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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hello, My Queen of Steaming Levihan Content...!!

If you want/whenever you can, could you please bless our ship with Levi getting hot watching Hans training in sport bra and tight ass shorts? (Like, he absolutely dislike mess but watch Hans goes all sweaty, with fire in her eyes and smile as she pulls her shirt out, and then all her muscles flex and go taut, grunting and breathing deep doing heavy exercises or competing with Nanaba in weight lifting would definitely make Levi wonder or remember how powerful it would be to feel her body hot like - alive like that - because she was having the time of her life f*cking the brains out him.)

Or, Captain Levi body worshipping Squad Leader Hans during heavy exercises because she.is.just.hot.as.hell.from.brain.to.toe.

Many thanks!!!!

I love your writing!!!

I played around with the prompt a little because I had an Image in my head as soon as I read this, I hope you don't mind :)

Order up! Careful, this one is spicy.

Hange stretched her arms over her head with careless ease, popping her spine and rolling her shoulders with a nonchalant grace. If she sparred with the same manic fervor she slayed titans, she’d stand no chance against this soldier bare-handed—for all Hange was tall, she was too slight to take the great oaf out by strength alone.

The lumbering recruit seemed to have come to the same conclusion. He leered, mopped sweat from his heavy brow and blew snot out one of his nostrils. Levi’s lip curled in disgust. Hange’s grin broadened.

Levi despised sparring.

It was an activity Erwin seemed to reserve solely for blistering summer days, when the sun arched high overhead without so much as one solitary cloud to temper the heat.

Today was no different. Levi stood at the inner edge of a great circle of onlookers, all gathering around a chalk ring etched unevenly into the dirt, where two measly recruits were heaving and wheezing as they grappled, feet scrambling for purchase in the dry earth. The rules were simple; the first to set foot outside the circle lost. Winner stayed on to face the next challenger.

The taller of the two soldiers won out. He slammed his opponent into the ground outside the edge of the ring, a ploom of fine dirt puffing into the air right at Levi’s feet. The sandy earth scratched at his throat and stuck to his lips and tongue, grainy between his teeth. The elation from the brats victory gave way quickly to a nervous gulp as the next recruit entered the ring. He was a tall, bulky thing, far more brawn than brain, with a crooked nose and deep-set eyes. He sniffed hard and spat into the dirt, rolled his neck on his meaty shoulders. The victor shuffled his feet into an unsteady brace and raised his fists. The poor bastard should have done himself a favour and stepped down with some modicum of dignity—his opponent left him face down ass up on the filthy floor before he could throw a single punch.

The burly soldier naturally attracted more meatheads. Testosterone fuelled idiots with no combat sense, barrelling in with heavy handed offense. Levi watched with disinterest as shirtless bull after shirtless bull took to the circle, feral and uncalculated in every move, baited by the hoots and hollers of their peers and the dizzy prospect of victory.

The reigning champion shoved and grunted his way through four successive rounds undefeated. He broke a sweat only from the heat. Despite their vigor, none of his opponents had enough weight to throw around to stand a chance. Levi took a liberal swig from his water bag, dangling it at his side and looking idly around for the next contender; he saw plenty of men pushing and shoving one another, snickering like fucking kids, while others averted their gazes, less than willing to draw attention. Plenty of the women looked about as bored as Levi felt, none fooled by the show of muscle and bravado.

And then somebody new stepped into the ring, and the excited buzz dulled to a murmur of intrigue.

Hange Zoë was grinning brightly, tying her hair up into a scruffy ponytail. Most of the soldiers had stripped themselves of their shirts, leaving the men bare-chested and the women clad in the black, military issue chest bands, but Hange was still sporting a loose vest, a size or two too big for her thin frame. Her face had a dewy glow from the heat, a band of pink over her cheeks and nose where the sun had caught her. She had kicked off her boots and rolled the tight legs of her pants up to the knee. Her bare feet sank lightly into the loose dirt as she stepped up to the edge of the circle.

From behind her, Mike called out. “Fight fair, Hans.”

Hange turned to shoot him a thumbs up, and hollered, “You’re getting the drinks in, remember!”

“Only if you win.”

Hange waved him off with a throaty laugh. The burly recruit eyed Hange with some confusion as she wandered closer, pausing briefly to tug her goggles off and chuck them over to Nanaba, who caught them deftly and shoved them into her back pocket.

Levi dipped slowly into a crouch, gaze following Hange’s idle path into the centre of the ring. He’d sooner shit his pants than admit it out loud, but Hange, despite all her pestering and prying and endless racket, still intrigued him. He found himself watching her often, across the mess hall, out in the courtyard, zipping through the trees during regular training drills, or else tuning into the sound of her voice while she talked Erwin’s ear off about some bullshit theory or another.

He preferred keeping Hange at arms length, but the distance made it difficult to get a good read on her. Levi had tried valiantly to ignore her existence as much as possible, but there was something about Hange that captured his attention time and time again. Something in her wide smile and bright eyes, her long, lean frame, in the way she carried herself, made his gut uncomfortably warm and tight, at times. Levi didn’t particularly enjoy this brand of curiosity.

Hange stretched her arms over her head with careless ease, popping her spine and rolling her shoulders with an easy, careless grace. If she sparred with the same manic fervor she slayed titans, she’d stand no chance against this soldier bare-handed—for all Hange was tall, she was too slight to take the great oaf out by strength alone.

“You need a break before we go? Grab some water? Take a piss? I can wait.” She said, bracing her hands on her hips. The recruit’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He squared himself, and Hange shrugged. “Take that as a no. Alright then.”

Hange planted her feet, weight on her front leg and arms drawn up in defense. For a moment, the pair of them stood tense and still. And then Hange lunged.

Her opponent reacted in kind. He barrelled forwards, shoulder low, ready to plow Hange’s smaller frame right back out of the circle as soon as she locked with him—but at the last moment, Hange stepped cleanly to one side. She teetered on the balls of her feet, centring her weight while the soldier skidded to a halt, kicking up great clouds of dirt and throwing his weight back, barely stopping inside the ring. Hange blew her fringe out of her face.

“Damn. I was banking on a big bastard like you taking longer to stop.” Despite the setback, Hange’s smile was manic. She lunged again, but this time the soldier held back. There was some satisfaction in his caution, and Levi was pleasantly surprised at the way Hange weaved around his haphazardly thrown punches, quick on her feet, efficient in a way Levi hadn’t expected. His eyes were drawn to the bulge of muscle in her calves, in her thighs as she propelled herself around inside the ring. His gaze lingered on her back and shoulders as she threw her punches, thick knots swelling beneath smooth, tan skin.

The crowd hissed as one when the huge recruit landed a fist square into Hange’s gut. She buckled over his arm, air gusting out of her, but she sprung back smartly out of his reach while she caught her breath. Her gaze turned steely as she looked up. Sharp. Calculating. She wiped spit from the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist. Exertion had flushed her face and sweat glistened on her brow, running in thin rivulets over her cheek, her jaw, down the column of her throat to pool in the dips at her collar. Levi’s stomach tightened, heat flooded his face.

Hange’s chest heaved. In the quiet that had fallen around them, he could hear each rasp of her breath, quick and catching in her throat. Strands of hair hung wild and loose around her face, damp with sweat, sticking to her brow and the side of her neck. Thin veins protruded on her forearms, wrapping around tense, twitching muscle as she flexed and clenched her fingers, gathering herself. Levi swallowed, his mouth painfully dry.

Hange held her ground, this time. She squared her feet, but waited in place, eyes locked on her target. The recruit kept his distance. His trepidation demonstrated one thing—he was marginally smarter than Levi had originally given him credit for. The change in his challenger's tactic made him think.

Unfortunately, Hange was smarter. And faster.

She darted around behind him and cut the heel of her hand up under one side of his jaw. His head snapped sideways but a great meaty foot slammed flat into the dirty, keeping him from toppling over. If Hange were a more desperate fighter, she might make the mistake of hitting him again—but she predicted him perfectly. To counterbalance, he threw his weight back round, twisting towards her. Hange sunk low, jammed her leg against the back of his calf and caught his arm in both her hands, and with a loud grunt and a solid heave, Hange pulled him over her shoulder. His back hit the ground with a resounding thud and a huge huff of fine dust.

Hange straightened up. The crowd erupted with cheers, and Hange smiled, delighted, as she offered the soldier a hand and yanked him up from the ground. She pulled the hem of her shirt up to wipe the sweat from her eyes, exposing her flat stomach and the grid of muscle bunching there, tightening with each panted exhale. Levi’s gaze caught on the waistband of her pants, slung low on her hips, exposing a defined V that dipped out of sight beneath the fabric. An involuntary groan slithered out of Levi’s throat. He masked it with a quick, gruff cough, and took a few long gulps from his water.

The circle of onlookers disintegrated slowly. Mike and Nanaba approached Hange with small, proud smiles, Mike clapping her between the shoulders. Hange strapped her goggles back into place and took the water bag Nanaba offered her with a grateful smile, swigging greedily from it. Levi watched the way her throat bobbed with each swallow, eyes stuck on the hinge of her jaw where skin pulled tight over sharp bone. His tongue darted out to lick involuntarily at his dry lips.

Hange swilled the gritty dirt from her mouth with one last mouthful of water and spat it out. Saliva dripped from her full lower lip onto her chin. Levi forcibly pulled a face—he should be disgusted, because she's fucking disgusting. He schooled his features into his signature look of distaste, just in case anybody caught him looking at her. Hange licked her lip with a grin, tongue red and wet against sharp, white teeth.

"Good fight, Captain?"

Levi trained his gaze intensely forward. Erwin had snuck up on him. He grunted, and sipped slowly at his water.

"Hange's full of surprises, as always."

Another noncommittal hum. Levi rolled his eyes up and to the side to where Erwin stood, arms crossed over his chest, taking in the scene. Levi clicked his tongue loudly and drew himself up to his feet.

"She's an idiot," Levi said. "He would've beat her to shit if he caught her."

"Mm. But he didn't."

"Lucky."

Erwin looked down at him with his brows raised. "Not skillful?"

Levi shrugged. He caught another glimpse of Hange between the dispersing soldiers—she had shed her vest completely now, and flung it over one muscle-bound shoulder, one hand braced on her cocked hip while the other articulated wildly in the air. She was still all smiles, the sun glinting from her goggles when she turned her head this way and that, threw it back in a laugh that carried over the space between them. Her chest was bound tight in a breast band and her stomach, all subtle lines and lean muscle, defined sharply as she cackled, bunching and shifting beneath her sweat-shiny skin.

"She's fast."

"She fights smart." Erwin smirked. "If a little dirty."

Levi would never have called Hange's technique dirty. He'd seen his share of dirty fights. He'd been in enough of them; Hange using her wit in lieu of matched strength was strategic. It was fair. Dirty was reserved for knives and broken bottles, and extra hands hidden away in dark corners.

"It was a stupid risk," Levi said, in favour of the compliment. "If he'd had two brain cells to rub together she'd never stand a chance."

"You're not giving her enough credit. You think Hange would pick a fight if she didn't think she could win it?"

"Yes," Levi said without pause. He had seen one close call too many because Hange had thrown herself in the path of one of the freakier titans, without a single thought for the consequences. Erwin chuckled quietly at his side and shrugged.

"It's nice that you care about her, I suppose."

"Who said I gave a shit about what trouble that freak gets herself into?"

Erwin said nothing more. There was an irritating smirk pulling at half his mouth. Levi curled his lip up in anger and turned to storm away, when a loud voice rang out behind him.

"Erwin! Levi!"

Levi tensed. He turned slowly back around and eyed Hange as she approached, still barefoot, still shirtless, still glistening under the afternoon sun. Her skin was mottled with dirt, lines smudged on her face where she had fruitlessly wiped the sweat away. Up close, Levi could see the way the military issue pants clung to her legs. The fabric was thin and flexible, ideal for use with the manoeuvre gear. It hugged her thighs in a way that made Levi's stomach flip. He ran his tongue over his teeth and looked somewhere past her right hip.

"Came to watch, Commander?" Hange stopped in front of them, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Had to see what all the fuss was about. Who's round is it?"

Hange jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards Mike. Try as he might, Levi couldn't keep his eyes off of her for long—he found himself staring, transfixed, at the way her bicep swelled when her arm curled. He followed the line of her arm to her shoulder, and across her collar, all the way down to the fabric of her chest band before he caught himself. Face hot and gut tingling, he turned his face to the side.

"Big idiot never wins," Hange said.

"Rude."

Levi glanced up. Mike had arrived at Hange's shoulder, floppy hair falling over his eyes, but he wasn't looking at Hange or at Erwin. He stared at Levi with a horrible, smug expression. Levi scowled at him and shifted uncomfortably, surreptitiously hanging his water bag in front of his crotch to adjust his pants. Fucking ridiculous. Half hard like a horny teenager.

"New bet," Mike said. "Fight Levi next. I'll buy Sina's finest vine if you kick his tiny ass."

Hange shot him an open, considering look, cocking her head. "You know, I've never seen you spar before."

Levi made a gruff noise in the back of his throat. He felt uncomfortably beneath her intense stare, like one of her specimen samples, pinned and mounted. Exposed. His groin tightened at the unbidden thought. After a moment's consideration, Hange shot him a sunny smile and threw her arm over his shoulder, jerking him into her side.

"I'll need a few practice rounds first. See what I'm working with. You'll do it, right, Levi?"

"Fuck off."

Levi kept his hands clenched around the neck of his water bag. Hange smelled strongly of sweat, salty and earthy from the dirt clinging to her skin. Gross. But to his own mortification Levi found himself drawing a deep, unsteady breath through his nose. Warmth flooded his gut. Hange felt hot against him, and solid, strong. The arm hooked around his neck held him tight, and the thigh pressed against his own felt like rock, unyielding.

Levi's mind offered him obscene involuntary thoughts, of digging his fingers into her thighs until the flesh bruised white under the pressure, using that firm grip to yank her hips back onto his—

He dug his elbow into her ribs. Hange shimmied away in discomfort, and Levi stepped neatly to the side.

"Mean, Levi," Hange pouted. She rubbed at the sore spot and sighed forlornly. "Sounds like a bust, Mike. We'll settle for Trost's piss water whiskey this time."

Hange shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Are you two coming? It's on Mike."

"Oi."

Mike's fingers pinched at Hange's waist for her cheek. Levi stared at the spot where they gripped her, and his own grip around the water bag twitched and tightened. Her skin looked soft, and Mike touched her so easily, unbothered by the way her firm body felt in his hands. A rush of white hot envy pulsed through him, then. Levi struggled to swallow it down.

"Can't," Erwin said. "I have early meetings and I know too well what the three of you are like."

Hange shot him a wicked smile. "Excellent company?"

"Terrible influences. Levi will go though, I'm sure."

Hange turned his way again, a bright hopeful look on her face.

"Like hell."

Hange's shoulders dropped. She recovered from her disappointment quickly enough, slinging her arm around Nanaba's neck instead, and clenching her fist into the back of Mike's shirt. "More for us then! We'll be at Smokey’s, if you change your minds!"

Hange dragged her friends around and the three of them set off in the opposite direction, to the place Hange had abandoned her boots. Levi looked slyly at Erwin, then back at Hange's retreating form. He bit back a groan when she bent over to scoop up her discarded shoes, cloth pulling sinfully tight over her ass as she did.

“You shouldn’t stare so much, Levi.” Erwin had a small smirk on his face, watching Levi out of the corner of his eye. “It makes it seem like you might be interested in her.”

Levi glowered up at Erwin, cheeks flushing. “Mind your damn business.”

Erwin held his hands up in placation. “I just thought I’d let you know. In case you didn’t want anybody getting the wrong impression.”

Levi wanted to punch the sly, shit-eating grin off of Erwin’s face. He turned sharply on his heel instead, throwing the darkest look he could muster for good measure, and stormed past the small crowds of recruits, lazily getting back to their own sparring practice.

Levi stepped under the dribbling shower head, cursing as the tepid water slipped through his hair and down the back of his neck. Most days he grumbled at the temperature, but between the scorching summer sun and the relentless heat burning low in his belly, Levi was thankful for the chill.

He knocked his forehead to the cool tile wall and stared down at his stubbornly hard cock.

He had escaped to the privacy of the officers bathroom as soon as he left Erwin, locking himself in the stall and willing his erection to subside, but no matter what unappealing images he focused on, Levi couldn't wish the damn thing away. The skin of his neck tingled where Hange's arm had wrapped around him. He could still feel the heat of her on his thigh, smell the sweat on her skin.

Levi growled in frustration, slamming a palm roughly into the wall. This entire situation was foreign to him. Levi prided himself on very little, but he had thought that he, at least, had some substantial control over his own body. He knew with some base instinct how to move it, how to utilise it and make every move to the best of his advantage in any situation. He had trained it well, built powerful muscles and honed sharp reflexes. Levi had never found himself so out of control of it, before.

He grabbed the soap and scrubbed roughly at his hair. Cleaning was always a cathartic exercise, a release of stress. Levi washed the sweat and dirt from his scalp and ran the soap over his face, his shoulders and arms, down his chest and low on his belly. His fingers trailed over the thin trail of hair beneath his naval. Muscle twitched beneath skin. His cock throbbed for attention.

Fucking Hange. Somehow she was a pest even now, when she was nowhere to be seen, out drinking away Mike's measly dividends in some sleazy back alley bar.

Try as he might, Levi couldn't shake the image of her sparring out of his head. No matter what he did to divert his attention, she crept her way back in, glistening skin and strong muscle, mussed hair and heavy breaths. Levi ground his forehead into the tile and clenched his jaw, hand still low on his belly. He wasn’t some fucking pervert, he didn’t make a habit of jerking off over his comrades and he didn’t particularly want to start now—and about Hange of all people.

In fact, Levi didn’t make a habit of jerking off much at all. Now and then, a quick, perfunctory thing, to relieve a little tension, blow off steam. But there was never a great desire behind it, never this insistent, unwavering need. This feeling was new. It was infuriating.

Recognising that he was fighting a losing battle, Levi sighed and closed his eyes. He let his hand wander lower, gripping his length and stroking over it. His belly tightened and his hips pressed helplessly forward into his fist. A low moan bled out of his throat.

It should have been easy to make this quick. To rush to the finish, clean up and pretend it never even happened, but every flash of shiny bronze skin or shifting muscle made him pause, guilt pooling like acid in his stomach. It was just so hard not to think about her. Impossible Not when he could so clearly picture the way those thighs might feel curled up around his hips, hard, firm, holding him close; not when he could so vividly hear her heavy, panted breaths in his ear, and the choked moans bleeding up from low in her throat.

The shower sputtered overhead. Levi drew his palm over the flushed head of his cock, smearing the thick bead of pre-come over his hand, gliding it down over his shaft. He wondered, idle and shame-faced, how Hange’s hand would feel wrapped around him. She has calluses, like him, but her fingers are longer and rougher than Levi’s, and would she grip him as firmly? Would she tug at him roughly, make him hiss and twitch under her touch, or would she treat him with the same reverence she does her titan samples—slow, methodical, analytical. Trail a line up the underside of him, from root to tip, maybe press her nail into his slit just to see the way he squirms.

Levi thumbed at his slit, too, and aborted a loud, choked groan at the sensation. He could imagine the way Hange would toy with him all too well; the glint in her eye as she catches the fluid leaking from him, spreading it around with the tip of her finger and revelling in the way his cock jumps, oversensitive. Draw her slick finger up to her mouth, maybe, push it past her plump lips and lave her tongue over the digit, tasting him. Levi sucked in a shuddering breath, hips bucking.

Maybe she’d taste more. Lay herself down between his legs, palms pushing his thighs apart to make room for her broad shoulders. She’d tease him, brat that she is, trail her lips across his lower belly, barely a whisper of a touch, not nearly enough—nip her sharp teeth into the pale flesh of his inner thigh and suck at the skin until blood pooled beneath it, red welts that pulse and throb when she runs her tongue over them.

Levi nudged the head of his cock against his tight, closed fist, pushed into the squeezing grip as he conjured lude pictures of Hange with her lips pressed against him, suckling at his head languidly, until Levi raked his fingers into her scruffy hair and applied enough pressure to coax her down. He fucked into his own fist with a breathy moan, squeezing his eyes closed. In his head, she takes him right to the back of her throat, laves her tongue over him and swallows him down, and her mouth is all hot and tight and the way she moans vibrates right through him—the thought alone sent a zing of pleasure racing up his spine.

Levi’s knees trembled beneath him. He braced himself on the shower wall and stroked himself faster, huffing heavy, unsteady breaths through his nose with his lip caught between his teeth, biting hard enough to sting.

Hange would stop, if he got too close. Drag her lips over the head of his cock and slip him out of her mouth. She's all wicked, challenging smiles, in his head, eyes blown wide when Levi pushes her back onto the bed and crawls over her. Her blunt nails would claw at his back as he sucks hot, open kisses on her belly, scrapes his teeth over the peak of bone at her hips. She'd tunnel her fingers into his hair and push his face lower, use the strength of her thighs to trap him between her legs. Needy. Unreserved.

And when he's had his fill, left her spent and trembling, he would nudge her legs apart and settle his hips between them. Slide his palms over the smooth skin, dig the blunt tips of his fingers into the tense, shivering muscle. Its so fucking easy to imagine the way Hange would look, splayed out on his bed. Her long body stretched out across the mattress, fingers clutching at the sheets as he teases the head of his cock against her—so fucking wet for him—and pins her hips down with a palm pressed low on her belly. The muscle would quiver under his touch.

There was no room left in him for guilt, now. Only the bright spark of pleasure like flint in his gut, striking and catching fire as he pictured just how hot and tight she would feel wrapped around him. She'd throw her head back against the pillows, exposing the long line of her throat to Levi's hungry lips and tongue and teeth, and he would fold over her and fuck in deep, until their hips are flush and Hange is panting raggedly into his ear. The way she whines his name is sinful, high in her throat, and breathless. Desperate.

She would grip white-knuckled at the sheets as Levi rolls his hips into hers. Plant clumsy, hungry kisses against his jaw, lips wet and trembling—and she'd lick into his mouth, when he's close enough, draw him into an intoxicating kind of kiss. Levi jerked himself quick and uneven, gut clenching, imagining the way Hange's legs would squeeze hard at his hips to keep him close while he fucks her. Her breath would hitch as he grinds down into her, strong arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close as she chokes out his name, all high and airy in her throat when he tucks his hips close and pushes impossibly deeper.

Levi sucked in quick, heavy breaths. His hips stuttered forward, clumsily meeting his own unsteady strokes as his groin tightened—the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until the tension broke, and Levi came with a muffled grunt, spilling obscenely against the tile wall.

He stood still for a long while, catching his breath. The subsiding pleasure made room for shame; guilt and embarrassment flooded into the empty space, making his face hot and his stomach knot unpleasantly. He felt dirty. Some creep, unable to control his most basic urges. He scrubbed the wall down thoroughly and washed himself again, but stood in the cubicle for a long while even after the water shut off.

Worse still, he felt unsatisfied. The orgasm had relieved some of the building pressure, but it had awakened some terrible hunger, and an awful realisation.

He wanted Hange. He wanted Hange.

Fuck.

#ask #snk #levihan #my writing #thank you so much for this one!! it was a lot of fun hehe #I am trying my best to keep these a *little* shorter since my inbox is filling up hjkh #and I want to get through as many prompts as I can!!#this was supposed to end after erwin politely Exposed him but I couldn't resist~

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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midnight walk — bang chan.

— “I have to go back to the dorms, and so do you.”

— “in which you and chan walk through a park during midnight to catch up on some much needed alone time, and you’re prominently reminded of how much you love him, and he does too.”

pairing: chan x (gn) reader

word count: 3 k

genre: fluff, boyfriend au, idolverse au (though not very prominent throughout the fic)

⇥ warnings: none, very self indulgent making out but nothing sexual, just kissing. minimal dialogue, kissing in public even though there’s no people around, also this situation is just for fictional purposes okay, I am not encouraging any acts of pda that takes place here between idols or anyone (quite frankly i have no idea about it’s legality, but as I said, it’s fictional), it’s just for entertainment purposes. Please take it as such. Also this park is huge and Chan and Y/N walk pretty slowly, and they’re from different companies.

type: drabble.

⇥ disclaimer: This fic does not intend to represent the actions of the real Bang Chan in any way, shape of form, nor does it intend to represent JYPE. Events are pure fiction, please take them as such.

note — Something soft because I wanted to write. This idea was brought up in a convo between me and ella and it was originally for han but then I wrote it for chan because i need my comfort kpop boy right now. Also @meiiyue. I hope this is not shit but i have no idea haha. Please, please leave feedback. Not edited, please excuse grammatical errors and typos. I;m sorry is this is trash, I really haven’t written seriously in a while ;-;

The air over here is way too moist.

So much so that you can feel beads of sweat litter the top of your brow the moment it’s been five minutes since you’ve arrived. You suppose you can’t complain when you and Chan made up the plan to meet immediately after a heavy downpour — you loved the smell of rain and he wanted to see you — it was a win-win situation.

But where is he?

You wipe your forehead with the back of your sleeve, clutching your umbrella tightly in one hand while simultaneously going through your phone with the other. Your surroundings are calm, quiet, peaceful, exactly what you need to delve into your own thoughts and relax from the actual week you’d gone through. You can feel the tension in your shoulders, very very slowly, seep away as a blanket of mental peace is wrapped around your shoulders. As nice as it feels to be alone in this quiet place, all you want right now, is to hold your boyfriend’s hand and revel in nature.

You make a “tsk” noise, brushing the hair stuck to your face before scrolling through your contacts. You’re about to click on the one that says “channieeee <3″ when you feel hands — warm hands, grab at your shoulders from behind, and you shriek at the sudden shock that overcomes you. Owing to it being very quiet in this park, you slam a hand over your mouth, turning around to see the only person you were waiting for this whole time, albeit not this way.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You frown, though a small smile does pull at your lips when your eyes meet his warm brown ones.

“I was letting you know of my presence?”

“By sneaking behind me and giving me a heart attack?”

“I was going to give you a back-hug—” Chan points out, waking around the bench to sit down next to you, not needing to ask at all. “—but then you screamed and I had to revoke it.”

A part of you wishes that had happened — as terrifying as that encounter was, Chan gives great hugs. One of a kind. It’s almost like every time his hands wrap around your waist or shoulders, every inch of stress, thoughts melt away, leaving you in a calm state of bliss. That’s what Chan’s hugs are — pure bliss and honestly, your escape.

You give yourself a second to analyze his sharp features. Soft eyes, delicate smile, the pale, soft skin on his cheek so inviting. In this place where you and Chan are together, all you want to do is crawl into his arms, let go of the barrier that surrounds you and just be... yourself. You want to cup his cheeks and kiss him, just like you do whenever you meet up in secret.

But there’s more secrecy and hiding involved in an idol’s life.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say, fixing your mask properly over your nose before standing from your place. “You know better than to revoke my hugs, Christopher.”

Chan chuckles in endearment. You only call him Christopher when you’re unsure of your own statement, and it’s evident in the way your words end like you’re questioning him. Chan’s waiting for the “...right?” that should be following soon, but, oh well. He knows himself that denying you isn’t something his heart would allow, especially not when you look at him like that.

Eyes gleaming under the dim lights of the park at midnight, a soft, almost unseen smile that only he’s allowed to see adorning your lips, and soft, unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You didn’t even have to tell him you missed him, or that you wished to be in his arms again, because the connection between the both of you was on a whole other level — he could read all your emotions, just from looking into your eyes.

“Can’t deny that, can I?” He says, getting up from his seat before smoothing his shirt, while you put your phone into your pouch and fix your coat. Then, his hands silently seek your own, lacing his fingers with your own as warmth spreads through your chest. His hand feels soft, even more so than the last time you met him. In a silent want to hold him close to you, you tighten your grip as you smile at him and he reflects it back.

You walk around the path slowly, each step lingering against the mossy ground for a good second before moving on to the other. It’s so, so calming. The cold, moist winds refreshingly cool against your skin now that you’re not sitting idle in one place, the darkness in the park oddly calming. There’s the slight chirping of insects that resounds through the space like gentle music, and eventually, you feel yourself relax as you take in your surroundings.

“So, how was your week?” You ask, feeling yourself blush when you silently lean your head against your shoulder whilst walking, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he snakes an arm around your waist, sending shivers up your spine when he gently smooths the fabric of your coat with his thumb.

“Stressful, honestly.” The both of you turn around the corner without second thought. You’ve done this so many times, it’s like your bodies are being pulled to the place you wish so hard to be in right now. You missed him. You missed him so, so much. You can see the stress lines on his forehead and the darkness around his eyes, almost sure that he isn’t getting enough sleep either. After a long pause where you take in his words, he murmurs silently. “Missed you during the shoot.”

“Awh darling,” You coo, pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder, and even though he doesn’t feel it through his own coat, Chan can feel himself smile affectionately. Every tiny gesture you provide is just so... attracting. Comforting. Be it lacing your fingers through his hair and stroking gently to lull him into sleep or just a hand against his thigh, a soft whisper of an “I’m here” when his stress gets the best of him and he’s clinging desperately onto your shirt, fluttering of your lips all over his face the occasional time you wake up together, or just this — walking through a park at midnight because it’s hard to meet up when you’re both popular idols, hand in hand with almost no words spoken. Everything about you is just so... beautiful. “Did you eat and drink well this week?”

“I did. You wouldn’t stop texting me every day, remember?” Chan laughs, the kind that makes your heart flutter and do backflips.

“It’s very necessary. We both know you're total ass at taking breaks.”

“Hey!” Chan pouts, almost offended at your statement. “I’m trying, okay?” He then smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the fruity scent of your shampoo. “Besides, I have an amazing girlfriend to remind me, am I right?”

“Yeah yeah.” You brush him off, feeling the light grow darker in a particular section of the path, and that’s when you know you’ve reached the place you’ve been walking towards. There’s a bench placed in this place too — it’s the perfect spot for hidden conversations and maybe, kisses, because the chicken wire is completely hidden by trees, making this spot invisible from the outside.

“There it is.” You point out and Chan follows in pursuit, dusting the seat off for you slightly. Once you’ve sat down, you feel your cheeks burn, because the events that take place once the both of you find this spot has been engrained in your mind at this point. They’re the kind that get you flustered every time you see Chan in the JYP building the next day.

The chirping of insects is so much more intense here, yet you don’t even hear it when Chan puts an arm on your shoulder, gently sweeping his thumb against the material of your overcoat, a soft smile taking over his lips as your eyes lock.

A gush of wind then sweeps past you, the chill in the air higher over here than near the entrance. You lean into Chan and he gets the idea immediately, pulling his coat over the both of you as you snuggle into his shoulder. He’s warm, so warm, so cozy, all you want to do is melt into his embrace and stay. Stay locked in this position you’ve grown accustomed to and found yourself in many times, with the gentle murmur of wind and chirping resounding all around you, almost like you’re trapped in utopia. You want to stay right here, but unfortunately, time runs fast.

“It’s cold.” He comments, and you let the words settle into the air.

“You’re warm.”

At that, Chan feels his smile widen genuinely, his grip on your shoulders tightening just the slightest before he trails up to tangle his fingers with your hair. You feel yourself tense before melting further, lifting your head up to look into his eyes, and my gosh, you can see the whole galaxy in them. His eyes are more sparkly, more lustrous than the clear night sky that lies above him, though the combined visual is truly enough to take your breath away.

“Always for you.”

One second, you feel his hand gently hold your chin and tip your head up, and the next, he leans to press his lips to your own. A mixture of warmth, fuzziness and nervousness bubbles inside you, mostly because you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’re in the park — pitch black with dim lighting, yes, but still a public space.

Well, blame it on you for telling your partner you wanted thrill in your life when you were on your first date. It wasn’t a regular occurrence when you and Chan had the idea of meeting up at the park every Saturday midnight, kissing each other at midnight in a park where the trees were barely covering the partitions. Quite frankly, you have no idea when this whole thing started, all you know is that it became quite a frequent occurrence to go home with your cheeks feeling warm and your thumbs fidding with the collar of your shirt.

Your hands stay frozen on your lap and your brain fills with white noise. His lips feel so, so soft against your own as you basically melt against him. You can feel your knees go weak even though you’re sitting down, and Chan’s hands immediately grip your arms as though to cage you from your surroundings. Being in his arms seems like a whole other world to you. They surround you like that warm whiff of air when you get back home after a cold day at work, lock you against his body and protect you against any negativity that may threaten to look your way. Being in his arms, you feel like you’re in a cage you never want to get out from. A cage in which you are complete, you are content, you are loved.

And so, you gently press your palm to his cheek, running his thumb against the high end of his cheekbone, humming when you feel the soft skin underneath. His lips linger against your own for two seconds before he pulls away, feeling your delicate touch against his cheek. Then, he slowly turns to brush his lips against your palm, leaving a soft kiss there, and my god, you feel like your heart is gonna beat out of your chest. It’s too much for you to handle, his gestures are too sweet, to loving for you to not turn into a flustered mess.

He leans in once again, and this time, you cup his cheeks, pulling him closer until your lips meet and move in a synchrony of pure bliss. The hum he lets out is your favorite kind of music, it always build up the want for you to hear more. It’s just a pure expression of love that the both of you share, erasing every memory of anything else except each other. You love him, he loves you. That is all, and that is enough.

You never really knew that the man who wore his heart on his sleeve would end up meaning so much to you, but now that he’s yours, you never want to let him go.

It seems very practiced, owing to the countless times you’ve done this before, yet making your heart flutter all the same when the words “I love you” leave his lips in a hushed whisper. Only you’re allowed to hear those words, that tone, that beaming smile that pulls at his lips when his eyes meet your own even in this darkness. Even in this darkness, he thinks you look absolutely stunning, and all he wants to do is tell you how much he loves you over and over again. Well, that’s love. And love is an amazing thing to experience, you can say for sure.

You let yourself smile into the kiss before leaving a quick peck and pulling away, feeling him do the same before opening his eyes and gazing at your features. You shyly look to the side, noticing the leaves that sway gently where the gentle wind hits them.

Even though the atmosphere is cold, you feel fuzzy and warm when Chan giggles, sparing a quick look to his watch before intertwining your fingers with his.

“Come on, we have some time before leaving, we can play on the swings.”

Oh, he knows the child in you too well.

When you’re done swinging the swings and collecting some flowers that seem fresh, you circle the route of of the park and back to the entrance, it’s already one in the morning. Most — especially your group members — would argue that the both of you should’ve been sleeping by now, owing to your hectic schedule that leaves you weary by the end of the day. But you tell them sometimes, just to get that one hour to spend with your lover, you’re willing to make the sacrifice — and seeing the loving, misty glint in your eyes, they understand.

“So, I guess... I’ll see you tomorrow?” Chan says, and you kick the air gently before pulling your mask over your face. Seeing you, he does the same.

“Yeah, you’ll be in your studio, right? I can drop by.”

“Yeah. So, um...” You and Chan can never seem to ever part ways once your quality time with each other comes to a halt, the both of you want to reach out and embrace, and never leave. You often wonder what lead to your silent life being plagued with the essence of love, but then you see Chan, and you smile when you realise the answer.

And so, as if trying to hold onto the moment, freeze time a bit, you turn to him and pull him into a hug. He immediately responds and wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your neck as you sway from side to side. The road is quiet with the occasional vehicle speeding past, but you pay no attention to it. All you feel is Chan’s welcoming arms, his familiar smell that clouds your senses and makes you feel relaxed than ever.

“I love you, so much.” You murmur, not even sure if he’s able to hear it, but he does. He always does.

“I love you too.”

At that, you try to pull away to look into his eyes one last time, but Chan doesn’t let you, pulling his arms tighter across you and holding you close.

You laugh. “Chan.”

“Yes?” He drags the word and smirks mischievously.

“I have to go back to the dorms, and so do you.” You remind. “It’s late.”

“Mmh, alright.” He says, straightening himself from the embrace but not quite letting go yet. “But give me one more kiss before you go.”

You raise an eyebrow before looking around. While the interior of the park does have trees and stuff to cover the walls, the entrance doesn’t, and that sparks some nervousness within you, though you aren’t exactly worried. You’ve gotten away with stuff like this before, when either of you gets clingy and wants that one last lingering moment before you go your separate ways.

You lean in slowly and he just stands there, waiting for you to kiss him with that smile that he just can’t contain when he looks at you. When you pull both your masks down and your lips meet, it’s only for one tiny peck. You then quickly pull away and pull your mask over your face again, and Chan, though giggling furiously at the way he can see you’ve gone a little warm at the action, does the same.

You then bid goodbye and walk your way back home, the warmth that lingers all over skin so, so soothing to your mind. It’s like someone took away all your worries, leaving you in a bubble of contentment. It’s almost surprising how in the grand scheme of things, one person could stumble into your way and completely take your breath away, all because of the word we call love. You’ve realised how love means so much to you after Chan entered your life, and you don’t seem to be changing that idea any time soon.

When you’re almost close to home, your phone dings with a message, with the sender id “channieeee <3″. Instantly, you click on the message.

channieeee <3: so channieeee <3: same time tomorrow? channieeee <3: pls 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 pls pls pls pls-

A dizzy, pure smile captures your expression, and so, not wanting to delay your plans to meet your lover again, you reply.

y/n: same time tomorrow, then 🥺💞 love you <3

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randomingoftherandomness · 3 years

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This one is a bit long, but If I could still hop on the wks mpreg train and add a smidge of h/c:

Several months into the pregnancy, the family is in Four Seasons Manor leading a quiet, domestic life, more or less. But, one day wks gets into a little skirmish with a group of bandits or scorpions at the market (maybe he takes chl to help him carry the bags, a nice peacefull day of running mundane chores, until it isn't). And wks makes a quick work of the assasins without even breaking a sweat, mostly on adrenaline, bc he is now doubly overprotective AND pissed. But later at home the stress still catches up to him and he is running a fever or something similar. There are no major injuries on him, but zzs is still horrified when he finds out (it's hard not to when wks nearly faints???). So he is FUSSING over wks big time. The details can be up to you, but I just live for mother hen A-Xu, who is grumpy and scolding wks, but at the same time tender and worried about his husband even if it's nothing major.

TW: Mpreg

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It was perhaps the moment when Chengling merely levelled him with a determined narrow of the eyes when Wen Kexing had told him to run away, that he finally had the thought, ah, our Chengling is all grown up now. It made him smile even if he had been both gratified and exasperated to see the stubborn flare of hesitation to obey.

Really, after all this time, he still was that child that had no martial arts skills whatsoever and yet was so determined to protect the old Boatman and his Shifu.

Chengling darts his gaze down to the pregnant swell at his midriff. Ah yes, Lao Wen huffs with frustrated amusement. Then there's that.

Ever since he hit the point where he looked like he’d swallowed a mountain, Chengling, Ah Xu, and even Han Ying - Han Ying! Who was always so obedient! He laments the loss of an underling - would scarcely leave him alone for even just a second; always underfoot to bring him anything he could need, always carefully and respectfully allowing him his freedom of movement but never declining any opportunity to coddle him.

In truth, Lao Wen can't deny that he likes being cared for.

But this market day, Chengling had been the only one free to follow and so he had taken him along to help carry the load. It was to be a quick sojourn into town with an eye for being back by lunch, but as always, man plans and god dispenses because he hadn't actually been looking for trouble this time, he swears!

Unfurling his fan, Lao Wen shifts his feet, readying for a fight. Ever since he' started showing, his centre of balance has been a little off and every time he had sparred or fought since, the shift had to be compensated for. Counting off the bandits that had thought their lives too long lived, he waits until Chengling sets off a Longyue Cabinet made mechanical bird before making the first strike.

Between Chengling and himself, it was embarrassingly easy to dispense of the fools. And it was hardly worth lifting a finger for. But he was tired and his feet were sore from walking all day, and all he wants is to go home and have his Ah Xu cuddle him and rub his back.

"Lao Wen!"

The last bandit was still twitching where Chengling had unhesitatingly delivered a punch to his sternum. Lao Wen feels pride bubble up in his chest and makes sure to throw an arm around him and tell him as much.

His Ah Xu doesn't wait for his horse to stop before dismounting, rushing to his side. The sight of his worry warms him, even more so when he spies Han Ying and the some of the senior members of the Manor coming to surround them with a defensive formation. All at once, the adrenaline leaves him and he lets himself be pulled into a hug.

"Hi," He answers tightly, hand curled protectively over his belly. The gesture doesn't go unnoticed.

“Are you hurt?”

Lao Wen laughs. “Nothing more than a bit of exercise, right Chengling?”

“Don’t joke, Lao Wen.”

“I’m fine. Chengling is fine, baby is fine. Stop mother henning,” He huffs, leaning in to press a kiss to that pinched corner of Ah Xu’s lips. He can tell that his husband isn’t placated in the slightest but with a well-timed wince and a sigh, he is quickly bundled up onto Ah Xu’s steed and led home.

Chengling sticks to him for the rest of the journey and no one allows him to lift a finger. On a normal basis, Lao Wen would have protested this tooth and nail, but the fight dies a quick death the moment he sinks down on their bed and gives in with a quiet hum to Ah Xu and Chengling’s care.

More than just having to compensate for the loss of his balance, he is now tired from a two second burst of energy?

Lao Wen dozes off midway through Ah Xu wiping him down of the dirt and blood, and barely feels it when he is bundled into clean and soft things that feel heavenly against his skin.

“Chengling,” He calls out in a soft slurring of the syllables when he senses that they were pulling away. “Come here.”

The obedient child comes right up to him, grasping his hand. Smiling, Lao Wen pats his head. “You’ve grown up so quickly, it almost feels like yesterday when we first met. In the future, this baby will have to rely on you to keep them safe. I hope you will be good to them.”

“Shishu, of course I will. I’ll be the best Gege to them. I’ll take care of them whatever happens.”

“Good child, you’ve done well protecting your Shishu,” Ah Xu says with clear approval in his voice and eyes, sitting down on the bed. Lao Wen watches with his own approval as the Shifu continues, “Now, go make sure Han Ying and the rest have enough hands to dispose of the bodies. We don’t need any more trouble. And tell the others not to disturb us for the rest of the day.”

Lao Wen waits until the boy is gone to sigh, letting himself melt into the bedding. He was so very tired. A gentle brush of a hand through his hair tugs him back into the present where Ah Xu is smiling down at him.

“No need for me to mother hen, huh?”

“Oh, do shut up and climb in here to cuddle me,” Lao Wen chuckles, already feeling the relief pinpricking sleep in the edges of his consciousness.

He is safe now, he is home. In a moment he will pout and ask for back and feet rubs, but for the now, he is content to be held in the arms of his beloved.

#wenzhou #word of honor #wen kexing & zhang chengling #wen kexing #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #gab writes stuff #woh fic #tw: mpreg

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katehuntington · 3 years

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Title: Ride With Me (part 25) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±6900 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. Summary part 25: Y/N and Dean struggle with the aftermath of their split. Working together proves to be difficult, but other relationships within the ranch family took a hit as well. When the cowboy thinks the day can’t get much worse, complications arise, forcing him to make yet another difficult decision. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak, slowburn. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: (opening scene) The Eye - Brandi Carlile. (Ride with Meadow scene) Home - Hans Zimmer. Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: Beta’d by my mom (yes, you read that right. My mom reads my stuff and is on Tumblr). Thank you, @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish, @kittenofdoomage, @manawhaat, @waywardbeanie, @atc74, and @winchest09 for helping me with this story. Also a special thanks to @jules-1999, who has offered me her knowledge about rodeo events like these, and @squirrelnotsam, who knows Arizona like the back of her hand.

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With frustrated motions, Y/N stuffs her clothes into a bag, not even bothered to sort the items out. Her cheeks are tear-stained once again and she wipes at them angrily. Stop crying, it won’t get you anywhere, she scolds herself, done with feeling this emotional. After all, today is Monday, just another day at the ranch, and they have a lot of work to do. Garth and Ellen did the necessary stable work, but the horses which are usually trained by Jo, Dean, and herself had three days off while their riders were in Flagstaff.

Dean. Just the name reverberating in her head forces her to pause her actions. She dips her chin, closes her eyes, and takes a breath. Why? That’s the question she keeps asking herself. Why did he break up with her? Why did he pretend to care, only to hurt her the way he did? Why has he become so bitter, so selfish, so unlike the man she thought he was?

The questions remain unanswered, and she doesn’t expect they will give her any consolation either. That was the whole issue to begin with, wasn’t it? He can’t be honest. Apparently, he doesn’t think she’s capable of bearing the load he is meant to share with his partner. Apparently, she’s not good enough. Just like she didn’t meet her first boyfriend’s standards, who got tired of her spending more time with her horses than with him. Her second relationship ended in a fiasco as well, this time it was his jealousy of her success that caused the split. Yesterday proved that the third time clearly isn’t a charm. But neither of her previous significant others ever caused a cataclysm as the one Dean has left behind. Her heart is a wasteland now.

“Are you leaving?” She’s pulled away from her thoughts by Jo’s voice, her tone matching the horrified expression on her face. She stands in the doorway, looking down at the open suitcase on the floor and the unzipped bag. All of a sudden, Y/N realizes what the scene must look like. “No. I’m just sorting out my washing,” she says quickly. “Oh…” the blonde cowgirl sighs, relieved. “For a second there I thought--” “I won’t let your scumbag cousin chase me away, Jo,” her friend assures her.

Truth be told, though, she has been thinking about it. Last night she had typed down her information on a booking website, ready to confirm her flight back to Freeport, but as her finger hovered over the ‘confirm’ button, she closed the tab and slammed her laptop closed. The intern came here on a mission. She is going to prove to her parents and to herself that she has what it takes to run her own ranch and that she deserves that business loan. She is not going to abort just because her heart is broken, come hell or high water.

“Well, good. I would have roped you like a cow and tied you to the saddle anyway,” Jo scoffs, leaning against the doorframe.

The cowgirl chuckles as she collects the last of her dirty laundry, zips up the bag, and puts it on the bed. The sight of the not-particularly comfortable mattress has her wishing she could crawl back under the covers and get some much-needed sleep. That’s not an option, however, and so she takes her hat from the corner bedpost and places it on her head. Before she goes out, she quickly checks her makeup in the mirror, but thankfully her tears haven’t smudged her waterproof eyeliner and mascara, and her foundation is still covering the bags under her eyes. It’s been a while since she hid behind the beauty-products, but the confidence Dean gave her has disappeared the second he ended their relationship, so she put her mask back on. There is no way she will give her ex-boyfriend the satisfaction of witnessing just how broken she is.

Y/N inhales deeply and squares her shoulders, lifting her chin as she stares at her reflection. The woman who looks back at her is fierce and resilient; the complete opposite of the little girl that’s hiding inside. Of course, she doesn’t want to face the day nor the man who hurt her, but she is left with no choice. There is so much more at stake here; her future, her career. This is business, and she will treat it as such. Y/N glances at Jo, giving her a nod, and her friend smiles faintly doing the same.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Dean pours himself his third cup of coffee. Saying that he had a rough night, is putting it mildly. The first digit of his alarm clock had already changed into a ‘2’ when he finally drifted off, only to jolt awake an hour and a half later, his bedsheets clinging to his sweat-covered skin. For the first time in years, a nightmare has caused havoc, images of his worst memories coming through cracks in the walls he built around all that childhood trauma. After freshening up, he laid in bed again while last night’s events alternated with those same disturbing scenes he saw in his dreams, the sad motion picture of sorrow and heartbreak projected on the ceiling. He gave up on sleeping around four-thirty in the morning, got dressed, and sat out on the porch until the sun came up. But no matter how hard he focused on the sounds of the night that tried to soothe him, he couldn't get her out of his mind. The pain laced in her desperate voice, the tears that fell because of him. But after those hurtful images, he also remembers that bright smile, her giggles, the sparkle in her eyes when she has achieved something. Her tenderness, her touch… It hasn’t even been twelve hours and he’s already craving Y/N, fighting an addiction for a drug he can never have again. The girl who is no longer his Yankee.

A door squeaks and Dean glances aside, immediately redirecting his gaze back to the coffee mug on the small kitchen counter when Y/N comes into view, followed suit by Jo. Instantly, the tension in the living room shoots through the roof, the crooked, little bunkhouse barely able to maintain the strain. He doesn’t say anything, but thankfully Garth and Benny do exchange a ‘good morning’ with the girls, the silence interrupted by the casual exchange.

He spots her perfectly applied makeup, her hair tied back in a tight ponytail that doesn’t allow a single strand to escape the rubber band. Her shirt is neatly tucked into her jeans, ironed and spotless, just like the day when she arrived at the ranch. Even though she looks breathtaking, the vision saddens him; she’s back to being the woman who needs to have everything under control. He gets it, though, because when she took his advice to loosen up, she let her guard down. If she had kept both hands on the reins, Y/N would have never allowed him to get so close and comfortable. Dean only made things worse for her, and now she was left to pick up the pieces of all that he broke.

Without saying a word, he grabs his coffee and pushes the door handle down to make his exit, not wanting to make her life more difficult than he already has.

Ultimately, this Monday was bound to get worse with every passing minute. Dean decided to get an early start before breakfast and got on the tractor, but when the ranch hand tried to back up in order to drag the arena, he couldn't get the old John Deere into reverse. A glance underneath soon determined why and he exclaimed a loud ‘fuck!’ when he detected the puddle of gearbox-oil on the dusty ground. Turning the fresh horses out only added to his agitation, especially when the youngsters stirred up the palomino stallion Led while the wrangler was hand-walking him. The Quarter is still recovering from the nasty tendon injury he suffered on the job, and isn’t supposed to be bouncing off the concrete like a rubber ball on a leash, but tell that to an energetic horse who has barely been out of his box for the past month. Garth readied a horse for his boss, which he managed to ride before breakfast, but Dean was unfocused and gave up after thirty minutes.

Now, they were all quietly eating their breakfast, the delicious meal giving them some consolation. Ellen observes the awfully silent crew, exchanging a look with her daughter, who with a slow shake of her head tells her mother to not bring it up, and so she doesn’t. The head wrangler is the first to get up from his seat, rinse his plate in the sink, and return to the stables. The others follow his example, the barn soon buzzing with activity.

Y/N works like a dog, mucking out the stable in record time without pausing. It’s a good distraction for her reeling mind, the hard labor ridding her of the frustration that boils her blood whenever she thinks of the man who ruined her faith in true love. Garth, sensing that the intern was fine on her own, took the tough job of raking the arena by hand, since machinery has let them down. Meanwhile, Jo and Dean train the animals as per usual, but there’s no bantering between them during the cool down. In fact, the wrangler’s cousin has decided to ignore him altogether.

Getting more irritated with every second passing, the horseman dismounts the six-year-old gelding named Santana, deciding that a light workout is enough for today. The wrangler is always careful to not let his emotions bleed into his work, but he’s finding it difficult to keep himself in check. Jo has already parked her horse next to the bay Quarter and has tacked down the buckskin without granting Dean a look. He sighs; Jo is not easily going to forgive him for hurting her friend, but he still tries to break the stifling silence.

“Can you pass me the water?” he asks, nodding at the yellow garden hose that’s rolled up by the faucet. Without even granting him a look, the ranch owner’s daughter throws the showerhead in his direction, the nozzle clattering on the tiles in front of Dean’s feet. He sighs, annoyed. “So this is how it’s gonna be?” he scoffs. “I get that you’re mad, but you can at least t--” “I have nothing to say to you,” she snaps.

It’s not the first time Jo is angry with him, because the two have a habit of getting on each other’s nerves. This time it’s different, though, and the bitterness in her tone sends a clear message that he has burned his bridges. Gritting his teeth, he lets the comment slide, deciding that it’s useless to fire back a counter. She has a solid point after all; he doesn’t deserve her sympathy in the slightest. Figuring that these will be the only words they exchange for at least a couple of days, the cowboy begins to hose down Santana, when Jo turns on her heels with her horse’s lead rope in one hand and her fist firmly planted on her waist. “You know what? I do have something to say. You just don’t get to speak in return,” she kicks off, about to unleash her wrath. Dean lifts his gaze from the dirt and sweat that he’s washing out of his horse’s coat, for the first time looking into his cousin’s fiery eyes. The petit cowgirl, who is easily nine inches shorter than the man before her, is intimidating nonetheless. He takes a breath, bracing himself for impact. Here it comes.

“You’re a cold-hearted, spineless, self-absorbed dick, know that? For once in your life, you’ve got something good goin’, someone who was willing to look past your gigantic ego and your daddy issues, yet the first thing you do when life gets tough, is drop her like a hot potato. Do you have any idea how much pain you’ve caused the poor girl? Because I do! She wouldn’t want me to tell you this, but she cried for hours, hours, and that’s on you! Guess who had to comfort her, huh?” Jo goes off. “I am so far past mad; I am furious! I really thought you had finally found a reason to change into something better than the abbreviated piece of nothing that you are now, but it seems like Y/N wasn’t the only one who was naive.” “You done?” the wrangler says coldly when she pauses to catch her breath. “Go hump a cactus, Dean,” she sneers.

With those words, Jo strides away, the large animal next to her obediently following her, well aware that now is not the time to be stubborn. The man who’s left with the poignant insults still echoing inside his head, pulls at his bottom lip with his teeth, staring at his feet for a second before he sniffs and focuses on the task at hand again. He might have pretended that her message left him unbothered, but the opposite is true. Jo could as well slap him across the face; it would hurt less.

Defeated, the wrangler takes Santana to his box and removes the halter from the large animal’s head. The sweet horse seeks contact, nudging her nose against Dean’s shoulder. He rubs the Quarter’s withers before he exits the stable, appreciating the only kindness that he’s received so far this morning.

“Dean?” He tenses, not expecting his name to fall off the lips of the woman who he parted from only yesterday. When the cowboy meets her gaze, the look Y/N gives him is as cold as the tone of her voice. “I need a word,” she says, although it sounds more like a demand. “S - sure,” he stutters, glancing down briefly before he looks back up again, suddenly nervous. He’s not sure if he can handle being scolded by his ex-girlfriend as well. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to work together anymore,” she states formally. “I’d like a new supervisor.”

Dean cocks his head back slightly, unbalanced by the appeal. He rubs his temple, averting his eyes but then nods, acknowledging that she’s probably right, even though the request is a painful one. “Yeah, uh - sure. I’ll ask Garth,” he stammers, estimating that he would be the obvious choice since she’s so close with Jo. He wouldn’t want their friendship to be tainted by the difference in rank. “Okay,” the intern responds, her expression stark and strained, before she walks past him.

Motionless, the head wrangler remains on his spot, setting his jaw and closing his eyes for a second. Somehow, he didn’t expect their first exchange to be strictly business. Her stance is so different from what he’s grown used to. Even on the night they met when she gave him a hard time, the tension between them didn’t feel as heavy as it does now. He realized when he called it quits that she would struggle with his decision, but Jo’s confirmation that she spent most of last night crying over their separation has him desperate to ease the pain.

“Y/N…” he says softly while turning before she’s too far gone to pick up on his voice. “I have work to do,” she cuts off, shooting him a short glare over her shoulder.

Dean swallows thickly while watching her leave, fast and determined strides taking her as far away from him as possible. Damn it, he really did ruin his chances of even maintaining any sort of a friendship, didn’t he? He’s not sure what else he expected after the way they parted, but despite the loathing and vexed look she just shot him that feels like a bullet to the heart, he’s glad. Let her be angry, let her hate him. It will be easier for her to deal with those emotions, than just the overwhelming sense of sadness. He knows, because he hasn’t felt this devastated, empty, and incomplete since his family fell apart; he’s talking from experience. Wishing the day was over already, the cowboy adjusts his hat and gets back to work, hoping that riding will offer him the therapy he so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, the day doesn’t pass by nearly as fast as Dean would like to. After riding five horses, he, Benny, and Garth use their lunch break to look at the beat-up tractor that once again has let them down. The head wrangler doesn’t mind skipping his midday meal; he would rather avoid sitting across from Y/N in a room overflowing with awkwardness, plus, he’s not hungry anyway.

The machine from 1979 was bound to die on the crew sooner than later, but after the farrier slash mechanic discovers metal particles in the gearbox fluid, it becomes clear that a simple oil change isn’t going to cut it this time. “Yep, she’s toast,” Benny sighs, wiping his dirty hands with a cloth. “Just what we need,” his friend grunts. He’s not looking forward to his uncle’s response to the setback. “I’ll tell Bobby.” “I can if you want me to,” the stable boy - who is also responsible for the machinery - offers. Dean purses his lips slightly, his thumbs hooked through the belt loops of his jeans while he stares at the old John Deere absently. “Nah, I’ll do it. I got a question for you, though. Do you mind supervising Y/N from now on?” Garth shakes his head, taking in his boss, somewhat confused. “No, not at all.” “Good,” the wrangler replies quickly, thankful that the slender employee takes on the task without question. The clueless young man didn’t pick up on the relationship between Dean and the intern to begin with, and he would rather keep him in the dark, especially now that it has ended. He knocks on the rusty hood of the tractor before he heads off. “I’ll see y’all in a bit. Can you start rolling out the hay to the pastures with the wheelbarrows? It’s gonna take a hell of a lot longer without this old thing.”

The shade inside the stables is welcoming, and not just because it offers cooler temperatures. Dean’s eyes are still painfully sore from the lack of sleep and he rubs at them again, trying to stop them from burning. Shit, and it’s only Monday, he sighs to himself. The three-day event over the weekend means no time off for the employees who attended. The last time he didn’t have to show up at seven in the morning or earlier was late September, which means that he has been working twelve-hour plus shifts for fourteen days straight now. Work never stops on a ranch. The horses depend on him; they will always need food, a clean stable and exercise, no matter how tired, lovesick, or miserable he is.

The cafeteria is already empty. His aunt is probably at the guesthouses to change the sheets and towels, giving the accommodations a quick once-over. However, he finds a post-it on the long table with his name on it; ‘Don’t forget to eat. Bacon sandwiches are in the fridge - Ellen’. As the cowboy smiles for the first time today, he wonders if Bobby has told his wife anything about John’s unexpected visit in Flagstaff, hoping that he hasn’t. Knowing his aunt, she’s going to sit him down for some sweet tea and a talk, even though previous attempts of having a conversation as such proved to be unsuccessful. He appreciates her concern, though, the idea of his surrogate mom caring about him offering Dean some solace.

The wrangler walks through the high barn doors on the other side, the sun doing its very best to cheer him up, but the rays don’t reach his soul. He makes his way to the Singer’s home, reckoning he will find Bobby there. As per usual, Dean takes off his hat and hangs it on the coat hanger, kicking off his boots before he proceeds to the office in the back of the house. After knocking, he pushes the door ajar, finding his uncle behind his desk. The place is still a mess, but the occupant’s features aren’t draped in shadows like the last time he was here. The blinders are open, the window a passe-partout of the Joshua tree, together with the paddocks and pastures surrounding it.

The rancher looks up when his nephew enters. “Hey, son. How’s the tractor comin’?” “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s fried. The oil is swimming with debris,” Dean tells, taking a seat on the other side of the desk. “Metal?” Bobby questions. When the young man across from him nods, he curses. “Balls!”

Dean presses his lips into a firm line, keeping still in the worn chair to prevent it from squeaking. His uncle seemed to be in a good mood after the successful show, but he can tell that this setback has put a strain on the old man’s frame of mind.

“You’re gonna call the service station?” the head wrangler wonders. “No, that’s gonna cost us. We finally managed to make some money, I ain’t planning on spending it on that damned thing.” The rancher adjusts his ball cap before leaning back in his chair. “You boys can give it a go first, open up that gearbox, see what’s broken. I’ll order parts once you figure out what’s wrong with that piece of shit.”

Scribbling something down on a piece of paper, Bobby sighs, but then returns his focus to Dean. “There’s somethin’ else I need to discuss with you.” His right-hand raises his eyebrows slightly, his interest peaked. “What’s that?” “It’s about Cain,” his uncle murmurs. “Apparently MacLeod didn’t tell the entire story.” Dean scoffs, shaking his head. “Should I be surprised? I’m not sure what kinda vibes you picked up from that shady dude, but I sure as hell don’t trust him for the life of me.” “I don’t either. That’s why I think we should reconsider that deal.” Bobby rests his elbows on the armrests of his chair, forking his fingers together in his lap. He expected some resistance from Dean, but not such a strong reaction as his nephew fires back.

“What?! Are you serious?” he counters, perplexed. “You’re just gonna wipe it off the table?” “Not ‘just’, but we need to consider our options,” his boss returns. “How many options do we have exactly? Because the way I see it, this arrangement is a pretty damn good one. It’s good money, a steady income with the prospect of a huge bonus, not to mention what doors it might open for the future. This horse might be the break we need,” Dean advocates, remembering Y/N’s words clearly when she summed up all the possibilities that Cain might bring with him. “Look, I know Fergus is a proper dick, but he has a reputation to protect. There’s too much at stake for him, and I don’t believe he will double-cross us. If we deliver, he’s gonna pay good bucks.” “And that’s where we might have a problem; actually delivering,” Bobby returns, taking in his head wrangler. Dean draws his head back, slightly hurt, frowning at his uncle’s words. “You don’t think I can get the job done?” “I’m not sure if anyone can, son,” the owner of the Gold Canyon Ranch states calmly. “The horse doesn’t just have ‘some behavioral issues’, as Fergus put it. He’s unapproachable, unpredictable, aggressive. That stallion is dangerous to everyone in a square mile radius. Jody rang me this morning to warn us.” “Jody?” the cowboy returns, puzzled. He’s aware that the female rancher knows a lot of people in this business, but he didn’t expect the news of the famous stallion’s arrival would spread so fast. “How did she even know that Cain was coming to us?” “Because MacLeod is a client of hers. Cain is currently in her stables.”

Dean’s eyebrows hit his hairline, emerald greens staring over the desk at the man on the other side. While gaping at his uncle, questions begin to race through his mind. Jody did business with Fergus? Jody is a good trainer with excellent judgment, so if she claims Cain is untrainable, that says something. Their last conversation in Flagstaff comes to mind, the news about Gabe’s hospitalization shocking him at the time. Could his friend’s injuries be the stallion’s doing?

Bobby watches his trusted worker process the information, rolling his chair a little closer and resting his forearms on the varnished wood, closing his hand over his fist. “I know this complicates things, but I’m gonna leave it up to you. If you think you can handle the stallion, I will trust your judgment. But I don’t want you to risk your neck for the money, Dean. We will find another way.”

The horseman chews on his lip as he ponders, his focus capturing nothing in particular as his eyes flick over the items and documents on the desk. “We’ll have a week to evaluate him. I’ll make the call after that,” he decides. “Mind if I contact Jody to get some insight on what I’m up against?” “Knock yourself out,” Bobby consents. “Just leave the numbers that we agreed to out of it.” “Will do.”

Dean gets up from his seat, pushing the chair closer to the desk before he intends to slip out of the office before he’s stopped by his boss. “One more thing,” the wise man says, looking over his enclosed hands. “What’s going on with you and the intern?”

Caught, the head wrangler freezes, eyes wide with shock and pure horror staring into the hallway. Shit. How the hell is he going to answer that? Is he referring to the dance at the opening night of the horse show or the palpable tension that has surrounded the former couple whenever they were in close range of each other? Dean doesn’t know, but he has the feeling that the continuation of this conversation is going to be anything but pleasant. Composing himself before he turns back to face his uncle.

“Nothin’. What do you mean?” He shrugs as the corners of his mouth draw down, pretending to be careless. “Don’t play dumb, boy. I was born at night, but not last night.” Bobby glares at him knowingly. “Are you messin’ around with her?” “No,” Dean says firmly, the truth in his words hurting him deep down. His uncle lifts his chin, holding the cowboy’s gaze while narrowing his eyes. It’s clear that he’s not buying. “You wanna explain then why you two were like two peas in a pot in Flagstaff, but can’t even look at each other now?”

With his hand still on the door handle, his nephew attempts to keep his act together, but then he sighs. Damn it, he was so close to making it out of this meeting alive. Oh well, what’s one more lecture, right?

“Look, there’s nothing going on, not anymore. I - uh, I got carried away and I shouldn’t have let it,” he admits. “I broke it off. It won’t happen again.” “Is this gonna be a problem?” his boss asks sternly. “If you two can’t work together--” “It isn’t. Garth will supervise her from now on. Just to prevent any issues in the future,” he continues, hoping the fact that they actually discussed how to carry on as colleagues from this point forward will put the concern to rest.

“There better be a future for her here on this ranch. I can’t afford to lose a free worker, especially not one as skilled as she is,” Bobby warns, not convinced. “I’d pray that she won’t pack her bags if I were you, ‘cause I’ll give ya one guess who’s gonna have to work twice as hard and whose ass I’m gonna bust.” “She won’t leave,” his head wrangler guarantees, willing to bet his life on it.

His promise might seem based on a hopeful hunch, but Y/N hasn’t given Dean any indication to question her professionalism. She even approached him in order to change the conditions of her internship, which couldn’t have been easy for her. Their interaction will be minimized and strictly business from now on, something he reckons she will handle much more gracefully than he will, simply because she has a bigger purpose to focus on. This placement is a stepping stone to her dream of owning her own ranch, and that goal hasn’t changed. He knows she won’t leave Gold Canyon.

Bobby observes his nephew, still bothered by the fact that he didn’t listen to him when he specifically told the bachelor not to get involved with the intern. He’s going to save the rant for another time, though, the sight of an already dejected man before him having him hold back. It seems like this is doing a number on young fellow, and considering how they were with each other at the horse show this weekend, he’s not surprised. The two reminded him of his twenties when he first got together with his Ellen. The boy is hurting, more than he lets on. “Alright then. Get goin’, I’ve got bills to pay,” he eventually says, shooing Dean out with a flick of the wrist.

Relieved that his uncle is cutting him some slack, he nods and silently pulls the door shut, putting a barrier between himself and the conversation he has been dreading for weeks. If only he could be able to tell Bobby that he’s with the girl he’s in love with; he would have taken the grumpy rebuke with a grin on his face. If only.

While stepping outside, the cowboy pulls his cellphone from his jeans pocket, looking up Jody Mills’ number in his contacts. He begins to slowly stroll back and forth on the porch in its sheltering shade, the floorboards moaning and cracking under his boots as he waits with his Nokia pressed against his ear. The steady tone beeps twice before his friend picks up. “Hey,” it sounds from the other side of the line. “I was hoping you’d call.” “Yeah, Bobby told me about Cain,” he returns. “Kinda complicates things, don’t it?” “I need to listen to me very carefully,” Jody starts, earnest and worried. “Do not take that horse into your stable.”

The cowboy sighs, glancing over the land while hooking his thumb behind his belt. He figured the female rancher would try to convince him to back off. “It’s good money, Jody, and I’ve handled difficult cases before. Cain deserves a shot. I have to try.” “I get it, but hear me out. If Fergus offered you a deal that seems too good to be true, that’s because it is. I know you’re an excellent trainer, hell, the best that I know. But I’m telling you, we’re not talking about a stallion with some authority issues here. That horse is twisted, has wires crossed. I have never seen such behavior,” she presses. “So many people have tried to straighten him out already. I did some digging, and Fergus’ supposedly ‘million dollar prospect’ has moved in and out nine different stables over the past year. No one has succeeded.”

He ponders, not taking her warning lightly. Jody is an experienced equestrian who has dealt with many tough animals. She even passed some horses on to him when she couldn’t get through to them. The woman is well aware of the limits to her expertise and has always been honest with clients when a horse was too much for her to handle, but never before has she doubted that the wrangler from the Gold Canyon Ranch could do the job.

“When Gabe got hurt, was it…?” Dean wonders, hesitant, not finishing his sentence. “It was Cain.”

He sets his jaw, the muscles flexing under his stubble. Although he assumed it was the stallion who has put his former colleague into the hospital, it still shocks him. He continues to pace the deck in front of the Singer’s home. “How is he doing?” he wonders. Jody pulls in a deep breath, the message she’s about to deliver clearly a difficult one. “He’s never gonna walk again. Paralyzed from the waist down.”

Dean closes his eyes and swallows thickly. It’s the outcome they all feared, but hearing the confirmation makes his gut churn. Losing one's legs is a nightmare for everyone, but for a rider? He can’t possibly picture it, becoming wheelchair-bound. Honestly, he would rather die than to never be able to get in the saddle again.

“Dean, I know you believe every horse deserves a second chance, but please, let this one go. He is beyond repair. I’m not asking, I’m begging,” she pleads, a tremor in her voice. “If you take on Cain, it’s only a matter of time before you get hurt, or worse.”

The words are backed up by a heavy silence. The two stay quiet for a while, the words sinking in with the wrangler. Flight animals fueled by fear can do either two things; run or attack. If getting away from the supposed threat is impossible, they tend to go for the last. It’s not something the horse will even think about; it’s a survival instinct. When a naturally kind creature takes a turn like that, it becomes a thousand-pound killing machine. If Cain is truly that far gone, it is likely that he is indeed beyond saving. The trainer has to see it for himself, though, and not just because the ranch can use the cash. He realizes that if he doesn’t take on this task, someone else will, someone with less experience. If this stallion is really that lethal, the next novice trainer might make an error of judgment that will be his or her last. At least Dean has the skills. It seems like he is Cain’s last resort, because if he isn’t trainable, he will get the bullet at some point. He wouldn’t be the first horse to be put down because of similar problems.

“Thanks for the warning, Jody,” he responds after a long pause. “I’ll keep it in mind.” “Dean--” “I know. I know what you’re gonna say, but if I don’t do this, who knows what might happen to him. I’ve got a week to decide if we wanna go through with it. That’s the least I can do.” He can hear his friend grunt, frustrated, probably realizing that changing his mind was a long shot to begin with. “Just… be careful, okay?” “I will, promise,” Dean assures. “Talk to you later.”

The cowboy hangs up, staring at his phone for a few more seconds before he puts it away and steps out into the sun, heading back to the stables. The admonition continues to ring in his ears, and he allows the caution to imprint the decisions he needs to make in the upcoming days. After all, warned is forearmed.

Y/N wishes anyone had warned her how painful it is to have her heart broken by the person who made it beat just for him. Maybe she would have been more mindful then, more guarded. Maybe she wouldn’t have let him have it, had she known how careless he would be.

Around 5 o’clock, her new supervisor said it was okay if she wanted to take her own horse for a ride. Normally she trains Meadow either before or after shift, but she got all the work done at record speed, desperate for a distraction, that all her daily tasks were fulfilled two hours before dinner. Maybe Garth detected that she needed some alone-time with her four-legged friend, because he suggested the ride with a sympathetic smile and a kind nudge, sending her towards the Quarter’s box.

After straightening out the saddle pad, the cowgirl tightens the cinch. Meadow, who can be a bit of a grumpy mare when it comes to tacking up, stands still without moving a muscle, allowing her owner to ready her for a ride without pulling a prank like she usually does. Sometimes the cheeky horse will try to fish Y/N’s phone from her back pocket, nibble at her hat or her sleeve, or refuse to take a step aside when requested, but not today. Maybe she can sense that such an action could set her human off.

The horse accepts the bit when the cowgirl offers it to her, after which she pulls the headpiece over Meadow’s black-tipped ears, securing the straps skillfully. She sniffles, wiping her nose and forcing herself to keep her composure a little while longer. In a few minutes, when she’s away from prying eyes, she will allow to let the tears flow again, but not now, not yet.

Y/N unties her horse, places her left foot in the stirrup, and swings her right leg over the back of her bay mare, softly landing in the saddle. Picking up the reins, she steers her horse away from the tack up area, the smooth leather between her fingers giving her a sense of control that she’s missing in her love life.

Instead of leading Meadow towards the arena, the rider guides her towards the gate that leads to the trail. Her horse had an eventful weekend and gave it her all in competition, so it wouldn’t be fair to put her through a full workout. The performance took a lot out of the willing horse who never seizes to bring her best efforts and more. Even though the freestyle only lasted minutes, the athlete peaked with a brilliant execution of the routine, which takes a lot of skill and strength. Then there’s the ambiance of a show, the new environment, all the sensory overload. The combination of all those factors did a number the Quarter, and she deserves a calm and relaxing ride, much like the young woman she’s carrying on her back. Y/N is in no state to train, well aware that the heightened emotions will get the best of her if something might not work out the way she planned, and that’s not something she wants her companion to bear the consequences of. If anything, Meadow has been absolutely wonderful, seeming to understand that her person is sad and needs someone to lean on.

After closing the fence behind them, the girl and her horse follow the path that leads towards the hills. Cacti flank the road ahead towards the Superstition Mountains, which stand tall in the backdrop. The beautiful amber colored volcanic rock formations seem even more vibrant now that the setting sun blesses nature with a warm glow. The vegetation is much greener than it was when they searched for the herd of youngsters in the reservoir. Autumn is here, and within a couple of months, the ridges that reach for the sky will be covered in snow. It’s supposed to be a beautiful sight, at least that’s what Dean told her.

Now that it’s just her and Meadow, Y/N finally allows the suppressed tears to fall. The battle she has been fighting all day is one she knew she would lose eventually, she just wanted to be with her most faithful friend when the levee breaks. She doesn’t even intend to wipe the drops of despair away, knowing that she has to let it out now in order to keep up the facade later. And so the last rays of the day catch the shimmering pathways down her cheeks, similar to how the water cobbled at Willow’s Creek, where she and Dean shared their first kiss. All the memories, those perfect little moments that she thought to cherish forever, they are worth nothing now. It was all just a dream.

Y/N transits into a slow canter, hoping that the wind in her face will chase the sorrow away. She has to feel something completely opposite to the grief that is ripping her apart. She needs to experience freedom and the bond that comes along with this unique partnership between her and Meadow, the simplicity of moving across the desert like men and their horses have been doing so for centuries. No engines, no computers, no engineering. Just two souls of completely different species merging as one.

Resting her free hand on her horse’s neck and gripping the black mane, she pushes her heels into the Quarter’s flanks, aiding her to pick up speed. The bay mare takes over, her rider is no longer in control, but she no longer has to be. Y/N doesn’t need to direct this movie, because she trusts Meadow with her life. If there is any being on the face of the planet that she would follow blindly, it’s her companion. Meadow has never let her down, not once, and her owner knows there will never come a moment when she will. And so she breathes in, welcoming the wind to fill her lungs with newfound courage, brought on by the majestic animal that gallops across the landscape, carrying Y/N on her wings.

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Insomnia At It’s Best ↝ Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin x Felix’s childhood friend!reader

Requested? No this came from my very horny brain!

Word count: 2,395

Warnings: SMUT! Dom!Hyunjin, Bratty!Reader, Degradation, Daddy kink, Slight Exhibitionism, Bimbofication, unprotected sex (please protect yourself but you are on the pill in this), Sadism, Masochism, Orgasm denial, hair pulling, slight overstimulation, aftercare (BECAUSE THAT”S IMPORTANT)

[01:04 am] You sat up on the couch, the dorm completely dark except the T.V. The boys were scattered at this point. Chan, Changbin, and Han were at the studio working on new songs. Minho and Felix were in the dance studio with Jeongin helping him with choreography. Seungmin was also there only to tease Jeongin as usual. Hyunjin, well, Hyunjin was in his bedroom asleep. Minho made him come home because he was overworking himself. You were there to visit Felix all the way from Australia and you were a little disappointed that he wasn’t hanging out with you, but you understood that he was working. But you really couldn’t complain, he invited you to the dance studio to hang out but you were already comfy on the couch and in a huge t-shirt and black cheekies. With 8 boys in the house it wasn’t exactly the best thing to wear, but it was nighttime and you were always covered with a blanket. You looked at the clock on your phone.

You groaned because you couldn’t fall asleep. You went through a mental checklist of things that could be keeping you up. Then it hit you, you were hungry. You stood up and crept over to the kitchen trying not to wake Hyunjin. Turning on a single bulb in the kitchen. It was dim enough that it didn’t blind you. You tried to reach up to the cabinet but it was too tall. You went to where the stool was and it crashed on the floor as you tried to place it in front of the cabinet..

Fuck. I hope that didn’t wake Hyunjin.

You put it on the floor gently and you climbed the step stool. As you got the honey butter chips down, the tall blonde walked into the kitchen. “(Y/N)?” he questioned. And as soon as he saw what you were wearing his eyes went straight to the ceiling. “Oh! Hyunjin I’m sorry did I wake you?” You asked, remorse in your voice. “No I was up anyway.” he stated, still looking at the ceiling. “Hyunjin, honey, you okay?” you asked. But it clicked what was happening. He didn’t want to look at you. “Yeah I’m fine.” He said confidently, but his pink tinged cheeks said what he couldn’t. You got down from the step stool with the chip bag in your hand.

This could be fun.

“Hyunjin,” the fake innocence dripping from your voice, “why aren’t you looking at me?” He licked his lips. “Felix would kill me… and you’re wearing..” he swallowed hard “that” Meaning the lack of what you were wearing. “Are you afraid of little Lixie?” You questioned. His face changed for a split second. Anger? Frustration? “No, I’m not.” His tone even changed a little. Which sent a jolt down your spine. You saw the bulge in his pants and remembered something Felix had mentioned when you were all playing Spill it or Drink.

All nine of you were in a circle. You were all using a bottle as a spinner and shots of alcohol and gross things were on the tables behind you. Chan spun the bottle and it landed on Felix.

“Alright, Felix, spill a sexual secret about the person to your right. Or drink one of those shots.” Chan demanded. Felix had already gotten so much bad luck and drank only two shots of alcohol and three shots of something gross. He looked at Hyunjin and said “Sorry, Jinnie.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Felix thought about it for a minute, and then he got it. “Hyunjin is a dom who loves taming brats.” Your eyes along with everyone else’s widened. Hyunjin hit him on the shoulder and covered his face.

You wanted to see how far you could push him. You wanted to see Hyunjin in dom mode. He always acted so sweet and lovely to you ever since you arrived. You wanted to confirm that side of him for yourself. Partly because you didn’t believe it, partly because that image hasn’t left your brain since the game a few nights ago.

You took a deep breath, and the brat came out. “I think you are, Jinnie. Or, maybe you’re just not as dominant as Felix said you were.” You put the bag of chips down and lifted your shirt a little more to reveal your hips.

“Maybe, you’re just..” you stepped toward him, poking his chest. “a little.” poke “baby.” poke “boy.” After you were done he grabbed your wrist. His breathing was hot and deep. His neck snapped down to meet your eyes.

“No. No. I think you need to shut your little mouth.” His voice got rougher. Your mind lit up with what you wanted to say next. You stood on your toes and got up in his face as much as you could.

“Make. Me.”

His jaw clenched, his lips pressed together, and his eyebrows raised. You saw his eyes go from the normal brown to dark with lust mixed with anger. His hand let go of your wrist and both of his hands rested firmly on your hips, pushing you up against the counter. His knee forced your thighs apart and put his thigh up against your clothed pussy.

Your breath hitched, which didn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin. The blonde smirked at the noise. He leaned down to your ear. “You’re such a brat. You need to learn your place.” Your eyes fluttered as he moved his thigh a bit. But you still wanted to see if you could push a bit more. You grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled, making him groan. A smile came across your lips as you said in a mocking tone “Who’s going to do it? Not you. You don’t have the balls.”

That was it. That’s what did it. That’s what made him roughly take your hair and pull. And grab your hand out of his hair and lead you toward the couch. “You’re in for it, Kitten.” he tossed you onto the couch like a rag doll. The pet name made you bite your lip. He took off his shirt and got on top of you. His body was fucking remarkable. He pinned your wrists above your head and bitand sucked at your neck, marking you.

“Jinnie, what about Felix?” Your breathing became heavier. His free hand went to your throat as he made eye contact with you. “Do not call me Jinnie.” He said sternly. This side of him was so hot. You were soaked through your cheekies at this point.

“It’s Daddy tonight, Kitten. And, Felix, will know the whore you really are after I’m done with you.” Releasing your wrists, he took off your shirt and flipped you over. He hovered over you and came down to your ear gripping your hair roughly.

“Now, does the whore know the traffic light system?” you nodded and tried to lift your ass to feel the growing hard on in his pants. But he slammed you back down. “You’re such a little slut.” He said as he touched your pussy through the underwear. “Soaked and I've barely done anything to you.”

“Please, Daddy.” you whined. Trying to help your case somehow. He took off your underwear, and touched your soaked folds. “Oh so the brat is gonna submit now? You want Daddy to fuck you like the dumb whore you are?” With that he stuck two fingers in. Stretching you without prepping. You cried out as he curled his finger and started stimulating your clit. He pulled your hair more, “Answer me, whore.” “Yes! Daddy, please fuck me, I’m your little whore, please.” you moaned and whined throughout the sentence. The pain felt so good it just made you even wetter. He moved his fingers and soon enough after a few minutes of him degrading you and the constant stimulation, the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach came up. Sweat started to drip on your forehead along with his but he didn’t break the pace.

“You gonna cum, Kitten?” you nodded desperately. And as soon as your leg started shaking he stopped. You started breathing heaving and you whined at the loss of your high. “You think I was going to let you cum after you pulled all that?” He laughed at your shaking state. “What’s your color, Kitten?” He asked. He may be a sadist, but a good dom always asks no matter what. “Green!” you practically yelled. He smirked.

“You love this. You love being my little fuck toy don’t you?” He growled “Yes, Daddy. Please use me!”

“I don’t have a condom.” “I’m on the pill, Daddy.” “Good because I want to fuck you raw.” He stripped himself of his boxers revealing his dick. “God, I don’t even need you suck my dick you’re so fucking wet.” He said as he sat on the couch.

“Get on my dick facing the T.V.” he demanded. You moved quickly and faced the T.V. He grabbed your hips and guided you onto his lap, but before he put it in he started having you grind on it to tease you. “Beg for it, slut.” He looked you up and down. It took all of his self control not to fuck you straight away. You had to learn your lesson though. And he loved seeing you beg for him. He honestly got off on your whines and moans and desperation.

“Please! I want to be stuffed full of Daddy’s cock!” He smiled, lifted you by the hips, and then slammed you down on his dick. He sat up, took your throat in his hand, one arm slinked over your waist as he stimulated your clit and put his lips to your ear. Your legs were draped over his legs, your wet cunt completely exposed and your feet didn’t touch the ground. Your back to his chest. Head on his shoulder.

He started to fuck up into you. Trying to find your sweet spot. “What’s your color?” You couldn’t answer. Your brain was dead. It felt so good that’s all you could focus on. “(Y/N) if you can’t answer I’ll have to stop because you’re not consenting. So if you really can’t speak, then tap me once for green, twice for yellow, and three times for red. Can you do that for me, Kitten?” You nod, you tapped his shoulder once. “Good Kitten.” That was the first time he praised you that night.

“I’m practically fucking you dumb, aren’t I whore? You like the thought of one of my bandmates or even your best friend coming in here and seeing you being used. They should be home soon. Maybe we should give them a show?” He started going faster. “No, Daddy!” You cried. “Really? Because every time you get degraded and I talk like this you clench more around my dick. So I think you might like it.” He said smugly.

You were reaching your high. You got up the energy to speak. “Daddy, I’m c-c-clo-close may I please cum?” Desperation filled your voice. And this was the moment he started hammering into your sweet spot. Moans filled the living room. “You can cum, whore.” he said with cockiness in his voice. He loved this. He squeezed your throat tighter and thrusted at an inhuman pace. “F-f-uck-k” You moaned. The knot in your stomach appeared and let go in the matter of seconds.

Even after your orgasm he chased his climax, which overstimulated you. Your eyes went into the back of your head. “Daddy’s gonna c-cum okay, Kitten?” His breath was rapid, “Yes! Please cum in me!” You begged. The hot load fed your pussy. He was biting on your shoulder to mark you one last time before this ended.

Stars filled your vision and his. And you both slumped over from exhaustion. Sweat dripping all over. Both of your breathing labored. He planted small loving kisses on your marks. You mustered the energy to get up but your legs collapsed and you fell on the floor.

“Such a mess, baby.” He said smiling before picking you up and laying you on the other end of the couch. You tried to talk but he shushed you. He left the living room to get a warm wet washcloth, a new t-shirt and a new pair of underwear from your suitcase. He cleaned himself up, turned the light off in the kitchen, and went back to tend to you. He wiped you down gently, and dressed you. He cleaned up your clothes and his.

He sat down beside you. “(Y/N)? What was that?” He asked, talking about what you guys just did. He pulled you into his chest and laid you down with him on the couch, covering you both with a blanket. Your face on his chest, laying on top of him so you could hear his heartbeat, which was still a little erratic from your session. “I was curious what dom Hyunjin was like.” you answered with a weak chuckle.

“Well, if you wanted to know you could have just asked!” He said. “This way was much more fun.” You said, he lightly hit you on the shoulder. He admired the marks he made on you. “You’re such a brat.” he said, smiling. You were asleep. He followed after, feeling each other's warmth.

BONUS:

The SKZ members came home at different times. All seeing you both laying on the couch together. Jeongin and Seungmin came home first at about 3:30 am, both stared wide eyed at you but they were too tired to do anything of value. Changbin and Han came home about 3:55 am, saw your neck and Changbin gave Han five bucks because they made a bet on if you two would sleep together. “I fucking KNEW it.” Han whisper-screamed but Changbin hushed him and shooed him towards the bedrooms. Chan came back at 4:10 am, and only thought, oh fuck wait until Felix gets home.

And finally Felix and Minho, walked in the door about 4:30 am. Let’s just say that Minho had to cover his mouth to keep him from killing Hyunjin and yelling profanities. “They’re sleeping, we’re exhausted, you can yell tomorrow!” He whisper-yelled at Felix. Who pouted and went to his bedroom.

AHHH I hope you liked it seeing as this is my first smut on this blog and I’ve been out of practice. I’m a bit rusty so I’m sorry if it’s not the best quality! Requests are open and I hope you have a great day <3

The repost of any of my work is prohibited. All rights go to ghxsty-writer

#skz x reader #skz smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids #x reader #this is the dirtiest thing EVER #i hope you like it #hwang hyunjin #stray kids x reader #kpop smut

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thedarkreborn · 3 years

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WIP Whenever:

Tagged by @darthsassacre thank you! Apologies for the belated response, time got away from me a bit this week.

This is a segment from an upcoming chapter of my current main fic, The Dark Reborn, a re-imagined idea for a different Sequel Trilogy that would have incorporated more of the vibe of the original EU as well as several homages to it -- not least of which is the identity of the chief antagonist: Revan, returned after four thousand years to bring the New Republic and the Empire alike to their knees before them.

(If you have been reading that story and do not wish spoilers for upcoming events, please stop reading this post now.)

"Admirable!" Revan laughed gaily and delivered three more light, glancing blows. Sweat trickled down Leia's temple, carving a winding line in the dust that caked her pale face, but she managed to deflect all three without moving from her post. "Unimpeachably admirable. But tiring, don't you think?"

"I could do this all day," Leia demurred. "Why? Want to take a break?"

"When I take breaks, they tend to last for centuries," Revan answered smoothly. "And I don't think you have that sort of time to spare. No, I was asking because you've got to be getting bored with your 'plucky freedom fighter' routine by now, aren't you?" The Dark Lord punctuated their words with lightsaber swings, aiming first low and then high and then low again. Leia had to lift her foot to keep her ankle from being severed by the third attack, but she managed to deflect the rest readily enough and while Revan was aiming for her feet, she landed a glancing blow across the black shoulder of their armor.

Revan moved with the hit, robbing it of most of its power. When they stopped half a meter away and faced her again Leia could see a smoking scorch mark on the sleek black hide, but if she'd cut deep enough to reach flesh or draw blood she could not tell in the dim light of their tenuous tunnel. She took advantage of Revan's momentary discomfiture to glance at Han again, but he was still motionless and she could not spare enough attention from the battle in front of her to reach for him through the Force.

She tried not to think about how her arm had trembled when her balance shifted; tried not to think about the trickle of dust that had come down from the broken ceiling to shroud her hair.

"You seem bored," Revan observed. "I think it's time for you to put your talents to better use."

"At your disposal?" Leia's eyebrows arched towards her hairline, a pointed study in skepticism.

"Why not?" Revan shrugged. If the shoulder that Leia had struck hurt, they didn't show it. "Surely serving me will be less tedious than serving your silly Senate or your doomed Jedi Council."

"Sorry," Leia deadpanned, "I'll be busy washing my hair. Why don't you try that line on someone who hasn't heard it a dozen times before?"

"I'm not interested in them," Revan said dismissively. "There is no Jedi yet living in this dwindling age who could ever be a threat to me, but you--you remind me of someone I knew a long, long time ago. You, my Jedi Princess, you could begin to be something useful. You could begin to be something...more."

"I'm flattered. Why don't you tell me more about what it is you're trying to recruit me to do? Maybe I'll be so fascinated I won't be able to resist," Leia suggested drily.

Revan chuckled. "As a potential turncoat, you're not very convincing."

"I'm hardly trying," Leia retorted. "What's the point, when we both know I'm never going to join you?"

"I came here especially for you, Leia Organa."

"Organa-Solo, if you please. Senator Organa-Solo."

"As you wish...senator." The word came out cloaked in amusement rather than respect, but Leia hadn't been expecting anything better. No one in the Empire--from lowliest stormtrooper to highest Grand Admiral--was capable of remembering her change in title. Why should an ersatz emperor be any different? Still, there was something about Revan's presence--the darkness of it, the size of it--that made Leia shiver as they said plainly, "You are the only thing on this dead world of any value. Why not live up to your potential for once in your life? Join me. Learn the true nature and breadth of the Force...and so much more."

"Tempting," Leia lied, making no effort to hide her disinterest, "but I thought we were fighting." She raised her lightsaber. "Unless you're ready to give up?"

It was impossible to see whether or not Revan smiled through that thin, sharp mask but amusement dripped from every word as they said, "Oh my dear girl. There are few things I have not done over the course of four thousand years of life and death, but give up? That, I fear, is one skill that has always eluded me."

Leia beckoned with her saber and smiled coolly. "How nice that I can teach you something new, then."

Red light moved to answer blue as Revan laughed.

#i'm pretty sure everyone i know in the sw fandom has already been tagged so uhhhh i guess the tag-line dies with me crap #that's what i get for coming in two days late without spacestarbucks oops #wip whenever #revan #leia organa solo #spoilers

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leeknow-bestboy · 4 years

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If You Close One Eye - Chapter Three

Ships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Bang Chan/Yang Jeongin | I.N, If you really squint you can notice Lix is into Binnie, Hyunjin was into everyone once

Characters: All the kids, The ex kid isn't here I edited him out, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Trigger warnings: panic attack, ptsd, original character death, homophobia, original character cheating, descriptive imagery.

Word count: 5172

Chapter: 3/?

Next (Out soon!) / previous / first

Tags: Murder Mystery, amateur detective minho, Soulmates, not your typical soulmate AU, Alternate Universe - College/University, Slow Burn, Slow Build, good things take time let it slowburn, minho is singlehandedly responsible for the slow burn so blame him, no soulmates in this universe only they are, criminology student minho, art student jisung, POV Third Person, chan deserves better and he does indeed get better don't worry, art references please look stuff up, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, best sibling bond ever.

"If you close one eye, you can see what your soulmate sees"

Born with one eye an unnatural golden color, Minho and Jisung have been forced to cover them up with colored lenses in order to blend into society.

The magic to their eyes? Even they still didn't know.

This is the story of how criminology major and dance minor Lee Minho found himself hopelessly in love with the serial killer, local artist Han.

[Alternatively, let's see how long I can make these two dumbasses pine without one of them snapping. Edit: they finally did]

[Also WARNING: a HUGE amount of Jeongchan ahead, it's not subtle at all! So much fluff--]

"As impressed as I am with you, I think the right thing for now would be to take time off. You can probably tell this had been quite a destructive journey for your mental state." Jae commented.

Now back in the office, the two detectives had stood opposite to Minho with Sungjin and Wonpil supervising from the back of the room.

"I found her though! Her case went cold from how long it's been, and I found her under 24 hours! Now you tell me to take a break?" Minho's voice cracked, almost offended by the idea.

"Minho, we never thought you would find her. Nobody planned to show you a second corpse a week into your training, it's too much." Young k insisted.

In the back of his mind Minho knew he had a point, but he couldn't accept that he'd be put to rest. Not like this, not while the prosecution started working on locating Min-ra's killer.

"I'm involved! I can't stay home and do nothing while they work on this, it's my case." Minho pleaded, only to be met with two pairs of sad eyes. Didn't they get it?

"I understand, I do, but you're still young- these are a lot of horrors for someone to go through before their twenty second birthday." Young k reasoned, hand lifting to Minho's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

"You guys... How do you cope with this job, then? How come you hadn't gone crazy?" Minho asked, now despaired. He made his way to the usual chair- a comforting source of routine in the madness that was going on.

"We have. In case you hadn't noticed, we all are a little crazy around here." Sungjin spoke up, hand smoothing out the stress gathered between his eyes. That might have been a good point too, had Minho known what this team had gone through in the past few years.

"You might think we're toughened up, for me I'm fine as long as I keep god in mind- I remind myself of heaven and hell, so death doesn't scare me anymore, but it still stays with me, so I can't sleep so well." Jae revealed, earning a shocked glance from the younger.

"Me too," Confessed Young K, shocking Minho farther. These guys were professionals... did they really not adjust yet?

"I used to be a cop, in my time- a serial killer went on a spree, and I was the one who always found his victims.

Always, on my shift-"

He paused.

"I kept dreaming of them, waking up in cold sweat with red marks from scratching myself in my sleep.

It got into my head that I had to find the killer to put them at rest. I was denied access to the case though, so I did my digging independently without a team. Sungjin scouted me after I found him, and I kept working since."

A long silence followed, broken when the black-haired detective continued. "It didn't help; finding him, I mean. What helped was doing things, investigating, staying occupied. We're a little similar, I think."

Minho didn't know how to respond, so he didn't. Instead, next it was Wonpil who spoke up.

"Me and Dowoon, we hadn't witnessed as much gore as these two, but we get to face a lot in real time. Back when I started, some people scared me so much I couldn't sleep- Just people, looking in their eyes and knowing they wanted to hurt me, knowing they could, might, and that I was responsible for getting it under control.

I didn't get to shoot anyone; I hope I'll never- but Dowoon did. It's the reason he only deals with phone calls now… he's always been too kind for this job, that softie. He never did anything to deserve his emotional baggage."

Minho sagged. Cops as well, then… if he hadn't signed for the internship, he still might have ended up the same way. The thought was jarring, suggesting something Minho never considered when he picked his ideal career path.

"I have too many stories to tell, you'd probably rather not sit through them all.

I do think, as far-fetched as it might sound to you right now, that you have a spot in this team. Minho, let your sunbaes ease you into this- after that, you can prove yourself as much as you'd like." Sungjin summarized.

Minho let his head hang, struggling to accept that they've all felt the same. Then… there was no getting better, was there? As time went on, the burden only got heavier.

"I will, I'll take a break." He surrendered, leading to Wonpil releasing a sigh of relief and opening the door they had closed earlier for privacy. As he did both eavesdroppers toppled over, landing on the floor with a hard thump. Seeing as Chan was the one on the bottom, he had it a bit worse, softening what could have been a rough fall for the younger.

"You two are insufferable." Minho commented, stifling a chuckle. Paying closer care, he couldn't help a sigh at noticing that, despite the embarrassing situation, the first thing Chan managed to refocus on was the intern atop him whining softly from being startled so bad.

The blond groaned, gently checking the other for injuries. What was it now, had he hit his head when he fell? Did he fail to notice everybody's eyes on him? The excuses have been slowly running out one by one.

"I'm heading home." Minho announced, walking around the two laying on the floor and waving on his way out. This had almost distracted him, but… not really.

From that point onward, it was bound to get worse.

"Ryujin? Are You there?"

Minho sat in his car, a light rain shower tapping against all windows as he waited. The month of march has been full of sunshine and clear sky, and so far it seemed april only had those as well- so of course for the weekend of his sister's birthday there had to be a drop of temperature.

Ryujin hummed, sounding bothered. "Oppa, you're calling me now? Last time we talked..." She trailed off. That's right, he should have checked up on her- it was inconsiderate of him, but frankly he didn't know how to broach the topic after telling her the bad news.

"Where are you? Let's talk." He pushed on, intending to apologize in person. That, and make up for all that he should- he's thought up a plan to cheer her up and celebrate her birthday properly.

"Why does it matter? I'm home, it's raining." She replied, voice betraying the fact she was upset, and for a good reason.

"Put on something comfortable and come down, I'm outside." He instructed, a small smile spreading across his face at the sound of her shuffling quickly about her room without hesitation. Five minutes later she was already stuffing her umbrella at the feet of the shotgun's side.

"Oppa!" Ryujin smiled, wrapping her hands around Minho in a hug that said it all; I'm not mad anymore, I missed you, are you okay?

"Put your seatbelt on, we have a reservation to catch." Minho ordered mischievously. That implied he's reserved a table, but to a person who's known him for years growing up, it should be easy enough to tell what he really has in mind. As such Ryujin smiled back, sitting obediently and tacking her belt into place before grabbing his aux from the hatch and playing some music.

When they arrived, the studio was dark. For a platonic date between siblings Minho hadn't bothered to light up candles or scatter flower petals and had instead left the studio as it was. He pulled open the trunk, taking out a short vanilla cake with whipped cream topping that he's bought on the way to Ryujin's.

Covering the cake container with his umbrella, Minho gestured for Ryujin to head in first. She did, stepping into a stairwell that headed up towards the studio he rented. After joining her he struggled with the umbrella and container, trying to pull out the keys he's been given. Eventually he succeeded, making a short happy sound before unlocking the respective door.

Ryujin stepped inside, smiling wide and letting her hands swing about. The sight had been endearing, causing Minho to smile softly. He set down the cake container, placing the cake atop it before laying down himself and crossing his legs. Ryujin sat on the other side, watching him place candles and carefully light them up with a newly purchased lighter he got for the occasion.

"Happy birthday, to my favorite nerd." He congratulated, laughing at her content smile.

"I missed you. I didn't think you would come, but you even prepared all of this... What about college?" Ryujin Interrogated.

"Make a wish first, the wax is melting." Minho avoided neatly. They can talk for a while afterwards.

Ryujin took in a breath, blowing out the candles decisively. "Not telling." She announced before he could ask the usual question.

Minho chuckled, messing his little sister's hair only a little while considering if it'd be too much to sing her happy birthday. Deciding against it, he took out a knife from the container, realizing he forgot napkins. Whatever, it's no mousse. He passed her the knife, watching her cut out a slice and crumble it quite messily as she ate.

"Ryuddaeng," Minho started, tone straightening out. "How have you been?"

Ryujin's smile faded, swallowing what was left of her slice before responding. "I don't know what to say. Everything feels frustratingly normal."

Minho felt relief wash over him at that. "You're sleeping alright? Eating too? How about any birthday plans with friends?"

Ryujin moved her hair behind her ear, uncrossing and then crossing over her legs. "I'm okay, I did cancel my plans with the girls though, it felt disrespectful."

Minho sighed, rolling a shoulder. "You know it had nothing to do with you, the estimated time of death is the last day she was seen, over a month ago."

Ryujin averted her gaze uncomfortably, picking her nails before forcibly setting them behind her. "I didn't know, I don't know anything about what happened, I didn't think you'd know either."

Minho raised a hand to his face, realizing he kept Ryujin in the dark to an unfair extent. "I've been looking, like you asked. I was the one who discovered her, so the police offered me an internship and shared their findings."

Ryujin straightened, interest piqued. "You intern at the police now? Is that okay? Wait, you found her? Yourself, you mean… god."

Minho nodded.

"You're not joking right?" Ryujin asked again, shocked expression turning sad.

"I'm serious. I came to check out a field she drew for her Instagram, right outside seoul. I don't know what I was expecting, I don't think I was ready to actually get somewhere searching for her." Minho added, trying to keep his composure as memories came flooding back. Ryujin rushed over, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He guessed she wasn't expecting it, either.

"After results came in, they ruled it a suicide; she shot herself." He ended, hoping to wrap up the story so that they could lighten up a little. He was startled to feel tears drip down on his neck, figuring he's caused the opposite of his intentions. What for? Chelle was never worth his little sister's tears, she just wasn't.

"That must've been so scary." Ryujin mumbled, and Minho was hit with the realization she was crying for him, rather than her late ex-girlfriend. That made things both better and worse, leaving him lost on how to comfort her.

"Ryujin, I'm fine. I got talked through it by the police team, they calmed me down and fixed me up, I'm as good as new." He promised, petting her hair awkwardly. In truth he wasn't, and they didn't, but she didn't have to know that.

He didn't tell her about Min-ra.

Pointedly didn't about Chelle's cheating, either.

After Ryujin calmed down a little, a small smile showing with lot of effort from Minho's side, the two ate a few more cake slices and stood up. Minho swiped the crumbs to the nearest trash can and plugged his phone to the studio's aux cord, playing a steady beat. "Remember this?"

Ryujin smiled, dancing lightly to show that she does. "Come on! it's a good occasion, let's clear the air." Minho commented, raising the volume and dancing a little on his own, smiling through the mirror at his sister, perfectly coordinated with himself.

Since young both had loved this pastime more than any other hobby, helping them bond and providing good stress relief. When they were dancing, it was as if everything went away: their dad, school, occasional homophobia, bad days and broken hearts. Here they were, pretending to be Chanhyuk and Suhyun, dancing to how people move.

"You're taking it easy on me! I hadn't rusted yet." Ryujin complained as the song came to a stop.

"What are you feeling?" Minho asked, grin spreading across his face. Now they're talking.

"I still have my playlist for these, let's start with Taeyong and Ten." Ryujin suggested, already on her way to fix them up on Min's phone.

"Steamy." He commented with a chuckle, swiftly followed by an "Only if we do good-bye baby too."

Ryujin rolled her eyes. "You're so embarrassing."

"We can try cover hard carry after." He offered.

"Taemin's Move, too! You told me last time you figured out how to do the part we were stuck on, I want to see." She turned, eyes challenging him silently.

"Deal." He assured, recalling his practice with Dahyun of the girl's class, a same age friend who had offered to teach him. At that Ryujin smiled, rushing up to his side for the start of next song.

"Jisung! You scared the life out of me!" Seungmin whined, making annoyed motions towards his stubborn roommate who's been up all night as per usual.

"I'm almost done, give me a minute." Jisung assured, knowing that was an obvious lie. This time he hadn't been drawing in the living room or kitchen, but had instead set up his stand in the bathroom, hence scaring sleepy Seungmin on his nightly pee break.

"No, Jisung, you need to go. I need to pee really bad." He insisted, and had he been anything other than upset the crudeness of his own speech would have made him blush. Frustrated Jisung stepped out, carrying his canvas with him.

"I hate anatomy, why do I do this to myself?" He asked aloud, only to be answered grumpily with a "because you religiously draw every single one of your fever dreams, you weirdo." From across-the-door Seungmin. He had a point, too.

Today's painting had been only a sketch for now, something that's been on his mind since an insect of some sort came crashing into his eye at random. The vision of people dancing, beautifully so. Really, he could have been more focused on the vision if he wasn't panicking and batting the thing away, but the thought was enough. He knew for sure his professor would appreciate it as well, since the work of Edgar Degas was included in their future study course.

It was around a week ago that the same professor picked an interest in Jisung's art and asked him if he'd like to have them presented in a proper show, which was the dream of every art student ever.

Of course he agreed, but since then his anxiety kept growing. He knew he was good, he loved his own art dearly, but he wouldn't know what to do if others did not.

Rather than letting it eat him up, he decided to push forward with all his might, doing his absolute best for every new piece he wanted to enter.

So far, he had drawn almost seven out of ten pieces for the show: A tall grass field, a city view through a window, an iced coffee cup, a drawing of a park and a drawing of a cat- although that one might not be good enough to show. After that came a short block, and then he drew the club scene, and then today he started on the dancers. As for the showering man, he considered it shortly, only to decide it felt way too intimate to showcase.

Jisung hadn't considered himself a landscape artist, but by what he's been inspired to paint lately, that might have been the direction his mind wanted to go.

More than that, Jisung always drew mundane small things that made life unique in his eyes, and although he couldn't find himself excited at his own cups of coffee without context, there was something about those moments specifically that made him feel like they were meant to be cherished.

"Okay, I'm done. You can have the mirror back now." Seungmin informed, having caught on to the reason Jisung has been drawing in the restroom to begin with.

"Sleep well Seungmin-ah" Jisung wished affectionately, quietly cooing at his sleepy roommate as he made his way back to bed and flopped down.

Although Jisung was the night owl, Seungmin often had stress keep him up, then the next day he'd be extra exhausted and ready for sleep. Today seemed to be one of those days, judging by his friend's unmoving figure so soon after collapsing in bed.

He couldn't help but admire him. The two have been sharing a room for give or take a year of college, and have known each other since high school by chance. Seungmin was taking up animal science as major, claiming he was attracted to the idea of a straightforwardly good profession such as veterinary medicine. Not only that, but he also minored in photography, making him stand out from the other nerds in Jisung's eyes.

While the two came in contrast with each other in many ways such as; how neat they were, their favorite subjects, favorite creative outlets, how they got down to studying and the way they dealt with stress, they both found enough in common to bond over easily.

They both liked the same music, found the same things pretty or gross, both liked to capture and preserve chosen memories in their own way, and most importantly they were both caring and tended to each other's needs. The result was, expectedly, a strong friendship that grew almost immediately after moving in.

Focusing back on his work, Jisung's mind wondered with some three AM thoughts. How much different will their lives turn out? A vet and an artist, in college they may live together well, but years will tell of the gap between the two.

Life had a way of doing that, tying different people together naturally or forcibly. How many chances will he get to befriend someone like Seungmin? And just how many unlikely things like it are left for him to experience?

Although he believed himself to be highly likable, Jisung didn't have many friends in college, only Seungmin and Changbin from his minor. It's been different in high school, but in college being an introvert really took its toll, isolating Jisung until he felt too late to join the already formed friend groups all around him. That's fine, he assured himself- his art, what mattered most to him, at least he still had that. When he was drawing, he never seemed to get lonely.

Closing his eyes, he recalled again the dancers; a boy and a girl. Should he attempt a new concept? If the boy was the moon, the girl was a star. Their poses suggested they were close friends rather than coworkers, and Jisung wondered if boosting their contrasts would add or take from that fact.

For some reason, his instinct told him to shine more light on the boy, and he only half frowned when he realized he's been putting so much more effort into him rather than splitting it equally. Alright, he reasoned. Let's not do that, brain.

He sighed quietly, looking to where his finished pieces were laying against the wall in a stack. Should he pay a visit to the dance majors in his college? The thought made him anxious. No, he'd rather stay inside- he could look up references if he wanted. Lightly slapping his cheeks, he turned back and continued his work in silence.

Minho spun, goofing around rather than practicing a specific choreo. At the corner of his eye he could see Hyunjin doing something similar, half clinging to Felix at the other's laughter.

"Hyung!" Felix called him over, worry ghosting over his face for a moment as if he noticed something was off. Minho smiled uneasily, walking over to the two. What was it?

"Did you sleep well? You seem tired, you have bags under your eyes." Felix questioned, cupping Minho's face with both hands. Minho pursed his lips, causing Felix to let him go with an eyeroll.

"I'm fine, I just have a lot of work. I'm jealous sometimes- I wish I majored in dancing, then at least I'd be stressed about something I like."

Hyunjin made a face, almost offended that Minho made their lives sound like a dream when in truth the two dance majors were working long and hard hours just as he did. "Change your major then." He challenged.

"I can't do that." Minho sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear to him that his mother would fund whatever he set out to do, but he never felt comfortable relying on her, they didn't know each other well enough- a strange thing to say about one's mother. No, he decided years ago already, he wants to make a living for himself without her support.

"I got an internship too." Minho added, using his bragging rights for once after refusing to do so in front of Ryujin.

"You did? Where?" Hyunjin asked, offense long forgotten or at least bottled down to where it won't bother him. If Minho got something cool going for himself, then what's there not to support?

"In the district nine police station, I'm working with the detectives there." Minho dropped the information as if it wasn't a big deal. He knew it was, but after the things he's been through it seemed more like a curse than a blessing- not that they needed to know that.

"Oh right!" Felix called, tone raising with a smile spread across his face. "Chan-hyung told me you were working with him! You two are interns then? I thought he was doing volunteer work." Minho paused, reminding himself that Felix and Chan did in fact know each other quite well.

"He's volunteering at the emergency call center; I intern with the investigator team. It's a bit different, but we do work in the same office block." He explained, noting with slight fright the ray of sparks flying from both his friends' eyes.

"That's so cool! It's like you're a movie star!" Hyunjin hyped, the other nodding furiously.

Minho reached to rub his neck, pulling the hat of his hoodie over his head to relieve his fluster. "I'm still new, I don't know anything." He lied, wishing he could be praised for something good like his hair, his face or his dancing… not like this.

"We can say we danced with a detective like Sherlock Holmes." Felix added, clinging onto Hyunjin's shoulder with the other instinctively reciprocating the affection. Obviously he was blowing things out of proportion, but they both tended to be overly supportive of Minho in everything he did.

Minho hummed, hoping they'd cool off after a moment.

The dance instructor entered, giving them a once over before calling for the rest of the class members' attention.

As embarrassing as it was, Minho Felix and Hyunjin were all sophomores despite their age gap due to the fact Minho spent a little over a year working and saving money to fund himself, while the two of them enrolled immediately after high school.

Normally he shouldn't have been allowed in the majors' class at all, but it was the minor's squad instructor's call at the time to up his studies, which led to his current instructor always keeping an eye out for every flaw and mistake that could justify kicking him out.

Unfortunately for him, Minho's spot was well deserved.

Calling him out for demonstration, the instructor asked him to dance what their class had practiced last time, which was four days earlier. Relying on his fogged-up memory from before the Min-ra incident, he still managed to execute it perfectly, mentally patting his own shoulder in pride.

"Okay." The instructor went on, not finding any particular flaws to pick on this time around, yet infinitely patient for them to show up sooner or later. "Let's begin."

"Minho-hyung! Are you up for ice cream?" Felix's voice sounded not thirty seconds after the instructor dismissed them. Minho turned, drying his hair with a towel. He had a gap in his class schedule of forty-five minutes, which meant he probably could take the younger up on that offer even after a quick shower.

"Sure. Hyunjin too?" Minho asked, making eye contact with the friend in question.

"Yeah." Hyunjin smiled before making his way to the shower room.

After they were clean, the three headed to an old ice cream place that had survived impressively in that spot for at least ten years. Ordering three cones of a combination they all love; strawberry vanilla, they left the place with a feeling of satisfaction at treating themselves for a change. For Minho especially, a treat was a good call during the week he was supposed to recover in.

He only managed five or so well-earned licks though, before he felt an itch at his right eye. He groaned, signaling the others to halt in their walk for him to rub the dirt out real quick.

Art, multiple pieces spread across the floor. One of the field, another of the club- a third one of a park, an iced coffee and a city view that seemed eerily familiar. Minho froze, unmoving. The common interest was clear: they were all signed HAN.

The sound of Felix and Hyunjin screaming in unison brought Minho back to reality, lowering his hand and realizing to his misery that he dropped his cone of ice cream. Felix passed his cone to Hyunjin before wrapping his hands around Minho and patting his back gently, an attempt to comfort his friend over the loss of vanilla-strawberry ice cream rip. Minho could swear he was crying a little, too.

"Felix, Felix I'm fine." Minho attempted, glancing over to where Hyunjin was standing, eyes teary and sniffing heavily. Oh for fuck's sake.

"It's just ice cream! I can go get a new one." He added, although he had no such intention.

"But you're broke." Felix sniffed, tightening his hold. Minho's lower lip trembled. That's true, he is broke.

"It's okay, don't worry, I don't need it. I'm good." He lied.

"You can have mine." Hyunjin offered, wiping his eyes awkwardly on his forearm since he was still carrying both cones.

"Really?" Minho asked, touched. That meant a lot, coming from Hyunjin. All three of them needed this treat after feeling so stressed for a long time…

"I'll remember this." Minho promised, Felix taking his que to let go so he could take Hyunjin up on his offer. Under different circumstances he might have declined, but he had his class on white collar crime in less than fifteen minutes.

Hyunjin took one last lick before longingly passing his ice cream to his friend. "Make sure to hold it well." He requested, giving Felix's cone back to him as well and pulling out his phone to check the time.

"Yongbok, we have to go; theory's at the other building." He informed, pulling Felix to him before pushing him towards the right direction.

"Bye hyung!" he called, Felix waving with considerably less enthusiasm at the prospect of dance theory.

Walking toward his lecture hall, Minho entertained the thought that maybe his hallucination was an attempt made by his subconsciousness to divert his attention towards anything of actual importance. Following the thought, he decided a small checkup wouldn't hurt. Sure, there were plenty of Hans, it was a common surname- but maybe if he searched for Han artists in his area, he could narrow it down to a list. Why artists? Regrettably, only for the sake of the context the name was brought in.

Looking up the name on google under his table with one hand, Minho made use of his ambidextrousness to write down the list of Han artists from district nine. After farther thought, he expanded the search to include Hans in his living area around the college and from around Min-Ra's home. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to include all of seoul.

Narrowing it down to two artists, Minho found that neither of them drew in the style he saw. Was he overdoing it? And just what was he searching for, anyway?

Annoyed, Minho typed down "art signed HAN, seoul", and hit a tumblr account for first result. That couldn't be a reliable source, and yet he entered in search of anything useful.

The url read hansquirrelart, which was only somewhat promising. Reading the description, Minho could tell why google directed him there.

"Han Jisung, 00', seoul." He read, assuming this couldn't be the guy he's looking for, since the world of a nineteen or twenty-year-old squirrel aesthetic art blogger wouldn't seem to have any overlap with Minho's. However, since Minho himself had no idea of what he was expecting from his search, he scrolled down a bit to see the content. After a few memes, a first art piece showed, marked big and red with "WIP".

Minho's blood froze, recognizing the style of the drawing. The caption read "Peek of my recent classwork, might not finish. Not very into this one." And the end was signed clearly with HAN, the same way the works he hallucinated were.

Now driven, Minho followed links from the tumblr to a similar twitter and Instagram that wasn't private, all under the same name. "Guess what?? Ya boy got a spot in an art show this saturday!! Come see me, everyone's invited :D" read a recent post. Minho jotted down the details before moving to the Instagram, breath hitching as he saw a picture of a guy with his face crossed out by a filter. Despite everything, he seemed oddly compelling.

"Mind sharing these notes with the class?" Called the professor, upset at the sight of Minho furiously writing what seemed to be minor details while others listened.

"Ah? No, I'm sorry." Minho apologized, quickly turning off his phone and throwing it in his bag with the resolution to continue later. For now he should focus on passing his classes.

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A/N: There will be a part 2, had to shave this part down because it was too long.

Part 2 Here! --->

* You remember when you’re 7 or 8

* Ben Solo, who’s about 9 or 10, was using the force to lift you in the air

* It’s all innocent really, you were giggling, and he was smiling, you were just playing

* But then you start squirming with laughter, and Ben loses focus and drops you

* You’re totally unconscious, you can vaguely feel Ben holding you in his scrawny arms, your head bumping against his chest as he runs as fast as his legs will carry him

* When was the last time someone held you like this? Perhaps one of your parents? Or maybe a lover?

* Are you going to die again?

* The thought isn’t all that scary to be honest, it’s already happened before

* You remember so many things, your childhood, your friends, graduating, starting your first job, and even how you died

* You wake up with tears in your eyes, there’s a cold hand on your forehead, and another, much warmer, hand wrapped around your own.

* When you wake up you see someone you recognize from your past life, she’s younger than in the movie, but that distinct purple hair is unforgettable

* That’s vice admiral Amilyn Holdo

* You must still be dreaming

* You turn to your right, and feel the hand gripping yours tighten

* It’s, a very young, Ben Solo

* You close your eyes

* Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap

* You’re in f**king Star Wars!! How many times did you dream about this in your past life??

* “Darling, how do you feel?” Admiral Holdo, your mother, asks.

* You feel Ben squeeze your hand, before anything you’ve got to get your story straight

* “Mommy, I’m thirsty”

* That’s what a 6 year old would say right?

* Apparently it’s unusual, because Holdo stares at you as if you’ve grown another head, and then breaks out into a grin

* That’s right, you’re not really her daughter, she just adopted you

* You’re just a minor character, a casualty in the second movie, among the bombers

* “I’ll go get you some water” her hand caresses your cheek “Ben will you watch her for a bit?” She asks with a glowing smile

* Well it’s alright you think, that expression was nice

* You move to sit up in your bed, and Ben rushes by your side

* “You shouldn’t get up yet, you hurt your head.”

* “I’m okay” You tell him, resting against the many pillows lined against your headboard

* “Did you tell her how I got hurt?” You ask, and Ben shakes his head

* “I told her you fell” That’s alright, you think

* Your goal now is to survive as long as possible. Besides this whole trouble starts when Ben gets sent to Luke to train to become a Jedi. All you have to do is stop that

* “But don’t worry! I’m going to tell her the truth!” You look over to Ben, your sweet friend Ben, who’s eyes are glittering. Filled to the brim with honesty and justice.

* It’s a little hard to believe this is the same Ben who become Kylo Ren and kills without hesitation

* Then a horrible thought creeps into your head, is this how Leia and Luke find out Ben is force sensitive?

* It would make sense, being isolated from such a young age would make him more susceptible. And an accident like this is impossible to ignore

* Leia has already probably realized her son is force sensitive, but she probably doesn’t realize the extent of his talent yet

* Is this the catalyst that starts it all?

* “No!” The word come out in a shout, your hands clutching his arm

* You’re desperate. Not just for your survival, but for his too.

* Because this is your kind friend Ben, you don’t want to see him hurt

* He looks at you with wide eyes, taking in your pleading face, the desperate grip of your hands

* “Don’t tell them it was because of the force.” You plead, and despite himself, Ben agrees

* It goes against his nature to lie like this, but something about the look on your face, convinces him to

* You tell Holdo and Leia that you fell while climbing a tree, and that Ben saved you

* It’s half true at least

* You both get an earful, you for being dumb enough to climb a tree, and Ben for not stopping you

* You stay in bed for a week

* It gives you time to think about your survival plan. Dying on a transporter as you attempt to escape to another planet, is not an option.

* In an ideal world, the best thing to do would be to prevent the war altogether

* To do that you’ll need to prevent Ben from going to the dark side, which means he can’t go to train under Luke Skywalker

* So you decide that Ben has to keep his talent a secret

* “Hey Ben, you’re my best friend right?” You ask,

* Ben’s knee deep in the lake in front of you, as you rest on the dock. His hair is long and unruly, his eyes focused on the water, as it twirls and rises as his fingers command

* “Of course you’re my best friend.”

* “Then you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about how much you can use the force.”

* Ben stills at that, the water falling back into the lake

* “Why?”

* Because I’m scared it’ll kill you

* “Because it’ll be a secret only we share!” You tell him with the most innocent smile you can manage

* Ben’s cheeks flush bright red, he scratches the back of his neck

* “Alright” He mumbles and you smile

* Things are peaceful for a bit

* You grow alongside Ben for years, laughing and playing, they’re peaceful years

* Until you get sloppy

* “It’s fine Ben, just give me a boost.”

* There’s a bunch of fruit left on the tree, but it’s on the upper branches, out of grasp

* You meant give you a boost, in that he would pick you up a bit, or let you stand in his shoulders

* Ben thinks you meant to use the force to lift you a little higher

* You’re startled when he does it, he hasn’t used the force on you since he dropped you

* Well this is fine too, you grab hold of one of the fruits, the blooming red blending into a deep green

* “How do you know which ones good again?” You call out

* “They’re yellow and red when they’re ripe.”

* Your freeze, and you sweat your heart stops beating

* You turn ever so slowly, seeing Leia

* Then seven things happen all at once, a bemused laugh, Ben loses his concentration, you begin to fall with a soft Yelp, in ripe fruit in your hand

* Ben scrambles to catch you below, and you land on top of him with a thump

* “Thanks Ben” you mumble, quickly moving to get off of him, you both look up at his mother from the ground

* “I think we need to talk Ben”

* You get an earful from your Mother, Holdo scolds you for the good part of an hour

* “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

* “I didn’t think it was an important” you shrug

* A lie

* “Why did you let him use the force on you?”

* “I thought It would be fun”

* Another lie

* Your mother sighs, pulling out a first aid kit, and checking your face for any cuts

* “Sometimes, it’s like I don’t even know what you’re thinking.” She mumbles under her breath, but her touch on your cheek is soft

* You sneak out through your window that night, your cloak held tightly around you

* You knock on Ben’s window four times before he opens it

* “What are you doing here?” He asks

* “I came to visit C3PO, learn some proper etiquette ” you bite yourself for being sarcastic when his expression falls slightly “obviously I’m here to see you”

* He grins at that, and your heart flutters inside your chest

* “What’d they say?” His grin dims, until it’s a frown

* “They’re going to send me to my uncle Luke”

* No words come out, this is what you were trying to avoid

* The look on your face must be as horrible as you feel because Ben grabs your hand, almost as if to reassure you

* “It’ll be fine, I still get to come home every once in a while to see my family”

* He thinks you’re scared of being alone

* It wouldn’t be unreasonable, he’s 12 and your 11, you’ve spent your entire lives inseparable

* Ben’s hand is trembling as he holds yours

* He’s scared too, and even so, he’s trying to reassure you

* You can’t help it, you start crying

* Seeing you cry, Ben can’t help the tears that fall from his eyes

* In the morning, Holdo drives herself mad looking for you, only to hear from her commander that you’re safe at her home

* Han is about to get Ben for breakfast he expects to see his son, a little upset, but peacefully sleeping on his bed

* Instead he see’s you both tangled on the floor, your head resting on his arm, using your cloak as a blanket

* “Well isn’t that adorable”

* Han and Leia probably take pictures

* Holdo is mad until she comes over, see’s your fear stained eyes, and how softly you sleep next to the Solo boy

* Her heart melts too

* “Well, print one for me as well” she says, looks like she can’t win when it comes to you

* When you awake you’re met with breakfast, and another scolding

* It feels like all you get are scoldings these days

* Ben has it lucky, you think. Hans is trying not to laugh as he keeps a straight face

* “A-and you shouldn’t have done that, it was very wrong”

* “So I was supposed to let her stay out in the cold?”

* “W-well no, that part was right”

* Ben’s surprisingly sadistic

* All too soon does the day come that it’s time for him to leave, he’s sad that you’re not there to see him off

* “Just a few more minutes, I’m sure she’s running late”

* “Ben, we’ve got to go”

* It’s with a heavy heart, that he picks up his bag, and boards the ship.

* Little does he know, you’re hiding in his very large duffel bag

* You hope he won’t miss all the clothes and underwear you tossed out to make room (for yourself)

#kylo ren imagine #ben solo imagine #star wars imagine #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #ben solo x you #han solo #han x leia #superhero--imagines

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Find Someone to Carry You

Chapter 37

………Qinghe………

When Lan Zhan and Nie Huaisang entered the Conversation Room Lan Xichen, and Masters Xiao and Song were already there. Xue Yang was already kneeling in the center. An Iron ring had been attached around his neck, which was chained to post in the center of the room. His…remaining arm… was shackled to the pole from behind, as well as his ankles, forcing him into the kneeling position. He laughed when they walked in.

“Well if it isn’t the two LEAST intimidating people they could have POSSIBLY sent.” Xue Yang laughed. “It’s a shame Chifeng-Zun had to die. He would have been MUCH better at this. Instead I’m stuck with the pathetic little brother who is so inept it’s a miracle his Sect hasn’t fallen to pieces yet.”

Nie Huaisang didn’t rise to the bait. Instead he sat down at the table and started to serve the tea.

“And you brought a LAN with you, and not just any Lan, the one who is SO famous for following the rules that he had to go hide himself away after he broke them himself. Am I supposed to believe that the two of YOU are going to come up with anything more interesting than what I’ve been subjected to before?”

Lan Zhan joined Nie Huaisang at the table. Apparently Xue Yang had already finished insulting the others in the room, because he was ignoring them.

“You know, it would just be better if we came to some sort of deal. Jin Guangshan was very open to a partnership, rather than trying to use force. He was interested in demonic cultivation, and I happen to have some experience with it. Also, he needed someone to help break his bastard boy and the Yiling Patriarch himself. Something that I was MORE than happy to help him with.”

Xue Yang had a grin plastered on his face. He laughed again, as if he had said something amusing. “I’ve been so BORED since his other bastard sent me to guard his boyfriend’s body. I wonder if you’d let me play with one of my pets again.”

Nie Huaisang clinked his teacup when Xue Yang had said “boyfriend”. He finally looked over at Xue Yang. Lan Zhan shot a look at his brother, who looked shocked.

“Oh I see, you didn’t know did you?” Xue Yang laughed again. “That Jin bastard was SO upset that daddy made him kill his lover. He came to me BEGGING to get out of Wei Ying how he managed to bring back the Ghost General.” Xue Yang laughed manically. “It’s just too bad that I had already broken him at that point, so he was useless.”

It was Lan Zhan’s turn to fumble his teacup.

“Have you tried him out yet? He has the most intoxicating screams. And he used to beg me so prettily to cane his balls. It was a shame that he never called out my name though, it was always his Lan Zhan that he screamed for when he climaxed.”

“So, you are working for Jin Guangyao?“ Nie Huaisang finally asked a question.

Xue Yang laughed again. “I work for no one but myself. I saw an opportunity to leave the confines of Koi Tower, so I took it. And, if I may be frank, I’ve been having WAY more fun toying with everyone’s plans. Who do you think it was who planted your brother’s arm in Mo Manor? Who do you think it was who convinced Little Master Mo to attempt the Sacrifice Summon? Do you think that I just LET you find me in Yi City? I was bored, and wanted to see my pets again.”

Xue Yang shuffled forward a bit, with an earnest look on his face. “If you don’t want to share the pretty screaming Wei Ying, maybe you’ll let me have the tight virgin boy? He clenched down SO TIGHT when I-“

Lan Zhan’s teacup shattered because of how hard he was gripping it. Xichen placed a steadying hand on Lan Zhan’s shoulder.

“…so is that a no?” Xue Yang asked with a knowing grin. “I’ll tell you who has the Yin Iron shard…if you let me have a round with either of my pets.” He bargained. “Or…let me watch as YOU have a round…”

Lan Zhan was concentrating on his breathing. He was trying not to give into the rage that was burning through his meridians. He KNEW Xue Yang was trying to get him to snap, trying to get him to lose control. He needed to be in control.

“Would you like me to tell you how to get Wei Ying to submit? He can be a wild one, but by the time I was done with him, he was docile enough to be put on display in the main chamber at Koi Tower.”

How DARE you

I know how easy it is to drop Wei Ying into subspace

I don’t need YOU to tell me this about my husband

Lan Xichen laid a hand on Lan Zhan’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, reminding him to hold onto his control. “If you’re done saying anything interesting, we shall begin.” Lan Zhan spoke, and his voice was surprisingly calm and detached.

Masters Xiao and Song, as well as Lan Xichen, took that as their invitation to leave. So they did.

******************Graphic torture incoming******************

“Strip him and bind him on his back on the table.” Nie Huaisang ordered the guards.

“Ooooo, so DEMANDING.” Xue Yang mocked as he was being manhandled. “Be careful or I may get turned on.”

“Who took the Yin Iron Shard from you at Yi City?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“Oh no, I gave you my terms SECT LEADER. I’m not-“ Xue Yang was cut off by a guard pulling a dark cloth down over his mouth and nose. A second guard tipped a bucket of water, letting a small stream spill out onto the cloth. They counted for 5 seconds, then stopped pouring water and lifted the cloth. They let Xue Yang breathe for 5 seconds, then repeated the process.

Xue Yang thrashed in his bindings and made horrible choking noises, but he held up through multiple cycles, refusing to answer Nie Huaisang’s question.

A guard entered the room and bowed. “The blacksmith is ready.”

Lan Zhan motioned to the guards to stop the waterboarding. He walked over to the table and slapped a teleportation talisman on Xue Yang. The entire table vanished.

They met Xue Yang over at the blacksmith, still bound to the table, screaming at the blacksmith petulantly. The blacksmith had speared an iron ring through Xue Yang’s shoulder, the one that had the arm severed, and was now pounding the hot metal closed, to complete the ring. Every time his hammer hit, Xue Yang cried out and cursed at the blacksmith.

“You should consider being nicer to him. He handles sharp, hot metal all day.” Lan Zhan scolded.

When the blacksmith finished, and doused the metal and shoulder in quenching liquid, Xue Yang let out a long, high pitched scream. “FUCK! Fine, it’s Su She. Su She has the fucking Yin Iron Shard.”

Lan Zhan bent over Xue Yang’s face. “Now, what that so hard?” He mocked before slapping another teleportation talisman on him, sending him and the table BACK to the Conversation Room.

“Hold him up on his knees.” Lan Zhan ordered as he went over to the instrument wall. He picked out the “humbler”, as was described in the texts. It was a long piece of wood, about one and a half feet long. It curved to fit snuggly against butt cheeks, and the center had a three inch long by half inch slit in it. The wood was actually two pieces, with bolts on either end to tighten the two pieces together.

Lan Zhan walked back over to the table. He reached between Xue Yang’s legs and pulled his balls back between them. Nie Huaisang suddenly appeared next to him. “Let me help.” He separated the pieces of wood, place one on either side of the stretched skin of Xue Yang’s ball sac. He then tightened down on the bolts, trapping the balls, exposed, and resting just below Xue Yang’s ass.

Lan Zhan had the guards bend Xue Yang down, so his chest was pressed to the table and his ass was in the air. He bound Xue Yang’s remaining wrist to his ankle. He then ran a rope through the newly installed ring at Xue Yang’s shoulder and tied that to the other ankle.

“Fuck, I didn’t realize how DIRTY Lan Disciples really are!” Xue Yang tried to deflect from the seriousness of the situation as Lan Zhan used more rope to secure Xue Yang to the table.

Now, with Xue Yang’s balls and ass sticking up in the air and exposed,. Lan Zhan was ready to administer the first punishment.

“How many…sessions…did you take to break Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asked with no emotion, as if he weren’t curious either way about the answer.

“Is the Honorable Hanguang-Jun interested in being my apprentice? Does this get you all hot and bothered?” Xue Yang mocked.

“You’d better just give him a number. It’s going to be a LONG night if you don’t.” Nie Huaisang warned.

“Oh! What’s the little discipline Lan going to do? Cloud Recesses doesn’t have anything more exciting than a discipline whip.” Xue Yang laughed.

“How many sessions did you take to break Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan repeated his question.

“Do you want when he first begged me to cane him in the balls, or when he finally was eager to do everything he was told in the Main Hall of Koi Tower?” Xue Yang asked, sounding serious. “Because there are different levels of breaking a person.”

Lan Zhan took a couple deep breaths to steady himself. “Both”.

“Well, if you want to get technical, he finally broke and begged to climax after about 200 days without release. Then I think it was somewhere around 3 years in that he finally begged me to cane his balls without being prompted. And it only took about 2 years after that to get him fully trained for his position in the Main Hall.” Xue Yang bragged as if he was describing training a horse.

“Do your worst Han-gu-ang-Jun.” Xue Yang mocked.

Lan Zhan walked back over to the wall. He saw a whip, that looked horse tail in length, with long leather strips instead of hair. He chose it and went back to the table.

“You will count, or I will start again. Will not finish until you reach 200. For the number of sessions to make Wei Ying beg for relief.” Lan Zhan ordered. He then drew the whip back and struck Xue Yang’s exposed ass.

Nie Huaisang sat back at the table and sipped at his tea as Lan Zhan mercilessly whipped Xue Yang. He was still putting up a brave face at stroke number 50. At stroke 100 he was starting to show beads of sweat on his face. At stroke 150 his breath was hitching with every stroke. By the time they reached 200, he was showing signs of pain on his face.

Lan Zhan walked back over to the wall. He picked up a whip that looked similar, except this one had braided leather with knots tied along the length in various places, instead of straight lengths of leather.

“You will count. Will not stop until you reach 1,095. For how long it took to make Wei Ying beg for his own torture.” Lan Zhan said. Then he began to strike Xue Yang’s already abused backside with the new whip. This time Xue Yang was crying out with every strike, and rocking forward with the heavy blows. Every once in a while, one of the leather strips must have hit his exposed balls, because he would let out a shriek, and his body would seize up. By the 500th strike, Xue Yang was sobbing into the table.

Once they had reached 1,095, Lan Zhan went to join Nie Huaisang at the table, for some tea. They watched Xue Yang sob on the table as they finished their cups, not really having anything they wanted to discuss. Once Lan Zhan was finished, and Xue Yang had calmed down, he walked back over to the table, and drew out a talisman, stopping Xue Yang from losing consciousness. He then went back over to the instrument wall.

This time he picked out a thin, bamboo cane, maybe a quarter inch in diameter. He tested out the feeling in the air a few times, swooshing it back and forth. Getting the snap of his wrist just right. He then walked back over to Xue Yang.

“You will count. Will not stop until you reach 1,825. For how long it took for Wei Ying to give up hope.” Lan Zhan said, again with no emotion. He laid the cane across Xue Yang’s trapped and exposed balls. He then drew back and snapped the cane against the exposed balls.

Xue Yang screamed. Lan Zhan waited until he was sobbing into the table, then hit him again. This time the scream was louder.

“A scream is not a number.” Lan Zhan said calmly.

Xue Yang gasped and sobbed and tried to bring himself back under control. “O-one.” He cried into the table.

“Mn” Lan Zhan continued.

#mdzs fic #the untamed #xue yang is gonna get it #graphic torture #dark lan zhan

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Home- Chapter 4 (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x F!Oc)

Words: 2,957

Warnings: None

Chapter 3

All enemy ships flee leaving destruction in their wake.

"They took her, you saw that?" Finn says coming to our side.

A new ship lands near us. We all go to her. The exit ramp opens and several Resistance soldiers leave to verify the perimeter.

My heart jumps when I see a woman leave the same vehicle.

"Oh, oh-“ My instinct is to hide behind the Wookie. I’m surprised that Han is still in place, the couple recognizes each other.

“Goodness! Han Solo, I'm C-3PO,” Says the golden droid when he sees Han.“You may not recognize me by the red arm”

Maybe the most annoying droid of all. Sure, just interrupt a moment between them. After a moment he notices and leaves with BB-8.

"You changed your hair,” Idiot, that's what he is. I peek through Chewie's hairy arm.

"Same jacket," she replies, making me smile.

"No, it's new,” In that Chewie approaches the woman.

"Nowait- Chewie,” I whispered, but it's too late, he's already hugging her. I stay in my place waiting for a miracle. If I don't move, she may not see me.

"I saw him,” continues Han, "Leia, I saw your son, he was here"

She nods and doesn’t waste time, orders everyone to return to the ships and go to the Resistance base... totally ignoring my presence.

That's good right? It was what I wanted.

So why did it hurt?

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Upon arriving at the base, all the memories of the first time I was in such a place return. All running, fixing their ships, shouting orders.

I follow the group and we all enter the strategy area, Chewie leaves to have his wound checked, Han follows Leia and the others always have something to do. And once again I... don’t.

I feel a knot in my stomach, everything is the same. The new, lost girl who doesn't know what to do among so many adults. I'm not a pilot, I don't have a position in command, I don't know anyone. I only get in the way.

My hands sweat and I move away a little from the command control where Leia argues with other people. I lean on a pillar and watch her.

Her brown and gray hair is collected in an elaborate hairstyle, some wrinkles and expression lines are most noticeable. When was the last time I saw her?

"General Organa,” Says a man coming to the panel with Finn behind him. “He’s Finn. He needs to talk to you ”

"And I need to talk to him," She replies. "That was incredibly brave, what you did.”

Bla blabla. I decide to get away from all that, I walk until I get to the part where there are many boxes and I sit on one of them. I play with my hands nervously.

How the hell did we get to this? A few hours ago we were about to deliver some monsters, then we found the falcon with two guys and a droid, then Han wants to replace me and now I'm back on a resistance base. And to top it all... I'm sure Kylo is seeing in Rey's memories and he’ll see me in them.

Anonymity is over, he will haunt me, destroy everything in his path and finish what it started when we were young.

"That's when I lost them both" I hear Leia approach. I hide among the boxes and just peek a little to realize that she is talking to Han.

“We both had to deal with that in our own way. I returned to the only thing I’m good at.”

"We both did it,” She says, "And you took a new crewman"

I hide more.

“We lost our son. Forever.”

"Do not. It was Snoke. He made our son go to the dark side,” How innocent she can be. "But we can still save him," I don't believe it. “You, me and Kiara”

My breath gets stuck and I leave my hiding place

"Wow, stop there,” They both turn to watch me, "How can you say that? Save him? You’re crazy” Some soldiers stop and watch us, surprised at my words towards their general. And now I regret it, my nerves return.

"I missed you too, Kiara," She says sweetly.

"Stop. Stop doing that.”

"What are you talking about?"

"Kiara, don't talk to her like that," Han adds behind her, I roll my eyes.

“Oh, now are you going to scold me? A few hours ago you wanted to replace me,” I remind him and he huffs.

“What- You what?" Leia reproaches Han, he’s now nervous.

"No, I wasn't going to do it, it's not what you think-“ Leia sighs. I cross my arms over my chest.

“Very well, you two need to talk, but first. You-” She points to me and I look at her scared, “Come with me”

She takes my arm and takes me to a secluded place.

"What was all that, young lady?"

"What are you talking about? The fact that I came back? That I yell at you Or that Han is going to leave me on the first uninhabited planet?”

“Leave the teenager act, I remind you that you’re no longer one. You’re a woman, act like it.”

"That's not funny," I grimace. I walk from one place to another, if I don't do it, I may go into crisis.

She laughs, "I never said it was"

Her laugh manages to calm me a little and I stop walking. She watches me.

"You have become a beautiful woman, Kiara" She approaches a little and caress my cheek. "Why are you afraid of me?"

I look at her in surprise, she laughs and puts her hand away.

“I know you very well. Besides, I saw you hiding behind Chewie”

My technique failed.

"I thought you would be angry to see me," I say in a whisper.

"Why would I be?" I bite my lip.

"Because I chose Han instead of you…”

“My girl, I’m not upset. You made a decision. I must admit that it was painful to see you leave the falcon without saying goodbye. But I knew you would be safe with him.”

"Sorry," I say in a fragile voice. She hugs me and I have to bend down a little to hug her back.

"It's okay. I'm glad to see you,” After a few moments we parted and smiled.

"Bad moment?" Says Han coming to our side.

"Not really, I have things to do." Leia winks and leaves.

"Are you calmer or should I bring Chewie?" I scoff. "Okay, I can explain it-“

“What was all that with Rey? I thought I was your second officer, I thought I was part of your family,” I say, lowering my voice.

"You are," He says quickly. “I offered the job to the girl, I liked her and she knows about ships, I thought it could be useful for us”

"But you were going to give her my place" He puts his hands on his waist.

"I've been thinking about what we talk about... having a home" I look surprised, "With Chewie, we've been seeing planets where you can be safe, the plan was to get you a ship and choose a planet together. I think we have been together for a long time. Don't get me wrong, it's been great having you, but it's time for you to have your life... without me ”

Don’t cry, whatever you do, do not cry. All I do is hit his shoulder, this time not to hard, he complains anyway.

"It would have been better if you had told me first, Solo,” He nods and we both laugh. I hug him and rest my head on his chest. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, but…” I walk away a bit. "I think that's my decision, Han. I have to get my things."

"I could help you.”

"We'll talk later" I frown, "We have more important things now. Like your psycho son”

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A bunch of people is around the panel and now me as well, obviously close to Leia.

I can see the man who entered with Finn.

Frowning, I hear Leia's laugh.

"Don't you recognize him?" I look at her.

"Should I?"

"I can remember you were friends when you were in my care"

No, the only friend I had was…

"It can't be," I say, looking back at the pilot and Leia laughs again. I make my way through the people and come to his side

"Poe Dameron?" He turns to see me.

"Yes?"

"I can’t believe it. Are you a pilot now? That’s what you always wanted!” I say excitedly and he still doesn't recognize me. Finn is by his side.

"They know each other?"

“Yes-"

“No," We say at the same time.

"What? I’m offended, Space boy.” When he hears the nickname, Poe's dark eyes widen and then smiles.

"Kiara?" I laugh when he doesn't hesitate to hug me, for a moment he lifts me up a bit. "I can't believe you're here!"

"I can't believe you're taller than me now!” I say, ruffling his wavy hair. We both laugh.

"It's been years, little Beast," I growl when I hear his not-so-original nickname.

We could not continue as the meeting had begun, Poe's smile is replaced by a serious and professional face, almost making me laugh, he notices and gives me a push, then continues.

Everyone explains the new First Order plan, Finn gives information about the new Death Star and its new weapons to destroy planets. Somehow everyone has something to say and upon receiving news that the new aim of the weapon is this system, everyone is looking for a way to destroy it.

Finn, being a former stormtrooper, knows how to do it. We must destroy an oscillator to destabilize the weapon. But first we must remove the shields, with Finn's help.

“I can deactivate the shields, but I must be there, on the planet”

“We can take you,” Says Han, looking at Chewie.

“How, Han?” Says Leia, worried.

“If I tell you, you wouldn’t like it”

“Then, we deactivate the shields, then we eliminate the oscillator and we burst their big weapon”

“I’ll go too,” I say, catching their attention. Han looks at me and nods with a smile, Chewie roars.

“Let’s go,” Says Poe, and everyone goes to prepare. I catch Poe’s arm.

"We're not done with that conversation, Space boy,” He smiles, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

"Good luck, beast"

Han, Chewie, Finn and I prepare everything for the Falcon.

"You know? No matter how much we fight, I always hate to see you go,” Says Leia, approaching Han.

"That's why I did it," he says, making her laugh. “So you miss me"

"I'm going to throw up," I say as I help Finn load some things to the ship.

They glance at me and laugh.

"Some things don’t change,” Han adds.

"That's true, you still drive me crazy" Leia then looks at me. "You both do,” Han hugs her and I let them have their moment. After they break apart, I approach and hug her too.

"You must come back too, honey, I know you won't like this, but I know you can bring him back," My body tenses.

"All I can do is prevent him from killing me, Leia,” She raises her eyebrows and I huff, "I'll try"

She nods satisfied.

"But I’ll only do it for you, there’s no other reason," She laughs.

"We'll see that," She says, teasing me.

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At the speed of light, the falcon is getting closer and closer to the target and I hope it won’t be destroyed along the way.

"Are we going to land at the speed of light?" Finn asks.

"Kiara, Chewie, get ready"

"This is going to be difficult," I say sitting in the cabin.

"Now!” Han indicates and we reach the snowy planet where the weapon is. With difficulty, Han evades the mountains that are on our way, but no one watched the trees. The born crashes into some until it lands heavily in the snow.

The four of us put on jackets for the icy weather and we go out, we don't waste time, we don't approach the base of the First Order. We arrive and lean on a metal wall, Finn gives us directions.

"What was your job when you were there?" asks Han.

“Sanitation."

"Wait what?" I say between angry and amused. We are following a former cleaning stormtrooper. Sounds like a joke.

Han and Finn argue when they know Finn's true intentions: to recover Rey.

“Solo, we’ll solve it. We’ll use force” And with that I laugh.

"That is not how the Force works.”

"I like this guy…”

Chewie complains and the four of us follow the path. We arrive at a door and Chewie shoots a Stormtrooper on guard.

“The more we are here, the less luck we’ll have. The shields,” Says Han when the door closes behind us.

"I have an idea…”

Finn gains control with a stormtrooper called Phasma and forces her to help us deactivate the shields when we enter a control room.

"Han, if this works, it won't give us time to go for Rey."

“Calm down, Kid. We won’t leave without her”

The whisper returns, distracting me from the plan.

But this time is different.

Kiara

This time I don't try to stop it. We all leave the control room and they decide to go down the halls in search of Rey, but I stop, Han notices.

"Kid, what are you doing?”

"I think you know it,” We share a look.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course not," He nods.

"What's going on?" Finn asks.

“Kiara knows what she’s doing, she must go somewhere else”

"But Rey-“

“You go for her. I have to solve some issues…”

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I have no idea where I'm going, but on the way I get rid of some enemy soldiers and keep running through the halls until I see a whole team of Stormtroopers, they all raise their weapons and I can only point them with my blaster.

“Stop," says a robotic voice. Soldiers obey, standing aside to give way. A tall man with black mask and tunic arrives at the head of his army. "Leave us" orders and they all go their way.

Face to face I meet the person who has hurt me the most.

"Black makes you look thinner,” I joke to hide the imminent terror that runs through my body, I can hear his breathing.

"You should be dead," he says in a modulated voice.

"You should’ve gone to therapy, but none of those things happened.”

“You were with him. Han Solo,” He walks around me, I imitate it. We both walked in a circle to avoid being close.

"And now you feel stupid for not knowing,” I say, he growls. "I know you very well…” We stop moving, “Ben."

"You're wrong. He died that night”

"That's not true, just changed his name to a very stupid one”

"Enough!" He shouts, startling me. “Enough games!”

"Or what?" I feel a lump in my throat, “You'll crush me with thousands of rocks?"

“You think you’re brave. But I can feel your fear, I may not be able to see your mind, but your feelings open before me. As usual. You walked away from the Force, but you can't run from me,” I clench my teeth.

"I can't take you seriously if you wear that ridiculous mask," For a few seconds he does nothing, until his hands go to the mask, he presses some buttons and lifts it out of his head.

My breath is cut when I see it. His long black hair, his face full of freckles, his eyes... those brown eyes that one day drove me crazy, now they are darker.

Everything is full of darkness. We both watched each other for a few moments.

"How is it possible that you are alive?" It's weird to hear it without the machine. His voice is serious. No longer childish.

"If I told you, you wouldn't like it,” My eyes teared up. "Leia thinks I can help you.”

“She’s a fool”

“I also told her that" I laugh sarcastically, "I told her I would try, but I don't think someone so vile and cruel deserves my help" he tenses and pulls out his lightsaber, I step back and raise my blaster.

"I don't need your help, nor anyone else's" He notices the absence of my old weapon and mocks.

"You're still a dumb girl, Kiara,” I shudder at hearing my name.

He raises his saber and I start shooting, he dodges the shots and at some point we’re very close. I throw my gun and take his arm that holds his.

Because of the height, strength and training, he manages to push me easily making me fall. I dodge his attacks and hit his knee causing him to also fall near me. I try to run away, but he takes my arms immobilizing me.

“So weak and silly. Without force you are a nobody…

“So stupid and weak without your dear Snoke and without your mask, you're a nobody" I feel a pressure in my throat.

Kylo uses force to choke me. I search for air, but the pressure doesn't last long and I cough when I'm released. Kylo gets up, seems focused elsewhere, then returns.

"The Supreme Leader wants you alive,” He says, looking at me on the floor.

"How considerate" I groan, getting up with difficulty.

"I'll take you with him" I smile.

"First you'll have to catch me, little Ben.”

#ben solo #kylo ren #star wars fanfic #ben solo x reader #Kylo ren x reader #twoidiots writing #star wars #home

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1-800-channie · 5 years

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Cigarettes & Mint | Chapter 2

→ Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

→ Genre: Very Angst / Fluff / Highschool!Au

→ Warning: Strong language; slight eating disorders; cursing; bullying; smoking;

→ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x Innocent!Reader;

→ Summary: When your ego is bigger than your brain, you don’t mind breaking someone’s heart. As soon as the smell of cigarettes and mint invade your nostrils, your heart starts beating faster and your life starts falling apart. I bet you will end up broken.

→ Playlist for the Chapter:

↳ Concentrate - Demi Lovato ↳ Lies in Dark - Tove Lo ↳ Think about you - G Easy ft Quin ↳ Perfect ten - Red Velvet ↳ Distraction - Jack and Jack

→ Words: +3K

→ N/A: Hiii everyone! So, how was the first chapter? Did you like it? Any theories? Any ships? I just wanna say… This will get intense from now one…Prepare your heart ;)

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[09:20 AM DAY ONE OF THE BET]

You stepped inside the large and airy classroom full with sleepy students with your yellow headphones loudly playing BTS new album “map of Seul: persona”. You gazed around, your eyes barely open due to the sleepless night, and noticed two things: first, the boy that usually sits next to you wasn’t there, he never gets late, because he is a perfectionist nerd with his face covered in acne, he loves classes; the second thing you noticed was how Hyunjin was isolated from his friends. Changbin and Minho were sitting on the back, casually listening to music and flirting with girls, as usual, but the boy with the shiny lip ring was alone some tables ahead of them.

Hendery, your best friend, is in another class, so he can’t be your company. Of course, Hyunin knew it, that’s why he is pretending to be angry at his friends, so he could get closer to you.

The clock is ticking and his ego needs to be fed.

The smoker boy admired every tiny detail of your face as you walked in front of him. Your rosy lips were gently moving, making him deduct that you were whispering the lyrics of the music you are listening. He wondered, what type of music you like? From the calm expression in your face, maybe pop, kpop or RnB. He noticed how your eyeliner was thinner today, accenting your dark eyes on a perfect way. He noticed the new earing you bought, with a small pearl in them. He noticed that your hair was straighter than conventional, falling on your back like a dark waterfall.

What he loved the most about you was your perfume. Everywhere you walked in the fragrance would leave an enjoyable smell behind, making it pretty easy to identify your presence, it smelled like roses, cliché but fresh and pure.

By the time he was admiring your pale neck, that had a sparkling necklace resting on your skin smoothly, you caught him. Your eyes locked with his for a mere second, the time stopped at it was only you and him, his lovely eyes stared at yours intensively. The surprised look of your face made him laugh, but you didn’t witness it because you were too busy hiding your red cheeks.

The old female teacher walked inside the classroom, her expensive red high heels hitting the floor and making the sound echo inside the classroom and immediately everyone shut up and sat on his respective seat.

“Good morning class lets finish analyzing the poem we started yesterday.” Her calm voice was barely audible, and you did exactly what she told you to, excited to finish the love poem.

Your Korean book was full with colorful notes and reminders, everything that seems important, you write down, it’s way easier to make notes to study later. As you opened your pencil case, looking for your blue pen, your name was mentioned, you lifted your curious gaze from your pen to the teacher:

“Miss. Lee, i can’t see properly from here, can I sit next to Kim Sun?” A gentle voice asked politely, you turned your head back, and as soon as your eyes met his you felt your whole body get hot again, embarrassment taking advantage of your heart and mind.

“Yes dear, go ahead.” She answered back not caring at all, turning her back to the class as she started to write on the whiteboard the metaphors present on the romantic poetry.

Hyunjin’s tall frame sat next to you composedly, he leaned back on the chair and opened his legs in a manly way. Too afraid to talk or touch him, you pushed your chair just a little more far away from him, your whole body in tension, you were afraid that if you tried to talk, nothing would come out due to the knot forming in your throat.

“Hi.” Hyunjin greeted you with a warm smile. Jesus, help this poor girl, you may faint right there.

You are Kim Sun, the best student in the class, you have a smart mouth and hate to be shushed, but the moment this sinful man sat next to you, you lost your voice, just like Ariel when she sold her voice to the ocean’s witch.

He laughed at your freaked-out expression, your eyes widened, and you forced a smile, visibly awkward.

“I… Hmmm… Wanted to apologize for yesterday…” Hyunjin plays to be embarrassed, his orbs stare at your face, and he notices how you furred your thick eyebrows together and glanced at him, for the first time, without feeling shy.

“Oh… Well, it’s alright. I’m sorry i stared at you to point of making you uncomfortable, I was listening to music and got lost on the beat.” You answer him in a low voice.

“Well, I’ll forgive you if you go out with me…” Hyunjin states, licking his bottom lip, his lip ring making the thing way hotter than what already is. You laughed right on his face.

He must be playing with you… that can’t be true, he does not want you to have a date with him.

“Hyunjin, for real, dont need to embarrassed me again, i know i was a creep and I’m sorry.” You answer, copying down on your book what the teacher was fastly writing on the board.

Minho was carefully judging his friend act, from far away, kind of amazed how good he was at lying.

“You think he can win the bet?” The blonde asks the bored boy sitting next to him. Binnie rolls his eyes, visibly tired of this game.

“We should stop this before it gets us in trouble…” The black-haired boy adverts his foolish friend.

“Always so boring… That’s why no girl wants you, man.” Minho attacks without realizing what he just said. Changing looks at him visibly hurt, but it doesn’t seem to catch the attention of the blind male sitting next to him.

“I’m being serious… I want to apologize for being bad to you yesterday. Its nothing formal or very expensive, just walking by the Han River together. Talking, knowing each other better.” Hyunjin explained in a low voice, the teacher was getting pissed from all the whispering, and he was trying not to get caught.

“I’m sorry, but no. I’m not going anywhere with you…” You said, as soon as you finished talking the loud and noisy bell rang and you started to pack your stuff.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you say yes!” He yelled, watching you walk away from him with a dumb smile stuck in your face as you shook your head negatively.

Dont you like him? Why would you say no?

Then Hyunjin’s brain clicked, this is dumb, immature. He can’t play you like this. And with the last amount of decency in his head, he got the courage to tell his friends how this was stupid, but when he arrived closer to them, Minho had a disgusting grin on his face, and Binnie was just… Sitting there.

“I could hear from here how she denied you.” His blonde friend tells him. The blood inside of Hyunjin starts bawling and his hands turn to fists, madness taking over him.

He is going to make you his no matter what!

[06:00 PM/ DAY ONE OF THE BET]

Your whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The sun outside was setting, a beautiful palette of yellow, orange and pink painted the sky and the cold wind made you smile, you love to feel it against your tired hot body.

Your hair was tied up in a ponytail and you were wearing some white shorts, and a yellow t-shirt, the colors of your school ‘s basketball team, that you were the caption of. Yelling at the girls that the practice time was over and they could go, you smile. You loved basketball, ever since you were little.

As you crossed the red school training field you noticed two people sitting on the benches, very far away from each other. And as you got closer, you noticed who they were: your best friend, Hendery, and your stupid crush, Hyunjin.

You ran towards your best friend, missing his presence more than everything, but he pushed you back because of all the sweat that made your skin glisten at the very soft sunlight.

“What is he doing here?” You ask the sweet boy, pointing at Hyunjin.

“I thought you knew?” Your best friend answers with a question.

“Oh god- dont tell me he still has that stupid idea on his head…” You whisper to yourself, but of course, your best friend heard you, and immediately got curious.

“What idea?”

“He asked me out one hundred times today, even though i tell him no, he continues bothering me.” You confess shyly. “I mean it’s not like i dont want to have a date with him… I’m just afraid…”

Hendery knows something is wrong, that request certainly has a second intention. He just needs to find out was it is…

Hyunjin approaches you both looking heavenly, a smile on his handsome face and the keys of his car on his hand.

“So… did you change your mind?” He asks eyeing you from head to toe, your shorts were tight and the shirt too, accenting your body just enough to make him feel excited about the bet, shyly you hid behind Hendery.

“Man, what are you doing huh?” The black-haired boy asked the brown-ish one, his eyebrow arched and a suspicious look on his eyes.

“I just want to apologize for being bad to her… It’s not a big deal,” The bad boy lied. “I felt bad for hurting her ok?” Hyunjin said feeling shy. Now he told you the truth, you didn’t leave his mind all day after what he did to you.

You look at him with a soft smile, his embarrassing truth was making you give in. Hendery was intrigued. Why would he apologize, when he doesn’t care about you?

“Ok, fine!” You throw your arms in the air quitting, your heart drowning in joy. “I’ll go with you, just let me go shower. Give me, hm, ten minutes.” You said looking at the clock on your wrist mindfully.

“Sun, dont do it. He will hurt you.” Your bestie warns you, his heart ached just by imagining you besides the smoker. He felt that something was wrong, but you foolishly kissed his cheek and told him not to worry about you, disappearing inside the female balneary.

You chose Hyunjin over him, how could you do that? Even after what he did to you?

The smirk on Hyunjin’s face made it pretty clear he enjoyed the little show he is putting on, the cigarette between his lips made him look so toxic, how could you think he looks hot?

“She will be mine in no time Hendery, accept it,” Hyunjin says cockily. A devilish smirk taking advantage of oh his plump lips while he releases the smoke.

“What did you just say?!” Your best friend asks while taking steps towards Hyunjin, his hand wrapped around his neck.

But Jin didn’t even flinch, he was not afraid of Hendery because he knows that inside, he is a weak bastard. “If you lay one single finger in her body i will kill you, you understand? If you break her heart i swear, you won’t be the only one paying for it.” The tall boy assures the smoker between his teeth, angry.

The black-haired boy leaves after, his body was trembling with anger and he felt like he could kill the first person that talked to him, but, it was just the madness speaking, he is not that strong. Not when it comes to you… He loves you… The tears started to form at the corners on his orbs and he hated it, he hated to cry.

When you came back Hyunjin was surprised, you weren’t wearing the same clothes as you wore all day. You had a white shirt under a strapless floral sundress, that moved freely, following all of your movements, you were wearing sandals making you look clean and simple.

“This is … what i wear after practice every time, it’s comfortable… I’m sorry if it looks bad…” You mumble the words low, but Hyunjin interrupted you quickly.

“What? No… You look absolutely flawless…” Even he was surprised by his action. You blushed, looking at your feet.

“Shall we go?” He asks, extending his arm so you can hold his large hand.

Hesitant, you take his hand in yours, the feeling of this simple action made your heart skip a bit. His hands are soft and warm, the opposite of yours, that is always freezing.

“Are you cold?” Jinnie asks with a worried look in his eyes. “Your hands are freezing.” You nod.

“I always have my hands cold.” You state sitting on the passenger seat of his car. The smell was a mix of cigarettes and mint, but it was actually really nice.

The ride was quiet and calm, he drove carefully and with full attention, stealing some glances at our face sometimes, noticing that you were examining his car and probably freaking out on the inside.

As you arrived the sky changed colors to dark blue, purple and pink, making you amazed at how beautiful it was.

The time you passed with Hyunjin walking by the Han River was blissful. He was playful and gentle, complimenting you every now and then, telling you how he loved the calm sound of the water and trying to convince you that he was sorry.

“Why were you alone today?” You ask him, your body turns to face his. His tongue plays with his lip ring nervously.

“Hmmm… You know, sometimes they act really childish. I dont like it… it bothers me the fact that I’m always the one saying no, and then they say I’m a pussy or boring.” Hyunjin spills disappointed, but he only realized what he said when the words were already heard. You pouted at him and held his hand, caressing it. “Or something like that..” He laughs awkwardly.

Your delicate hands really are soft, and he wonders if the rest of you is as soft as your hands… He wants to touch you so bad. You stare at him when he turns his face to the side, admiring the view in front of him.

The people that were walking here would feel confused about you two because in one second he would treat you with love, and in other, he would close himself and turn cold.

He looked just like an angel on the poor natural light, he was wearing black trousers secured with an elegant black belt, his shirt was red and black, the first two buttons were undone and the front part was stuffed under his pants, a gold necklace hanging around his neck, his lip ring was different today, colored in black.

You looked sweet and innocent, but he looked badass and sinful, and you thought it was unfair to you, he looked so good. He is way too good for you…

“This spot is amazing.” You confess him as you admire the view of the sun seating being reflected on the immense water.

When you looked back at him he was dangerously close to you, and it made you gasp. Hyunjin was just centimeters away from you, his nose almost touching yours. Your heart started to beat fast, and you bite your bottom lip nervously.

“Princess dont do that, it makes me want to ruin you completely…” You were taken back at his words, your face heated up and you freed your lip while staring at his eyes.

He moved forward, tilting his face so his sinful lips brushed against yours. The feeling of his cold lip ring contrasted the warm feeling of his lips felt so good… Your hands gripped his wrists, your mouth opened in a gasp and he brushed his nose with yours, while his lips graze over yours again, mouth slightly open.

Your body was almost giving in when something inside you made you wake up and you pushed him away from your body by gently forcing his wide shoulders back.

“Hyunjin…” You whisper needy and totally drunk in love.

“Fuck… I’m sorry. You just looked so beautiful with that smile on your face… I couldn’t help it.” He tried to lie, but it was the truth, for moments, he forgot this was just a dare, and he was enjoying the time with you.

Shyly, you take his hand on yours, surprising him, and then you smile at Hyunjin, without saying a word. He used the pleasant silence to bring you guys back at his car, so he could drive you home securely.

The ride was more comfortable this time, both of you singing the songs that played on the radio, while you smiled like and idiot. This was one of the best days of your life, being with Hyunjin, hear him, know him better was enough to make your heart jump in love and daydream about can happen next.

When he reached your house the car was quiet. His huge hand rested on your knee, causing you to take a shy gaze at him, watching him grin. He came closer to you, still with his hand on your knee, and he susurrated against your lips:

“I will see you tomorrow, princess.” A peck was placed at the corner of your mouth, your whole body feeling the arousal present on the air.

You nodded yes and smiled at him before getting out of his car, your legs felt like jelly and you could barely walk. With a stupidly happy face, you made your way to your front door, praying that Hyunjin didn’t saw you moving strangely.

But he did and thought it was adorable, especially because he knew he was the only one that could make you feel like that.

The next step is making you his, make you moan his name so loud, that you forget completely about Hendery, so Hyunjin can leave you right after. Heartbroken and played, just like the bet was about, so his ego could grow bigger and Minho could have his revenge.

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Wannabe Chapter 9: Star Wars x Reader

pt 1 pt 8

'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ? ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍꜱ...' -ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx

(Y/n) stared dumbly at Han. He had already dug his grave by answering a call from a few levels down below, and with each word he sprouted, it got deeper.

"Uh, uh," he stammered, "there was a...weapon's malfunction." Sweat trailed down his forehead. "But, uh, everything's perfectly fine now. We're fine. We're all fine here. Thank you." If Fives were here, (Y/n) would have laughed at Han with him, but he wasn't. And he wouldn't ever because he was dead. The thought kept tugging in her mind like a bird that refused to stop chewing at seeds in a garden.

It was like he was there yet not at the same time. The empty space at her side said to forget him, but she couldn't. Not after all she and him had been through. Not after the way he died. It wasn't with honour on a battlefield--it was plain murder.

Han sucked his teeth in annoyance. "Uh, how are you?" (Y/n) returned her attention onto the man as he sheepishly smiled. She had never face-palmed so hard in her life.

"We're sending a squad up right now."

Han went rigid as a board. "Negative! Uh, negative. We...have a reactor leak here, uh, now. I uh, I mean...uh, give us a few minutes to lock it down." He paused. "Large leak. Very dangerous."

"Who is this? What's your operating number?"

Han grabbed his blaster and (Y/n) almost lost her cool. He gritted his teeth and shot at the panel like there was no tomorrow. Sparks flew from the mangled scrapes of wires and plastoid as smoke bellowed from the burnt material.

"That was a boring conversation anyway." Han threw the blaster on the ground with a tired sigh. (Y/n) shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the ground. She had to remind herself not to think about her men either, who were probably waiting for her back on Kamink with the younger cadets.

They were probably sent to another wasteland to rid the planet of Seperatist forces while the cadets trained away in the facilities. Without (Y/n) around, they probably got little breaks. (Y/n) wondered if her Master went out looking for her in the dark streets, or if Anakin had already summoned his men for a searchparty. Maybe word hadn't gotten around that she had been kidnapped, and everyone just thought she was a criminal instead.

"Luke, hurry up!" cried Han. "We're about to have company!" The numbers above the lifts quickly rose, increasing so fast that (Y/n) could barely up with it. She frowned. Since when did the lifts go so fast? And since when did the control panels look so...advanced?

"Get behind me!" shouted Han. With a quick swoop of his arm, he shoved (Y/n) behind him and snatched his blaster off the ground.

The doors on the lifts swished open. There was no warning from either side, only blaster fire. Some lasers bounced off the walls, into control panels, or onto the camera overlooking above.

(Y/n) never fully realised how lucky she was to be incredibly gifted in the Force until now. If it weren't for her sensitivity, then she swould have long been subject to all the smoke and blaster fire erupting from both sides. Han was a surprisingly good shot and kept her safe from harm, but he had to practically tango and shimmy to avoid getting hit. Chewie, on the other hand, was a wonderful fighter tackled quite a few troopers into the lifts.

(Y/n) wanted to help, but she suddenly couldn't move. She wasn't sure why, but being here, in the middle of a battle between two sides she knew nothing about just felt...

...surreal.

It was like she were in a dream, or nightmare for that matter. Nothing made sense here. It was all so random with the futuristic blasters and technology she hadn't seen before. There were many things that continued to strike her as off, but she just didn't know what.

Something was wrong here. Very, very wrong.

(Y/n) shook herself out of her stupor. What was she doing just standing there? Han probably needed her help along with Chewie, yet she wasn't moving. This wasn't her. She was (Y/n) Kryze, member of the clan Kryze and house. She was sister to Korkie, and niece to the late Duchess Satine and Bo-Katan. Where was her honour? Her will to stand up for peace?

Instead of cowering behind Han, she should be fighting, so why couldn't she move?

"You know what would be great?" shouted Han. "If you could pick up that blaster instead of standin' there like a scared loth cat!"

(Y/n)'s survival instincts kicked in. This wasn't a walk through the temple, this was a battlefield. If she didn't chose the right move, then the opposing side would.

"Right." she mumbled, digging a hand in her boot. Last time she checked, she stuffed her lightsaber parts in her boots (Fives's idea to keep it concealed). If the troopers were as bad at their job as she assumed, then they wouldn't have done a thorough search. She wrapped her hands around a warm piece of metal and pulled out the screws and other parts she needed. Just where I left them, she thought. The soft hues of the kyber crystal shone brightly through the smoke and (Y/n) almost smiled to herself.

It was like a beacon in this chaos, a hope that she'd be alright in day's time.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the parts. From the screws, to the metal rounds that held the thing together, she focused, ignoring the blasts and shouts ringing in her ears.

They weren't important.

The pieces hovered over her hands, twisting and twirling into their respective spots and encasing the kyber crystal in all sorts of shiny metals from across the galaxy. There was a satisfying 'click', signifying that everything had fallen into its correct place. (Y/n) opened her eyes.

The galaxy tied itself into one again, reeling her into the cold face of reality. The blasts. The troops. The death. The shouts. It was real, all of it. None of it was a dream and none of it was going to just disappear--unless she had something to say about it.

(Y/n) jumped to her feet. She found her center and was sure it would be enough to win. The grip on her lightsaber felt so right, and as she pressed the button, a soft hiss resounded in the detention block. The troops suddenly paused, not out of fear from the glowing green saber in the smoke, but from awe.

That changed as soon as (Y/n) lunged out of the haze. They feared the glowing blade in her hands as she sliced their blasters in half. They feared the girl in robes as she Force-pushed them away like fumes of smoke with a single wave of her hand. (Y/n) knocked the last trooper out with a quick Force-push.

Maybe she had a bit too much Mandalorian in her because never had she ever felt so alive.

(Y/n) turned towards Han and Chewie with a nod. "More troops will arrive shortly. We must depart while we can." Han opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. "You--old man--laser sword--Kid...? Why didn't you--why didn't you just do that before?!" Chewie howled in agreement, but (Y/n) waved them off and motioned for them to follow her down the hall. "I hope you understand the position you put yourself in. Do you have a back-up plan to get us out of here?"

Chewie growled in reply.

"No? Alright then. I suppose the vents are a choice, but then Chewie would have trouble fitting in..." (Y/n) stopped in front of the only open cell. "Luke, did you find--?"

"Woah! You're a...?"

"Jedi, yes. Why is that such a surprise? Besides that, do you have a backup plan?" He walked out of the cell and sheepishly pointed his blaster at an incoming group of troopers. Han and Chewie shot at them as Luke fiddled with the trigger. "Uh..." His eyes lit up. "Actually." He pulled out a little stick-commlink-thing. "3-PO! Can you find us a way out of the detention block?" (Y/n) knitted her brows together. 3-PO? As in C-3PO? Padme's droid? Stars, this day just continued to confuse her.

"What? I can't hear you!" cried Luke. "It--It's too loud in here!"

As if to prove his point, Han fired his blaster a good five times in a row. (Y/n) blocked a few blasts, only pausing when a girl in white made her way out of the cell. "Looks like you managed to cut off our only escape route." she grumbled. There was something that struck (Y/n) as off about the girl, besides her snippy attitude.

She resembled Padme so strongly that (Y/n) would have thought it to be her if it weren't for the more laid-back fashion of her dress. It was a fact that Padme hadn't any siblings, so perhaps the princess was a relative of hers? It wouldn't be off the mark considering the girl was a princess. Her stern eye snapped over to (Y/n)'s. She nodded to herself as if she were impressed with (Y/n)'s skill.

"I see the Empire hasn't given up Jedi hunting yet."

(Y/n) blocked a few blasts and almost tripped over her robed. Empire? Jedi hunting?

"3-P0! We're gonna be toast if you can't find an escape route!" shouted Luke. (Y/n) blinked herself back into focus. She had to keep her mind on the task at hand, not a detail that could wait until later. "All of you!" she exclaimed. "Look for a vent or passage! Anything will do as long as we get out of here!"

The princess snatched Luke's blaster out of his hands. He gave an odd look of frustration. "What are you doing?" She shot at a few troops so accurately that they literally dropped dead on the spot. "Someone has to save our skins!"

She made her way over to (Y/n)'s side and shot at a large vent behind her. (Y/n) fanned a bit of smoke out of her face and glared at the vent with a frown. "Garbage chute?" The gaping hole was barely large enough for a single person to wiggle through, but the princess didn't seem to care. She shot another trooper before climbing through the hole and sliding down the pipes. Chewie made his way over to the vent with a low growl.

"Get in there," Han kicked him, "I don't care what ya smell!" Chewie growled a little at Han. He was about to shake his head, but tripped down the chute with a screech. (Y/n) Force-pushed a group of troops into a wall. "Luke, go!" He sent (Y/n) a quick glance of doubt, but she gently prodded him along. "Hurry!" When he disappeared, she turned to Han. He nodded at her. "You first, darling." (Y/n) deactivated her lightsaber with a curious look in her eyes.

"Darling?"

"Yeah, it's a--doesn't matter, get in there you space wizard!"

(Y/n) wanted to be offended but didn't have the time. She slipped down the chute with a slight yelp. Boy, Chewie was right--it smelled terrible in there. It was like a mix of rotten fruit and milk rolled into one, but ten times worse and covered in old cheese.

(Y/n) landed feet-first into a pile of old scraps and packaging. She squinted as her eyes took their time adjusting to the lighting. She coukd have sworn something brushed her leg, but that could have been her imagination. (Y/n) jumped over to the doorsteps, where Chewie frantically scratched and banged on the door. "Chewie, I can do it." (Y/n) reassured.

There was a loud yell from the chute and Han collapsed into a pile of old fruit peels and paperwork. He didn't even take a good look around him before sarcastically shouting, "The garbage chute was a wonderful idea!"

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captaindamnron · 4 years

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Am I too late?

Modern AU. rating M.

“London is my home. London is your home. I didn’t change the plan, Rey, you did. If–” he took in a deep breath, as though steeling himself, before continuing, “If you choose to go… you’re choosing to go without me.“

Rey’s head twist and turned, searching the crowded arrival hall of the airport for her brother. She had just started to think that maybe Ben was late when she finally spotted him. A huge bright smile formed across her face as soon as she took him in. His face held the same expression hers had surely mirrored only a minute ago. He was searching the crowd for her as well, and it was obvious when he finally spotted her too, his facial expression shifting to match her big grin.

She sprinted across the hall, weaving through the crowd of people, practically shrieking in excitement when she reached him. She immediately dropped her bag to the floor and jumped into his arms. Engulfing him in a bear hug, she didn’t realize how much she missed Ben, missed everyone, and even missed London, until she finally laid eyes on him. Her family had come to visit her in Liverpool a few times over the years but she hadn’t been back to London since she left. Maybe it was the fact that she was finally home in London that made their reunion this time all that much sweeter than the ones they’d had in Liverpool.

“Gosh, Rey, have you gained weight? You weigh a ton,” Ben had gasped out from the choke hold Rey’s arms had around his neck. Rey let go of her dear brother and quickly started launching a barrage of slaps to his torso.

“Wow, I’m back for five seconds and you’re already intolerable,” she said drily as Ben quickly grabbed her hands and pulled her back in for another hug.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he laughed. “Hey, if you can’t rip on your younger sister, who can you rip on?” Ben grabbed Rey bag from the floor and lead them to where he had parked the car. “Come on,” he said as he opened the door for her, tossing her bag onto the backseat. “Let’s get a move on. Paige will kill me if you miss your dress fitting.”

Rey got caught up on everything that had been going on over the past few days leading up to the wedding on the drive. Ben had lots of stories to tell, some funny, some sweet, some utterly horrifying.

“Mom is losing her mind trying to get everything at the estate ready for the wedding, and of course dad isn’t much help, ” Ben rambles as he drives. “He suddenly has to ‘work late’” Ben continues, releasing the steering wheel for just long enough to make the accompanying air quotes. “Mind, he’s only started having to work late this past week now that all the guest have started to arrive.”

Rey just shook her head with a giggle. She wasn’t surprised that their father had been hiding away. He was never all that into the parties their family hosted over the years, and this was going to be the biggest one of them all by far.

“Both mom and dad are over the moon, though, about having all us kids back under the same roof again,” Ben went on, and the smile on his face made it obvious that he was looking forward to it as well.

“I’m rather excited too, actually.” Rey admitted, matching his smile. “I haven’t slept in my old room since high school. It will be so much fun having you right down the hall again.” Rey said smiling back over at Ben.

Rey knew they were only a few minutes away from the dress shop when she decided to face the elephant in the room, or, in this case, the car. Looking out the passenger window, Rey finally asked, “So I’m guessing Poe and Finn are your groomsmen, no? How are they doing anyway?”

Ben looked from the road over to Rey. Just like she knew he would hence why she was now trying to hiding the blush rising to her cheeks. Ben knew Poe had to be on Rey mind but was surprised she actually brought him up.

“Yeah, they are," Ben paused momentarily, "Poe’s the best man, of course.”

“Of course,” Rey echoed, trying to act as cool as she could about it.

“Both are doing well,” Ben continued, “Finn has been working with dad at the office for a couple years now, and Poe actually just got promoted to an actual pilot’s position.”

Rey just nodded her head in response, unsure what to say, unsure what would even come out of her mouth if she attempted to speak. Even just hearing about Poe set her heart beating rapidly, her palms breaking out in a sweat. He shouldn’t be able to affect her like this still, the mere mention of his name shouldn’t affect her like this, and yet...

That’s when Ben let the bomb drop, “They will both be over at the house tonight,” Ben said in a voice that aimed and failed at being nonchalant. “Mom and dad invited the wedding party, as well as those from Paige’s and our extended family that are in town over for a little engagement party of sorts. A way for everyone to get acquainted, I guess, since we’re all finally together.” He kept glancing over at her to see what, if any, reaction she had to that.

Rey wouldn’t stop looking out the window, though. She knew Ben could read her like a book, and she didn’t want him to see just how much that news had affected her. This was it; she was indeed going to be seeing Poe in a matter of hours in her childhood home. The house they shared their first kiss in, the house they first... she stopped herself there, couldn’t bear to bring up those memories.

Luckily, Rey’s plan to wait till they were close to the dress shop to ask about Poe worked. They were already pulling up next to the shop. Rey quickly turned and gave Rob a kiss on the cheek and was out the door as fast as she could manage.

“Thanks for the ride,” she called over her shoulder, “see you tonight.”

Ben barely got an “okay, see you later,” out before she had shut the door and hurried into the shop.

The fitting went great. Unlike Ben had suggested, she had not gained weight and the measurements she sent to the seamstress were perfect, and there was no need for extra alterations. Rey did her best throughout the appointment to focus on Paige, and on catching up with her and very decidedly not thinking about Poe. Once they were finished, Paige took off to go meet her family for lunch, and Rey headed home.

As soon as she pulled up the driveway of her parent’s estate, Rey’s spirits were lifted. She was home. Oh, how she had missed it here. She hadn’t known one could miss a place this much.

Rey was a little disappointed that her mother wasn’t home when they got there. She had left a note for them that she was out running errands and would be back later.

“God, my room seems so much smaller than I remember,” Rey bellowed across the hall.

Looking and wandering through her old room, she realized and remembered the person she was when younger and how she has changed. At the time, Rey was a young teenager with an ambition to build cars and rockets, but it was during her apprenticeship with Master Kenobi she realized, essentially, what she liked best about anything that could involve technology and engines was maintenance and improvement of what already existed.

Not that she thought evolution or discovery of new technologies was a bad thing, but society had already created so many good and useful things, there should be more people trying to take advantage of what already existed to advance.

“You could always quit,” Master Kenobi once said.

However, Rey couldn’t help but feel that she had given up so much to work for Master’s Kenobi project already. How could she admit it was a mistake now? Then losing all that she had would be for nothing.

“I could come home and open that chop shop like I always wanted,” Rey gushed.

Rey laughed at that. She missed being close to her family. She always felt like she was missing out. The truth was the choice to come home might have been an easier one if it wasn't for Poe. She missed him; maybe even more than she missed her family, but, then again, he was her family to once upon a time. She didn’t know if she could be this close to Poe all the time, and still not be able to actually be with him. She didn't think going back to being friends like in high school was an option for her either. Or, even worse, seeing him with someone else. Just the thought of him with someone else made her nauseous.

“Are my princess up there?” Rey smiled.

Rey spent the next hour sitting around the kitchen island with her father.

“Surprised you could get out of the office so early today, dad. I heard you have been busy the last couple weeks.” Rey couldn’t help but tease her father. Han smiled and put his arm around his daughter, kissing the top of her head.

“Well, I just couldn’t resist coming home early and seeing my baby girl now could I.” He answered.

Rey felt like she was on cloud nine. This is what she had been missing in Liverpool. Just as she thought she couldn’t feel happier, she heard her mother’s voice coming from down the hall.

“Han, are you home? Can you help me bring the bags from the car?” Rey turned in her chair just as her mother was coming into the kitchen and saw her.

Her mother paused on the spot.

“Rey!” was all she said as she walked closer, arms outstretched, ready to embrace her daughter.

Rey didn’t give Ben a chance to say anything more about the fact that Poe would be at their house tonight before she rushed out of the car. Ben, for his part had a pretty good inkling that she purposely waited till they were close to the dress shop before asking about Poe. He knew she was hoping that if her emotions got the best of her, she would be able to make a quick getaway. He didn’t need to see Rey’s face to know she was rattled though. He knew his sister, probably better than anyone, and it was written all over her l, and after the way Poe reacted last night, just to the mere mention of Rey’s name, he knew this weekend was going to be hard for both his sister and best friend. He couldn’t worry about that right now though, he was already running behind, and knew Poe would be waiting for him.

Poe appeared to be patiently waiting on his porch as Ben pulled into his driveway.

“You’re late,” was the only thing Poe said as he got in the passenger seat, clearly he was less patient then Ben expected him to be.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I stopped for coffee on my way here after I dropped Rey off, and then I got stuck in a long line. ” Ben hoped his explanation would be enough to get him off the hook. “I got you one though, black, just the way you like it.” Ben sounded like a spouse trying to garner their partners forgiveness.

“Thanks,” was Poe’s only response, taking the coffee from Ben.

“Oh brother, this should be fun." Ben muttered to himself rolling his eyes, putting the car in reverse to get them on there way.

The drive to the jewelry store was a pretty quiet one. Poe couldn’t stop thinking about how Rey had just been sitting in the very seat he was in now, just a few minutes earlier. She was in a dress shop, just a few blocks away. Rey was so close, yet felt farther away from him then she had ever been. Even more now than she did when she first left for Liverpool. Poe couldn’t help the flood of emotions that had came roaring to the surface since Ben mentioned Rey last night. He had done so well pushing them aside the past three years, but now, having her back in town, he couldn’t hide from his feelings anymore. Poe hadn’t even seen her yet, and she was already invading all his thoughts, he couldn’t think straight. He shook his head, as if the act itself could stop all the memories, all the feelings that were consuming him. Not now, he scolded himself, this weekend was about Ben, his friend was getting married, and he wasn’t going to ruin any part of it for him.

Ben leaned on the counter drumming his fingers on the ledge, impatiently waiting for the jeweler to come back with Paige’s and his rings. He looked over to where Poe stood, his arms crossed looking aimlessly around the store. Fuck it, he thought, he was going to go ahead and broach the Rey topic again. Poe couldn’t escape this time.

“So, have you thought about what you’re going to say to Rey when you see her tonight?” Ben asked him point blank.

Poe’s head snapped over to where Ben was standing, he thought Ben had gotten the hint last night, this wasn’t a topic of conversation he was interested in. “Um, how about hi…… how’s it going?” How does that sound?” Poe sounded cross, throwing his arms in air as if to say, what gives.

“Oh come on man, let’s not pretend like this isn’t going to be awkward for everyone. Rey looked like she was going to jump out of her skin when I told her you were coming over tonight. So don’t worry, you’re not the only one that’s more than a little nervous.” Ben decided perhaps just this once it wouldn’t hurt to share some intel on his sister with Poe.

Poe didn’t expect to hear that, not just because Ben usually made pretty good efforts not to tell him thing Rey and him discussed, but also because he didn’t think Rey would be all that bothered by his presence. She was the one that left him, after all. She was the one that took off for Liverpool without a second thought, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

Before Ben had a chance to say anything more about it the jeweler finally came back with Ben and Paige’s rings. Putting an end to the conversation once again.

Ben pulled into Poe’s driveway putting the car in park. “Here, make sure you put these someplace safe, and don’t forget them on Saturday!” Ben emphasized the seriousness of these directions by shaking the ring box in front of him as he spoke.

“Don't worry about it, what's the best men for,” Poe reassured him as he took the rings from Ben's clutches, and put them in his coat pocket.

“Well now that you mentioned it, the best man is responsible for planning the bachelor party, but since both Rey, and you, failed miserably in that regard, Paige and I went ahead and planned our own.” Ben was guilting Poe into excepting the change in plans for the evening. “So, wear something nice tonight, will yeah? We're all going out once we've mingled with the old folks long enough.” Ben added, raising his voice slightly when Poe started stepping out of the car.

Poe laughed, and nodded his head so Ben knew he heard him loud and clear. “Alright man, I’ll see you later.”

Rey came downstairs once she started to hear guest arriving. Paige had informed her that they would be going out for a co bachelor/bachelorette party after the more formal affair of bringing the two families together was over, so to make sure she dressed accordingly. Not that Rey really needed the excuse to dress up. It was common knowledge that when you know you’re going to be seeing your ex, you make sure you dress to impress, and let them know exactly what they’ve been missing. Not that Rey thought Poe might still be missing her, not like she had been missing him.

She wore her hair down in soft curls, and a form fitting little black dress she had. As she made her way through the kitchen she could hear the crowd of people gathering in the backyard. Having no idea whether Poe was out there yet or not gave Rey pause. She grabbed a glass of champagne from the counter that was out for arriving guests, took a deep breath, and headed outside. Here goes nothing she told herself.

As Rey walked through the party the tension that had been building in her shoulders started to dissipate once she had realized Poe was still absent. She headed over to the bar her mother had arranged, and ordered another drink. The champagne she had come outside with now long gone. She knew she would need some liquid courage to get through the night. She was standing at the bar waiting for her drink when suddenly her body jolted forward with a slap, someone had just slapped her ass.

Leia and Han were talking to Paige’s grandmother when Rey made her way over to them. “Rey, sweetheart, could you please run to the kitchen and grab me some club soda and a cloth? I seemed to have spilled a bit of wine on my dress." Leia asked her daughter.”

“Of course mom, no problem, I’ll be right back,” Rey replied with a smile.

Poe drove up the Solos driveway pulling his car in beside Finn's, who had just arrived himself a moment earlier. Poe stomach was doing back flips, he had been to the Solos house more times than he could count, he had even been there plenty of times since him and Rey broke up. This place was like a second home to him growing up. He remembered how his mother was sick a lot when he was young, before she passed away of cancer when he was nineteen, and The Solos took him in a lot to help his mother as much as they could. What made this time so different? He knew the answer though, this time, Rey was going to be in there, and she wasn’t his anymore.

Finn tapped on Poe’s driver side window breaking him out of the trance he was in. “You coming?" Finn asked, as if Poe should have already gotten out of his car by now.

“Yea I’ll be right there,” Poe said lifting his hand, telling Finn to go ahead without me.

Finn nodded, and headed towards the house.

Poe took a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He sucked in a deep breath blowing it out hard, “here goes nothing,” he told himself, tugging his fingers through his hair before he got of the car and made his way up the house.

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“Han Solo? What the heck has Han Solo got to do with Halloween?” you laugh as Richard descends the stairs in his chosen costume.

“Well… It’s just… Dressing up, really,” he shrugs.

“At least I’m something halloweeny...”

“You’re too pretty to be a witch though.”

“Ha! Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“That’s the plan,” he winks.

He breezes past you with an air of confidence to get a glass of water before you set off, and you watch him carefully as he leans over to the sink, his snug trousers accentuating his pert bottom, then as he lifts the glass to his mouth with his arm flexing as he bends it. Even though it wasn’t technically on the Halloween theme, you couldn’t really complain at him dressing how he did when it makes him look that hot doing something very mundane, and you suddenly don’t want to leave the house.

“We going then?” he asks as he walks towards you.

“Do we have to?”

“What do you mean ‘do we have to’? You were all excited earlier!” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but that was before I realised you were going to wear that.”

“Oh, you like it now do you?”

“I never said I didn’t like it actually! I merely pointed out that it wasn’t exactly scary, and it is a Halloween party. I do like it, a lot.”

“How much?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at you knowingly.

“We’re not doing this now, we’ve got a party to go to,” you say defiantly, just about holding your nerve under Richard’s intense gaze.

You take his hand and walk outside just as the taxi comes along, then you both climb into the back seats as Richard tells the driver the address, and as the cab starts to move Richard turns in the seat to look directly at you.

“So, what were you saying earlier about my costume?” he smirks.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” you huff, turning towards the window to hide your smile.

When you arrive at the venue you hesitate as you get out of the taxi; these posh Chelsea houses always made you feel a little insignificant no matter how many times you’d been in them with Richard, and he knew you were feeling uneasy as you stood there looking up at the grand exterior. His hand rests on your lower back gently, then he swoops down and steals a longing kiss before taking your hand and guiding you inside without a word. You greet the hosts then head straight for the bar where you find a couple of Richard’s friends who you’d met before and knew were safe to be yourself around.

“Han Solo?!” Oscar laughs, “it’s Halloween, Richard.”

“That’s exactly what I told him!” you say.

“You could have at least gone for a bad guy...” he continues.

“Darth Vader would have been a good choice if you wanted to stay inconspicuous,” you grin.

“Alright, alright, but how is a sexy witch scary?” Richard retorts, looking at you.

“I’m not a- Oh! Right, that was smooth,” you giggle.

You all stand there chatting as the songs go from bad to worse, then when a Spice Girls hit begins, Tara is quick to grab your hand and pull you into the space that had become a makeshift dance floor. Richard laughs as you give him a worried look but you soon find your rhythm and start to get into the song without a second thought to the people around you.

Richard carries on talking to Oscar but his eyes wander over to you every few seconds, more so when you start to swing the hem of your dress around to reveal the top of the stockings you were wearing. You catch his eye a few times and he pops the collar on his waistcoat with a wink and your knees almost give way at the sight, but you manage to at least get through the second song before returning to his side like a magnet. While Tara then drags Oscar into the middle of the room you take your opportunity to stand in front of Richard and run your hand up and down his thigh slowly.

“Woah! What are you doing?” he gasps, looking around to see if anyone was watching you both.

“We need to get out of here,” you reply as his eyes roll back in his head at your touch.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “okay… yep.”

You run out of the room like naughty teenagers, then you jog down the street to find a cab and jump inside with breathless laughter. Your hands are all over Richard, at least as much as they can be knowing that the driver could see you clearly in his rear view mirror, and he’s giggling at your enthusiasm. He rests his head on the seat to take a look at you and reaches up to place a hand on your cheek before he starts grinning uncontrollably.

“What?” you laugh.

“You,” he sighs happily.

“What about me?”

“I love you.”

“Well I should bloody hope so, because I love you too.”

The cab comes to an abrupt halt and you’re quick to jump out as Richard pays the driver, and by the time he’s caught up with you, you’ve opened the front door and you turn to pull him inside by his shirt. When you’ve kicked the door shut behind you, you can’t help but run your hands up and down his clothed torso as you push him gently against the wall in the hallway, and he bites his bottom lip when you rip open his shirt.

“Look at you!” you almost groan, “fucking hell, you’re so handsome.”

“Stop it!” he laughs nervously as he shrugs off the waistcoat and shirt at the same time.

“You stop it! God, you’re just… Urgh!” you whine, running your fingers through the dense hair that adorned his chest.

He drove you completely wild at the best of times, let alone when he was dressed like this and acting as if it was no big deal. One hand stays on his chest as the other travels up to his neck as you lean in for a kiss, and he meets you before you reach his lips in a passionate exchange. The tables turn on you and you’re soon pushed against the opposite wall by him as his fingers dig into your waist, then he hikes your dress up and pulls it quickly over your head to break the kiss for the least amount of time, but as he leans forward to return his lips to yours, he pauses.

“Where did that come from?!” he asks as he eyes your new underwear set.

“Oh, this old thing?” you smirk.

“Jesus, if I knew that was under there we would never have left the house.”

“I’m going to enjoy watching you take it off me...” you whisper.

“So. Am. I.”

He drops to his knees to pull your stockings down one by one, slipping them off your feet as slowly as he possibly could, then he teases your knickers down your thighs at a pace that makes you whine with how achingly slow it was, and when they’re finally discarded he stands up to carefully take your bra away, making sure the straps were moved only by his teeth as his hands unclipped the back.

“Took your time, didn’t you?” you exhale as he steps back to take in the sight.

You move toward him, but he pushes you back against the wall in silence and quickly pushes his trousers and underwear down to his ankles where he shakes them off. Your mouth opens to speak but his lips soon land on it to hush you, and within a matter of seconds he has his hand hooked under one of your thighs as he lifts it up and he’s sliding inside you with ease after the build up. The soft padding of your backside bounces against the wall with each thrust and when his teeth lightly start to sink into the sensitive skin of your neck you can’t help but let out a loud moan.

“They’ll hear you next door,” he growls.

“Good,” you pant.

A sheen of sweat starts to sprinkle over both of your bodies and soon the hallway is filled with loud expressions of lust as both you and Richard let yourselves go when you begin to reach your climaxes. Richard is first to fall silent as he spills inside you, and you soon follow so that the only sounds left are heavy breathing as his forehead rests on your shoulder and you lean your head back on the wall.

“Next time we’re going to have to make it upstairs,” you say as you get your breath back.

“Why’s that?” Richard asks as he slowly lifts his head.

“Fucking light switch,” you laugh as you step to the side and turn around to show Richard a perfect square imprinted on your back.

“Shit, does it hurt?” he asks, reaching out to carefully glide his fingers over the mark.

“A little,” you chuckle, “but it’ll be a nice reminder every time you see me change.”

“Think I’ll have to take a photo and set it as my background on my phone,” he smirks as you turn back to him.

“I dare you,” you challenge, his hands finding your waist and pulling you against him.

Reader and rm are already in a relationship, Halloween rolls around, they go to a party together, Richard goes as HAN SOLO and reader is like because let's be honest, you know he'd do that look justice. . They go to the party but wind up leaving early because she can't take it anymore, smut ensues. Thank you, and I love your fics so much

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