thank you so much anon for giving me this wee gem 💎 I totally agree, he would be a dream with some flowers in his hair  💐

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“Where are we going Peter?” You question as you yet again stumble on something you can't see past Peter's hands covering your eyes.

“We're nearly there, quit complaining.” He says in jest, that cheeky lilt to his voice making an even larger goofy grin form on your face.

“Okay”, he proclaims after several more near misses and minor collisions, “are you ready?” He whispers out of excitement, to which you nod, eager to see why you had to be blinded.

He starts a countdown from three. After you nudge him for doing the countdown from one in halves and quarters your blindfold is removed. The sudden change in dark to light makes you raise your hand to shield your eyes until they can adjust. When they do you gasp at what is before you.

You're at the park a wee ways drive from X-mansion, the one with the duck pond you and Peter frequent as often as you can. Under your favourite old willow tree Peter has laid out a red flannel picnic blanket, champagne flutes and a light woven picnic basket rests atop it.

“Happy one year.” He can barely contain the excitement at your joy from his voice, his breath fanning over your neck from his position behind you. You spin around to face him, an incredulous look on your face.

“You remembered?”, your gushing question earns a nod in response before you continue, “And you set this all up yourself?” You turn to look at the picturesque date set up before you once more.

“Yes I set it up, give me a little credit would ya?” You cling to his side, giggling and exclaiming that's not how you'd meant it as he playfully rolls his eyes and leads you to sit on the blanket.

From within the basket he pulls some pre-made club sandwiches and a bottle of champagne, making you squeal as he opens it, sending the top flying into the distance.

You eat from paper plates, nearly spilling the entire contents of your flute as he attempts to link arms with you and drink in unison. Peter didn't fare as well as you from that endeavour, your shaking arm from laughter causing champagne to splash on the front of his shirt. You worry and fuss, trying to dab at it, but he pays no mind, not caring in the slightest about the state of his shirt.

You pack up what little remains of lunch and set it aside, lying side by side, admiring how the streaks of light breaking through the heavy branches above fall across his face. As you keep your eyes on the silver haired man a stray daisy above his head sparks an idea.

You flip onto your stomach, plucking flower after flower as you pierce openings in the stems and loop them together.

“What are you doing?” Peter queries when he peeks his eye open at the movement beside him.

“Making a daisy chain. Wanna join?” He shrugs, flipping over to mirror your current posture. You demonstrate the method a couple of times before he attempts to start his own chain. Many flowers get tossed over his shoulder as his overzealous attempts to create holes caused their stems to completely split. You look to see the discard pile behind him could potentially be bigger than his actual chain. Not that you'd tell him that, the strange determination he'd gained earning your constant motivating compliments.

Once you’re satisfied with the length you'd both amassed you suggest joining the chains into a large circle, to which Peter eagerly agrees. You link both ends together, realising the circular chain was now big enough to be folded and made into a double-layered flower crown. He makes no attempt to dissuade you from placing it upon his head, the white, yellow and green in contrast with his soft silvery locks. He feigns disinterest momentarily as you take out your phone to snap some photos before he leaps to his feet, posing and pouting so much you have to clutch your sides to ease the ache your laughter causes. He goes to where you lay in fits of giggles, snatching your phone and pressing close enough against you to so that you’re both enough in the frame that he can take photos of you both.

Your laughter momentarily stops as a soccer ball flies in your direction, bouncing off the grand oak to land at Peter's side.

“I'm sorry", you hear as you glance up to see four children running from the flat plain just before you, “someone doesn't know how to aim.” The young boy says pointedly to a smaller boy, making the aforementioned let out a disapproving whine in protest. Peter stands, soccer ball in hand.

“Is there only four of you?” He innocently questions, not yet relinquishing his hold on the black and white ball.

“Yes”, the only girl of the group answers, seemingly confused at the older man's question.

“Do you want a couple more players?” The childish grin on his face leaves the previously unknown group no choice but to agree, Peter clenching his fist and shaking it in celebration before extending the hand not holding the ball to you, yanking you unceremoniously to your feet.

You run to the open field, splitting up the team’s so you, the girl and one of the boys were facing off against Peter and the other children.

“Why do you have flowers in your hair?” The boy on your team asks as Peter places the ball on the grass in-between your teams.

“Because daisies are badass, that's why", Peter says in defence of himself, you nodding your head at the quizzical young boy in agreement with your boyfriend.

“I think it looks nice", the girl pipes up. Peter dramatically thanks her to prove a point as he backs up to join his team, clapping his hands together and rubbing them vigorously back and forth.

“Right, we doing this thing or what?”

You play for half an hour, the score tying up as you agree next goal wins the whole game. Peter called his team together, them joining in a linked huddle to avoid you hearing their scheming.

“Do we need a huddle?” The boy beside you questions, you shaking your head in response.

“Nope, we've just gotta get the ball between those trees and we got this.” You hold out your hand, the other two joining as you do an impromptu chant before breaking up as Peter's team disperses.

“Are you ready to be destroyed?” He asks rhetorically in a bravado that pulls a laugh from your throat as you wiggle both sets of your fingers in a come hither motion.

“Bring it on Maximoff.”

Your team charges for the ball, a well aimed kick leaving it at your feet. You dribble it across the field, nearing the goal of two small trees with victory in your view. As you pull your leg back to punt the winning goal your feet leave the ground in unison as Peter grabs you from behind and lifts you into the air.

“Go boys!” He yells as his team steals the ball, passing it back and forth down the grass as you squirm to escape your captor.

“That's cheating Peter!” You yell playfully, letting out an involuntary yelp as he throws you over his shoulder when his team scores their winning goal, running around in victory with you in his grip.

You yell out as he begins spinning around, making you kick your feet and playfully smack his back. He relents and removes you from his shoulder but not his grasp, gripping your sides and tickling them, sending you to the ground below with him in tow as you beg through your glee filled laughs to resist his onslaught.

“Not until you admit how amazing our team was.”

“You wouldn't have won if you hadn’t been colluding!” You manage to get out between giggles. You too make an attempt to tickle him, but he grabs your hands and holds them down on the ground above your head, his face hovering inches above yours.

“I guess a kiss could persuade me to stop.” He whispers, inching slowly closer as he does. You lean up as if to oblige before catching him off guard and flipping him over, trapping him beneath you as you begin your own tickling tirade.

“You fool, you fell for the oldest trick in the book”, you brag as he laughs. He reaches out to grab you but you would not let yourself be caught again. You leap away from him, running off down the field as he wastes no time in jolting up and giving chase.

You jump and hide behind trees, running around them as he continues his pursuit, your bubbling laugh heard by all around.

After your legs were as sore as your sides and the sun’s rays began to fade behind the hill you reluctantly fold the blanket and gather the basket, walking hand in hand with Peter back to your waiting car. You load up the boot before catching Peter's forearm, stopping him from entering the driver's seat.

“Thank you for today Peter. It was perfect", you say with sincerity, making a smile form on his face before he places a tender peck on your lips.

“Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary", you repeat back before rounding the car and entering the passenger's side, buckling your belt as Peter pulls out of his park.

“You know babe those flowers are pretty much dead", you point out as you notice the once full petals were now drooping, the green stalks now tinged a sad shade of brown from their position still on his head.

“I don't care, I'll wear them till they're dead", he says in defiance.

Little did you know once you'd returned home and gone to shower Peter had used his privacy to delicately remove the double-layered crown from his head, pulling one of the only books from his shelf and pressing the flowers in its pages, hoping the small act would set them so he could remember your first anniversary with that small token. 

In fact, he hoped there’d be many more tokens to come, from many more anniversaries.

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His bumble bee || Take care of you

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: suggested smut?, fluff overload (It’s so fluffy I could die~)

Length: 5K+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Tae’s girlfriend finally returns home from overworking herself to to the bone for two weeks, all he can do is give you a much needed pampering session, with his talented hands.

A/N: Dayum, I need to get myself a boyfriend like this!! I got a little light bulb moment as I wrote this. Maybe I'll include a little backstory for our little TaeTae and his talented fingers😂 Look forward the the explanations to the cute nicknames and items!!

Exhausted. The word could barely explain the heavy weight of your eyelids as they threatened to fall like steel gates. You were starting to lose this never-ending battle to keep your eyes open, they drooped lower and lower as the seconds ticked by, now concealing over third of your vision. Sleep, you sigh to yourself. You really should go reacquaint yourself with the comforting embrace of your bed. Real rest had become come a foreign concept to you over the past two weeks; having to relying on a few hours on your new office couch, a ten-minute nap bent over your desk amongst the haphazardly scattered files, you burned through at least five extra-large instant coffee refill packs.

Yes. More caffeine. That’s exactly what you need.

With a hand covering your mouth, you stifle a yawn as the other stretches to grab the coffee stained mug across your desk. A distasteful scowl pulls at your lips whilst you eye the white porcelain gift and its now coffee-stained rim from its frequent use. There was an endearing design printed on its smooth surface- Bright purple letters adorn the item in the familiar handwriting of your boyfriend, ‘CONGRATULATIONS BEE’ next to a dainty bee fluttering above a strawberry. Your boyfriend’s thoughtful gift should have brought a smile to your lips, but the words seemed to taunt and remind you of your current exhausted state. He was the cause for the fatigue that sourced the ache in your bones, the dark purple eyebags you sported and the stress pulling at your scalp.

Not giving the precious gift another glance, you move to throw back the remaining mouthful of the bitter concoction of sugar and caffeine it held. As the last few drops of the putrid black liquid falls into your lips, coating the entirety of your tongue in its pungent taste, a loud buzz pierces through the deadly silence of your office.

Your phone, hidden beneath the chaos of files, vibrates violently whilst it screams a boisterous plea to escape its paper prison. In your intoxicated state, the blaring nearly has your heart stop from shock, doubling over as a non-existent fist punches the very air out of lungs. Unwarranted tears being to prickle the red rims of your eyes as the shock slowly dripped down the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers, their icy tingling needles pricking your sensitive nerves.

So dramatic.

It was surprising how a dash of severe sleep deprivation, along with a shitload of coffee and a constant sugar high could reduce a strong and intelligent woman like you to a quivering mess of hysterics.

Finally recovering your wits, you dig through the pile of financial report littering the desk in desperate search of your phone. As quickly as the shock wiped through you, it left just as quickly, leaving a flaming hot trail in its wake as frustration and anger bubble in the pit of your stomach, wildfire burning through your veins, replacing the shock induced ice in your blood to molten magna.

The sleek black device surfaces as you near push all the open plastic files off the desk in a fit of rage, a twitching finger swipes across the screen in attempt to slice the offending device with your phalanges as a make-believe blade.

Without a second thought, you pull the device to your face, ready to give the insolent fool who dared to interrupt your work a piece of your mind.

“WHO THE FU-“

“Miss ____.” The unimpressed voice interrupts you mid-scream, dismissing your impudence with a simple call of your name. “It’s already 8:45pm.” The snarl you wore quick to disappear as realisation forces a heavy sigh to leave you.

“Shit. Sorry for making you wait so long, Jin.” Your voice dripping with regret and sincerity. You told your driver to pick you up from the office at 7:30 so you could try to finish checking the annual financial assessment reports. You knew that you driver Kim Seokjin was patient man, trusting to not disturb your work but he should have reminded you, especially given the importance of the arrangement you had. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

“Mr Kim called and told me you would too invested in work to remember the time, but I should leave you to finish or it would torment you even after you got home.”

“I’ll come down now. Get the car ready.” Ending the call as you move to the door, leaving all the paper work behind and grabbing the gift-wrapped box next to the leg of your desk. Locking the glass door to the hectic wreck of an office, you double check that you had everything and that the door was actually locked this time.

The journey home was uneventful and quiet, apart from the occasional humming of Jin as when the radio plays a Twice song. Jin opens the back door when you arrive, helping you out of the car whilst you thank him and apologise again for making him work well past he needed. He gives you a soft smile, teasing for you to leave so he can finally go get some dinner.

You press for the penthouse when you enter the lift, quickly swiping your owner’s card to the detector beneath the rows of buttons. Lively music resonates in the small confined space, but you shuffle uneasily despite its attempt of easing your nerves. Slapping yourself mentally for being so late to such an important dinner. It was your forth anniversary for God’s sake!

The loud ping of the elevator lets you know of your arrival, pulling you out of your internal self-beating. The golden doors open slowly to reveal the rich oak floors of the genkan. Once you remove your shoes, you step on to the lush cream carpeted floors of the living room. The decorations of your penthouse never failed to take your breath away, but a deep sonorous voice pulls you from staring out the floor to ceiling windows lining the two-storey high open area.

“Welcome home, Bee.” Taehyung greets you as he emerges from the couch. Dressed in a blue silk sleepshirt and matching trousers, he pads barefoot over to you with open arms, pulling you into a tight embrace. With his face snuggling into the crook of you neck, leaving a quick peck behind your ear before breaking away.

Lifting to your toes, your palms cradle his warm cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. The moment the soft petals of his lips touches your slightly cracked ones, you melt into feeling, the throbbing in your temple and soreness in your muscles temporarily disappeared.

Taehyung’s arms caress you sides as if to commit every curve to memory, before a hand moves up to rake through your hair, pulling you closer to where you lips joined. The sweet innocent kiss soon deepens as his tongue licking your bottom lip, begging for access which you grant instantly. His talented muscle battles your own and explores cavern of your mouth, groaning in satisfaction. “Bitter,” Taehyung states as he breaks away, your fingers snake around his neck, pulling at the small hairs on the back. The termination of the heated kiss has you whimpering breathlessly, bring a grin to his handsome face.

“Bee, you’re tired and hungry. I bet you haven’t eaten since I brought you that padthai for lunch.” He places a lingering kiss on your forehead and proceeds to take off your coat, reminding that you were still standing by the entrance.

“I’m not hungry, Tae.” You argue. You really didn’t feel any hunger, just wanted to lie down and make out with him to be honest. The kiss had your fatigue forgotten and lust replaced the empty space it left behind.

“Shhh. You still need to eat babe.” He whispers in your ear when he comes back from hanging your coat by the genkan, brushing back a stray hair behind your ear as he pulls you into a short back hug, “I missed you.” It never ceased to amaze you at how touchy you boyfriend was when you were alone. Even when fatigue was painted on to your features like a disastrous attempt of makeup, he would still look at you with passion as if you held all the stars in vast universe in the depths of your eyes, making you feel beautiful and loved for all you were, imperfections included.

“I missed you too Tae, happy anniversary.” You reply, leaning back into him as he draws random shapes on your stomach, his heady smell of lavender and pure Taehyung envelopes. You really did miss all of him, but there was nothing that you could do when you were promoted so suddenly to your current position as the CFO in the company. For two weeks, you only saw each other occasionally in the office. The only times were when he came by to bring breakfast or lunch, along with a fresh set of clothes to change into in the shower next to his office, between his busy schedule as the CEO.

You cover his large hands with your own smaller ones, giving them a tight squeeze before pulling them from your waist. He removes his body from its position attached to your back, but grips onto one of your hands, refusing to let go of all physical contact with you. “I got you a gift,” you start, quickly moving to pick up the elegantly wrapped item from where you placed it - by the edge of the genkan - before following him to the open kitchen tucked under the extended ledge making up the second floor.

He picks you up at the intersection where the carpet morphs into the marble flooring of the kitchen, placing you gently on a stool next to the island. “I love it.” He whispers in a deep hushed tone against your lips, as he plays with the ends of the silk bow hanging from the collar of your work shirt. Closing the small distance between you two, he expresses his thanks in the soulful display of affection. You smile into the kiss as he rubs up and down your stocking cladded thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh exposed beneath you pencil skirt, just so he could feel you and reassure himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

Pulling back from the kiss in a giggle, you knew exactly what he meant. The cheesy little genius was referring to you being the gift. Pushing the thin flat box into his chest to create some distance between the two of you, telling him to open the ‘real’ gift.

Taking the package, he steps back to give you a once over before looking intently at the item in his hands. “All I need is you, Bee.”

“Oh my days! You’re gonna rot my teeth Kim Taehyung. Just open the damn box!” You yell in faux frustration, evoking a husky chuckle to vibrate from his throat.

“I know you love my sweet talk babe.” Giving you a wink, before carefully ripping the matte black wrapping paper patterned with tiny Gs in a glossy ink, he removes a thin black box from it. Bold golden letters calligraphed on the otherwise empty surface- “Happy Anniversary My One And Only Love”, a small minimalistic bee in the same ink signing off in the bottom right corner. Lifting the lid to reveal a crisp pink shirt patterned with thick green vines and leaves, red embroidered strawberries sprouting amongst the pink and green background as tiny white flowers blossom next to them. A navy-blue silk tie neatly tucked next to the garment, two thick green strips bordering a thinner red one, stretched diagonally across the bottom of the accessory, as a tiny golden bee was stitched in the middle of the red band.

You study his face as he continues to stand in front of you, motionlessly as he looked down into the box, thick brows knitting together. A heavy silence fell to cover the entire room, turning the air stagnant in suspense. You start fidgeting with unease, uncertain of what to do with the sudden shift in atmosphere, Taehyung still unmoving from where he stood.

“Umm...” you begin, trying to ease tension that filled the room. Your eyes dart to look anywhere but at him, palm rubbing the back of your weary neck as all the forgotten aches return to spread over your exhausted limbs. “It’s ok if you don’t-“

“Bee…” his voice cracked as he trailed off, stopping you from speaking any further. Your eyes flicker back to look into his melted chocolate ones. Emotions swirling within them as his gaze pierces into you. Only now that he’s staring at you again, do you notice the heavy weight of his attention, the slight quiver in his kiss swollen lips, and the light blush on the tips of his nose and ears. You slump on the stool, releasing a breath you never knew you held. His long lashes fan the high cheekbones of his elegant features, whilst he blinded back tears. “I love it.” He repeats. Sincerity lacing each syllable.

You open your arms and he quickly moves into the comfort of your embrace. “Shhh.” You coo, certain your sensitive boyfriend was still close to tears. Despite having a tough CEO persona on constant display, you were the only one who could expose this side of him that he hid from the world. You try to sooth him by lightly patting his soft brown hair.

“You need to eat babe.” He sniffs as he removes himself from your warm, quickly turning to place your gift on the island. You whine a no at the mention of food. The ache in your back from slouching in your office for the past two weeks, gradually returned to haunt you. The effect of your sugar and caffeine rush long leaving you to bare the consequences of your lack of self-care. A yawn is pulled out of you as you try to sit up straight on the high stool. “I know you’re tired, I’ll let you sleep after you have some of the pasta and steak.” You pout again and prepare to argue, but before you can open your mouth again he speaks up once more. “I spent a lot of effort in making this meal. It’s our anniversary but you were still late.” You laugh out as you watch him move back to puff up his chest and cheeks in faux anger, fists pulled underneath his armpits. His cute attempt to persuade you has you wipe a stray tear in defeat. You really had to tell Jin to play more Twice songs on the radio when driving the both of you to work, if you could see his aegyo.

“Fine. Feed me.” You demand as you massage a knot that developed in your left shoulder. Noticing this, a frown pulls at your boyfriend’s pluck lips. He moves back towards you, hooking an arm under your leg and supporting you back with the other. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he scoops you off your seat.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted me to eat?” You question, completely baffled by your boyfriend’s spontaneous actions. Taehyung kissed you to efficiently shut you up. “All in due time babe,” was all you got as an answer as he proceeded towards the opaque glass staircase on the other side of the kitchen. Swiftly climbing steps two at a time, you reach second floor in seconds. Taehyung saunters into your bedroom at the end of the open hallway that over looked the living room below, placing you gently in the massaging chair next to your queen sized bed. “I’ll be right back.” He says as he presses a few buttons on the leather chair and saunters out the room. Your body seems to sink into the soft cushions lining the machine. The large gears deep in the chair whirl to life in a near silent hum, small round balls begin to move, pressing and kneading every inch of muscle on your stressed form. The comfortable embrace of the heated cushions lures you to dazed state. Before you could fall asleep, Taehyung returns with a tray of food and drink. The rich fragrance of steak filled the air, you salivate as you inhaled the scent. Maybe you were hungry. A growl from your stomach confirms the suspicions, forcing your closed eyes to open in search for the source of the mouth-watering smell. Taehyung pulls a chair and table next to you. Slowly cutting the beef into bite sized chunks.

“It was medium rare when I made it, but I had to microwave it, so it might not taste as good now.” You could hear the disappointment flooding his statement and regret fills your veins. It was your fault that you ruined such a romantic evening with your boyfriend, all because you were a workaholic down to the core.

You shake your head no as best you could, confined in the customise made cushions of the chair that wrapped and massaged your scalp. “Your food always tastes amazing from all the love you put into it.” You say in attempt to dismiss the defeated look adorning the beautiful feature of your boyfriend.

A small smile plays on his lips at your words. “That’s what you said when you ate that seaweed soup I made for your birthday. You went straight to the toilet after drinking half of it.” He chuckled. The sound sent a happy tingle down your spine, but a cold shiver shakes your whole body at the memory. You were surprised that you were even able to drink half the bowl of soup, the burning taste of ammonia still fresh in your memories, but how could you refuse him when he spent so much effort buying everything and cooking all the other dishes. Regardless, you defend yourself in a whirl of words. “It was your fault for experimenting and putting skate into it. You shouldn’t have listened to that weird Ajumma at the market. She just wanted you to buy that it off her since her skate shop was shutting do-.”

He stabs a piece of steak and pushes it into your open mouth, instantly cutting off the words flying out your mouth. “Eat,” he demands. Fingers quickly picking up a piece for himself.

You chew the tender meat grumpily. The flavours of the melting meat quickly glides over the insides of your mouth. Moaning in approval, the juicy combination of the steak and richness of the sesame sauce resonated loudly in the bitesize piece. “Wagyu.” You state as you open your mouth in waiting for another piece. “Only the best for my baby.” Was you answer. Another chuck is placed onto your tongue and your teeth clamp shut to trap the delightful meal. “What sauce did you use? It’s so good!” You mumble between the mouthful.

“It’s a secret. If you want to eat it again, come home on time.”

“You learnt this from Jin, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but don’t think you can get the recipe from him.” Quickly dismissing the idea he could tell was forming. “I had to beg him for days before he agreed to teach me. I know you love steak, so I also paid him to never tell or make it for you.” Your eyes bulge in disbelief, glaring at the smug look your boyfriend wore, lips pulled back in a boxy grin.

Finishing the main course, your boyfriend sips some red wine. You lift an arm from its confinement, gesturing for him to pass you the vintage crystal wine glass. Pulling it further out of your reach, Taehyung shakes his head, handing you a glass of lemon infused water instead. “I’ve seen how much coffee you drank. You’re only allowed water.”

“Fine. Do I at least get dessert?” You try your best to flutter your eyelashes, despite the obvious wariness weighing on them. The sugar sweet voice you attempted to portray ended in a thick yawn.

“Not tonight, Bee. I know how much sugar you pumped into your system these past two weeks.” His voice was heavy with authority, leaving no room for argument as he tips the rim to your lips. “Sure, I can’t stop you from drinking the potion of sugar and coffee that you used to magically keep yourself awake, it was my fault for making you CFO so suddenly without consulting with you first, but I’m not letting you get diabetes from your awful food choices.”

You swallow the warm water obediently, thankful that he always had your health in mind. He always reminded you of how important it was to drink your water warm, instead of the near freezing temperature you liked it. When he once found you chugging down a cup of chilled water with a few ice cubes, scolding you for not listening to him.

‘My mother always told me to drink warm water for good health. What am I going to do if you are get stomach cramps when we grow old, all because you drink like to drink freezing cold water?!’ His strong brows knitting in a scowl. ‘Its more refreshing this way. It’s my body so it’s my choice. Just let me drink the God damn water chilled.’ You yelled back. ‘Well, it’s going to be my responsibility to take care of you when grow old and spend the rest of our lives together!’ He shouted back, puffy cheeks glowing red as he snatched the glass from your hand and gulped down the remaining liquid. ‘No more cold water.’ He said over his shoulder before he walked away, cup in hand, leaving you with your mouth-agape at his adorable fit.

The memory has your lips twitch upwards when he removes the now empty cup, settling it down on the tray. “____, it’s time for you to take a bath. My plan was originally to have a romantic dinner and then a nice long bath together-“ the innuendo of his plan clear as a cloudless day, has you blushing. You brain screaming for you to say yes before he continues his sentence. “But I guess you might be a bit too tired for it. You should get some real rest soon.” Ignoring the girl yelling in your head, your body can’t help but agree to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Giving him a defeated nod, he turns off the massage chair and stretches a hand to you. You take up his offer and let him pull you out of the warm embrace of the chair, quickly falling back into a more familiar and loving one. Taehyung picks you up as you cling onto him like a koala, his strong arms effortlessly holding you tightly. You pepper his face with kisses to express your thanks, causing him to secretly slow down and prolong the journey towards the bathroom, allowing him to enjoy the playful affection of your sweet assaults.

When you enter the enormous room, the brilliant white walls and marble flooring showers you in the soft light they reflected. Taehyung continues past the glass floor length glass doors separating the showers from the walkway, bare feet slapping loudly against the heated floor as he made way to the five-person jacuzzi sitting at the end. Setting you on the floor, he sits on the cream marble edge to dip a hand into the hot water filling the white tub. He continues to stir the water to check the temperature, spreading the rose petals floating in the centre so they littered the entire surface of the bath. The steam rising from the heated pool carried the relaxing aroma of the lavender essence oil Taehyung poured into the bath, filling your senses with its comforting scent, one that you have learned over the years to associate with Taehyung. With love.

You tied your hair into a loose bun. Sluggishly stripping yourself of clothes as Taehyung played with the water, infatuated with the movement of the clear fluid sloshing against his palm, completely ignorant of your approach until you use his shoulder as support to step into the jacuzzi. Blinking at you with wide eyes as you submerge yourself in its warmth. The burning intensity of his gaze has a flush creeping across your chest, snaking up your neck and brushing your cheeks a deep crimson. Despite seeing your naked form for years, the passion reflecting in his eyes was still the same, never failing at reducing you to a shy mess. Gone was the woman who handled the running of millions of dollars a day without breaking a sweat. Only the timid, nervous wreck of a girl Taehyung had met those many years ago was sitting bare and exposed, within an arm’s reach.

Clearing your throat, you work your stiff and tight vocal chords, hopeful to hide the evident embracement that painted your body pink. “W-why don’t you join m-me?” You curse the stutter in your voice, and the failure at sounding seductive.

You flutter your eyes at him, in hope to awaken the non-existence temptress inside of you. His nostrils flair at the invitation, a clear sign of arousal as his pupils dilate, consuming the warm brown of his iris. Taehyung watches you with hawk-like eyes, taking in every shift and twitch you make, the tiny peaks and ripples you cause in the otherwise calm water.

He releases a hot puff of air, fanning you face. The refreshing mint fragrance of the spearmint he selfishly took from the bowl underneath the 40-inch tv installed in the wall next to him, overpowering the delicate lavender aroma floating in the air. A thin layer of unconstrained lust coloured his vision as warmth pooled lower in him, creating a familiar ache.

The swallowed the mint forcefully, blinking back his sinful thoughts. “No, Bee. Tonight’s all about you. It’s the day where I show you with action how much I love you. Let me help you relax.” From the strain in his voice, you could tell that he wanted the same thing you wanted, but you knew not to push this; especially given the lack of sleep you suffered. It was a surprise you were still awake right now. Despite this fact, the pain of the rejection stung you. Tearing your eyes from him to cradle your bruised ego. You give him a meek nod as you lick your mental wounds like an injured animal. You blamed your uncontrollable sensitivity and dramatic thoughts as side effects of your reckless choices over the past two weeks.

During your internal conflict of emotions, Taehyung had rolled up his sleeves and trousers, lathered a loofah and moved to clean your back. Drawing delicate circles on your skin, and soon all over you body with extra care. You had relaxed in the deep mass of hot water, the soft touches of Taehyung’s pampering faded as sleep clawed and dragged you into its clutches, leaving you unaware of the never fading heat lining your boyfriend’s blatant gawking.

A light grip on you shoulders has you peering with a half-lidded daze. A sleepy groan rumbles from your throat, questioning the reason your peace was disturbed.

“Babe let’s get you dried up.” Taehyungs deep reverberant voice whispers against the shell of your ear. You nod as move to get up from the now cooling tub of water, functioning purely from instinct and collapse against Taehyung’s strong chest as he wrapped a thick towel around your drenched form. The thick velvet material readily absorbs the excess moisture from your skin as he lightly drags it against you, before discarding the item on a nearby rack when you were dried. Pulling a warm rob from the heated rails, he helped you slip into the large garment which engulfed your tiny form. Sweeping you off your feet, he moved you back into the bedroom as you fought off the dream demons threatening to steal you away. Your rapid blinking as you tried tackle your fatigue, pulled at Taehyung’s heart. How could someone be so adorable even with dark circles painted around their eyes like a panda, and nuzzling into his embrace? He was so whipped, but he knew that already, knew it since the day you came into his life like wrecking ball, breaking down all the walls he put up in protection. He’s so sure of the love he has that he was ready to give you the gift, on the same day you agreed to let him love you. Shaking himself from his inner monologue, he laid you down onto the bed.

He left you there momentarily, going to retrieve a pair of clean cotton panties and his bottle of lavender Aveeno cream. Slowly, he unties the knot of your robe to help you with your underwear. You notice this immediately, sitting up to push away his hand.

“Tae, just because I’m tired, doesn’t mean I’m completely unable to do things like putting on my underwear. It just means I’m too lazy to walk around.” You mumble as you pull the tiny clothing up your legs.

He smirks at your retort, seeing as he was the one to feed and bathe you, but taking your upright position as a chance to push the robe off your shoulders. “Hush, bumble bee. Let me take care of you.” Nudging for you to lie on stomach. You do as instruct, lying bare on the cloud you called your bed.

Soothing jazz begins to play from the sound system built into the room, followed by a clear plastic click as Taehyung opens the lid to his favourite cream. Pouring a generous amount on to his large palms, he spread the thick substance with his skilled fingers like paint on the canvas of your exposed skin. Once he covered your back, he began kneading the muscles in your shoulders, loosening any remaining knots that haunted you after your session in the messaging chair. You sighed as his warm palms pressed and worked their way down the expanse of your bare figure, soothing over certain pressure points, sending a into euphoria at talented frictionless gliding of his long fingers; massaging away any stiffness consequence to overworking your body to the bone. You had always known about Taehyung’s expert fingers, given his past. What bewildered you was the fact that, not only was he good at this, he could rival the best professional masseur in the town. This stunned you especially when you first dated Taehyung and he offered to – as he liked to call it—take care of you, leaving you a panting hot mess; but that was a story for another time.

After moisturising and massaging your leg, you were clinging on the final strings of consciousness, a breathy thank you slipped past your lips as your eyes drift closed. Taehyung then flipped you so laid on your back, pulling one of his large stripy T-shirts to engulf your smaller frame. Before he covers you with the lush duvet pushed to the side of you, Taehyung quickly grabs something from the long-forgotten tray next to the massaging chair. He strolls back to your side with a tiny red velvet box in hand. Opening it and pulling out a dainty necklace, he helps you wear the gift. The small yellow bee pendent fell gently in the dip of your collar bones, its yellow diamond glistening in the low light. As your soft snores fill the room, one of his favourite sound harmonising with the jazz still playing vaguely in the background, he wraps the duvet over you, he kisses your forehead, satisfied that you were finally back in your shared bed, smelling just like him. “I love you, ____.” His sweet confession lulling you further into the embrace of sleep.

 Bonus:

 After you had fallen asleep, Taehyung had to gone off to clean the plates and tidy the bathroom, making sure everything was restored back to its perfectly organised state. However, there was just one tiny problem he needed to fix before he could go back to cuddle you to sleep like the good boyfriend he was. So, he quickly dashed back to the bath fix said problem.

 You woke up to a cold bed. Gone was the warm enveloping limbs that usually tangled with yours beneath the sheets, keeping the cold out so you could stay asleep throughout the night. You were now a victim to an empty bed, pulling you from the depths of sleep despite struggles of your fatigue. Groaning, you sit up to scan the room for you boyfriend. Deeply disappointed when your eyes fail to spot his tall figure, you pull your duvet to drape over you, but the cold touch of a foreign metal item dangled from your neck as you clutch the duvet to your chest. Giving the gift a quick peck, you move to look for Taehyung, pulling the long quilt to trailing behind you as you step onto the lush cream carpet lining most of the living space.

A loud moan has the fine hairs on your arms standing on end, your hearing now hyperaware as you recognise the familiar sound instantly. Your heart rate begins to accelerate as you pad towards the bathroom, a grunt of you name echoing from its depths. A wide grin spreads across your lips. Maybe a few more minutes without sleep won’t hurt.

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AmaSai Hanahaki Oneshot

Angst Warning here guys!!

Hanahaki disease also known as unrequited love disease. It was a disease but everyone knew about. Everyone had heard stories and rumors about what happened to those afflicted with it. Rantaro Amami never thought he would have to deal with such a unique disease as Hanahaki. Yet here he was throwing up flower petals into the toilet. He looks down at the blue petals in shock. No..this couldn't be and yet when he saw the petals he instantly knew who they were for, Shuichi Saihara..  Blue Salvias, I Think of You

Going to school the next day was surprisingly easy. All he had to say was that he was catching a cold and his throat hurt because of that. The teachers didn't spare that excuse a second glance. He was.. well if he was honest he was avoiding Saihara. He pretended he didn't hear the other call his name and just walked straight into class. However at lunch he couldn't avoid him. So he simply smiled and said that he didn't get enough sleep last night, that he was tired and that's why he didn't notice the blue haired attempts. Some of their friends bought that. He tried to keep his head down and focus on his food as much as possible but as he glanced up to reassure them that he was fine. He saw Saihara kissing his boyfriend. A rush of pain swelled up in Rantaro's throat and he quickly excused himself to go to the restroom. He coughed up large plant stalks and yellow rose petals for a full five minutes. Yellow Hyacinth, Jealousy

The weekend couldn't come sooner for him. He got to relax and no one was constantly asking questions about his 'cold’. But more importantly Saihara wasn't here to constantly cloud his mind. He tried doing hobbies and even just babysitting his sisters but for some reason the shy boy was always on his mind. He ignored the sharp pain in his throat and tried to power through it. So he grabbed his phone, planning to browse social media for a couple of hours. And that's when he made his mistake. Of course he followed Saihara and the other often retweeted things from his boyfriend. So he almost dropped his phone when a picture of the happy couple popped up. Saihara.. looked so happy and carefree. He suddenly couldn't control it anymore and coughed as small clusters of white clovers fell onto the floor. White Clover, Think of Me.

It was getting worst. He could tell his sisters were worried about him, hell even his friends were worried. He didn’t respond to any texts which was practically unheard of for him. But even with isolating himself he could feel the branches scratching his throat. He didn’t feel like eating or even drinking, everything hurt. And yet.. He would rather this happen to him then to do the surgery. There were only two cures for Hanahaki, one was to get together with the person you loved and the other was to have surgery to remove the growth from your lungs. However removing the growth removed your ability to love. He.. he couldn’t a world like that. Not being able to fall in love or hell even experience familiar love. He couldn’t do that to his family. As he laid in his bed he tried his best to shove down the feeling of leaves in his throat. Unfortunately he couldn’t hold it back forever and he coughed up flowers with long stalks. His eyes watered as his throat burned. After wiping his eyes he looks down at the flowers that appeared. His eyes didn’t miss the small spots of blood that followed. Anemone, Forsaken Love.

Now everyone was concerned. His face was pale and he wore a medical mask to try and hide any petals that could fall out. He was coughing almost constantly and yet.. He refused to go to a Doctor. He knew exactly what they would say. He wasn’t going to let that happen, he refused to let go of that feeling of love. So ignoring his sister’s concerned looks and questions he forces himself to go to school. Or so it seems. In reality he was just skipping school, he couldn’t risk having the school nurse notice him. And.. He felt his heart clench thinking about how Saihara would react to seeing him like this. He couldn’t handle that. It would break his heart, and probably cause him to hack up even more petals. So he went to a park, it wasn’t the most popular one so he didn’t see anyone else around. He sits beneath a tree and glances at his phone. As expected he had missed calls and text messages a plenty. He could just turn off his phone yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He coughs as he scrolls through his pictures. It was full of smiling faces. His friends, his family and.. Saihara. His chest aches as memories of better times fill his mind. He pulls his face mask away as a series of harsh coughs rack his body. Purple.. The flowers were purple this time but they were also stained red. There was blood, a lot more blood than last time. In fact he felt a bit woozy, was that too much blood. With fumbling fingers he reaches for his phone and shakily searches. Once he sees the flower meaning he couldn’t help but let out a scratchy laugh. These flowers always had to have an ironic ring to them huh. As his vision starts to darken he smiles. At least he could still feel love right? Purple Hyacinth, I’m Sorry Please Forgive Me.

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