#his member card looks like a dog chewed on it so i asked him why he always be tearing up stuff

[scarletwinterxx]

that time i knew i liked you too

as always, I was melting everytime the dreamies release new content. Hyuck just looked so adorable I cannot handle it. So here’s another scenario with him😊🌻

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“No no put me down, let me at him. Jeno, put me down” you said as you trash around Jeno’s shoulder. How you got there is a repeated story that always starts when you and Haechan are in the same room. 

“No, you’re going to hurt someone”

“Yea, I’m going to hurt him. Let me down, stop using your strength on me” you pounded your palms against his back but he just continued walking further away from Renjun who was holding Haechan back from you

“Would it hurt the two of you to just admit you like each other?” you hear Jaemin ask from beside you “Want to get smacked too? for the last time I don’t like him” 

Jeno finally put you back down on your feet, the two guys looking at you with a ‘we don’t believe you but we’ll pretend we do’ look

“I don’t!”

“Mhm, sure we’ll go with that” Jeno told you with a smile, his eyes disappearing completely while he does. This time instead of manhandling you, he just threw his arm casually around your shoulder but you know he’s trying to make sure you won’t run back to where Haechan was. 

“There’s a very thin line between love and hate” Jaemin mumbled, you looked over at him with a glare making the boy shoot his hands up in surrender. 

The chaotic relationship between you and Haechan started with friendly banters, he was a natural joker, the mood maker of the group. You on the other hand, is the exact opposite. 

When you exchanged schools, only knowing your cousin Jeno, he was quick to introduce to his group of friends. Ofcourse they were very nice and welcoming, you were on the same year as the four of them: Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Haechan. Soon after that you became an honorary member of that group, girls and some guys would sometimes ask favors from you to set them up with the guys. This always made you wonder why, not really understanding the craze other people have over your friends. In your eyes they were pretty normal, at times weird most times too loud.  

“Remember that time you threw a tantrum when someone asked you to give Haechan their valentine favor”

You scowled at the memory, last year during valentines one girl came up to you asking you to give Haechan her card and chocolates. You were too shy to say no, so after school was finished and you were all waiting in the parking lot, you all but practically shoved the box of chocolates to Haechan. The rest of the guys cheering but you cut them off by saying it wasn’t from you. 

“I did not. I was just not having a great day that day”

“Sure, you should see the look on his face when you said it didn’t come from you” Jeno said making you look over at him “Why? How did he look?” you asked, your curiosity getting the best of  you

“Wouldn’t you like to know” Jaemin teased you

It is true you both get on each other nerves, there’s one little thing that contradicts everything that just came out of your mouth though. 

You do like Haechan, more than you will ever care to admit. You’d rather be dead than ever admit you like him. Because at the end of the day, even when you two want to rip each other’s head off, you always end up together somehow. 

The next day you were waiting for Jeno to finish his last class since he picked you up this morning, sitting outside on one of the empty benches with book in hand. You were too emerged on your reading material that you didn’t notice the figure now sitting in front of you. Only when you turned the page and craned your neck to stretch it you did you notice the guy sitting across from you, 

“What the fuck! How long have you been there?” You asked Haechan, holding your book against your chest. “Long enough to notice how bad your posture is” he answered

“Says the guy who can’t sit or stand straight” you mumbled, closing the book and tucking it away in your bag

“If I were you, I’d be nice to the guy who’ll be driving me home”

“I don’t see Jeno here” you said looking around you, your cousin nowhere in sight. “No stupid, he has basketball practice. He asked me to drive you home”

You just shot him a blank look, for a couple of seconds he just shot you the same look before standing up

“Have it your way, I can just leave you here” then started to walk towards the parking lot. Scowling at his retreating figure, you quickly threw your bag over your shoulder following Haechan’s steps. 

He can already hear your hurried steps, a faint smile forming on his lips but he quickly shook it away. Acting nonchalant when you finally caught up with him,

“No, you won’t. Jeno will have your ass if leave me”

“No, he won’t” 

“Oh yea my bad, you don’t have an ass” he looked over at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Silently daring you to repeat what you just said, so just send him a big sarcastic smile

“Watch it, babe. Don’t bite what you can’t chew”

“I don’t even know what that means, but let’s just pretend I do for your sake” You pat him on the shoulder before walking ahead. For awhile, neither of you said anything. A random playlist was playing while Haechan hums along, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“Hyuck”

Haechan looked quickly over at you, your attention was focused on the scenery outside. If he could, he would look at you a little bit longer but he didn’t to be too obvious and that would be dangerous. So he just hummed as an answer, 

“huh?” you asked, looking over at him

“What?”

“What do you mean what?”

“You called my name?”

“Oh I was just thinking about it, I didn’t know I said it outloud” you mumbled, you really didn’t mean to say it outloud. You were just looking out the sunset, it reminded you of his nickname which then made you think of his name. 

“You were thinking about me?” he chuckled

“I’d rather not comment on that” then it was silent again, thankful that he didn’t push it any further. 

“Want to grab something to eat?” he asked, this made you look over at him “I heard there’s this new café in town” he added. 

“Tell me the truth, can you read minds?” you asked him, you were just thinking about that too. You were planning to go later today after he dropped you off, maybe ask Jeno to come with after his practice but it makes more sense to just go now. You just didn’t expect Haechan to ask you 

“Only yours” he said with a smirk, sending you quick side eye. You rolled your eyes at him, “Can we go though?” you asked

And that is how you find yourself at the new café with your frenemy and kind of crush, Lee Haechan. You happily entered the place, taking in the smell of coffee and cake in the air, 

“Are you a dog? Stop sniffing” You hear Haechan say from behind you “Can’t help it, it smells so good. Oh my god is that chocolate cake” your attention was already on the rows of cake displayed. Completely missing the fond look on Haechan’s face as he watch you excitedly look at the snacks. 

He won’t say it but he finds it so adorable how happy you get with just the little simple stuff. 

“Do you want that? What do you want to drink?”

“Vanilla latte for me” you smiled up at him, for a second Haechan forgot how to breath forgot how to act around you. You were smiling so genuinely at him he wasn’t sure what to feel. 

“How about you?”

“Will you eat all the cake again or will you actually share it this time?” he asked back, dismissing his previous thoughts before you notice anything weird happening.

“I don’t recall doing such thing”

“Mhm sure, sweetheart. I have three other guys as witnesses” you scowled at him before turning back to the cake

Haechan ordered your drinks and cake while you sat outside and wait for him, you offered to split the bill but he just pushed you towards the door when you tried to pay for your food. Like he literally pushed you out

“Wipe that pout off, here’s your cake” at the sound of his voice, you put your phone down and smiled up at him. Well more at the plate of food he was holding

“Have I told you you’re my favorite?” you teased him, making the boy chuckle at you. You were already diving into the snack, happily swaying one hand in the air. 

“I’m starting to think you only like me when I give you food” 

“You’re thinking right” you answered straight away to tease him, chuckling when you felt him lightly kick you under the table. 

Later that day when you were finally home and was doing some homework, Jeno came over to check on you

“You made it home in one piece, that could only mean Haechan didn’t”

“Can’t say he will be missed” you replied, not even bothering to look up 

“You will though” this made you glare up at your cousin, “Why are you here again?”

“Oh right, well me and the guys plus a couple of other friends are going out of town this weekend, want to come with us?”

“When, where and who?”

“The guys, girls on some of our classes and Mark hyung is coming too. We’re renting a house with a pool, it looks really cool and we’ll stay there from Saturday til Sunday afternoon maybe”

You contemplated whether you wanted to come or not, it did sound fun. Plus you feel like you do need the time off anyways. 

“I thought you hated each other” Jaemin said, looking between you and Haechan who is sporting the same look of boredom and annoyance. It’s currently 4am, kind of freezing outside and the guys are still loading the car with stuff.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” Renjun added, that earned a glare from Haechan and you. 

“Who else are we waiting for?” You grumbled, you wanted to get in the car and get some more sleep. Almost regretting ever agreeing to come to this trip, you felt a tug on your jacket sleeve. Looking over at Haechan who was holding out his coffee to you, you just shook your head at him. You liked drinking coffee, but  iced americano is not something you’d ever opt to order

“The girls are meeting us there, they said” Jeno answered you

“So who’s going in whose car?” Renjun asked, looking around the group

“Who’s driving again?” you asked, “Jeno and Haechan” 

You looked over at the boy leaning beside you, “You’re driving? You look like you’re about to pass out”

“That’s why I’m drinking this”

“I’ll go wherever I can sleep for the duration of this trip”  Jaemin said, already walking towards Jeno’s jeep getting in the passenger seat. 

“How about you?” Jeno asked you, “I’m with Jaemin, I don’t really care as long as I can sleep some more”

“Backseat is still pretty spacious, make yourself comfortable” he said then opened the car door for you, doing exactly what your cousin just said. 

“I thought you were going with Haechan” Jaemin said from the front seat, “Don’t start with me right now, let me sleep then you can bug me about him later”

The rest of the trip you were sleeping soundly at the backseat, the two boys talking amongst themselves. It was a four hour car ride so by the time you got to the vacation house it’s still too early for lunch. 

“Who wants to go to the grocery with me?” Jaemin asked, Renjun saying he’ll come with and pulling Haechan along with him

Hours later when they got back and finished unloading all the food for the weekend, you were just lounging around. Some of the guys were by the pool while you were in the lounge area with Jaemin and Jisung when Jeno and Haechan showed up. You were happily snacking on some cookies you when Haechan spotted you, Jeno immediately noticing Haechan’s gaze on you and the cookies you were holding

“Please tell me you you’re not going to fight over cookies”

“Will that make you happy?” Haechan asked his friend to which Jeno nodded as an answer, “Too bad then, give me back my cookies” Haechan turned his attention back to you, reaching out to grab the bag of treats

“I don’t see your name written here, plus I was the one who told Jaemin to get it at the grocery store”

“I went with him to the grocery store”

“Should’ve bought your own cookies then”

“I did! Those are mine”

The two of you were too busy arguing to notice the other guys have left the room to join the others outside, leaving you and Haechan alone in the lounge area. You sat on the opposite sides of the big couch, just chilling when Haechan walked in demanding to give his cookies back

“I’ll give you five seconds to give it back”

“Oooh I’m so scared”

“5, 4, 3” just as you were about to take another cookie from the bag, you feel his hand clamp around your ankle then pulling you towards the other side of the couch where he was sitting.

Now your legs are draped on his lap while his arms rest on them, “You said 5!”

Haechan just glared at you before snatching the bag out of your hands and taking some cookies for himself

“Leave some for me” you said as you try to reach for the bag “No, you already ate half of it”. 

You scowled at him until he gave the bag back to you, not even moving from your current position since you are pretty comfortable and the boy don’t seem to mind. Already busy scrolling through his phone, 

“Why aren’t you downstairs with the guys? I heard the girls arrived too”

“Too tired”

“I heard Yeji came today”

“Mhm”

“You know she gave you those chocolates last year for valentines, right?”

“Like you would ever let me forget” he was still scrolling through his phone, one hand resting on top of your legs comfortably. If any of the boys walk in on you know they’d probably shoot you weird looks but when it’s just the two of you, you don’t really fight like cats and dogs. 

“Don’t you like, like her back atleast?”

“Why?”

“I mean she said she liked you, don’t you think it’s a bit mean to not talk to her after that. Plus,. I think she came so she could spend some time with you and yet here you are hiding away”

“Well maybe I like spending time with you”

You looked at him like he told you the most ridiculous and confusing fact, Haechan looking over at you when you didn’t reply back to him

“What’s that look for?”

“Who are you and what have you done to Haechan?” You asked, leaning over to put a hand over his forehead. He just chuckled at you, swatting your hand away

“I just got the chills when you said that”

“Like the good kind of chills?” he teased, “No, the kind that’s making me want to throw up kind of chills” you sarcastically replied

He scowled at you, pushing your legs off of him before standing up. “You know, it’s not that hard to just admit it”

“Admit what?”

“That you actually like hanging out with me”

“I never said I didn’t, even if you get on my last nerves”

“I like keeping you on your toes, baby. I’ll be outside if you miss me” he winked at you then walked out the lounge area. 

What just happened? Was he flirting with you? Did he know? You thought to yourself.  

And boy does he love getting on your last nerve. You will never assume that he’s doing thing on purpose just to piss you off, but after your conversation with him he’s been talking more to Yeji the whole day. 

He’s naturally friendly and affectionate, no one can argue that. And it’s not like you have a right to be jealous, your pride is too high to admit Jaemin’s actually right.

You do like Haechan. 

So what do you do? you mope around without meaning to, the boiys noticing your change in mood throughout the night. 

You were just standing beside Jaemin as he grill the meat for dinner, not really saying much

“You’re going to burn holes to the ground if you keep staring at it like that” Jaemin said as he look over at your brooding figure

“Let me be, I don’t any place else to be”

“Uh how about hanging out with our friends”

“Your friends” you mumbled making Jaemin laugh at you, “Oh my god, I cannot with you. If it bother’s you this much, just admit it already. It will save us both the time and emotional stress”

“Hiw are you getting stressed, I’m literally not even saying anything here” you told him, lightly hitting him on the back. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the garden area, Haechan was watching you and Jaemin. Not in a creepy way though. He just happen to notice you’ve been missing, only to find you standing by the grill with his bestfriend

“Yah Jeno, is there something going on with Y/N and Jaemin?” Haechan can’t help but ask when Jaemin laughed at something you just said

“Huh?”

“I mean they always hang out”

“Yea, well they’re friends” Jeno shrugged, “We’re friends too” Haechan grumbled, taking a big gulp of the drink Jeno just put on the table

“Are you perhaps jealous of the two?” Jeno asked, “Absolutely not, I was just asking”

“Well, don’t tell Jaemin I told you this but I think he’s going to ask her out this weekend” that was a complete and total lie, he only said that to push Haechan to finally do something. And judging by the way he’s now practically glaring over your make makes Jeno think he did the right thing. 

“I heard you even went out on a date with him” Jaemin said, making you look at him with confusion 

“Huh? When?” “The other day when he had an emergency practice”

“We just went to the cafe, it wasn’t a date”

“Right, right. Because that’s how you spend time with a person you don’t like”

“I don’t don’t like him”

“So you like him?”

“If i say yes will you stop?”

“I-” “Say yes to what?” Someone said from behind you, making Jaemin stop his sentence. 

Haechan looked back and forth between you and Jaemin, while Jeno looked like he was about to laugh. 

“Nothing” you answered quickly before Jaemin could utter another word, then skipped away to where the others were. Jeno was shooting his bestfriend with the ‘just go with it’ expression before Haechan catches on

“What was that about?” Haechan asked, “Oh I was just asking her something” Jaemin answered with a cheeky smile

He couldn’t have asked her already, right? Haechan thought. As the night went on, he can’t help but notice how you were obviously avoiding him. You looked like you were enjoying yourself when the guys invited you to play beerpong with them while this time he’s the one moping around. 

When you went inside to get something from the kitchen, Haechan immediately shoot up from his seat to follow you. Itching to ask you if Jaemin asked you out or not. 

“You think he’ll ask her out?” Jeno asked as he watch Haechan follow you, “Huh? Haechan? Why what did you tell him?” Jaemin asked back

“That you were going to ask Y/N out”

“Bro what the fuck, he’s going to kill me if I do”

You on the other hand had no idea about this, so when Haechan cornered you in the kitchen suffice to say you were pretty shocked, 

“Did you say yes to Jaemin?” he asked

“Say yes to what?”

“Didn’t he ask you out?”

“Huh?” you asked confused, Jaemin definitely did not ask you out. You know for a fact that he’s currently crushing on the new girl, Yoo Jimin. 

“No?”

“Are you not sure or you just don’t want to tell me”

“I’m so confused, one why would Jaemin ask me out and two why would I not want to tell you?” You asked, geniunely confused with him. “Because”

“Because?” you urged for him to continue

“God! You’re really going to make me say it first will you?” he sounded so frustrated you almost laughed, “I don’t know what you want to say Haechan, but please go ahead because like I said I’m very confused right now”

It took him approximately five seconds to think about his next actions, he counted up to three in his head before saying screw it then the next thing he know he was grabbing you by the waist, his lips on yours. 

You definitely did not expect that this is how your weekend will turn out, and you most definitely not think you would end up kissing Haechan. But here you were, trapped between the counter and him. His arms secured around your frame while your hands were resting on his arms. 

It’s like your mind and body were to separate entities, not one part of a single body because in your mind you were freaking out but your body was acting like this was how it was supposed to be all along. 

When the two of you eventually had to come up for air, you can’t help but stare at him

“What was that?” you whispered, his forehead resting on yours

“Me shooting my shot” 

Then you were laughing, Haechan looked at you like you just lost your mind

“You know this is the part where you say it worked”

“I- wait hold up. You like me?” you asked him, “You liked me first!” he screeched, pointing a finger at himself

“Says who?” 

“Says your cousin, then Jaemin and Renjun. Then you” You made a mental note to hit those three guys later

“Me? Just the other day I almost punched you in the face. If that was your indication of me liking you then you’re really messed up in the head”

“So you’re saying you don’t like me?” he asked, this time with a more serious look on his face. 

“I could neither confirm nor deny” you answered, trying to rile him up even more. You already know the answer, but it was nice to see Haechan like this.

“You know in my head, this wasn’t how I imagined this moment would turn out”

“Oh so you imagined kissing me” he smirked you, “As much you imagined kissing me” you retorted back, you had him there. 

“And?” 

“A bit underwhelming, not gonna lie”

That made Haechan do the thing you think is so attractive but never told a single soul because it was your secret, it’s when he pokes the inside of his cheeks with his tongue whenever he’s annoyed or things don’t go his way. 

“Are you saying I’m not a good kisser?”

“I’m saying it could be better” you shrugged, enjoying your new found power over him. It was short lived though because the next thing you know you were thrown over his shoulder then he was walking back out the patio. 

“Yah, Haechan don’t hurt her. I need to bring her back in one piece” you hear Jeno say 

“Sure, but it’s fine if she’s a bit wet right?”

“What?” you screamed then you were thrown in the pool, quickly resurfacing to the surface to see Haechan smirking at you. Instead of saying anything you just swam towards the ledge, hoisting yourself out the pool. 

“You look like you need a hug” you shot him a wicked smile as you walk towards him, you can hear cheers and laughter coming from your friends

“No thank you, baby. Maybe later”

“Come here”

“Don’t want to”

“No more kisses for you. 3 2″ then you were back in the pool again but this time Haechan was in there with you. Laughing as you watch him shake his hair out of his face, 

“Stop laughing you look like a wet dog” he said as he swam towards you, arms snaking your waist once again. As his lips close on your once again, you can’t help but smile. You’re pretty sure you heard your friends scream but all of that was background noise, it’s just you and him now. 

“How about that? Am I a good kisser now?”

“I don’t know, maybe try again”

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Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, character death, murder, you're literally a rebel sniper, it's enemies to lovers boba is not going to be nice to you yet, love at first fist fight, I cannot stress this enough, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, he's kind of arrogant? but he's young give him time

Pairing: Boba Fett x F! Reader | 2.0k words

You're arguably the best sniper in the entire rebel alliance, with hundreds of high ranking Imperial officials on your belt. When you're given the order to kill Boba Fett, you are under the impression that this would be like any other mission. Unfortunately, he seems to have great skill of getting out of situations that aren't in his favor. Now you're on Tatooine, where your comrade Orda has lured him into discussing business in a shady restaurant under the guise of being an Imperial Commander. His luck has to run out at some point, and you intend that to be today.

Crossposted on Ao3!

Being a rebel wasn't as glamorous as you thought. You weren't conducting high-level espionage or anything of the like. Instead, your penchant for sniping was homed in on, making you one of, if not the best in the entire squad. The only flaw you had, was arrogance. Never have you let a target walk away, never have you allowed yourself into a tight spot. 

You were always ahead of the enemy, so when your general gave you the order to kill Boba Fett. You assumed it would be an easy in and out job, perhaps he would've posed a threat to other members of your squad. But to you it would be simple, right? Unfortunately not. 

This is your third attempt at some kind of ambush, luring him into a perfect position. Mandalorian armor had few weak points, meaning you had to meticulously spend hours figuring out where would land a good, clean blow. His neck. If angled correctly, one tilt of his helmet and it would be over. Right through the jugular, no more bounty hunter. Another imperial dog to add to your list. 

If he would just turn his head, a little more to the right. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyes focused down the scope. Being a good assassin was all about your ability to linger, to wait. You're positioned on a balcony, a blind spot to the restaurant below. Your associate kept him talking under the guise of being an Imperial Commander, negotiating pay for the next rebel target. Boba Fett sits across from him, drink untouched. If you could see his face you'd swear he seemed bored. His legs wide open, leaning back nonchalantly. 

Fingers clenching on the trigger, you close your left eye. It wasn't like you enjoyed your job, when this war was over you'd swore to never lift a weapon again. The Empire made you, molding you like clay into a perfect killer. A painful truth, a driving force. Your parents. Both were medical professionals, caught smuggling medication to the galaxy's poorest. Promptly executed and then you, an orphan. A street urchin, nothing more. 

It wasn't long into your teens that you heard of the resistance, your heart burned with a want of revenge. So you got stronger, learned how to use a blaster, pilot and any skills that would make you useful to their cause. But you weren't a rebel, not really. You didn't care for politics, didn't even bother listening to the speeches about restoring the Republic. It didn't matter to you, but what did matter was taking out as many Imperials as you could before you die in battle or finally become numb to the anger. 

Self-preservation was no concern of yours, and that made you dangerous. A loose cannon, hot-tempered, and scarily a woman. You were used to being underestimated by your peers on gender, height, birth planet…. and you were the one who gets the high-profile missions. You were the one who has the highest accuracy, years of practice which left your trigger finger calloused, and every other emotion muted. 

Boba Fett had become a real thorn in your side. Threatening your record, career and possibly your sanity. His uncanny talent for escaping situations, even if all cards were against him, was exasperating. You would be lying if you didn't have some modicum of respect for him though, you were somewhat alike. Respect, no matter how great, does not destroy a death warrant. 

Someday soon his luck would run out, and it would be you at the other end of the blaster. That day was today. Lips twitching into a smirk, you watch his neck turn. Bingo. You steady your rifle, pulse pounding in your ears. At last, this mission would be over. You'd become a legend, the woman who killed Boba Fett. 

Bang. You take the shot, accurate as ever. A hum leaves your lips, watching him fall to the ground. Your calculations were correct, there was a weak point. Every armor has one, even Mandalorian. It was like a drug, the puzzle pieces clicking together with every fragility you discovered. 

The restaurant below descends into chaos, even the bartender is panicking. All guests rushing from their tables, abandoning their meals as your associate checks the man's pulse. You stare down your scope, watching the ordeal. He gives a thumbs-up, definitely dead. A buzz in your ear alerts you to a comlink.

"He's dead. But I think you'll want to come down here." Orda replies through static. Your brow creases, what the hell could've gone wrong. Muscles twitching with irritation, you make your way through the currently uninhabited building. You were ordered to avoid collateral damage by all means necessary, a false fire alarm did the job well. 

Your feet tap against the stairs as you make quick work of assessing your surroundings— if something is wrong, then it's always better safe than sorry. It seemed to be all clear, so you proceeded out the door and onto the street. This area of Mos Eisley was pretty habitable, aside from the abundance of criminal undertakings. Dust kicks as you march into the restaurant, pushing through various guests who were piling out at lightspeed. 

With a gruff, you finally make it to the rooftop, an exclusive VIP spot which proved difficult to doctor identity necessary to enter. You're about to start asking what the hell could've been so important that he dragged you down here, but your eyes meet Orda's now slumped body, face down with all color residing. A frustrated sigh leaves you, he was a good man. Even worse, he was a great rebel. His heart was in it, unlike yours. He shouldn't have been the casualty here. You reach down, pulling out his identichip and stashing it in your pocket. An action that you've taken with far too many of your comrades. 

Painfully you pull yourself from Orda's body, standing upright. Lingering would be a deathwish, whoever killed Orda was skilled. An impressive marksman, obviously one of Boba's accomplices who mistakenly thought he was the one that shot him. You could go over what-ifs later, right now you were going to finish the fucking job. 

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in crimson constellations as the wind settled. Inspecting Boba's body was your primary concern, whatever Orda discovered, it cost him his life. You were determined to find out what exactly it was, from a glance it seemed like Boba Fett. With a grimace, you move his drooping head around. Concerningly heavier than expected, beskar is light and durable. 

You hook your fingertips under the helmet, pulling it off and coming face to face with…. not your target. Fuck. You'd be deceived, spectacularly. Knuckles white, feeling bile in your throat threatening to explode in a cocktail of frustration and admiration. The crudely made edges of the helmet abrasive against your palm, a reminder of your failure. 

Without a second thought, your balled fist comes into contact with the wall, encasing the helmet and sending tendrils of pain, a shock wave through your arm as you verbalize your confliction with a strangled scream. Orda died for nothing, you were a joke. Everything you had built, buried and locked away was floating to the surface. 

But you haven't felt this alive in years. Being outsmarted, so cunningly sent a morbid thrill up your spine. You could almost laugh, had you not heard footsteps approaching. Impulsively your hand fell to your blaster, making a mental note to thank your teacher for always carrying more than one. 

"Surely you didn't believe it was that easy to kill me." Before he can finish you turn, firing your blaster in his direction. Of course, his armor deflects it with ease. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Not everyone could distinguish beskar through weight alone." A snort leaves him at your feeble attempt to hold ground, looking over your pathetic secondary weapon that could barely injure an Ewok. 

"Go thing I'm not everyone then." You stand, keeping your right arm extended, blaster aimed at his inner thigh. It wouldn't kill him, however it would allow ample time for escape. "You killed my friend." He's circling you now. "Who's your Intel? How did you know I'd be here?" 

"You are hardly in the position to be making demands, little rebel." Another chuckle, you'd heard of him toying with his advisories before, but this was different. A teacher disciplining a student. 

"You're going to kill me anyway, what's the harm." You huff, shrugging. He stops pacing, chewing over your words. 

"Killing you would be a waste." That bastard. "Of my time and resources." He adds matter-of-factly. 

"Orda wasn't?" You spit, voice cracking in frustration. Figuring out what made others tick was your specialty, but the lack of motivation and reason within Boba's actions is what baffled you. 

"That was a favor." He sounds like you should be grateful, almost insulted that you hadn't figured it out yet even with him practically dangling the answer in front of you. Perhaps you weren't as clever as he thought. 

"A—favor? How would killing my comrade benefit me!" You reply astounded, cheeks burning red, hand shaking on your blaster. 

You think for a second, taking your eyes off him. Why did it take until after the kill for Orda to realize what was wrong with the body… He isn't… wouldn't…could've of… you've been double-crossed. "He wouldn't— I've spent months with him—" 

"And every little thing you did, he told me." His admission is calm, you look over Orda's body, no longer do you feel remorse. Just shame. You couldn't even see betrayal under your nose. 

You walk closer to him, the barrel of your blaster getting dangerously close. Nothing could stop you from finishing your mission right now, but he's letting you. Knowledge is far more appealing than rewards in the resistance. 

With your grip around the handle tight, you slam it down across his helmet, your knee reaching his groin. "You're very easy to fool." A smirk replaces the look of misery on your face, it was a dangerous game to pretend to let your guard down. Your risk paid off, managing to get a shot at his thigh. 

Swiftly, you press all your weight on him, knocking him back just enough to make a run for the edge of the balcony. He groans in pain, you're so close to the edge, escape almost in your grasp— when a grappling hook wraps around your ankle. 

You struggle against the cold floor, doing anything you can to wriggle free from his grasp.

It's fruitless, as soon as he's in reach you're kicking him, hurtling all kinds of abuse. Your attempts to wrestle him are almost comical and in a frenzy, you grip the only thing that seems viable. His Helmet. You manage to free it, your fingers hooking under and pulling it off his head, sending it on the floor beside you. For a moment you're the one stunned, not him. 

Dark curls frame his face, a beautiful border to tanned skin. His nose is prominent but compliments his features. Scars pepper his face, but he's young. Younger than you thought. You watch as his forehead crinkles in anger, hands pinning yours beside your head. 

Wasting no time, you bring your head to crack his, sending him back with a kick to the stomach. Your nose pours from impact, dripping onto the floor as you clamber to your feet. 

"This isn't over." You hear his voice, unmodified. You rush to the edge, peering over and assessing if you can land in one of the speeders below. He stands, trying to rush over to stop you. "Don't!" 

With a wink, you throw yourself over the side. In seconds you're hurtling onto the street, watching a bare-faced Boba Fett grow smaller with each passing second. His eyes are widened in either admiration or shock for your bravery. 

He eventually dares to look over and finds that you're gone. Whoever you were, he finally had a worthy opponent. He would find you again. His little rebel. 

#boba fett x reader #boba fett #boba fett x female reader #the mandalorian #star wars #fic #mine #this fic is lowkey my baby #and there def will be a chapter 2 I'm just stupid and can't work ao3 #anyway #enjoy💖 #I know I know I'm bad at proof reading #I try

[neokids]

Fortune's Fool: Act XI

Masterlist (read previous and future ones here!)

Act XI

Tw: Lots of blood, character death, violence, murder, guns, knives, weapons, foul language, self-inflicted wounds, suicide, overall graphic content

“Miss Hwang,”

Yeji turned around to see a messenger awkwardly standing, he was oddly keeping his distance as if she carried the contagious madness.

“Yes?”

“Your parents ask for your presence in their office. They would like to speak to you right now.”

And they didn’t even bother to check what had happened downstairs in their own house, how thoughtful.

“Regarding what?” Yeji asked, anticipation building up causing her to fiddle with her fingers behind her back. “They did not say. They just asked for your presence. Immediately.”

Yeji let out a sigh as she made her way upstairs, she glanced back at the pool of blood all over the living room, how on earth would they clean this up. She also noticed her relatives talking so casually amidst the scene, as if nothing happened. As if it wasn’t contagious.

As she approached her father’s office, the door immediately opened. Yeji was taken aback by the sudden appearance of her father holding the door for her, it was as if he was waiting for her all along.

“You asked for my presence? Are we to discuss recent matters?” Yeji asked as soon as she sat across from her father and mother. Lord and Lady Hwang only looked at each other as Yeji noticed something in her father’s hands. He held a creamy white envelope sealed off in a rich gold stamp. She eyed it as well before glancing back to her father.

“How are we going to get rid of the bloodstains downstairs?” Yeji asked again, leaving her first questions unanswered.

“We’ll call for someone to clean it up.” Her mother said, dismissing Yeji’s current worries.

“Mama, it’s the madness. It’s in our house now, who knows who else will suffer. It could be a viral contagion, we should ask the other servants if they made contact with the ones who tore their throats out.” Yeji explained, ultimately regretting the decision seeing as her father narrowed his eyes at her in confusion while her mother eyed her quizzically.

“What made you assume it was viral?” Lady Hwang asked simply, no tones of suspiciousness in her voice.

Yeji froze as soon as she realized she blurted out a piece of information she found out from Jeno, but she had to remain calm. Her mother wasn’t the type to stay silent when she finds something suspicious, she was the type to confront someone directly.

“Hearsays,” Yeji replied calmly, “At this point, anything is possible.”

“Moving on,” Lord Hwang said firmly, clearly wanting to dismiss the current topic. “Summoning you here to talk about this madness wasn’t the reason we called you here.” He pushed the thick white envelope he was holding towards Yeji.

“What is this?” She took it, observing the intricately written gold letters curve with elegance. It was heavy as well.

“An invitation,” Lady Hwang explained, “To a masquerade ball from the Chinese.”

Yeji opened the envelope recklessly, wanting to get it over as soon as possible. She read that it was indeed an invitation from the Chinese, specifically signed by a man named ‘Xiao Dejun’

“It’s going to be held next week in the gazebos,” Lord Hwang added as he redirected his attention to the other stacks of paper on his desk. “They want to celebrate the joined forces and powers of Korea and China!” He recited flatly as Yeji read the exact same lines on the invitation.

We are extending our warm welcome to all of Viper-gang members, it reads in royal blue ink.

Yeji heard her mother scoff, causing her to tear her attention away from the invitation and towards her mother. Lady Hwang had a clear expression of distaste on her face, obviously not buying whatever the Chinese had written on the invitation. “If they wanted to celebrate, then they should start remembering that this is our country, not theirs.”

“However,” Lord Hwang added, as if he didn’t hear what his own wife had to say, “If they wish to celebrate, then let us celebrate.” Her father said sternly, he looked up to his daughter staring at him with a mouth opening and closing, finding the right words to say. “Also I believe there is another invitation somewhere in that envelope?”

Yeji rummaged through the invitation to reveal another card, this one bright red in color and had silver lettering,

It was from the Lius.

But it wasn’t for Yeji, it was for her father. Mr. Liu was requesting another meeting despite how many times they have been turned down. A few weeks ago, Yeji turned him down only for her to turn down his son as well. She didn’t know why they were so adamant about selling their product, they weren’t prominent nor known whatsoever. In fact. Nobody knew who they were or where they came from.

“Well,” Yeji said as she slid the envelope back to her father’s hands, “Why should this concern me?”

Something about the silence irked Yeji, the silence contained unleft words from both Lord and Lady Hwang’s mouths. They were waiting for something, an answer, a follow up.

“Well,” Lord Hwang began, “I would greatly appreciate it if you were to go with me,” He finally said as he folded his arms against his chest.

“You’re not certainly making me go to this ball, right?” Yeji asked to confirm, eyes shifting to her father who had a serious expression on his aging face to her mother who looked like she wanted to end this conversation immediately.

“It’s always your choice, Yeji.” Her father said flatly. Something to know about Lord Hwang is that he never took no for an answer, especially when it came from a family member. Better yet, his own daughter. “But I prefer if you would.”

“Appa,” Yeji whined, “I did enough partying in America to last me the rest of eternity. Surely the Chinese could discuss and bargain all they want, but in the end we always know they will never have the final say in this country.”

“Yeji,” Lady Hwang scolded.

“What?” Yeji retorted, righteous.

“No, she has a point.” Her father said as he raised a hand to stop Lady Hwang, “They only wish to mingle and propose their products to me, I would let you go if it weren’t for a certain someone requesting your presence.”

Lord Hwang had his gaze pinpointed on her. Yeji however, remained silent. She blinked once, then twice. She already knew where this conversation was heading towards.

“I see,” Yeji decided to say plainly, she didn’t want to press on whoever requested her presence. Judging by the sent invitation from the Chinese, and a separate invitation from the Lius, it was already a dead giveaway.

Yangyang Liu.

“We need all the power we can get. We need the forces, the allies, the security and comfort knowing that we will continue our reign in this city. I need you to be my little translator when they mutter something in Mandarin, thinking I can not speak their mother tongue.”

Yeji made a disgruntled groan from her throat. “As you wish, appa.” She stood up and took the letter from her father’s hands once again. “I’ll go as you wish!” She exclaimed as she tried to walk outside Lord Hwang’s office. Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, her mother suddenly spoke up. “Wait,”

So. Damn. Close.

Yeji turned around as she cocked a brow, “This….Yangyang,” Lady Hwang started “Why is he requesting you?”

Lady Hwang said his name as if it held meaning to her. Lady Hwang thought that it had some effect on her, she didn’t know that that effect would be her getting annoyed more than anything.

Yeji pursed her lips into a thin line, “He is Mr. Liu’s son, obviously.” she replied, apathetic. “I believe the main reason why they requested for another meeting is because they are still trying to sell their product to us.”

“Is he handsome?” Lady Hwang asked, curious for herself rather than her own daughter.

“My god, mama.” Yeji replied as she tried to stop herself rolling her eyes. She walked towards the door again, hopefully able to leave this time. “He is just using me, this is just business. If you would excuse me, I have to–what the hell are you doing?”

The latter part was directed to Hyunjin, who was standing right in front of her as she opened the door.

“Relax,” Hyunjin smiled a very much fake smile, “I was on my way to the balcony.”

They both knew it was a lie–Hyunjin not bothering to try and make a more believable expression. Yeji closed her father’s door with a loud thud. She waited for her cousin to say something, but he only stared back, his plastic smile not leaving his face.

“Well do you have anything to say to me, Hyunjin?” Yeji asked, crossing her arms. Hyunjin’s smile only grew wider.

“Only one,” He said as he eyed the door, knowing full well that Lord and Lady Hwang could hear their conversation, “I just can’t wait to go to this party, jiāchǒu bùkě wàiyáng.”

Yeji stiffened, satisfied with the reaction he had caused, he turned around merrily and left. He shoved his hands to his pockets as a whistle from a song left his lips.

The family’s shame shouldn’t be exposed.

“Méiyǒu shé me kě jiēlù de,” Yeji muttered. She stomped as she went down the stairs, glaring at the relatives who were still near the crime scene, happily going on with their latest gossip they just had to share. She made a beeline towards the kitchen to see Karina seated on the counter chomping down on an apple. She had no idea how Karina managed to find an appetite when she was seated right in front of a huge stain of blood.

“So?” Yeji asked as she tapped the counter beside her cousin.

“What? Oh, I gave up trying to remove the stains ten minutes ago.” Karina answered as she took another bite of her apple. After chewing for a while, she tilted her heads towards the side as she looked at the stain.

“It kinda looks like a dog, don’t you think?” She asked as she looked at Yeji who looked at her with a concerned look on her face.

Yeji only stared at her as she swallowed her bite. “Too soon?”

“Way too soon,” Yeji replied, shaking her head. “You busy? I need your Rover ties.”

“For the nth time–” Karina answered, rolling her eyes as she tossed remnants of her apple towards the trash bin, “I do not have Rover ties. What am I finding though?”

Yeji grinned, one thing she loved about her cousin was her eagerness to play spy and to go to unknown grounds. “Jinyoung Park’s address.”

Karina only needed to wrinkle her face, not quite surprised for the sudden request. Yeji could ask her to go get the weirdest most bizarre things, and she would still oblige. Yeji didn’t need to reason out her request as Karina leaped from the counter and feigned a salute to her cousin, her lips turning into a quick smirk. “Yes sir!”

…

“Lice?” Jeno echoed in disbelief

“Lice-like,” Kun corrected, head shaking in the process. He examined a strip of skin he collected from the corpse Jaemin and Haechan brought back to them. They could see the tiny bulges of pockets where the dead insects resided. Jaemin was turning pale while Haechan had his fingers placed on his mouth.

“They jump from one host to another like lice through the hair, I believe they only die when the host dies.” Kun went on as he further pressed onto the membrane, beside him was Doyoung audibly gagging from the sudden autopsy they had to perform. Nevertheless, the Neos had seen far stranger things.

“Oh good heavens,” Jaemin suddenly blurted, feeling dizzy as he gripped onto the table. “We could have been infected.”

Haechan made an exaggerated groan, “They’re dead already,” He said as he motioned towards the insects and the dead body.

“And yet you made me dissect that,” Jaemin retorted, recalling the previous scenes. He shuddered, suddenly remembering how disgusting it was. His body was on full vibrate mode, “How–”

“Gentlemen,” Jeno prompted, his fingers drumming the table he leaned on. He suddenly felt like all the oxygen from the lab was being sucked out, he couldn’t breathe. He had already woken up with a throbbing headache since he wasn’t able to get a good sleep. He tried to redirect Jaemin’s and Haechan’s attention back to Kun, but it didn’t work.

“I told you, my hands were full.”

“You were holding two knives, you could have easily slipped them in your goddamn pockets.”

Jeno gave an apologetic smile to Kun, there was no way he could get Jaemin and Haechan to stop. When the two weren’t busy discussing theories or other normal things, they would argue. Most of the time, it would be about nonsense things that shouldn’t be worth debating over. They would get so engaged in each other until you could see one of their faces going red, or vines starting to pop out from their necks.

“As I was saying,” Kun continued, realizing the two men infront of him had no signs of stopping anytime soon, “since we have much more advanced resources in our facilities than all of Seoul, I could try manufacturing a cure, if that sounds good to you.”

“The only thing that sounds good to me is when you finally shut the fuck up!” Jaemin suddenly exclaimed to Haechan, causing Kun and Jeno to turn their attention once again to them.

“Yes,” Jeno pleaded, making Kun smile a boring smile to him. “That would be great. Thank you, Kun–”

“Don’t thank me yet, Mr. Lee.” Kun tutted, “I can’t manufacture anything without you and your friends’ help.” Kun’s last statement effectively made Jaemin and Haechan to stop fighting. They exchanged glances and slowly turned towards Kun, who was serious as a priest giving a sermon.

“Anything,” Jeno promised, making Jaemin quirk a brow as Haechan nudged him to prevent hearing his whining. “I need to run live experiments,” Kun nodded to himself, “Yes, a live victim. You must find me a live victim.”

“A live–”

This time it was Jeno’s turn to nudge Jaemin’s side.

“Noted,” Jeno said quickly, hoping his two friends would stay silent, “we’re on it. Thank you, Kun. Truly.”

When Kun nodded to them, Jeno pushed himself off the table he was previously leaning on. He quickly dragged both his friend and cousin towards the exit. Jeno was rather quite impressed when Jaemin managed to stay silent the whole time they were making their way towards the doors, not hearing a single whine nor complaint leave his lips. It was only when they were under the dark sky clouding the city did Jaemin finally burst.

“Ya! What the hell?! How the hell are we supposed to find a live victim?! Who the hell would be our live victim?! You know what, don’t answer that. I volunteer in Haechan to be the experimental–Ow!” Jaemin’s rant came to a stop once he felt Haechan’s palm smack him on the head. Jeno sighed as he continued to walk, kicking a few pebbles blocking his way. Jaemin, full of energy as always, was bouncing.

“Careful,” his cousin warned. “Might trip on a pebble.”

“You’re giving me a headache.” Jeno replied as he turned around.

“How are we supposed to know a victim is a victim?” Jaemin went on as he ignored them both, “We only know they were infected once they have succumbed to it! Not to mention they only have a solid five minutes left before they die.”

Jeno shut his eyes momentarily, when he opened them again he felt like he could fall asleep that instant. “I don’t know.”

The walk home was just Jaemin and Haechan bickering once again. Jeno barely contributed to their usual debate for his headache only grew worse. Once they reached the entrance of the main mansion, Jeno could only muster a quiet farewell, leaving Jaemin and Haechan to stare at him. They understood him though, they knew Jeno always got silent when he had too many thoughts clouding his head.

Jeno meekly opened the heavy entrance doors. All he needed was a quick nap and maybe a few pills to ease his throbbing headache so that he could come up with a plan for Kun’s–

“Jeno,”

Jeno’s head jerked up to his father looking down on him from the top step of the staircase. His eyes narrowed at him per usual, his lips forming into a thin line.

“Yes?”

Without saying a word, he extended his hand to give Jeno a piece of paper. He thought that his father would come down to meet him midway, but Lord Lee only remained where he stood. This caused Jeno to hurriedly come up the stairs to keep his father from waiting. The piece of paper turned out to be an invitation with a name and address written in reflective silver ink.

“Find him,” Lord Lee sneered when Jeno looked up for an explanation. “I have heard from my advisors that the Rovers may be the center of all this madness.”

Jeno’s fingers tightened on the invitation he held, “What?” He asked, quite taken aback on the sudden request, “But the Rovers have been trying to be on our side for years–”

“Yet we push them away everytime,” Lord Lee refuted, not interested in what his son had to say, “Obviously they are changing strategies, trying to side with the Vipers seeing as we lost them. Before they could do anything we must counter them immediately. Stop them.”

Was it simply the Rovers’ strategy? Were they trying to kill all those in a gang or mafia so that the violence could finally stop? Were they trying to panic the crowd so that the crowd would listen to them? So they could rule over?

“How am I to stop a whole political party?” Jeno murmured quietly, “How am I to–”

Before Jeno continued, his father had slapped him on the head causing him to grip on the stair’s railing to prevent him from falling down the stairs. He moved away from his father, hoping he could avoid a second hit. He shouldn’t have countered his father vocally when he was an arm’s length away.

“I gave you a name and an address, did I not?” Lord Lee snapped, growing impatient with his own son. “Go. See how true the word on the street is.”

With that, his father returned to his own office, not even bothering to glance back at his son. He gripped the piece of paper tightly, his head throbbing worse than before, Jeno inhaled before muttering bitterly,

“As you wish.”

#jeno mafia au #jeno mafia #nct mafia #nct mafia au #nct dream #nct dream mafia au #jeno lee #nctitzy #yeji mafia au #yeji mafia #jeno angst #jeno smut #jeno fluff #aespa au #aespa mafia au #yejeno au #yejeno

[notyoursterotypicalnerd]

Numbers

Word count: 1790

Cameos: Graham Norton and Daniel Radcliffe (don’t ask why)

Synopsis: Running late to her interview on the Graham Norton show, she arrives wearing a latex dress and having to give a good excuse on why she’s wearing something that’s considered heavily sexual; only one person on the lounge knows the true reason and that’s Henry Cavill.

Original a/n: X

A/N: Let’s see how this one works….might even be a pre-hype for chapter 6 of Uncomfortable . Also, sound note, due to researching bdsm I got hyper curious; I’m an outsider looking in and my knowledge of bdsm is purely from research and not uh...being in..yeah...

Warning: P*RN! (I’m kidding!! Or am I?). Fingering (male giving/female receiving), hand job (female attempting to give/male receiving), daddy/princess/ naughty girl/baby being used.

I’m not sure if this will be a one off or if I’ll keep going….so until than..hopefully enjoy.

For your listening pleasure: Spotify playlist.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Y/N” Graham Norton said as he stood up.

The two male guests turned their attention to the back entrance of the stage; watching as she walked out.

“I’m so sorry I’m late” She hugged Graham.

“Look at you” Graham wasn’t sure what to think of her in her black thigh length latex dress.

She blushed a little as Graham lead her over to the two other guests. She stepped towards Daniel Radcliffe “Oh my god, hi” She almost squealed as they hugged.

“Hi” Daniel was used to fans eagerly meeting him for the first time.

She stepped back; she was hesitant to interact with him. They were each other’s secret, he was the reason she was dressed like this.

“Hi” She smiled at Henry Cavill.

Henry carefully hugged her “Hi” he tried to hold back his words.

The three of them sat down; Graham looked down at his cue cards.

“So, I have to ask. What’s with the dress?” Graham looked up at her as she tried to get comfortable on the lounge without flashing the world her underwear.

She placed her hands over the skirt half of her dress; She turned her attention to Graham, Henry was intrigued to hear her reason. “Well, it’s part of the reason I was late.”

Henry kept his poker face on as she tried to avoid his gaze.

“Well, a friend of mine had their birthday party. Her theme of the party was leather and latex”

Graham and Daniel’s eyes widened.

Henry attempted to hold his composure. Is that what she’s calling it? He thought to himself.

“The guys had to dress in leather and the girls had to dress in latex. Unfortunately, I also forget about the time it takes to get from the party to here and didn’t have a chance to change clothes. So” She gave an awkward this is what you get shrug.

Henry was surprised to see how calm she was acting with her response. He had realised that she hadn’t looked at him once while she explained.

“How do I get an invite?” Daniel piped up as he tried to control his laughter.

“You just gotta know the right people” Y/N winked at him.

Graham was glad he didn’t have his wine in his hand as he heard that answer.

Henry noticed her little side eye glance at him as she turned her attention to the audience in front of her.

“I have no shame in what I do in the comfort of my own home” She smirked as members in the audience started to cheer.

Henry studied her carefully as she picked up her glass of water.

“Right” Graham was lost for words as he looked down at his cue cards.

# # #

“And that’s all for tonight, join me next week when we sit down with Ralph Fiennes, Gary Oldman and David Tennant.” Graham spoke to the cameras before turning his attention to the guests on the lounge.

She was bright red from laughing all night; her first experience on the graham Norton show and it was the best interview she had, it helped that she had Henry Cavill and Daniel Radcliffe to bounce off with their energy including Graham Norton who kept digging at the right questions while keeping his guests in line.

The three guests stood up and walked backstage where staff for the show began to unmic them.

“It was absolutely lovely meeting you, Daniel” She said to him; she couldn’t believe that she had a chance to finally meet her childhood crush.

“Lovely to meet you as well Y/N” Daniel smiled “Did you want that photo now?”

“Oh, yes please” she bounced on the balls of her heels; Henry carefully watched her. She had only interacted with him when she had to, when the cameras were rolling, and he had noticed. “Thank you” she said to the person who finished unmic-ing her.

Her assistant pulled Y/N’s phone out of her bag “Smile” she said to Y/N and Daniel as they stood together. Kel took two photos.

“Again, thank you so much Daniel” she beamed.

“You’re welcome, hope I get to see you around again.” Daniel bid goodbye to everyone in the room as he and his assistant left the green room.

It just left Henry, Leah; his assistant, Kel and Y/N.

“I just have to run to the bathroom than we’re good to go” She said to Kel.

Henry was surprised to see how well Y/N was doing by ignoring him.

“It was lovely to see you Mr Cavill” She looked at Henry; she had broken his surprise.

“Likewise, Y/N.” Henry smirked. The four of them knew, they all knew but only two of them knew more than the other two.

“Right. Bathroom.” She spoke out loud to herself as she exited the green room and down the halls to find the toilets.

-          -     -

“Just be a moment” she called out when she heard a knock on the door. She was thankfully her underwear wasn’t latex. She began to turn on the taps when she heard the knock on the door again, this time it sounded impatient.

She gritted her teeth as the knocking continue; she unlocked the door and stood in surprise.

Henry pushed her back into the cubicle, he locked the door behind him.

“Latex and leather party, huh?” His hot breath squashed against her face.

She nodded slightly.

He used one hand to keep her pushed up against the wall of the cubicle while his other hand began to run up her thigh “And ignoring me all night? I thought you’d know better than to ignore me.”

Her hands ran down the front of his jacket “and I thought you knew better than to make me late.” She titled her head up slightly as she watched his poker face.

His hand stopped at the bikini line of her underwear “I can make you however late I like.”

Her hands moved down to his belt.

“Did I say you could touch my belt?” He breathed.

She nodded slightly.

“I don’t think so” The hand that was holding her against the wall moved down to her hands, pushing her hands away. While his hand in between her thighs began to trace the outside of her underwear.  “You teased me all afternoon, now it’s mine turn.”

“Teasing? Is that what you call it? I call it being professional” She moved her hands back to his belt.

“Professional?”

She could feel his thumb softly stroking the centre of her underwear; she could feel what he was doing. She kept her attention on him as her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He wasn’t stopping her this time. She wrapped one of her hands around his flaccid kraken; she watched as he shook his head, she bit down on her lower lip as she pouted slightly.

Henry began to move his index finger inside of her underwear; their eyes locked onto each other. Her hand still around his kraken, she hadn’t done anything, but she knew what she was doing. She could feel his index finger making a come here motion in between her legs.

She parted her lips slightly as she began to moan.

“Shh…”He hushed her; she leant forward, leaning on his shoulder trying to conceal her moans in the collar of his shirt.

She felt his index finger stroke faster; She tried to stroke his kraken, but Henry was distracting her with just one finger that she couldn’t keep her focus on him.

She carefully bit down on the collar of his jacket as Henry hit the right nerves inside of her; she wanted to scream out. She wanted to be loud; she could feel Henry’s upper body move as he began to laugh.

“Not...” She moaned “Fu…” she couldn’t finish the word funny as Henry moved his index finger out of her underwear “Nny.” She kissed his neck.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” Henry sounded strict.

“Yes” She nibbled at his ear.

“Naughty girl” Henry laughed a little; he used his other hand to push her away “Now it’s your turn to wait.”

She pouted “but I don’t want to.”

Henry brought his index finger up to his lips; he placed it in his mouth tasting her over his finger “You know the rules. Every time you ignore me...”

“Baby has to wait her turn” she finished his sentence.

Henry nodded before moving his hands to put himself back into his pants.

She crossed her arms against her chest as she pouted.

“You started it, I’m going to finish it.” Henry unlocked the cubicle door “Now don’t you have somewhere to be.”

She sighed as she gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Your not Kal, this won’t work on me.” Henry went back to his poker face.

“But I know what will.” She chewed down on her lower lip.

Henry rolled his eyes “Now, princess. Your assistant will send a search party if your in here for too long.” He gently moved Y/N out of the cubicle.

She adjusted the bottom of her dress and her underwear as Henry washed his hands. Henry looked up in the mirror’s reflection watching as she left him alone in the bathroom without a word being said.

She saw  Kel standing in the reception “Sorry, I got lost” she lied.

“Lost, is that what we’re calling it?” Kel remarked.

“Yes” She swiftly responded.

“How the two of you have managed to keep things private is behind Leah and I” Kel mentioned as she lead Y/N out of the studio building and to their awaiting car.

They both got into the backseat of the awaiting car; Kel heard a phone notification as they buckled into the backseat, she searched her bag and pulled out two phones. One was hers and the other was Y/N’s. Kel reached Y/N’s phone towards her.

Y/N took the phone and tapped her screen seeing a new message, she tapped it open.

10.

She knew what it meant, it meant that he wanted her home in 10 minutes; She looked at Kel “Are we going straight home?”

Kel looked down at her phone, checking the schedule in her phone “You have one more interview to pop to than you can head home.”

She leaned her head back on the headrest of the back seat “Okay” she moved her attention back to her phone. She flicked through her emojis and sent a halo faced emoji.

It was Henry and Y/N’s code for sorry to disappoint but you have to wait.

Henry sent back an instant message with a devil faced emoji.

It was Henry and Y/N’s code for your in for a hell of a time when we are together again.

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Stray Kids AU: 10th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Tori bringing chaos to Chan’s home in Australia (before they were dating obviously)

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“Thank you so much for the food, Mrs. Bang!” Tori smiled at the woman as she piled more food onto her plate.

“You guys deserved a nice meal, you’re working so hard.” Chan’s mother smiled. “And take some more of the ribs.”

Tori shook her head. Her plate was already covered in food, and it was seconds. “I’m technically supposed to be on a diet for the tour, but I’m cheating a little.”

She dropped two ribs on the plate anyways. “You can cheat a little bit more.”

Tori grinned. “Well I can’t argue with that.”

She hurried back to the table. The Australian weather agreed with her, and she was taking full advantage of her summer wardrobe. Though, she had to admit, the shorts and crop top were starting to get a bit chilly as the night settled in. She’d stolen Hyunjin’s flannel to keep out some of the chill.

She plopped herself down next to Jeongin, who had already demolished half of his second plate.

“Enjoying yourself?” She teased.

“So much!” He said with his mouth full. “The meat is so good.”

“I know, right?” Tori laughed, taking a bite of her ssam. “It’s so nice to have real food again.”

“I should get more.” He looked over to the food table. “Aw...there’s no more ribs.”

“Take mine, Jeonginnie.” She moved the two ribs to his plate, licking the sauce off of her fingers.

“But there yours.” He protested, but looked like he was seriously considering eating them.

Tori gestured to her plate. “I still have lots of food, and I’m starting to get full anyways.”

“THANKS!” He grabbed the first rip without hesitation. “You sure you don’t want the other one?”

“Nah, I’m already getting pudgy off of one meal.” She laughed.

Jeongin rolled his eyes, but still poked her stomach. “Pudge, pudge.”

Tori snorted. “Eat up, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

After dinner, they were all lounging around and struggling to accept the massive meal they’d just eaten. Tori decided to take the opportunity to go and get a glass of water. She wandered into the house, wiping her bare feet off on the mat. The kitchen was just down the hall, so she headed towards it.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!”

Chan’s voice carried from the kitchen, sounding a bit heated.

Tori, being a rational and well-adjusted adult, immediately hid around the corner.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” It was his mom, and Tori instantly sunk lower. Debating if she should sneak back out, she decided against it. If they saw her sneaking away, they’d know she’d been listening. And she didn’t want to be involved in any family drama.

“You’re the leader, Christopher, you’re supposed to look after your team!”

“MOM, it was two ribs!” Chan insisted. “She had two plates why are you mad at me because she decided she wasn’t hungry?”

Tori’s eyes widened. Maybe she was already involved in the family drama.

She heard a sigh, the type of sigh that instantly made her fear for Chan. “I told you that you had to be nice to her. She’s outnumbered and she told me she’s on a diet. Why is she on a diet?”

“We’re all on diets, Mom, we aren’t strict about it.” He tried to explain.

“I heard her tell Jeongin that she thought she was pudgy. Are you making her insecure?”

“She likes being pudgy.” Chan groaned. “She says it’s better for cuddling and hiding snacks.”

There was a very long stretch of silence. 

“Christopher.” His mother began. “Make sure she eats something.”

Tori heard footsteps and squeezed herself against the wall as Chan’s mom walked past. She heard rustling in the fridge, and then Chan stormed past.

She peeked into the kitchen, hurrying to get her glass of water before going back outside. Chan’s mom was preoccupied packing up all of the food, and Chan was nowhere to be seen.

“There you are.” 

She jinxed it.

“Hey.” She turned with an awkward smile. “Fancy meeting you here.”

He seemed blind to her awkwardness, and just plopped down on one of the picnic benches. She sat down next to him, taking a tentative sip of water.

“Something bothering you?” She asked, unsuccessful in her goal to sound nonchalant. 

“Urgh,” He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled something out, extending it to her.

She blinked. “A...dinner roll?”

“Technically...” He pulled out another one. “Two.”

Tori tilted her head. “Chan, you live here. I don’t think you need to hoard food.”

“It’s not for me.” He placed it on the table next to her. “Eat.”

“I’m ahh...not hungry, but thanks.” She took another sip of water.

“No choice.”

“But I ate a ton at dinner.” She whined.

“What if I pull the leader card?”

Tori shook her head.

“What if I tell you that if you don’t eat them I’ll be in a fight with my mom on one of the few times I get to see her?” He raised an eyebrow.

Tori sighed in defeat, grabbing one of the rolls of the table. “There’s fluff on it from your sweater.”

He brushed it off with a finger. “There you go.”

She took a bite, chewing on the bread. “I’m not supposed to eat carbs.”

“Don’t care.” He leaned back against the table as she ate. “My mom thinks I’m starving you so I have to prove her wrong.”

“If anything,” Tori squished the bread between her hands. “You overfeed me. You bought me two hot dogs yesterday.”

“Can you please go tell my mom that?” He smiled. “She was freaking out because you were giving food to Jeongin.”

“He’s a growing boy.” She finished the first roll and reached for the second. “And I really couldn’t eat another bite.”

“You seem to be doing okay right now.”

“Well, yeah.” She filled her cheeks with bread. “But I love bread.”

“You love food.” Chan corrected with a laugh. “And you’d better be prepared for a late night snack because she’s sending food back with us.”

“I was hoping we could get burgers.” She teased. 

Chan shook his head. “Pretty sure I have to send my mom a picture of you eating leftovers.”

“Ohh, can I wear my koala pyjamas?”

“You have koala pyjamas?”

“We went to the Australia Zoo today, of course I bought Koala pyjamas.” She wiped the crumbs off her hands. “They have a little hood with ears.”

“Really?” His eyes widened. “Then yes, you can wear your koala pyjamas.”

“Sweet.” Tori chewed on her cheek for a second. “Do you think you could build a house out of bread?”

“What?” Chan looked very confused. “We’re talking about how your diet is about to ruin my relationship with my mom and you want to know if you can make a house out of bread?”

“Yeah.” Tori nodded. “Not gingerbread. Like squishy bread.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because I could run around and bounce into the walls.”

Chan held a hand up and felt her forehead. “I think you have heatstroke.”

Tori sighed. “My genius is too much for this group.”

Chan snorted. “So our next album is going to feature a song about a bread house?”

“Watch me.” Tori winked. “Also...I snooped through your fridge while your mom was giving a tour and I want one of those ice cream sandwiches.”

Chan gave her a cheeky grin. “Then let’s go.”

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Blue Eyes Part 27

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 27: Ella and Alfie discuss their potential family. At Lizzie’s party, Ella grows exhausted by her brother’s lack of common sense. 

   “Crucified, Ada. Fucking strung up on a bloody cross and shot.” Ella was smoking on the front steps of Midland with her sister. “It’s all going to shit. Tommy’s gone mad.”

           “It’ll be okay.” Ada tried to assure her. She wanted to have faith in their brother. Wanted to believe that he could crush the fascist movement. If there was a man to do it, then Tommy Shelby was the one.

           “Mosley is trying to get to my fucking husband. I swear to God if anything happens to Alfie…”

           Ada hushed her as their sister-in-law came out. “We’re here to take you to the clinic.” She stopped Gina.

           Ella took the woman in. She was beautiful, and no doubt that was what drew Michael to her in the first place. Dressed smartly, she looked like a movie star. “Nice to meet you, sister.” She said and flicked her cigarette to the sidewalk.

           Gina didn’t appear pleased. “I already told Michael, my husband or no one.��

           Ella frowned. The retort put her off almost instantly. “Well, Michael’s not here and we’ve got a car.”

           “There are taxis, even in this fucking city.”

           She scoffed. “This city? Our family owns this city, so you might as well give it some respect.” Sure, Birmingham had some bad memories and maybe Ella preferred London or Margate. But she highly disliked Gina’s tone when talking about Small Heath.

           Ada stepped in before Ella got nasty. “Look, if they don’t hear a heartbeat, they’re going to give you options, none of which are nice.”

           Gina didn’t listen to her appeal. “My husband may do as he told but I don’t.”

           Ella’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe you should be a little more accommodating to your new family?” She spoke tersely. “We’ve come as support.”

           “I don’t need support,” Gina replied.

           Thoroughly finished with her dismissive attitude, Ella couldn’t hold her tongue even though Ada gave her a warning glance. “Some of us don’t have the privilege of getting pregnant.” Her voice full of venom. “So why don’t you accept the company and stop being so fucking cold?”

           Gina’s mouth popped up in disbelief. But Ada spoke up again to try and stop the situation from becoming hostile. “C’mon, let’s all just start over again.” She said gently. “We genuinely want to be here for you and Michael.”

           Gina held her purse close to her body and took a deep breath.” Fine.” She agreed and continued down the steps toward the car.

           “Relax,” Ada whispered to her sister before she followed Gina.

           “If she’s going to take an attitude with me…”

           “Just leave it.” Ella’s older sister warned. “This isn’t the time to create rifts in the family.”

           “She’s not family,” Ella muttered under her breath but held her tongue for the rest of the day.

~~~~~~~~~

           “Special delivery.” Alfie came into the sitting room and handed Ella an envelope.

           “Hm, I don’t remember the postman being so lovely.” She teased and drew him close for a kiss.

           He chuckled against her lips. “Cheeky girl.”

           After he pulled away, Ella carefully tore open the thick envelope. “Let’s see…” She pulled out the cream-colored invitation with careful penmanship. “It’s an invitation to Lizzie’s party.” She’d been expecting it ever since her brother mentioned the occasion.

           “Right, penned it my diary.” Alfie agreed and settled into his armchair with a heavy sigh. “Just a dinner, right?”

           Ella frowned. “No.”

           “No?”

           “There’s going to be a ballet. A ballet?” She read over the words a few more times in disbelief. “A ballet at Arrow House? How on Earth…”

           “Now hang on, I didn’t agree to go to a ballet.” Alfie protested, a look of grief crossing his face.

           “Well, I didn’t either!” Ella exclaimed and tossed the invitation to the table. “Bollocks.”

           He chuckled. “What? I thought you’d like a ballet.”

           “Why would you think that?”

           The man shrugged and cracked his knuckles. “You’re a woman.”

           His wife scoffed and raised an eyebrow at him almost in a challenge. “So, I should automatically enjoy ballets?”

           Alfie knew when he was beat. He’d made the mistake of underestimating his wife before, so he decided to admit defeat. “I supposed an abhorrence for ballet can be universal.”

           Ella grimaced at the invitation as if it was leering at her from the table. Typical of Tommy to try and get his family to obey the social laws of Britain’s elite. He wanted so desperately for the Shelby family to fit into the social standing. They weren’t made of old money. None of them had inherited a cent. Instead, they made their way, something that most of Britain’s old money would never understand. What was the use in trying to pretend they were one in the same with people who were born in estates and never went hungry? In Ella’s eyes, they were weak and weren’t cut out for the real world like the Shelbys were. They could play both cards, mingling at a social function and wouldn’t be afraid to walk home through every dark alley. The streets were more afraid of them.

           “I need to walk.” Ella stood up. “I don’t want to think about this.”

           “Do you want some company?” Alfie offered.

           She nodded. “If your hip isn’t giving you too much trouble.”

           He heaved himself up out of his chair and whistled for Cyril and Anthea. “Of course not.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

           After bundling up properly and getting the dogs on leads, Ella and Alfie left their flat. Arm in arm, the two were a familiar sight in Camden. The couple frequently took walks together either during Alfie’s lunch break or in the evening when he returned home. Passersby tipped their caps and gave a polite greeting. Sometimes they stopped to chat with neighbors they were close with. It was a familiar landscape and Ella appreciated that. Camden had been her home for so long that she didn’t feel like an outsider as she used to. She wasn’t Jewish but the community had accepted her best they could. Whether it was out of their good graces or fear of backlash from Alfie, Ella wasn’t too sure. But that didn’t matter anymore.

           Passing through Camden Gardens, they arrived at the canal. The dogs tugged on their leads, barking at the ducks that swam past them.            

           “Tommy asked whether we would ever consider adoption,” Ella told Alfie.

           “We’ve already got two dogs, ain’t got enough space for another one.” He replied his mind clearly elsewhere.

           “Not adopting dogs, silly, adopting a child.” She prodded his arm.

           That snapped Alfie out of his daze. He glanced over at her in surprise. “Adoption…what’d you say?”

           “Well, I said we hadn’t thought about it much.” She replied with a shrug. “We haven’t talked much about children at all.”

           Alfie chewed on the inside of his cheek. He had thought about children after the miscarriage. He thought frequently about the things they’d lost and how their children would be nearly three years old had they survived. He tried to imagine how different their lives would be. Chaotic, perhaps, with two toddlers and two dogs. But how lovely it would’ve been. Other than ruminating over what could have been, Alfie hadn’t considered the future of having a family. The doctors pretty much assured Ella that she wouldn’t be able to have children after the shooting. So, they could mourn, but Alfie hadn’t considered the option of adopting. Maybe he’d been caught up on the idea that he wanted children that were his own blood. Was it selfish? Maybe, but it was something he often thought of.

           “I didn’t want to upset you.”

           Ella nodded in understanding. “It’s been a while though.” She reminded him. “Maybe we should talk about it.”

           He met her eyes and considered the possibility. "We can talk about it.”

           There was a silence between them as they stood by the canal. Anthea sat between them, her ears perking up every so often with passing sounds of cars and other people walking.

           “I would like children.” Ella broke the silence. “And wouldn’t it be nice that we could give a child a good home?”

           It did appeal to Alfie’s altruistic side. The man that would take home any pup he found discarded in the street. And to make his wife happy, well there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do. “Right…but m’fraid that once we adopt one, we won’t stop. Soon it’ll be ten kids all running ‘round the flat because we couldn’t turn them away.” He grinned.

           Ella smiled and touched his chest. “Well, we’ll start with one, how ‘bout that?”

           He nodded and kissed her forehead. “Tommy’ll help us out then?”

           “Well, he owns several orphanages so I’m sure he would.”

           Alfie smiled and hugged his wife close. “I want you to be happy. You being happy makes me fucking happy as can be. You want ten kids; we’ll adopt ten kids.”  

           She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think you just want a big Jewish family.” She teased.

           “Well, it were destined, weren’t it? ‘Ccording to me mum at least.”

           “You’ll be the perfect father,” Ella confirmed. “Any child would be lucky to have you as a father.”

           Alfie rested his chin on top of her head as she cuddled into him. He wasn’t quite sure about that. But it didn’t diminish the desire to have a family with Ella.

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           The idea of a ballet was nauseating for both Ella and Alfie. But Shelby family events weren’t to be missed unless you were dying in a hospital or going into labor. Since the couple was neither dying nor delivering a baby, they had to attend. Alfie, at least, had the joy of seeing his wife all dressed up like a member of the royal family.

           “Happy birthday, Lizzie.” Ella kissed her sister-in-law’s cheek. “Hope you’re well.”

           “So glad you could make it.” She replied and greeted Alfie. “I hope the drive wasn’t too much of a bother.”

           “Not at all.”

           “Where’s Tommy then?” Alfie looked around the room of elite members of British society.

           “I saw him going into the big room to talk to Mosley,” Polly answered after hugging her niece.

           Ella bristled. “He invited that man?” She snapped. “On what grounds?”

           “On the grounds that he wants to get closer to him,” Lizzie replied with a less than pleased expression on her face.

           Ella looked to Alfie but he just shrugged. She took his arm with a sigh. “Just don’t leave my side.” She mumbled to him. The last thing she wanted was to be caught alone with the MP.

           “Of course.” He replied softly. But secretly, he was hoping to get time alone with the man. Time alone to warn him that if Alfie ever caught him sniffing around Ella, he’d end up buried alive. “Oh look, there’s Michael.” It had been a while since Alfie had gotten a chance to harass the young man.

           “Ella, stay behind for a moment.” Polly requested.

           Reluctantly, Ella let Alfie slip away from her on the promise that he wouldn’t venture too far for too long. “Yes?” She asked her aunt.

           “There’s a woman here asking after your husband.” She directed her niece’s attention toward the blonde woman standing by the fireplace.

           Ella almost would’ve laughed at the absurdity. “Oh yes, we’ve met.”

           Polly frowned. “Who is she?”

           “Why don’t you ask Tommy and his best friend?” She stopped a waiter and grabbed a flute of champagne. “She apparently wants to conduct business with Alfie. She was sent by Tommy but she works for Mosley.”

           “What do you make of it?”

           Ella downed the champagne and made a face. “All I know is he better stop.” She snarled. “This isn’t about Alfie.”

           Polly sighed and kissed her niece’s temple. “Well, you look beautiful. Just try to keep your chin up.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

           Alfie kept his promise and stayed by his wife. He stayed by her when Tommy waved them both over.

           Ella’s grip tightened on her husband’s hand when she saw Oswald Mosley standing beside her brother and sister-in-law.

           “Am I gonna hafta hold you back, love?” Alfie teased. But inside, his blood was boiling. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to take this poor excuse for a man out back and blow his brains out.

           She gritted her teeth. “Perhaps.”

            Tommy cleared his throat as the two approached. “Alfie, I’d like you to meet Oswald Mosley. Mr. Mosley, this is my sister’s husband, Alfie Solomons.”

           The MP put on a nice smile but there was a hint of smugness behind it. As if he knew he already won. “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Solomons.”

           “Does it? Well, I s’pose people talk, don’t they?” Alfie was on edge but didn’t show it. He could walk into the belly of the beast with a self-assured smile on his face and a laid-back demeanor. It’s how he called the bluff of so many men who wanted to destroy him. “But this night is about me sister-in-law. Mazel Tov, Lizzie.”

           The Hebrew seemed to cause an involuntary twitch in Mosley’s face. But he recovered quickly. “Yes, the birthday girl. In an effort of being honest with each other, I believe it was a bottle of champagne and an evening well spent.”

           Ella’s jaw dropped. “You little-”

           Lizzie stopped her from going off on the man. She reached into her purse and pulled out a coin. “Actually, it was an evening wasted.” She plopped the coin into Mosley’s drink. “For the champagne and brandy you bought me. I appear to recall it was the booze that put you to sleep prematurely.”

           Tommy, Polly, and Ella all hid their smiles in their drinks. Alfie, on the other hand, wasn’t as good as holding back. He burst out laughing and clinked his glass with Lizzie’s. “I tell ya, Mosley, you ain’t never known a strong woman ‘til you’ve married into the Shelby family. Mazel Tov, Lizzie. Happy birthday, love.”

           Before tempers flared, Tommy stepped in. “The dance will be beginning soon.” He explained and began to direct them towards the back door.

           Ella pointedly looked a Mosley before leaning in to kiss Alfie. “I love you.” She murmured adoringly.  

~~~~~~~~~~~

           Alfie was close to falling asleep. He wasn’t quite out cold like Arthur was, but he was dozing off. Ella was a bit more attentive but wasn’t completely taken by the ballet. If anything, she was a bit concerned, she didn’t think humans could be so flexible. It was quite alarming.  

           Bored, she glanced over to see her aunt had disappeared. At the same time, Tommy was trying to get Arthur’s attention.

           Ella kicked her eldest brother awake. “Psst.” She pointed over to Tommy once Arthur stirred. She noticed a pair of headlights flooding over the lawn and became a bit unnerved. It was unlikely to be a late guest.

           Alfie grumbled under his breath when he felt his wife shift in her seat. “El, where’ya going? Is it over?”

           “No, stay here.” She whispered and quietly slipped out of her seat and out of the tent. She tried to catch up with her brother but his strides were much longer than hers. Halfway across the lawn, she paused to try and see who was standing in front of the headlights. Before her eyes

could adjust to the blinding light, she heard a loud gunshot crack across the dark night. Instinct brought her to the ground. Curling into herself and protecting her stomach.

           Everything went quiet for a moment. In the distance, she could hear the music from the ballet as it came to a bloody conclusion.

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - DAY OUT

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Count: 2,350ish

Summary: Tony takes Bailey out for the day. It doesn't go how either of them hoped it would. 

The morning came too quick and I was woken up by someone jumping on my bed. I peaked my eyes open to find that it was Tony. I quickly pulled my covers over my head. What was he thinking? Is he an actual five year old? And why was he suddenly excited to spend time together?

“Ugh!” I groaned as I rolled onto my side.

“Wake up sleepy head,” Tony yelled.

“No! It’s too early!”

He continued to jump. “No, it’s not! I’ve cleared my schedule for the day.”

I peaked over my covers, lifting a wondering eyebrow at him. “You cleared your schedule?”

“Yupp.” 

“So I get you to myself the whole day?”

“The whole day,” Tony repeated as he jumped off the bed. “Now get up and get ready.” He grabbed my covers and ripped them off of me.

“Aahh!” I squealed, curling up in a ball and hiding my head under my pillow.

“Come on kid! You’re no fun… Okay, if you don’t get off the bed in five seconds, then I’m going to tickle you until you get off.”

I leaped off the bed. “I’m up! I’m up!”

Tony laughed. “Dad one, daughter zero.” I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it. “Ow!” He rubbed his arm playfully.

“Daughter one, Dad one,” I laughed back.

“Ha, ha, ha. Very funny,” he joked. “Now, hurry up.” He waved me towards the bathroom. “I’ll met you in the garage in thirty minutes.”

He jogged out of my room and into the elevator. I stood there, confused. That was… unexpected. I shrugged it off and went over to my closet. I grabbed my favorite light blue t-shirt, high waisted black jeans, and white leather jacket. Quickly, I took a shower, got dressed, and then dried my hair. I grabbed a baseball cap and sunglasses, stuffing them into a small backpack as I headed into the elevator. FRIDAY obviously knew where I needed to go because the second I was fully in the elevator, it began moving down. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I saw Tony leaning against a silver car, sunglasses on, tossing the car key up in the air.

“There you are kid,” Tony smiled. “You ready?”

“What exactly should I be ready for?” I asked, herding over to the passengers side.

Tony opened the drivers door, slipping into the seat as he spoke. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“Really?” I slipped into the car myself. “You aren’t going to tell me what you have planned?”

“Nope,” he teases, popping the ‘p’ as he spoke. He revived up the car and we sped off.

I turned to him, flicking his arm to get his attention. “Not even a little hint?” I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could. “Pretty please.”

“You know those puppy eyes don’t work on me, B.”

“I seem to recall, a few months ago, when I wanted to add a mini lab to my floor, that the puppy dog eyes worked wonders.”

“Well they’re not gonna work on me today.” I groaned, folding my arms over my chest and began pouting. Tony playfully shoved me with his elbow. “Lighten up, sweetheart. Just have fun and enjoy the ride.”

“Well, we can’t go very many places, since the public doesn’t know you have a child. And you said I’m not an intern today. So, where exactly are you taking me?”

“Again, B, you’re just going to have to wait and see.”

I sighed, relenting. Setting my head back on the head rest, I leaned my seat back a little and watched out the window. This was going to be a really long day if he was going to act like this the whole time. I watched out the window as the scenery changed from the business of the city to the trees and small towns. It was beautiful, peaceful even. As we drove passed the small cities, I became jealous of the people living in them. They didn’t have to worry about fighting off bad guys, the end of the world. They didn’t have to worry about having powers or that an evil organization might be after them. I wanted that. The simple life. I was so caught up in my jealously, that I hadn’t realized that we had stopped.

“Kid,” Tony said, waving a hand in front of my face to get my attention. “Earth to Bailey.”

“I’m sorry,” I shook my thoughts away.

“What were you thinking about?”

“The simple life.”

“The simple life, huh?” 

He glanced at me and a looked out the window. If I would have turned around, I would have been able to see that he longed to give me and Pepper that. But he knew that it wasn’t in the cards.

As I glanced around, I took note that we were in a small town. It was beautiful. Our car was clearly out of place though. It seemed quiet and that no one would really care about us being here. Tony had steeped out of the car as I was looking around. 

“You planning on joining me, B?” He wondered, bending down to look at me.

I nodded as I exited the car. “Where are we?”

“Upstate New York. I found this small town when I was looking for a site for the new facility.” Tony walked around the car and stood next to me.

“It’s wonderful,” I said in awe. “Are you sur—“

“We’re going to be fine. People will notice but it’s a small enough town that people don’t care.” He swung his arm over my shoulders. “Let’s go.”

I smiled up at him, snaking my arm around his waist. We walked up onto the side walk and wandered around town until we found a small diner we wanted to eat at. After being seated in a booth, we ordered a bunch of food to share. We began talking and laughing about old memories, things that Tony was building, the company, Pepper, and my school work.

“Wait a minute,” Tony said, just before he finished chewing a part of his hamburger. “You’re going to be done with your associates by the end of August?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.

“What’s the rush?”

“I just really want to get it done and over with. I’m ready to do more with my life.” I tossed a few fries in my mouth.

“I get that.” Tony took a sip of his drink. “What exactly is it that you want to do?”

“Umm.. well, I haven’t exactly figure that out yet. I’m thinking no to majoring in business, but on the another hand I don’t really have a choice with that one. Do I?”

Tony nodded. “True,” he chuckled. “Stark Industries will be yours one day.”

“So I was thinking maybe double majoring? If I decide to continue my education.”

“What do you mean, if you decide to?”

“Well, I’m thinking once I’m done with my associates, I’ll take a little break and focus on training, building cool stuff, and maybe just shadow around at Stark Industries. If I do continue my education, I’ll want to actually attend school.” 

I carefully looked at Tony as that last sentence rolled off my tongue, but I honestly couldn’t read him at the moment. I couldn’t tell if he wanted me to go to college or he wanted me to stay ‘locked away’, as I often put it, with I’m and the team forever.

“I think that’s a good idea,” he thoughtfully began. “Well, the building cool things part and involving yourself in the company more. I’m not so sure about you actually attending college or training anymore than you actually are.”

I rolled my eyes and glared down at my plate. “Of course,” I grumbled. “Why did I think you’d even listen?”

“It’s just not safe, either option. Plus, I don’t feel that you’re ready and you’re too young to be a team member.” He took another bite of his hamburger.

“Wanda isn’t much older than me! Plus, you haven’t even seen me in action. How would you even know if I’m ready or not?”

“Ultron,” he plainly stated. “The Ultron incident is how I know.”

“Ultron was different!” I set my elbows on the table and began rubbing my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

“What you do mean, Ultron was different? Is this about what he said to you or…” He observed me for a few seconds. “Something else happened,” he simply stated.

“I can’t do this right now,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Bailey, what happened?” I stayed silent, trying to keep my breathing steady. “Bailey—“

“I can’t do this right now!” I angrily said as I slid out of the booth, tears threatening to escape my eyes.

“Kid, you’re making a scene,” Tony whispered through his teeth as he glanced around. People were started to look over. “Sit down.”

I shook my head. “No. I need to clear my head,” I started walking towards the diner door.

“Bailey,” I heard Tony’s footsteps following.

“I need some space.”

Tony’s hand grabbed my upper arm. “Bail—“

I quickly yanked my arm out of his grip, stumbling backwards as I did and knocking over the tables and chairs that were behind me.

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted.

Tony’s eyes grew wide with worry and confusion, a little hurt even. I quickly turned around and leaped over the fallen furniture, running out of the diner. I booked it down a few blocks to an intersection, not paying attention to whether Tony was following me or not. Quickly turning left, I continued running down the sidewalk.

“Bailey!” I heard Tony yell, but it wasn’t too close.

I ran faster, finally stopped once I found a small alley and knew that he wasn’t close enough to see me enter it. I went straight to the farthest corner, turned around, and collapsed into it. Hot tears were cascading down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest and set my head in my hands. I sat there and sobbed. I was ruining my relationship with Tony just as much as he was. I couldn’t forgive him for missing out on parts of my life, not wanting me to train… But I was also not opening up to him like I used to, not telling him everything. I’m keeping secrets from him, secrets I don’t even understand. I let myself freak out over the little things. I let myself freak out at him. How am I going to make any of this better? How am I suppose fix any of this? I don’t know how long I was in that alley for before Tony finally found me. I heard footsteps before I heard his voice.

“Bailey!” He worriedly shouted. He crouched down once he reached me, pulling my hands from my face to grip them in his own. “I was worried sick!”

“I’m sorry…” I mumbled, unable to look at him.

“Look at me sweetheart,” he pleaded. I closed my eyes and kept my head down. He gently shook me a little. “Look at me.” I finally relented and looked up at him. His eyes were red and his face was a bit puffy. He had been crying. I made my Dad, the Tony Stark, cry. Guilt ran through me.

“Don’t ever run away like that again, you hear? I almost called everybody out here to come search for you but Pepper talked me down. Gosh, B…” He moved some hair behind my ear. “You really scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” I quietly repeated.

“Are you hurt?” He looked me over, checking if he could see anything wrong.

I shook my head. “I didn’t mean to freak out like that… Or worry you… I’m sorry. I really am.” I looked down again.

Tony gently put his hand on my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. “It’s okay sweetheart. I know that you’ve been really bust and that—“ He sighed heavily. “And that I’ve been busy too and haven’t been there for you lately like I used to. I will try harder, okay? But… But I need you to be honest with me. I need you to tell me what’s going on. You’ve been keeping something since Ultron. I know it.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course,” I sniffled.

“Then why the secrets? I’m worried that you’re keeping something from me that I can help you with.”

“I-I’m scared.”

Tony’s thumb gently wiped away some of the tears sliding down my cheek. “Of what?” I took a deep breath, realizing that it was now or never to start talking. Tony noticed that I was hesitating. “Sweetheart… what’s scaring you?”

“I’m scared that you won’t want me anymore,” I whispered, and if he wasn’t so close to me, Tony wouldn’t have heard it. “That once everything’s out in the open… once everyone knows the truth, even myself, that no one will want me anymore… I’m scared that my parents were right to send me away.”

“That I won’t want you?” He repeated, confused. “You’re my daughter. No matter what happened before we crossed paths… What’s got you so scared that you’re thinking that?”

“My files.”

“Your files? Like your—“

“HYDRA and SHIELD files.”

“What could possibly—“

“C-can… can we go home?” I pleaded with him. “I-I promise I’ll tell you everything when we get there.”

Tony nodded. “Of course. Let’s go.”

Tony pulled the car key out of his pocket and pushed the button, summoning the car. He grabbed my arms and helped me up. He put an arm around me and we walked out of the alley to the car. We were silent the whole way home. I didn’t know what I was going to say. I really didn’t even know what was going on. All I knew is that I was scared of how Tony would react.

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[elopez7228]

Scenic Route 11/47

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Rey swept a lock of hair behind her ear as she shouldered her bag and put a leash on BB8. The place was cozy, with rustic wood paneling and classic leather futons. She recognized a few members of The Knights as she entered the lobby. The drummer, the backup singer, and the towering, black-clad silhouette of Ben himself. He had his back turned to her, his shoulders even broader than she last remembered.

“Looking for someone?”

Rey jumped, turning around. Mohawk girl—the one who had been all over Ben at the concert last time—stood frowning before her. It felt like the room temperature had plummeted, and Rey tried her best to recover her sangfroid.

“Hello, I’m Rey. You’re the guitarist aren’t you? I really liked your concert in Denver that night...Ben said I should come by.”

“What do you want with Kylo?”

Rey noted that her companion was sticking to their stage names and she decided to do the same.

“I don’t mean any harm, he did me a favor a while ago and I want to thank him, that’s all,” she tried to remain casual.

“I’ll pass it on. Anything else?”

Okay...she hadn’t realized he had a security team. And she was done with being manhandled and manipulated. For two whole weeks she had been treated like some half-witted puppet on a string. She stood a little taller in her heels.

“Yes, actually. I’ve got a date with Kylo, and since you seem to be his secretary, we’ll have two coffees, thanks,” she replied tartly.

Without waiting for a response, she left mohawk lady and walked towards Ben at a steady pace. Noticing her approach, the girl talking to Ben signaled for him to turn around.  

Rey smiled nervously. Were they going to come to blows again? For a fraction of a second she imagined his unforgiving glare, the same one he had when he ran into her in the street. A look that had frightened her, actually.

But he turned on his heels and smiled.

Was that a smile? The corner of his mouth curved into something wicked, a smirk somewhere between satisfaction and victory.

Rey barely had time to open her mouth before BB8 started growling and twisting at the end of her leash. She looked at the dog in surprise, BB had always been so well behaved! Now the dog crouched defensively on her front paws, bearing her teeth and snarling menacingly.

Ben too, was no longer smiling. His eyes were locked on the dog and his expression was equally defiant and bitter.

Shocked, Rey pulled on BB8’s leash to regain her attention and reprimanded her through gritted teeth, “BB8! Stop it! What’s gotten into you? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

But the dog kept growling, back arched. She barked aggressively when Ben tried to move. Rey grabbed her by the collar as she addressed him with an apologetic smile. “Pardon me,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly in embarrassment, “I’ll go put her in the car so she can calm down.”

Again, she didn’t wait for a response as she made a beeline for the sliding doors of the entrance, holding BB8 firmly by the collar.

She made it to the parking in record time, brusquely putting the dog in the backseat. BB yelped, casing her anger to evaporate. She turned to the canine and scratched her gently. “Well, BB? What was that all about? You can’t just harass people like that. Stay here—the window is slightly open and your water bowl is right there. You need to relax,” she took a good look around before whispering, “but if that blonde woman returns, don’t hold back, alright?” She petted her a little more before closing the door firmly. Just as she finished locking the car, Ben appeared before her, as tall as ever.

“Is that your car?”

Rey chewed her lip, suddenly hyper-conscious of the embarrassingly sorry state of such a hunk of junk.

“Yes. Well, not really. It’s on loan to me for the duration of the road trip.”

“And this antediluvian thing still works?”

“For now, yeah. We’ll see how long it’ll last on the road,” she replied.

She didn’t know what else to say. Ben shifted, looking past her into the car. He stepped back swiftly as BB8 appeared at the window, barking with rage. Rey grimaced apologetically.

“Evidently, BB8 doesn’t like you very much. Sorry, it’s the first time I’ve seen her react like this. She’s usually really adorable,” Rey admitted.

“I don’t think I like her very much either.” Ben retorted, and Rey couldn’t tell whether that was a jab or just plain cynicism on his part. “Is she your dog?”

“Yes. Well, not really. She’s on loan to me for the duration of the road trip. Didn’t we have this conversation already?”

“Do you want a coffee?”

Rey’s face lit up. Her kingdom for a coffee!   She turned around and made the "I’m watching you" gesture to BB8 before walking towards the hotel.

“I think a coffee would do me some good, yeah.” She said as she turned to Ben.

“Wouldn’t you like to take a shower first?”

She stopped in her tracks. Is that how he wanted to play it? Lifting her eyes to his, she held his gaze. His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. Oh, he was going to pay for that. She was going to take him up on it. Her hands fisted at her hips.

“Actually, I would, thanks. And are there any washing machines available at the hotel? I’d like to do a load of laundry as well,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“I..think so.”

“Perfect,” she said, holding out her hand to him. He looked at it in confusion.

“I need your room key,” she clarified, “So that I can take a shower. That’s what you meant, right?”

Ben chewed on his lip, fumbling in his pockets. After a moment of hesitation, he handed her a mag-stripe card. They made it back to the lobby area when Rey decided to continue pushing her luck. She turned to Ben with an angelic smile. “Which room again?” she asked loudly.

“Er...212,” he responded, sensing that the situation was getting out of hand.

“Thanks, for everything.” she grinned, not waiting for a response as she headed to the elevators. She flashed what’s-her-name a saccharine artificial smile on her way out (Rey didn’t know her name but she knew her type). To her satisfaction, the poor girl was absolutely tongue-tied.

When the elevator doors closed, Syed exploded. She turned to Ben, seething with rage. “Who was that bitch?”

Ben looked down on her with disdain. At full height, he was a good head or so taller than her. “Your new mission,” he articulated, his expression stony. “She’ll be under surveillance from now on and it goes without saying that she’ll be under your protection. If anything happens to her I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s out of the question,” Syed tried, but her voice had lost some of its confidence.

“I’m absolutely serious,” Ben continued, ignoring her protest, “And practice discretion. You’ve done enough to make her notice you, it’s time you worked to make her forget you. Make sure she doesn’t suspect anything.”

Syed’s steady stream of insults continued all the way to the elevator. Ben sighed wistfully as the doors closed once again. He needed to put an end to this problem; hell hath no fury like Syed. He shouldn’t have slept with her. It was fun while it lasted but he hadn’t anticipated the complications. Their physical relationship had put an end to the strict professional hierarchy that had existed until then. Now Syed was freewheeling. He would have to keep an eye on her.

Arriving in front of his room, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have the key—Rey had run off with it. He supposed he could knock, or text her. But then what? Be alone with a hotel room with her? When she was about to get out of the shower, no less? He imagined her then, wrapped in a hotel towel, her hair in damp waves. It troubled him so.  The last time they were alone together in a hotel room, nothing had gone to plan. He had left the room furious and drenched in coffee.

But that night...he closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. That night at the Four Seasons, Rey had been drunk and disoriented from the trauma. She had gotten into his arms and he had carried her to the room. And she had been so light, so fragile. And even when he set her down on the bed, she was held onto his neck. Ben bit his lip at the thought.

He had wanted to gently let go of her, but she hugged him tighter, blindly seeking his mouth. "Finn, please." She uttered the name over and over, speaking in half-coherent phrases of love, regret, and sadness.

It took every once of Ben’s inner strength and patience to not respond in kind. Not to return her touches, to break the kiss. To leave her lying on the bed, alone. But he had kept the feeling of her breath on his skin, shuddering at the near-painful tension.

When his legs gave out, present-day Ben sank to the ground, his elbows resting on his knees. He leaned his head back and contemplated the ornate ceiling. He turned at the sound of a throat clearing. It was Rey. She was standing there in the empty corridor. It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised to find the other in this particular location.

“What are you doing here?” she was the first to break the silence.

“I could ask you the same,” Ben replied, “Weren’t you supposed to take a shower inside?”

Rey’s lips twisted into a flustered pout. “It’s just—I mean we barely know each other. I couldn’t bring myself to go into your room, with your stuff everywhere and...undress in your bathroom, and I didn’t bring a change of clothes...”

“I see.”

She leaned against the wall and slid down next to him. “Here,” she said, handing him the mag-stripe card again, “I won’t be needing this.”

“Thank you,” he said, sliding it into his pocket.

“So, what now? Do you still want to order us some coffee?”

Ben’s eyes widened at the thought. “Right here, in the middle of the hallway?”

“And why not? We can’t use your room—that would be too intimate—and the lobby is out of question—your guard dog looks ready to bite me, and mine is more than willing to bite you. Can’t we just stay here in neutral territory and order room service?”

Lord, where could he start...Ben wanted to start by scoffing at both instances of the term guard dog, followed by addressing her exact perceptions of intimacy...except he was able to convey exactly none of that through the lump in his throat. His body temperature spiked; Rey tended to have that effect on him. She left him speechless, breathless, and mildly confused. It was intoxicating, really. Her mere presence was a unique form of intoxication.

And so, room service found them in the hallway, sitting in the exact same positions. They were handed a cardboard tray, with two large disposable cups of coffee. Rey took the liberty of ordering foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top of hers. She moaned in appreciation on the very first sip.

Still scalding, the coffee was a magic, revitalizing potion to Rey. Her mind and body were once again restored thanks to that sweet magic ambrosia. She took her bag in hand again, ready for unfinished business.

She turned to Ben, “I still want to get ahold of that washing machine though, the shower can wait but the laundry can’t. Want to come with me?”

Ben’s muscles rippled as his got to his feet. “A rendez-vous in the laundry room with you? How could I possibly refuse?”

He didn’t say much as they made their way to the laundry room on the other side of the building. They took the stairs in order to completely avoid the lobby. Rey was surprisingly quiet as well, as though she was miles away. Ben guessed she was trying to find the right words. Maybe she would finally broach the subject of her sudden willingness to see him again?

Once her clothes were stuffed into the washing machine, she selected the “15-min express” cycle and paid the five dollar fee. After finishing and disposing of the last of her coffee, she turned to him again. This time he could tell that she was ready to talk. She raised her gold-flecked eyes to his. “Ben, there’s actually a reason I sent you that text the other night,” she began.

“You mean, other than the fact that you couldn’t resist seeing me again?” He grinned.

“Ben—I’m not kidding.”

Me neither, he thought wistfully.

“Someone tried to steal my car the other day and now I’m not sure I want to travel alone.” She finally admitted.

Ben froze. Should he play the fool here? It seemed Phasma had made a rookie mistake, typical. Now it was up to Ben to keep Rey calm. He had to figure out the extent of her relationship with those rebels.

“Okay...were you assaulted, what happened?”

“No, nothing like that, just taken by surprise. And scared. She looked like she was trying to force the door open, and I’m sure she was following me, ever since Denver. And so I was wondering if—“

“Do you want to submit a complaint to the authorities? I’ll come with you,” he offered.

“No, no it’s not that bad,” Rey bristled, “I was hoping I could follow you on your tour across the States. I don’t feel like travelling alone and my only constraint is that I have to be in San Francisco by the 15th of July.” She shrugged, fidgeting a little.

“Well? Is that a yes or a no? I mean, either way I have to take this dog to a complete stranger with a garbage phone number,” she added, “so you know my life is going great, absolutely peachy, right now and I just—“

Ben looked down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked really fragile. Still, he touched her tentatively, ready to retract his hand if she rejected it. But she didn’t.

“Alright, I get it,” he seemingly conceded her point, “you can follow us on tour.”

It was perfect. She was suddenly under his protection. And of her own volition.

Everything was going to be great from now on. Well—everything except for one.

Syed is going to kill me.

#Reylo #fanfiction #Modern AU #Scenic Route

[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 14

Finally in Egypt. Dio was so close you could taste him. And since almost all of the Tarot cards had been used up, you should be pretty much done. Right? Right?

“I told you!” you boasted as you all sped through the desert sand in the dune buggy Joseph rented. “I told you we were gonna be attacked by a Stand!”

“We just had a near-death experience,” Joseph groaned, “and you want to brag about it?”

“I’m bragging because I was right,” you told him. “I knew that the submarine was a great place to get us cornered.”

“She has a point,” Avdol added. “She predicted what we didn’t.”

“Well, enough about that now,” Joseph said, trying to change the subject, “we’re actually meeting some Speedwagon guys just up ahead. They’ll arrive in a helicopter.”

“Really?” Kakyoin asked. “After we just wrecked their submarine?”

“They understand that some things may be damaged while we fight off constant Stand attacks,” Joseph explained. “Plus, this time, they’re bringing someone who’ll assist us.”

“Assist us?” Jotaro, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. “You mean, another Stand user?”

“Precisely,” Joseph said. “But we’ll have to be careful. He has some... personality issues.”

Some time had passed, and everyone had gotten out of the buggy and met the Speedwagon guys in the helicopter.

“Iggy’s in the back,” one of them pointed to the rear door of the helicopter. “But be cautious. The ride here was really rough, so he’s already in a bad mood.”

“Well, where is he?” Polnareff asked, rummaging through the back. “Come on, show yourself!”

“Polnareff, be careful,” Joseph warned. “One of Iggy’s favorite things to do is-“

Just then, a tiny dog jumped out from the blanket on the seat and started attacking Polnareff.

“...chew people’s hair,” Joseph finished.

Iggy... Iggy was a dog? “How does such a tiny little thing have a Stand?” you accidentally thought out loud.

“You’d be surprised,” Joseph replied, then went to talk in private with the two Speedwagon members.

“Iggy!” Avdol prompted, holding up some gum. “I’ve got a treat for you!” Of course, Iggy came sprinting towards the smell of whatever flavor that gum was. You looked at the package, and saw it was coffee flavored.

“Coffee flavored gum,” you muttered. “What a weird dog.”

Still, weird or not, that fur on Iggy’s back was begging to be scratched, and you couldn’t just say no. While the tiny dog was distracted with his chewy snack, you sunk your hands into his back and started to pet it. He jumped a little bit at first, but quickly let you keep going. You decided to use different types of pets, too. You softly stroked him from his head to his rear, used your nails to delicately scratch his skin, and massaged slowly with your fingers. It wasn’t long before Iggy rolled over to let you rub his belly.

“Oh, yes, you’re a good boy,” you cooed. “A good boy with a Stand, that’s all.”

“You’ve already bonded with the dog,” Kakyoin chuckled.

“I have a soft spot in my heart for animals,” you said, still rubbing Iggy’s belly. “It can’t be helped.”

Kakyoin gave a small “hm,” as he started to sit down next to you in the sand. Both of you sat silently next to each other for a minute or two, until you let Iggy go, and watched him run back to chase Polnareff.

“Iggy really doesn’t like him, huh?” you giggled.

“Yeah,” Kakyoin said, almost deadpan. “You know, I overheard from Mr. Joestar’s conversation that there’s more Stand users headed our way. These guys have Stands named after Egyptian gods, and will be much more powerful.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” you replied. “Good thing we know they’re headed our way.”

“That’s not the point,” Kakyoin interjected. “The thing is, well, your Stand... will you be alright? I won’t be mad if you leave now. Don’t get me wrong, Ace of Pentacles is plenty strong, but not... fighting wise. I mean, um,”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” you laughed. “And no, I won’t be leaving. I just have to stay out of trouble, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Kakyoin sighed. “I just don’t want you getting in any unnecessary danger.”

“Isn’t this whole trip just one big case of unnecessary danger?” You were only half joking, though.

“Hey, you two!” Joseph yelled from the buggy. “We’re leaving!”

“Coming!” Kakyoin yelled back. Both of you ran back, and entered the back of the buggy. However, Kakyoin was promptly forced out by a growling Iggy. The dog looked at you, and crawled into your lap, immediately rolling over to expose his stomach. Looks like your ticket to an actual seat would come with a price. And you knew from then on Iggy would know you as “The girl who pets me.”

“It just isn’t fair!” Polnareff pouted. “Why do (Y/N) and the dumb mutt get the full backseat to themselves while we have to be cramped in the trunk?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault he warmed up to me,” you grunted.

“Technically, it is,” Jotaro countered. “You decided to pet him, and so now he loves you. Dogs will love anyone who shows them affection.”

“Okay, maybe it is my fault,” you argued, “but I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Stop bickering back there!” Joseph said from the front. “When we reach a stopping place, we’ll throw some gum in the trunk, and you guys can move to the seats.”

“Fine,” Polnareff grumbled.

For a good while, the only sounds were the rumble of the car and Iggy’s happy grunts. But that nice silence quickly came to a stop as Joseph slammed on the breaks, sending the boys in the trunk flying forward.

“Hey, what gives?!” Polnareff exclaimed.

“Sorry about that,” Joseph replied, “but we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands.”

It didn’t take long for you to notice the helicopter that had delivered Iggy to you. Once the car was stopped, everyone ran out to look at the rubble from the wreck, and see if it was just mechanical failure, or if their new enemy Stand user had already arrived.

“Look at those scratch marks,” Jotaro pointed to the hull of the copter, where beast-like marks were clawed throughout. Subconsciously, your eyes moved down to the man who was right under the helicopter, and you immediately had to look away. That didn’t stop the horrifying image from burning itself into your mind, though. The man’s fingernails were bent unnaturally upward, and his mouth was filled to the brim with water. On top of that, he had a distorted look on his face, similar to the man in the fog town with Enyaba. The whole thing made you want to puke.

“Everyone, I found the second guy over here!” Kakyoin shouted. “He’s still alive!”

Sure enough, when you ran over, the second man was very much alive, but he was so dehydrated, he looked like a raisin.

“W...wa...ter...” was all the man could rasp out.

“Water! Of course! He needs water!” Kakyoin muttered. He quickly found a canteen that still felt somewhat full, and started to slowly dip it down for the pruned man. “Drink slowly,” he ordered.

“N-no! The water!” The Speedwagon Foundation worker suddenly gained the ability to make full sentences. “The water’s going to attack!”

Without warning, the water from the canteen shot forward in the shape of a hand, grabbed the man’s head, and ripped it off, sucking it into the canister from where it came. Nobody wasted any time getting out of the way, and hiding in the sand. Polnareff and Kakyoin were opposite to you, Jotaro, Joseph, and Avdol. And from what you saw, they seemed to be arguing, pointing over to the canteen from time to time.

“(Y/N),” Joseph looked over at you, his eyes barely over his hat, “I’ve gotten word from the Speedwagon Foundation that there are more, stronger Stand users who’ll be attacking us. For your own safety, I suggest leaving now, before you get caught in a situation that you can’t save yourself from.”

“Mr. Joestar,” a smile curled up from your mouth, “I appreciate your concern, but I can fend for myself if that happens. You’ve seen how Ace of Pentacles has gotten us out of tricky situations before. I can always do the same thing to myself.”

“She’s right,” Avdol replied. “Plus, she’s vital to the team. If she wasn’t here, we’d spend way too much money on first aid.”

“Hey,” Jotaro pointed over to Kakyoin and Polnareff. “What’s that thing in between them?”

It looked like a hand with very sharp fingernails, from what you could see. But it was clear...

No. But how? The Stand was in the canteen! When did it escape?

Before you could process what was going on, the water hand swiped at Kakyoin’s eyes, and he instantly fell to the ground.

“Kakyoin!” Polnareff shouted. “It... it got his eyes!”

“Kakyoin!” you screamed. You got up from your hiding spot to run over, but quickly felt a force pulling you back. You looked behind you, and Star Platinum was holding your shirt. Still, you clawed at the loose sand, hoping to make some sort of progress, but no prevail.

“Good grief, (Y/N),” Jotaro sighed. “We don’t even know what this Stand can do. Making sudden movements probably isn’t the best idea.”

Sure enough, right in front of you, the enemy’s Stand had appeared from underneath the Earth. After seeing what it had done to both the Speedwagon worker and Kakyoin, having it right in front of you made a wave of fear roll over your entire body. Was this it? We’re you going to die right here, before you could even save Kakyoin?

Before you knew it, though, the hand dashed over to a beeping sound coming from the Speedwagon member’s watch and swiped off his arm. Of course, that didn’t really matter, since he was already beheaded. But it gave you some insight to what really triggered the Stand’s movements.

“Sound!” Everyone turned to face you. “The Stand navigates by sound! That being said, nobody move!”

However, even with everyone staying completely still, the blood from Kakyoin’s eyes dripped to the floor. It didn’t take long for the water to hear it, and it shot back towards Polnareff.

“Okay, screw the staying still,” Joseph ordered, “everyone to the buggy!”

Of course, the crew obeyed, Polnareff carrying Kakyoin in his arms. Joseph and Jotaro, aided by their Joestar genes, made it first, followed by Avdol, you, and Polnareff, who quickly laid Kakyoin on the roof of the buggy.

“Fix him!” he demanded. “You have to fix him!”

“I’m doing it right now, geez!” you replied, having already summoned Ace of Pentacles.

“Yeah, well, do it faster!”

“If I don’t get this eye anatomy right, Kakyoin’s eyes will be deformed for the rest of his life!” You started to get uncharacteristically snappy. “Now, shut up and let me do this correctly!”

Of course, you couldn’t get into a full-blown argument right now. After all, if your full concentration wasn’t on Kakyoin, his eyes would never be the same. It’s a good thing you decided to take anatomy classes, because they were sure coming in handy.

“Alright, he’s fixed!” You started beaming with joy. “Now we just need to keep him away from danger until he wakes up.”

“Why isn’t he awake now?” Polnareff whined.

“Because, Polnareff,” you growled, driving every ounce of anger out of your body, “since my Stand isn’t instantly healing someone, rather just making extensions of other cells in their body to heal them, the pain from the injury is still there. Also, don’t you think I care about Kakyoin the most? I’m so close to him, he’s dating me! You’re lucky Ace doesn’t have any fighting abilities, or you’d be sent back to the sand, where Water Boy can rip your face straight off of that head with more hair follicles than brain cells! Because it seems like you’d rather me heal Kakyoin quickly, rather than heal him correctly!” After the rant was over, you started breathing hard, trying to calm yourself down.

“You done yet?” Jotaro asked.

“Yeah, I’m done,” you said.

Suddenly, the buggy's wheels sinking into the sand, which had been turned into mud. There was only one thing that could’ve happened. Water Claw was on the attack again. Before you knew it, the buggy had been flipped almost completely around, and everyone fell back down to the Earth, at the enemy’s mercy.

“Well, what do we do now?” Polnareff asked, not moving an inch.

“I guess this is the time to stay completely still,” Joseph answered. “Other than that, pray our souls will be saved.”

“Wait!” Avdol exclaimed. “I have an idea.” He started throwing his bracelet rings, one by one, in a footstep pattern. He was trying to trick the user!

And luckily, it seemed to work. Water started to rise where the last ring was thrown. But as Avdol summoned Magician’s Red, the water diverted its path to attack Avdol instead, leaving him with a huge gash in his neck.

“Avdol!” You wanted to rush over there, but you knew that was suicide. “I’ll heal you as soon as possible, I promise! Just hang in there!”

Of course, as soon as you finished your sentence, the water started to form right around where Avdol was laying. That meant Aqua Hand wasn’t done yet. You wanted so desperately to make it before it was too late, but any movement and you’d be the target instead of Avdol. However, it looked like Jotaro had given you an opportunity to heal the man, as he jumped from his spot and started running, and, luckily, the Stand chased after him.

Quickly, you scrambled over to Avdol, and summoned Ace of Pentacles. As skin is a lot less complicated than eyes (and a lot less delicate), you were able to fix him in ten seconds flat. And, since he hadn’t fully passed out, he woke up immediately.

“That’s the second time you’ve saved my life,” Avdol said, his voice straining a bit.

“Stay still,” you soothed. “Your body’s still feeling the pain from the attack.”

“Guys!” Polnareff shouted. “Guys! Kakyoin’s waking up!”

Nobody wasted any time getting close to the boy’s side, especially you. And, as Polnareff said, his eyes were slowly opening, and his throat was groaning. He had started to get himself to sit up, until you helped the rest of the way and kissed him on the lips.

“What a way to wake up,” he chuckled, rubbing his eyes. “And I see you’ve already healed my eyes.”

You gave a soft “mmmm-hmmm,” before you stuffed your face into his shirt. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m okay thanks to you,” Kakyoin said while he put an arm around your back.

“Okay, you two,” Joseph pried you off of Kakyoin’s grip, and helped both of you up, “let’s go see how Jotaro and Iggy are doing.”

All of you had gotten in the buggy, and had started going the direction Jotaro had. It didn’t take long to find them, though, with a figure laying in the sand beside them. Looks like they found the user. Joseph stopped for a moment to let the two on, and started going again.

“So, he could navigate with sound?” Kakyoin asked.

“He was blind, so he must’ve become an expert at listening for his life,” Jotaro answered. “But we were able to get close enough to beat him before anything else bad happened.”

“(Y/N),” Polnareff said, not meeting eyes with you, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you responded. “I don’t think you have more hair follicles than brain cells.” After your true apology, you added, in a hushed tone, “They’re at least equal.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

And finally, after seemingly an hour, you had arrived in the city where your hotel would be for the night. With all that had happened, when you fell into your bed, you almost went right to sleep.

That is, until you heard the door open.

“Iggy needs somewhere to sleep tonight,” Joseph explained, “And you’ve gotten along with him the best.” Then he closed the door, and you felt a small creature jump up into the bed with you, and curl its body close to yours.

“Goodnight, Iggy,” you whispered. This time, you truly drifted off to sleep, feeling like every single worry had left your mind.

Except for Dio. The threat of Dio would be constantly looming over your shoulder, especially now that you were in Egypt. But other than that, every care went away, as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness. You were finally here. Egypt.

Dio stood no chance against your team.

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[youllallriseintheink]

Early Ink Hell, chapter 1- Imprisonment

Susie woke up to the sound of Bendyland workers milling one floor above her. She was curled up on the cold, iron floor, right under the heat vent to stay warm. Taking to the same morning routine as always, she put another hatch mark into her diary- 528 now- and checked the elevator doors. As always, they were still locked. There wouldn't be much to do until the residents of the cages that lined the walls woke up and she'd have someone to talk to.

Susie knew why she was imprisoned, and it wasn't just because of her transformation. Everyone had been just fine with her appearance in the months she'd spent acquiring fame for her concerts, in which she performed as the one and only Alice Angel. It's not as though she were some circus animal slave either- she could go home at night, do everything she'd used to, go dancing with her friends and have them ask what had happened as if she'd ever tell, and generally live her life- albeit with constant eyes on her for her cartoonish appearance. Living in a body made of ink had its problems, yes, but they were physical and mental problems, not social ones.

No. The reason she was imprisoned was because she'd nearly killed Allison.

Ever since her transformation, Susie had shared her mind with another. It was hard to describe without making it sound metaphorical- a little voice inside her telling her to act on her worst impulses, becoming stronger, fighting for dominance. The demon had told Susie to kill many different people at some point or another- Sammy and Joey, who had killed her, random men who had harassed her on the street, even herself when she was getting down on herself for allowing this transformation to happen to her. Sometimes, it was hard to separate the demon from her own thoughts. One day, it took control, and Allison had just happened to be nearest.

It felt just like losing control due to emotion. She'd clawed Allison across the face in the plain view of the recording studio, grabbed her by the nose, and bashed her head against the nearby wall multiple times, torn her hair out, and was ready to start bashing her face in when she'd been torn off of Allison by the men of the department.

The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds. Susie might have mistaken it as her having a mental breakdown if not for what had happened next. As the men had attempted to hand her off to some GENT workers who would have known what to do with her, she broke free using a twisting move that she would never have known how to do and ran off, screaming at them in a twisted, demonic voice that they shouldn't dare mess with an angel. That had not been her voice.

Susie had been caught, though, and brought deep underground to this prison, where she'd been locked in an iron cage. There were other ink creatures near her- butcher gang members and Boris clones, mostly. There had been two items in her hand- her diary, which she'd just happened to be carrying with her, and the vast majority of Allison's chestnut hair. She-or the demon, rather, since the action made her want to wretch- arranged the hair and massaged it into the ends of her own, so she was wearing it like hair extensions. If only I had a mirror, the other presence said, I bet it looks just perfect. Perfect, like you never could be. I'm going to beat you, Susie replied to it. We have nothing but time, now. Best of luck. You're weak. You're fragile. You'll never have control of this body again. As though to prove it, the presence moved Susie's fingers through its long hair.

Susie fought hard for control of her body that day. It was like having an emotionally exhausting argument. The lights were out before she finally wrestled control out of the demon's hands. She woke up the next morning out of control again, but she fought herself into control, and quicker this time. Now that she had both control and light, she could write in her diary. It was a good way to keep the demon's fighting and screaming off her mind.

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Day 4

Well, Actually this is day 6, but it was really dark on days 4 and 5 since it was the weekend. I couldn't write because the only light in the place were a couple of flashlights that a few ink creatures in other cages were toying with. I don't think I've mentioned it before, but there are other items in some of the cages, too- Boris clones chewing on baseballs like sad dogs in a shelter, butcher gang members playing cards. I wondered where on earth the stuff came from before day 4.

On day 4, Thomas Connor came to visit us. That isn't a joke. Allison's husband- the one I'd met a couple times while hanging out at her house- came down here, turned the lights on, and went down the rows letting most of the Boris clones- who had, siince before he even entered, been wagging their tails and even barking if that's something they could do- and some of the butcher gang members- who had also been chattering happily about his arrival- out of their cages. I supposed that I should have been shocked that he knew about the ink creatures, but he always did seem troubled. Now I guess I see why! Then I realized that I put his girlfriend in the hospital, she's probably still there, and her hair is sticking out of Alice's like I'm some kind of hideous vain sorceress with hair extensions. As an aside, can I just say that my other half did not plan this one out well? Allison's hair was outstanding when she ripped it out, but now it's matted and oozing with greasy ink from me sleeping on the ink-stained floor of this cage and having no way to clean or brush it. Thanks, you brilliant demon. Now it's morally and physically repugnant.

Anyhow, I realized that Thomas wouldn't be happy to see me, and so before he came to my cage, I tucked Allison's hair over my shoulder and turned to face the wall as he got closer, hoping he wouldn't recognize me. I think he did, though- I peeked over my shoulder, and he was giving me a dirty look.

After he'd released all the ink creatures he'd wanted to, he basically let them wander around the area to socialize and stretch their legs. He even threw tennis balls for some of the Borises. At one point, a Barley seemed to lose control of himself, latched himself onto a Boris' leg, and bit into it, making it squeal. Thomas had to rush over, take him by the arms, and drag it kicking and garbling to its cage. He said something to the effect of "why do I still let out these toon-dominant Barleys."

Toon dominant? I wish I could figure out what that means.

I don't know how long all of this went on for-an hour, maybe- but at a certain point, Thomas looked down at his watch and then started loading the toons back into their cages. Once again, I looked away while he passed me. I don't know why, but this time I decided to speak up.

"Can I have a flashlight?"

"What did you say?" Thomas growled, approaching me.

"A flashlight. You see, every time I go to sleep, this demon who lives in my head tries to take over again. But, as an ink creature, I don't need to sleep. If you could just give me a flashlight like you gave to some of the others, I could shine it in my face to stay up when it's dark. Please- I don't know how else I'm going to beat this thing!" The last part was a lie. It was all lies, really. Sleep is pretty much the only time I don't have to deal with her. But I was giving him my best pitiful look, and it must have worked, because I could tell he was melting.

"How do I know this is Susie talking and not the demon you're talking about?" he asked, but he asked it gently.

"Does it matter? What's the harm in giving her a flashlight? What could she do with it?"

Uncertainty clouded Thomas' features. "You have a point. Now, look- I don't have a flashlight on me, but I think there's a spare one upstairs. I'll go get it for you. Why don't I grab some scissors and cut off that hair, too?"

I got the sense he was testing me- surely the demon wouldn't have wanted it removed. Easy test to pass. "Thank you. I don't need the reminder of what she- I- whatever- you know what I mean."

A few minutes later he was back. he started by just trying to cut it through the bars of the cage, but it didn't work too well, so before long I was out of my cage for the first time, letting him cut my hair.

"So, how did you start coming down here?" I asked.

"A couple weeks ago out of two kinds of guilt. For one, guilt about being a part of this. For another, guilt because Allison is always helping out with something this time of the week, and I thought I ought to be, too. And I can't think of anyone who better needs some help than these ink creatures. I don't know how they're made and I don't want to so don't tell me, but still. You all could use a break. Usually I bring some cookies, too, but Allison wasn't around to bake them and I forgot to unfreeze the frozen ones."

"That's really sweet of you. Is Allison okay?"

"Oh, she'll be fine. No brain damage, thank God. A few broken bones. And she'll be wearing a wig over her mess of a scalp for weeks. She's fine with that, though. Wants to try platinum blonde."

"Oh? That'll look so nice on her! And I'm so glad she's okay."

"Yeah. Well, you're done," he said, cutting the last bits of Allison's hair out. "Back into your cage." I obeyed. He's a strong, quick man- I don't think I could have made a freedom dash if I wanted to. Still, I think it's good that I made an ally. Who knows? Maybe one day he'll let us out of here.

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Day 8

Today, Sammy and Joey came to visit. I knew something was up before they even arrived because everyone had gone dead silent, save for the whining of the two Boris clones who can vocalize. The air was filled with paralyzing dread. By the end of their visit, I knew why.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #susie campbell #Thomas Connor #Early Ink Hell #my fanfiction #this is all canon to me btw

[no-d4y-but-tod4y]

My entry for the love is blind f/o event! I can’t lie I became addicted to this show. I’m a sucker for garbage tv 😅.

For coherency, my point of view and dialogue will be in red and Frank’s will be in blue! We may even make purple! 😁

Enjoy!

———

Love is Blind

It was claustrophobic in the room they made her sit in. The florescent lines in the back wall giving the illusion of a shirking square made her eyes go funny. Looking forward into the intrusive lens broadcasting this entire process to the nation made the sicky feeling even worse. She tried again to remember why the fuck she agreed to do this in the first place.

‘Can you tell us your name, age, and where you’re from?’

She cleared her throat and sat up straight in the chair.

‘I’m Alma, I’m twenty years old and I’m from the UK.’

‘My name is Frank, I can legally drink alcohol and I live in Belgravian England.’

‘What drew you to apply for the show?’

‘Acceptance.’

‘I want to be accepted.’

‘I’m worried that —.’

‘ — people will be put off by the way I look and how I dress.’

‘ — my complications and inabilities will lead people to choose the other person.’

‘People have been very hostile towards me before.’

‘This fear has actually prevented me from pursing any romantic relationships, and my time in the pod today will be my very first date.’

‘And if I can’t get someone to like me—.’

‘ — from sitting behind a screen —.’

‘Then what chance have I got?’

———

Day Three of the Experirment.

The text, in white, was what the producers had planned to fade into the bottom left corner of the screen. But the producer overseeing today’s cutaways and filming schedule wasn’t sure if they could use this shot at all. It was clear to every crew member in the room that the girl making her entry to the video diary had been crying.

She held it together very well, they could give her that. But the red-rimmed eyes and glistening eyelashes were unmistakable, just like the slight thickness and cracks in her voice. And when she distractedly adjusted her hair, they could see that her hands were shaking.

‘I don’t think I can do this anymore guys.’

The producer blinked. ‘Can you talk us through what happened?’

Her eyes flicked to the lense with a look of reproach. ‘Do you have to keep filming?’

‘We can...we can stop rolling if that’s what you need right now.’ She nodded. The producer turned off the camera and angled the lense towards the floor. At least one of the crew members would keep their body camera on. ‘What’s making you upset?’

She sighed and looked down at the floor.

‘Some guy. A date I just had.’

‘He didn’t reciprocate your feelings?’

‘He was asking me horrible questions.’

‘The objective of the experiment is to ask questions.’ The producer inwardly rolled her eyes. These people were so shallow and stupid.

‘He was behaving really inappropriately and he made me feel uncomfortable.’

‘Then change the subject.’

‘I tried to and he didn’t listen.’

‘What exactly was he asking you?’ The producer leaned forwards and tested their chin on interlocked fingers. This should be good. He was talking about his dogs and mine died recently so all talk of dogs is too triggering to me now...

The producer did not betray so much as a raised eyebrow as the girl came out with a slew of accusations. Her alledged ‘interrogation’ ranged from the inappropriate to the obscene. The producer felt nothing but offence and annoyance. These people would do anything for a shot at fame on television, but this would reflect badly on all of them. Did the girl not have any respect? These people’s livelihoods were at stake now.

Stupid girl. Why didn’t she get up and leave?

‘Did you answer any of them?’

She glared at them. ‘What do you think. I’m twenty years old, I told him that before he exposed himself as a complete pervert. I’m telling you that was sickening and really unfair to me. Don’t ever put me in a room with him again.’

‘You haven’t given us a name.’

‘I don’t know it.’ The producer caught themselves just before they scoffed in disbelief. How did she expect them to do anything if she didn’t have a name? This had to be a gimmick, she was looking for attention and views. The whole team could see right through her. ‘About half way through I moved to sit behind the sofa facing away from the screen and I shut his voice out. I could hear...sound but I couldn’t tell you a word he said. Come to think of it, I don’t think he even introduced himself to me. He learnt my name and my age, talked to me politely for a bit but as soon as he had enough information to build a profile he dived in to his sexual portfolio. It’s obvious why he’s here. I really think you should do something about him.’

‘We appreciate your voicing your concerns to us.’ They would add new segments based on this to the script and leave it at that. ‘But I don’t think you should leave. You haven’t even met all the male participants yet.’ The girl didn’t say anything. ‘Sure you can’t sleep on it?’

‘I’ll give it one more day,’ she said at last. ‘But if you ignore everything I’ve said in favour of a dramatic angle for your show and a different girl gets hurt, I will go to every newsroom in the country. I will run you lot into the ground.’

The producer painted on a false smile. Of course you will, sweetie. ‘Thank you for persevering. We’ll change your mind, you’ll see.’

She murmured her thanks and left the room.

The team ran to the table in the corner of the room and rifled through all the pictures and applications. A crew member pulled up the footage of the date in question on the laptop while another brought out an SD card and placed it on the table. Thank heavens they caught that interview.

‘Who was she with? Do you see that face anywhere?’

‘Got him.’ The producer took a file from an outstretched hand.

They sat down and read through the profile. Mid-fifties. Blonde hair, grey eyes. Tennis on Tuesdays and Fridays. Hobbies included hunting and shooting. Very well off indeed. The immediate and only conclusion was she’d tried her luck as a sugar baby and had obviously been put in her place. With nothing else to do and a bruised ego she produced some crocodile tears and played the modern day victim to hang a hashtag off of.

‘Keep them apart for the sake of the editing team. They’re on a tight schedule. But do not let either of them leave. Lie, beg, bribe, whatever, but we are keeping them on our show.’ They thought for a moment. She still had to be paired with somebody else. ‘Put her with that one tomorrow.’ They picked up a file with the strangest picture on the top and tucked it under the girl’s. The casting director must have been smoking some serious shit to put that on the line up. ‘Show her what a real sexual predator looks like.’

———

For the umpteenth time, Frank went to adjust his cape around himself and remembered it wasn’t there.

It was strange, the way it happened. One of those quirks of fate, really. One of those...moments.

As the few people who knew Frank would tell you, he was the last person they’d expect to appear on a show like this. Frank who thrives on physical attraction, who loved tanned skin, large muscles, shaply chests and wide hips. Sitting in a room with nothing else to do but listen to a voice for hours on end should have been Frank’s worst nightmare.

But recently Frank had had an epiphany. While he did love all of his previous partners a little in their own way, basing interactions purely on physicality only secured a short fling. Because people chewed with their mouth open or laughed at everything or hated Marmite or were allergic to cats. And, he never thought he’d say this, but Frank was getting bored of sex on its own now. He loved sex. He loved the initial attraction and the anticipation and the act itself and the cigarette afterwards. But then they went home, and he fell asleep in a cold and empty bed. He wondered if he was even capable of seeing anything more than that in a person after indulging in his hedonism for so long. He dearly hoped someone could see more in him.

And his unsightly manservant, of all people, handed him a flyer just over a month ago and said he thought of him when he saw it. Something had compelled him to voice his feelings to the man - and Frank had been rather peeved when he learned his manservant had been telling everyone he’d probably never get married. The hunchback has taken the conversation to heart and found it within himself to help Frank. He couldn’t help feeling touched.

They worked on the application together and sent it off. Frank tried not to think too much of it but he secretly really hoped he’d be selected. And now, here he was, standing in front of a door that would lead into a pod where he was expected to spend increasing amounts of time with one person. And by the end of the experiment he should have found someone to marry.

He’d met three girls so far. One was nice and friendly enough, but he didn’t feel any emotional connection at all. He remembered her name though, and would probably invite her out for a drink after this was over. The second was very forward and honest about his she felt, which he normally would have loved. Perhaps it was the inability to see her, but the words sounded put-upon and disingenuous, despite being exactly right. And the third girl, whom he’d met yesterday, couldn’t understand a single thing he said to her. He knew he had an accent but he didn’t think it was that strong.

Still. A new day today. Fourth times a charm?

‘Excuse me? Hello?’ A smartly dressed man jogged up to him, a clipboard and large headphones about his person. ‘Francis, isn’t it?’

‘It’s Frank.’ They’d been calling him by the wrong name all week. They were doing it on purpose now, he was sure of it. ‘Can I be of service?’

‘We just wanted to let you know that the girl you’re going to meet today had a bit of a wobble last night and told us she wanted to leave. We managed to bring her around for one more day but could you do us a solid and make sure she rides the whole thing out?’

‘You want me to persuade her to stay?’ He paused. ‘But what if she doesn’t want to?’

‘If she goes we’ll have to axe a guy to level out the numbers.’

Frank blinked. Obviously he would be kicked off for failing to force himself on another person...

‘I’ll see what I can do. May I go in now?’

‘Awesome. Thanks, Fred.’

‘It’s-!’ He sighed, not bothering to correct the man as he flitted his way down the corridor. He placed his hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing...

———

The greeting made Alma jump so much that she spilled her drink down the front of her dress. So lost in her thoughts, was she, that she didn’t even hear anyone come in.

‘Are you alright, darling? I heard a crash.’

That would be the glass in pieces, scattered all over the floor.

‘I’m fine. Just clumsy.’ Fuck me. Why did I come in here. Just take me home now. ‘I spilled my drink.’

‘Oh, you poor thing! You didn’t cut yourself on the glass, did you? Probably did it on purpose to escape the situation. Frank’s heart went out to her, he would hate to be in her position: dictated to and whispered about by the televisual powers that be. ‘What were you having?’

‘Wine,’ she lied, although she had simply poured Diet Coke into a cocktail glass. She was keeping every last one of her wits about her today.

Frank smirked down at his Old Fashioned, swirling the amber liquid around in the glass. ‘Is that your favourite?’

‘No. I prefer vodka and orange.’ She would have poured herself one of those today, had that not been the same drink she had in her hand yesterday. She wondered if it was still on the floor where she left it, before abandoning all restraint and hiding away from the screen like a child.

‘Ah, the silent assassin. It tastes like juice and then —.’

‘ — you can’t walk.’

Frank chuckled - and he though he heard her giggle too.

‘What’s your name, darling?’

‘Alma.’

‘That’s a pretty name. I hope you don’t mind me saying but you have a very nice voice.’

Oh not another creep. Please. Don’t ask me about phone sex or any shit like that...

‘I’m sorry, darling, did I make you uncomfortable?’

She paused. She wouldn’t let her guard down just yet. ‘No. I just didn’t know how to respond. I’ve never known anyone who sounds like you. Is your accent real?’

‘As opposed to surgically enhanced?’

She laughed. That took her by surprise. ‘No, I just meant-.’

‘I know what you meant, sweet Alma, I’m just teasing. I was practically raised in private education.’

Her heart sank. ‘You must be clever.’

‘The cleverest. I’m a doctor.’

Her heart sank even more. Far too good for her then. Still, she wasn’t impolite. ‘Medicine?’

‘Science. Bio-chemistry, to be precise.’

‘Well, I can say you’re the first scientist I’ve ever met. It’s nice to meet you, doctor...’ she nearly gasped out loud. ‘I haven’t asked your name.’

How rude. How embarrassing. How utterly avoidable and completely stupid.

Frank was smiling. What a sweet girl. She spoke with the interest of an inquisitive child but with an eloquence that rivalled his own. And he really had meant it when he said she had a lovely talking voice - though in hindsight he would have rephrased that now. He couldn’t describe it, it just...sounded pleasant. The way she talked was soothing to him.

‘I’m Frank. But I like my friends to call me Frankie. Will you call me Frankie?’

‘Are you handsome, Frankie?’

‘Painfully so.’ She giggled. ‘That’s why they installed the screen. This would have been a conventional first date had they not realised I was coming and put a wall between us so it would be appropriate for the watershed.’

Lack of confidence was certainly not an issue of his. Another reason for a seed of doubt to drop into Alma’s brain. She wondered how he’d react if she told him she faked an illness to avoid a pool party and didn’t even own a full length mirror.

‘How old are you, sweetness?’

‘Twenty.’

She heard a weird noise.

Frank choked on his drink.

‘What’s a young girl like you doing on a show like this? You’re barely out of childhood, you’ve got heaps of time to find someone. I feel like a fossil now.’

She giggled again. This date could not have gone better. The polar opposite to how she felt yesterday. Her stomach was filled with pleasant knots, she felt as though she glowed from the inside out. And try as she might, she could not keep this dumb grin off her face.

‘Why, how old are you?’

‘Old enough.’

‘No, tell me.’

That was the problem. In so-called ‘earthling’ years he hadn’t a bloody clue. He wasn’t even sure how old he looked, to someone who didn’t know.

‘I suppose you’ll have to marry me if you really want to find out.’ No response. ‘I’m older than you, dear. That’s all I’ll say about that.’

Too good to be true. Of course. ‘Do you think I’m too young?’

‘I think you’re silly. You could have anyone. I haven’t even seen you and you’ve already won me over.’

Her heart stopped. Fake. A tv show. This is a tv show. It’s all acting it’s all for views. She felt herself getting upset again.

‘You must be a different breed then.’

Frank chuckled. That’s one way to put it.

‘No one’s ever said that to me before.’

‘Then no one’s ever been worthy of you.’

She didn’t say anything. She had moved to sit cross legged right in front of the screen, but now she stared down at her lap, consumed by an overwhelming desire to go home again.

This wasn’t real. This would never happen to her.

‘You’ve gone all shy,’ Frank murmured. ‘What’s wrong, petal?’

Something about his voice drew the truth out of her. ‘I never thought I was worthy of anything.’

She heard a strange sort of rustling sound. She wondered if Frank had been sitting on the floor like her, but was moving away now her blatant insecurities had put him off.

Frank moved as close to the screen as he could, and leaned his forehead against the blue wall. ‘I wish I could touch you. I’d gather you up close and cradle you in my arms and stroke your hair to comfort you.’ He pressed his hand against the screen. ‘Would you like that?’

Alma placed her hand on the screen. It may be fruitless pining, but she have to take advantage of this feeling. She’d never feel this way again.

‘I’d like that very much.’

Footsteps and loud voices rang out from behind the door.

‘Looks like our time’s nearly up.’ Frank continued to speak in your same soft tone. ‘Will I see you again?’

Alma stood up and backed away, staring at the screen. Decision time. Leave now and be away from that creep but lose her chance with Frank too, or stay for Frank and watch him fall in love with somebody else?

It didn’t occur to Alma that Frank might choose her.

‘Darling? Are you still there?’

Call me ‘darling’ in that accent again. I love it.

‘Tomorrow?’

Frank flooded with relief. He really though he’d get turned down. ‘It’s a date.’

The living area erupted upon walking in with a big smile.

———

‘Okay, video diary day four, take one. Talk us through how you’re feeling.’

‘I had a really nice time today. My date was—.’

‘—endearing.’

‘—charming.’

‘He had a way of making me laugh.’

‘I just wanted to take her in my arms.’

‘I like Frank very much.’

‘I feel honoured that Alma wants to see me again.’

The producer inhaled sharply, sitting to attention. ‘She’s staying?’

The producer had an almost triumphant gleam in their eyes. ‘Are you staying?’

‘Yes. I want a second date.’

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Detective AU - Muriel x MC Chapter 6

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Summary: Muriel and the Detective grow closer, in spite of the awkward tension surrounding them. 

Chapter 6: Brundle and Inanna

Muriel decides that a brandy, no matter how tempting, wasn’t really appropriate to be drinking at nine in the morning.

He wanted to. God, he really wanted a drink.

Inanna rolls over on the bed and yawns, glaring up at him for waking her. He tells her that he’s sorry, in spite of the fact that it was far past her due time to wake up. The brandy taunts him, and the headache that’s coming on is bound to be terrible, but he decides that he’s going to be a functioning member of society and drink coffee instead.

Coffee tastes like shit.

But, he figures it’s a decent substitute for the breakfast he should probably be eating right now, and it’s doing its job of waking him up.

He can’t stop thinking of her.

There’s a reason for it, he’s sure, and he supposes that’s where the need for a drink comes into play. He just...doesn’t want to think, and that’s harder than it ought to be.

“You wanna go for a walk?” He asks, and, in response, Inanna rolls away from him, barely balancing on the edge of the bed, “Okay, time to get up, you lazy bum.”

She yawns in defiance and nips at his wrist when he tries to clip her leash on, but in the end, he manages to get her to stand. She commits, begrudgingly, refusing to look him in the eye.

He decides that he should probably punt the walk when he hears the knock on the door.

Inanna trots back over the bed smugly, and he only rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that whenever he got rid of whoever this was, he’d take her out.

He probably shouldn’t be surprised to see her. He knows that Asra probably told her where he lives, and that he told her that if anything went wrong or if she needed anything, to go find him.

The initial shock wears off faster than anticipated, melting away into concern. Something had to’ve gone wrong, something had to warrant her visit and -

“Hi.” She smiles at him, but he’s known her long enough to know that she’s hiding something behind it, “Oh, um, Asra had your address written on a note in…” She pulls the note card from her handbag, “in a filing cabinet.” She smiles again, looking bashful.

He looks the card over, front and back, written in Asra’s messy scrawl, his name haphazardly scratched below the address.

He’s only a little angry at the moment that she didn’t have his address at hand, but he doesn’t want to make her think he’s angry at him, so he only hands the card back to her and asks, “Is everything alright?”

“I was going to call ahead.” She says, as if it was an explanation, “But I wasn’t sure if you’d be in, and...I suppose I should’ve checked, right?” She laughs awkwardly, wringing her hands together, and sighs, “I’ve an appointment with Consul Valerius this afternoon, and I was...hoping you’d come with me?”

“No.” He says before he has a chance to think about it.

A great big mansion with people looking at him, and some stuffy rich guy looking down at him? He wasn’t too keen on the idea, but it was bound to be inevitable if the guy called himself a ‘consul’.

“Oh! Okay, well...sorry for bothering you, and,” She bites the inside of her cheek, taking a step back.

“Wait.” He panics on the inside and sighs on the outside, “Do you want to come in for coffee?” He hopes she doesn’t notice how he tenses his jaw.

She does, but she smiles kindly anyway and nods, “Coffee sounds perfect.”

He pours her a cup, vaguely remembering how she takes it, and she smiles at him gratefully, looking around the small apartment he called his own. The bed was pushed against the far wall, next to the door to the bathroom. The far wall passed for a kitchen, and she assumed that his bed had to double as a sofa.

She was used to cramped spaces, but this one was Muriel’s. She didn’t want to disrespect.

He clears his throat and grabs his own mug from the end table and asks, “Why’re you going to Valerius’?”

“Nadia thinks he might know something.” She blows on the lukewarm coffee, “I called ahead, and I’m heading up around noon.” He opens his mouth to respond, probably something dumb about how she could’ve just called to invite him, but they already covered that. Inanna headbutts her, panting heavily, and she immediately gives her her undivided attention.

“Oh, hello!” She says in that annoying baby voice people use with animals, kneeling before her, “What’s your name?” She’s immediately petting her with her free hand, and Muriel swears that Inanna looks at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, taunting him.

“Inanna.” He answers after a moment too long, realizing that Inanna couldn’t really answer for herself. “Her name’s Inanna.”

She turns and smiles at him, and it makes his chest flutter, and he can’t really understand why, “It’s fitting.” Inanna licks at her cheek, the traitor dog holding Muriel’s eye the whole time.

He pauses a second, finishing the last of his coffee, trying to ignore the grounds at the bottom, and sighs, “I’ll come.”

She stands, confused, “You don’t have to.” Her first concern was his comfort. Of course it was. “I can handle myself, Muriel.” She smiles, taunting him, and it’s only a little bit endearing. It’s more annoying than anything, because he knows that she can handle herself.

“Doesn’t mean you should go alone.” He shrugs, and then repeats, “I’ll come.”

She smiles, and takes another sip of coffee before saying, “You know, it’s the strangest thing. Talking to you is just…” She shrugs, “familiar, I guess.” She wipes one of her hands on her skirt and continues before he can even sputter a response, “Did...did you want me to come back or…”

He shrugs, “There’s no point. You can stay.”

Muriel didn’t think inviting her to stay through.

He was so awkward, and he wished he could channel the doctor or Asra or someone with an ounce of charm, and wished he wasn’t always on the verge of saying something that was bound to give her a headache.

He didn’t want to hurt her anymore than he already did.

But the train ride downtown isn’t that bad, and she sits a little too close to him, asking about his dog, and other assorted politely intrusive questions. She seems happier today, like things are somehow easier, and he’s almost glad to see her smile like that.

“Do you like jokes?” She asks, taking his hand as she leads him from the train station to the street. Hand holding was necessary, he decides, so she wouldn’t lose him in the sea of people, but even when the crowd thins, she persists. He doesn’t do anything to change that, either.

He shrugs, liking the way her hand fit in his, “Asra likes to tell them.”

She smiles again, and starts, “Okay, so, a drunk and his dog stumble into a bar -.”

“Dr. Devorak and Brundle?”

She laughs aloud, catching herself and cutting it short, “You’re terrible! Dr. Devorak stumbles into a bar, his dog behind him, and Jules bets the bartender that Brundle can talk.”

“He would think so.”

She shushes him through her laughter, and he notices the way her smile reaches her eyes, how light she seems to be, “So the bartender agrees, and Jules asks Brundle what the top of a house is. Brundle responds with -.”

“Roof.” Muriel rolls his eyes.

“And then,” She turns, pausing for emphasis, “Jules asks what’s on the bottom of a horse’s foot, to which Brundle replies with ‘hoof’. Finally, the drunk asks him who the greatest baseball player is, and the dog says, ‘rrrrrrruth!’.” Muriel chuckles at her animated enthusiasm of the dog’s answer, and she continues, “The bartender kicks the both of them out, and the dog said to the drunk, ‘maybe I should’ve said DiMaggio’.”

Muriel coughs out a laugh, the joke so unfunny he couldn’t help himself, and he shakes his head, “That’s awful.”

She’s laughing just as much as he is, shaking her head and wiping at nonexistent tears, “I read it in the paper this morning.”

“Sounds like something Asra would send in.”

She barks out a laugh at that, covering her mouth with her free hand like he said something controversial, and looks at him like he’s the funniest thing, “Goodness,” She fans her face, still laughing, “I haven’t laughed like that in a while.” He tries not to think about how a terrible joke is the cause of that, and definitely not how that was the first time he remembered laughing in...forever. “I’m starved...you hungry, big guy?” She squeezes his finger, and he nods, like a man under a spell.

She pulls him into a small diner that she claims she’s never been to before, but must be trustworthy because, as she puts it, “there’s people brave enough to sit and eat.”

She buys him pancakes.

The stack of pancakes is placed before him, and he practically tears into them, seemingly unaware of just how hungry he had been. The sides of eggs and bacon are sure to follow, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she pushed part of her meal to his side of the table out of pity. She probably thought he couldn’t afford food, given his living conditions.

He knew she really couldn’t.

She purses her lips, running the tip of her finger over the rim of her cup, before asking, “What do you think about all this? Really, I mean?”

He’s chewing thoughtfully, holding a fork in one hand and a knife in the other before he shrugs, trying to swallow prematurely, “I dunno what happened to the Count. Not a tragedy that he’s gone.” He finally manages to swallow, feeling embarrassed that he spoke in the first place.

“You knew him?”

He shrugs again, cutting away at his stack of pancakes, “Worked for him awhile. Fighting rings.”

She sighs, looking at him like he’s the most pitiful thing on the planet, her hand inching across the table like she was considering taking his, before she folds her hands together, resting her chin on them, and deciding to grab her coffee all in the same millisecond.

It was nice knowing she was just as awkward as he was, at least.

“What’s the, uh,” He pauses, trying to save the conversation, “what’s the plan with Valerius?”

She widens her eyes and sighs, shifting in her seat, “Hell if I know. I’m just...hoping to pick up a lead, I guess?” She shrugs, poking at her food, “I don’t really know what I’m doing, if you haven’t been able to tell.”

Muriel has half a mind to smile, to tell her that no, she’s doing fine, but the words catch on his tongue when she takes a drink of coffee, and he just wants to be able to tell her that he doesn’t think she’s a failure.

Instead, she pushes her plate of eggs toward him.

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Hosea. Dutch. Gayness. Angst. Pls ❤️

I love you for sending this. This is based on a video I saw @vandermatthews reblogged https://vandermatthews.tumblr.com/post/180245422063

“Next time I’ll slit your throat myself.”

The venom in Hosea’s voice wasn’t something that was heard often insidecamp. Everyone forgot sometimes that this was the man who had first ran withDutch, the only man with the backbone to reign him in. It made sense there wasdarkness to Hosea, but Arthur had never really gotten used to seeing it. 

Sean stuttered. He was the one holding the rifle but there was noquestion over who would wind up bleeding out if it came to it. 

Hosea snarled as he released Sean, pushing the man almost off his feet.He starts to march away, only to spot Arthur, “He’s useless that big sack ofturd.”

“Mhm, I know that.” Arthur responds, mostly because if he didn’t agreewith Hosea that anger would be taken out on him. 

Sean staggers, finding his footing. “I’m- I’m- I’m sorry!” He callsafter Hosea, but the man has already stormed away. 

“Wouldn’t waste your breath.” Arthur says, adjusting in his saddle. “Youand him ain’t ever gonna be friends.”

“What I ever do to him eh?” Sean says, straightening out his shirt sleeves. 

Arthur chuckled. “It ain’t what you did to him.” 

Sean look at him, exasperated. “Now what the fuck’s that supposed tomean?”

Hosea liked everyone in camp well enough, but Sean? There was asignificant frostiness there. There was also one detail about Sean thateveryone else in the camp lacked. 

“You tried to kill Dutch, idiot.” Arthur says, like it’s the mostobvious thing in the world. 

Sean throws his hands up in the air. “Aye, and the bloody bastardforgave me not ten seconds later! Come on Arthur, I’m not the only person herewho’s had a go am I?”

Arthur shrugs. “Guess you could count Kieran as an O’Driscoll, but thenthat still ain’t Dutch specifically. They want to kill us all.” 

“God damn it. Why’s Hosea all up in arms about it still anyway, that wasages ago! All in the past!” Sean says, kicking at the dust. 

There was a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why Hosea still heldthat particular grudge, but if Sean was too dense to see it Arthur wasn’t goingto open his eyes. “Clearly Hosea don’t see it like that.” 

Sean snorts. “Clearly.”

Arthur sighs, gently pushing his horse to move. He had actually been onhis way out. “Look, if I were you I’d give him a wide berth. Just don’t speakto him if you can help it. In fact, just don’t speak.”

“Very funny Arthur, you’re a funny guy!” Sean grumbled. “Where you offto anyway?”

“No business of yours.” Arthur shouts over his shoulder, disappearinginto the night. 

Sean sits himself back down on the tree, vowing to stay awake this time.The camp is fairly quiet, especially now everyone had heard Hosea’s outburst.He’d headed off towards the partially hidden scout campfire and by the soundsof it the rest of the camp had gone in the opposite direction. 

 Lenny had been sat in the quiet of the scout campfire, but one quicklook at Hosea approaching had him standing within seconds. 

“You okay?” Lenny asks the older man, shoving his pack of cards backinto his pocket. 

Hosea waved a hand. “Sure. I just, need a minute.” 

Lenny hesitated, but he’d been within earshot of the little incidentwith Sean. “You… you sounded pretty pissed back there.” 

Hosea sighs heavily, taking a seat by the fire on one of the logs.“Well, I can’t say I was happy to find that shit stain asleep on watch.”

“Went off on him like he’d killed the dog.” Lenny says, and he doesn’trealise how close his made up scenario was to the real reason behind Hosea’shatred. 

It takes every ounce of his self control not to react with violence tothe simple conversation. Lenny didn’t know, he was just trying to be nice toHosea. 

Visibly biting his tongue, Hosea tilts his head down to stare at theflames. “If you don’t mind, Lenny. I’d rather be alone.”

Lenny is backing up before the request has even finished leaving hislips. He knew you didn’t poke an angry snake with a stick if you didn’t want toget bitten. “Of course, Mr Matthews. I’ll keep everyone away for you.” 

“Thanks Lenny. You’re a good kid.” Hosea said, the tiredness he feltseeping into his voice.

Lenny disappeared, heading for the safety of camp.

Hosea had half an hour before his peace was disturbed, and half an hourwas not long enough to cool off.

 The footsteps are ones he knows well, which was the only reason Hosea didn’tthrow anything at the approaching man. 

“Lenny said you were out here.” Dutch breaks the silence, standingacross the other side of the fire. 

Hosea always liked looking at Dutch in orange light, but he can’t lookat him now. If he looked at him now he’d be marching back to where Sean was nodoubt asleep again and shooting the kid without hesitation. 

When Hosea doesn’t respond or look at him, Dutch starts to move,circling around the fire until he was behind his oldest friend.

“Will you ever forgive that poor boy?” Dutch teases, standing too closebehind him. 

Hosea sighs heavily, not in the mood for taking that particularsituation in any lighthearted manner. Dutch never took his dislike for Seanseriously. He wasn’t sure if it was to try and diffuse Hosea’s hatred or if hegenuinely didn’t think it was a big deal but it did nothing to sooth the venomin Hosea’s veins. He considered humouring the question and answering, but itwasn’t something that came easily to him. Forgiveness sure, he could forgive alot, but forgetting? Hosea would never forget how damn close he had been tolosing Dutch forever. 

There’s a weight on his shoulder, and Hosea shifts until his back ispressed against Dutch. Dutch kneads his fingers along tense muscles, his thumbtracing a line up Hosea’s neck. He starts on both shoulders, and Hosea suddenlyfinds himself relaxing, all the tension being eased away. 

“He was just a kid, Hosea. No harm, no foul.” Dutch mutters, nevertaking his eyes off the man in front of him. He should be keeping a look outfor any nosey camp members, but after the chewing out Sean got and with Lennyacting as a warning, he doubts anyone would try to get within sight ofHosea. 

“Not the point, Dutch.” Hosea says, and he tilts his head back, restingagainst the solid warmth Dutch’s body provided. He didn’t need the reminderthat Dutch was alive and well, but… well. Maybe he did. 

Every time he looked at Sean all Hosea could see was the barrel of arifle pressed against Dutch’s temple. He’ll never be able to wipe the coldfeeling that had exploded into his chest, the way time had stood still as Dutchmet his eyes and Hosea had known he was saying goodbye. That he had wanted hislast moments to be with Hosea. 

He’d never not see that when he looked at Sean. 

“He nearly killed you.” Hosea whispered to the fire burning in front ofhim, unsure if Dutch would even hear him. 

The hands rubbing at his shoulders disappear, and then Dutch is in frontof him, kneeling in the dirt so they were eye to eye. 

“Look at me.” Dutch demanded, and even on his knees he was always theone to be obeyed. Hosea lifts his head, meeting Dutch’s gaze.

He moves a hand, grasping Hosea’s jaw to make sure he wouldn’t lookaway. “He didn’t kill me. I’m still here. We’re okay. We are all gonna beokay.”

“I can’t just forget it, Dutch. When you-“ Hosea cuts himself off,clenching his jaw in Dutch’s grip. 

Dutch sighs, and his hand slips around to the back of Hosea’s neck,pulling them in close. “I know. It’s just, folk notice things now. The biggerthe gang gets the more observant they become. Please, please make an effort tobe civil with Sean. I ain’t asking for you to like him, or pretend to.”

Easier said than done. Hosea can’t control the rage that burns up insidehim when he comes into contact with the idiot. “I’ll do my best to avoid him.That’s all I can promise.”

Dutch just smiles and stares at him. It’s the kind of look that isusually reserved for when they’re totally alone, the open affection the man haswritten across his expression is something that could easily get them bothkilled. 

“That’s all I ask.” Dutch says, stroking at the soft hair at the back ofHosea’s neck. 

Usually he’d jump through hoops trying to do what Dutch asked, but thistime, this time Hosea wasn’t sure if it was a request he could abide by.

Dutch nods, and starts to let go of Hosea to back up out of his space.

Hosea snaps a hand out, his fingers closing around Dutch’s wrist andstopping him from pulling away. 

There’s silence for a moment, the pair of them unwilling to pullapart. 

“I can’t-“ Hosea breaks off, taking a deep shuddering breath. It kept replayingthrough his head. He could picture it like it was happening now. The smell ofsawdust and freshly cut wood, money bags heavy on his shoulder, Dutch’s handsfrozen halfway up and his rings glinting in the sunlight. The barrel of the gunleft an indent against his skin, red and angry. Hosea can still see the fear inDutch’s eyes, and he can still imagine what it would have been like if Sean hadpulled the trigger. 

Dutch is waiting for him to finish, patiently rubbing gentle circlesagainst his thigh with the hand that wasn’t threaded through Hosea’s hair.

“I can’t stop seeing it. You, and the gun, and I knew Dutch. I knew youthought you were never gonna see me again.” Hosea whispers to the dark. 

“Stay with me tonight.” Dutch says softly.

Hosea realises they’re so close now that he can feel Dutch’s breath, andhe can’t bring himself to pull away. 

“We can’t.” Hosea hates it, but they can’t. The camp was too quiet, tooclose. They couldn’t risk it. 

Dutch doesn’t see it that way. “To hell with everyone. Stay withme.” 

Hosea knows he should refuse, but even as the words start to form in hismind, the second Dutch’s lips touch his he knows it’s a lost argument. 

Dutch kisses like his life depends on it, intense and needy, and he cannever keep his hands to himself. Before Hosea knows it they’re pressed chest tochest, with Dutch still kneeling between Hosea’s legs. If anyone saw them therewould be no way to explain it. But, with that empty look of fear on Dutch’sface still present in Hosea’s mind, he can’t stop. 

“You’d best never leave me.” Hosea growls as they break apart, clingingto Dutch’s waistcoat in a bid to make sure they didn’t topple off the log. 

Dutch smiles, and he trails kisses along Hosea’s jaw, down his throat.“I’ll try make sure you go first, old man.” 

Hosea chuckles, and he lets Dutch nip at his skin. “It’s a deal.” 

Dutch laughs, pulling back. “Glad that’s settled. Now, come with me so Ican show you how alive we both are.” 

That was a request Hosea had no intentions of refusing. 

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I’d love to hear the origin story of Jonesy the dog :)

OK - So, I personally decided to name her Jonesy as a nod to Joceyln Jones, who plays the Final Girl in ‘Tourist Trap’ - which, if you want my opinion, is the real OG ‘House of Wax’, not the 1953 Vincent Price movie. I dare you to watch ‘Tourist Trap’ and tell me it’s not nearly identical to the 2005 ‘House of Wax’. ANYWAY…. Since I obviously can’t have the boys watching their own movie, I came up with this……

Jonesy came to Ambrose almost entirely by accident.

Lester discovered her as a very tiny puppy during one of his road-kill runs – she’d smuggled herself away in his truck-bed and sat happily gnawing on a dead squirrel while the perplexed youngest Sinclair tried to figure out where the hell he’d picked up a live puppy.

Jonesy may have simply been shoo’d off back into the woods if Vincent hadn’t wandered by at that particular moment and done a double-take over the small black and white wrinkle Lester was contemplating.

Because the puppy was technically Lester’s property at that particular moment (“Possession’s mor’n half the law, Vince.” “… That’s not how that goes…”), Vincent traded his pocket knife for the small pup and took it down to the basement to clean it up.

One soapy rinse, a handful of Ritz crackers, and a few small licks to a wax-encrusted hand later, and Vincent was head-over-heels for the little fuzzy lady.

This was all well and good, but there was one other member of the Sinclair family Vincent would need to address before the pup could stay.

The family hadn’t had any type of pets growing up (“That’s out of the question boys. The fur might get into the wax and ruin it.”), but Vincent couldn’t recall his twin having particularly strong feelings about animals either way. All of Bo’s violent tendencies seemed to be fully focused on people – he’d never made it a point to harm animals; even during their younger years when it might have been easier to handle Old Lady Bruster’s cat a bit too roughly or kick a stray dog rather than start a brawl in the school-yard. 

Keeping this in mind, Vincent still held the small warm body close to his chest as he quietly walked up the staircase to confront his twin. 

He found Bo in the kitchen, nursing a beer and playing solitaire – the generator Bo was in the middle of constructing for the town was still a work in progress, so TV was a no-go for the foreseeable future - and the handsome twin almost looked relieved to put the damn cards down as Vincent joined him at the table.  

Deciding that getting it over with was preferable to drawing out the suspense, Vincent thrust the pup away from his chest and presented her to Bo (“The fuck? Where’d you get a damn dog?”). Thankfully, not even the sour-disposition of the fairer-twin was entirely immune to the charms of a happy puppy; and a few thumps of a tiny tail and wriggles of over-sized ears saw Bo begrudgingly reaching out and rubbing a finger under the pup’s muzzle. 

Of course, there were stipulations (“You’re payin’ for it’s damn food. I ain’t gonna put that mutts feed on the grocery list.” “It chews on my boots ONCE and it’s fuckin’ out the door.”), but once terms had been reached and hands shook in agreement, Vincent offered his twin a small eye-wrinkling grin which Bo returned.

Which brought them to the subject of names.

To Bo’s eternal amusement, it appeared that their first family dog would be a bitch -which seemed appropriate – but Vincent balked at his twin’s suggestion that they just call her ‘Trudy’ and be done with it. 

“I know she’s a dog, but she does look like that lil’ Pussyfoot cartoon, doesn’t she? ’Specially with those damn big eyes.”

“…guess, so.”

“Or Snoopy – ‘cause of her color. But I ain’t havin’ a dog named Snoopy. Fuck that.”

“… Jonesy?”

“Huh?”

“…Chuck Jones. The artist. Pussyfoot… Jonesy.”

“You would tie your damn dogs name back to an artist. Why not just call her Rembrandt and fuckin’ get it over with?”

“…….”

“… Fine. Damn, Jonesy, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

“….You know Jonesy was the name of the cat in Alien too right?”

“….Fuck off.”

“You fuck off - I’ma go jack it to Sigourney Weaver and her pussy.”

So, the pup was christened ‘Jonesy’ after American cartoonist Chuck Jones – or the cat from ‘Alien’ if you decided to ask Bo. 

The next day, Lester delivered a sad bundle of Jonesy’s siblings, found close to his meat pit. Heartbreakingly, she was the only survivor of her litter; but Vincent took it upon himself to make them honorary members of their little town and sculpted the tiny bodies into a wax display for the pet shop window.

#jessica writes #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #jonesy the dog #house of wax

[tambelon]

@ask-terracotta-jade @askpenwright @miss-sheepy

OOOO OKAY.  EXCITED YOU GUYS WANNA HEAR :D

Anyways!! Meet Flea! She is my werewolf druid :D (Flea’s not her real name btw, her friend gave her that name)

Since my bf is our DM, he let me use her as a werewolf with some modifications, mainly she’s not so resistant to....well, everything.  Shit still hurts.  She’s what is known as a Moon-touched werewolf, so she’s born into lycanthropy.  They can have humanoid forms and stuff but mainly they stay like big woofs :D Moon-cursed are the usual werewolves people know about and the freakin indestructible ones lol

Session 0 was mainly a roleplay chat in Discord, Flea tried to pass herself as a longtooth shifter but clearly failed due to some bad rolls.  She was travelling with my friend’s dragonborn, Vasira, before they met up with my bf’s PC, Viktor the Kobold, and @askscribbly​‘s goblin, Popper.  Viktor’s kind of like... a party member NPC that does more lol.  We just wanted my bf to join the fun ok and Viktor is a delight.  

Viktor mentions a problem in the nearby town of Blackwood with him looking into another incident dealing with a wife’s husband missing, who turns up dead on the road with a note in his pocket from the brother in Blackwood.  The four decide to group up and see the problem through since why not, they’re all going there anyways.

Session 1 starts off with them entering Blackwood, the four directly heading to the tavern.  Flea’s allowed to have a normal wolf form that doesn’t count as Wildshape, so she’s in that because... well, a normal wolf is less terrifying than a fricken werewolf and everyone else in the party minus Vasira are kind of races that get kicked around.  They enter the tavern: Popper instantly looks around and sees a hooded figure at a table doing card tricks, so he’s gonna go look over there, Vasira went to the bar to speak to the tavern owner, Fritz.  

And Flea? For technically the first rolled action she does in the live campaign?

She goes and begs for table scraps.  Had to roll for performance, which she has no bonus modifier in.

AND SHE GOT A 19.  SHE GOT THAT TABLE SCRAPS AND IS THE BEST DAMN WOLF EVER.  GODDAMN HILARIOUS.  These people are fucking enamoured with Flea in her wolf form.  

Viktor comes over and apologizes for ‘his dog’ and gets some info on how there’s no animals nearby.  Vasira learns about dead bodies missing and Popper... well, Popper made a friend. Vasira rents two rooms for the night and it was decided it would be Viktor and Vasira in one room and Flea and Popper in the other.  Flea has the cantrip to speak to animals, so she begins to perform that ritual so she can speak to Popper’s mount, a mastiff named Cecilia.

Was kind of a weird...philosophical session with the dog.  Flea doesn’t really know if she gained anything out of it, but she opened up to the dog because no one else can speak to the dog but Cecilia mentioned to keep what she said a secret haha.  Whew.  Definitely helped Flea feel less strict around Popper, but she was still on edge. Vasira and Viktor are having a helluva powerful talk downstairs and Popper was invited to the cloaked figure’s room.  TBH, ask @askscribbly​ about Popper and his adventures, I’m sure they’d love to expand LOL.  

BUT SUDDENLY.  SOMETHING CRASHES IN AND GRABS A HALF-LING.  EVERYONE (minus Flea) HEARS THIS, INCLUDING THE DOG, SO FLEA’S ALERTED AND THEY GIVE CHASE.

Turns out to be a fucking scarecrow.  A SCARECROW.  AND THUS OUR FIRST BATTLE BEGINSSSS.

Vasira rages, Viktor attacks and has pack tactics, Flea tries primal savagery but nothin’ happening.  Physical attacks doing shit.  Flea almost gets knocked unconscious but survives with 1 HP, she’s pissed at this thing now. AND POPPER, DEAR LOVELY POPPER, HEALS HER.  AND SHE.  RIPS THAT FUCKING THING.  TO SHREDS.  LIKE A CHEW TOY.  And thus Flea got the first kill of the night.

There ends up being a letter tucked away and while Flea can read the script of the name signed at the end, Vasira can actually read Elvish, so they figure out it’s Popper’s friend, who’s name is Saelithia.  They approach her with questions and got confirmation it was written by her, so we went to her friend’s house who was named in the letter.  Popper found a journal nearly ellibile minus four entries and how a strange discus object was connected to Tom (the friend).

Next they headed to the tree where Tom was hung, Flea was able to use detect magic to see a conjuration chain and undead chain across the hole of the tree.  She stuck her paw in and it fucking hurt.  Viktor and Popper hit them too and it hurt as well.  Nobody learns a lesson and Vasira severely disappointed derg-mom.

They go back to Saelithia with the journal and she returns with them to the tree, but kind of stuck so they went to go check out the two other problems: missing bodies and missing wildlife.

They head to the cemetery, fucking undead attack and Vasira destroys them with firebreath.  Vasira finds a monastery in the graveyard and we find this gross and awful mass of flesh and shit causing the undead shit.  Popper gets knocked out but Flea returns the favor and heals the dude. Viktor kills it because he’s bad ass and I love him.

Afterwards they go to look what’s causing the wildlife to go missing, which turns out to be a Maw Demon.  OOF. Viktor and Vasira are doing close-range, while Popper and Flea stay back and do long range. Popper gets the final blow with sacred flame.  Our heroes are worn out and go back to the tree, finding the chains broken and the hole open.

...But before anyone could say they should rest, Flea charges in (probably high on the excitement) with Viktor chasing after her.  Vasira and Popper just kind of... stare off in disbelief  Vasira’s owner even drew it lol.

And that’s where session 1 ended :D We got our next session next week and I’M PUMPED AHHH.

#d&d shenanigans #ch: flea

[magicalsalamander]

At Your Service

Pairing: Monsta X Shownu  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid (Doberman Pinscher) | Bodyguard | Office | Fluff | Angst | Smut

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Hyunwoo, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; Death of character (family member), explicit smut, knotting, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, explicit language, and dirty talk.

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on another series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a slightly different perspective on this one-shot!

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The whine of drills and sparks singeing metal played in harmony with the sound of heavy rainfall. The toxic combination of gasoline, oil and fresh water bit at his sensitive nose. However, with the years spent in the auto shop the familiar smells have become comforting. He leaned against the steel service door frame, watching and guarding the entrance protecting the mechanics inside. The rain was thundering against the rooftop and metal awning shading the service doors. He closed his eyes, resting them just for a moment letting his six sense take over, as he was lulled by the cascading waterfall off the awning.

Wet footsteps sloshed against the asphalt, a new sound against the normal industrial noises. The shuffling of a paper bag accompanied the hurried steps. Inconspicuously, a floppy ear perked up towards the sound and when it got closer he pried open an eye. She was wrapped up tightly in a hoodie with her arms struggling over a large bag in her hands. She ran through the parking lot like she was running away from rolling lava. She broke thought he waterfall, her hoodie getting drenched, and pulled the hood of her hoodie back breathing a sigh of relief. He watched the pink and rosy burn on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. A smile radiated from her at him momentarily stopping Hyunwoo’s heart.

He closed his eye again, but a huff left you noticing his passive attitude. You pulled out a smaller bag out of the bigger paper bag you were carrying with a sly smile. You approached the emotionless Pinscher, full intent to rile him up. He seemed like a quite one with his stoic exterior, but he could yapp at times like a chihuahua. Hyunwoo put of this pretense of being an aggressor, a force to be reckoned with, but he melted like putty when it came to pets. You often believed it was the slant of his eyebrows. He was all bark no bite…at least when it came to you.

Grandpa ran this shop since his twenties proudly being open for almost fifty years. When he first opened the suburban neighborhood was nice, but as the decades rolled on the times weren’t as kind. He adopted Hyunwoo from the shelter after one too many break ins and cranky customers. He walked into the shelter with his hands clasped behind his back browsing the different cubbies with hybrids in them. He pulled a sour face when the workers offered him a bunny or kitten that tried to drag him in personally with their eyes. He insisted to the workers he wanted an aggressive, vicious looking dog hybrid. They sided eyed eachother attempting to catch up with him as he perused the isles. He stopped at the end of the isle eyeing the back of a tall, well-built Doberman, who rested his head on the wall in the corner of cage.

Grandpa tapped the window, but the hybrid remained motionless. He tried again, and the hybrid turned around squinting his eyes angrily at him for disrupting his sleep. The worker behind him politely attempted to redirect him again, but he didn’t budge, “This one. I want this one.”

The angsty hybrids eyes perked up, even standing up to approach the glass between them. The worker tried to bargain again, “He used to be a K-9 for the police, but he doesn’t do his job. He’s too lazy.” The Doberman growled at the worker who curled away from the glass at the noise. 

With his eyes still razor sharp he turned to Grandpa, “You want to adopt me?”

Grandpa didn’t lose his confidence; his smile was still intact. “Yes, if you’ll come home with me.” The workers fiddled with their hands trying to come up with a plan together to divert him, but the bond was set. Hyunwoo nodded, his expression softening for a moment. 

Grandpa looked towards the staff, “Well, whatcha dilly-dallying around for, let’s get the adoption going whippersnapper!” He turned back to the hybrid, “What’s your name kid?” 

His floppy ears twitched along with his tail behind him, he’s never been asked that before, “Hyunwoo…Sohn Hyunwoo.”

He could’ve gotten a dog, but he wanted someone that could actually talk back. When the family ran away from his lame jokes, Hyunwoo was the one who had to sit through them. He did it diligently though, he was patient and took everything. Given his face was robotic, then a forced amused smile would bloom out of it. He always gave an awkward laugh at the end to let Grandpa know he was listening. All his responses were short either yes or no, or if you were lucky a small phrase. It made the old man smile regardless. To Hyunwoo it was his way of paying Grandpa back.

You squatted down next to your family guardian, setting down the larger bag on the dry cement fishing out the smaller bag again. With your free hand you carded your finger over his bangs, brushing stray hair out of his eyes. You then scratched behind one of his floppy, black ears feeling his head lean into your touch. You were always glad that your grandpa decided not to crop his ears in efforts to make him look threating. You argued with your Grandpa over it, the innocent fifteen-year-old when you first met eighteen-year-old Hyunwoo. “His eyes already are scary, just leave his ears alone.” Which wasn’t a complete lie, whenever he squinted and pulled that stoic expression, it promised nothing but nightmares.

Even though Hyunwoo, a majority of the time, was docile, you’ve seen the aggressive side of him once.

About six years ago you were working, but basically hanging out, as the receptionist for the auto shop during summer break in high school. Hyunwoo was outside guarding from his usual post by the service door. A middle age male customer came in to the shop obnoxiously chewing gum, acting haughty from the get-go. His choice of car was clearly making up for something he lacked. The man leaned against the counter trying to court you, even before you got the chance to ask, “How can I help you?”

From the outside Hyunwoo kept a close eye on the situation the whole time. Hyun-woo decided enough was enough when the man was breathing your air almost as soon as you exhaled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood between the customer and you, blocking you from seeing the pervert. Hyunwoo’s eyes barely looked up as they glowed behind the brim of his baseball cap (which had holes for his ears). In a bass growl, falling near an impossibly low register, the words tumbled off his tongue, “If you don’t want your car fixed, I suggest you leave.”

The customer scoffed leaning his head back chewing while he spoke, “Ho-yeah? Says who buddy?” He tried leaning on the counter pushing past Hyunwoo to potentially pick up where he left off at. Hyunwoo’s nostrils flared and whipped around grabbing onto pervert’s arm and shoved him face down onto the counter. There was a resounding crack from the wooden counter top. The customer began shouting, even claiming he would sue if Hyunwoo didn’t let go. Your alarms went off, so you pulled Hyunwoo off doing your best to hold him back. The growling didn’t stop though. The customer stood up haphazardly pointing a finger at you both, “I swear when I come back I’ll…I’ll!” He couldn’t finish his sentence finding his anger get the best of him and just ran out the front door and zooming off in his red car. Hyunwoo didn’t bother looking at you he returned to his post carrying on with his job. You were left there questioning what happened, but your stomach was doing flips on its own accord.

The pervert never returned.

He breathed out something like a sigh of relief enjoying the warmth from your hand. The cold was crisp, but you were a welcoming heat. When your hand stopped scratching, he wanted to whine out in protest. “I brought you something.” He pried one eye open again setting his sight on the familiar bag, then both eyes opened. His tail wagged behind him thumping against the metal frame. You couldn’t help but giggle and hand over the steaming goodies. Even when you didn’t have a reason to come over, you’d stop by just to see Hyunwoo, your best friend. Grandpa may have rescued him, but really Hyun-woo rescued you. He was always there for you, he was like a shadow preferring to watch from a distance.

He thanked you with a grunt fishing in the bag, biting into a hot one then immediately regretting it breathing out a billowing plume of steam. You lightly smacked his thigh then brought your thumb up to the edge of his lips wiping away stray crumbs. He stopped chewing as your soft thumb ran against his lower lip. He could smell your sweet perfume mixing in with the fresh rain. The sudden bite of gasoline seemed sweeter, he could get drunk off it. “Eat slow silly, I don’t have my CPR training yet.”  

His thumb swept across his lips before he took another bite. “Why do you need CPR training to be a secretary?”  

You brought an arm up resting your head in your hand, “It’s a—don’t speak with your mouth full—requirement and new law.” 

He watched a soft smile graze your face as your hand went back to swipe more crumbs off his face, but his hand encased around your wrist. He gulped hard, “I can clean myself Y/N.” 

You pulled your hand away settling to ruffle his hair out of spite. You stood back up before he could bark at you. “I’m going to give this to Grandpa, I’ll see you soon Hyunwoo.” 

He snatched your wrist once more and with pleading eyes peeking through his bangs, “Just—just one more scratch before you go. You don’t have to…if you don’t want to.”

You set the bag back down, sitting across from him. In all honesty, you were the one who enjoyed petting him the most. It was sort of therapeutic and it gave you an excuse to spend time with Hyunwoo. He wasn’t much of talker, often opting out for a nap, but being in his presence was more than enough. Again, you carded your hand through his hair gently massaging and pampering him. Hyunwoo watched your expression carefully, the way your pupils dilated and how you breathed softly. He wanted to bring you in closer, hold you to him, but…he couldn’t. You were his best friend the family’s guardian, not ever to cross the line to…a lover.

Time blurred as the rain danced against the awning and the sparks never died out.

The rain eventually stopped and the seasoned changed, so did how cold this year’s winter felt. The news came unexpectedly a grim chill crept into the family. You were the last one to enter the office. You squeezed Hyunwoo’s hand before you left the lobby, not sure if it was more for you or him. The lawyer offered you a seat across him, “Please, sit.” He cleared his throat, attempting some empathy for your situation. “Ms. Y/L/N I’m so sorry for your lost. It’s never easy to relay, but he left me with things to give you.” He opened a black case file, pulling out your grandfather’s will and testament. He slid a copy of the original over to you and spoke as you read it to yourself. “He left a some of his assets to you, but the auto shop will be taken care of by your father.” 

You continued to listen politely nodding along, but really you were immersed in reading his testament. “Y/N, you have a heart of gold. You think of others before yourself, and I’m sorry to put this burden on you, but I trust you with this the most. I’m transferring the ownership of Hyunwoo to you as he legal guardian. Please watch over him like you always have, he will protect you now.” Tears stained the crisp, white paper you sniffled and wiped away the tears apologizing to the lawyer for getting emotional.

“Your grandfather set up a fund for Hyun-woo to take care of him.” He slid over a bank book with the name Sohn Hyun-woo scribbled on the top by your grandfather. The meeting was wrapped up shortly afterwards, Grandpa was always straightforward with his wants. 

Everything didn’t sink in truly until I made it back to the lobby. Hyunwoo stood up noticing a change in your scent, smelling the strong scent of salt and stress pheromones. It smelled like rotten eggs that were soaked in the sea. You stood before him with a lowered head and as a single tear rolled down your cheek he caught it before it had a chance to gain momentum. You grabbed his hand lacing your cold one around his warmth, “Let’s go home Hyun-woo.”

Hyunwoo’s never been to your new place, you just barely moved into the two-bedroom townhouse unit about three months ago. You finally saved up enough to leave your terrible previous roommates and find a place of your own. Working as a secretary for one of the CEO’s for a major company allowed you to slowly build up a savings. You wanted to leave apartments behind and upgraded to a house. However, that was still out of your budget, so you settled on a townhouse. It was narrow…and old, but it was still home. Hyunwoo’s eyes was busy looking around studying the street and the surrounding area, narrowing his eyes at any other pedestrians. He was nearly stepping on your heels, his instincts to protect you naturally taking over in this new environment.  

You walked up the short staircase to your navy-blue door with the golden numbers 45730 decorating the center. Before you left you forget to turn on the outdoor light, so you took your phone out to work as a flashlight. You jiggled the keys in the lock, since the lock was old it wasn’t a direct turn the key to right or left. Hyunwoo loomed over you, having already scouted out the area; his black tail was twitching back and forth, and his nostrils flared subtlety.

After the typical three jerks of the key in the lock, it budged to the left and opened the door. You let Hyunwoo go inside first, then closed the door behind you. He lugged two suitcases of his stuff with him setting them in the hallway. You took of your shoes placing them in the shoe rack next to the door. Hyunwoo watched everything you did and repeated after you. You flicked on the light turning around with your cheeks flushed, “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

He turned around after placing his shoes in the rack following your lead finally taking in your sanctuary. The first thing he noticed was the dark wood staircase leading upstairs, then the small living room. All the spaces in your home were utilized strategically. The living room was composed of a couch and a television with knickknacks around to follow your personality. It was all tasteful a blend between comfort and contemporary. The kitchen was directly afterwards but before the transition of rooms, below the ascending staircase was a staircase that lead downstairs to a basement floor. “I planned to turn the other room into some sort of office space, but it’s yours.” He nodded not bothering to look at you still looking around inspecting everything with his eyes. He wanted to learn everything, he couldn’t fully contain his excitement. He felt even more compelled to do so because this was your place.

You snapped your fingers at him already halfway down the stairs with a suitcase in tow, “Hyunwoo, come on follow me.” He followed with a suitcase in tow watching your hair bounce as you trotted down the stairs. You flicked on the light of the room. The decorating was simple a white desk with a table lamp, a twin sized bed with a fluffy white duvet. “The bed used to be mine from my last place, but if you don’t like it we can get you a new one.” 

His eyes were busy, not truly quiet believing yet that he was going to be living with you. You ran your fingers through your hair, “I’m going to make some dinner, feel free to look around and get comfortable. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

He nodded still busy understanding his new territory. He liked this room, it was better than his old room at the mechanic shop which really was an office. On the outside he seemed nonchalant, but internally his stomach was doing flips.

You turned around once more in the doorway, messing with the edge of your shirt, “Hyunwoo.” 

He turned around abruptly his wagging tail halting, taking in your sudden closed off language. With a bit of courage, you reached out and slid your arms around his sides to rest your head on his wide chest. He was a muscle machine, so it felt like you were hugging a wall. He stood still, not quite sure where he should reciprocate or not, he wasn’t one for affectionate touches. “Are you okay? I haven’t had the chance to ask you yet.” 

All the muscles in his face relaxed and he slowly encased you in a bear hug. “I’ll be fine Y/N.” You stayed in his arms, his comforting scent of sandalwood and hints of floral tones instantly soothed you. You practically melted in his arms, but before you did you pulled away squeezing his hands and made your way back up the stairs.

He went into action immediately as you left inspecting everything in his new room. He brought the comforter to his nose, it smelled like detergent, but your scent was faintly still on it. His tail was wagging at a blurring speed. He left unpacking for later and decided to roam around the house. He bypassed you in the kitchen cutting up vegetables heading up to the second floor. He opened the first door in the hall finding a bathroom. He then moved onto the second room that was your bedroom. He hesitated, but stepped in cautiously, not totally sure if he should be in your room. The set up was simple, similar to his room, but it had a touch of you and a queen size bed. He looked out the window inspecting what was in the area noting to himself the street was just below. He needed to know all the spots in the house to make sure he could protect you anyway possible. He may not guard the auto shop anymore, but he wanted to protect his new home with the same, or even more attentiveness.

He was about to walk out of the room, but he stepped on something. He pulled his foot back inspecting the object though the darkness. His night vision wasn’t great, tittering somewhere between human and dog perception, but he felt fabric. It didn’t help that he was slightly colorblind due to his canine half. He bent down and picked it up squinting to take it in. When his vision finally focused he realized it was a black, lacy bra. From his neck to his ears a hot crimson blush changed his tan pigment to a molten red tone. He dropped it back onto the floor as if he never touched it. He sped out of the room reprimanding himself and reminding himself you were his best friend and he had to protect you. 

You weren’t his…you weren’t his.

“Hyunwoo! Come eat.” He made his way back downstairs just as you were calling out for him. You were plating food and placed it on the coffee table instead of the two-seater dinner table. “I think it would be nice to watch some TV while we eat.” 

He sat next to you, opting to sit on the floor while you crossed your legs sitting on the couch. You turned and changed it to a channel you’d both enjoy. You ate slowly eying Hyunwoo every now and then finding it difficult to bring up what you wanted to tell him. After swallowing a bite, he turned to you, “Spit it out Y/N.”

You almost choked on a bite of your own needing to take a swig of water before you spoke. You pulled up your purse and fished out the bank book handing it over. Hyunwoo turned to you as you set your plate down, the atmosphere felt thick. “Hyunwoo, I know Grandpa switched your ownership to me, but I don’t want you to think of me as your owner. You’re my best friend, not a…pet.” You spat out the last word, it left a bad taste in your mouth. “You’re an equal to me and--and…and.”

He set down his plate turning to you lacing his fingers in yours running his thumb over your knuckles. You nearly jumped back not expecting the affection touch. He continued to stroke your knuckles basking in the low hum of the TV. He always had a way of letting you know silently things were okay. You took a deep breath, “If you don’t want to stay, you’re not obligated to. You can claim independence and I will support you.”

His thumb stopped rubbing over your knuckles stuck in a divot. His eyes finding your trembling ones. You wanted the best for him, and always wanted him to live the way he wanted. He deserved more than sticking by a service door and you wanted to give him the chance. His gentle stroking resumed, “I want to stay. I want to be with you.”

The double meaning of his words went over your head, so instead you scooted towards him. “You want to stay?” 

He smiled brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, “Yes.” 

You encased his hand with both of yours, “We’ll figure it out things…together from here on out.” He looked up to your face, finding himself in the reflection of your eyes. He didn’t know where he’s going to end up, but as long as its near you, he knows he belongs there.

Together.

The sun and moon rose in intervals and before you knew it a month had passed by. Hyunwoo slept at dawn and woke up at noon, he found it hard breaking the old habit of staying up at night to guard. He would sit in the living room with the TV on low as he watched the windows. He felt at ease when he knew he was doing something for you. You sometimes would wake up and find him asleep on the couch. You’d always coax him to sleep in his bed with pets and as time went by he became more relaxed. You even took a few days off to spend time with him. The two of you had a rhythm and life went about as usual. You had to admit though, it felt nice coming home to someone. From the moment you moved into this house, it felt bare like it was missing life. It was something you couldn’t put your finger on or fulfill. He filled a whole you never knew you were missing until happiness was overflowing. Hyunwoo was home.

Your keys jiggled thrice before the lock gave way, “Hyun-woo, I’m home.” The house was quiet, and you saw why immediately. Hyun-woo had headphones in as he was watching some videos on your laptop. You hooked your house keys on the key rack and gently closed the door behind you. You tip toed your way over to the back of couch approaching the clueless Doberman. You’re truly surprised he hasn’t noticed you yet, he was really into the video he was watching. You stretched your neck to gander over his shoulder noticing what seemed to be a dance video. A cheshire grin grew as you slowly leaned from the back of the couch, almost resting your head on his shoulder. “What are you watching?”

A shiver ran down his spine setting each pore on alight from your hot breath on his cheek. He turned to the side immediately, instincts switched back on. You didn’t realize how close you were to his face, until he turned his lips skimmed yours. His smooth, pink lips grazed yours in what felt like slow motion. The thickness and natural pucker of them left a lasting effect. You pulled away slightly, not completely sure what to do. However, to egg on your confusion you felt a sense of regret. The tingle of his lips felt like pop rocks on yours. His eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets. His pupils dilated, and his irises were engulfed black. Afraid to speak above a whisper, his tone came out more sultry than he wanted to, “Y/N?” His eyes darted down to your lips once then back up to yours, “when did you get home?”

His words were like a gong in your ear, a reminder that this wasn’t okay. He was your best friend. A swift kick of a reminder that best friends don’t brush lips or made your heart feel like it was going to burst out of your chest. You don’t exactly remember when this feeling bubbled in your gut. Maybe after he rescued you from the pervert, maybe you recognized earlier that he was handsome and smart. It was hard to put a finger on it.

You stood back up hurriedly and pointed to the door, “Uhm, just a moment ago…I’ll go make something to eat. You must be hungry!” You ran into the kitchen holding a hand to your lips. Hyun-woo sat there, the headphones around his neck softly playing hip hop, in a daze not truly understanding what just happened. However, he knew…he wanted it to happen again.

You both sat at the dinner table silently nibbling on dinner. He was okay with the silence, but you weren’t. You didn’t to stay in this awkward phase, but you found yourself at lost for words. You wanted to feel his lips again. You wanted to inch closer until his breath sent nothing but electricity up your spine like a paralysis. He deserved better though. A million and one thoughts were running through your head. He knew you even better than the back of his own hand. He could tell you were tip toeing around acting like what happened earlier didn’t. He could smell the anxiety leaking from you. His heart was still racing from it, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t have hearing like a hybrid. However, if you listened close enough you could probably hear it.

He could admit that living with you for the past month has been the happiest time of his life. He found himself when you left, the first few weeks, marking his scent around the house. He listened to his instincts and acted upon them, telling him to leave a bit of claim of himself on you. He continuously did it because when you came back it would wear off after a few days. It was like he had no control over himself when it came to you.

After swallowing a bite, “How was work today?” 

Your fork in your hand clattered against your plate not expecting him to break the ice. You cleared your throat, “Good, my boss has me running around doing extra work because of the upcoming office party this weekend.” 

He raised a brow, “Do you want me to bite him for you, maybe that’ll give you more time?” 

A huff of a laugh left you, then you couldn’t help the breathy laughs that followed. “Only if you’ll bite him in the ass?” 

His face scrunched up in disgust, “Look Y/N, I’m not into those kinks like you are.” 

Your mouth fell into an “O” shape, so you bunched up your paper napkin and threw it at him, “Hyunwoo!” He rolled his eyes teasingly and you both naturally fell into line again, running parallel to one another again.

You brushed the hair curtaining in your face to set behind your ear. He licked the sauce accumulating at the corner of his mouth. “Hyunwoo, can I ask you a favor?” Your eyes peered over to him with glossy, puppy eyes. His pointed tail thumped against the wood of the chair, snapping sideways enjoying the submissive look in your eyes. He nodded waiting for you to elaborate both set of ears open. “The office party is this weekend,” you pushed vegetables around on your plate feeling oddly nervous to ask him. He continued to chew staring at you, so you set down your fork feeling more stable that way. “We’re allowed to bring a guest. Would you come with me Hyun-woo? I would really like it if you could join me.” He didn’t mind being in crowds, but he wasn’t the type of person to really go for it either. 

He swallowed thickly nodding, “As long as we don’t have to stay the whole night.” 

You sighed in relief, “Yeah, yeah, I just need to be there for a few hours. Thank you, Hyunwoo.”

He was fusing with the buttons of his black button up. You bought the shirt the day before and the buttons were just about struggled to stay shut in their eyelets. As long as he didn’t overdo it on the arm movement he figured it should be fine. He walked up the steps fixing his cuffs and looked in the mirror one last time fixing his hair. Surprisingly he felt a bit nervous, he’s never been to a party especially since it put on more pressure on him because these people were your peers. He was going to be on his behavior for your sake, or as you put it, “You don’t need to protect me here, so relax and enjoy it okay?” He scoffed thinking over your words again, how could he not protect you. That’s all he knew.

He heard your bare feet prodding down the staircase. You rounded the banister fixing an earring then smoothed out your dress, “How do I look?” 

Hyun-woo lifted a brow looking you up and down, he wired his jaw shut wiling it to stay that way. Your dress didn’t leave much to the imagination even though it was a modest bodycon. His eyes trailed the curve of your silhouette catching himself licking his lip. He bit it slightly to bringing himself back to reality. “You look pretty.” 

You were going to tease him, but you didn’t have much time left to get to the office. You thanked him and checked him over stepping close to fix his shirt. “I’ll keep in mind to get a size up next time…they look good on you.” 

A blush threated to burn on his cheeks feeling the soft pads of your fingers brush against his chest. In an inhale out of reflex he caught your scent as well mixed with a floral perfume. This night was going to be difficult considering your visuals were enough to have him wanting to brush your lips again. Patience, he was the master of that….but tonight you were pushing his limits.

Hyunwoo felt out of place at your office, he opted to stick close by you the whole time. The party was held on one of the rooftop lounges. When he walked in everyone was dressed to the nines, he felt underdressed. You let him know that these people over do it all the time, it’s a competition between themselves. You even winked at him, “You’re the best dressed Hyunwoo.” However, when the big executives came into the room you dismissed yourself for a moment to help your boss remember the faces and names of these people. “Save a dance for me later Hyun-woo.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew that was his way of sealing the deal.

He kept an eye on you the whole time you worked your way around the floor, you radiated a different glow amongst the crowd, so it was easy to find you. He sipped on the flute of whatever was in the glass, it was mostly in his hand to blend in. He brought it up to his lips gazing over the rim watching you. The way you stood with your shoulders back and the way your smile reached your eyes he could see why people gravitated to you.

His aura turned from a calm blue that bleed into a tangible emerald green. He watched as your boss slid a hand around your waist to sit at the small of your back and you didn’t even flinch. He began making his way through the crowd, excusing himself at people who had their noses in the air, wanting to break that very arm, but you looked over to him. Your expression towards him said it all, “Stop, don’t.” He felt everyone blurring fast around him as you went on smiling to the people in front of you…and your boss. He set the flute down on a passing by waiter’s tray and faded away.

You strategically removed your bosses hand off your waist. In the aftermath of his unwelcomed touch, it felt like a greasy mark was left where his hand once was. His touch was cringeworthy, an act he put on in front of his colleagues to seem like a dominant male. You kept your eye on Hyun-woo, but when he approached you had to let him know you had everything under control. He needed to trust you, but when you looked for him again he vanished from your sight. You excused yourself with a polite nod and went to look for Hyunwoo.

He was all the way downstairs in lobby, sitting at one of the many tables. You approached him cautiously, the click of your stilettos letting him know you were near. When he didn’t answer you calling his name you sat across from him, but he didn’t spare you a glance. His anger only boiled more when you didn’t smell clean anymore, but a rancid males scent…that wasn’t his. “Hyunwoo, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?” 

He propped his chin on his hand, “I want to go home.” His tone was strict and a command, not a request. 

You felt a twinge of hurt, but you didn’t want to force him to stay for your sake. “Okay, let’s go home.”

The car ride back is deadly quiet, the only sounds are the low hum of the radio. Halfway through the drive home the clouds started rumbling, so you stole glances at Hyun-woo to make sure he was okay. Normally he was fine with rain, but thunderstorms threw off his senses. However, his continuing odd behavior seemed to override it. When you open the door to the house he brushed past you and descended into his cave. You barely racked your keys before you hear the slam of his door. You stood at the entrance, contemplating what to do. Would it be too much to let him mull it over on his own, or should you help him? You decide on the latter, things don’t solve themselves. Whatever this fit was it’s better to face it head on.

The descending staircase didn’t hold the same calm presence that you associated with Hyunwoo. You held onto the railing, your heels thumping as you walked down each step carefully before you stood in front of his door. Clenching and unclenching your fist you rasped your knuckles against the cold, hollow wood. He didn’t respond to you, so you carried on with persistence. “Hyunwoo, open the door…please.” When the sound of your heartbeat is the only thing you can hear, you bit back the feeling of disappointment. You tested the handle and it opened to a dark room.

He sat on the edge of his bed that was up against the wall with his head hung low. The moonlight that seeped through the equally as volatile clouds covered the room with a pale light. Blinking slowly, he brought his head up, the friendly brown warmth in his eyes toiling and swirling like thick tar. A flash of lighting broke through the cloud lighting up the room for a split second. His eyes were swimming with something dangerous. His black bangs hung over his eyes, you finally understood the fear of those on the receiving end. “H—Hyunwoo, what’s wrong? Why are you acting this way?” 

For the first time you saw his sharp canines as he pulled back his lips to growl. You took two steps back towards the doorway bracing a hand to your chest, you didn’t understand the change in his behavior.

“Talk to me Hyun-woo, what’s wrong?” Waves of your fear and anxiety rolled towards him, along with the scent of…your boss. It makes him more antsy, not sure where to displace his anger.

He gripped the sheets tight in his clutches turning away from you. “I want to leave. I can’t stay here anymore.” 

Your knees felt weak, it was like he bit a chunk out of your heart and spit it out. Stinging tears welded up in the corners of your eye, but you found your voice, “Why?” He sat up passing you to go into his closet lugging out a suitcase. You walked slowly over to him testing the waters and wrapped your hand around his arm, “Hyun—.” Your hand was an epicenter of warm ripples sending goosebumps to rise on his skin, an instant calming effect. His emerald marbling with yellow again to a tolerable color. He caught it again, your boss’s scent and it was like someone poured black into the cauldron again; an irreversible acidic green.

With more force than necessary, he ripped your arm away. “I can’t stay y/n.” He fished around his closet pulling clothing from the hangers and stuffed it into his suitcase.

The sounds of your choked tears made him freeze. He rubbed his forehead letting a growl of frustration leave him. Another crack of lighting lit up the room as he chanced a glance over his shoulder, “Is that all I can ever be to you…just a friend?” He didn’t want to come across this aggressive, but he couldn’t play ignorant anymore. He couldn’t just brush these feelings under the rug anymore. You were his best friend, but he wanted more, always have and always will. He turned to you and it gleamed at him, a single tear fell from your eye. His resolution didn’t break no matter how much he wants to bring you into his arms and forget it all. He had to be rational, rationalize his jealous by distancing himself.

“Hyun-woo —what are you—what’s gotten into you! Talk to me!” He spun around on the ball of his feet, the feral side of him take over. All rational out the widow, when you raised your voice at him. He was done with tip toeing like he was walking on eggshells. He was listening to his beast, each step he took towards you was like a predator closing in on its prey. The air around you thickened like you were drowning in molasses. You almost tripped stepping backwards, not sure how far Hyun-woo was going to go.

Your heel caught on the edge of the rug and you slipped backwards trying to catch onto anything before you met an end. Hyun-woo caged you in, his arm one wrapped tightly around your waist and the other slammed against the wall bracing the both of you. His head hung low with his bangs brushing against your cheek. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly feeling your stomach in your throat. He lifted his head gently brushing his lips on the outer shell of your ears, “I’m not one to share Y/N. I want you, more than a friend. All of you or nothing.”

A soft mewl left your lips without your control and a satisfied non-threatening growl left him, happy with your responses. The way his low growls sent vibrations to your core was sinful. “Hyunwoo, no, you don’t. You should find a mate, I can take you to a shelter or find someone online.” With every word it felt like you were swallowing hot coals, so you ignored the burn of your thoughts. “You deserve someone better…than me.” 

He brought his head back slightly his gleaming eyes still hung low, “No. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

“Hyun-woo, please, think—,” you couldn’t find the words as his canines nibbled roughly on your ear lobe, then he licked affectionally afterwards. He was teasing you, playing with you, it must be the weather. His arm tightened around you when a new scent was introduced to him. He’s never smelled this on you before, but it was absolutely delicious. It urged him on further, he wanted—no needed—to drench you with his scent and mark you as his. He couldn’t stand it, you being touched by someone else, or you smelling like someone else, because you were his, his mate.

He flatted his tongue licking the exposed skin of your neck that your dress let him reach. Your arm latched onto his bicep squeezing it tight, a mix of a whine and yelp escaped you. “Hyun-woo, look at me please.” His tongue took a trail upwards towards your jaw, leaving kisses in its wake. He leaned his forehead against you with his eyes glued onto yours. He could see the flexions of your pupils, the windows to your souls laying everything on the table for him. He wanted to be let in. You brought a shaky hand up to his cheek, “Do you mean that Hyun-woo?” Your soft touch made him close his eyes asking, pleading, his beast to wait and control itself.

He nodded rubbing your foreheads together with a sound mixed between a hum and a grunt. He was never good at expressing himself, never finding the right words or expressions. He was always characteristically cold, but it wasn’t intentional. At this moment he didn’t need much of that, he didn’t need fancy words or lengthy monologues…things should be simple. Love is simple. He opened his eyes slowly then licked his lips, “It’s always been you, baby girl.”

Like a reflex, your hand on his arm clenched at the nickname. Softly chuckling he returned to his new favorite spot, nuzzling against your ear again, “Do you like that nickname…baby girl?” You nodded lightly afraid to commit to the name, afraid of the power it held over you. He bit teasingly on your ear, his voice in the deep register and commanding, “Use your words baby girl.” 

Your back inclined off the wall feeling his hand on your waist trailing down to latch onto your hip. Through a shaky breath you lost your train of thought as his hand traced random patterns and massaged at your flesh. “Yes, I like it...I like you Hyunwoo.” 

His eyes took a deeper turn, taking you into the abyss that was him. He couldn’t bite back the smile threatening across his face. A sense of relief flushed over him, finally.

He leaned in captured your soft lips with his. He felt like his head was swimming he wanted to swallow you, taste you, mold together. He held back his urge to take you right then and there wanting to coax more out of you. He never thought he’d live or see the day where you returned his feelings. His hands took a mind of their own, sliding and taking home all over you. To stabilize yourself your hands tangled in his thick black hair. Your hands found purchase finding his floppy ears caressing them softly. A mewl escaped you as you pulled away for a moment trying to find air, but he wasn’t having it. His lips caught yours again, a rumble erupting out of his throat. He felt like he couldn’t get enough, you tasted so sweet. He backed you flush into the wall and his kisses went from hard and passionate to soft and savoring.

You took this chance to switch things around and pushed him back until his calves met his bed. He pulled you down with him his arm was still tightly wrapped around your waist. You quickly adjusted yourself to straddle his thick thighs. He chased your lips, but you held a finger to his lips sitting patiently. Your eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen and bruised from kissing. God, you were a goddess to him, but you were a succubus in disguise.

He sat up groaning in protest, “What?” You snickered at his eagerness taking the liberty to grind against his already taunt crotch. You raised a brow at his whine as he threw his head back in lust. His normally stoic expression cracking under pleasure. He stopped you for a moment, “Y/N?” 

An airy laugh left you, so you leaned in traced the edge of his outer ear with your tongue, like he did early and nibbled on the fleshy lobe. “You made me really worried earlier Hyunwoo and you refused to speak to me. Do you think you deserve me going easy on you? To be easy and cave to the big, bad, wolf?” 

A whine left his lips at your clean words, but they held such filthy, he loved it. He pierced his lips together thin with a sultry exhale. You liked the sound of it so gyrated your hips over his feeling your panties soak up your essence. “Use your words…baby boy.” You breathed roughly into his ear with another swivel of your hips, “You’re going to listen to me baby boy, can you handle that?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. 

His nails dug into the sheets feeling his thighs and senses losing it to you, “Yes, I’ll be good.”

You slithered off his thighs, kissing a trail down his neck then to his collarbones as your hands were busy unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. You expanded your fingers letting them graze over his large thigh. Just as you wanted, a needy whine left his lips, “Don’t tease me Y/N.” 

You smirked against his neck and brought down your hand on his thigh in a swift reminder who was in charge. “What was that baby boy?” He bit his lip holding back a snarky comment, so rewardingly you rubbed his thigh and kissed his lips once before moving away. “That’s what I thought.”

His mind was spinning, yes, he’s pictured you before in similar situations, but this threw everything out the water. The way your hands danced across his skin pleased his inner beast. Just you existing made him embarrassingly submissive, pliable to anything you wanted. Something about how you took control out of his hands and into yours was the biggest turn on. The big, scary guard dog was a puppy on a leash.

The sound of the zipper unraveling overpowered the sound of thunder. You continued to tease him further by reaching into his pants, but not into his underwear just placing your hand over his thick, hard cock. Shamelessly you already imagined him stretching you out. You reached in further towards his balls feeling a bulbous base to his cock. You wanted to ask what it was, but you didn’t want to take him out of the moment. He seethed through his teeth, biting back all his moans. “Don’t hold back baby boy, I want to hear you.” You gave a squeeze before you finally pulled down his slacks and underwear in one go.

His cock slapped against his stomach, the red tip was leaking precum rolling down the shaft. You looked up to Hyun-woo who was watching you with hooded eyes. You leaned in puckering your lips blowing air on it to elicit another whine from him. It caused a soft moan to leave you, his tight expression turned to a smirk. “I can smell you, Y/N, you’re so wet…just for me.” You didn’t want him to see the blush forming on your face, so you inched closer to him taking his thick cock in your hand over the bulbous end working your way up. His expression scrunched up in pleasure loving the feeling of your hand on him.

You started from the base leaving kitten kisses all the way up to the tip and swirled your tongue around the tip. You trailed your tongue between the slit collecting salty pre-cum. He attempted to thread a hand through your hair, but you held it down then trailed kisses down the side again. “You promised to be good? Do you want me to stop?” His eyes widened feeling your threat was very real he clutched at the sheets again. You encased your lips an inch around the tip, not wanting to waste any more time. Your hand was placed over what wasn’t in your mouth. You slid down slowly then back up to get used to his length. Each time he squirmed, moaning and pleading for you to not stop and how good he felt.

You felt proud that you were able to make him like this…you wanted to be the only one to make him feel like this. You glanced up and his half-lidded eyes were watching you. You dove deeper on him taking him as far back as you could giving yourself a moment, then swallowed. You could hear the sheets rip as a loud moan tore through the air. “Y/N, ah! That feels so good. If you keep doing that I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

You pulled off his cock with a string of saliva and a mix of him on your lips. He picked you off the floor pushing you to lay on the bed and before you could adjust yourself his hips were already cradling in yours. His lips found yours again, but with a renewed passion. This wasn’t how you planned for this to go, but you couldn’t really complain. You liked this side of Hyunwoo.

He could taste himself in your mouth and his tail wagged behind him overzealously. He was halfway through with marking you. His lip caught your bottom lips in his sharp canine nipping at it and pulling it back. His lips trailed down again your neck again leaving his collage of marks each mark fulfilling him a little more. He licked at your sternum, but your dress stopped him. He grew impatient and brought his hands up to your breast squeezing them once before his hands found the dress’s neckline. With barely any effort he ripped your dress and sat up when he continued to rip it until you were completely exposed. The black lacy bra (he stepped on was finally modeled) and matching panties were on full display. “Hyun-woo!” 

He leaned his head back taking you fully in his hands exploring over your sides and abdomen. “Do you want me to stop baby girl?” Your mewls and moans were caught in your throat as you shook your head feeling embarrassed about how much you wanted—no needed him.

He pulled down the straps and cups of your bra exposing your taunt buds to the cold air of the room. You gasped when his fingers pinched a bud and his tongue lapped at your other. He was intent on tasting everything. You weaved your fingers though his hair to run over his ears gently taking them between your fingers. A shiver ran down his spine and he nipped at your bud, you smiled to yourself, but it was wiped off your face when you cried out in pleasure.

You bucked up to him feeling his raw cock against your clothed core. Your jaw dropped when his thickness slid against your folds, your panties soaked up more of your lust. “Hyun-woo, please.” You clutched onto anything and everything, you’ve been prolonging the building climax that it felt like you were going to explode. He reached down over your underwear circling two fingers over your slit, but never truly touching your clit. He was soaking up all your sounds, as if your mewls and moans were his life source, he needed more. You groaned desperately and pulled him down crashing your lips onto his hoping he would get the message with your urgency.

He did when he put a thumb into the band of your underwear and pulled them off hearing the fabric rip and stretch at his aggressive yanking. Your scent hit him like a cement truck. “Hyun-woo, please, give me your cock. I can take it, please.” He believed you, you were soaking wet, your essence coated your upper thighs like a highlight. He rested his head on your chest willing the fog in his mind to dissipate so he could think rationally. He wanted a taste at the source, but he need to be inside you.

He yanked of his pants and underwear in one go and finally ripped the button up off and fished in his underwear drawer for a condom. Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, “You have condoms Hyun-woo?” 

He wiggled his eyebrows, “We’re all adults here Y/N.” Before you could question him further he distracted you with kissing while he skillful rolled the condom on.  

Your breast were sore from his teeth marks and tight squeezes you felt raw but you liked it. The throb was addicting. He pulled away resting your foreheads together, “You’re so beautiful.” He stole your breath away again kissing you passionately. Silently he asked looking between you and his cock for permission. 

“Yes, Hyun-woo, please!” You bucked up against him one last time before he slid into you inch by inch. He shivered feeling your tight walls swallow him, encourage him to give you more. He pulled out then shallowly thrusting back in until he sat deep within you.

His voice was raspy breathing raggedly, but he reminded you, “Breath Y/N, breath for me love.” You let out a shaky breath but in turn you clenched around him. Just as you imagined, the stretch was painful, but pleasured soon followed. He groaned in your ear, “Relax for me.” You nodded against him and when you were ready you bucked against him with a mewl. He pulled almost all the way out and slowly slid back in. It was like you felt him in your throat, his heat rolled up from your center all the way to your ear tips. His thrust was slow and rhythmic until he couldn’t control himself anymore. He removed one of your legs from his waist hoisting it over his shoulder to change up the angle. He peppered your calf and knee with butterfly kisses, “You’re doing so good for me, you’re going to be so full of my knot.” You weren’t sure what he meant, you were trying to hang on against his snapping hips.

He flipped your leg over and then you on all fours, stopping his thrusting momentarily. “Hyunwoo, please, don’t stop.” He was so clouded your words went in one ear and out the other. He was focused on the expanse of your back, so beautiful and he wanted to mark it up. His hands found their way up the shaft of your spine and went around to cup your breast groping and fondling with your nipples. He began thrusting into you again mumbling sweet confirmations into your ear. You could barely keep up with this pace his hips were snapping into yours, but you fought to stay up on all fours. 

“You going to take my knot, hmm? I’m going to come all over this pussy, this pussy is mine and only mine. Mine.” His word riled him on, even though he wore a condom, he wanted nothing more than to fill you up with his seed and watch you swell. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot every time he pumped himself into you in the new position. With every thrust his bulb inched further in, stretching you out further to mold to him. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last, “Hyun-woo …I’m.” He didn’t need you to elaborate, the hand on your breast shimmed down with purpose and rubbed rapidly against your clit. The coil in your stomach kept compressing, tighter and tighter. He whined into a growl feeling you squeeze him for all he was worth and with one last hard thrust you came. Your vision was spent, eyes rolling as your body shook until Hyunwoo was the only thing supporting you up.

Your velvet walls pulsed in waves around him, it was so good he didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t stay in this euphoric land when you were milking him for all he was worth. “I’m—I’m cumming. I’m going to cum baby girl.” His thrust became sloppy and you could feel your walls stretching with his cock. You fisted the sheet the stretch was painful. You were still sensitive from cumming, but jumping over the edge couldn’t have been sweeter.

The stretching stopped as he pulled out before the condom busted from the expansion of his cock. He pulled it off and came on your back, the hot, thick ribbons painting your back. You laid flat on your stomach trying to catch your breath. He loomed over you caging you in doing the same catching his breath. That was the hardest and most he’s ever came in his life. His tongue lapped up his cum on your back cleaning you up, while he waited for the knot to settle, but that would be a half hour from now. He wanted to go again, and again, but he didn’t have any more condoms.

He plopped beside you when he considered you clean enough and looped his arm around you to pull you towards him. You felt like you were burning up, but somehow his warmth wasn’t unwelcomed. You lazily brought your hand up to his cheek stroking over his sweaty temple, “Wow.” He laughed leaning in to take your lips again, you could taste him on his tongue, but it wasn’t repulsive. His taste was bitter, but the aftermath kept you coming back for more. You pulled away from him breathless for the countless time.  

He brushed hair out of your face, “Y/N…I don’t like you. This was a mistake… I don’t like you.” 

The once harmonious, comfortable atmosphere shattered. Thunder cracked through the clouds again, reminding you of the world outside these four walls. You looked him in the eyes searching them for mischief, but there wasn’t any. Panic set in, was this only one sided, he never told you he liked you back. Your stomach sank to your feet and a sense of nausea sat in. You just threw away years of friendship, for a fuck? You tried wiggling out of his hold, but his arms circled around your waist tighter. 

“Hyun-woo, let me go!” 

You flipped onto your other side, but he brought your back into his chest. “It’s a mistake because I don’t like you…I love you.”

Your efforts to runaway halted, you wanted to turn around, but he held you securely. “Don’t turn around…I’m too embarrassed to say it to your face. I don’t know how else to say it. I’m not one for fancy things or shouting it from the rooftops, but I love you Y/N. I have and always will.” 

You shifted around against his will turning in his arm finally seeing the normally pale cheeks turn a rosy red. You stared as his lips then his eyes leaning in, “Hyun-woo.” 

Then a thunderclap sounded within the room. You smacked his bare chest hard, leaving a red hand print. His eyes grew a thousand times yelling out in pain, “Y/N! The fuck! What was that for?” 

You laughed faux attempting to sooth it, but truly wanting the sting to set in. “You can’t give me a heart attack like that, I did that so you know how I felt!” Enough though it hurt, and your hand print felt like it could blister into a scar he wiggled up and pounced on you leaving butterfly kisses all over your face. You giggled like a school girl and when he pulled away catching the way he looked down at you it was full of adoration and love. It made your heart squeeze impossibly. You repeated after him, “I love you too.”

The kisses went from innocent to passionate again. His knot settled down and he was ready for round two, and so were you. He pulled away from your feverish lips, “We don’t have another condom, we can’t.” 

This time around you wiggled your brows, “I have one in my purse.” Then this time his eyebrows shot up to his hairline and you giggled, “Shut up and kiss me.” 

He laughed, more than happy to oblige, “At your service, baby girl.”

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