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retrievablememories · 3 years

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three’s company | kai & taemin (m)

title: three’s company pairing: taemin x reader x kai genre: smut, fwb request: “hello!! can I req a kai and taemin with female reader smut fic?” word count: 4.4k warnings: MMF threesome, oral (female and male receiving), deep throating, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t try at home 🚫), cumshots, some spanking, taemin has dom tendencies, the aftercare is a bit lacking i think sjdfklfsk a/n: i have not written a proper threesome fic in so long, this didn’t come as easy to me as i thought it would 🤧

at the beginning of the fic—if you don’t know about taemin’s infamous slippers here are some references lol

“Open the door for your best friends!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Taemin’s head peeks through the crack in his front door only a few seconds later, and he grins at the sight of you and Kai standing on his front step, overnight bags in hand. “Took you long enough.”

“We would’ve got here sooner if Y/N didn’t take a hundred years to find her favorite slippers,” Kai says, snorting.

“I can’t go anywhere without them, they’re part of my bedtime routine,” you protest, stepping inside as Taemin opens the door wider for the two of you to come in. “And I am not wearing Taemin’s rat fur shoes as a consolation prize like he tried to make me do last time.”

Taemin rolls his eyes at your complaint. “Rat fur slippers or not, you have no problem stealing all my other clothes.”

“It’s not my fault your clothes are so cozy.”

“You say that every time you steal our stuff,” Kai points out, walking past you both to make himself comfortable on Taemin’s couch. “How many of my poor hoodies are hanging up in your closet, never to be worn by me again?”

“Just the right amount,” you insist, dropping your bag to the floor and jumping onto the couch with Kai, splaying yourself across his legs and the couch cushions. He grins at you like you’re an overexcited kid and leans against the back of the couch.

“You’re so goofy. I hope you don’t plan on having me take care of you all weekend like the last time you ate too much sugar and crashed like hell,” Kai says, tapping his finger on your forehead and making you swat his hand away.

“No, I’m not gonna do that again...I don’t need to be babysat, Jongin!”

Taemin passes by the two of you on the couch and pinches your thigh as he goes; fortunately for him, he’s fast enough to escape a slap from you. “Don’t worry...even if it does happen, we’ll take good care of you.” He leaves with a joking smile as he goes into the other room, though the teasing note in his tone makes you wonder for a brief moment.

—

A few hours later, the three of you are in the kitchen preparing snacks for your movie night—which usually ends up with you and Kai doing most of the work because Taemin tends to be a mess in the kitchen. Kai’s phone pings from the living room, and he leaves the both of you alone to go check what it is. Taemin sidles up to your side as soon as Kai exits the room, and you give him a questioning look when his arm goes around your waist.

“What do you want,” you deadpan.

“Don’t be so mean to me.” His tone is playful, but the lips at your ear are not so innocent. “We haven’t even seen each other in a while.”

“I know, which is why I’m astounded at your inability to keep it in your pants. You should’ve had plenty of practice by now.” Taemin gives an amused laugh, his eyes watching the doorway the entire time, and while the coast is still clear he takes the opportunity to press his hot lips against your neck. You shy away from him, but only because you don’t want to get caught.

One game of Truth or Dare with Taemin more than a year ago had gotten out of hand—a game the three of you usually played together, but Kai had been busy with EXO’s promotions for Obsession at the time—and the next thing you knew, you were sleeping with one of your good friends.

You knew that friends-with-benefits arrangements often ended in flames—you’d seen it happen too often with your other friends and their sexual partners—but you didn’t regret anything about the situation. You both enjoyed the sex, and it hadn’t managed to ruin your friendship, so neither of you saw any real reason to stop. No regrets—except for maybe the fact that you were keeping it secret from Kai.

It was Taemin’s suggestion and you went along with it, though you weren’t really sure what difference it made. He always acted as if letting the younger man know would be too much shock for him to take, or maybe he’d find it awkward to continue hanging out with you two, which you found ridiculous (it turned out fine with him, why did it need to be kept from Kai?) but you weren’t interested in arguing about it.

Taemin looks like he’s about to say something else, but he’s suddenly zipping away from your side just as quick as he came. You see the reason why when Kai walks back into the room seconds later, seemingly unaware of Taemin’s earlier antics. You screw up your mouth and glare at Taemin for almost getting caught when all this secrecy was his idea.

Kai raises his eyebrows. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Taemin is bothering you again.”

“When is he not?”

“Stop pretending like you don’t love it.” Taemin pulls out aegyo that makes both you and Kai cringe like you’ve been stung. Taemin laughs at both your expressions, though he’s also a bit embarrassed for even trying to use the cute card on you; you rarely fell for those tricks of his.

Kai shakes his head. “This is going to be a long weekend.”

—

Despite Taemin having more than enough space in his home to host all three of you in your own rooms, you all end up in Taemin’s bed when you decide to turn in for the night. Kai swore he was only stopping in to talk before going back to his own room, but he never left his side of the bed even after the overhead lights were turned out. You lie in between the two men the whole time, enjoying their body heat on either side of you and the comfort of having them nearby.

Kai is already knocked out on your left, but Taemin remains awake, his eyes sparkling with devilment in the dark. He angles his body more towards you, lying on his side, and you mean to ask what he’s doing and why he’s not asleep yet when his hand lands on your thigh.

Your lips part and your mouth moves aimlessly for a few moments as his hand works up and down your thigh, warming you up. “Jongin…” you finally whisper, and both of you know that you speaking the other man’s name is not you trying to call out for him—it’s a warning.

“...is asleep,” Taemin says, unfazed.

“This is wrong,” you mutter, but you don’t make a move to stop him when his hand comes closer to the space between your thighs. Taemin brushes his fingers across your pubic mound as he reaches his hand over to your other thigh, teasing you. “You were the one who wanted to keep all this hidden. Remember that.”

“Correct,” he responds, still sounding perfectly casual about the entire situation. “And we still can, if you just be quiet for a little while and let me do this.”

“Can’t you wait until later?” Your voice comes out strained. When his hand inches closer to your inner thigh again, you don’t know whether you want to ask him to stop for his own good or go further. “Like when he’s in the shower or something?”

Taemin slides his hand fully between your legs now, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. “I have to touch you.” He says it like he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he doesn’t get the opportunity now. The tinge of neediness in his voice breaks something inside you and makes you want to relent without a single question more.

The sudden movement of his palm on the most sensitive part of your body causes you to jerk, and your elbow hits Kai right in the side by accident. For a tense moment, you think maybe you haven’t woken him, but then he grumbles and gently shoves you back. “Why are you elbowing me?” he murmurs, and then you freeze when he turns his head and opens his eyes to look at you. His eyes are only cracked halfway, but even in the dim room you know there is a good chance he can see how Taemin’s hand is now halfway tucked into your sleep pants as he begins his descent into your underwear. You stay stock-still as if that’ll make him unable to see you, which feels as ridiculous as it sounds.

“I-it was an accident, sorry,” you stammer. Kai doesn’t respond right away, too busy blinking his eyes against the dark. Then he says,

“If you two are going to do that, go in another room.” He scoffs and turns over, and you’re mortified. He sounded completely nonchalant about finding the two of you in a compromising position, which makes you wonder; does he somehow already know about the arrangement you two have? Maybe neither of you were ever really as sneaky as you’d thought.

“You should join us,” Taemin suggests, throwing yet another wrench into the situation. Kai’s body stiffens beside you, and there’s silence before he faces you both again.

“Join?”

“Aren’t you being a little—”

“Yes, join.” Taemin interrupts you, and you roll your eyes, pinching his arm. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it before.”

“What does that mean?” you blurt out, jerking your head to look at Taemin. What secrets have they been keeping from you? Kai looks equally bewildered, which makes you more confused.

“I—when have I suggested anything like that?” Kai argues, though his voice is uncertain.

“You don’t have to. You are easy to read, Jongin.” Kai makes a disapproving noise at Taemin’s statement.

“Easy to read? What about you thinking you were being sneaky with Y/N this whole time—”

“Well, I thought we were pretty damn clever—”

“Look, if you two are just going to go back and forth, I’m going to sleep—”

“Fine. Let me join, then.” You want to complain at being interrupted again, but Kai’s words make you pause. And then his eyes drift over to you, his face turning towards yours on the pillow and his voice becoming more yielding. “If you’re okay with it.”

You feel a bit winded, never really expecting him to say yes. But now here it is, out in the open and waiting for you to take hold of it—or shun it away. You also know yourself well enough to understand the second choice isn’t even an option for you. Taemin waits in silence to see what your answer will be, though the corner of his mouth is already lifting in a smirk because he can take a good guess.

“Okay. Then let’s do it.”

With your acceptance, there’s a tense pause as everyone waits to see what the other will do first.

Taemin makes the first move by sliding his hand the rest of the way into your underwear, his fingers dipping down to feel you. You’re not as wet as he’d like yet, which he immediately seeks to remedy by rubbing your clit and bringing his plush lips to your exposed collarbone.

“Kiss her,” Taemin says in between laying kisses of his own across your chest. Kai stays still for a moment longer, and you wonder if he’s regretting this decision, but when you glance up at him his eyes are glued to where Taemin’s hand is moving beneath your pajamas. Finally, he tears his stare away from the scene playing out in front of him and meets your gaze, coming closer to press his mouth on yours.

More often than not, Taemin’s kisses are heated and frantic, as if he can never kiss you enough—which is not to knock his experience or skill, because he has more than enough to satisfy you—but Kai is soft and slow against your mouth, kissing you deeply and intensely like he might not get to do it again.

Taemin laughs quietly against your neck at how you grow wetter beneath his fingers from this one kiss.

Kai’s touch is a little more tentative because he hasn’t done this with you before, but his hands go to the hem of your shirt. He goes underneath the fabric, pushing it up your stomach along the way, to touch your breasts. Your nipples harden at his touch, and he rolls them between his deft fingers. It doesn’t take long for him to begin desiring more contact, and he shoves your shirt up above your chest, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

Taemin situates himself further down to let Kai have his way with your upper body and introduces one of his fingers into you, sliding the slender digit inside and crooking it up to find that soft spot. You twitch around him, your thighs tensing and flexing, and he keeps his lips pressed close to your hips, biting the skin there and then dragging his tongue across the places he’s just irritated. You’re already feeling overwhelmed at having both men pleasure you at the same time, and you’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the night.

Your pulse races against Kai’s mouth as his kisses travel to your neck, making you shiver. “Does that feel good?” Kai asks, his voice low, and you nod without a second thought. You belatedly realize he’s referring to Taemin's actions when you notice his eyes have drifted below the waist again. He seems entranced with the way Taemin fingers you, or maybe he just wants a turn for himself.

“It does,” you say, as if your nod wasn’t confirmation enough. Your words trail out of you in a breathless whisper. Kai soon shifts lower down your body just as Taemin eases another finger into you, which makes you moan softly. You think your heart might beat out of your chest when Kai settles himself beside Taemin, and you can guess what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to have her all to yourself?” Kai remarks, his tone joking.

“I was here first.” Taemin grins deviously, but he shuffles over to make more room for Kai between your legs.

As Taemin keeps moving his fingers inside you, brushing them against your g-spot and making you moan desperately, Kai lowers his head and drags his tongue over your clit. You gasp sharply at this brand-new sensation; the sight of it is even more erotic than you could’ve imagined. Kai wraps his mouth around your sensitive clit and Taemin observes closely as the other man sucks and licks into you. Though Taemin sometimes likes to pretend he isn’t as easily aroused as you know he can be, he can’t hide the way his breaths grow rushed and his face becomes more flushed.

The soft but intense sucking of Kai’s mouth and the smooth strokes of Taemin’s fingers have you careening off the edge faster than you anticipated, and your legs scrabble against the sheets as you toss and turn in the tide of a strong orgasm.

Kai comes back to your upper body when he’s finished, leaning in close to where your head rests on the pillow. Your chest heaves as you try to regain your breath. He smiles down at your supine figure, pressing another kiss to your lips. “You’re so sweet,” he murmurs against the seam of your mouth, and he slides his tongue in to let you taste yourself even more deeply.

Between kisses, Kai pulls your shirt the rest of the way off. You end up doing the same for him—with his help—and you run your hands over the newly exposed skin, feeling the soft but firm ridges of his abs underneath your palms. The length of his cock presses against his sleep pants, half-hard and still rising. Somewhere below you, Taemin removes your panties and pajama pants from around your ankles, and even though you feel spent, your body is already reacting to the idea of him pressing your legs open wider and pushing into you.

“Turn on your stomach,” Taemin instructs, though he’s already grabbing your hips and shifting you over before you can do it yourself. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to palm your ass as he does, his digits dipping down between your legs like he’s going to start fingering you again. Some nights, he can spend forever doing just that—pulling you apart with his hands and mouth and denying you his dick until he finally feels like giving it to you.

His plans for tonight are a little different, though.

Taemin taps your lower back and says, “I think you know what to do.” You can’t see his face, but he must be giving Kai a certain look because the other man smirks, shaking his head.

“Come closer,” you say to Kai, because just as Taemin predicted, you know exactly what he expects you to do. You run your fingers up the length of Kai’s strong thighs, feeling the hard muscle of them and bringing your hands up higher to caress the bulge straining against his pants. Kai’s eyes grow heavier as he watches you palm his dick, and he settles himself in front of you with his legs spread.

You could probably occupy yourself all night with pulling reactions out of him and teasing him, getting to know what he likes and making him drip sticky precum down your hand. You are too eager to see his dick and feel him in your mouth, however, so you drag the waistband of his pants and underwear lower to bring it out. It’s thicker than Taemin’s, pretty and tan with prominent veins, and you can only imagine how it’s going to feel once he actually gets inside of you. Kai watches you with burning eyes as you grip the base in your hand and get his dick wet with your saliva, sliding your tongue across the shaft. A heavy, shaky breath leaves him when your mouth makes the first contact.

Behind you, Taemin’s cock nudges your entrance and then pushes in, and you whimper from being stretched while Kai’s dick bumps against your lips. Taemin keeps his hands on your ass as he begins thrusting into you, taking his time with it and building your pleasure up with slow thrusts. You want Taemin to move faster and send you spiraling headfirst into pleasure again, though. You whine with your mouth still around Kai’s tip, which makes him give an answering moan.

“Stop playing around and swallow his dick, Y/N,” Taemin taunts you from above. He angles his hips a bit differently to find your g-spot, and you make a choked noise when he locates it, causing Kai’s dick to slip from your mouth.

“Shut up, Taem. It’s not like you’re making it easy.” Taemin gives a sudden rough thrust in answer to that, and even Kai grins at the pleasured expression on your face and the surprised yelp you let loose.

“Try harder.” Taemin insists, and he lands a swift slap on your ass. It’s not harsh, but it’s enough to make you cry out. “You want her throat around your dick, don’t you, Jongin?”

Kai raises his eyebrows at Taemin’s words, but the twitch of his cock in your hand and the bob of his Adam’s apple are unmistakable. “Can you take it?” Kai asks you, voice thick with desire.

“Give it to me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Kai to slide in. You’ve deep-throated Taemin numerous times before, and you are impatient to let Kai try it now. His gaze darkens, and he grips his cock and leads it deeper into your mouth. He shudders visibly when the warm, wet heat of your mouth envelops him. He hesitates for a moment, like he doesn’t want to go too deep and hurt you, but you look up at him from beneath your lashes with your best pleading eyes and he is completely lost to your longing expression. His stomach tenses when he pushes further, feeling the tight space of your throat squeezing around his tip. More precum drips from him.

“Good girl,” Taemin whispers from above, his eyes glued to the back of your head. He leans forward for a better view so he can watch Kai’s dick disappear between your lips, and that movement ends with his hips pressed flush against your ass, his length as far in you as it will go. You moan helplessly around Kai as Taemin continues fucking you at this depth and angle, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly. You feel beyond full, unable to think about anything other than the two men inside of you.

“Don’t come yet.” Taemin pushes into you as steadily as ever, rushing towards his own climax as his breaths grow more broken-off.

Kai groans as your tongue slides sloppily against his shaft, your body being repeatedly pushed forward by Taemin’s thrusts. He doesn’t even have to do much work to fuck your mouth. He only keeps his hand at the back of your head, more because he just needs to touch you somewhere rather than trying to control the pace. The wet and filthy sounds of his dick hitting the back of your throat bring him ever closer to his end, but Taemin’s gaze gives him pause. “You’re telling me not to come yet?”

“You still have to fuck her,” Taemin says, smacking your ass again. He slows his pace momentarily to lift your hips slightly, sneaking his hand beneath you to circle his fingers around your clit, and your body tenses as you give a stifled cry. “You’ve got to feel her. This pussy is so fucking good, isn’t it, Y/N? Want him to fuck this needy little hole? You’re already getting tighter around me just thinking about it...how dirty.” There’s no way to respond with your mouth currently occupied; you only give a low, shuddering moan.

“F-fuck.” Kai abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to stave off the orgasm threatening to overtake him at the sight of you looking so fucked-out. Like Taemin said, he definitely wants—needs—to be inside of you at least once before the night is over.

“J-Jong—” You want to beg for him to put his dick back in your mouth, gripping his thighs and trying to get closer, but those attempts are lost when your climax finally comes crashing over you. Taemin keeps his hand on your lower back to prevent you from squirming away from him as he continues thrusting into you throughout your orgasm, overstimulating your already wired senses. Weak with pleasure and shaking, you let Taemin use your body to get closer to his own end, which you’re more than happy to do.

Seconds later, Taemin is pulling out of you and stroking his dick, spilling his cum on your lower back and your ass. He lets go of his dick and slips it between your ass cheeks, thrusting between them and milking himself of the last few drops. He smirks at the messy creation he’s made all over your skin.

When Taemin lies on the bed next to you, Kai sheds his pants and takes his place. Kai gently turns you onto your back and grabs your weakened legs, pulling them around his waist, and you let him maneuver your body as he wants.

When he pushes into you, you almost want to sob at the way his dick spreads you open, sliding deep inside your oversensitive pussy. His eyebrows crease together at how you feel around him, so warm and wet.

Kai’s pace is not as quick as Taemin’s; his strokes are deep and hard as he buries himself inside and pulls nearly all the way out. Your lingering pleasure is stoked even higher by the intense way he’s fucking you, and your muscles feel like they might cramp up, but he keeps your legs spread open for better access.

“Is it good, Y/N? Do you love it?” Taemin asks from beside you, his voice light and airy as if he’s in awe of it all. His hands sneak over to your breasts, and his lips soon follow.

“Fuck, yes.” Kai brings one of your legs up to his shoulder to get a better angle. His gaze is burning as he looks at you and Taemin—Taemin sucking your breasts, your knitted eyebrows and half-open mouth, the sight of his shaft disappearing into you. “You feel s-so good. So fucking deep...” You grab Kai’s arms on either side of you, nails pricking his skin.

“Y/N…” Kai’s voice has grown rough, tinged with desperation. Sweat drips from his face and down his abs. His pace increases, and the tension tightens in your lower stomach again as his hips slap against yours.

Taemin grips your chin and turns your face towards his, sliding his tongue into your mouth in a wet kiss. At the same time, he moves his other hand lower to stroke his fingers across your clit, and this pushes you off the edge into a dizzying orgasm. It’s strong enough to turn your whole world blurry with an endless ecstasy.

When Kai gets close, he pulls out like Taemin did to jerk himself off and come across your stomach, painting your skin with his warm cum. His groans are deep and rich and lovely, and they make you clench with the last waning vestiges of your orgasm.

Kai lies beside you on the free side that Taemin isn’t occupying, keeping one hand on your thigh like he needs to have some part of you always touching him.

“We need to clean up,” you mumble, uncomfortable with the cum drying on your skin, though you’re also trying to battle the increasing sleepiness threatening to drape itself over your eyes like a veil.

“Maybe later.” Taemin throws an arm around your waist and cuddles his face into your neck. Kai grins and nudges his nose against your ear, tickling your skin. Their breaths fan over your skin, and you sigh and close your eyes, contented despite the mess.

“Fine. As long as you carry me to the shower later.”

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yinses · 3 years

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—hawks ft. established relationship + dom!keigo + exhibition + overstim

rating: 18+ a/n: thank you so much to @ultimate-astridwriting for allowing me to be part of this collab !! it was the shove i needed to get back into the fandom. hawks has always been my favorite hero so i hope to do him justice.

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fist pressed against his cheek, he browsed over the sight before him, taking it all in without considering really any details. fighting a smirk, he cocked an eyebrow.

“i’m not feeling the color. change it for the other one.”

to be frank, he had no particular preferences for color, design, texture or any of that shit–though, he did have a weakness for anything with a pretty flare to it, the air of innocence that he loved to bathe you in with all the frills and fluff. however, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t fond of deciding which palettes suited you best. but he had a specific reason as to why he voiced that particular opinion of his.

sale’s representatives, all mascara-lined eyes and glossy lips, held your hands by your side in a surrendering position as they paraded you in front of your boyfriend as though this was his own private fashion show. and in a way it was, he’d spent good hard earned money renting out the area for a few hours. enjoying it all from his throne placed perfectly in front of the changing rooms, watching how you were dragged in and out by the forceful employees with him picking out what items you wore.

the clatter of the sale’s girls dragging you back in the changing room again, drew him from his thoughts. you were a flushed mess, struggling to wriggle away from their sharp nails while insisting that you could walk on your own. overall, you'd have been rather accommodating to his whims. but you always were. and as such a good girl, he would reward you for it. for now though, he couldn’t resist giving you a mocking smirk when you tried to grab him and failed miserably at that.

back to the prison of hands again, he noted, as they closed the door behind them and made a fuss over what you disliked and what he wanted. as more girls pecked at you to stay still while they taught you how to wear the clothing properly. outside, keigo waited patiently for them to be done as his eyes travelled from one end of the store to the other, looking at the fancy lingerie and wondering what would actually be perfect for you. but then again, to be painfully honest, you made anything here look good.

and then there's also another fact that he had to come to terms with.

he liked you best without anything on.

with only your bare skin, lying amidst the fluffy pillow with silken sheets tangled around your body. legs demurely spread, hands placed above your head and looking as though you were begging to be dominated. that was certainly the very image of excellence that any man could ever ask for. wanton eyes, warm cheeks, slightly parted lips, panting–ah, but you would gasp wordlessly as he’d stolen your voice many rounds prior. keeping his eyes peeled on the floor, the man shuddered briefly and rolled his shoulders back to remind himself that he was in a store and any further acts of indecency would totally be out of the question. especially when he remembered how you straddled him last night, thighs over his torso. sinking in inch by inch, throwing your head back when he bucked up a bit too hard on you–

"mr. hawks, what do you think of this?"

there you stood, with your hands still raised again, eyes watering under the torment of these awful ladies. biting your lips with warmth tainting your cheeks, hair cascading over your shoulders and meeting the body that was hugged by a pair of lingerie. strapless and curvaceous mounds of yours, covered with a brassiere. a matching panty, complete with small laces forming gathers on the hems as they trailed invitingly towards to garter at your thighs.

he stared.

and blinked.

only once.

"sir?" one of the older females repeated, raising her eyebrows. "…what do you think?"

trying to cover up the fact that his awkward silence was making the room uncomfortable with anticipation, keigo casually leaned backwards and crossed his legs together. his wings fluttered in reflection of his thoughts, rising and falling with each new epiphany. dark eyes walked all over your body, drinking in how your breasts were perfectly pressed together and how your legs trembled when his eyes stopped at the ribbons of the panty. finally hovering over your face, where when eyes met, your blush darkened and you immediately dropped your gaze to your bare feet. he smirked at that sinfully innocent reaction of yours.

coy today, were you not?

without skipping a beat, keigo drew out a card and threw it over to one of the sale’s girls, who fumbled as she tried to catch it with her clammy fingers. eyes still locked at your face, knowing that with his stare alone he was making you feel uncomfortable. and damn, he still loved seeing you squirm around like a virgin on her wedding night.

"i'm taking everything that she tried on just now," he answered loftily, still seated on the cushiony sofa, leaning his head against one arm and letting the other one tap rhythmically on the armrest. when the employees all squeaked out a pathetic noise of agreement, keigo allowed his lips to curve upwards in a smirk as he drawled out the next order; "charge what you need on it, i don't give a shit. and oh, and don't forget to charge what it takes to buy this section for another hour. turn off the surveillance too while you're at it because this area's mine from the time being."

needless to say, their faces instantly decolorized. but they wouldn’t challenge his demands. the brief raise of his massive scarlet wings was an unnecessary reminder as they stretch languidly without threat. he was a hero after all. who were they to challenge a frivolous form of stress relief?

he had no doubt that they had an inkling of what would occur over the next hour or so. but he was certain the gossip would get lost in the rumor mill.

hawks was a rather eccentric individual. what isn’t he up to these days?

keigo had never saw the staff evaporating and clearing the area within less than a minute as they closed off the doors behind them, leaving this particular section untouched for the next event that was about to take place.

it really did not make you feel any better though.

"little dove."

he watched as you jumped, realizing his attention was solely on you now. you raised your eyes to his again, locking eyes with deviously glinting ones. right now, at this moment, keigo knew how much power he held over you, and damn well he was about to abuse his privileges to no end. leaning snugly against the soft backing of the sofa, he cupped his chin with his palm and arrogantly raised an eyebrow when you shuddered under his disturbing gaze. you looked much as though you were lost and backed into a corner with nowhere else to go. keigo smirked; haughty, superior, dominating you single-handedly, and his other hand rose slightly from the armrest.

a single finger curled inwardly.

a low voice

commanding.

"come here, now"

you knew what came from that tone, but the words didn’t ignite the same spark as it did within the safe space of your home.

you only hesitated briefly, but it was still a second to long for his tastes as his lips already began curling down in disappointment. your heart rapped heedlessly against your ribcage, sent spiraling into an off-beat staccato as you quickly tried to alleviate the shift in mood.

never in your relationship had you considered denying keigo. not the man who laid out everything you could have asked for on a silver platter. it's just that-

your feet crossed the minimal distance necessary to appear agreeable though your face still twists in concern.

“really? …. you want to have sex …. here?”

fingertips grapple anxiously while your eyes dart across the empty but still very publicly accessible room.

“now?”

keigo already look bored with the exchange, digits curling once more with something just outside of patience.

“yes, now.”

his wings flex in consideration, yet he doesn’t move to rise form his seat. instead he changes tactics.

“i just want to show a bit of appreciation for all the pretty things i just bought you.’’

it sounds backwards … as if those should be the words coming out of your mouth not his. but the hint doesn’t come any stronger than the easy grin that spreads across his lips. he even makes a show of lounging back against the cushioned seat, body open in invitation should you dare.

and bite you did, teeth nibbling at the bait as you approach. keigo remains still, though his eyes dance with barely contained excitement as you gingerly crawl into his lap, fancy garments already rubbing enticingly against his thighs?.

the flap of his wings welcome gusts of winds and gratitude as his arms curl around you. the hand at your cheek tilts your head up to meet his gaze. it was always so easy for you to get lost in those specks of liquid gold. but now there was hardly any left to admire with the way his pupils were blown wide with lunch.

a shiver tickles your spine and you’re vaguely away that he’s kissing the line of your jaw, whispering soft words of encouragement as his hips raise to rock subtlety. it all left you shuddering in peaked anticipation as your worries melted into the recesses of your mind.

the hand cupping the roundness of your face stops you before you can lean in for more, the nose brushing against the tip of your nuzzling there in brief affection as he garnered the fraying tips of your attention. “yes?”

the fog of arousal abated a little at the question as your conscious thoughts swam back into the surface to input the code that would spiral you into your deepest desires.

“yes,” you verbally consented as you leaned up into him for a needy kiss. keigo swept his tongue out, meeting the the soft upper palate of your mouth with languid strokes. a rumbling trill greets you when you nibble in response. keigo eagerly chases you into a fevor of song and dance, building your body up to the inevitable fall he plans to send you crashing down in.

when he breaks the kiss, his eyes drop to the price tag still resting innocently against the swell of your bosom. he snaps it away from the fabric, uncaring of the threat against its delicacy as he tosses the flimsy paper to the side.

there were plenty more where it came from. and he was yearning to get the real show on the road.

“now then. how could i possibly show my thanks?”

nails dig into his shoulders for purchase as you rock traction into the firmness of his lap. keigo meets the upward curve of your hips with a sneaky dive of his hand between your thighs where his hand warms the skin there.

you expect him to dip right in, cognitive of the spare time the two of you had to play. but as a dangerous smile twists at his mouth, you realize this is hawks time, a reality that flows differently than everyone else’s.

“trying to decide if i want you to keep these on or not. “ he contemplates aloud, fingers plucking at the elastic.” i mean it would be a shame to leave them out.”

you nod mutely, ready to agree with whatever favored progression. keigo’s gaze narrowed at the silent insinuation “what? you want to make this into a quickie? but we have so many outfits to try.”

you already knew that, acutely aware of each and every article of clothing that had been zipped, tied or squeezed around your body. and you were grateful of each and every addition, would even gladly spend the next few weeks letting him fuck you in each variation against your shared mattress at home.

what you wanted now was for him to come so that you could start that private show within your own walls.

keigo chooses to go for an adorable pout, lips pulling on aged heart strings, yet managing to make them go taut all the same. he waits until your body soften from the tension, aiding the transition with slow strokes against your back and inner leg.

“one pair.”

it’s your back that losses his touch in order for him to bring a single finger in front of your face.

“let me ruin one pair with my come and we can call it quits.”

and you say okay. brining your pelvis back into an enticing dance as you meld that pout into an eager kiss. you were already dressed for the occasion and had all the tips and tricks in your inventory to help him reach his goal. one easy step and you could be on your way.

how naive you still were.

eight pair now. he’d brought you near completion just as many times before halting the grind of your hips with a frown. he mad for a rather convincing curator, inspecting each and every pair of to the finest thread.

‘too blue.’

‘too much lace.’

‘it just doesn’t feel right. ‘

‘why don’t we try something else?’

true to his word, keigo had been determined to find the perfect pair to meet him at the edge of nirvana, and dragged you from one painstakingly near orgasm to the next along the way.

"stop."

you whimpered desperately, pressing your forehead against his shoulder as you forced yourself to remain seated with him throbbing deeply within you. pulsing, hot, too hot. scorching you inwardly and causing strange sensations to sear through your veins. his hands were still on the armrest, they were not on you, they were not driving you crazy with their constant teasing and whatnot this time. because he was not doing anything to make you this crazy when you were already this crazy for him.

his lips smirked against the shell of your ear, a moist tongue peeking out to leave a wet trail. you fought every inch of yourself to stop your hips from moving again. because of his command, you could not move. you could not bring yourself to move. simply because it was his desire and you could not deny him.

"close?" he murmured darkly into your ear, wispy breath tickling your neck. making a sharp sensation run down your spine, forcing you to arch against him and pressing your bare breasts against his chest. he knew it, he knew that he drove you this wanton for him, all desperate and wanting more.

and yes, you were too close.

too close until one more move, he could make you topple over the chasm of ecstasy without even doing anything to you.

"hmm," he whispered this time, continuing his words with a foreboding edge as his lips brushed against your neck, against your ear, over your cheeks and teeth lightly nipping at your bottom lip. making you try to kiss him, but he pulled away just like that and watched in sadistic satisfaction when you gave an exasperated groan. "i was too. and then i saw a pretty olive green peeking out of that pile over there."

there was hardly any vigor left in you to groan.

you pressed your forehead against his slick neck, letting your warm gasps leave his skin, as your head desperately twisted in pinpricks of denied pleasure at his command. it was all a game, one that you could end with a single uttered word from your lips. but you’d never been a quitter, something keigo admired in you. his desires took you on erotic journeys you would have never dared to attempt in prior relationships. perhaps you were becoming just as debauched as he was.

there probably wasn’t even fabric of that color lying around and if there was it they weren’t within his eyesight. keigo was painfully teasing you with this, building up your desire to the most desperate extent because you could not stand anymore. and he knew it too. he throbbed against your walls, the sporadic pulsing sending shrapnel of lust into your loins, and you told yourself that if you were compliant to his orders, then he would surely reward you afterwards.

he would.

he always did.

"okay," he spoke up again, pressing his cheek against yours because he knew that you had if he didn’t end it now, then he wouldn’t get out of it what he wanted. bright eyes were still glowing deviously under the chandeliers of the store, making him appear feral. it provided a visual desire for you to nip his ear, to lick his neck and to kiss his lips.

"you can move now, dove. let’s finish this and go home."

what an alluring goal that was, twinkling encouragingly from finish-line.

you gulped harshly, feeling your legs too weak to push you upwards again. because he stopped you countless times and made a pleasure overload overrun in your body, turning your limbs to jelly.

a simple shake of your head was all the answer that you could muster.

it was either that or you would faint from the sheer ecstasy.

that made him smirk devilishly again when he looked at you, taut cheeks, lust-darkened blue eyes, a trickle of sweat running down his temple from the amount of restraint he was putting on himself. you felt as though you were opened, taken, torn from within by this man alone when he chuckled, pressing those sinful-stained lips to your forehead.

"maybe if you would beg just right, i’d bother to move."

whining, you shake your head as every cry you knew spilled past your lips. you begged, to pleaded keigo to move so that he would put you out of this torture. so that he could make you reach that blinding bliss, that your nerves would tighten and your toes would curl. so that you would clench around him tightly, that he could come together with you in this passionate endeavor.

too desperate, nerves tingling with his every wicked command, your shaking hands slowly rose and cupped his cheeks, feeling his soft, flushed skin under your touch and forcing him to look at you in the face. your lashes falling part way over your gaze. plump, bitten lips drawing closer and closer and closer to him and closer and closer and closer with every second. him slowly moving forward to join his mouth with yours in a desperate kiss, and you suddenly paused, letting only your lips brush against his, not moving forward anymore.

his eyes hardened when he felt your words form at his lips.

please.

it seemed as though playtime was finally over, for now.

keigo adopted a fast and hard pace, thighs jerking up to meet your earnestly with each slap of skin. the force of his thrust jolted you into a haphazard bounce as you fumbled desperately for traction and stability. each pull and push of your joined bodies was accompanied by a tremulous whimper as you gasped and groaned against the shell of his ear. keigo knew the sweet vocalizations weren’t completely for his sake, but more of the aftershocks of the broken damn as they spilled through the cracks of your lips.

he still hummed, pleased as his mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple protruding from the fine silk still managing to encase your breast. it was a combination of the gyration of your hips and his own weakening resolve that triggered his own orgasm as he finally let go with broken explicative.

your own pleasure was brought to you without chase, almost a reward for your efforts as you withered through it. keigo’s quiet praises wash over you like aloe, softening the worst of the burnings sensations as your thighs quake in protest. he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck as his arms encircle you and drag you down with him.

the already too small chaise had to be uncomfortable for his wings with your additional weight but he never voiced a complaint as the rose and fell over your sweaty skin. neither did you, despite the sticky resistance of his spent coating the inside of your thighs. at least you wouldn’t have to walk home in this particular pair. not that you planned on walking period as you grumbled a demands that he would be flying you both home.

he snickers all while peppering a series of kisses against your nose,” anything you want, little dove.”

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Someone to Love.

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Alpha Jungkook x Omega OC Werewolf Au!

Genre ! : Fluff . Mild Angst. Mild Smut.

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Summary : Widowed Omega Aerin isn't really looking for love. But Jeon Jungkook the handsome alpha who gets washed over a waterfall, is willing to offer it to her anyway.

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The thing about living in a clan as small as ours, was that word always travelled fast.

We were a close knit pack, everyone knew everyone and more importantly, everyone was always in everyone’s business. Which is why, it was no surprise that, even before the Head Alpha could send word for me, I already knew about the young alpha who had , apparently, washed over the waterfall. The drop was a good twenty five feet and the bottom of the pool littered with sharp rocks. He was obviously injured.

As the healer, I would have to be there to examine him.

Nevertheless, I waited till Jinyoung came knocking on my door, sometime after the midday meal, his face urgent and voice a little shaky. I had just finished wrapping my daughter against my breast, tying the end of the flannel across my back and over my shoulder . I pulled on the ends, securing the wrap around my torso, and making sure her limbs were free to move about.

Sera giggled, chubby fists wet with drool as she shoved them into her mouth. She was teething and that meant excessive drooling and a penchant for biting everything I sight. But like this, she was usually well settled, the warmth of my body and my scent lulling her to a drwsy state. She would be asleep by the time we reached the injured wolf.

My son was still out playing with the other alpha pups in the woods. He wouldn’t be back till sundown. And even if he did, Joowon was almost nine winters old now. He could fend for himself in the hut till I got back.

I quickly grabbed my shawl, wrapping it over my shoulder, before moving to the door and opening it.

“Aerin? Alpha Kim sent for you, there’s an injured wolf you need to tend to.” He said urgently and I didn’t miss the four or five young omegas hovering behind him, giggling and coy. I shook my head. Apparently, even a half dead, injured alpha wasn’t safe from these younglings. I gave them a chiding smile but they merely laughed some more.

“Of course, Jinyoung . Let me just grab my bag.” I quickly picked the small carry-all tote I used for visits. It had almost all the tinctures, ointments and salves that I stocked in the apothecary attached to my hut, in smaller quantities. I also kept a polished set of needles and tools in case I had to extract stubborn splinters of jagged rock ends out of flesh. For being one of the strongest breed, it was ridiculous how often alphas got hurt doing the silliest things.

Like going over a waterfall.

As we began the short trek over to the Head alpha’s cabin, the throng of smitten omegas surrounded me, looking bright eyed.

“They say he’s very handsome, unnie. And young!” One of them laughed.

I hummed.

“Then one must hope the rocks in the pool didn’t leave too much of a mark .” I said casually.

“I wouldn’t mind a scar or two, as long as he has his…you know..” Another set of giggles.

I shook my head, laughing. The girls were incorrigible but that was their right. They were all young, barely twenty and unmated. They knew nothing about the marriage bed , nothing about the intimacy that came with it. The love the commitment. My heart ached.

Two years and still my heart ached something fierce .

“Just tell him he has to rest for a month at least, unnie. Tell him he can’t leave for a month and I’ll work my charm.” The Head Alpha’s daughter Jisoo gave me a sharp little smile and I shook my head.

“I’ll do no such thing. And I don’t appreciate you lusting after a man who may well be dying.” I said sternly and Jisoo had the good grace to blush.

“Unnie, its just that…. I’m bored of all these dumb alphas panting after me. They’re so…uncouth. I just want to meet someone new.” She pouted.

We reached the small hillock that would lead to the Head alpha’s house and I gave her a smile.

“Well, in that case, I’ll patch him up real good for you. But till then, you and your girls, why don’t you go occupy yourselves elsewhere.”

Jisoo wrinkled her nose but listened and I smiled at Jinyoung, hugging sera closer to my chest and making haste to the hut in front of us. Jinyoung led me to a side door and further into a room at the end of the narrow corridor.

“Aerin! Child… You’re here!” The Head alpha held his arms out and I embraced him quickly. The injured alpha was laid out in the middle of the room on a thick pallet of straw and blankets. They had stripped him of his wet clothes and he looked like he was sleeping. I stared at his face and felt my breath catch.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn’t look away. Right up , I could make out three flesh wounds, jagged and slightly deep : one across his brow, another across his shoulder and one right over his chest. Dark ink curled all over his torso and he looked young but also like a warrior.

“We just found out he’s from the Jeon clan. The head alpha’s son.” Yugyeom, knelt by his shoulders, pointing out the inked shoulder which marked him as the heir to the Jeon pack.

“We’ve already sent word. They’ll be here to fetch him in a day or so. We need only tend to him till then. Well. Give him all hospitality and treat him like a king. We need to remain in the Jeon’s good graces.” The Head alpha said sternly and all of them bowed.

I quickly, grabbed my bag, laying it out on the floor and crawling over to his side.

“Hot water and spirit , please.” I told the maid standing by but the Head alpha quickly held a hand up.

“Aerin ah? I have a meeting here with the Min and Jung clan leaders. The autumn festival is set to begin tonight. Its impossible for me to keep him here and all the other alphas are going to be busy too. I want him to get the best care possible and I can think of no one better than you, fort this task. Can we shift him to your hut?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t really entertain patients in my house. Especially not alphas. My son got jittery and my daughter was too used to my own scent.

“As a personal favor to your alpha?” He said insistently, eyes flashing red and I realized it wasn’t a request. Rather a command.

“I… Yes, alpha.” I said hesitantly. “ Can I just examine him now, make sure nothing’s broken, before we shift him?”

“Yes of course my dear.” The alpha bowed before stepping aside. I quickly glanced at everyone else.

“Please leave.” I said quickly and they flushed, bowing before moving out of the room.

“Should I stay , Aerin?” Jinyoung asked nervously and I shook my head. “ Just wait outside and close the door for me, Jin.”

Once the door shut, I quickly glanced down at Sera who had curled into my chest and fallen asleep. I brought a bit of the fabric by chest over her head, so she wouldn’t get too much of the alpha’s scent. Kneeling down, I went about peeling the blanket off him.

He was a beautiful man, I thought absently, long limbs and thick muscles all over and it was no doubt his strong, well kept body that had saved him.

Other than a few more surface wounds on his legs and a gash on his thigh, he seemed relatively unharmed. I did run my fingers over his joints and arms, carefully looking for any swelling or discoloration that would signify broken bones. I carefully gripped his shoulders, turning him over gently to examine his back. I made a mental note of all the cuts that looked like they would have to be sewn together, so I could prepare enough string for it. I leaned over to press my ears against his chest, noting the rise and fall of his lungs.

A hand brushed over the back of my head, gentle and soft.

I jumped, wrapping both hands around sera and scooting back in panic, eyes wide as I stared at the man on the floor, now blinking tiredly at me.

“I… I..” I couldn’t get my words out and he groaned .

“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” He whispered.

I blinked, blood rushing to my face as I tried to calm my breathing.

“Jinyoung!!!” I yelled sharply and the door opened, Jinyoung stepping in and staring wide eyed at the alpha on the pallet. He was struggling to sit up and I quickly pulled myself together.

“Alpha Jeon! Please… You must stay still. ” I said quickly, pushing my palms against his chest, helping him lay back down, trying to ignore how his eyes danced all over my face, nostrils flared .” I’m Aerin, the healer from the Kim pack. You remember what happened today?”

He groaned again, lifting a shaky hand to press against his head. I moved closer, gently reaching out to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers away from the still wet wound on his brow, and his eyes clashed against mine, wide and steady. He stared pointedly at where my fingers curled around his wrists and I let go quickly.

“Yes….. one of the pups almost went over the waterfall. I… I tried to get him out.” He said softly. He glanced at Jinyoung. The latter looked away, clearly nervous.

“Pup?” I asked, heart dropping and he gave me a small smile. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his lips as he chuckled lightly.

“Can you help me up, kid?” He asked softly and Jinyoung startled, glancing at me.

I shook my head. I turned to Jungkook, heart racing. He sighed, resting back against the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. I managed to toss her back to her father just before I went over the edge. I’m certain that she’s perfectly alright.”

“well, that’s a relief.” I hesitated, feeling awkward. Sera stirred and Jungkook’s gaze went to her again.

“she’s yours?” He asked gently and I blinked, glancing at Jinyoung nervously. It seemed too personal but I couldn’t imagine not answering without seeming rude.

“Yes, sire.” I bowed politely, moving back a bit more as Jungkook inhaled and reached out again, this time gripping my wrist. He scented the air and I flinched , yanking my hand away and quickly standing up, uncomfortable. He was still staring at me, gaze steady.

“You… You can tell the others that he’s conscious. We can move-” I stopped when the alpha cut me off.

“You don’t smell mated. You haven’t been with a man in years.” He said quietly and now Jiyoung looked uncomfortable too.

“Alpha Jeon, I-”

“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”

My heart jumped at the thought of addressing him so intimately. I shook my head.

“I’m looking for a mate. Can I court you, angel?” He said suddenly and my jaw dropped.

“There’s… There’s a dozen unmated omegas outside.” I choked out. Was I dreaming ? This couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not what I asked. Whom must I speak with? To court you? Your Head alpha.” He turned to Jinyoung. “ Please send word to Alpha Kim that I require an audience with him. And that its very important that he come here as soon as possible.”

“Please don’t.” I said quietly, feeling my body tremble and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” He said quietly.

I shook my head.

“I have a son. I’m not… I have a son. He’s almost nine winters old. He still… He loves his father. The man who raised him… I can’t…. it would break him. Please, Alpha Jeon. You have power here and I have none. Your word is law and I’m bound to honor it but please, please consider. My son…”

Jungkook’s gaze softened incredibly at that.

“I have a ten year old brother.” He said gently. “ What you’re saying is that it isn’t the head alpha’s approval that I need. It is your son’s.”

I blinked, thrown.

“I…”

“Then you must promise me this. If your son…” He paused, “ What’s his name?”

“I… Joowon.”

“If Joowon tells you that he wouldn’t mind having me in his life….will you consider letting me court you.”

I could only stare. Jinyoung cleared his throat looking completely enthralled by the drama unfolding in front of him. I saw a glint of mischief in his gaze and felt my hackles rise.

“Alpha, there’s a festival in our clan. It lasts three weeks and is filled with festivities and joyous celebrations. I do believe the Kim pack would be honored to have you stay with us, enjoying our hospitality and the bountiful gifts of nature we here in the lowlands enjoy.”

I gaped at him in disbelief.

“I… “

“That’s settled then. I will send for my pack members as well. They would love to share this time with you.” He turned to me.

I exhaled, certain that he had hit his head on the way down the falls.

“You’re insane.” I said softly, shaking my head. “ You’re free to enjoy all that my clan has to offer…. But, I’m not on the menu, Alpha Jeon.”

I quickly stood up.

“Tell Alpha Kim that he can fend for himself in one of the huts we have for heats and ruts. I’ll send one of my apprentices to sew up his wounds and apply salve on him.”

“I’m afraid not, Aerin. You know what the chief said. It has to be you.” Jin grinned and I glared at him.

Jungkook was smiling too.

“Come now, angel. Just because you don’t like me ….yet… don’t shun your duties.”

Good Lord.

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“Fucking hell, what the actual fuck…” Jungkook swore and I glared at him, grabbing a strip of white linen and balling it up before pressing it into his mouth, gagging him.

He stared at me, eyes wide in surprise and mouth open around the fabric.

“Stop swearing in front of my son.” I snapped. Joowon laughed, carefully threading the twine through the eye of the cleaned needle. He dipped the twine and the needle into the warm water and the spirit again.

“Come now mother, you know I can say worse things.” He stuck his tongue out and I glared at him.

“Not in this house, you can’t. Also keep it down… I’ve just put Sera to bed.” I carefully pinched the skin over his chest together before reaching out and slipping the needle into his skin. I worked carefully and diligently, focused on the task and when I was finally done, I glanced up, only for my gaze to clash with Jungkook’s.

“I.. were you staring the whole time?” I asked, blushing. Jungkook spat the gag out and grinned, boyish and naughty.

“Can’t help it. The view is truly breathtaking.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that there are omegas here who would love to be courted by you. You haven’t met any of them yet and that is why you seem to be … so… “ I shook my head.

“Joowon ah… Who’s the most beautiful woman in this clan?” Jungkook asked firmly and my son hummed from next to me.

“Mother, of course.”

I gaped at the pair of them.

“See? I trust Joowon’s judgement implicitly. “ Jungkook shrugged.

Joowon laughed again and I didn’t miss the looks he kept tossing at the alpha. Curious but also laced with a lot of admiration. I wasn’t surprised. Joowon had never been suspicious or hesitant in offering his friendship to people. And Jungkook had regaled him with tales about hunts and fishing trips and kayak rides in rapids….. and the younger was now clearly intrigued and almost halfway to smitten with the man.

My own heart raced , pulse pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. And yet, I knew it was futile. Men like Jungkook…. They didn’t really fall in love with women like me. All these flowery words, all this flirting….it was for one thing only. And once he got it, he would leave. Of course he would.

But that was the problem. For the first time in two years, I considered it. Considered letting him have it….have me. But with it , came a nagging wish that he wasn’t joking. That perhaps, I wasn’t as….undesirable as my late husband had made me feel.

I shook my head to clear the haze of dreams, impossible girlish dreams that came with his scent and his proximity. I didn’t want to go down that road. I wasn’t… I may be younger than Jungkook but I was still too old to be courted and to start a new life with someone. Least of all someone like Jungkook.

I glanced back up at him as I carefully applied salve on the stitches, fingers light on dusky smooth skin. He was still staring at me, and as I bent in closer, his hair brushed my forehead. My eyes fell on his nipple and my mouth went dry. I breathed out and looked up at him, shaking my head and pulling away.

“You’re all done alpha.” I whispered.

His hand crept up to my knee, squeezing gently.

“I’m just getting started.” He whispered and I bit my lips, looking away.

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“Father… you shouldn’t have come .” Jungkook was groaning and I could only stare in horror , trying to process the fact that both Alpha Jeon and his wife were now standing in my hut, fussing over their son and ruffling his hair like he was five years old.

“Nonsense !” Alpha Jeon thundered, making me jump. “ You went over the waterfall and you expect me to not be worried. I brought our healer but I see the Kim clan has an exceptionally talented young healer themselves. My son looks as good as new , dear girl.” He grinned at me and I smiled shakily.

“I’m going to court her, father.” Jungkook said without any preamble and my heart dropped to my knees. Lady Jeon’s gaze snapped to me and I retreated further, clutching Sera to my chest in panic.

“No.. I.. no he’s not. I’m sorry, Alpha, I… I should go…” I dived for Joowon’s wrist, yanking my son along and moving to the door.

“Wait, child.” Lady Jeon’s voice made me still and I bit my lips, squeezing my eyes shut in horror. Surely whatever was coming…it couldn’t be good… t would be the same thing I’d heard over the years, the same threats, the same insults…

“Let me look at you.” Lady Jeon said and I trembled a bit, turning to her nervously, prepared for rejection and annoyance.

I found none.

All I could see was genuine interest that morphed into pleasure as she took in my features.

“What a beautiful girl you are.” She whispered , “ You can do so much better than my savage son, who apparently doesn’t know his way up or down a waterfall.”

Jungkook growled from the bed.

“Mother.”

Lady Jeon gave him a look.

“I’m serious. The Kim clan , I’m sure must have several fine young men, all of them willing to court her. What makes you think they would hand her over to you, Jungkook.” He said regally and I hesitated.

“I… I’ve been mated before. These are my kids.” I said hesitantly.

Lady Jeon blinked.

“Does that make a difference?”

I couldn’t respond, mind in shambles.

“Unless …what we’ve heard about the Kim clan isn’t true? And they are archaic and small minded when it comes to their women?” She said sharply, turning around to glare at my Head Alpha who looked horrified as he bowed.

“of course not , my lady..we… We all treat Aerin with the utmost respect.. She is as our daughter.”

“That is not what I asked. Has she not been courted?” Alpha Jeon asked gruffly and Jungkook made a noise of impatience.

“I’m saying I’ll court her, why is everyone-“

“Quiet Jungkook. “ Lady Jeon said sharply before turning to me.

“Have you not been courted after your husband’s death. Its unheard of for a young wolf to remain without a mate. Did none of the men in your clan step up?”

I hesitated before deciding on the truth.

“Joowon-ah? Could you go play outside for a while?” I said softly and he hesitated before glancing at Jungkook and running off. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I turned to Lady Jeon.

“They only offered to take me on as a mistress.” I said honestly, staring at my feet. “ And … I have a son. Old enough to understand these things. He… He heard his friends talk about how I was … He asked me if what they said was true…. If I was just anyone’s to use or take, now that his father was dead. I…. I had to reassure him that it wasn’t the case…. That I wouldn’t… That I didn’t need to warm anyone’s bed to survive.”

“She’s coming with us tomorrow.” Jungkook growled from the bed and I glared at him.

“Please let me finish.” I snapped. “ And yes, there are men here who feel that way but Alpha Kim is right. They have for the most part, treated me with great respect and I … I enjoy my life here. I’m not lacking for anything..” Except someone to love, someone to hold through cold winter nights, someone to share bright spring sunshine with…someone to kiss in the rain… someone who would go to war for me…

“So? You don’t accept my son’s offer of courting? Is that what you’re saying?” Lady Jeon asked gently.

“Don’t answer that.” Jungkook’s voice came from my right and I stared at him.

“Alpha Jeon…”

“Could all of you give me a moment alone with her?” Jungkook said quietly and Alpha Kim bowed.

“Please let me show you to your resting quarters.” He said gently and Jungkook’s parents shot him one last look before leaving the cabin. I stayed still as everyone filed out, one after the other.

Once it was just him and I, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Just three weeks.” He said softly, “ Give me three weeks. Three weeks and if at the end of it you tell me that you don’t want to leave your clan…I’ll accept it without argument. You’ll never see me again.”

I sighed in exhaustion.

“You’re going to be here for the three weeks of the festival anyway. My answer isn’t going to change. I’m not going to fall in love with you, alpha Jeon. ” I said quietly.

He grinned.

“I’m going to remind you of what you just said….six months from now…when you’re my wife.”

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Jungkook was out and about three days later and to my utter horror, jealousy reared its head when I saw the extent to which he was popular with the other omegas. I stayed in the sidelines, holding sera and keeping an eye on Joowon, watching Jungkook get accosted at every turn.

But Jungkook it seemed, had no interest in wooing me.

He was wooing my son.

“These are delicious, Jungkook.” Joowon said excitedly, hands full of candied fruits and honey dipped grapes.

“Stop calling him that…” I hissed , but Joowon merely stuck his tongue out at me, stuck firmly to Jungkook’s side. Jungkook sat on the hard ground of the hut, surrounded by wooden strip and workmen tools, building a miniature windmill for Joowon who had never seen one before. The wind didn’t hit the lowlands much but Jungkook’s clan lived up hill and the windmills helped bring water to the canals.

He gave me a grin, his eyes trained on my lips as I sung gently to Sera, rocking her back and forth on my arms.

“You must give some of that honeyed fruit to your mother too, won-ah… perhaps she will have something sweet to say to me.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I believe you’ve heard enough honey dipped words from the many omegas who can’t get enough of you.” I said impishly.

Jungkook laughed.

“ All I need is one word from you my lady….” He whispered and I flushed.

“ One word? No matter the question…? What word is that. ” I shook my head.

“Yes.” Jungkook smiled. “ Because it is that way with me. No matter the question , if you were the one asking, my answer would be yes.”

I stared at him, thrown by the magnitude of sincerity in his tone.

“Mother, ask him if he hates you…” Joowon giggled snapping me out of my thoughts.

I laughed and Jungkook glared.

“You’re supposed to be helping me brat.” He said with faux anger, eyes still excessively fond as he pulled my son into a playful headlock.

I watched them wrestle around Joowon smiling in a way that I had never seen him do in a long long time and my heart ached. Was it wrong… I wondered, to be this greedy? To want a lifetime of this….

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“ They say you never mourned him.” Jungkook sat on the rocking chair, shirt unbuttoned and Sera lying on his chest, the warmth of his body and the staccato of his heart lulling her to sleep . I sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, Joowon was already asleep nect to me, head resting on my lap.

I watched him, watched the large, rugged hand, so gentle on my daughter’s back, stroking her gently, as he hummed sweetly.

“there was nothing to mourn.” I whispered bitterly, threading my fingers through my son’s hair, the silky strands falling through like water.

“He wasn’t a good man then.”

I shook my head.

“He married me when I was sixteen. And when I was old enough to see him for what he was, he didn’t want me anymore. And he died because he tried to rape the Head Alpha’s daughter.” I felt that familiar sickening feeling of disgust.

Jungkook didn’t say anything merely staring off into the fire blazing in the hearth.

“Is that why you think…you’re too old?” He asked gently and I flushed.

“It didn’t help with my self esteem.” I admitted.

“And is that why you..hesitate? To tell me how you truly feel.”

“It’s complicated. I … It s not easy baring my heart to you…” I looked away.

“You’re beautiful. I want you. Everyday I feel like I’m falling deeper.” Jungkook said quietly.

I stared at him, stunned.

He turned around and smiled at me.

“It’s not complicated for me. Its hard to watch you keep me at arm’s length. It’s hard to go to sleep on the floor, knowing your warm body is at touching distance. Its hard watching these omegas mistreat you because they’re jealous of the attention you get from me. And its hard….telling myself I can’t just pull you into my arms and kiss you in front of them all so they know . ” He smiled, “But telling you how I feel? It’s not hard at all.”

I felt my mouth go dry and stared at my knees.

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“Marry me.” Jaebum had cornered me by the apothecary and I stared at him in shock.

“What?” I snapped, “ What nonsense is this? Move out of my way.”

“Alpha Kim wants Jisoo to marry Jungkook. He has asked one of us to get you out of the picture. And no one else wants another man’s sloppy seconds. I’m the only one who agreed so you should be honored. Just say yes and come with me.”

He made to grab me and I stumbled back in terror only to crahs into a broiad back, right behind me. A familiar scent and strong arms coming around to hug me.

“Perhaps, Alpha Kim should reconsider his plans. Because I’m sure he doesn’t want the entire Jeon clan to come to war with him.”

Jaebum stepped back.

“you would start a war over some omega?” He scoffed.

Jungkook grinned shaking his head.

“No. But I would start a war over my woman.”

Jaebum scoffed again before spitting at his feet and walking away. Jungkook glared at him till he disappeared from view. My limbs started trembling the moment I realized what had just happened. After years of working for these people…healing them and mending their wounds….Was this how they saw me?

I went limp in his arms and he hugged me close.

“Angel….are you alright?” Jungkook whispered and I swallowed, turning around and staring at him.

“I… They… Why would he do that?” I whispered and Jungkook reached out cupping my face gently.

“I don’t know. But he’s an idiot. As if I would let another man lay a finger on you…” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

I looked back up at him, letting my gaze fall to his lips. As if on cue the heavens opened and it began to rain… Jungkook swore, moving to find shelter but I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.

“Alpha Jeon…” I said quietly, water dripping down my face as the rain intensified . “ Will you kiss me?”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically wide. He was already dripping wet, hair falling in soaked strands into his eyes.

“Wh-What?”

“I’ve waited for many years for this kiss. A kiss in the rain. With a man who would go to war for me.”

Jungkook laughed at that and I stared as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to my forehead. Tears sprung at the tender gesture and I gripped the fabric of his tunic hard. Laughing I buried my face into his chest, as he pressed a multitude of kisses on top of my head.

“Angel. When I kiss you for the first time…it’s not going to stop with a kiss.” He winked.

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Leaving my clan was easier, when I reminded myself of what they had done. But I did my duty, offering my greetings and farewell to all the elders, before moving to link my fingers with Jungkook , who held Sera in his arms.

“ I owe you my gratitude. Because you’ve kept her safe all these years. But from now she holds no ties to your clan.” Jungkook said firmly, and I stepped closer to him.

I watched as Jungkook’s father shared a ceremonial glass of wine with the head alpha.

And just like that, I was no longer a Kim.

I was a Jeon.

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“Mother…” I whispered , mortified , watching Lady Jeon, wrap my daughter in her baby clothes, Packing her clothes and Joowon’s clothes as well. “ Please it isn’t necessary.”

“Nonsense. Jungkook and you need to spend time together. Alone. And I need to spend time with my grandchildren. I’ve already missed out on nine years of Joowon’s life , I refuse to miss out on another second. Besides, he has never seen a windmill he says? My husband has made arrangements for us to pitch our tents right next to one.”

I could only smile and watch as my excitable son practically bounced off the wall, eager to go on a trip with halmeoni and harabeoji.

Jungkook stood next to me, wrapping both arms around me.

“Say the word and We’ll leave in a hour right behind them.” He said gently and I smiled, shaking my head.

“No… your parents want this. I can tell. Let them enjoy some time with their grandkids.”

“Excellent.” Jungkook gripped my shoulders and turned me around.

“I’m in the mood for some honeyed words.” I said quietly.

“Jeon Aerin. My angel. Mine and Mine forever.” He said softly.

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Six months later :

Jungkook pressed kisses down my back and I grinned into the sheets, watching the springtime sun spill into our room, soaking the sheets in warmth . I stretched as he gently turned me over, feather light kisses on my belly, now slightly curved . He pressed his ears to the taut skin, listening.

“What is that, pup? Oh…yes.. yes yes… You’re right . Absolutely right.” He pulled away and climbed top of me, gently parting my thighs before slotiing himself in between. I sighed as he pressed against me, gently pushing in till he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“God, that feels good…” I whispered and Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to my ear before biting the lobe between his teeth.

“Know what our pup just told me , wife? “ He whispered and I looked at him, curious.

“What?”

“Well, he told me that I should remind you that you were so sure you would never fall in love with me.”

I shrugged.

“I’m sure you were once, pretty sure that you would never get washed over the waterfall.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Touché. So we both admit we’re wrong ?”

“The perfect marriage.”

Jungkook kissed me nose before beginning to move gently inside me again and I closed my eyes in bliss.

Someone to hold during cold winter nights.

Someone to kiss in the rain.

Someone to love in the springtime sun…

Someone like Jeon Jungkook, the perfect alpha.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I LOVE ALL OF YOU. THANK YOU FOR 8K.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #jungkook smut #jungkook fics #bts smut #bts smut fic

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Burden

Characters: Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,261

Warnings: None

Premise: Xiao fell in love with your goodness, with your selflessness and generosity towards others. Perhaps, however, in doing so he had misunderstood your own complexities.

In which the reader feels they are a burden.

Author’s Note: I feel like I should note that there are going to be some relatively extreme emotions, mostly negative. I don’t feel like it’s enough or specific enough to be given a warning, but if anyone wants to tell me to tag it for something I will gladly. That being said I’m pretty proud of this one

Xiao

Ever since your first interaction you had been helping Xiao. It had seemed so natural, even then, even when nothing seemed natural about interacting with a human, those strange people from who Xiao must always be separated. Yet there you were, asking if this perfect stranger was alright. And there Xiao was, suddenly seeing his world opening up before him.

Perhaps it was for this reason that your relationship had developed in the way it had. To Xiao your selflessness, your never ending kindness, the fact that you would stop to help someone regardless of circumstance, all of that was normal. It was innate in your personality, and perhaps that was why Xiao never questioned what effect having that kind of personality might have on you. It is easy to assume that a kind and selfless person is also one with a short memory. After all, how could they stand it otherwise?

So when the first, barely noticeable, traces of that burden which Xiao saw so often began to swirl around you the yaksha’s initial reaction was that of utter panic. Was this not the exact reason that Xiao had chosen to disconnect himself from humanity? Was this not proof, right before him, that the chains he carried could not be contained. Though Xiao generally thought of humans as vaguely useless, deserving of protection because Rex Lapis proclaimed it be so, the idea of harming any one of them with the legacy of his own sins, it was something that he could never stomach, no matter how many times he feigned apathy. That you should be the person upon who his burdens should be transferred, how could he bear it?

Of course a small, more logical, part of him urged the adeptus to stop and think. The miasma that Xiao attracted in such high concentration was everywhere, and humans were not exempt from this burden by themselves. After all, did humanity not channel great evil as well as good? Did not the most ordinary human, dejected by their lot in life, become swarmed by little wisps of evil? Yet those were other, ordinary humans. Ordinary humans couldn’t understand the sheer capability to love that you seemed to possess. No, if Xiao could sense such a miasma around you then it was surely his fault.

Still the idea of leaving you was something quite painful to Xiao, to the adeptus who had so recently learned what it meant to love someone wholeheartedly. He told himself that it was best to leave immediately, best to disappear with the wind and never look back. Yet a part of him couldn’t seem to bear the idea; and that was the part that won out as Xiao approached you later in the day, as if in a desperate last attempt to prove himself wrong.

“Are you alright?”

“Xiao!” You jumped slightly, having evidently been lost in thought. Smiling widely you shook your head. “Of course I’m alright! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I…” Xiao paused for a moment as the idea of telling you what was going on flitted through his head. Almost immediately the thought was squashed. After all, would the knowledge not worry you more? “I was just asking.”

“Well thank you Xiao, it’s very kind of you to think of me.”

“It’s my duty.”

“Still,” your smile never faltered. “You deserve thanks for what you do nonetheless.”

Xiao tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, tried to block out the emotions that crashed over him like great waves as you leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Was this not a good thing? After all, if Xiao was what cause this miasma to float around you, then was that not your salvation? Xiao knew how easy it was to drown in the burdens that one must shoulder. He knew how easy it was for humans to sink to the bottom of their despair and never once more emerge for water. Why should it not be a blessing that you would never have to fight to keep your head up, to keep yourself from a life full of burdens? Why, why did it hurt so much?

During the night, Xiao would leave during the night. After all, you deserved one last evening of happiness, if the yaksha could even believe that he brought you happiness. Or maybe it was for his sake that he refused to leave before the world was plunged into darkness. Maybe it was simply that Xiao could no longer imagine a world without you, and that such nightmares came out easier at night. Lying on top of the roof, eyes closed, ears focused on the familiar tread of your feet, Xiao willed himself not to think. He could regret when he was far away from you, when you were once more safe. For now he could only follow that ritual which had so long kept him sane, kept him from joining his brethren. For now he thought only of the contract he had once made.

The sound of your feet on the ground below came all too soon, as the sun finally began its descent across the heavens in earnest. Keeping his eyes closed, as if to stall the darkness for a little longer, Xiao took a deep breath in. He needed to steel himself for this evening; if not, well, Xiao had no wish to cry for the first time in a millennia.

Only once these thoughts finished flitting around in his head did the yaksha finally recognize the change in your footfall. Usually you were very light on your feet, dashing this way and that, stopping to ask Goldet or Yanxiao some mundane question, inquiring after the old lady who had basically set up permanent residence on the bottom floor of the Inn. This time, however, you seemed to drag, as if you were indeed carrying something very heavy. Alarm flashing through him, Xiao willed himself into perfect stillness. He wished to hear more, wished to understand what had caused such a change in you.

What he certainly hadn’t expected was the labored breathing of someone seconds away from tears.

The moment Xiao heard the door to your room close the sobbing began in earnest. Though you certainly seemed to be trying your hardest to hide your tears the sound of your muffled sobs rang through Xiao like a siren, flaring up every bit of alarm he had to offer. Jumping off of the roof Xiao catapulted his way through the hallways of the Inn, not bothering to hide his presence to the few, very confused, residents that were out. Reaching your room he didn’t allow himself a moment’s hesitation before grabbing the knob and opening the door.

Your head snapped up, eyes a mixture of dark emotions as you stared at him. For a moment you seemed ready to flee, to run and hide somewhere, or perhaps to throw him out. However almost immediately you seemed to sink back into yourself, and though Xiao could still sense your distress, at least the initial shock of his arrival seemed to have passed as quickly as it would otherwise.

“Xiao! I, I didn’t expect you. I, could, could you leave? I don’t, I don’t want, I don’t want to be seen right now.” It was all you could get out before another round of sobs wracked through your body.

Trying to remember what you had done for so many people, for himself, Xiao grabbed the pitcher that sat at one of the tables in the room. Pouring some water into a glass he crept towards you as softly as possible, hoping that he could convey his worries in these odd, brusque actions. He knew that he didn’t have the talent you had to comfort people, knew that all his gestures of kindness inevitably came out cramped and awkward. Nevertheless he shoved the glass into your hands, staring just past you as you tentatively downed the water. Taking the glass from you Xiao then reached out one of his palms to you. His relief when you placed your own palm on top of his was indescribable.

“I guess you probably would like an explanation,” you rasped out.

Xiao said nothing, waiting for you to act on your own. If he knew anything the yaksha knew that attempting to force the truth out of anyone would never worked. Hadn’t his own years as a pariah taught him that.

“It’s just,” you finally continued, taking in deep, labored breaths. “It’s just so hard. It’s so hard Xiao, I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Stand it?”

“Stand the… the hurt!”

Your eyes filled with tears, and you went to grab the handkerchief that you left on your nightstand. You always needed one with you, as your eyes stung terribly whenever you began to cry. Xiao said nothing as you sobbed once more, only moving to draw small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“It hurts so much, to see other people. To hear their problems. Not that it’s their fault, or that I don’t want to help them. I do, I really do. I look at all the people suffering near me and I just want to take all their burdens and give it to myself, after all they don’t deserve all their sufferings. But it’s so hard Xiao, it’s so hard to take on people’s burdens, even a little bit. And I feel so selfish when I think that, so selfish and so worthless. How can I say that? But it’s true, it’s really, really true. And when I think about that, when I think about all the other people suffering worse than me, it just makes me feel so horribly selfish. Like, like all my problems are so stupid and selfish and telling others would only hurt them, and didn’t I want to take everyone else’s burdens away? I’m so stupid. And it just, it hurts.”

Xiao sat there quietly once more, waiting as you cried. At one point you seemed to collapse in on yourself, leaning against his shoulder as if to support yourself. Only then did Xiao allow himself to move. Carding his hands through your hair he said nothing, he merely waited.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. You already have enough burdens, I know. I shouldn’t be complaining to you of all people. I, if you want you can tell me if something is wrong. I mean, you always can, I, just. I don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“My burdens are my own,” Xiao replied softly, finally letting the emotions swirling through him try to string together as words. “It has nothing to do with you. It never will. You, you should come to me when you feel burdened.”

“But then I’m only passing my problems onto you!”

“I told you, my chains are my own. They are the payment for my contract. They aren’t what you tell me or push on me. If you feel these burdens then give to me. That is my duty.”

“But Xiao, I, I don’t want to. I don’t want to be a problem.”

“How can you say something so stupid,” Xiao scoffed. Bringing his hand to your cheek he sighed softly. “You will never be a problem. You will always be dear to me. Let me help you. You help so many humans. I want to help you.”

“I, I don’t know,” you spoke, voice faltering.

Though Xiao could still feel the tension in the air, could still see the miasma which swirled around you, there was something fragile about it. It was as if Xiao could reach through the tangled threads and pull them away, if only he could find a way to do so. Stroking your cheek softly Xiao pressed his forehead to yours. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath in. After a few moments he heard you do the same.

The rest of the evening Xiao stayed vigilant by your side, listening as you finally let yourself say all the things that had been weighing down upon you. It was painful, listening to you. Xiao constantly had to fight the urge to tell you how wrong you were, how much you mattered and how far he would go to bring you all the happiness he could possible gather in his stained hands. Still he said nothing, for if you had taught him anything it was that simply listening could do infinitely more than promising to fight or trying to shoulder each burden as you lay them out in the daylight.

Eventually you grew exhausted, a combination of the crying and the talking and the reliving. As Xiao listened to your breath even out, softly shifting your head from leaning on his shoulder to resting in his lap, the yaksha thought about all that had happened.

Xiao had assumed that you were somehow above all the humans around you. Purer, gentler, kinder. He hadn’t stopped to think how that might have affected you. Now that he knew that wasn’t true, now that Xiao knew how deeply you felt, how sometimes your mind too chased after darkness or found itself struggling to keep above water, he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d missed something before. Perhaps you shouldered these burdens and perhaps you were just as human as the rest. You were still kind, kind and selfless and utterly beautiful. And Xiao still loved you in a way that continued to burn brightly through his soul.

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao #alatus #genshin impact fanfiction #requested #oneshot #my writing

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Don't Leave Me Alone Here Amongst The Stars

Hal Jordan x Star Sapphire!Reader

Word Count: 13K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst

Author's Note: I've written this for five days. FIVE DAYS. I DID MY WAITING. FIVE DAYS OF IT! Enjoy! -Thorne

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It had been such an inconspicuous text.

Do you want to go on a date tonight?

Unbridled joy had spread through him at the thought of seeing Hal again. It’d been about a month or so since the two of them had spent time together. Between Hal’s job in the Green Lantern Corps and his Captain duties at Edward’s Air Force Base, Hal was busy often. But on the days that he wasn’t, the two were either out in Coast City or curled up in the bed, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

He knew from the first few months of dating that Hal wasn’t one who was able to keep up with relationships, but something about the pilot was so endearing and against his better judgement, he stayed around despite all the evidence that he should get the hell out of Dodge and never look back. Eventually, Hal had come to him with an awkward offer to start something a bit more serious than just stay-the-night-dates every other weekend. He had been extremely careful to not overreact in the moment lest he make the man regret taking the next step, but he’d shown his love for the pilot that night more than once.

And when he met Hal for the date, the first thing he did was throw his arms around the man’s neck and give him a kiss that expressed just how long the month had been without his boyfriend. He did note, with a hint of sadness that Hal didn’t look as happy as he was to see him, but he brushed it off as Hal being tired. The pilot tried to brush the exhaustion off more than anyone he knew, but even he knew that Hal being pulled in multiple directions worked him like a dog to the point that sometimes Hal would collapse and sleep for twenty hours straight. He must’ve been exhausted.

Hal took him to the places of most important to them. The coffee shop where they first met (and horribly too—Hal had run smack into him and spilled his iced, caramel macchiato all over his three piece and apologized profusely to the point that he wasn’t getting out of having Hal pay for the dry-cleaning), the hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant that Hal had really confessed at, the beach where one night they spent a few hours scouring for sand-dollars because he’d wanted to make an authentic beach wreath for the summer and then stripped down to their underwear and took a late night swim that ended up with their underwear floating somewhere out to sea, and finally the airstrip where he’d watched Hal do a few mock dogfights at.

The entire night had been a trip down memory lane and that’s why when they got to the front door, the next moments were such a blindside to him.

He pulled away from Hal’s lips and smiled. “Let me get the door and we can continue this.” Spinning, he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, managing to stick them in the lock and twist before opening the front door. He shoved it open and stepped inside, starting to undo the scarf around his neck; October in Coast City wasn’t necessarily cold, but the nights were cool.

Not hearing the footsteps of Hal’s boots behind him he paused and looked back. “Hal?” he asked. “You coming inside?”

Hal had a pensive look, brows furrowed, and mouth drawn in a frown. “I don’t think I can.”

“What are you? Some sort of vampire?” he snorted, motioning for him to come in. “You’re welcome to come in Dracula.” Waggling his brows, he added, “To suck my blood and more if you want.”

Not even a smile was cracked on his lips. “I can’t,” he repeated, looking up at him with a clarity this time. “And I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

He blinked in confusion, starting to shake his head. “What? Come over to my place?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No,” he retorted indignantly. “No, I don’t. What are you meaning?”

Hal cursed under his breath and looked away for a moment, then turned back. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

His heart sunk all the way to his feet as he took a step back towards him. “What do you mean we shouldn’t see each other anymore?” his gut started twisting in on itself painfully. “Hal, I thought we were happy together?” he shook his head again. “We just went to all—” the words froze in his throat, and he gaped at Hal. “Is—is that why you took me where you did?”

Anger flashed within him, and he surged up to Hal and shoved him back. “What! Give me one last ‘good night’ before you dump me on my doorstep!”

Hal didn’t even flinch at the anger coming at him. “I didn’t want to leave you with a bad one.”

“AND THIS IS A GOOD ONE COMPARED TO WHAT IT COULD’VE BEEN!” He glared at him. “WHY! WHAT CHANGED BETWEEN LAST MONTH AND NOW!”

His neighbors where probably at their living room windows trying to watch the spectacle now.

“JUST LAST MONTH WE WERE TALKING ABOUT MOVING IN TOGETHER AND NOW YOU WANT TO JUST SUDDENLY WANT TO STOP DATING ME!” he thrust a hand out in a ‘No!’ motion. “I’m not buying it,” he hissed. “What changed between us? What changed for you?”

Hal simply gazed at him. “Nothing changed. I just think we should—”

“That’s bullshit!” he got in Hal’s face. “I want the real reason.” Searching the man’s face, he asked seriously, “Is there someone else?”

For the first time since the argument started, Hal’s expression and voice turned solemn and he affirmed, “No. I’m not seeing anyone else.”

He felt flabbergasted. “Then why? Why are you breaking up with me?”

And the words Hal said made his heart split into a million shards.

“Because I’m not in love with you.”

Everything deadened in his body, a numbness that ebbed from his center all the way to his limbs, even as Hal kept speaking, but all he could hear was white noise.

I’m not in love with you.

What about all the times he woke up to Hal in a pair of sweats, standing in front of the stove singing Danger Zone and making breakfast for them?

What about all the times he’d felt Hal crawl in through his bedroom window and press himself up against his back, murmuring quiet words of security and comfort about coming home safely?

What about all the fears that Hal had admitted? The mistakes he’d made that made him believe he was a lesser man in other’s eyes?

What about dreams Hal shared with him? The ones where he dreamed about taking his kids to an airshow to watch jets split the sky apart?

What about the trust of revealing his hero identity?

What did Hal mean he didn’t love him?

Were those not acts of love in and of themselves?

Did Hal even feel anything?

“—and it’s not fair to you to keep playing a part that I don’t feel,” Hal finalized, gazing at him.

“I—” his voice wouldn’t come to him, and he looked into Hal’s eyes. “You…you really don’t love me?”

“No, I don’t. Look, I’m sorry I drug this—”

“Did I mean anything to you?” he interrupted, heartbreak evident in his voice. “Anything at all more than a warm body for you to fuck when you needed reassurance that you were a real man?”

Hal’s jaw clenched and then he shook his head. “You didn’t mean anything more.”

His eyes widened, chest caving in like an avalanche and he fell into an impossible silence and seeming that whatever they had to say to one another had come to an end, Hal cleared his throat and took a step backwards, down one of the steps.

“I should go.”

Hal started backing up and he couldn’t help but reach out, “Hal, wait,” he begged, throat starting to close painfully. “Please, don’t leave.”

He received no answer and watched as the man turned around, walking down the street with his hands shoved in his bomber pockets.

“Hal!” he called out in the dark at his back.

He turned down the street and losing sight of Hal, he exhaled shakily and shut the front door, walking on weak legs to his bedroom where he collapsed onto the bed still fully dressed, and pulled the covers around him. Tears stung his eyes, slipping down his cheeks and he buried his face in the pillows, sobbing with cries that made his chest ache more than it already was.

How had tonight ended like it did?

What had he missed?

Why would this happen to him?

Who would’ve thought the man he thought was the one, was really the one that got away?

***PART TWO***

He fumbled with the brown paper bag in one arm, listening to the voicemail again for what seemed like the millionth time.

Look, I’m really sorry, son. But the truth is that our business isn’t bringing in enough money to keep everyone employed here. You’re a damn good writer and poet, no doubt about that, but I can’t risk losing our senior writers. My advice is this, put in your resume to other companies and I’ll even pass along word and a letter of recommendation to the ones I think you’ll do great in. I’d also come in for the last two months until your time is up, if nothing else, to at least get that last paycheck in full and to get in some last-minute experience. You’re a good writer, son, an even better young man than most—I know you’ll go far wherever you end up. Again, I’m really sorry about having to let you go. I wish I didn’t. Call me when you get a chance.

Swallowing thickly, he shoved the phone back in his jacket pocket and stepped over a puddle, narrowly missing shoving his entire leather-clad foot into an inch of dirty water. Rain ran down the street and into the gutter, making a glugging sound as it drained, much like his mood since the events that had occurred two weeks ago.

I’m not in love with you.

You didn’t mean anything more.

He shook his head, willing himself to not cry as the memory flashed across his mind, Hal’s deadened eyes, the lack of apology in his voice. It all started to come back after he’d managed to shove it away for the past week and focus on trying to find a new job.

Turning the street corner, he waited at the light, inhaling the scent of the rain falling on the concrete, eyes drifting to a warm light in his peripheral.

And God he wished he hadn’t.

Through the big, glass window sat Hal, dressed in a black, two-piece suit with a light green dress-shirt, on one side of the table, on the other side was a woman who looked about their age, mid-back length black hair, dazzling blue eyes, and she was drop-dead gorgeous, dressed in her ankle length, sparkling crimson dress—like something Jessica Rabbit would’ve worn in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? The two had their fingers laced, hands laying on the table, giant grins on their faces as they laughed.

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since Hal had broken up with him.

And apparently, two weeks since he’d moved on with a new date like he hadn’t just broken someone’s heart into a thousand jagged pieces and left them to pick up the remnants of a heart that barely functioned.

His mind commanded him to move but his feet wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t obey the command to go make a scene.

He lied to you!

Obviously, he was seeing her behind your back!

Look at them!

And he did.

Watching as Hal raised her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, causing the pilot to chuckle as he filled their wine glasses with the bottle sitting beside them, mouth moving as he spoke something that made the woman blush a pretty pink and swat at him, but her lips were pulled in a fond smile.

Something bitter wedged itself in his heart, but it was nothing compared to the bleeding ache that was growing stronger with each passing second. The light turned green above him, but he ignored it, still too focused on the content couple to move his feet. It turned red after a moment, and he blinked away the warmth trailing down his cheeks and turned around; he’d walk the long way home instead of this way.

***

He collapsed on the couch and stared blankly at the dark TV screen in front of him. the house was shrouded in shadows, but it didn’t bother him; he hadn’t cared to turn on the lights when he got in, simply dropping the paper bag full of groceries on the entryway.

He wasn’t sure what hurt more, his chest from aching so much or his head from crying so much, but whatever hurt more, he couldn’t tell because it all felt the same.

Two weeks.

Two of the worst weeks of his life.

His boyfriend dumped him, probably because he was sleeping with her, he got laid off, and still has to go into work.

Life was really screwing him when he was already broken down on his knees, with all it had, wasn’t it?

He kicked off his dress shoes and undid the tie at his neck before turning and flopping face first down into the cushions. Tears strung his eyes and he sighed.

Haven’t I cried out all the tears I’ve got?

Apparently not.

His body shook every moment, and he turned his cheek on the pillow, staring at the fall ornaments on his coffee table. He let the tears slide down the bridge of his nose and down into his other eye; he was past the point of caring.

What was the point of all this heartbreak? The crying? The longing? The—those ornaments are starting to turn pink—missing?

He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, gaze widening when the pinkness grew brighter and an otherworldly voice softly said, “(Y/N) (L/N) of Earth, you have experienced great heartbreak and still retain the love in your soul.” A small, pink ring glided out of the giant violet portal. “The Star Sapphires offer to make your heart whole again, to heal the damage that has plagued you.” (Y/N) blinked in shock as the ring slid onto his finger and before he could even speak, it said, “Welcome to the Star Sapphires,” and a warmth washed over his body as violet flooded his vision, encasing him in crystal.

Time passed, he wasn’t sure how long, then cracks ascended the crystal before it burst, and he let out a gasp as he went to his hands and knees, breathing heavily.

The violet light had faded, the otherworldly voice dispersed and all that remained was (Y/N), clothed no longer in his charcoal two-piece suit, but instead, in a dark, almost black suit that had sparkling pink, micro-flecks weaved into it. He scrambled to his feet and hopped over the broken shards of crystal in his living room as he sprinted to his bathroom to catch a look at himself.

(Y/N) breathed a shocked, “Holy shit,” as he caught sight of the rest of the suit. Knee-length, hot pink boots, elbow-length gloves of the same neon bright color, but what really sucker-punched him was the fact that there was a giant hole in the center of his suit. “Okay, we are absolutely not having tit windows,” he laughed almost deliriously and tried to recall what Hal had once said about the whole ring deal.

It’s all about what you think. If you will it, it’ll happen.

He furrowed his brows and hurried out into the living room to snatch his phone off the table and run back to the bathroom. (Y/N) scrolled through a few art decors he’d saved and found one that suited his tastes. The design was all black with a hood and cape, along with a face covering that hid everything but the eyes.

Okay, I can do this. Just imagine myself wearing this suit, really believe it, and it’ll happen.

(Y/N) shut his eyes, envisioned the design in his mind, envisioned himself fitting into it, could feel the boots and gloves along his limbs, the cape fluttering down at his calves, the cool, face plate resting against his cheeks. Opening his eyes once more, he couldn’t help but give a giddy shake at how successful he’d been in pulling it off.

Well, the suit was still sparkling with micro-pink flakes and the hood, gloves, and boots, along with the belt were all pink.

But hey, no titty window!

Win-win overall, and he reached up, tracing the eight-point star that rested in the center of his chest. It seemed to glow with each stroke of his fingers, and he turned his eyes to meet them in the mirror.

What have I gotten myself into?

***PART THREE***

It turned out that (Y/N) was better at the hero-ing job than he thought he was going to be. He wasn’t going to mess with big guys, but stopping the occasional mugger was good for him, practice, at least it was. That, and the uncontrollable urge to introduce people to their soulmates. It was weird. He saw the world in a new light, a violet one, one where love was like a glowing thread that appeared in his vision, connecting two hearts together when he was passing them by on the street. It was like he could see the love that ran through the world around him.

He carried the small gift bag with him into the Ferris Airfield Base building, quietly walking up to the front desk. A woman was talking to the receptionists, and he politely waited for her to finish before speaking. Waiting for a few moments, the woman happened to glance behind her and offer an apologetic smile. “Sorry! Didn’t realize you were there.” She turned and smiled at the woman sitting behind the front desk. “See you tomorrow, Cindy!”

The lady looked at him. “Can I help you?”

He smiled politely. “Yes, I was wondering if Hal Jordan was here?”

“Oh,” she murmured with a twinge of disappointment. “I’m sorry, Hal isn’t here right now. He was—”

“Did you say Hal Jordan?” the first woman interrupted, leaning over. “Six-two, one-eighty, brown hair, brown eyes, annoyingly cocky?”

(Y/N) snorted and nodded his head. “That’s him.”

The woman stuck her hand out and greeted, “Carol Ferris. I run this base.”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” he said, shaking her hand and he had the sudden, upsetting realization that this was the woman Hal was eating dinner with the month before.

Carol directed him away from the desk. “What’d Hal get himself into now?” she seemed annoyed already, dark brows arched in irritation.

“Oh,” he paused. “He hasn’t done anything wrong to my knowledge.” Gesturing to the gift bag, he added, “I was asked to deliver something to him.”

It was a lie.

He had.

But (Y/N) wasn’t going to tell her that he was Hal’s ex and that what was in the bag was actually a long-lost memento of Hal’s father and he’d spent the last seven months tracking it down for a first-year anniversary present; he certainly wasn’t going to now.

Inconspicuously, he pulled the card from the bag and shoved it in his jacket pocket as Carol glanced towards the doors when they opened. “You seem to know him well, Hal, that is.”

“Unfortunately,” she chuckled. “I can’t seem to get rid of him.”

It hurt to smile and play along; raising the bag, he asked, “Do you think you could give this to him when you see him again? It’s imperative that he get it.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh, yeah, sure. I can make sure he gets it.”

(Y/N) handed the package over. “And just, uh, tell him that it was an anonymous delivery, yeah?”

“You don’t want me to tell him you delivered it?”

“No, that…” he fell silent, trying to think of what to say that wouldn’t incriminate him as the ex. “The person who sent it isn’t what’s important. It’s the gift itself that it.” (Y/N) smiled. “Just tell him the mail service dropped it off for him, please.”

Carol nodded, expression almost sad. “I will.”

“Thank you,” he replied and turned around, starting to walk away when he suddenly spun back around. “Miss Ferris?”

She looked up at him. “Yes?”

He rolled the question over his tongue. “May I ask how long you and Mister Jordan have been together?”

Carol cocked a brow. “I don’t believe that’s any of your business.”

(Y/N) frowned and tipped his head. “Sorry, just curious.”

As he turned, she said, “We’ve always been on and off. But we got back together about a month and a half ago.”

He met her gaze. “I see.” Smiling, he nodded his head again. “Thank you, Miss Ferris.”

“Goodbye,” she replied, and he exited the rather stuffy airfield building with a feeling of relief in his chest.

***

(Y/N) floated above the city, a trail of violet behind him as he rose into the sky, past the tallest skyscrapers until all he could see was the rooftops of every building and the stars and moon above him.

So, Hal wasn’t seeing anyone when he ended things.

It was a relief, small, but it was. Still though, the timing wasn’t coincidence. No doubt Hal had been thinking about her when he’d made the decision to break up with (Y/N); hell, they literally started dating a week later.

Something must’ve happened on that last mission Hal had out in space. Everything was fine before he left and then he came back and that’s when it all went downhill.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he gazed out at the stars. He still hadn’t flown into space—too afraid to go higher than mesosphere for fear of getting lost or worse. Something tempted him to go and as he started drifting up, he heard, “Where did you get a Star Sapphire Power Ring?”

(Y/N) froze, looking wildly in all directions for whoever said that; he formed a shield before him. “Who said that!” he called out into the sky.

“Answer me first.”

His brows furrowed beneath the plate. “It came to me. Now who are you?”

“Down on your left.”

(Y/N) obeyed and glanced down, seeing a figure in all black standing atop one of the gravel-topped buildings; he didn’t let the construct fade, keeping it up as he lowered down until they were at eye level, but still a few yards apart. He shifted the aegis out of the way a bit and narrowed his eyes, then they widened in shock. “Batman?”

The vigilante stood apart from him. “We’ve had reports of a new Lantern cropping up in Coast City.” The white slits narrowed. “Most Lanterns would go to those with seniority. You haven’t gone to Green Lantern or Star Sapphire in this city.”

He didn’t answer at first. “—I don’t know who they are.”

“You do, you just want to interact with them.” Batman’s glare made his skin crawl, like he’d been chewed out by his principal. “You had a romantic relationship with one of them and it ended badly. I’m assuming Green Lantern since he’s known for that, and the woman he ended it because of, is Star Sapphire.”

(Y/N) felt like he’d had his brain picked apart. “How on earth—”

“You haven’t been trained to control your powers or your ring,” Batman interrupted as if he hadn’t just revealed a giant secret. “What you’re doing is reckless and dangerous to yourself and the people of this city. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“Hey!” he shouted rather offendedly. “It’s not like there’s a handbook to being a superhero! I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances!” (Y/N) let the shield fall. “And I’m not engaging Justice League-level enemies. I’m sticking to small fish until I feel comfortable doing more than.”

“You need to be taught how to control your powers.”

“Well, you said it yourself, I can’t go to Hal or Carol now, can I?” he griped, crossing his arms over his chest in an act of self-preservation for whatever secrets he had left. “Unless you want to teach me how to work the whole, ‘Conquer evil with love’ thing, let me keep doing what I’m doing.”

He was about to dash when he heard, “You need a job, don’t you, (Y/N)?”

That caught his attention.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you know my name but I am.” He looked Batman up and down. “Yeah, I got laid off by the editorial company I was working at a month ago.”

Batman nodded. “I can offer you a job in Gotham City. Good pay, good benefits, safe housing.”

(Y/N)’s eyes about popped out of his head. “I’m sorry, you want me to move to Gotham City so you can teach me how to be a Star Sapphire?”

He shrugged. “You’re not going to learn here, you’re a risk without training, you need a job, you—”

“I GOT IT!” he blurted out, cheeks hot. “Christ, you’d think a guy could read a room!” (Y/N) put his hands on his hips and stared him down. “You’re sure I can get a job and keep it? I won’t get fired if I fuck up as a hero?”

“You won’t,” Batman nodded. “You’ll be working in a faster-paced environment, but from what I’ve read in your file, you’ll do fine where I place you.”

“There’s so much wrong with that sentence.”

“Do we have a deal?”

(Y/N) met his gaze; he didn’t have a lot of options. Rent was coming up and he didn’t have the money to pay, no jobs wanted to hire, he was about to be in deep trouble.

“(Y/N).”

He shook himself and hurriedly said, “Yes! I’ll take the deal.”

Batman let out a low grunt and turned. “Good…because I already have people moving your things out of your house.”

“I—WHAT!”

***PART FOUR***

“I can’t believe I’m actually in the Hall of Justice,” (Y/N) whispered, buzzing with excitement. “I came here a year and a half ago with my best friends and we ended up meeting Booster Gold and Blue Beetle. No one knew who they were, but I did, and it was really cool to talk with them.”

“They’re C-level heroes at best,” Batman retorted, then seemingly fond, added, “Blue Beetle is smarter than Booster Gold, but just as idiotic when it comes to it.”

He laughed. “Well, we can’t all be S-level heroes like you and the rest of the JL.”

“S-level?”

“Yeah? You know in all the superhero movies it goes S-level, A-level, B-level, and so on. Based on their level of power.”

Batman shot a look over his shoulder. “I think you watch too many movies.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “I think you watch too few.”

“Hmm.” He led them into a group meeting room where two people stood, talking to one another, but turned when they walked inside.

Sticking his head from behind Batman, he gasped, “Oh my God! Is that Superman and Wonder Woman!”

“Try not to have a fanboy moment,” Batman griped.

“Too late!” (Y/N) stuck his hand out. “Hi! I’m (Y/—Star Sapphire!” he corrected quickly, flustering when Batman sighed behind him.

Wonder Woman took his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Star Sapphire. I am Diana.”

He almost died on the spot as his knees started to shake beneath him from the nerves; he weakly pulled away and shook Superman’s hand as well. “It’s good to meet you, Star Sapphire,” Superman said with a warm smile. “It’s not often that Batman brings a new hero into the fold.”

“Oh,” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s complicated.”

“It usually is,” Superman laughed, glancing at Batman as he pulled his hand back. “So, what’s our newest friend’s job?”

Batman grunted. “For now, it’s keeping him out of trouble before I can train him to actually do his job.”

“Ouch, pretend I’m not here when you scalp me, why don’t you?” (Y/N) griped, propping his hands on his hips and before he could help himself, he was looking at the other two heroes and adding, “And for the record, I wasn’t sticking my nose in situations I couldn’t handle. I was doing small work and doing it quick and efficiently before Batman came along and insulted me into moving to Gotham City.”

“You made him move to Gotham?” Diana asked.

Batman shrugged. “Easier than having fly back and forth. He’s also jobless so he didn’t have much of a choice.”

(Y/N) glared. “I was practically threatened.”

“I did not,” he shot back, meeting his glare. “I offered you an alternative and you accepted.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

They glared at one another, and the two heroes chuckled. “I don’t know about you, Diana, but I think Sapphire is going to fit in just fine around here.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “Sapphire?”

“Can’t exactly call you ‘SS’ the way we call Green Lantern ‘GL’ and Sapphire is easier than ‘Star Sapphire’.” Superman smiled. “If you’d rather have the full—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he agreed. “I don’t have any problems with it.”

Diana grinned and cocked an arm around his neck. “Then it is decided!” she started pulling him along. “Let us go train and see what you are capable of, Sapphire!”

“Wait, right now? But I—okay,” he giggled breathlessly. “I can spar.”

He could, right?

***

He could not.

He hit the mat for what seemed like the millionth time and groaned; even with the exo-suit, it still hurt like a bitch to get his ass knocked flat. A hand appeared in his vision, but he waved it off and clambered to his feet. “I’m up. Let’s go again.”

Diana raised her sword and shield, taking a defensive position. “Remember that your constructs are only as strong as you will them to be. And in order to will those to be, you must be able to draw on the love residing within you.” She squatted down, something he recognized as a tell that she was about to kick off. “Think of what powers your love, Sapphire. Harness it.”

(Y/N) let his eyes slip shut as he thought back what gave him the strength. It all came back to Hal in the end.

How Hal’s comforting smell of woodsy cologne and jet fumes made him feel safe.

How every time they got in a car together, Hal’s hand was wrapped around his own on the center console.

How Hal never fell asleep during a show or movie he’d wanted to watch.

How Hal would whisper words of affection when they made love.

How he knew Hal would be there when he needed him.

How he loved Hal.

His eyes flew open, and an aegis formed as Diana brought her sword down, violet sparks blasting off the meeting of the two and he caught sight of the proud smile on her face, especially when he shoved with all his might and raised his other hand, forming a sword of similar design to hers. He bashed with the shield then thrust the sword out, though an ageless warrior like her easily dodged it and struck back.

(Y/N) rolled to the side, lifting the shield again when she came at him and this time, he found himself fumbling backwards as he lost his balance from the hit. Diana didn’t let up—not that he expected her to—and tried for him again, but he let her and when she got close, he curled his hands into fists in front of his chest, a cage like construct forming on either side of her; he yanked his hands outwards like a pulley system and the cage slammed shut around Diana.

She was effectively trapped inside as long as (Y/N) kept his hands in fists and away from the center of his chest. Diana nodded rather impressed. “This is very good, Sapphire!” Gripping both bars of the cage in front of her, she yanked and (Y/N)’s jaw clenched, sweat starting to bead his forehead as he concentrated on keeping the construct up and stable, though with each passing second, it was getting harder and her grip only getting stronger.

Focus!

Damn it, focus!

One stray thought was all it took for the construct to finally be broken and it blew apart, sending (Y/N) skittering back along the ground, rolling until he hit where the mat met the wall; he laid there for a second, trying to catch his bearings.

“Sapphire! Are you okay?”

He lifted his head and blinked at Superman and Batman standing over him, Diana running over. “I’m good,” he replied, stumbling to his feet and ultimately into Batman’s arms. “Just a little bit unsteady. Sorry,” he muttered under his breath and Diana appeared in his vision.

“Sapphire, I apologize. I meant not to hurt you.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, I’m fine, really!” he smiled and pulled away from Batman, though the vigilante’s hand still remained between his shoulders. “I’m actually surprised I managed to hold that construct for so long. Especially against someone as powerful as you!” he laughed weakly. “Though I bet you were holding back, weren’t you?”

“I was not,” Diana said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did very well.” She glanced at Batman. “He is not as clueless as you believe him to be. He is trained.”

Superman looked at him. “I have to agree with Diana. You seemed to know how to hold a sword and shield enough to swing it around to some degree of usefulness.”

(Y/N) reached up and scratched the back of his neck, even though it was covered by his suit. “I, uh…I have an uncle who was into LARPing when I was younger.” He felt his cheeks warm when Batman snorted and he hurriedly explained, “When I would stay with my uncle, he would take me and my cousins to the ‘battles’ and would let us play around and hold the swords and shields. Y’know, feel like we were a part of it.” He cleared his throat. “It was a long time ago.”

“Was it?” Superman asked and he shook his head.

“Okay, the last time I went was fall of last year, but it was only because my cousin got bronchitis and had to sit out, and they were one short, so I filled in.” (Y/N) admitted in a flustered fashion. “It’s fun to swing a sword and shield, sue me.”

The three laughed good-naturedly, except Batman who merely grunted and said, “I’ll show you to your quarters here at the Hall.”

(Y/N) glanced at the other two who merely smiled and nodded, causing him to smile and follow Batman. “I thought I was going to Gotham?” he questioned, falling step beside the man.

“I talked to Superman about it. He said for now you should stay here at the Hall so other heroes can see your progress and help out if need be.” He grunted again. “He also mentioned bringing you to Gotham would mean another vigilante to worry about and I’ve already got enough to worry about.”

“That’s a fair point,” he agreed, watching as Batman turned a corner and pressed a button on the side of a door. It split open, revealing a neat, little room, fit with a small kitchenet, and living space.

“The living room and bed area are joined together, kitchen, bathroom, and closet are all separate,” Batman explained. “Your things will be delivered tonight.”

(Y/N) brushed his hand over the waist-high single bed. “Small room…kinda feels like a prison cell.”

“If it makes you feel any better, mine, Diana’s, and Superman’s all look the same.”

“It does, a bit.” He looked at Batman. “Living situation is out of the way. What about my job? I can’t work in Gotham from here.”

“Leave that to me,” Batman replied. “I’ll have a position set up within my company for you to work on a new novel and a poetry collection.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing. “But I’m a writer, not a poet?”

Batman shot him a look and recited, “The world is not built on events but on precipices of moments in which we decide to act. The changes come from within the heart, the soul of our Gods, so brightly—”

“How do you know that poem?” he inquired with incredulity. “I’ve never published that one.”

“Exactly. You’ve never published them. And I’m looking for a poet to be sponsored by my company.”

“And that company is?”

Batman reached up and pulled the cowl off his face, causing (Y/N) to collapse onto the bed. “Wayne Enterprises.”

“Holy fucking shit,” he breathed. “Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“It’s amazing that more people just don’t realize it,” Bruce said more to himself than (Y/N). “I’m literally the only person in Gotham City with enough money to actually be Batman.”

“People are idiots,” he replied to that. “Most don’t want to believe that billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne is a hardcore, kick-ass and take names vigilante.” (Y/N) made himself comfortable on the bed. “So, what will I be doing for you?”

Bruce hummed. “I’ll be talking to the people who work in the editing department to have a new writer put on the schedule. You’ll spend the next couple months making a portfolio of your best works and we’ll see about starting you either on a new book or in the journalism section.”

“This seems like a deal heavily weighted in my favor, Mister Wayne. What’s the catch?”

“The catch is that you don’t screw up and get anybody killed on the job and that you do what you’re supposed to during the day job,” Bruce retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t get comfortable with the help. You’re going to work to be here and at WE too.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Well, I was expecting to roll naked on silk sheets and hundred-dollar bills, but I guess sleeping on this single with three-hundred thread count sheets.”

The corner of Bruce’s mouth cocked up in a grin and he lowered his arms and held out his hand. “I look forward to working with you here and there, (Y/N).”

He blinked in shock but was quick to recover and shake Bruce’s hand. “Same here, Mister Wayne.”

“Please, call me Bruce outside of work.”

***PART FIVE***

“For hearts long lost and full of fright. For those alone in blackest night. Accept our ring and join our fight. Love conquers all—with violet light.” (Y/N) held the lantern still as a bright violet light flooded the room and bathed him in coolness. The ring seemed to glow brighter as it recharged and when it was finished, he set the lantern back into the space pocket and suited up.

Exiting the room, he turned the corner and made his way to the meeting room. It’d been Bruce’s plan once (Y/N) had made enough progress to actually handle his own. Everyday he was sparring with somebody, him, Diana, Clark, even J’onn. It’d taken six months before Bruce finally let (Y/N) even think about sitting in on one of the Justice League meetings, and even then, he was only there to be the minute taker. Not that it bothered him. He enjoyed the challenge of trying to decipher whatever Barry was saying at an inhuman speed.

Surprisingly enough, he hadn’t seen Hal yet, something he was thankful for. So far, the Green Lantern John Stewart had been subbing in. (Y/N) owed learning a lot to John. The Lantern was knowledgeable about handling of a power ring, and while (Y/N) had been learning more hand-to-hand combat from the others, it was John who was responsible for getting him farther in the constructs and ring power.

Stepping into the meeting room, he said, “Good afternoon.”

Clark, Diana, and J’onn were already seated and looked up at him with smiles; Bruce on the other hand kept looking at his tablet, occasionally tapping at it as he read whatever information that was on it.

“Good to see you, (Y/N),” Clark greeted. “How was your morning?”

“Can’t complain,” he laughed. “Though I got my ass handed to me by J’onn.”

The Martian in question merely smiled. “You are fairing far better than when you first started out training.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He glanced at Bruce. “Anything good on there?”

“Reports and bank numbers,” Bruce replied with a frown. “My kids are ruining my wallet.”

(Y/N) snorted as he took his seat next to Bruce. “Yeah, having seven of ‘em will do that.”

“They want you to come back over for dinner.”

“I’d love to come back over. Especially if it means that Jason and I can play scattergories again.”

Bruce smiled. “He’s still upset that you beat him last time.”

(Y/N) grinned. “What can I say? Don’t challenge the writer to a game where you write down words.” He nudged him in the ribs. “You should play with us next time. I think you’ll have some fun.”

“Hmm.”

He rolled his eyes at Bruce’s grunt and happened to turn his eyes to the door at the exact moment Barry walked in—with Hal in tow; his eyes went wide, and he looked at Bruce, hissing, “You didn’t tell me he was coming tonight?”

Bruce glanced up and hummed. “I didn’t know he was. Hal, when did you switch out with John?”

The pilot sighed as he plopped down in his chair, Barry taking the one next to him. “He called me up the other day and said that Ganthet needed him. He asked me to cover while he went back to Oa.” Hal’s eyes drifted to (Y/N). “Well now, when did we get a Star Sapphire in our midst? And a male one no less.”

(Y/N) was glad the face plate covered his entire face and even beneath it, he grimaced. “I came in about sixth months ago.”

He winked. “Hal Jordan, Green Lantern. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he replied weakly, feeling his heart thump in his chest like there was no tomorrow.

(Y/N), are you well?

He almost jumped at the voice in his mind, but was quick to think back, Hal and I were romantically involved, J’onn, I’d…rather him not know who I am at this moment.

I understand. Shall I relay this to the others?

He shook his head. No…no one else knows my name except Bruce and I only told Diana my situation because she asked. You, Bruce, and her are the only ones. Not even John knew. His eyes drifted to J’onn, and the Martian nodded, smiling sympathetically.

“Alright, since we’re all here, let’s get started,” Clark said, clapping his hands. “First on the agenda is…”

***

More than once, Bruce’s hand had slipped under the table and pressed itself firmly to (Y/N)’s knee, a firm and silent reminder to, “Stop bouncing your fucking leg, oh my God.” At the end of the meeting, everyone was laughing and discussing where to eat and (Y/N) watched, against his will, as Hal clapped Barry on the back and joked about date night as they exited the room.

One by one, everyone left until all that was left was (Y/N) and Bruce, and slowly, he stood up, muttering, “I’m gonna go train for a while.”

Bruce said nothing in response, not that he expected him to, but even the silence was unbearable.

***

Unbearable there and in the gym where he punched the bag until his hands bled even under the gloves his suit provided and he collapsed against the wall and propped his arms on his knees, resting his forehead against them. He forced himself not to cry even though he wanted to. Maybe Hal was better at hiding a broken heart than he was, because the man looked like nothing had ever happened, (Y/N) on the other hand felt like he’d been hit by a train.

“The point of training is to actually train, not sit down and mope.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh as Bruce slid down the wall next to him and gently took one of his hands, wiping it down with an alcohol swab; he winced and Bruce murmured, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said as he made the face plate rise to his nose so Bruce could see his mouth. “I can handle it.”

Bruce continued undoing the other wraps and taking care of the wounds. “Does it still feel raw?”

(Y/N) knew he wasn’t taking about the hands.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Like it was yesterday that it happened.”

“If it makes you feel any better, from what I’ve heard up the grapevine, he and Carol aren’t together—again.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I understand,” Bruce replied. “I don’t know whether to call you brave or stupid for loving Hal so much. He’s hardheaded and afraid of commitment.”

(Y/N)’s face pinched. “Do you have anything nice to talk about?”

“Do you?” he asked in return. “You didn’t look at Hal at all the entire meeting, and even when you did, you kept your eyes on his face.” Bruce fumbled with the gauze before placing it on the busted ring and pinky knuckle. “You wouldn’t look at the necklace he was wearing,” Bruce noted, adding, “The golden, Mother of Mary with the diamond wrap around.”

“Do you ever get tired of picking people’s behaviors apart or is that how you get your kicks off?” (Y/N) griped, ignoring the urge to yank his hand away and curl in on himself. “Yeah, I didn’t want to see him wearing it okay.”

“You got it for him?”

“I found it for him,” he corrected. “I spent seven months looking for it and two months before our one-year anniversary, he broke up with me.”

“What’s the story behind it?”

“You really want to know?”

“I do.”

(Y/N) sighed and shifted slightly, letting Bruce bandage his other hand. “You know how his father died, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, Hal told me that the first few months after were really rough. A single mom with three kids. They didn’t have a lot of money, even with the pension that Ferris was providing.” (Y/N) watched him remove the wrap. “Jessica sold some things that would get quick cash to make ends meet. The necklace belonged to Martin.”

“So, you spent six months tracking it down for Hal so he could have something else to remember Martin by other than the jacket.”

“Yeah…I started with the pawn shops closest to their family home and worked out. Eventually I found the store and got the record of who bought it. The didn’t want to part with it since the woman who’d purchased it had passed and handed it down to her grandson.”

“You managed to get it back, obviously.”

“Only after I broke down in tears and showed a picture of Hal and Martin to the family and begged them to let me buy it back.”

“How much did it cost?”

(Y/N) sighed. “Two grand.”

Bruce didn’t seem to react to the money—not that a billionaire would—but he noted, “That’s a lot given that your monthly salary was five grand and half went to bills and rent.”

“I know. I lived really frugally for a month or two after that.”

“You really cared about getting that necklace back for him…didn’t you, (Y/N)?”

He met Bruce’s gaze and leaned his head against the wall, whispering, “I wanted to surprise him with it…I was going to tell him I loved him for the first time.”

“Not a bad thing to make special,” Bruce murmured. “How’d he end up with it?”

“I went to Ferris Airfield to deliver it.” He sighed again, heavier this time. “I took out the card that I had in it whenever I met Carol. The last thing I wanted was for Hal to have to come to me and break up with me a second time.”

“Write down all the things you wanted to tell him as he walked away in it?”

“More than you’ll know,” he said, and Bruce gently thumbed the band-aid back over his hand. “I don’t know what went wrong between us. One morning we were laughing and talking about moving into the suburbs together and then he was telling me I never meant anything to him and leaving.”

“Hal’s an idiot,” Bruce simply replied. “He thinks he can solve everything if he will-powers through it, damn the rest.” He glanced at (Y/N). “He cared about you, probably loved you.”

“Then why would he do what he did?” (Y/N) asked, heart-breakingly quiet. “Why end things so badly?”

Bruce met his gaze. “If I had to take a guess it would be because your anger would be easier to take than the shame and disappointment. He’s a pleaser, does what he does to impress people.”

(Y/N) pulled his hand away and folded them into his lap. “I didn’t do anything to deserve how it ended.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he acknowledged. “But you have to know that it’s because of how it ended that you got the ring.”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”

“It usually is,” Bruce said. “But the best things are in the end.” He stood up and held out a hand for (Y/N) to take.

(Y/N) grabbed it and before he could find his footing, Bruce tugged, and he let out a gasp as he was yanked up and into the man’s arms. “Shit, sorry!” he cursed, trying to get his feet to work and before he could pull away, a wolf whistle sounded from the doorway.

The two spun around to see Hal leaning on Barry’s shoulder with a mile-wide grin on his face. “Well, who woulda thought that Spooky had a think for Sapphires.”

His face felt hot as he extracted himself from Bruce’s arms and he cleared his throat as Bruce scowled. “Any other clever quips in order that you’d like to get out, Lantern?”

“Plenty,” Hal smirked. “Hey, Pinkie! I can show you all the nice things that ring can do for when you two have a personal moment together.”

“Oh my God,” (Y/N) breathed in embarrassment.

“Will you grow up?” Bruce griped. “Stop acting like a teenager.”

Hal chuckled as he walked into the training room, Barry following. “Jeez, Pinkie, how’d you manage to wrangle Doom-and-Gloom over here? Isn’t he such an ass?” He waggled his brows. “I’d be much more of a fun time than he’d be.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what happened. Whether it was a fit of annoyance, jealousy, or retaliation, but the next thing he was doing was grabbing Bruce by the face to lock lips with him. He started to pull away when one of Bruce’s arms wrapped around his waist, free hand tipping (Y/N)’s chin up so he could deepen the kiss. Every intake of breath was stolen by Bruce whose lips were warm and soft against his own and when they finally pulled away, (Y/N) didn’t dare look into Bruce’s eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

He inhaled, looked over at Hal and bragged, “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ve got my fun time handled.” (Y/N) turned to Bruce. “Wanna take this back to my room?” he flirted and bypassed the two heroes, both of whom were slack-jawed and wide-eyed, especially Hal.

Knowing that Bruce was probably following him, and he led the way back to his room, moving as fast as he could on his feet. (Y/N) entered the room first, Bruce following after and as soon as the door closed, he spun around and blurted, “I AM SO FUCKING SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT! I SWEAR TO GO—are you laughing?”

Bruce reached up and yanked the cowl off to bury his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as laughter peeled from him.

“Oh my God!” (Y/N) started giggling too. “You’re laughing!”

He nodded, wiping tears from his eyes. “You should’ve seen their faces! They were so stunned!” Bruce collapsed onto the bed, hunching over slightly as he wiped his face, laughter beginning to turn into quiet chuckles and rumbles. “God, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”

(Y/N) sat beside him, letting the face plate and hood fade, and smiled apologetically. “Sorry for getting you stuck in here for an hour.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I love my family, but I’d rather not go back into getting made fun of for being old, you know?”

“I mean, I’m kinda young myself, but, yeah, I know.” He swallowed thickly. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“Because Hal was being an ass and you wanted to embarrass him,” Bruce explained, glancing at him. “Your lips were taut when he made the comment about him being a fun time. You were pissed and wanted to see him react.”

(Y/N) almost rolled his eyes—almost. “I do not enjoy it when you pick behaviors apart.”

“No one does,” he smiled and reached up, gently cupping his cheek. “But you seem to find it amusing rather than annoying.”

His thumb brushed over (Y/N)’s lips and he whispered, “Bruce, I—we can’t.” He really wanted to. He couldn’t deny that he’d been attracted to Bruce. There was something about the strength the vigilante had, the drive to be a good man. He had a killer body of course, not that it was his mind and ideals that (Y/N) was attracted to, and he’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about it—he had. But seeing Hal again, it brought everything back up

“I know,” the vigilante murmured. “But I still want to spend this hour looking at you.”

(Y/N) wouldn’t deny him that. He stood in front of Bruce and gently pushed him back onto the bed and then climbed beside him, laying his head on the pillow, Bruce doing the same. They were inches apart, the bed far too small for them both, but they simply stared at one another, soft smiles on their faces.

“Your eyes have flecks of blue in them,” (Y/N) said, reaching up to touch his eyelids. “They remind me of icebergs.”

“Yours are beautiful,” Bruce replied, thumbing his cheek; his eyes narrowed almost sadly, and he added, “I don’t know how Hal ever let these eyes walk away.”

(Y/N) felt his eyes begin to sting and he whispered, “You and me both.”

***PART SIX***

The next few months were extremely uncomfortable with the League. Apparently, Hal’s mouth was bigger than he remembered because the first meeting (Y/N) and Bruce attended after were met with ribs and cackling laughter from the rest of them.

The one quip that they seemed to bring up the most was, “Hey, when’s the wedding!”

(Y/N) flushed with embarrassment every time. Bruce just seemed more pissed. Of course, after the last time, Bruce finally snapped and said they weren’t together and to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. It’d gotten them off their backs for a while, but it was simply a matter of time before the jokes started up again. And unfortunately, they started up when (Y/N) was stuck on duty with Hal.

***

He took the seat next to Hal and looked at the screen. “So, what are we supposed to do here?”

“Sit on our ass, eat and drink snacks, and make sure the earth doesn’t get invaded.” He shoved a handful of Cheetos into his mouth. “It’s boring work.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Anything ever happen?”

“Nah,” Hal replied. “Just the occasional asteroid that Clark or Kara take care of.” He looked over. “Usually, Barry is on watch duty with me. How’d you get here?”

“Barry asked me to fill in for him,” he said. “Something about a family dinner with the Flashes.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, he was speaking to fast and too excitedly.”

Hal snickered. “He does that.” He held out the bag. “Cheeto?”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) replied, grabbing a handful, watching as Hal wiped the dust on his jeans. “Don’t do that,” he chastised, creating a construct napkin for Hal to use. “You’re like a toddler.”

The Lantern barked a laugh and wiped his fingers with the violet napkin. “Sorry mom.”

Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention back to the screen. “So…what does Hal Jordan do outside of being in the Justice League?”

“I’m an Air Force Captain,” Hal said. “Command a squadron out on Edwards Air Force Base.”

“That’s Coast City territory, right?”

Hal blinked. “Yeah, you familiar with the area?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I used to live there a while back. Nice city. Less crazy than the rest of California.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Hal chirped, raising his coke. “What do you do outside of this, Sapphire?”

I write poems about lost love.

“I’m a writer.”

“What do you write?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Novels, poetry, journals, editorials. I write what fits the job.” He chanced a look over. “What made you want to be a pilot?” he asked like he didn’t already know the answer, but the best way to keep up appearances was to be polite and sociable.

Hal’s face turned rather solemn, and he leaned back in his seat, arching his over the rim of the chair. “My dad was a pilot.”

“Following in the family footsteps then?” (Y/N) laughed. “I bet your family is all pilots then, yeah?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Actually, I’m the only one.”

“Oh?”

Hal nodded. “My dad died in a plane crash when I was eight. My mom refused to let any of us be on an airfield after that.”

He frowned, feeling his heart clutch at the truth coming again. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bring up any pain.”

“It’s alright,” he said, offering a small smile. “My dad died a hero and I fly to honor that memory of him.”

(Y/N) rested a hand on Hal’s and spoke before he could stop himself. “I’m sure wherever your dad is now, he’s beaming with pride that you fly too, Hal.”

Hal looked at him, a kind gaze and laughed softly, “Careful Pinkie, Spooky might think you’re cheating on him.”

“Oh, you’re an ass,” he snorted, pulling his hand away, grinning when Hal started chuckling along. “You have anything left of your dad? Other than the memories?”

He tugged at the wrist of the bomber he was wearing. “Dad gave me the jacket before he went up.” Something sincere came across his face as he said, “Dad always said you could read a man’s integrity by the way he wore his jacket. He always had it high on his shoulders, close to his neck, but open. Ready to offer it to anyone who needed it more than he did.” He smiled sadly. “I always wished it’d be mine one day.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Your dad had a nugget of truth in that.”

“He did,” Hal agreed and slipped a pointer into the gold chain around his neck and pulled the charm out of his shirt. “I have this too.”

“What is it?” He undid the clasp and handed the necklace over, letting (Y/N) look it over, though he didn’t need to—he knew what it was; he thumbed the symbol of Mother Mary. “Catholic?”

“Not really a practicing one,” Hal said. “Dad believed that God watched us, but he didn’t rely on him when he was up in the air.”

“More of a faith by trust type of thing? Not a ‘read the bible and repent all the time’ man?”

“Exactly.”

“My mom was a lot like that,” (Y/N) said. “Followed her own version of the reading rather than things that were preached to her.”

“Sometimes we believe what we comprehend.”

He handed the necklace over. “When did you get it?”

Hal frowned. “Funny thing about that…I didn’t.”

“Huh?”

“My mom sold this a few months after dad died so we could have enough money to make it into the next year. I never saw it again until early December of last year.”

“How’d that come to be?”

Hal met his gaze. “Someone found it and had it delivered to Ferris Airfields. No one could remember who it was.”

“Sounds like a blessing in disguise,” (Y/N) offered. “I’ve heard your girlfriend was the Star Sapphire Leader. Sure it wasn’t her doing?”

He nodded. “Nah, Carol never knew about this. And how’d you know about Carol being my girlfriend?”

(Y/N) laughed and wiggled his fingers. “A man never tells his secrets.”

“Alright, keep ‘em,” Hal snorted, taking a swig of his soda. “You got anybody special, Pinkie?”

He stopped laughing, a pitiful shame crawling up his spine. “Uh, no.” he smiled, though it looked more like a grimace. “Me and him aren’t together anymore.”

“End badly?”

(Y/N) scoffed, unable to help himself and propped his chin on his palm. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“That must’ve sucked.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged. “He took his suitcase and my heart and all I was left with was the pain.”

“You must’ve loved him a lot.”

He looked over at Hal and he stared straight into the pilot’s eyes. “I still do. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about what he meant to me and how I should’ve tried harder to make him stay.”

“Did he know you loved him?” Hal questioned.

(Y/N) frowned. “I never got the chance to tell him. I should’ve that night. Maybe it would’ve changed the outcome but…I’ll never know.” He sighed heavily and faced the TV screens. “At least your relationship is going better, yeah?”

“Oh,” Hal fumbled. “Yeah, no, Carol got pissed at me again and sent me packing.”

“Happen often?”

“We’re too busy to actually make things work.”

“Maybe one day you will,” (Y/N) shrugged. “We sacrifice everything we are to do this job. We deserve to be happy with someone.”

“Yeah…” Hal murmured, feeling something ache in his chest, a familiarity of something he let go of. “We do.”

***PART SEVEN***

He was fucked. He was so fucked, and it wasn’t even funny.

Dodging another one of the flying cars, he shielded himself and Bruce with a violet bubble. “OKAY REMEMBER HOW WE TRAINED FOR THIS! I AM NOT READY FOR THIS!”

“Focus.” Bruce commanded. “You’re letting yourself get overworked.”

(Y/N) gave him a look that screamed “Are you out of your fucking mind???” despite the fact that Bruce couldn’t see his face. “These are a killer robots who’re slinging cars at us!”

“And we’re prepared for this,” he retorted, yanking him to the side as a light pole shot past their heads.

“Holy shit.” J’onn and Clark flew overhead, delivering their own attack, and Diana and Barry were busy fighting ground forces much like (Y/N), Bruce, and Hal were.

He felt like he was going to have a panic attack and Bruce grabbed his shoulder. “Sapphire, focus!”

(Y/N) snapped out of it and looked at him. “What do you want me to do?”

“You can crystalize things, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do that and save any civilians that are in the area.”

“I can do that.”

“Then go.”

He rose in the sky and looked down. “Batman!” Bruce looked up at him. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

(Y/N) flew high above the fight and said, “Alright ring, it’s you and me. Scan for civilians in the area.”

Scanning…detecting civilian lifeforms in danger ten degrees west and forty meters away.

He hurried in the direction the ring provided and sure enough there was a one of those annoying killer robots about to attack a family. (Y/N) got to them first, holding his fist up to the robot. “Not today, terminator!” Bright, violet crystal encased the robot and he turned, smiling at the family as he created a hot air balloon construct. “All aboard the Star Sapphire Hot Air Express!” The family climbed in, and he was quick to fly them to a safer street where he let them down and said, “Get to safety!”

As they ran off, (Y/N) rose back into the sky and headed for the main fight when his ring warned, Incoming projectile detected.

He glanced over too late, and another enemy tin-can rammed into him with a speed that was probably Mach one. (Y/N) went flying with a terrifying force, hurdling back through a skyscraper under construction. He skidded across the floor and coughed harshly, managing to get to his knees when the robot came on him again, this time, slamming its ton foot down onto his back. This time, he found himself propelled with the same force but down through the floors of the construction site.

(Y/N) didn’t know if he hit the ground floor or just another one but wherever he landed, he knew it was bad because he couldn’t feel his chest. He gasped and struck an arm out, trying to push himself up, but something held him there. (Y/N) bent his neck and looked down, eyes widening as he caught sight of the multiple rebars that had pierced through his chest and abdomen, out his back.

Warning, multiple bodily wounds detected.

Debris scattered as the enemy landed beside him and (Y/N) sucked in a painful breath.

“Star Sapphire detected. Beginning elimination process.”

His eyes shot wide, and he scrambled, shooting his arm out, but nothing would form.

Come on! Work!

Again, nothing.

The robot neared him, ready to tear him to pieces and (Y/N) grit his teeth, clenching his jaw as he hissed, “I’m not dying here.”

Love powers all.

He inhaled deeply. “For hearts long lost and full of fright.”

His mouth felt like it was flooding with blood. “For those alone in blackest night.”

His chest burned. “Accept our ring and join our fight.”

(Y/N)’s mind drifted to his memories, starting with his childhood, into his teens, and into his adulthood. Finally, they settled on Hal.

He opened his eyes and shouted, “Love conquers all—with violet light!”

A blast of fire-hot, violet energy shot out from his fist and hit the robot with the force of a full speed freight train. As the light dimmed, all that hit the ground was the robot’s legs, singed and sparking with crackling electricity.

(Y/N) let out a breath as he laid his head down on the concrete and let his hand fall next to his mouth. “Star Sapphire to anyone out there. I’m in the construction sight west of your position.” He swallowed the blood on his mouth. “I need medical evac…I’m not doin’ too hot.”

A voice crackled over the ring. “This is GL. I’m in route.”

Oh God. Not you.

Moments later, a green light shone behind him, lighting up the dark walls around them. “Pinkie! Where are you!”

(Y/N) raised his hand and gave off a beacon. “Here!” he coughed, and the face plate started fading. “Not doing good, Hal,” he said as the Lantern hurried over and knelt beside him. “I��m in bad trouble.”

Hal constructed a light above them that lit up the dark room and he wished he hadn’t seen the look on Hal’s face. “(Y/N)?” he breathed in shock, bending down to touch his face like he couldn’t believe his ex-lover was in front of him, impaled by four or five metal rebars. “What…”

The suit faded from (Y/N)’s body and the crimson started growing from where he was impaled. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said, breathing labored as he struggled to stay awake. “Was afraid of telling.”

Hal couldn’t even form words he was in such a shock. He looked around. “You need to get to a hospital.”

“‘m not sure I’ll make it, Hal.”

“You’re going to!” he shouted back, lifting his ring up. “This is GL, Sapphire is down, and he needs medical attention now.” Hal scanned (Y/N)’s body. “Damn, you’re stuck on a slab of concrete that has the rebars connected. We can’t take it with you.”

(Y/N) wheezed out, “Move me.”

“You’re not supposed to move things like this!”

“Either you move it and I die after, or I die here. Take your pick.”

Hal scowled and seeing no other option, he formed a few constructs that resembled soldiers. Each one stuck their hands under (Y/N)’s torso and he said, “On three. One, two, three!”

They lifted at the same time and (Y/N) cried out as the rebars drug out of his body, freeing him, but also allowing for the blood to keep flowing now that the plug was gone.

Hal caught him, lifting him into his arms. “I’ve got you, (Y/N).”

The world passed around them as Hal flew them out of the building. He lolled his head against Hal’s shoulder, vision beginning to grow dim. “Hal,” he whispered, reaching up to weakly touch the Lantern’s jaw. “Gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Don’t,” he refused. “Tell me when you wake up in the hospital.”

“Might not get that,” he countered with a pitiful laugh. “Shoulda told you that night.”

“(Y/N),” Hal begged. “Please, don’t do this now.”

“Mmm…I love you, Hal.”

Hal’s face crumpled in pain. “Why?”

“‘cause I do,” (Y/N) simply said. “Don’t wanna die without telling you.”

“I’m not letting you die,” Hal promised, looking down at him. “(Y/N), I promise, I’m going to get you help.”

“Okay,” he whispered, eyelids starting to feel heavy, limbs colder than they should’ve been. “Okay…”

Hal looked down again, eyes shooting wide. “(Y/N)!” he shouted. “(Y/N)!”

The last thing he heard was Hal’s despairing cry in his ears as the world went dark around him.

***PART EIGHT***

Something ached with a fury in his chest, like something had sat on him, and a steady yet annoying beeping echoed in his ears. He managed to pry his eyes open only to close them as the bright lights above blinded him like there was no tomorrow. Shutting them, he blinked a few times before trying once more and he slowly looked around, discerning his surroundings. “Finally awake?” a voice said lowly, and he shifted his eyes up to the left, seeing Bruce standing beside him. “You’ve been out for a week.”

(Y/N) blinked, not comprehending the statement. “Huh?” he coughed raggedly, and Bruce lifted a glass of water to his mouth, holding it so he could drink; he pulled away. “What happened?”

Bruce leaned over and split his lids open, flashing a light in them before going to the other. “We got you back to the Watchtower and then you went into some type of chrysalis state.” He seemed satisfied and pulled away. “We got Carol to come over and see what this was about. It’s some kind of defense mechanism when the body sustains grievous injuries. A way the ring protects the wearer.”

“I’m healed?”

“Mostly,” Bruce said. “You only got out of the chrysalis last night.” He nodded his head down. “He’s been by your side since you got here.”

(Y/N) glanced down to his right and his eyes widened at the sight of Hal laying with his head on the bed, crown nestled against (Y/N)’s thigh; his hand was wrapped around (Y/N)’s, fingers curled in his own.

“Couldn’t get him to leave no matter what happened.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flooded with tears and when he tried to pull his hand away so he could brush back Hal’s hair, the Lantern groaned in his sleep and shifted, laying his head on their hands to keep them there.

Bruce almost smiled at the scene. “He spent the first night sitting beside you in tears, apologizing profusely for all the ‘fucking up’ he did.” He rolled his eyes. “My advice is let him go and move on to someone who doesn’t have commitment issues.”

“That’s shit advice coming from the King of Commitment Issues,” he shot back with a good-natured grin; he glanced back at Hal. “I think we’ll be okay.”

“You sure you wanna work out him leaving like he did?”

“If we can’t…at least we’ll both find closure.”

Bruce gazed at him. “You have a big heart, (Y/N). I don’t know if it’s a good thing or bad.”

(Y/N) smiled and using his free hand, gently brushed Hal’s hair, as he replied, “It brought us back to one another…must be a good thing.” He glanced at Bruce. “Mind if I clock out for another few hours?”

“Be my guest.” As Bruce walked away, he paused and spun back around. “And (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled. “Welcome back.”

***

“—if you would wake up right now, I would tell you how stupid I was to let you go this past year.”

Hal?

“The truth is that I thought you weren’t the one for me. I was trapped and my ring had enough energy for one last construct, and I saw her not you.”

Hal.

“I thought it meant we weren’t meant to be. But then even when I was with her, I knew I was missing something.”

Really?

“And it was you, (Y/N). My dad told me to remember to be Hal Jordan and you were the one who made me feel like me. And I fucked that up when I left. God, if I could go back in time, I’d change it all.”

How?

“I’d tell you how I really felt that night. That you weren’t just a warm body to me. You were—you are everything to me.”

I am?

“And…and God, I love you.”

You do?

“I was scared to tell you. I knew what the feelings meant, and I was scared of them. Scared of what committing to you would mean. I was a coward, (Y/N), and I hurt you. I broke your heart, and this is all my fault. If I had just been honest, none of this would’ve ever happened.”

It wasn’t your fault, Hal.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you and I’m so sorry for everything.”

I love you too.

“Please, just open your eyes and look at me. Even if you tell me get out of your sight forever, I will, just please, wake up.”

He cracked his eyes open and smiled at the pilot sitting next to him. “Hey,” he whispered, and Hal’s eyes opened wide.

“(Y/N)?” tear-tracks stained his cheeks and he smiled tearfully, reaching up to cup the man’s cheeks. “You’re awake.” He pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s forehead. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

“Yeah…”

Hal swallowed. “Did you—”

He nodded. “All of it.”

“Oh…I understand.” Hal stood up, a look of solemnity coming over him. “If you want me to leave so you can have—”

“I love you, Hal.”

“—time to sort it all out and what you want to—I’m sorry?” he asked, brows furrowing. “What was that?”

(Y/N) tried not to laugh at the bewilderment on Hal’s face. “I said I love you, Hal.”

“You—you do?” Hal searched his gaze. “You really mean it? You love me?”

He nodded. “I love you, Hal Jordan.”

Hal fell to his knees beside (Y/N)’s bed, relief sagging him to the ground as he pressed his forehead to the bed. “You love me.”

“I love you,” (Y/N) repeated.

His head lolled to the side, and he gazed at him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For everything. For hurting you.”

(Y/N) smiled sadly. “We all make mistakes, Hal.”

“Maybe…but letting you go was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” Hal reached for his hand but didn’t take it. “I love you, (Y/N). And I want to try again. If you can find it in you to give me another chance?”

He glanced down at their hands, almost touching, and he said, “Did you know that I was the one who found your dad’s necklace?”

Hal nodded, pain in his eyes. “Bruce said as much.”

“I found it because I wanted to give you a nice anniversary gift, but I was going to tell you that I loved you when I gave it.”

Hal didn’t say anything.

(Y/N) looked at him and took his hand. “I’m not going to give out chance after chance, Hal.” His expression was complete seriousness. “I believe you’re the one for me but I’m not going to let you walk in and out of my life when it’s convenient for you. We’re in this together or not at all.”

The pilot nodded. “I understand.”

“Do you?” he questioned with concern. “I need to know if you’re with me, Hal. I need to know that you won’t leave me alone amongst the stars.”

“I won’t,” Hal assured, squeezing his hand. “I swear on my father’s memory, I won’t.”

(Y/N) held up his ringed hand and let his suit form around his body, the glowing crystal in the center of his chest shown a soft pink. “Prove it to me.”

Hal inhaled deeply and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing intently into the crystal.

For a few moments, he seemed transfixed in whatever he was seeing, but slowly, a smile worked across his face, soft and beautiful and he looked up at (Y/N) with misty eyes.

“And what do you see?”

Hal shook his head. “I don’t need to tell you.”

“But—”

He bent down and pressed his forehead to (Y/N)’s waiting until the suit faded again before saying, “I know what this life is going to hold for us.”

“Us?” (Y/N) breathed and Hal pressed his lips to the man’s.

“Us,” Hal professed against them, intent to keep pressing kiss after kiss as he spoke. “We’re going to be okay, (Y/N). You and me.”

“Forever,” he repeated, warmth blossoming in his chest.

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potions and locked closets

hey!! sorry this is such a long fic BUT i just wanted to say that i’m also working on this same fic but from lily’s pov lmk if you’d want that:))) thanks and i love you all so freakin much <3

James tried to steady his breathing. His heart was already beating too quickly for his liking, and he hadn't even seen her yet. He was already surprised that she agreed to be his partner; they both know that it would likely be another hour of pointless bickering but nonetheless. Lily Evans had agreed to partner with James for their weekly project Slughorn had assigned. She finally said yes to something.

"Fine," she had said after he asked her, following it up with, "But I'll undoubtedly need help with Transfiguration this week, so if you swear to help me, then I suppose we can partner."

In all honesty, James wasn't having too much trouble with his Elixer to Induce Euphoria, but he just wanted an excuse for Lily to be with him. And maybe if she saw that he had matured at least a little bit, it would make her start to tolerate him.

If that were even possible.

The dungeons were decently empty, but Lily had intentionally reserved the potions room in advance so no one else would be around. Meaning they would be completely and totally alone.

When he walked into the room, she was fiddling with the size of the fire under the cauldron. She was at the desk she usually sat in, the second row to the left, with her back to him.

"Evening Evans," He said, setting his bag on the table and standing next to her, "I see you've started already."

"Well, I actually want a good score on this," She exhaled through her mouth and flipped through her Potions book, her dainty fingers lingering on the words "Elixer to Induce Euphoria".

"I'm right there with you," he said, rolling up his sleeves. He watched Lily's eyes dart from his arms back to her textbook. From what James could see, she already gathered the ingredients and had them neatly organised in front of them.

"Alright, you can start by skinning these then?" She said, swiftly handing him the Shrivelfigs.

"Got it," he noted the way her eyes darted up to his for a second when she was handing him the Shrivelfigs, their skin touching momentarily. While it was only a second, it was long enough to cause James to hitch his breath in an all too noticeable way.

He started skinning the flower, trying to ignore the way her perfume smelled or the curve of her jaw. She tied her hair up in a low ponytail, pulling out tiny wispy hairs that framed her face. He chastised himself for the dirty thoughts that followed, but, Jesus, he couldn't help his want to do the most unholy things to her when she did that.

She started working on porcupine quills as he attempted to pull himself together.

"I wish we got Amortentia."

James took a sharp inhale, resulting in him coughing on his own spit. She, Lily Evans, the same Lily Evans who insisted she hated every fibre of his being every day since they were twelve, wanted to make a love potion with him- James! James Potter! As in the same James Potter that she would shoot daggers at any excuse, the boy she would scold any second she could, the boy-

"It's just so much more of a challenge compared to this one," she finished.

Right. Of course. That's why Lily wanted to make that potion, no other reason, as much as James wanted there to be.

"At least we didn't get Felix Felicis. That takes a while," He ignored the feeling of his heart sinking and his stomach twisting as he finished up the Shrivelfigs. He should've known that was the reason, but he couldn't help but innocently jump to conclusions with her.

"What did Amortentia smell like for you?" She asked, causing James to start jumping to conclusions again.

How do I answer this honestly without giving away the fact that I smelled her?"

"Fresh bread, rain, and- uh- my mother's shampoo," He mentally kicked himself for bringing up his mother, but it was the quickest thing he could think of on the spot, "What about you?"

She sighed, stirring in the quills, "The ocean, my mum's hot chocolate and a cologne of some kind, but I couldn't place where that one was from."

A pang of jealousy beat along with James's heart as he thought about her smelling another lads cologne. Whoever he was, he was a prick.

She shook her head quickly as she seemed to panic for a moment, hastily saying, "Anyways, I'm sure it doesn't matter."

She fiddled with the ladle, brushing the few hairs out of her face. Her cheeks were bright red.

"You alright there, Evans?" He asked as he turned to look at her. He swallowed what felt like all his dignity and pride but was actually just the extra spit that always was around with Lily.

"Just fine," She cleared her throat and handed him the Sopophorous beans, not looking at him, "Would love it if you could start working on these, though."

"Got it," he mumbled as he started dicing the beans.

"No, Potter," His heart lightened a little at the sound of his name in her voice, even if it was to chastise him, "Those are far too small. They'll dissolve too quickly."

"What do you mean, this is how Slughorn does it-"

"Slughorn always cuts things too small, but he makes up for it by moving a little quicker-"

"Well, that's stupid. What kind of a teacher-"

"James," She looked up at him, sighing, and despite her exhausted expression, his lungs lifted immensely at the sound of his first name. She never used his first name.

"Yes, Evans?"

"Could you perhaps go find more in the Potions closet? I think it'll just make things a lot easier."

"Got it."

The closet was cluttered, full of misplaced ingredients from students whose first priority clearly wasn't organisation. After a solid minute of staring at the mess, he called her in to help him.

"What do you mean 'Can't find them'- I just saw them," she huffed, shoving herself next to him in the tight space. James would be lying if he said he didn't do this on purpose but let the boy live. He would take any excuse to be in close proximity to the girl.

"Not sure how anyone could find anything in here. I feel bad for the poor bloke who has to clean this during detention," He said, hands on his hips as she stood in front of him, green eyes scanning the shelves. The closet door closed behind her, and while they weren't any closer than they were by the desks, it almost felt like she was right on top of him. It was taking his total concentration to not think about shoving her against the door and having a long-awaited snog.

"It'll probably be Sirius," she said, glancing at him, a smirk on her face.

He chuckled as he looked at the messy shelves, suddenly shy from her eye contact, "Probably. Maybe we should leave him a note."

They faced each other, her back towards the door and his towards the shelves of messy ingredients. There was just enough room between them for her to fold her arms against her chest, her smile making James's lungs feel extra airy, "Or we can charm the Wolfsbane to fall off every time he tries to put it away."

James laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at her. Their faces were only inches apart, and his heart was beating so hard he was worried she could feel it.

"You know, for such a stickler for rules, you're quite creative with pranks."

She smirked, "I've learned that you can get away with a lot more if you aren't so obnoxious about it."

James let out a fake, dramatised gasp, "You?! A Prefect breaking rules?"

She just shrugged, a smirk still painted on her face. James took a second to look at her, feeling fortunate that not only was he was in the potions closet with her, but she had chosen to carry a conversation with him. This friendly banter was still a little rare, even though they had been getting a little closer lately. Since the incident at the end of fifth year, roughly nine months ago, James decided to get his act together. Mainly for the sake of Lily, but also the threat of war was becoming more than just rumours, and he knew that a war was no place for an immature bully like himself. He was not a person that he- or really anyone- was proud of, and he wasn't okay with that.

James was about to say something when her eyes lit up at something behind his head.

"There it is!" She said and reached her arm out to grab something just next to his ear.

Under normal circumstances, James would've been disappointed that she found it because it probably meant that his time in a closet with her, the girl he's wanted to shag since he had first laid eyes on her, was now over.

However, when Lily reached forward to grab whatever they were looking for (James had since forgotten. Other things had occupied his mind the past couple of minutes), she had subconsciously pressed her body up against his. In a panic, James put his hands on her waist. They both looked at each other with panicked eyes when they realised what was going on, faces close enough that James felt her heavy exhale as she attempted to catch her breath. Her eyes darted to his lips as he was suddenly aware of how naked they felt without hers on them. He instinctively bit them.

James cleared his throat and politely turned his head away from her, trying to reduce the awkwardness.

"Er-Um-Sorry," He said, taking his hands off her waist and shoving his hands into his pockets. Lily's hand was still grasping the beans behind him, and she was staring at him, seemingly debating something. Feeling shy and awkward as she studied his face, James was staring at her left earlobe, noticing the freckle resting next to her small pearl earring.

"Don't worry about it," She mindlessly whispered, still looking intently at him. She seemed to be deep in thought and was not thinking about the words she was saying.

James was just surprised she wasn't showing any signs of being uncomfortable. He would've guessed that she would be yelling at him by now.

"So-uh- I guess we should get-" James cleared his throat as he reached for the door handle behind her. He was nervous under Lily's stare and was having a hard time keeping composure. He wasn't sure what she was thinking, and that honestly bothered him more than if she was yelling at him. At least he knew how she felt then, but he was entirely in the dark right now, "We should get going. The potion's probably been simmering for too long."

Lily blinked and shook her head as if leaving a deep trance. Suddenly embarrassed and blushing, she nodded her head and cleared her throat.

"Right," She said as James tried the door handle.

It didn't move.

He tried it again.

Nothing.

"Well, shit," James said, trying to jiggle the door handle again with both hands despite knowing it wouldn't work. She probably thought he did this on purpose (Which wouldn't be a terribly bad idea if James wasn't so afraid of her), "It's locked."

Lily's eyes widened in a panic, and she promptly turned around, trying the door handle for herself. When it inevitably didn't work, she turned back around and sighed as she leaned against the door, looking up. She groaned and brushed the hair out of her face.

"I forgot that Slughorn keeps it locked," She said, still huffing, "Normally, it doesn't matter because he just keeps it open, but..."

James felt his pockets for his wand and remembered he left it on the desk, "You haven't got your wand, do you?"

Lily looked down as she felt her own pockets, looking back up as she shook her head.

It was then, at the sight of a dishevelled Lily Evans, that James realised that he was locked in a closet with her, and he had a hard time remembering why this was such a bad thing. He tried to shove out the thoughts that entered at the way she looked dishevelled and breathing heavily. The things he would do to be the one making her look like that...

"Sorry, Evans. I feel partially responsible for this predicament," He shook his head, trying to regain self-control. What was he thinking? This was Lily Evans he was thinking about. The girl who never failed to let him know just how much she wanted to strangle him at any given moment.

She said nothing, instead resumed studying his face. He sheepishly messed up his hair, unsure what to do with his body under her gaze.

"Oh, Christ, James," She said in annoyance, biting her lip softly.

"What did I do? I didn't know about the lock!" James said defensively, finding it odd that she was just now getting mad at him.

She rolled her eyes and just looked at him.

"Fuck it," She said, and before James could form a confused expression, her hands were pulling his neck forward, and her lips were being slammed against his.

"What the fuck?" James said, shock widening his eyes as he pulled away slightly. He clearly was baffled beyond logical thinking and reason because Lily would be shoved up against the door if he were thinking clearly. There was no way that Lily Evans, the same Lily Evans that swore she wouldn't ever go out with him not even nine months ago, had just kissed him. Passionately, at that.

"Are you complaining?" She asked, a soft smirk resting on the lips that James was just kissing.

"What-No? Of course not, I just-"

"Then shut up," She whispered, feeling her way from his neck to his tie, which she pulled him forward with so their faces were close again, "And give me a good snog."

"Yes, ma'am," James smirked and tilted his head, pushing her against the door and kissing her firmly without a second thought.

#jily #jily fic #james and lily #james potter and lily evans #james potter supremacy #james and lily potter #lily and james #lily evans and james potter

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just this once pt.3

a/n: i know im technically a day late, but we stopped very late. but its here! and its gonna be a decent amount of parts, so be prepared, besties

Word Count: 2,439

Warnings: smut implications

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

Natasha had to admit, she hated how understanding Maria was. She had gone home and told Maria what you had said, expecting to become single almost as soon as she had finished talking. But no, Natasha had finished her rant, and Maria had taken a deep breath before saying “I’m sorry,” and dragging her into a hug.

She would’ve handled a “we’re over” much better.

But it helped ease some of the guilt that she was carrying around with her. It lifted some of the weight that had been keeping her head down and feet dragging. And with Maria being the most understanding person in the world, now she could live her life. Did she forgive herself? Fuck no, but at least she could move on with Maria.

It helped that you kept to what she had told you.

In the months after learning the truth, she never saw you. Her feet never took her to your suite, her thoughts never trailed to that night. Well. Not during the day. She… didn’t want to talk about the dreams.

Natasha was able to go a solid month without seeing you, and even though the back of her mind kept telling her to talk to you, she had stayed away. She had kept to her “honey do” list, went on her missions, and just lived her life.

Until Fury stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.

“You two have a mission.”

Natasha looked over to where you were standing, over in the corner as far away from her as you could be. Your eyes were down, only occasionally darting up to look at Fury when he was talking. She could see the fins on your arm flare out a bit before relaxing again, along with the slight twitch of your gills.

“Can this mission not be done with one person?” Natasha asked, her eyes still locked on you; you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“It requires stealth and…” Fury looked over at you and sighed. “Gills.”

“And here I thought you kept me around for my good looks,” you teased with an upturn of the corner of your mouth.

“When do you need us?” Natasha asked, and your half smile fell as quickly as it had appeared.

“You leave bright and early, 0400.”

With that, Fury left the room, leaving you and her alone. She took note of your fins staying flared, and took that as her sign to leave. Your feet shuffled, and she moved slower just in case, but you never reached out to her. That was all Natasha needed to head back to her room to prepare for tomorrow.

Tomorrow came far too soon, and it felt like only moments later that Natasha was standing in the hangar, watching you prep your gear.

Incorrectly.

“Your holster’s backwards,” Natasha pointed out.

“It is not, I’m testing something out,” you shot back without looking up.

“Whatever you put in there is going to fall out,” she continued.

You ignored her, but tried to turn it around without her noticing. She did. A silence fell over the both of you as you continued to get ready. Natasha had already gotten all of her stuff, but you continued to move around. You grabbed your belt and a harpoon, all of them quickly attached at your hips.

You maintained your relentless pace, her face pressed against the wall as you held your hand to the back of her neck. She felt you thrusting into her, most likely leaving a bruise on her ass and hips, but all she knew was that it felt so good she could only think of one thing-

Natasha turned her head away, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say. She refused to look at you until you stood up straight, geared up and ready to go. Your suit told her that there was going to be some sort of underwater aspect, and that gave her a bit of insight as to what was expected of the both of you.

The quinjet ride was awkward, to say the least. You stayed in the back while Natasha flew. She was thankful that you were keeping your distance. If you had been close, it was very possible that Natasha would have lost her damn mind.

Your suit always did do something to her.

You hadn't even bothered to take your pants off; just pulled them down far enough for you to get your strap out. Her fingers scrambled to grab purchase of something, anything, but your suit was still wet from the mission. Almost as wet as she was.

Natasha shook her head, trying to physically remove the memories. She was going to kill Nick when she got back.

She needed to focus on the mission. There was no need for it to be anything other than a mission. Get in, map out the building, get out. You would cover the lower levels, she would cover the upper, it shouldn't take more than an hour.

It was a slow descent to the checkpoint, but easy enough. You spent the last few minutes braiding your hair, keeping it out of the way and showing off the shaved part of your head. Natasha remembered teaching you how to tie those braids.

Once the quinjet was landed and you were both on solid ground, it was straight to business.

"Once you get back to solid ground, your pants and gear should be in a backpack marked on your locator," Natasha said.

"We'll meet up in the eastern stairwell," you continued, not even skipping a beat. It was like nothing had ever happened.

"Comms on?"

"Gonna miss me?" You asked, cocky as ever, but you turned the comm on anyway.

"Just get moving," Natasha huffed with a roll of her eyes. "The sooner we get in, the sooner we're done."

"See you in a minute," you winked and mock-saluted before jumping down into the hole that would be your entrance.

It's what she hated about you; how you could so easily act like nothing had ever happened.

Natasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Just one. Then it was time to get moving. She finished pulling her cap down, mostly covering the top half of her face before finishing the walk to the guarded entrance

She flashed a badge and they let her in without a word. One of her easier infiltrations, if she were being honest. Just went to prove that as long as she acted like she belonged, no one would question her. It was easier to blend in if you acted like there was no need for it.

Starting from the top, Natasha made her way down the building, mapping corridors, potential hidden rooms, rooms of interest. By the time she made it to your meeting point, she had marked more than enough information to assist in future missions.

All she needed was your half and she could go home.

The door to the stairwell was thrown open, slamming against the wall and causing Natasha to flinch ever so slightly. You were still soaking wet, trailing water behind you, and you didn't have your gear. In fact, you didn't have anything.

"What happened?" Natasha asked. But the sound of an alarm being set off was answer enough.

"It wasn't me," you stated simply.

Yelling echoed in the corridor behind you, and you gave Natasha A Look. That was all she needed before you both took off running down the stairs, skipping three or four at a time. She heard a *squeak* and turned around just in time to see you fall flat on your ass with a loud grunt.

“Get up,” Natasha groaned.

She didn’t wait for you to get up on your own, instead decided to grab your arm and yank you up. Except for the fact that she had forgotten how wet you were, and how slippery your skin could get, and you ended up falling back onto your ass a second time.

“Some help you are,” you growled as you managed to push yourself back up onto your feet.

“If you weren’t such a freak, this wouldn’t even be a problem,” Natasha shot back.

You both continued running, finally reaching the bottom floor just in time to hear echoed footsteps a few floors above you. Natasha opened the door and pushed you in, quick to follow after. She shut the door and grabbed the extra harpoon bolt from your hip, shoving it between the door and the wall while you protested.

“Get going,” she said as she continued to push you forward, looking for a way out.

“We could always go through the sewers,” you suggested with a shrug when you both came to a halt in an intersection that you swore you hadn’t seen yet.

“I’m not escaping in a fucking sewer,”Natasha shot at you. “You were supposed to find us a way out.”

“It’s not my fault someone ratted us out! I don’t like being stuck with you either!” You shouted back.

“Oh sure, after all of that bullshit a few months ago, now you don’t want to get stuck with me?”

“Listen, I said I was-”

“They’re around the corner!” A voice shouted. You and Natasha shared a look, and Natasha managed to pull you into a closet just in time for footsteps to be heard coming in your direction.

“We should’ve taken the sewer,” you whisper-yelled as Natasha tried to ignore how close to you she was.

If you two had been any closer, you would’ve been inside each other, and not in the enjoyable way. Natasha’s arms were pinned in between the both of you, and she could feel your ribs under her fingers. Her ear was pressed to your body; she could hear your irregular, three-pump heartbeat loud and clear. There used to be a time she would have enjoyed being so close.

You were both silent as you waited for the footsteps and yelling to die down. Even when they had faded, you stayed still, hoping that they wouldn’t open the closet as a last resort. Your body heat was comforting, and Natasha almost found herself forgetting the danger that was just around the corner. But then you gave an awkward cough and shifted, and Natasha was brought back to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable.

“I think we’re safe,” Natasha mumbled.

“Let’s get out of here,” you agreed as you cleared your throat again, still incredibly uncomfortable.

You reached around her and opened the door, the both of you practically falling out of the closet. When Natasha stood up straight again, she brushed the nonexistent dirt from her suit and avoided your gaze at all costs. Only when she had regained her composure did she turn to you again.

“You mentioned a sewer?” Natasha asked, completely defeated.

You nodded and started running in the opposite direction of the yelling, leading her down corridors until you both reached a manhole cover. Natasha could smell the sewage without opening it, and she could only imagine how terrible it would be once she jumped in. But there didn’t really seem to be any other option, and you were already prying it open just enough for them to slip in.

“Ladies first,” you gestured.

“Gee, thanks,” Natasha groaned as she took her last breath of semi-pure air and jumped in.

The stench was worse than anything Natasha had ever smelled before. All the death and ruin she had witnessed, and she still believed that this was worse. She couldn’t even attempt to guess at what was causing the smell, but she didn’t think she wanted to know. Maybe it would be a little more tolerable if she just pretended it was nothing.

You jumped in after her and pulled the manhole back into place, and just like that, it was like neither of you had ever been there. You didn’t wait for her as you started making your way out of the building, and Natasha quickly followed suit. She didn’t understand how you could breathe the air like it was nothing, but maybe it was part of your physiology. Maybe you were just lucky.

It felt like an eternity before you both ran into a ladder that would take you out of the sewer. You yanked the manhole cover aside and Natasha went up first, gasping when she smelled the fresh air. It was like being reborn, she thought. Her cells felt rejuvenated and her skin felt cleaner.

As soon as you pulled the cover back on, you both ran back to the quinjet as fast as you could. The stench of sewage followed you, stuck to your clothes; they would probably be incinerated when you got back to the tower. But you were out, and you could head back with enough confidence to tell Nick that you had at least gotten half of the building mapped out.

“You fly, I think I’m drying out,” you groaned. Natasha didn’t argue.

She sat in the pilot’s seat and set a course for the tower, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and a good sleep. But she looked back in time to see you stripping your suit off, groaning as it literally peeled off. Inch by inch, she saw your shoulders, your spines, your back, those abs.

You were never one to let anyone see you undressed, but Natasha loved that she was allowed. The way you shifted and twitched when her fingers ran over your skin, when you whined if she kissed that spot on your back. Loved the feel of your abs flexing as you thrusted into her at an inhuman pace that had her moaning and cumming for hours and-

“Nat, pull up!”

Natasha felt your hands covering hers, yanking up, and the real world unfolded before her eyes. The ground was quickly approaching, and the sound of the air rushing past the quinjet was enough to make Natasha’s hands shake. Only when the jet was back up and on course did she start to settle.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” You shouted, but Natasha just turned back to the front, trying her hardest to ignore the stinging in her eyes.

You grumbled and walked off, and Natasha could feel the frustration radiating off of you. But she didn’t really care anymore. She had nearly gotten you both killed because she had been too busy remembering you railing her. Natasha couldn’t do this anymore, couldn’t be around you anymore.

Not if she wanted to stay alive.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #marvel #my writing

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Fully Completely 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, blood, cutting, general hatred

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Today, we have more Loki then tomorrow more Zemo and some Sam on Saturday. I might add in some Andy Barber after that but keep plucking away at this and Candy Coated. Anyway, I’ll see you in the comments and the asks.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 5: Hang me long out in the sun

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You sat against the wall, flinching every time you leaned too heavily on the radiator and burned your arm. You were certain Loki cranked the heat before he left as it was stolid and stifling in the large room. Sweat dripped down your body and mingled with the drying blood along your chest. You were uncomfortable but you didn’t want to get comfortable in this place.

You pulled on your wrist until your hand throbbed and the cuffs showed no sign of wear and the radiator didn’t budge. You stretched across the floor until you could reach the edge of the bookshelf and kicked until some books fell, hoping for some hidden pin or tool to pick the lock. There were only musty old books and dust.

You stood, tried to at least, bent over as you stretched your legs. You did awkward squats and extended your arms to your toes, one at least. You rolled your head on your neck so it cracked noisily and settled back against the wall. You were tired, exhausted, but too worked up to sleep.

It hit you all at once as the stench of smoke clung to your shirt and skin. Your shop was gone, your home, everything you worked for. It was another sick joke played on you by the town of Birch.

Bucky was just another bully. He was like that boy in ninth grade who asked you to meet him at the park for a ‘date’ only to stand you up. You remembered the Monday after when he planted a stink bomb in your locker. The men around there were all the same. Everywhere if you were to judge by Loki.

You closed your eyes and thought of your dad. You thought he would’ve been proud to see everything you’d done; a shop of your own, a life where you didn’t have to worry. He said to you, through his dying lungs, that he knew you would be alright, that you could take care of yourself and Jerome. What about your brother then? Shouldn’t he take care of you too?

For the first time in a very long time, you wanted to cry. You kept your eyes shut to keep the tears locked in and slowly your mind eased. You sunk down as the warmth of the radiator embraced you, unbothered by the unyielding heat against your arm. You could hear yourself snore as you succumbed to your fatigue.

You were woken by the clatter of the door below. The old Victorian house echoed every noise and shuddered at every gale without. You lifted your head with a snort and sidled away from the radiator. Your arm was tender from the constant blaze of the radiator and you winced as you touched it. Fuck, it was burned.

You braced yourself as you listened to the slow ascent. You heard him behind the door and watched the knob turn. You sprawled out and slid a book closer with your foot. You got up and grabbed it quickly and stood in a hunch. You flung it at Loki as he entered but he quickly blocked the hardcover tome with the door.

He carefully peeked around the wood and stepped back in with a sigh. He shook his head as he crossed his arms and nodded as Korg appeared behind him. The bigger man placed the collection of shopping bags on the table and left with a dismissive sniff from his boss. The door closed and you were left to simmer alone with Loki.

“Such a warm welcome,” he strode to the table and tapped his fingertips on the wood, “and after I went to all the trouble of replacing your wardrobe. A pity all those wonderful pieces you had were lost.”

“I don’t want any of it,” you sneered, “leave me here, I don’t care.”

“Darling, while I find your resilience admirable it is also rather irksome,” he said, “and you will find that in the end, it will only make all this so much more difficult. You needn’t suffer anymore.”

“‘You needn’t suffer anymore,’” you mimicked him, “just listening to you talk is suffering.”

He turned his face down and clenched his jaw. He turned and reached into a bag. He pulled out a swath of black fabric that unfolded to an elegant dress with subtle black gems along the neckline like stars. You pushed your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I can understand, a woman like you, men aren’t lining up to give you nice things,” he said, “I wouldn’t exactly call this giving, more… trading.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled as you closed your eyes again, “you know, you woke me up so why don’t you keep it down?”

“I did have to guess at the sizes,” he ignored you brusquely, “but I’ve always had a keen eye.”

“You can shove your dresses and whatever else you wasted your money on up your--”

“Darling,” he interrupted, “I will not warn you again. That lip does provoke me.”

You jutted your jaw out and exhaled. You bent your legs and crossed your arms over your knees. You were too tired to argue with him. Hell, it only seemed to make you feel more helpless as you could not act on your anger. You hated that feeling. It remind you of that stupid teenage girl again; so gullible and weak.

“You cannot remain as you are,” he continued, “and I will not have a slobbish hick on my arm--”

“Jesus Christ, is your dick so small you can’t find another woman?” you hissed.

He was silent. You opened your eyes and hit your head on the wall as you were startled by how quick he moved. He pressed his knee to your chest and pinned you to the wall as he reached into his pocket and plucked out the silver key. He bent and unhooked the cuff from your wrist.

He caught your hand as you clawed at him and coughed as he pushed his knee harder against the cut between your tits. He tore you away from the wall suddenly and thrust you up to your feet. He twisted your arm behind you as he spun you and kicked your feet across the floor. You struggled with him but each time he bent your arm further up your back.

He pushed you onto the bed and straddled you as he angled you along the mattress. You flailed with your legs as he kept you trapped beneath his weight and released your arm. You reached out as he shifted above you and quickly snatched up your hands. He wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and snugly wound his tie in their place before he let go.

He backed off of you so that you laid across your stomach, your hands bound above your head to the bedpost. You rolled over as he marched away and returned just as quickly. He unfolded the razor with the mother-of-pearl handle and you dug your heels into the bed as you tried to free yourself from the silken tie.

He grabbed your leg and held it down. You brought your other knee up and he blocked it with his shoulder, “if you continue on like this, I might catch the artery.”

He held your leg down and pressed the edge of the blade to your thigh. You froze as he sliced into your skin and you grunted through your teeth. He traced a line down your leg and mirrored it on the other. He retreated and looked you over as you glanced down between your legs, the red lines dripping onto the blanket.

“What the fuck?” you yanked on the tie, “you’re fucking insane.”

“You haven’t any idea,” he held up the razor and admired the crimson along the silver, “but if you insist on this little dance, I should be inclined to go deeper.” He closed the razor and winked, “darling, you are looking rather rough,” he remarked, “but scars will not deter me.”

He spun and strode again to the bathroom. He returned and wiped his hands on a white towel and tossed it over the back of the chair. He sat and continued to sort through the bags.

“You think I’m afraid of you, you prick?” you snarled, “you think you’re going to win? When I get free, I’m going to take that blade and cut your dick--”

He stood and his hand formed a fist. He was atop you in a moment but before he could bring his hand to your throat, you bit down on the webbing between his thumb and index finger. He exclaimed and retracted his hand for just a second before he smacked you across the face. Your head snapped to the side and you held in a groan.

This time his hand stretched over your neck and he leaned over you. His hot breath whispered along your cheek and you shivered in disgust.

“Oh, darling, this will be fun indeed,” he purred, “but I have no doubt that you will be prancing around in pretty little skirts for me before long,” he squeezed until you croaked, “you can even keep them on as I fuck you.”

“Go… to… hell,” you rasped.

He snickered and sat back on his heels with you straddled beneath him, “haven’t you realised? We’re already there.”

💀

You laid there for hours after Loki left you. Even though the mattress was preferable to the floor, you didn’t sleep. You stared at the ancient ceiling and cursed every inch of that place.

Your thighs ached and that cut along your chest. Your arm was sore and raw each time it rubbed against your sleeve or the bed. You were more enraged than ever and you could hardly contain it and frustration had you kicking the mattress.

The windows were dark when he returned. He turned on the lamp beside you as the aroma of food tickled your stomach. You were desperately hungry but didn’t realise it until that moment. You salivated and gulped it down as he pulled up a chair and cradled the box in his lap.

“I’ve brought you dinner,” he said as he opened the cardboard container, “but… you have to use your manners, darling.”

“Get fucked,” you rolled onto your side so your back was to him.

“I can hear your stomach so let’s not pretend I believe you for a moment,” he taunted, “you will realise soon how weak you truly are.”

You didn’t say anything, nor did you move. You sneered at the wall as your arms strained above your head. He let out a long breath and then hummed in delight, “mmm, you know, this is not bad,” he commented, “your little diner has been the least disappointing aspect of this shithole.”

You gulped hungrily but refused to look back. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and sighed again.

“You would do yourself a favour if you did one for me,” he said, “say, if you accepted this generosity I might allow you another, perhaps a shower. Those cuts cannot remain unwashed.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you cut me,” you spat, “I don’t want anything from you and I definitely don’t want you. I’ll go live in the rubble, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You will,” he said as he stood and dragged the chair away, “but only you will pay for your stubbornness.”

💀

After another tussle, Loki relocated you once more to the radiator. He slept blissfully as you spent another restless night both sweating and shivering. When he woke, he offered you a bowl of instant oatmeal and you flipped it over. He tutted and went on with his day, leaving you again to stew in your wrath.

By the end of the day, your body rebelled with hunger and you accepted the bowl of soup he brought from The Chipped Saucer. You drank it from the paper cup but felt more rotten as it burned in your chest. He smirked as he watched you and you tossed the empty cup at him.

He scowled and you spent another night in cuffs. On the fourth day, he let you shower but kept you cuffed to the curtain bar for the ordeal. All modesty was gone as you were allowed only a plain white robe after and sat in the same spot, metal at your wrist, and wood at your back.

But you didn’t stop. You bit, you kicked, you hit, you swore, you screamed. A week passed and you wouldn’t accept it. You could see you were wearing on him and comforted yourself with the irritation in his sharp green eyes. You laughed at him outright and it stoked him further. He truly thought you’d never dealt with assholes before. You lived among them your whole life.

But that day when he came in, he was quiet though not sullen or angry. He was almost boasting as he still wore his new leather boots and dark parka. He tramped around and pulled out a mauve coloured dress, some satin and impractical undergarments, and a pair of heeled boots. He placed them calmly beside you but kept out of your reach.

He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. You shook your head at him and scoffed. He waited as you simply yawned into your palm.

“Don’t you want to go see your brother?” he asked.

“He can rot with the rest of you,” you hissed.

“So heartless,” he slithered, “but I shall relay the message to him, as hard as it may be.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you huffed.

“Well, darling, I don’t know if he should hear me or even if he could, that it would put him in a worse condition,” he mused.

“Worse condition?” you grimaced.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, my apologies,” he preened, “why yes, it seems he did have an unfortunate incident. Some suspect it was an attempt on his own life but you know how gossip is in a town so small--”

“What--” you bit down on your lip, “is he… is he okay?”

“Why, he is rotting just as you wished, yes?” he asked coyly.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. Tell me he’s okay!” you tried to stand but were kept in a crouch by the cuffs.

“If you get dressed and behave, then you can see for yourself,” he said evenly, “or I will alone and hope that he survives his injuries… I wouldn’t expect the healthcare around here to be very adequate--”

“You fucking touch him--”

“What? You are wasting time, darling, and visiting hours will be over soon,” he warned.

You clenched your jaw and squinted at him. You swallowed your derision and blinked.

“Fine,” you said quietly, “I’ll… behave. Just take me to see him.”

“Good girl,” he came closer and knelt to grab your wrist, “but let me be clear, one misstep and you will never see him again. I should hate for him to die alone.”

“Just fucking undo me,” you snarled and his lips curved in triumph.

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ryouverua · 3 years

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Saimota is a fantastic ship that only improves with age and their respective maturity. Right from the get-go we see this in canon, too! They have a tumultuous first clash at the end of chapter 1 which is immediately turned on its head, and the subsequent growth and development of their in-game relationship really stands out that much more because of it.

This is a long one, so strap in!

Kaito realizes his mistake in his approach after punching him the night before and rectifies it immediately the next morning when he notices Shuichi hasn’t come to breakfast, rightly guessing that he’s stewing in his own grief and misery. And then, being the emotionally intelligent guy he is, he follows up that night and drags him out to exercise (which, y’know, releases endorphins and is scientifically proven to help with mood boosts and even depression) - a move which Shuichi says in chapter 5 saved his life.

A couple days pass and a body drops. Kaito supports him through the investigation knowing that Kaede had been with him last time and that there’s a danger of him relapsing. In the trial, too, Kaito makes every effort to let Shuichi know that he isn’t alone and someone does have his back if he fumbles. This is the real moment that Shuichi chooses to depend on Kaito and is rewarded for it, and while Kaito does get plenty of ego-feed out of it, he believes in Shuichi and his talent wholeheartedly (enough so that it’ll come back to bite him later). But despite it being framed as a ‘hero and sidekick’ relationship, it’s not just for Kaito’s self-worth - it’s to take some of the mental load off of Shuichi, who really, really doesn’t want the pressure of everyone’s lives solely on his shoulders, and is now dealing with the guilt of two cases where uncovering the guilty party hurt him.

(quick chapter 2 interlude! while this is where a lot of the big hero-worship begins for Shuichi and happens to be where I also did his first FTE and got to witness this:

this is also the chapter when these moments happen, post-breakfast and post-casino scene respectively:

and this happens in the very next FTE:

mmm yes, the duality of man. Suffice it to say, while Shuichi has definite rose-coloured glasses on for a lot of the game, Kaito is definitely not an invincible, untouchable hero in his eyes)

Interestingly enough, despite Shuichi still very much leaning into their friendship (and vice versa), they don’t spend a lot of time together in Chapter 3 after he brings Maki out to training that first night! While Chapter 4 is their real ‘break’, Kaito spends a lot of time in his room in the second half while Shuichi gets to know Maki better. And while Maki is a much, uh, meaner investigation partner (love you girl, but that tongue is sharp), they make a great team. Shuichi also starts poking at Kaito’s reason for holing up in his room, incorrectly guess that it’s just related to the occult being brought up. Most importantly, Shuichi is able to do an investigation on his own independent of Kaito just a week after the end of Chapter 1.

Chapter 4 and its immediate aftermath in 5 is great because it showcases Kaito’s flaws and insecurity, and what conflict between the two of them look like. It’s because Kaito respects Shuichi so much that cracks in his own confidence start appearing - and while Shuichi can be obtuse and awkward at times, he shows signs of wanting to broach some more sensitive topics with Kaito; if you do FTEs with Kaito in Ch 4, he even has an inner narrative in which he notes that Kaito had said his stomach hurt before.

He’s not so self-absorbed as to not worry about his friend (but narratively we gotta save that juicy plot point and subsequent reveal for the end of the trial) but hey, Kaito wants to chill and just shoot the shit - so why not have some downtime with his friend in the murder school. Btw, their FTE availability ends here - so if Shuichi has completed them with Kaito, he’s already had his canon-saimota thoughts at this point. While I have given Shuichi the side-eye for his ‘I can rely on Kaito for anything’ spiel, he is fully able and willing to stand up to Kaito in the Chapter 4 trial despite his canon feelings for him at that point. By the way, it’s been a week and a half since the end of Chapter 1 at this point. Shuichi and Kaito have had an arc together where they become fast friends in a pressure-cooker situation and bonding over shared grief for Kaede (even if Kaito’s is less obvious), Shuichi starts as dependent on Kaito’s emotional support but learns to stand on his own two feet, and Kaito is forced to confront his own weakness and hero persona, all while classmates are dropping (including Kaito’s own ex-hero figure, a stark reminder that ‘heroes’ do have flaws).

So the beginning of Chapter 5 is wild to me because of how it’s so often misinterpreted as Kaito immaturely giving Shuichi the silent treatment despite the entirety of the game preceding it explicitly showing that Kaito will tell you, loudly, when he’s angry at you, and that’s purely because we’re in Shuichi’s perspective and he thinks that’s what’s going on - but that’s a bit of a tangent. What I like about it is how we get to see what happens when Kaito (as sick as he is at that point) feels badly and embarrassed with someone he is close to; he withdraws as opposed to lashing out. And while Shuichi is really, really bad at reaching out too without an inciting incident (tunnel escape), he does try and broach the topic when push comes to shove. He’s not lost in hero worship, not even close - he is rightfully upset that the person he’s closest to at the school is upset while still maintaining to himself and the others that his actions were correct. He doesn’t waver on this, despite his attempt to offer an olive branch at the window of the hangar’s bathroom. He truly stands by his own choices in the last class trial and know he won't back down on that if push comes to shove, and that's important - he won't yield the point just to appease Kaito. Shuichi then manages the investigation on his own, leads the trial on his own, faces off with Maki (and who he thinks is Kokichi) on his own, because he has *reached* a point where he can be independent. And to bring it back to how we get a look at ‘saimota in conflict’, Shuichi and Kaito both make amends with each other by the end of the chapter. Even if it’s spurred by it being their final goodbye, Shuichi gets to say his piece, Kaito lays out one of his own vulnerabilities so he can make peace with Shuichi - and even if I’d love to have had them delve into all of Kaito's various issues, there is a very murderous robobear overseeing this which makes time a factor - and I firmly believe that if they had more time, they could’ve resolved even more of the issues that would come up for Saimota. The groundwork wasn’t just there; there was already half the structure in place. And that’s what makes saimota even more appealing to me, tbh. We get to see them build a relationship, run into a big issue, struggle through it and resolve it by the end of the game - and it means that there’s precedent for them to do it again as more interpersonal challenges come up! It’s a goldmine of ship exploration, and they care about each other enough to work through it.

… By the way, at this point they are 2 weeks past the end of Chapter 1.

Imagine if they had more time. Imagine if Shuichi, who is absolutely dogged in pursuing an issue once he catches wind of it (despite how he can get wrapped up in his own head), who cares a lot for other people, who doesn’t just find runaways as part of his detective talent, but follows up with them after because he cares about more than just finishing the job, had the chance to spend years with Kaito and realize he uses his hero persona to protect a much more fragile sense of self. Imagine Shuichi forming that initial friendship with Kaito without the albatross of Kaede’s death hanging around his neck; about how he’ll still look up to Kaito and his fantastic positivity, passion and excellence in his chosen field, and that would only be matched by Kaito’s own admiration of Shuichi’s skills as a detective. Imagine if Kaito, who repeatedly shows the ability to reflect and change his mind when presented with evidence against his viewpoint and was able to express his own insecurity and jealousy to Shuichi in the end, was given the breathing room and space to get more comfortable with doing so. Imagine how difficult and emotionally mature they were to navigate as well as they did in a life-or-death situation that took place over a couple of weeks tops, and how much more they could grow if given the time and space for it.

... And this was nearly going to be where I ended the post, until Ira reminded me of TDP and sent me this wonderful Saimota event (which takes place before the final graduation/training trio event):

Oh hey, Shuichi picked up his catchphrase! It's quite cute how he's finishing Kaito's sentence here - he's spent a couple of years being friends with Kaito at this point, and has even taken up exercising on his own for stress relief. I wonder whose influence that was?

Anyway -

Shuichi has figured out at this point that he does need to firmly extend that helping hand to Kaito rather than worry and keep it to himself. On the other side, Kaito has learned that it is okay to accept that outstretched hand, even if he doesn't need it right now - that he can admit that some day, he might. He's being blase, sure, but it is a far cry from his in-game 'I don't/won't need help'. Good for you, Kaito - you've grown a lot! And that's the most important thing their TDPs show - their capacity for growth not just as individuals, but in a relationship. Of course there will be bumps along the way - it’s very rare that any relationship won’t have them! - but they've proven that they can work these problems in the worst of circumstances. This is by far one of the strongest ships with canon foundation in the entire series, and my goodness do I still love it years later.

#saimota #Kaito Momota #momosai #Shuichi Saihara #Danganronpa v3 #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #saimota.... is good #long drv3 posts in 2021? it's more likely than you think

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hazzasgayvodka · 3 years

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger.

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

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