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qitwrites · 3 years

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June 1st falls on a random Tuesday. The weather is decent enough, the sun bright but not harsh, and the air is pleasant, slowly dipping to colder temperatures.

Everyone crowds around various desks to chatter before homeroom, and Iida spends a grand total of two minutes trying to bring about order before migrating towards Todoroki’s desk to join in the conversation he’s having with Midoriya and Sero. When there’s roughly 14 seconds to spare before Aizawa rolls into the class in his signature yellow sleeping bag, everyone takes their seats and on time, as always, Aizawa arrives.

Three things are noted immediately:

1. The yellow sleeping bag is nowhere in sight. It’s happened before, but not often.

2. There’s a strange bounce to Aizawa’s step. Not like a normal bounce, but he’s not dragging his feet like a reluctant, sleep-deprived sloth. His steps are focused and intentional. This is a very rare, almost never-before-witnessed sight.

3. His hair is up. He doesn’t usually do it up for class, though they’ve seen him pull it into a pony when he’s dressed more casually and not in his hero attire. This is an unprecedented situation.

The class watches Aizawa wearily because, from literal months of experience, they have realized that when something is out of the ordinary, shit usually flings itself towards the fan in a most spectacularly dramatic fashion.

Even Bakugou is on-edge, watching Aizawa like a hawk. Midoriya is ready to whip his iconic notebook out and make yet another behavioral observation under the Eraserhead section. Iida looks ready to disperse any tension. They are all ready.

Aizawa sets his stuff down, gruffly wishes them good morning and then turns around to write something on the board.

They are not ready.

It’s not a big deal at all actually. In hindsight, its stupidly minor, but with Aizawa, it stands out bright and shiny, and even Koda makes a small noise of surprise.

Aizawa’s hair is pulled into a pony with a scrunchie. Which is fine, all well and good. But the scrunchie is made of a rainbow-colored hyper shiny material, which is surprising, because Aizawa always seems allergic to color, especially on his person.

And finally, there are only 6 colors in the rainbow. Momo connects the dots before the rest, though Midoriya follows closely behind.

‘That’s-‘

‘-pride,’ Midoriya breathes, soft but just enough for Bakugou, Jirou, and Sero to hear.

The class is shocked for the first ten or so minutes, as more and more people make the connection, but honestly, it’s just a scrunchie. And with Eri under Aizawa’s care, it isn’t unlikely that he’s worn one of her hair ties or something. This is probably a coincidence, even if it is the first of June, so everyone stops fixating and starts focusing on class.

The scrunchie goes unmentioned and1A is on the same page- it’s definitely just a one-time thing.

It is not a one-time thing.

On the second of June, Aizawa saunters in seemingly back to his normal attire, and a few shoulders slump. They might all be saying its a coincidence, but that doesn’t mean they’re happy about it. There’s something so reassuring about the idea of their teacher, someone that protects them fiercely and loyally, being supportive.

Aizawa doesn’t seem to pick up on the mood, he just assigns them some self-study before taking a seat at his desk. And then he, very uncharacteristically, puts his feet up and reclines in his chair, a folder propped open in his lap.

There’s a collective inhale, the whole class breathing in as one because there it is- undeniable proof that it isn’t a coincidence.

On Aizawa’s feet are the brightest, most vibrantly gay pride socks ever. Each of the 6 colors loop around the material before the pattern repeats, and there’s no white material or anything, just the colors of the flag over and over.

‘Holy shit,’ Mina whisper-shouts, and her smile is blinding. Uraraka giggles. Tokoyami nods sagely and says, ‘The support of a figure of authority is a beacon against the darkness of humanity.’

They do their best to focus on self-study, but there’s a buzz around the class, a happy vibe that permeates the air and saturates it completely. There’s a glob of purple in the corner that seems indifferent, if not actively dismayed, but he goes ignored.

Midoriya writes something in his notebook and puts three stars next to it.

On the third of June, Aizawa has a rainbow hair clip pushing his bangs out of his face, and on the fourth, the soles of his shoes are rainbow and proud.

The competition begins the following Monday.

The thing about class 1A is that they try to support one another in any way possible, to encourage and stand together and everything. The other thing is that they’re hella competitive. It’s a hero course after all, and they’re trying to come out on top and be the best.

And it turns out their teacher, the chilled, nonchalant, mostly uninterested Aizawa Shota, is almost more than a little competitive when it comes to this stuff.

On Monday, Momo uses a pride scrunchie to pull her hair into her signature ponytail. Jirou has a band around her wrist that says love is love is love, and Satou bakes rainbow cookies for the whole class, leaving a few on Aizawa’s desk beforehand.

Their teacher walks in with his hair up again, and when his eyes settle on the cookies, they widen fractionally before he schools his expression into a more neutral one. He greets them all and his eyes flit over Jirou’s band, and the colorful cookie crumbs around the class. When he looks at Momo, she quickly turns her head to the side, showing off her hair accessory that matches his.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t smile, or even nod, nothing. He just kinda gets down to business. At least, that’s what it would look like to someone on the outside.

But 1A reads him- they watch the way he pushes his hair back, fingers lingering on his scrunchie while he reads out their assignment. They see the way his eyes momentarily linger on the cookies or Jirou’s wrist, such small, quick glances that they all catch because they read him. They know him, and he knows that they know.

When class ends, the room is filled with warm giggles when Aizawa leaves, the plate of cookies in hand.

The next day, Ojiro has a braid in his tail with different threads mixed in there, forming the familiar rainbow pattern. Mina has her horns painted in a pride flag ombre, spanning three different colors on each. Kirishima uses a rainbow hairband to keep his bangs out of his face during training, and Midoriya switches out his black shoelaces for rainbows.

Aizawa’s eyes ping pong around the class, and for a moment everyone wonders how many dress codes they’re breaking but he doesn’t say anything again. He just reads out their assignments as usual, his own pride pin shining brightly on his chest, against the black of his hero uniform.

It’s all fun and games, full of warmth and support until Aizawa starts pulling out the big guns.

Because when Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf wrapped around his neck, the class collectively realizes- he is challenging them, and beating them quite mercilessly at that.

It’s obvious enough that even Bakugou growls in frustration, and then the games begin.

Mina shaves the word Pride into Iida’s undercut. Kaminari paints his nails. Hagakure replaces all her uniform buttons with multicolored ones. Shoji replaces his teal blue face mask with a pride one, and Uraraka has a few braids on the back of her head too. Satou’s desserts get more and more elaborate, more and more eye-catching and delicious.

The day after Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf, belt and goggles set, Satou stays up the entire night baking, set on paying their teacher back thrice fold.

Morning finds a rainbow croquembouche perched on Aizawa’s desk. Even Bakugou gives Satou a nod of respect because what the fuck? It’s literally a tower of sweets, brightly colored and absolutely delectable, and they get the biggest reaction out of Aizawa yet. His eyes widen, mouth dropping into a shocked little ‘o’, and his eyes immediately seek out Satou, who gives him a wide grin. Shaking his head incredulously, Aizawa conducts his class as usual. It’s a herculean task but he manages.

He still walks out with the entire dish balanced in his hands with great care.

Every teacher in their year has rainbow-colored tongues for the rest of the day.

Aizawa retaliates with eyeshadow. Rainbow eyeshadow. Jirou’s mouth drops, Aoyama starts wailing dramatically and even Todoroki looks impressed. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, and Mina wants revenge.

The entire class comes together for the final showdown. Everyone tries to put color in their hair, though it doesn’t really work for the darker colors. Tokoyami adds a few sprinkles of glitter into his feathers, Iida switches his plain black frames to much more gaudy pride ones, and Todoroki and Bakugou have the most vibrant hair of them all, bright and ridiculous. Aizawa eyes them fondly almost, and that’s when they should’ve realized they were way out of their depth.

Because on June 30th, Aizawa walks into the class, his uniform spick and span, hair down, a ridiculous bounce in his step. Everyone eyes him from head to toe, and when they land on his feet, Kirishima inhales shakily.

‘No,’ he whispers.

‘Oh yes,’ Aizawa answers, his grin far too gleeful.

‘No fucking way,’ Bakugou snarls. His hands are shaking.

‘Language,’ Aizawa admonishes, his smile widening.

‘We’re doomed,’ Mina mumbles.

And right then, Aizawa taps the heels of his shoes together, and his pride rainbow shoes glow up and that’s it. Class 1A has lost. They accept it rather graciously, all things considered. Aizawa cackles like an evil witch, and Sero comforts a weeping Kaminari.

On July 1st, things go back to normal. Mostly normal.

Because Midoriya keeps the shoelaces. Someone sneaks a rainbow charm on Bakugou’s bag that he somehow keeps forgetting to obliterate to pieces. Kirishima doesn’t switch out his hairband, and Ojiro asks Tsuyu to braid his tail when they go out for more casual outings.

And Aizawa? Well, the soles of his hero boots are never quite the same.

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bobohu4eva · 3 years

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Pink Lace - Chapter 9 (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut

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Saturday had finally arrived. It was 6am when you woke up, but you were far too excited to go back to sleep. You tossed and turned for a little while, trying to convince your body to give you a few more minutes of rest just so you wouldn’t get tired early but it was no use. The last time you’d felt like this was when you were a kid and there was a big class field trip coming up, or on Christmas morning. That sense of child-like excitement was something you didn’t even realize you’d missed so much. As an adult waking up in the mornings was almost always shitty, but today you were so excited the idea of sleep didn’t even sound appealing anymore. God. Maybe you were just as whipped as him.

After giving in to your excitement you got up, and started making breakfast. You were worried that you’d be tired or groggy on the date so you made sure to add an extra shot of espresso to your morning latte. Falling asleep hadn’t been easy either. You kept thinking about all the different possibilities of where he might take you, and you had been especially distracted by Baekhyun’s promise of what would come after.

You had put a great deal of effort into looking nice for the club last week, but this week you didn’t even know where to start. Getting ready for a real date was very different than getting ready for the club. At the club you could cover yourself in glitter and body oil and do the most extra makeup looks one could imagine, and there wasn’t much to the outfits anyway. But what the hell were you supposed to do for a date where all you knew was that it was outside? You wanted to put in effort still, of course, but doing too much might be weird if it’s more of a casual thing. But Baekhyun wouldn’t just do something casual right? It would be something fancy for sure. But then what were you supposed to wear that was relatively fancy but worked for being outdoors?

You still wanted to be able to be comfortable so after some time and careful deliberation, you decided on a sundress and simple makeup. The sundress also had the advantage of allowing you to forego wearing a bra, and it was remarkably easy to remove. You had a feeling Baekhyun would appreciate that later on.

As the morning went on you tried your best to keep your mind occupied and prolong the process of getting ready in order to leave as little time as possible to get anxious, you knew as soon as you would get bored the nervousness would start. So you kept yourself busy.

3:00pm drew closer and closer and despite your best efforts you felt yourself becoming restless. You internally cursed Mia for being busy all day so she wouldn’t be there to help you not freak out.

Unfortunately you were ready by 2:00, leaving you an entire hour to mull over your thoughts as they made you more and more antsy.

After an hour of pacing around the house and checking your hair and makeup way too many times, you finally heard a knock on the door. You basically sprinted across the house at the sound.

To your relief Baekhyun wasn’t dressed very fancy, just a white short sleeved button down tucked into black shorts. But oh did the sight of him still make your heart flutter. His hair was perfectly styled and he just looked so good.

“Hi, you look beautiful,” He said as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “You ready to go?” You responded with a nod and threw your arms around him for a hug, which he happily returned. “Come on then.”

As you approached his Audi he opened the door for you to get in, and it somehow looked even fancier than you had remembered, although you had been slightly drunk when you’d last been in his car.

You stayed quiet, and Baekhyun put on some music as he pulled out and started driving. After a few minutes you heard him softly singing along, and you wondered why he didn’t tell you sooner that he could sing so well.

“You have a really nice voice.” You spoke softly, and he turned to look at you briefly.

“You think so? I was in a band in high school, and I think I was pretty good but I never kept up with it, although I do still like singing.”

“You should do it more if you like it, or you can at least sing to me anytime.”

He shot you a smile and continued singing along to the music, but now with more confidence.

Everything about him just seemed to get more and more perfect. No man had ever impressed you this much, had made you feel this lucky and special. It made you even more scared that you would do or say something that would mess everything up.

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing how quiet you were being.

“Yeah, I just, I don’t know. I don’t wanna make things weird and mess everything up.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, and once the car was stopped at a light his eyes met yours. “Don’t be, I promise there’s nothing you can do that will make today any less magical, the fact that I’m getting to take you out at all is enough for me.”

The warmth in the way he looked at you then helped melt away some of your worries. He was right of course, you knew he liked you too much for you to really be able to mess this up, but the mystery of where he was taking you made you worry nonetheless.

For about another 30 minutes Baekhyun drove the two of you further and further out of the city, until eventually he parked at the bottom of a large hill, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

‘Um, Baekhyun, where are we? You’re not about to murder me are you?”

“No” he chucked, “definitely not, just follow me.”

He took your hand and started walking you up the hill until you were about halfway up and you could almost see to the other side.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and he kept guiding you by your hand as you blindly followed. Your heart rate had gone up significantly, still not having any clue what he had in store for you. Especially now that you were out here seemingly with nothing and nobody else around.

A few shaky steps later he told you to open your eyes, and with your heartbeat loudly thumping in your ears, you finally did.

What you saw had not been what you were expecting at all, though you hadn’t had a clue what to expect in the first place.

On the other side of the hill was an enormous balloon that was slowly being inflated.

He was taking you on a hot air balloon.

You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for some sort of reaction, but all you could do was stare in awe at the giant colorful mass in front of you. In your mind you started to think about how the hell he even pulled this off, how he even had the resources for something so extra, and for a first date. The longer you looked the more you felt the guilt start to set in. He had probably spent a ridiculous amount of time and money setting this up, and you had pestered him about the secret like some ungrateful child. Eventually the whole situation had tears brimming in your eyes from pure disbelief.

Baekhyun quickly took notice and pulled you forwards to face him.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it? We can leave and do something else if-”

You grabbed his face and cut him off with a kiss, as you felt a tear escape.

“You’re fucking insane. I can’t believe this is what you were planning, how the hell did you even get a hot air balloon?” You said as you wiped away another tear, but the smile that had made its way onto your face let Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. Jongdae, I don’t know if you remember him from the club, but he’s got all kinds of connections and he did this for him and his wife last year so I got him to help me out.”

You still just shook your head in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you,” he grinned, “now come on.”

He grabbed your hand again and started pulling you towards the balloon again, which was now almost upright. As you got closer you noticed the picnic set and bottle of champagne that were sitting on a small table in the center of the basket, with a bench on either side for each of you to sit on.

The man who was operating the balloon gave the two of you a quick safety briefing before you stepped into the basket and he closed the small door behind you.

After a few moments you felt yourself lift off, and slowly the balloon lifted the two of you up towards the clouds.

“Um, Baekhyun?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“What if I’m afraid of heights.”

“I’m right here,” He grabbed your hand between his own, “You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ve also been told it’s not so bad as long as you don’t look down.”

Luckily when you were seated you could only see the view off in the distance, so it wasn’t too frightening. As the balloon ascended further and further you started to realize how beautiful it was. The scenery from this angle was breathtaking and this high up in the sky there was a pleasant cool breeze as well.

You were torn out of your train of thought when you saw Baekhyun grab the bottle of champagne along with two glasses. He popped the cork out, which went flying out of the confines of the basket, plummeting down to earth.

“Oops.”

You giggled and he poured both of you a glass before reaching for the picnic basket. He pulled out two black boxes, and he opened yours and set it down in front of you revealing one of the most beautiful arrangements of sushi you’d ever seen.

“God you are unreal.” You breathed out as you examined the meal in front of you more closely.

“You like it?”

“Yes, of course, I love it. I love all this, I- I don’t even know what to say. Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.”

“As long as you’re enjoying yourself.” He grinned back at you. "I wanted to do something that was different, something that you would hopefully be able to look back at later as a nice memory for us to share together. I know this technically is our first date but we’ve known each other a while so it really didn’t feel that way to me.”

The way he treated you, spoke to you, touched you, still seemed too good to be true. The question used to plague you, but now you wanted to know more out of the selfish need for validation more than anything else.

“Baekhyun, why do you like me so much? You’re around pretty girls all the time, why me?”

He let out a small breathy laugh, took a drink of his champagne and met your gaze. “You make me feel like a kid again.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first saw you that night at your work, I remember thinking you were so sexy, so beautiful, so way out of my league, talking to you made me feel like a silly teenager with a crush on a girl who wouldn’t show him the light of day anyway. I hadn’t felt like that in almost a decade, but just in that one night you made me feel it again. That’s why I knew I had to come back, too. The more I talked to you the more I felt we actually had a connection too, although I didn’t think it was really real, I thought you were just good at talking to me, but it made me feel so good I didn’t really care. I never thought you’d end up actually liking me this much. Two weeks ago at the club when you were drunk and started to get more touchy with me I thought I was going insane, I couldn’t believe that you might actually be attracted to me like that. I’m 30 now and I spent basically all of my 20′s trying to please other people and make those around me happy, even if it meant I had to settle. I would let coworkers or my family set me up with people who seemed, I don’t know, proper. But it was never fun or exciting, always just one boring dinner date after the next, with people I felt nothing for. I regret it a lot now, but I’m so thankful I got to meet you, cause I feel like now thanks to you I can finally experience those parts of my youth that I missed out on.”

You were speechless. Your mind was in overdrive, trying to find some words that would live up to what he had said, to properly express what you were feeling, but they just didn’t exist. He stared at you as you stared back, desperately trying to get something to come out of your mouth but it felt impossible.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot at once, but I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now. Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”

His words had you flustered and cheeks tinted pink. “Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time too. Maybe ever.”

Baekhyun felt like his heart was about to burst. “When did you realize you liked me as more than just a customer?”

You had thought about this a lot, trying to decipher when in your own mind you had come to the realization, because you had fought it so vehemently.

“When I let you touch me. I never allowed anyone to do that before you, and I wouldn’t admit it to myself until later but it was that night.”

“Why were you scared to admit it to yourself?”

“I think I was still worried about letting you into my life, since I never do that with people from work. I don’t even hang out with the other girls there, I want to keep that part of my life separate. And once you were my professor I was even more scared because I knew in the back of my mind that I did like you but now there was even more to worry about because I didn’t want to get you in trouble. That still worries me a lot.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, I know what I’m getting myself into and I know the risks. I wouldn’t be serious about this if I wasn’t willing to take that risk. But I think things will end up fine. As long as nobody finds out while you’re my student, nothing can happen. We just have to be a bit careful. That’s actually another reason I chose this for the date, I didn’t want to risk somebody seeing us, as much as I would love to be able to show you off.”

“This is perfect, really. I can’t think of anything more magical.” You said as you took a bite of your sushi and looked around at the view surrounding you. “I’m definitely going to remember this for a long time.”

The date went on and the two of you laughed together while enjoying the view, the food, and the champagne. It really was magical, you felt like you were in your own little fairytale world up in the sky with him, you were convinced nothing could beat this feeling. The way Baekhyun spoke to you always made you feel so comfortable and he could make you laugh so easily. Whenever the two of you were together, things just felt right.

Eventually you finished your meals, and it was time to make your way back down to earth. As you watched the slow descent you started to think about what was coming next. The thoughts had plagued you the night before as well. You were getting closer and closer to Baekhyun finally having you, and now it was almost time.

You worried that you might disappoint him. Men tended to think that strippers were always the most wild, the most experienced in bed, but you were still quite shy and inexperienced. At your job you could easily fake confidence to strangers, but actually having sex with someone you cared for wasn’t something you’d done often. The thought made your palms sweat in anticipation as you and Baekhyun finally landed and got back to his car.

“Where do you want me to take you?” He was making sure you still wanted this, still wanted him.

“Take me home with you.”

He only nodded, and pulled out to get the both of you on your way.

The car ride back was silent. You could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, both of you had your minds on what was coming next. He placed his hand back on your thigh, but this time higher up, slightly pushing up the fabric of your sundress. The action alone was enough to make your breath uneven, and with the deafening silence surrounding you, you knew he noticed.

By the time he was pulling up to his place, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt warm all over.

He stepped out of the car and came to your door to open it for you. When he extended a hand for you to hold as you stepped out your eyes met his. The look on his face was blank; completely unreadable. You wondered if he was feeling just as anxious as you, if he was just hiding it better. You knew with the way you looked up at him in that moment that he could see right through you, that he could see all the tension and desire that had been building within you clearly on your face.

Your thoughts were confirmed when a small smirk formed on his lips and he was soon pulling you through the entry way and into his home.

His house was beautiful. It wasn’t anything extremely flashy, though it felt comfortable and so much like him. The walls were lined with bookshelves, he had a large leather couch in his living room along with a marble coffee table, and everything was perfectly clean and well kept. It felt elegant and high-class but not in a way that was intimidating, it felt homely.

As lovely as it was, you were far more focused on the man occupying it now. Once you’d had a chance to take off your shoes and look around for a bit you felt Baekhyun’s hand on yours once again as he pulled you into his chest. He gazed down at you and you could see it in his eyes this time. Both of you had been waiting for this moment, him even longer than you. You saw the want, the lust, and you felt it as well. When you felt his lips finally press against your own, you knew there was no going back.

The kiss started slow, but you could tell he was holding back. His hands shook slightly as they made contact with your waist to pull you against him tighter, and you felt how his heart was racing when you placed a hand onto his chest. It was you who deepened the kiss, letting it become more and more lust driven as the both of you let yourselves give in to the feeling. His hands started to wander across your body. First they went down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before traveling upwards to grope your chest.

“Fuck, are you not wearing a bra?” He breathed out between kisses as he felt a nipple harden under his touch.

“Undress me and find out.”

Baekhyun didn’t respond, instead you felt his hands on the backs of your thighs, prompting you to jump, so you did, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

You were surprised how easily he lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. The whole time you clung on to him, leaving kisses on his neck as he walked you through the house.

When you entered his bedroom he sat down on the edge of his bed with you on his lap and continued to kiss you, now moving his way down to your neck. The marks he had left on you before had faded through time, and he missed the sight of them. Something about seeing marks on you, knowing he was the one who left them there, drove him crazy. Although he wasn’t able to go show you off publicly, he was still able to claim you as his own that way. His self control was quickly leaving him as he once again started to suck and bite at the smooth skin, leaving splotches of purple in his wake.

He pulled away and lifted you off his lap making you whine at first, but once you were standing before him between his parted legs his hands found the hem of your dress, and your heart rate picked up even more. He lifted the fabric slowly, and you allowed him to pull it all the way over your head before being discarded on his bedroom floor, leaving you standing in nothing but your lacy underwear.

Despite the fact that Baekhyun had seen you like this more times than you could count, you felt the need to cover yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. This felt so different from the club. Being naked there just felt natural, normal to you, it was the whole point of your job, and you didn’t care what the men there thought of you. But here and now, with nobody but you and Baekhyun and his eyes running up and down your body intently, you were shaking.

When he noticed you try and cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your arm and moved it aside. “Am I making you nervous? You don’t have to be so tense, you know how beautiful I think you are.” You felt your cheeks start to tingle as he grabbed you and laid you on his bed before instructing you to lay on your stomach. “Let me help you relax.”

His expert hands started to work the muscles in your back, and you realized he was right, you had been extremely tense. After a few seconds you let your eyes flutter closed and melted into the feeling of his hands massaging you. Your breathing and heart rate slowed down and you were overwhelmed with bliss as your muscles relaxed under his touches. Your arousal combined with the feeling made you feel high, and you couldn’t help but let out soft moans whenever he would work on a particularly stiff area.

Baekhyun felt like he was going insane. Your skin felt so soft and smooth beneath his palms as he caressed you, and the sounds you let out made him twitch beneath his shorts. You looked exquisite like this, bare aside from the barely-there lace thong and your backside on full display. He leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving you shuddering at the sensation of his breath on your ear. “Can I touch you?” he whispered, and all you could do was nod, your mind too foggy with lust to form real words.

His hand made its way down to your ass, touching you so close to where you wanted him, but not quite. “Let me hear you.”

You took a deep breath, and forced out the words, “Yes, Baekhyun, please.”

You felt him smile against the skin of your neck as he kept showering it with kisses, and his hand finally moved between your legs to where you needed him most. He made you gasp as he slowly began rubbing your clit through the thin lace of your underwear. “Turn around for me princess.”

Once you were facing him, and your eyes met, your arousal was amplified even further. He was laying on top of you now between your spread legs, and you felt annoyed at how much he was still wearing.

The first thing to go was his shirt, as you impatiently fumbled with the buttons before pulling it off of him completely. You knew that he was in pretty good shape but you still weren’t prepared when you finally saw him bare, and you knew that he saw how you stared by the pleased smirk on his face.

Next he moved off of you to remove his pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He soon moved back over you and resumed the motions of his hands between your legs, making you whine. He pulled you into a kiss so heart shattering you could feel yourself shaking with desire as he continued his ministrations. He was smothering you, pressed against you completely but you still wrapped your arms around his back in an effort to bring him even closer.

His kisses started to make their way down your jaw and towards your neck, and then slowly to your chest. He took one sensitive bud between his lips and your back arched off his mattress and your hands found his soft hair. He used his fingers to tease the other side as well, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair and the soft sounds falling from your lips.

As much as Baekhyun had been looking forward to this, he still wanted to hear you beg for him, even if that meant having to be patient. Luckily, however, you were just as impatient as he was.

“I n-need more, please.” You gasped, the sensation of his hand on your pussy and his lips on your breasts edging you on without giving you the relief you craved.

“Say it again for me.”

“Baekhyun, please.”

“Mmmh,” he smiled down at you, “good girl.”

His kisses moved down to your ribcage and stomach, leaving marks on the way until he was hooking his fingers into the waistband or your underwear and dragging them down your legs. He soon positioned himself between your thighs, and you felt hyper aware of his eyes on the last part of you he’d had yet to see.

Instead of giving you what you wanted, Baekhyun started to kiss your inner thighs, leaving marks there as well, slowly creeping closer and closer to your waiting pussy. The feeling of him sucking and biting on the skin so close to where you wanted him was maddening. You let out another impatient whine, and finally, you felt his lips press against your clit. He was still taking his time, leaving soft kisses at first, but eventually he let his tongue lick a stripe all the way up your folds, making you shudder. You knew you wouldn’t last long with how tightly wound up you already were. When he started to quicken his motions, licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot, you started to crumble. Your hands abandoned his hair, instead opting to grab at the pillow behind you, out of fear that you might yank his hair out otherwise. A lewd moan slipped out from between your lips as your back arched and you started to move your hips against his face, prompting him to push you down to keep you in place. The feeling was overwhelming your senses and the only thoughts left in your mind were of his lips and tongue on you as you chased your high.

When you felt one of his slender fingers enter you, you knew you were gone. Only a few pumps later you felt the damn break and you moaned his name unabashedly and the pleasure flooded your body. Your vision went white and you felt yourself twitch against him as he kept licking and kissing you through your climax. Eventually he pulled away, and you went limp, closing your eyes and relaxing into the post-orgasmic haze.

“Don’t fall asleep sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”

A few moments later he was on top of you again, kissing you, only this time you could feel his hard member against you separated only by the fabric of his briefs. You reached down to try to pull the fabric away, but he stopped you before you could have any success. “So impatient.” He whispered before taking your hands and lacing them between his own and pinning them to the bed on either side of you as he continued to cover your face and neck with deep heated kisses.

You couldn’t stop whining and squirming beneath him, trying to get some sort of relief, but Baekhyun wouldn’t do anything until you asked for it. “What do you want baby?” He breathed in your ear and placed more kisses on the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“I-I want you.”

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to fuck me, p-please.”

Baekhyun ginned and leaned back to admire you, relishing the way you were panting for him, chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed. “So beautiful.”

He got up to remove his last remaining piece of clothing before finding his way back between your spread legs. One hand moved downwards and you felt two fingers enter you, testing your readiness. You moaned out at the intrusion, but just as quickly as they entered you his fingers left you as well. “So wet for me.” You heard him mutter.

When you finally felt his tip press against your folds you threw your head back and wrapped your legs around his waist in an effort to pull him further into you, but to no avail.

“Y/n, look at me.” He said as one of his hands cupped your face and you opened your eyes, immediately meeting his. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically and felt him position himself. The anticipation was killing you, but finally he brought his face down to yours to press a kiss to your lips as he sunk himself into you. He was larger than you had expected, making you gasp against his lips as he stretched you out. Once his length was fully inside you he waited for a moment to let you adjust, despite the urge to just let go and fuck you senseless. You opened your eyes and saw his squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he held himself back. Baekhyun had wanted this for so long, had waited for months and now that he finally had you underneath and around him, it felt too good to be true.

When he felt your hips shift to take him even deeper, he took it as a sign to start moving. He pulled out almost completely before sinking himself back into you, starting a slow and steady pace that had you whimpering and clutching at his shoulders, trying to bring him impossibly closer.

He continued to kiss you as he slowly fucked you, and you couldn’t help but think how sweet and romantic it still felt. As cheesy as it sounds, he wasn’t just fucking you, you felt like he was truly making love to you. You let your body melt into his movements, rolling your body up against his to push him even deeper inside of you with every thrust.

His lips traveled from yours down to your ear, “So, so, perfect, such a good girl for me.”

His words sent shockwaves down your spine and through your limbs, exciting you even further as you lost yourself to his expert thrusts. Your mind was blank, unable to form any coherent thoughts aside from how good he was making you feel. Every time he sank back into you you could feel him hit that special spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling.

You were enjoying his slow, calculated, movements, but the knot in the pit of your stomach was building and you knew you’d need more to be pushed over the edge.

“F-faster.” You breathed out in desperation.

Instead of giving you what you wanted Baekhyun stopped his movements completely, leaning up to look you in the eyes. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Faster, Baekhyun please.”

He smirked at your plea, “Since you asked so nicely.”

He resumed his motions, this time picking up the pace while one hand moved to knead and pinch at the sensitive skin of your breasts.

Your legs had wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and your hands were gripping onto his back so tightly it would probably leave marks. The sensation was completely overwhelming, and you were reduced to a whining, moaning mess beneath him as you felt your high getting close again. With him drilling in and out of you at a faster pace, and the ministrations of his hands on your chest, you knew the pressure would soon snap.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” He could tell by how tightly you were clenching around him, you were close.

All you could do was nod and let out a series of lewd noises, and the hand on your chest moved down to your clit. “Let go, let me feel you.”

A few seconds later you felt the pressure release, waves of euphoria flooding your body sending jolts of electricity through your limbs, making you twitch uncontrollably as he kept thrusting into you. You clamped down on him so tightly you heard him let out a pained grunt as he chased his high as well, losing control as his movements got less consistent.

“Fuck, no condom.”

You felt him start to pull out but locked your legs around him before he could do so, “I’m on the pill, please don’t stop.”

He let out a guttural moan and a few thrusts later he was emptying himself inside you, pressing his lips to yours once again, this time with so much force you felt yourself being pushed further into the mattress.

Once you had both come down from your highs he all but collapsed on top of you, and you unhooked your legs from his waist. Your arms stayed wrapped around him and the both of you laid there, sweating and panting against one another as you slowly came back to reality.

“Worth the wait?” He asked breathily.

“Fuck yes.”

He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating on top of you. “Glad to hear it. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head before cupping his face and bringing it down to yours for a kiss. “It was perfect.”

He smiled back at you with that smile that felt like it could single handedly melt every glacier on earth and then some. Despite the fact that his weight was starting to make it difficult for you to breathe, you still whined when he pushed off the bed and slipped out of you to get the both of you cleaned up. He disappeared into the master bathroom, eventually returning with a wet washcloth to rid you of the sticky mess between your thighs.

Neither of you bothered putting any clothes on when he returned to bed and pulled you close, resting your head on his chest as the rest of your limbs tangled together under the sheets.

You lifted your head from his chest, meeting his eyes, “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course baby, get some rest.” He said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You laid your head back down, closing your eyes.

You hummed at the feeling of his hands drawing circles on your bare back, and you dozed off to the sweet feeling and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

With Baekhyun, you felt like you had found your own little slice of heaven. This was the definition of bliss.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle with me, I tried my best 🤧

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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What Ethan & Pooja AU is this? #OpenHeartAU

Selcouth (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Set in Book 2, Pooja gets the recognition she deserves for solving Naveen Banerji's case.

Selcouth: Unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet, marvelous🤎

A/N: Thank you so much @beastlyinstrument for the visual prompt❤ I had fun thinking up and writing this piece.

A/N 2: The flashback portions are indented

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 3.2K (I am sorry!)

Rating: General

Category: A bit angst, A bit fluff

Warnings: 1 Curse Word (again 😆)

Prompts: Late Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge July challenge day 4: celebration

There was stark silence surrounding him as he scribbled out points from the morning meeting of the Diagnostics Team along with some of his own observations from the patient charts. The days have been nothing out of the blue since his return from the Cholera-ridden district of Amazons.

The steam from the warm coffee filled the entire office with its sweet aroma. With winters in their full force, there was a mystic chill all around the city and the warmth the coffee gave was extremely welcomed.

It took him 30 minutes to the tee to complete his morning paperwork. And as he arranged the white sheets in a clean stack, a slow groan escapes him. He had been so engrossed in work, that he had completely missed the fact that he had emptied his coffee cup.

Ethan looks up from his desk to the windows giving an enchanting view of the brumal grounds. Snowflakes, basking in the distant sun's glory, shining like iridescent jewels, fell slowly, silently to meet their origin.

It's too serene of a day to waste indoors.

The thought caught him somewhat by surprise, even if it was his encephalon producing it.

He had spent long years of his life away from focusing on diminutive happenings like the weather or the warmth of his favourite Vienna on a frosty day.

To appreciate the beauty of falling of the snowflakes today, was a slightly unusual change. He couldn't help but wonder as to what would have caused it.

He didn't need to wait long for an answer. Like a response to his unuttered query, the notification bell of his phone brought him out of his reverie and displayed her name with the joy of a student who had solved a difficult problem with ease on the first try. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just an email of her completed reports.

And yet, he was unable to control the breakout of butterflies in his stomach.

The feeling was orphic, and yet irenic.

As his heels tapped on the white floors, supposedly conducting an intriguing conversation with them, a faint intermix of voices reached him and stopped him in his tracks.

"You're wearing all black." It wasn't a question, but a fact that Alexandra's voice enunciated.

"Are you surprised?" A concordant voice questioned. Even if he didn't acknowledge it, it was one of his favourite euphonies.

"No. Impressed."

"I lost a bet to Bryce, and this is what I get in return." There is a pause. "It's a nice change though."

He can feel the smile that emerges out on her face at the end and feels his lips curl up, like a magnetic connection. He was caught off guard as he stood there thinking of the sweet nothings and sweet everythings of his reminiscences with her.

"Good Morning Dr Ramsey!"

It took him all his power to straighten himself, and to put on the stoic façade before responding,

"Good Morning Dr Walton."

Alexandra didn't initiate a conversation, just like he had expected. Bidding goodbye to her companion, she strode off her way.

Now, it was just him and her, standing in the middle of nowhere, eyes locked in intense focus, tied together with a string they find themselves unable to break.

She looked striking like she always did.

In every hue, every ensemble, at every hour, she knew how to induce that unnamed feeling in his heart.

All she had to do was to look at him the way she did, and his idiotic heart would skip a beat, and an ambrosial emotion would follow.

And what does one do when emotions go out of control?

Self Preservation.

Giving her a brisk nod, he dropped his gaze, hurrying away past her, not having the courage to look at the hurt caused.

Idiotic.

That's the only word he could use to describe his actions.

He could think of a trillion excuses, travel through a hundred bends on the roads of justification, but nothing would be enough to balance out the pain he was giving her. Not even his playlist of curses that he played in his mind every day to remind himself what he truly was.

An asshole.

As soon as his steps took him to the outdoors, the crisp cold winds blew through his hair, and he cherished the moment.

The apricity hugged him, and the scene that met his eyes, the world draped with a veil of phosphorescing snow, generated a euphoria he was unfamiliar with. As a minuscule flakelet fell on his outstretched hand, he realized that no one needs to spend a billion dollars to get happiness.

It is hidden amidst mundane things, and the only thing one has to do is to keep foraging for it.

Happiness can be made, it can be found. But can it be bought?

Never.

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It was unusually calm at Derry's in the morning hours.

Not that he was complaining, of course.

In comfortable, long sips, he lets the caffeine overtake the tiredness and the heartache coursing through his body. The glare of the screen and ping of his cellular broke the aura of comfort that had spread out through the coffee shop. He wants to shut it off and throw it in a corner away from his sight, but decides against it.

It's a text from Naveen.

Skipping is not an option for today night!

A groan escapes him, the annoyance of another meet and greet taking away all the calm. He tried to convince him, but all efforts went futile. He plays the discussion all over again to find any loophole he can to escape the torture.

Flashback:

It's after hours and the wing of the hospital where Naveen's office was situated bore a silence. The amicable old man sat in his chair, leaning back as the younger one stood, with his back at him. It was obvious they had been arguing, but it seemed more like amusement for the old mentor and annoyance for the young protégé.

"There is no need-"

"Ethan, you have been repeating the same words for fifteen minutes now." Naveen chuckles.

"I very well know that there is no need for anything, dear friend. I just want a little bit of happiness and merriment in the hard times."

"I am not stopping you from doing that, Naveen, you know that. But what is the need of the celebration being about me?"

"Because you are a reason I am alive today." The man gives a melancholy smile, vision blurred as the near-death experience of the past year come sailing in front of him.

"This celebration is about you and Dr Sharma. Without the two of you, I would not have been here."

Ethan's features are clouded by the pain of losing his mentor, who has been like a father to him, and inspiration. His frown softens, annoyance long lost, as he comes as takes a seat and places his hand on his.

"Fine. I will do this. But only for you, okay?"

Naveen's lips curl up in a grateful, happy smile as if wordlessly conveying his thanks. As Ethan stands up and proceeds to leave, he cannot stop himself from laying out his observation,

"For her too."

And Ethan knew. He knew exactly whom this was about. And as much as he wanted to deny the assumption, he couldn't help but accept the truth in it. Of course, he was doing it for Naveen. But he was doing it for her too. She deserved it so much more than him. If she hadn't been there, the seat occupied by his mentor today would have been...

Flashback ends

As his eyes skim through the crisp pages of the medical journal absent-mindedly, he thinks of her again. The permanent occupant of his daydreams, who would still manage to come back, no matter how many resets he carried out.

He thinks of her attire from the hour before, hair in a neat long braid, dressed in a meticulously embroidered Indian attire. And then of the celebration at dusk, where she will finally receive the recognition she deserves.

All the doubts regarding her promotion to the Diagnostics Team would be washed away.

He remembers what she had told him a few days after he had heard those nasty rumours,

"I have proved myself and I know what's true. I don't need to show anyone else the testament of my abilities. As long as I am fair and just, their words can do no harm to me."

His admiration for her had increased phenomenally when she spoke those words to him.

His pride, his faith had not been misplaced when he picked her for the difficult voyage named Edenbrook.

He has never felt so proud of any other intern as much as he does of her.

His heart sings to him, his choice was correct. He doesn't let it elaborate itself, because one wrong move from his side would be more than enough to ruin this unpolished gem before she even gets a chance to shine.

Yes, he did tell her that some things are worth any risk, she is worth any risk, back in Miami. The reminiscences of the day still played on the screen of his mind in sepia, they lulled him to sleep.

But the risk to harm her fragile career before it even blossoms?

It wasn't just a risk, it was like a crime for him.

One which he refused to commit.

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As dusk falls and winter blues colour the land of snow in multichromatic hues, hiding any bit of orange from the setting sun, Pooja Sharma hums along with her favourite songs as she dresses up for the special evening.

No matter how much she wants to curl up in the folds of the soft Cashmere, she has to be in attendance. It's a strict order from her grand mentor and impossible for her to go past.

It's all black day, she reminds herself when picking the outfit. And she doesn't forget to leave a thank you note for Lekh as she finds the perfect one.

And now, as she stands, trying to complete the arduous job of creating a perfect eyeliner wing, a certain someone's reminiscences trouble her pained heart.

No matter how much she scolds it for its stupidity, trying to explain the futility of the hope of getting together, it never heeds, just continues to trouble her with the baritone of his that enchants her mind, the cologne that overpowers all her senses.

As she looks at the reflection in the speculum, she cannot help but imagine his reaction.

Will she even get a reaction?

Maybe just a nod, or a look.

No words.

She has convinced herself with it. It took some time, some stops, some pulls of an invisible harness, but she has convinced herself.

She's stopped hoping, soothing herself with whatever they shared, memories that felt like they belong to a bygone era, and a promise of treasuring them, just in case he ever decided to come back.

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In the vespertine hours, the diamond dust made the sun devoid city look like a fairytale. Any other time, he would have just worried about the sharp chill, probably cursing the snow.

Being so observant of the places he is a regular visitor at, it was a new experience for him.

Strange, even.

It's something that will take some time to get used to.

The interiors are warm. Minimally decorated, as he had requested. Not wanting to create a fuss, he bee-lines to the corner of the room, where the only occupant was emptiness. He decided to cherish the moments of solace before the bother of the vivacious crowd began, wanting to start a colloquy.

On instinct, he looks around, not being able to comprehend the reason why his heart leaps to his throat. And then a pang of disappointment overlaps that sudden nervousness.

The absence of one person, the feeling so profound.

It's magical.

Dangerous, but still, magical.

A mute scold follows. No matter how hard he tries, strives towards that unannounced aim of reset, his stupid heart and its childishness always ruin his plans.

The call of his name makes him turn around.

Naveen stands, jolly smile fixed in place, eyes sparkling with joy and...

Gratitude.

They chat, topics ranging from Diagnostic team cases to complaints of coffee. His orbs casually drift towards the entryway, in hope of seeing his dearest.

And as the astrologers say, the stars align, the universe comes into play, and the shimmer of black in the lambent atmosphere makes his heart skip a beat. He feels a smile emerging and hastily hides it with a scowl.

If he had to, he would have sworn that he looked like a clown.

Her ambers gaze around in a lucid, tender manner, in strike contrast to his a while ago.

There is a lack of haste, of worry, of unease.

Her very presence fills the air with tranquility and without his consent, his soul basks in it. After what felt like an eternity, their gazes meet.

Melt into each other like the wax of two candles.

Become inseparable.

She smiles, it's faint.

It seems more of a formality than a wish. The momentary cheer is replaced by a somber, melancholic expression. Her orbs drift away, gaze turns away as if to hide whatever was to come from him.

And he knows.

He's the reason.

Silence is suffocating, but right now, the chaos is even more constricting to him.

Everyone chatters, mingles, smiles.

Everyone except her.

She stands too still, flashing a half-hearted smile and half-hearted gaze here and there, as she is surrounded by the rest of her friends, preventing him from getting a better look.

As conflict rises in his interior, a to go or not to debate, the gulps of scotch become more frequent, the frown gets tighter and guilt gets heavier. Before he can drown down into the never-ending cascade of crippling self-hatred, there is a call of his name.

Naveen.

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Claps and whoots surround her, along with a cheer. She becomes the recipient of numerous bear hugs, and compliments as Naveen elaborates on her contribution to his recovery. It feels like a reel of situations played from her sweven. It took a pinch for her to realize that it wasn't.

A mic tap follows, it's Ethan's turn to speak. She freezes upon hearing her name getting repeated again. There is an uncanny depth to it, she notices. An indication that it conceals so much more than is visible. Not just pride, not just intoxicating happiness.

Gratitude, raw and pure gratitude.

And something else (or maybe not?)

Her focus all over the place, she missed a lot of the address. What stayed carved in golden words was a single sentence, unremarkably remarkable.

"It's not me, it's her. I lost all hope, but she was the one who fought till the very end, never giving up, even if she had thousands of storms to navigate through."

"There can be only one recipient of the applause today, and it's Dr Sharma."

Two contrasting emotions put her in a dilemma. Whether to let the water drops she held strongly to herself or to let the heartfelt joy induce the grin that would shine brighter than the stars the twinkle along with the forlorn moon?

Unable to decide, she let the cracks in her stoic mask deepen, let the faint upturn of lips become visible to the world. Every applaud fell short, in a haze, as the mere words spoken mere moments before played in a loop like a soft harmony.

The 360-degree turn of the evening gave her the most unexpected and the most precious memories.

The change of the blithe chilly eve to heartwarming dusk.

Rare, mysterious and yet, magnificent.

Selcouth.

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Ethan Ramsey, for the past decade of his extremely brilliant career, has never displayed even a minuscule amount of emotions. Never. The mask of stoicism fixed so perfectly, that no power could ever induce a crack in it.

No one could.

Until one day, an intern waltzed into his life like an unforeseen plot twist and induced changes no one ever could.

The mask has cracked, even if to a small degree, letting the minuscule details of a transformation out. Sometimes it could be as evident as a smile, or a genuine compliment to an intern. In other instances, it would be just the absence of the forehead frown (which had become a permanent resident at a point).

And now, the beloved plot twist of his novel stood before him, her eyes expertly decorated with kohl. She was quieter than usual, engaging in casual conversation, but prevented going into depths of it.

Their gazes never meet, only slide past each other.

He missed looking into the amber of hers, trying to figure out her thoughts like someone engaged with a very complex puzzle that ends up in a phenomenal picture.

He missed listening to her sweet whispers, mumbles which made him smile more than he had for the past decade.

He missed her.

The universe is always planning a conspiracy to make destiny true. And it's definitely an action of its, that his hand extends towards her, wordlessly.

She gazes at it, gazes at him, thinks for a while.

And finally, slips her hand, bejeweled with that bracelet she wore in Miami. He still remembers it placed on his heart, which beat at an erratic rhythm.

Which beats at an erratic rhythm now.

Looking at the Bostonian sky, only drapes of translucent mist could be seen all around. No twinkles, even the moonbeams were struggling to reach them. The silence is comfortable, only interrupted by the sips of steaming hot coffee.

Her eyes are fixed above, in a search for the hidden celestial elements. His focus stayed on the snowflakes resting on his jacket.

He leans back, places a hand down.

There is a lack of warmth.

Soon enough, another hand joins him.

The cold is gone.

And so is his search of moonbeams.

Her touch felt like light, his own moonbeam. So soft, so warm, so dear. Something he could keep etched on his skin forever.

She was his moon.

And for her, those summery blue orbs held depths of the ocean, the faint, soft wrinkles that languid years leave behind as a mark of their passing like map lines of some unknown lands.

He was her world.

In every universe, through trials and tribulations, through pain and smiles, they were destined to find their way to each other. No one powerful enough to keep them apart.

Not even they themselves.

It was a cosmic state of comfort they found themselves in. His hand in hers, their fingers interwoven, the reflex etched in his mind with an everlasting ink.

He has never believed in soulmates, but as he as leans back, eyes closed, hair fluttering along with the icy-cold breeze, having her by his side, he couldn't bring himself to believe this was anything less than destiny.

That even after so many trials of forgetting her, he would always come back to her, searching for the serenity he only finds in her presence.

The feeling is rare, confusing, maybe terrifying.

But right now, he basks in the warmth that it provides, all worries and all woes are hidden in a wooden box, discarded away from his sight. And unbeknownst to even him, he waits for the day he can kiss her the way he wants to, no ties, no binds holding them away.

Yes, he waits for the day.

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leafs-lover · 3 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 32

Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

A/N: I finished this kind of quickly and wanted to get it out so I didn’t re-read it, So I hope it’s okay. Italics indicates flashback.

Summary: You and Fred adjust to a home life with three kids, and attend Sidney and Kathy’s wedding.

Warning: Drinking, swearing, smut, oral sex (m+f) receiving

Word Count: 5800

“Hey” you smile wrapping your arms around Kathy.

“Hey come in” she smiles pulling to the hotel room. You walk in seeing the five other bridesmaids and a bottle of champagne already empty on the table. A couple of the girls have face masks on, laughing about something; others are sitting on the couch with half empty glasses. Tomorrow is Sidney and Kathy’s wedding, being a bridesmaid you are staying with the group for a relaxing night before all the festivities begin first thing in the morning.

“You must be so happy to get away for a night” one of the girls says to you, Kathy passing you a red solo cup with champagne.

Tonight is the first night you are without the kids, and its Fred’s first time watching the three of them for a night alone. You chuckle slightly “yeah I feel bad for Fred” you say taking a sip.

“You don’t have to lie to us” Kathy says smirking over her cup.

You smile and chuckle “okay I kind of feel bad for him but I’m also super happy to be away and have a night off. A night with an entire bed to myself, it is going to be amazing.”

“And no diapers or someone puking on you” one of the girls jokes causing everyone to laugh.

The twins have been home for almost 5 weeks and it has been just as crazy as you imagined. You haven’t left Fred alone with the three of them for more than a couple hours at a time; not because you don’t think he can handle them but because you feel bad given how crazy it has been. That is until three weeks ago.

“Freddie” you call walking out to the living room. Fred is lying shirtless on the couch, Noah resting against his chest and Lucas sleeping in his arm. Fred doesn’t respond and you walk further in “shhh daddy’s sleeping” Oliver calls from the floor playing with a puzzle, causing you to smile placing your groceries on the counter.

You had some errands to run and left Fred alone with the three boys for the first time. You felt bad leaving but Fred said he would be fine, but you remember the time you were alone with them and how terribly it went. Fred reassured you everything would be fine so you headed out.

You had a dentist appointment and a hair cut in preparation for the wedding. After your haircut you checked your phone not seeing any notifications and went to get some groceries; but you didn’t notice you had accidentally put your phone on flight mode; preventing calls and texts from getting through.

Your smile quickly fades as you scan the room taking in what has unfolded during your absence. Dishes and bottles were pilled all over the counter; Fred’s shirt is thrown over the back of a barstool. You see some vomit staining his blue t-shirt and chuckle lightly. Oliver has a million toys strewn across the floor his shirt nowhere in sight.

You walk over to Oliver, dodging the blocks scattered around the floor and kiss his forehead “you good for daddy while I was gone?” you ask softly and he nods not looking up from his puzzle.

Your eyes shift to the couch, soft snores leaving his mouth and he has some dried vomit in his hair. You carefully pull Lucas from his arm and Fred doesn’t move. You walk across the room and put him in his baby swing turning it on a soft setting.

When you pick up Noah Fred stirs and his eyes flutter open “hey” he mumbles through a raspy dry voice.

“What happened to his clothes?” you ask eyeing to Noah who is just in a diaper.

“He had a um…incident” he mumbles rubbing his eyes. “Diaper, poop” he pops his hands open to mimic an explosion. “After cleaning him in the sink I never managed to get him some new clothes.”

You sit beside him on the couch bouncing Noah in your arms trying not to laugh, but secretly thankful you missed it. “Lucas projectile vomited all over me” he groans rolling on his side while you brush his hair out of his eyes. “Oliver had something, I don’t even know. He picked up on the stress or wanted attention, I don’t know. He had a meltdown; threw his toys around spilt lunch on himself and the floor. Twins were screaming bloody murder, it was a fucking disaster.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” you ask watching his eyes close again feeling extremely guilty being gone for so long.

“I did, it went right to voicemail, texts undelivered. I figured you just wanted to enjoy your time away” he laughs.

“Sorry babe” you respond lightly placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“It’s okay, I just don’t remember newborns being this tiring” he mumbles rising up on his elbow. His eyes go wide while he takes in the disaster in front of him..

“Last time we were younger. There was also only one baby then” you respond laying him back on the couch.

“Calling me old babe?” he laughs eyes closing. You kiss his forehead and place a blanket over him “no never” you joke smiling at him. ”Go have a nap I’ll clean up and make dinner.”

“Babe don’t leave me again” he mumbles which causes tears to prick the corner of your eyes; guilt washing over you. You shoot him a soft smile and stand up to get some clothes for Noah.

Since that day three weeks ago neither of you have left the other alone for an extended period of time. That is until now; he reassured you he would be fine, having a few more weeks to adjust to having three kids. You promised to make sure your phone wasn’t on airplane mode and he promised to message you if something happened. But you honestly doubt he would call you tonight, the night before the wedding unless the house was on fire.

A few hours later you are in your pyjamas in your room alone, you want to just curl up under the duvet and wait until the morning light filters in through the window but you know you shouldn’t. You pull your phone out Facetiming Freddie.

“Hey babe” he mumbles. The screen is dark for a second while you wait for him to turn on a lamp. He presses his eyes closed, gently rubbing the sleep from them before squinting at the bright lights.

“We’re you sleeping?” you ask. You look to the clock and it reads 11:06 and you feel a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah well looking after three babies for almost 8 hours gets can be exhausting” he sighs resting his phone against the pillow. “Fell asleep at like 9:30.”

“Sorry go back to bed” you say softly “I’ll see you tomorrow anyways.”

“No I want to hear about your night of freedom” he laughs. “You girls do anything crazy?”

“Room service, mani/pedi’s, face masks, champagne” you say smiling.

“Sounds really nice” he yawns eyes struggling to stay open.

“It is, now I have this king sized bed all to myself” you respond.

“It sucks I miss you in this bed” he whines.

“I’d miss me too” you giggle into the phone.

The corners of Fred’s mouth curl up, “drunk babe?” he laughs.

“We didn’t drink a lot with the wedding tomorrow and everything” you explain, a hiccup coming out of your mouth. You laugh a little bit “maybe I am a bit” you reply and Fred laughs back into the phone.

“I like slightly drunk (Y/N)” he says seductively. “Drunk (Y/N) is fun.”

You grin into the screen and talk a little bit longer, he tells you about his night with the boys. You tell him more about the night with the girls, your buzz from the champagne making you extra talkative. You notice Fred is quiet and see his eyes are shut, having fallen asleep holding the phone. You chuckle and hang up, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

“Oh we’re having kids right away, by this time next year I want there to be a baby” Kathy says from her chair getting her hair done. Sarah the maid of honour walks around handing out some mimosas to everyone before sitting down for her hair.

“I’m legit getting my IUD out 5 hours before we leave for our honeymoon, we aren’t messing around” she says taking a sip.

“Oh I need to get mine” you say quietly, with how busy the past few weeks have been you forgot to make an appointment.

Kathy all but chokes on her mimosa “what do you mean you need to get yours?”

You turn your head meeting her gaze not realizing she heard you. You feel all eyes on you while the hair stylists continue quietly working on your hair. “I’ve just been so busy the past month or so, I completely forgot to make an appointment. Three babies are a lot, were constantly busy.”

“And you think four will be easier?” she scolds from beside you. “Are you trying to get pregnant again!?”

“God no, we are done, we decided pretty soon after finding out it was twins we were done” you saw laughing.

“Then why aren’t you on birth control? You guys are obviously very fertile” Sarah jokes taking a sip from her glass.

“Well the plan was for me to get an IUD after giving birth, but after the emergency C that didn’t happen. But we’ve been so busy since the twins came home; I mean we barely have time for sex.” That part isn’t a lie; you would only need one hand to count how many times you have had sex. Lucas and Noah are on opposite schedules during the night, so when you get one to sleep, you get about 2 hours or so before the other wakes up. Between the limited sleep and chasing a rambunctious toddler who has been boycotting nap time it has led to you and Fred spending most nights actually sleeping instead of tangled in the sheets.

You get some suspicious glances from the girls “a couple nights ago we were getting ready for bed and Fred came up behind me in the bathroom kissing my neck. I finished my routine and walked into the bedroom less than ten minutes later and he was snoring on top of the sheets. It’s pretty common in our house” you laugh.

“Kay, but Oliver took one time” Kathy says.

“Yeah but I’m breast feeding, it’s 99% effective until they are 6 months. I will get an IUD but until then my doctor says we’re protected.” you reply smiling. The women drop it and continue with casual conversation while you finish getting ready.

“You look stunning” Fred says finding you after the ceremony at the fountain outside the venue. The entire wedding party and family members are scattered around in various conversations while the pictures are taken. His hands rest on your waist he leans down to kiss your cheek.

Kathy picked out a navy spaghetti strap dress with a deep v-shaped neckline, the fabric gathers just above your waist. There is a slit coming up your leg, stopping high on your thigh. You have a natural look for makeup complete with nude lips and gold eyes. You have a braid in your hair creating a crown around the back; it then is pulled into an updo at the back of your head with a few loose curls framing your face. Your hair being held back by a million bobby pins shows off the cut of your dress.

“Thanks babe” you respond smiling. You run your hands over his suit jacket “you look amazing too” you rise slightly on your heels to kiss him on the lips. He is wearing a new crisp burgundy suit with a black skinny tie.

“Ok, I look good, but have you seen yourself? I’ll have to thank Kathy later” he jokes placing a hand on your lower back. “This dress babe, absolutely stunning” he leans down to place another kiss on your lips when you get interrupted.

“(Y/N) we need you for a picture” Sarah calls causing Fred to groan and pull away from you.

“Guess I’ll just have to stare at you for the next few hours” he brings his lips to the side of your face “and think of what I’ll do once you’re out of that dress.” He pulls away smirking at you and walking away from you, you feel some wetness pool between your legs. You take a couple deep breaths before joining the group for pictures.

The rest of the wedding goes off without a hitch, throughout the dinner you feel Fred staring at you from his table across the venue. Every time you catch him staring he smiles at you and turns his attention away briefly, only to bring it back a few minutes later. You shake your head at him slightly; your eyes go wide when he licks his lips with his eyes locked on you.

“You know the entire ceremony all I was thinking about was what you’re going to look like in a wedding dress” he whispers hand sliding onto your lower back dancing slowly to the music.

You smile looking past him but turn to meet his gaze “I mean it” he says kissing your forehead “I can’t wait until it’s our wedding.”

“Want to push it to next year?” you ask while he spins you back into his hard chest. You had been discussing taking two years for the wedding just so you aren’t rushed and don’t have to pull time away from your family to get everything done.

“Think we can get everything done in time? Won’t be too stressful for us” he’s holding you close; you can smell his cologne causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“Yeah I was looking at places, and this one castle has a planner that will help coordinate most of the stuff” you respond. “They do the food, alcohol, décor and have an in house photographer and videographer.”

He turns to look at you slightly confused “didn’t know there were any castles in North America.”

“Oh I was thinking Denmark” you say smiling up at him.

Fred stops dancing looking down at you “you want to get married in Denmark?”

“Yeah” you smile. “It’s so beautiful there, and it’s where you’re from.”

“And you’re from Canada; there are a lot of beautiful places there. You don’t want to get married there?” he asks.

“Canada doesn’t have castles, besides we can leave the boys at your moms and go on our honeymoon” you say causing a large grin to cross his face while he resume dancing.

“So Denmark, next summer” he repeats with a smile on his face. You nod in agreeance feeling Fred’s lips press against yours; you release his arm sliding a hand up to the back of his neck. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss. You feel Fred lean forward, tilting you back your other hand gripping the back of his neck. Your moans are swallowed by the kiss, his hand sliding slightly lower to your ass where it stays for a few more songs.

You see the other guests making their way to the roof and follow the crowd. You lean your head back onto Fred’s chest, his hand resting on your stomach. You tilt your head to the sky, watching as it lights up in a colourful display. Fred’s thumb gently rubs circles on your stomach, a soft sigh leaving your lips while you watch the fireworks.

“I love you” Fred whispers in your ear part way through the show “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You turn around in his grip, wrapping your arms around him under his jacket resting your head on his chest. A slight shiver courses through your body from the cool night air, arms tightening against his body. Fred pulls away and pulls his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. You tilt your head, your gaze shifting from the fireworks to Fred’s eyes.

The colours in the sky reflecting off his eyes while he smiles down at you. The heels you are wearing help to close the gap, but you still have to lift up slightly to press your lips to his. One of Fred’s hand rests on your back inside his jacket, the other gripping the back of your neck. It runs slightly into your hair getting caught in the curls and bobby pins currently holding it in place.

You open your mouth for him, his tongue sliding in. Your hips involuntarily arch forward into his touch, hands sliding up his stubbled chin. His hand on your back slides down giving your ass a firm squeeze causing you to pull away slightly with your draw dropping open,.

“Relax my jacket is long enough nobody can see” he mumbles bringing his lips closer to yours again. You can see the half smile tugging at the sides of his mouth when his lips come crashing back against yours.

“How long do we have to stay” you mumble into the kiss.

You hear Fred groan and feel his half erection pressing into your stomach. He pulls his left hand away to look at the watch wrapped around it “its only 11” he responds causing a loud groan to slip from your lips. Luckily the firework display muffles you from nearby guests.

“We have a very comfortable bed waiting for us” you continue resting your hand on his chest feeling some moisture that has collected from the dancing throughout the night.

“A bed where we can sleep uninterrupted” he jokes “no kids.”

You laugh turning your gaze back to the firework show as they prepare for the finale. “Sleeping in, breakfast in bed” he groans under his breath, you clench your legs

A few hours later after many more drinks you are finally walking into the hotel elevator. As soon as the door closes Fred is on you, hoisting you up with ease. He presses your back to the wall, your legs naturally wrapping around him. His hand slides to the bottom of your thigh, while his other to your thigh where your leg slit has left you exposed. He runs his hand up your skin stopping when he hits your hip bone. His thumb plays gently with the cloth covering your core his mouth peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone only stopping when the door dings open.

He sets you down, adjusting his jacket while you fix the fabric that has shifted from your breasts. He leads you down the hall holding the door open for you. You step out of your shoes and Fred immediately loosens his tie pulling it over his head, throwing it along with his jacket on the floor. Fred turns and bends down throwing you over his shoulder while making his way to the bed.

He throws you onto the bed a light squeal escapes from you. You hear his shoes be kicked to the side, next is a belt buckle clanging on the hardwood floor and last his vest is discarded on the ground. You rest on your forearms watching as he undoes a couple buttons from his neck. You swallow the lump in your throat feeling wetness pool between your legs.

You think about how you could stare at Fred all night while he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, showing off his muscular forearm. Before you have a chance to stare much longer Fred crawls over you locking you in a hungry and passionate kiss. He bends your knee his hand running up and down the exposed skin from your slit.

He crawls down you climbing inside the bottom of your dress hooking your legs over his shoulders in the process. He slowly arches your back off the bed pulling your underwear down your legs. You feel him alternate between kissing and sucking the side of your thigh, while a deep exhale leaves your lips.

He nips your skin slowly approaching the area you need him most, his beard rubbing against your folds. He turns his head, warm breath blows against you coming closer to you. His nose presses into your clit first, followed by his mouth gently attaching to you. He flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up you, your head falling back into the pillow.

He groans against you “you’re so wet baby” he mumbles placing long licks, cleaning up what has been pooling all night.

“You’ve seen yourself right” you moan while he dip his tongue inside your walls. You feel the corners of his lips curl up at your comment licking deep inside you. Your heels dig into his back; you reach down to grab his hair but are met with the chiffon fabric of your dress. You bring them down to your side and grip the bedding his nose digging in deeper into your clit.

You buck your hips up towards his face, his hands slide over your hips pulling you down closer to his face. You start rocking your hips against his face and tongue moaning loudly. He flicks his tongue sucking against your clit.

“Oh fuckkkkk” you moan loudly. Too loudly; feeling his tongue hitting inside your sweet spot. He throws his arm over your hips pinning you to the mattress; he rolls his head around in circles, grunting and moaning into your pussy. You feel your orgasm building when he curls his tongue inside you. He brings up two fingers sliding them in and opening you up further moaning at the taste of you.

Your legs tighten around his head holding him closer to you while you clench around his tongue. He works you through your orgasm continuing the pace until you stop. You relax against him when you are finished and he pulls his tongue out all the way cleaning you up. You expect him to stop but he continues to lick up and down your pussy, flicking at your clit when he gets to it. His fingers curl in hitting your sweet spot he hits it a few times tongue flicking against your clit. He brings you to another quick orgasm, this one so strong your legs shaking around him. Your knuckles are white and you tremble; his tongue still working you through it.

He pulls his head away slowly, his beard grazing along your thighs. You shiver at the contact and the feeling of your sensitive cut being released.

“You need more clothes like this” he says head popping out from your dress “the leg slit is very useful.”

You tilt your head laughing while your grip eases on the bedding. “I’ll be sure to add some in to my wardrobe, flowy dresses are very convenient with newborns.”

Fred crawls up towards you, juices glistening off his beard a smile plastered on your face. “Good” he mumbles bringing his lips to yours. You moan tasting yourself on him and feeling his painfully hard member pressing into your stomach.

He pushes your straps down your shoulders and he gently lifts your back feeling around for a zipper. “It’s on the side” you whisper turning slightly to allow him better access. You hear the zipper while he slowly drags it down you helping you out of it. He throws it over to the side, falling off the chair onto the floor.

His mouth immediately attached to your breast sucking on the nipple. You bring your hands down to his waist fumbling with the button as his thumb reattaches to your clit. A loud gasp leaves your lips having not recovered from your previous two orgasms. He chuckles mumbling something against your exposed flesh while you try to focus through the pleasure to push his pants down his thighs.

His mouth switches to the other breast; you bring your hands up to address his shirt. You lift a leg trying to push his pants down with your foot. Fred’s thumb presses harder into your clit causing a loud moan to leave your lips.

“Freddie” you whine unable to concentrate on stripping him. His head pops up “yeah babe?” he asks knowing exactly what you want.

“You need to stop so I can take your clothes off.”

He just smiles at you and pulls away resting on his knees. He undoes the final two buttons and pushes his dress shirt off his body; you see beads of sweat rolling down his chest. He pushes his pants and boxers of his legs his cock springing free. A light moan escapes your lips watching it slap against his stomach. It’s painfully hard, head glistening with precum your mouth waters thinking about wrapping your lips around it

“You can’t” he whispers following your gaze. A pout comes across your lips “just a little” you whine back.

He groans and falls onto his back shaking his head at you “just a taste” he responds bending an arm behind his head. “Thanks” you hum adjusting yourself between his legs.

You wrap your lips around the tip, and slowly take more and more into your mouth until he is hitting the back of your throat. You can hear Fred moaning, you look up at him through your lashes half expecting him to cum then and there from the sounds he is making. You swirl your tongue around him, running it up the vein on the underside, he attempts to grab your hair but is met by a mess of hairspray and pins.

You rise up leaving just the tip remaining in your mouth. You smirk up at him and bring your mouth down, your nose hitting his pelvis. His hips lift off the bed while you do this a few more times. Finally you feel him grip your hair and pull you off him, saliva dripping down your chin.

“I said a taste” he growls pushing you onto your back. You feel him poke at your entrance and slowly push into you. You take a sharp inhale feeling him stretch your walls from the limited sex you have had with him recently.

He continues to gently push in you, staring at you and watching your expression the entire time while you accommodate him. He goes slowly but with determination, gently thrusting back and forth as he works his way deeper inside you. Your hands find the back of his neck, gripping his chain pulling his forehead down to yours.

The pain slowly turns into pleasure while he continues his gentle but persistent pace. His forehead is glued to yours, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Each thrust going slightly deeper than the last, Fred biting his lower lip the entire time.

You can hear how wet you are every time he thrusts into you, finally he bottoms out. His pelvis connects with yours, the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix, just gently pushing it. He softly grunts feeling your warm walls holding him in; muttering under his breath. "So sexy …Fuck..Milking my cock".

Your legs wrap around his waist, a hand sliding down his neck to his bicep. Fred picks up the pace, your nails digging crescent shaped marks in his muscles. He moves your legs so they are against his shoulders, getting even deeper inside you. You turn into a writhing mess under him, your third orgasm swiftly building. Fred snaps his hips, fucking into you faster and faster.

Your hips arch off the bed, the room being filled with your loud moans. Fred smirks knowing exactly where you are thrusting faster as you cum for him. You clench around him holding him tightly inside you, walls fluttering around his cock.

And then, Fred groans, and you are met with his familiar warmth filling you up. He gives you a few more slow thrusts before releasing your legs and he practically melts on top of you. You lightly rake your hand over his sweaty back while he moans softly, your heart rates slowly returning to normal.

His soft moans turn into soft snores. He is fully on top of you, his dick still resting inside of your walls. If it wasn’t for the exhaustion you would have woken him up, but you know how much he needs the sleep so you allow your eyes to close using the man above you as a blanket.

You are the first to wake up in the morning, Fred now lying beside you on his back. At some point you both made your way under the sheets which are hanging low on his hips. You cautiously crawl out of bed, careful to not wake the sleeping man beside you.

You return from the bathroom a few minutes later having pulled out a bunch of the pins in your hair and notice the sheet had slipped down past his waist. His beautiful cock right there on display.

You consider waking him up in a way that has been appreciated in the past but decide to let him sleep a little longer. You walk around the bed lifting the sheet and crawling back in. Fred feels the bed shift and his eyes flutter open, you lying on your arm looking at him.

“Morning” he mumbles through a hoarse voice.

“Hey” you whisper brushing the hair from his forehead.

“What time is it?” he asks rolling onto his side to look at you. He smiles, his brown eyes opening completely to look at you. You reach for your phone but it’s off causing you to groan and rise up to look at the clock on the table beside him. “Fuck your beautiful” he says bringing his thumb to rub up and down your arm.

You go to smile until you see the time “fuck Fred it’s after 11.” You quickly throw the sheet off to get out of the bed but he easily grips you pulling you back down to the bed.

“Babe” you whine “checkout is 10.”

“Well that’s long gone” he laughs. You try to push him away but he firmly holds you to his chest. He chuckles at your meek attempt to free yourself “it’s not a big deal, we’ll just have to pay for another night.” Fred rolls on top of you, his entire weight pinning you below him.

“But Christie” you start. You only have her booked until 12, and you still have to pack and do the 30 min drive across the city.

“I scheduled her til 2” he mumbles lips attaching to your neck. Before you can process what he said or respond there is a knock on the door forcing him to pull away. He stands up and throws his dress shirt your way for you to cover up with while he quickly pulls his dress pants up his large thighs.

He waits for you to do some of the buttons and adjust the blankets around your waist then opens the door. You hear some muffled talking and some creaking and are met by a man wheeling in a table with breakfast. His eyes go wide seeing you in bed, Fred’s white dress shirt doing little to hide your perked nipples. His eyes linger a little causing your cheeks to heat up; when Fred clears his throat causing the man to excuse himself and leave the room.

“You planned this” you exclaim hearing the door shut.

“That guy couldn’t have been any more obvious” he ignores you walking over to pour you some coffee.

“Fred” you say grinning at him waiting for a response.

“Yes I obviously planned this. He pours some syrup over the french toast and brings a piece to your mouth. You open slightly the fork sliding between your lips. You moan, your mouth being filled with amazing flavours.

“When I booked the hotel I made it for three nights. I actually considered trying to get you stay, but I knew there was no way you would leave the boys for three nights.” You smile at him over your mug loving that he knows you that well. As much as you have enjoyed the 36 or so hours away you can’t wait to get back to your sons.

“That and I felt bad for Christie if we had of left her alone for two nights” he laughs biting a piece of bacon.

“I figured we both could use a day to sleep in” he says bringing more french toast to you. “So I ordered us a late breakfast.”

“And my phone” you respond knowing you had an alarm set, picking up a fork and dig in to the hash browns.

“You put it in my pocket and wandered off to the bar. I just turned it off” he shrugs while you laugh. He places a quick kiss on your cheek “have to admit it was a good plan.”

He quickly returns his attention to the breakfast shovelling in a few more bites. You laugh resting your head on his shoulder “yeah you’re pretty awesome” you respond setting your mug back on the table. You feel a pin digging into the side of your skull and pull away, walking to the mirror you pull out the few you had forgotten earlier.

You hear the clatter of cutlery on the table, and Fred wheels it a few feet out of the way. His arm grips around your waist pulling a squeal from your mouth “you look incredible in my shirt” he groans pulling you to the bed. His thumb grips your hip while he bends you over the foot of the bed, his pants quickly landing in a pile at his feet.

You press your hips back feeling his erection press into your ass. He pushes his shirt up exposing you to him, he brings a hand firmly to your ass. You groan feeling pain radiate in your cheek and wetness build in your core. His hard cock grazes your folds soaking up some of your juices before he slams in to you.

Unlike last night you aren’t given time to adjust. Your ass is immediately met by his stomach, him pressed fully inside of you while he begins a fast pace. Your fists clenched on the sheet, your pussy clenches around his cock. You moan loudly, screaming into the duvet and pushing yourself back onto him.

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Phoenix

@janetm74 gift for @katblu42

the prompts: 1) Lee Taylor, 2) rising like a phoenix and 3) a bird with a broken wing, preferably a Thunderbird.

‘Uncle Lee, Uncle Lee!’ the twins shouted, rushing up to him and throwing themselves around his legs. He bent and scooped them up as their parents followed them at a more sedate pace, bemused smiles on their faces.

‘Tina, Vincent,’ Lee said, inclining his head to them as they all made their way back into the house, and the grins broadened. Some things would never change. As Lee sat down, one child on each knee, Kayo disappeared to get supper ready while Virgil entertained their guest.

Or rather, while their guest entertained them.

Lucy Ruth and Grant Jefferson Tracy loved their Uncle Lee. Even if he couldn’t get their names, or their parents’ names right, he told the best stories. They didn’t get to see him as often as they would like, but every time he visited the island he made sure to spend some time with them.

Virgil came over and held his arms out for one of his children. ‘Come on, bed time,’ he said, taking Grant as Lee stood up with Lucy. This was often the highlight of his visit, and Lee wouldn’t swap this opportunity for anything.

Putting the youngsters to bed, Virgil and Lee exchanged glances, waiting for the inevitable request, and Grant didn’t fail to deliver. ‘Story, Uncle Lee! Story!’ he clamoured, his sister joining in. Lee grinned. ‘Which one do you want to hear?’ The children shared a glance, then squealed together: ‘The phoenix! Tell us about the phoenix!’

Lee chuckled. He’d lost count of how often they requested this one and he sat in the chair between the two beds while Virgil disappeared to assist his wife in the kitchen, safe in the knowledge that his two would be well looked after.

‘Well, Lana and Gerry, have you ever seen a phoenix?’ he started, and as usual both children nodded and pointed at him. He rolled his right sleeve up to reveal the faded tattoo. The phoenix, rising from the flames and ashes, screaming defiance to the sky. ‘That’s right. I got this after a particularly difficult rescue…

‘Damn it, Lee, that was too close!’ Jeff yelled, pulling Thunderbird Two up and away sharply. The corresponding swearing told him that Lee was alright, if a bit shaken. The voice of his eldest came over the comms: ‘careful, Uncle Lee. We don’t want those roughneckers thinking you’re one of them rather than one of us rescuers!’ Jeff chuckled as Lee retorted rather sharply, ‘careful yourself, Spencer, we wouldn’t want you to…’ whatever he was saying was cut off by another explosion on the rig.

Ribbing would have to wait, and both Lee and Virgil got the rescue platform ready for its’ last run, while Jeff used Two and Scott used One to stabilise the platform enough to get the last lot of workers off. John confirmed from Five that all emergency protocols had been initiated, and that capping the well now only required the special missile Brains had put together.

Scott fired the missile once the rescue platform was safely away in Two, and both ’birds headed back to the mainland. Two dropped off the workers at the hospital and they headed back home, Virgil flying and his dad co-piloting him.

Not long after the four men could be found relaxing by the pool. International Rescue was still very new, that rescue had counted as their last single digit. Nine rescues in eight weeks. Sure they had started slowly, but as news spread about the organisation rescues were picking up. With all three of his eldest on board since the start, having had some background training in their respective fields beforehand, Virgil was now starting to go out and put his engineering skills to use. Jeff had made it very clear to his son that Two was his, but he needed some more training on the rescuing side before his dad would hand over control completely.

That was why Lee was here. Jeff and Scott may be pilots, but Lee was the engineer, as was Virgil, and Jeff had thought that his old friend and fellow astronaut would be ideal to help Virgil learn how to assess and react on the fly, as it were. Scott was an excellent commander, and could make snap decisions that were 99.9% right, but he wasn’t an engineer, and some of the decisions involving structural integrity and stability Virgil already knew how to call. It was what would make Scott and Virgil such a brilliant team – their respective skills complemented each other perfectly, they just needed honing.

Lee spent the next couple of days going over simulations with both boys, drills being run again and again until the two worked as one and they ‘won’ every time. They were fast studies, and Lee was more than happy at the way ‘Vincent’ picked up making decisions quickly, and his confidence at telling ‘Spencer’ when he was wrong or needed to take account of a variable.

He was preparing to return to Alpha Moon Base in two days. They spent his penultimate night with a barbeque, retelling how their dad and Lee had made the Mars landing, how Lee had needed to engineer a solution within seconds while Jeff was fighting to pilot the craft, how they barely made it. Sure, with every telling Lee embellished some part or other, but the overall story was not lost on Scott and Virgil. Always be aware of what you can use around you, think on your feet, Never Give Up.

The next morning all four were torn from their sleep by the emergency klaxon. 2:30 am was not a time any of them were used to getting up, but the ability to jump out of bed, dress and present oneself to the lounge for briefing Virgil was gradually getting used to. Scott never had a problem with this, his military training more than enough to prepare for this. John also didn’t have an issue with his NASA background.

It was, so far, their third early morning call. Getting into the lounge last was not unusual, but at least he was awake. Scott passed him a coffee that he seemed to magic from nowhere, and he gratefully sipped the scalding drink while John filled them all in.

A mine collapse in England with several workers trapped. However, the good news was that they had had notice, so the majority of workers had been able to get away. Scott was dispatched immediately, while Brains, Lee and Virgil poured over the plans of the mine and surrounding areas, checking geology and if there was going to be any surprises. The only thing they worried about was that there were several ventilation shafts dug out over the larger area, which was a forest, and the possibility of an explosion of the gases that naturally built up was quite high. With that knowledge in mind, Two set off with the Mole, Jeff piloting and Virgil co-piloting.

It took Scott no time at all to reach the mine, and his report confirmed everything that they had already known and prepared for. As he set about organising what he could on the ground, Virgil and Lee went over the geology again, mulling over potential issues and discussing contingency measures. Jeff listened in, his confidence and pride in how quickly his son had assimilated to his role growing.

Lee and Virgil took the mole down, and it was a textbook rescue. Five miners, minor injuries only, it took around an hour to get them all loaded on the mole. The injured were loaded onto the waiting ambulances and International Rescue were thanked profusely. As they cleared away the equipment and loaded everything, Jeff looked at Lee and he nodded. It was time. As the four returned to the ’birds, Virgil was surprised when his dad walked past Two and carried on to One with Scott. Scott glanced back at his brother, grinning madly, and gave him a thumbs-up.

‘Dad?’ called Virgil after them, uncertain despite his brother’s obvious glee. Jeff turned around and came over to his middle son, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. ‘Virgil, you performed really well on this rescue, both Lee and Brains said you made the recommendations yourself, you decided where to drill, you looked out the potential danger sites. You’ve more than earnt the right to fly your ’bird home without your old man standing over your shoulder.’ He thumbed over his shoulder to a waiting Scott, ‘that’s your brother’s privilege today.’ Scott mock-scowled, but he really couldn’t keep the grin off his face, and neither could anyone else.

One shot off into the distance. Virgil knew his brother would be waiting for him, but for the moment One was out of sight, and Lee huffed something about ‘show-off flyboys’ and ‘like father like son.’ Virgil just grinned. They were all flyboys really, well, except possibly Gordon but even he could fly competently (not that their eldest brother would ever admit that), only Scott seemed to have inherited their father’s love of speed so far. Alan may have, but he was too young to earn his wings yet.

Two rose more slowly – majestically was the phrase Virgil preferred, thank you very much – but she had her own turn of speed. The take-off may not be as impressive as her sister but compared to other aircraft his girl was fantastic. Using her VTOL’s to gain enough lift to engage her main engine, both Virgil and Lee kept an eye on the forest around them so they didn’t set fire to any trees. Trying to ensure he didn’t, Virgil nudged Two forward as she rose.

They hadn’t got far into the air when Lee suddenly shouted. But whatever he was shouting about was lost in the roar of an explosion that rocked Two violently, catching her back and left side, causing her to spin out of control.

Lee came too with several voices yelling for him and Vincent, er…Virgil. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but at the moment his concentration was all on shutting the voices up to stop his head from hurting. Oh, yeah. He needed to open his eyes to do that, and boy was that a mistake. Bright light assaulted him, followed closely by the smell of burning…he knew that smell, it was familiar to him. The smell of burning electrics!

It was the jolt he needed to get himself moving. Unbuckling his belt, he quickly checked himself over, nope, no injuries other than the cracked head and possible whiplash. He wiped the blood off his forehead while he stood up.

Second big mistake. He immediately doubled over and vomited. Ok, make that cracked head, possible whiplash and a concussion. But there was something more important he needed to do. The shouting was still shrill in his head and ear, but he ignored it, hauling himself over to check on Vinc…Virgil. The young man was out cold, a similar gash to his head.

It was the fire all around them that worried him. There was an extinguisher – Brains ever the overcautious, but this was extensive and he knew he needed to get them both out of there quicker than treating the flames would allow for. But as he tried the upper exit the resultant failure to open was no surprise. They would need to get out of the cockpit and the side door.

One of the advantages of being ‘space-trained’, as Lee often termed it, was that it taught you to think on the fly and to use whatever was to hand. And what was on hand, just outside the cockpit, was a prototype suit Brains was in the middle of designing for Virgil, to assist with heavy lifting. At the moment the bare bones were there, and it would be the best thing to use. Even if opening the door was easy, they would be surrounded by debris.

Good job he was strong, Lee reflected, hoisting Jeff’s middle boy into a fireman’s carry. This boy was heavy! He staggered out of the cockpit and into the service way, stopping before the entrance to the pod. The exosuit was housed here, a small area set aside for her, and Lee was thankful that he and Vincent were the same height as he carefully laid the lad down and got into the suit.

As with everything Brains created, the suit adjusted to fit him, and Lee marvelled at the engineering behind it. With a whirl of gears and pistons lee was moving, Vinny over his shoulder, over to the doorway. Thankfully this one slid open easily, Cahelium being so very tough, but outside the ’bird the forest was ablaze.

No sooner had Two got caught up in the fireball, Five had notified One, and a horrified pair of rescuers turned around and raced back in time to see her crash. Training taking over familial responsibilities, they set about using One’s cannon to blast the rapidly spreading fire. Jeff knew that One didn’t carry enough to douse this and directed John to call the local fire services. Scott set One down some distance away, both men inwardly seething at the distance needed because of the fire.

Their priority was to get Lee and Virgil out, so donning their fireproof suits Jeff grabbed two spare oxygen tanks while Scott grabbed extra fire extinguishing tanks, and the two set off while John constantly called to the downed men.

As Jeff and Scott burst through the forest they were met by an astonishing sight. Lee Taylor, resplendent in the exosuit prototype, Virgil over his shoulder, both bathed in the flames around them. The exosuit, still unpainted in this testing phase, shone reds and yellows. They appeared almost in slow motion.

Later, later Scott would mention how like the phoenix Lee looked appearing so suddenly. But right now, all their attention was focused on rescuing Lee and Virgil and putting out the fire.

…and once your Uncle Scott mentioned the Phoenix, that was it. Of course, that was the seed sown, but I didn’t get the tattoo straight away. Returning to Alphie was next on the cards, and it wasn’t until several years later, when your Grandpa Jeff was missing. When your Uncles Spencer and Alvin came to rescue me and Alphie was destroyed I felt that my life as an astronaut was over. Then Spencer gave me another chance when we went to Mars.

When Tina, your mom, came and found me I felt that I was given a second chance at life at my age, and I remembered Spencer remarking about the phoenix and I thought “that’s me, that’s my life.” Your uncles gave me my life back, a second life just like the phoenix. Then they went and rescued your Grandpa, and my third life began, teaching the next generation of Mars settlers.’

By the time Lee had finished both children were asleep, and Virgil and Kayo were wrapped around each other in the doorway. Hearing how their weird Uncle Lee saved their dad’s life never failed to fascinate the pair, and they loved the tattoo. Virgil had been honoured when he’d been asked to design it.

The three adults retired to the living room to reminisce.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #alan tracy #lee taylor #jeff tracy #submission

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Next To You (Mob! Seb AU)

Part 1: Back For You

Part 2: Want You Back

Part 3: Kill For You

Part 4: Run To You

MASTER LIST.

Run-through: Following your friend’s instructions, and the direction to Seb’s place which she left you; you manage to be free from the clutches of your murderous uncle. But how long are you able to stay out of danger? Would Seb be able to keep his promise and keep you safe . . . from everything?

Themes: mob! Seb, language, smut, slight gore elements, dark! Seb

You mentally yelled at yourself to keep yourself awake and focus on the road, since it was around 1:30 a.m. your eyes started to immediately close at intervals of every few seconds. Seriously, driving at that time is next to impossible.

In your sleepy state, driving rather faster than usual, you couldn’t help but think about what must be happening back at Connor’s place.

What would Liana do?

Was she even safe?

If Sebastian sent his men, why didn’t he come to get you himself?

You had no idea what was going on. Yet, you hoped that Sebastian would explain everything to you soon.

As you drove, lack of sleep burning your eyes, you felt a weird discomfort in your stomach; felt like mild period cramps. Except, you weren’t supposed to have your period for the next 2 weeks – so you thought it was just your mind messing with you.

The pain eventually subsided, and your thoughts were infiltrated by a certain blue-eyed, devilishly handsome mob boss.

And right as you thought of him, Liana’s phone rang in your lap.

Your eyes burned as you looked at the bright screen, but they soon widened in surprise and relief.

Sebastian was calling.

You slowed down the car, unable to stop because Liana told you not to at any cost; and you answered the call.

“Hel-,”

“Baby? Y/n, are you okay? I am so, so sorry, babe I swear I- fuck! Where are you? Please tell me you’re okay. Are you hurt? Did anyone touch y-,”

He started getting hyper, and loud, so you cut him off.

“Seb! Calm down, I’m fine. I’m okay, and I’m on my way to you. Liana left me an address I believe to your place, I’m coming over. Don’t worry, I’m okay,” you explained the situation to him and he sighed loudly; signaling that his worries lessened a little bit.

“Okay, but- wait, are you alone right now? Did Liana let you leave alone? Baby, where are you?” he asked again, and you sensed the hint of anger in his voice.

“I’m driving Seb! Yes, I’m alone. And yes I checked, no one’s following me, okay? I’m fine, just-“you got cut off by a whooping cough. It was rather violent, and it caught you off guard.

“Babe? You okay?” Sebastian’s worried voice came through the phone again as you lowered it, in order not to cough right into the phone.

You couldn’t reply as a warm liquid filled your mouth; it had a metallic taste which you hated.

On the verge of gagging, you quickly rolled down the window and spit it out; it felt as though your mouth was salivating more than usual. You quickly wiped your mouth and got back to Sebastian.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m okay, Seb. I’m coming over, my GPS says I’m only 40 minutes away. I’ll see you then, okay?” and without waiting for a reply from his end, you ended the call and took a deep breath – completely ignoring the fact that you just coughed up blood.

You found a seal water bottle and quickly rinsed your mouth, after which you finished the entire thing. The cool water going down your throat help in eradicating the taste of blood from your taste buds. God, why did blood taste so awful?

You drove, following Liana’s direction and the instructions led you to a yet another lavish mansion. Given that it was 2:30 and 3 a.m., the lights weren’t all lit – just a couple on the front porch and on the sides which gave off a rather warm, yet mystical vibe.

You sighed in relief as you parked outside the gates and grabbed your phone again, to call Seb and have him open the gates to let you in.

You tapped on his contact, but he didn’t answer; instead the gates opened slowly and once they widened enough that you could get through, you drove right in.

Tired, sleep deprived, yet relieved; your body leaned back into the seat once you realized that you were safe now.

You didn’t get out of the car, you just looked up at Sebastian’s home. You faintly smiled as you took in its architecture. It reflected his personality; alluring, dark and fascinating. Like the houses which belonged to heroes of gothic romances; the ones you loved so much.

Carefully, you got out of the car and walked up to the front door, and before you even knocked; it flew opened, causing your body to shake at the sudden movement.

On the other side of the door frame stood Sebastian, and he was a sight for sore eyes. You smiled faintly at him. Dressed in sweat pants and a tight, white t-shirt instead of his usual flawless suits – you thought he looked rather adorable.

He wasted no time in grabbing your hand and pulling you inside his home, and into him for a hug. His arms circled around you and his body heat surrounded you – and it was in that moment that you came up with the conclusion that nowhere would feel as safe as in his arms.

He tightened his grip on you and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in and out rapidly.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered and you smiled, placing your chin on his muscular shoulder; sighing in solace.

“I know,” you whispered back and pulled away to get a good look at his gorgeous face. Once you did so, you noticed the men who stood behind him – around 4 of them; and your body tensed.

You didn’t realize there were people watching you and Sebastian being cozy.

“Don’t mind them, they’re my guys. It’s late baby, you should get some sleep,” Sebastian grabbed your hand and started walking across the front area, through the spacious living room and up the stairs.

You briefly took in the interior as you followed him; mainly dark decors, with regular contrasts of white. The house looked well maintained, and you were sure that multiple people must be hired in order to do so.

As you walked up the stairs, countless questions erupted in your mind.

“Sebastian, I don’t understand what’s going on. What happened tonight?” you asked once you finally ascended all the stairs.

Sebastian halted and turned to face you yet again, the bags under his eyes were very visible and worried was written all over his face.

He sure was hiding something, and not knowing what was going on around you was frustrating.

“Can we talk about this in the morning? You need to sleep, babe, it’s late. Now, come on, our bedroom is this way,” he spoke and started walking again.

Our bedroom . . .

Just repeating those words mentally was crazy enough to invite the butterflies back in your stomach.

Our bedroom . . .

He said it so casually, while you began overthinking. Within the next few seconds, you had already imagined what it would be like to live with him, wake up to him every morning, and cuddling to him every night.

The thought was quite far-fetched but you liked it very much.

Sebastian walked the two of you through massive wooden doors and closed it behind you.

“Get some sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head and pointing to the king sized bed.

“And where are you going?” you asked, seeing that he seemed like he had something very urgent to attend to.

“I, well, I have some things that I need to sort out. We’re dealing with real threats here, babe and I’ve got to make sure no one hurts my girl again, yeah? Go on, I love you,” he kissed your cheek and sent you off to bed.

As you walked to his bed, you heard the door opening and closing once again behind you, signaling that Sebastian was gone.

You sighed as you threw yourself onto his comfy bed. His satin sheets were soothing and cold against your tired body. Soon, you found yourself beneath the covers and his scent once again filled your senses.

You felt so comfortable and safe in his bed, that you don’t even remember when you fell asleep. All you know is that you coughed a few more times during the night.

The next morning, the urgent need to pee woke you up. Groaning, you lazily dragged your body out of bed and made your way to the bathroom.

You finished your business and rummaged through the multiple drawers and cupboards found in the well-furnished bathroom; in the search for a toothbrush.

As you did so, you noticed that the faint taste of metal was still in your mouth. Finding a brand new toothbrush, you made your way to the sink and immediately stuck your tongue out to figure out what was going on with you.

As you started at yourself in the mirror, you noticed patches of dried up blood on your pale tongue. And the sight of it worried you for a second.

Were you sick?

But you quickly shrugged it off; thinking it might be nothing at all, and proceeded to brush your teeth. Once done, you were about to go snuggle back in Sebastian’s comfy bed, but the shower looked extremely inviting, so you decided to have a nice, long, hot shower.

You didn’t think twice before slipping out of your clothes; you didn’t even bother checking if you had locked the door.

^^^

Sebastian walked into his bedroom, pumped to see you in his bed but when he got there; you were out of bed already.

He had asked his chef to make you breakfast while he came up to wake you up but you beat him to it; you were already up.

Just as he was about to call out your name, he heard the shower turn on. And he smiled at how quickly you had gotten comfortable with sharing his living space.

His innocent smile rapidly turned into a sly one as scandalous thoughts of your bare body under the running water filled his mind.

He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to be able to call you his. He tried his best to let you shower in peace, but the little guy in his pants was shamelessly excited; so Sebastian slowly made his way through the bathroom door.

The glass concealing your body from his hungry eyes was foggy; and part of him was mad at that. You had your back facing him, yet, the rays of the morning sun caused your skin to glow more than usual.

He smirked again as he slowly got rid of his own clothing; easily discarding his sweat pants and his shirt. The water was rather loud so you didn’t acknowledge his presence until his torso pressed against your bare back.

^^^

You savored the warm water running down your body with a smile on your face. Somehow, hot showers in the morning made everything much more bearable. The temperature of the water was so perfect and you focused so much on it that your senses didn’t pick up on the arrival of the mob boss.

You sighed in relaxation as the warm water fell right on the top of your head, making you tingly all over. Soon, you felt something pressing onto your back, and a pair of hands wrapped themselves around you and soft lips left feathery kisses on your shoulder.

Your body tensed for just a second, but right as your heard his voice; you went back to relishing his touch again.

“Hi baby, morning,” Sebastian said, and resumed kissing your skin; his well-kept beard tickling your skin.

You chuckled as he hugged you from behind; you leaned your head back and laid it comfortably against his shoulder. Knowing perfectly well that this allowed him a perfect view of your breasts, you smirked when you felt something hard poke your back side.

“Morning, nice of you to join me,” you spoke and he bit your skin playfully; earning an involuntary moan out of you.

The water falling in the two of you felt like pure bliss; if you could freeze time and live in one single moment for all eternity, it would be right here – with him.

“You feel better babe? You need anything?” he asked and you turned around, still wrapped in his arms.

His face showed how much he needed to rest, the bags under his eyes were slightly darker than last night and his eyes a little more tired than usual.

You almost laughed at the twist in yours and Sebastian’s saga; how weeks ago you were running away from him, scared of him and his bad reputation. But now, weeks later; you were with him, in his home, in his bathroom – in his arms and pointing out how tired he looked.

You partially blamed yourself for his state. Yet, you didn’t know why you cared so much about a notorious mob boss. Was it love yet?

During the time you considered Connor your father, he once told you that love was something which developed gradually; he said that it took time for one person to realize that one loves someone.

Yet here you were, falling hard and fast for the blue-eyed man in your arms, defying all the rules.

“Yeah, I need to know what’s going on. Where’s Connor, and Liana? Why am I here, Seb, what’s happening?” you asked, the confusion and frustration very, very evident on your voice.

Yet, Sebastian ignored all of your queries with his seductive fuckery. He rubbed your sides slowly with his rough hands and kissed your forehead.

And you didn’t complain, because you needed him just as much as he needed you.

“Can we, just, focus on each other for a while? The troubles, the problems, it’ll all be here, and I don’t wanna waste my time on them when my baby girl is in my arms, yeah?” he suggested and you smiled, burring your face into the crook of his neck.

Slowly, his hand made its way in between the two if you and settled right on top of your core. His other hand massaged your breasts and occasionally pinched your erected nipples. Unmoving, he just pressed his two fingers on top of your folds and you weren’t sure if it was the shower or just your desire; but you felt wetness around that sensitive area.

“Seb . . .,” you moaned into his neck and your noticed the goose bumps which erupted down his back. You sneakily smirked, guess you had the same effect on him which he had on you.

“I’m here babe, right here,” he whispered, and the sound of the shower could barely veil the lust, the need and the hunger in his voice. All for you.

He slipped his fingers through your wet folds with ease and toyed with your clit with expertise. Your body shuddered as you held onto him tightly for support.

“Will you let me take you right here, in the shower? You’re gonna let me fuck you raw and rough and show you just how much you mean to me? Tell me baby, you’re gonna let me bury myself in you so deep that you forget your own name, huh?” his fingers quickened their sweet assault on your dripping core as he whispered his wild and vulgar thoughts in your ear.

You could only moan in response as his fingers slowly slipped into your entrance and his thumb settled upon your sensitive little bud; his hand moved in a circular motion and soon – he was all you could focus on. All your worries and all your burning questions could wait as you solely concentrated on his intimate touch.

His touch which made you feel like a toy in his hands, for him to play with as he wishes. And not one single protest left your lips.

Seeing that you weren’t replying, he slightly pushed you off him and against the shower wall instead. Your back side made contact with the cold marble and you whimpered – closing your eyes immediately; both at the contrasting temperature and at how Sebastian growled in your ear.

“Answer me when I talk to you, babygirl. Look at me,” he spoke again, one hand at your waist pressing you into the wall, while the other gripped your jaw and tilted your face upwards. So, you had no other choice but to look up at him.

Your core throbbed as you opened your eyes; only to find his blue orbs staring down at you. Your chest pressed against his and your hardened nipples brushed against his skin – almost as if unintentionally teasing you. The water droplets fell from his hair and down his face, making him look tempting, alluring and angelic at the same time.

He was beautiful; electric – majestic. Everything you would describe him as when you first laid eyes on him.

“I’m yours, Seb. You can do whatever you want,” you whispered as your hands snaked behind his neck and you pulled him down for a kiss.

Your words awakened the animal in him.

You nibbled on his bottom lip and he moaned into your mouth; tongue rubbing against yours sinfully and his hands roaming your body as if exploring it for the first time. The feeling of his soft skin against yours, with the warm water falling down on you; was unmatchable.

Soon, you felt his hard member press against your upper thigh and you smirked, anticipating what was coming.

“Tell me how much you want me, baby, and how bad you want my cock to pound into that tight little hole of yours. Tell me you’re mine, Y/n,” somehow, the sound of your name leaving his lips while he was in a haze; driven by lust and passion, was the most perfect sound you had ever heard.

“Fuck! Seb . . . just, please fuck me. I need you,” you whined and it was all he needed to hear. All he needed was the desperate pleas coming from your swollen lips to show you just how much he wanted you.

The hunger was rather clear in his eyes as he quickly placed his lips on yours, claiming them through the deep kiss as he rubbed his tip up and down your folds. You whimpered into his mouth as he quickly grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up further into him; causing you to wrap your legs around him and leaning against the wall for support as he held you tightly in his arms.

Steadily, his length slipped into your tight entrance as his one hand supported you while the other wrapped around your throat – tilting your head back.

“You’re mine,” he whispered out of habit. His voice deep and gravelly with sexual tension. And you smiled, eyes rolling back and wrist wrapping around his arm; signaling that you liked having his hand around your throat.

His thick member stretched you to your maximum and once you nodded at him in reassurance; he started thrusting in and out of you slowly, gradually increasing his speed.

He moaned out loud at the feel of your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. And you let out whimpers each time the base of his cock rubbed against your clit – driving you on the edge each time it did so.

Sebastian’s mouth hovered over your ear as he kept whispering comforting words at you as well as his vulgar words.

In that moment, nothing else mattered in the world. It was the two of you, present and consuming each other – and that was enough.

He licked a thick stripe from the base of your neck, up to your jaw and gently nibbled on your soft skin; making sure to leave behind dark marks which would remind you and everyone else that you belonged to him, and him only.

“Seb . . . fuck!” you whined as his hand left your throat. Both of his hands wrapped under your thighs, supporting your shaking body firmly against the marble wall as he rocked in and out of you relentlessly; the new angle giving him access to sensitive spot you didn’t know you had.

His touch was pure bliss.

He increased his speed each time his name immorally escaped your bruised lips and soon, you were a moaning mess; body moving rhythmically along with his and with each thrust – your back hit the cold wall behind you.

He sloppily kissed the side of your mouth and groaned as a sinful moan left your lips.

“Fuck! You feel so good baby, all mine,” he spoke in a haze as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, as he sped up into you; earning more and more moans out of you.

Sebastian nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and he moaned out loud and a series of profanities left his mouth.

Your felt the familiar pressure form at your core yet again and the sweet pain in between your hips got unbearable. So, you let go in his embrace.

You came with a cry of his name and your chest moved up and down rapidly as the waves of euphoria washed over you again and again.

Sebastian came right after; his cum shooting at your pulsating walls, whispering your name under his breath as he did. His chest pressed against yours, and you could feel his crazy heartbeat along with yours.

You both panted as you came down from your high, riding the waves of pleasure together. Sebastian kissed and bit the skin along your throat as he carefully placed you back onto your shaking feet. He didn’t let go of your figure just yet, knowing perfectly well that you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself up for long.

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders held onto him tighter than before and he chuckled in your ear.

The sound of it sent tingled down your spine, as did his warm load which trickled out of you slowly.

Once calm, you looked up at him and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb instinctively caressing the soft skin below his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered, unsure if he heard you over the sound of the water falling from the shower head.

As a reply, his lips found yours in yet another possessive kiss; as if branding you as his, he tugged onto your bottom lip and you sighed in the comfort of his arms.

“I love you even more. Now, come here, let me clean you up,” he said and reached out for the shower gel.

That morning, you had a rather playful shower with mob boss. And he was so gentle and caring that for a moment you forgot who he really was. Sebastian Stan wasn’t regular person, he wasn’t just another handsome man who managed to steal your heart – he was still the most feared mob boss in the country.

After you shower, as you wrapped your body in a fluffy, lilac towel; the questions you had resurfaced again in your mind.

“Seb?” you called out to the man behind you, who was busy securing a white towel around his waist.

You turned around, following his voice, and took in his appearance; tan skin in contrast to the white towel, perfectly muscular arms, toned chest and a God-crafted Adonis belt. He was literally way out of your league, but you were glad you had him.

Mindlessly, you bit your lip as you studied his perfect body shamelessly.

“Keep staring at me like that and I might just take you again, babe,” Sebastian teased and your face flushed as he caught you staring.

“Sorry, I just wanted to know about Liana and Co-,”

“Nope! Not right now, come on,” he cut you off and grabbed you hand and dragged you out of the bathroom you had just spent the last hour in; fucking and desperately trying to shower, before going back to fucking each other a few more times.

He walked you to the bed and sat you down on the edge of it.

“Seb! Cutting me off each time won’t help, I need to . . . oh fuck!” you involuntarily cussed as he rapidly pushed you back down on his bed, lifted the towel to reveal your still sensitive core to him as he started leaving soft kissed along your inner thighs.

He was on his knees by the side of the bed, hands wrapped around your thighs and mouth kissing his way up till he reached your glistening core.

The scent of his spicy body wash coming off your body was surprisingly enticing and inviting. To him, having his scent enveloping you, proved that you were truly his.

“Guess I’ve found a great way to keep you from asking more questions, huh baby?” he teased and slowly licked a thick, warm stripe from your entrance to your clit.

You shivered as his warm mouth worked on your wet core. His tongue teasing your tight entrance as his eyes looked up at you shamelessly. He pressed his mouth further into you as your eyes rolled back and your hands flew downwards to caress his face.

You already were quite sore from earlier and now his mouth just felt like it was all a little too much, but you weren’t complaining.

Sebastian ate you out feverishly, like he had an insatiable hunger which only seemed to grow with each passing moment.

“Seb . . . I- fuck!” you were out of control as your body squirmed under him again. His mouth on you was all you could focus on.

Within the next few minutes, and with a few strokes of his tongue, his steady fingers slipping in and out of your entrance; Sebastian had you coming around his fingers and mouth again – draining you of all the energy you had left.

As you panted, trying hard to catch your breath and calm your heartbeat, Sebastian threw himself on the bed right beside you.

You turned on your side to look at him; his face flushed and lips glistening with your slick. He was everything you didn’t know you needed.

“Silencing me each time won’t help, Sebastian. I need to know what’s going on,” you spoke softly, too tired to move closer to him to hold him properly. But he got the memo that you wanted to be closer to him so he pulled you into his side.

You laid your head on his damp chest and sighed. His hands wrapped around you as he cradled your head, placing a kiss on top of it.

“After you left, along with Liana, I gave it all a thought. And I was frustrated because I couldn’t figure out how to send him an indirect message that I was aware of all that’s going on. So, I called Liana and told her about a plan I had in mind. She was reluctant, but agreed soon enough. So, I sent my men and . . .,” he trailed off, obviously not wanting to tell you the complete story.

He was being so vague that it was driving you crazy.

“What plan? Seb, what did you do?” you asked, sitting up on the bed, securing the towel around your chest.

Sebastian sighed and sat up as well.

“I had my people take Dylan, Connor’s son. And long story short, he’s in my basement right now. And I know Connor did something, but that son of a bitch refuses to talk. I was with him last night, and I did everything, but he still hasn’t uttered a word. Unfortunately, I can’t kill him . . . yet,” he spoke nonchalantly.

“Seb! Why? And Connor found out?” you asked, shocked at his revelations.

“Yes. When Liana came to drop you at the loft, he had someone follow you. And he saw you and I together, so he knew something was up and that you were involved. When my people took his son, he was pissed naturally, and he finally put two and two together. Liana found him when he was on his way to you, and she . . . well, you know the rest,” Sebastian spoke, hanging his head low.

“Oh God, and what do you think Connor did?” you asked, probably more to yourself than to him.

He shrugged and looked at you helplessly.

“I don’t know, and I hate that I don’t know. He didn’t send anyone after you, he didn’t send anyone here. He’s not even trying to get his son back. I just- I hate it. I can’t lose you. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what his next move is. I-,”

“Hey, I’m fine. I’m okay, I’m right here,” you whispered as you inched closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around you and pressed you to his side.

“Connor can’t get to me here, Seb. I know you’ll keep me safe,” you smiled up at him and he had trouble believing that the angel in his arms was all his.

His heart filled with a sense of pride when he heard that you counted on him to keep you safe.

“I love you, babygirl. Come on, breakfast is ready downs-,”

The buzzing of his phone cut him off.

It caught your attention as well.

Sebastian sighed and walked over to where the phone was, on the other side of the room and picked up the call without even checking the caller.

“Hello? Liana, what-,”

You watched how all the color from his face drained. He wasn’t scared, but he looked extremely worried. As though someone told him that his worst nightmare had become a reality.

“What do you mean, Liana? I trusted you with that!” he barked through the phone, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

There was a pause, a rather long one. You were slightly worried as well, but hearing that Liana was alright made you feel a little better about everything that was going on.

“No, she’s with me, she’s safe. No, he won’t talk. Yes, do you think I’m fucking stupid? Okay, fine. Yeah, I’ll call him. And take care, you fucking idiot!” with that, he ended the call and had to refrain from smashing his phone to the ground.

You waited for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Is everything okay? How is Liana? Is she-,”

“She’s fine, babe. She’s on her way over right now. Don’t worry, everything’s . . . fine. Get dressed, Y/n, you need to eat something. I’m just gonna make a call, I’ll be right back,” he pointed to your luggage and started making his way out of the room when you called out to him.

“Seb, wait! You’re hiding something from me, what else happened?” you asked and he sighed, looking down at the ground.

“When Connor’s men found him bleeding and unconscious, they took him to the hospital. And Liana went to see him, but . . . he’s gone. He disappeared and no one knows where he is. We lost him, he could be anywhere, he could hurt you and I wouldn’t even be able t-,”

“Sebastian, calm down,” you whispered as you approached him.

His breathing got irregular and he avoided eye contact at any cost and you noticed the slight change in his tone; he was scared.

You wrapped your hands around his bare torso and placed a chaste kiss on his collar bone.

“Liana told me he’s after my dad’s money. If we just give him the money once it’s transferred to my name, won’t that solve everything? If it’s just money he’s after-,”

“It’s not the money babe, it’s you. He wants you, and the thought of not being able to keep you safe from him scares me. I always thought nothing could scare me, but the thought of losing you scares me a lot,” he spoke, closing his eyes and placing his forehead against yours.

His breath fanned your face and you smiled faintly.

“I trust you, Seb. And I know nothing will hurt me when I’m right next to you,” you whispered and connected your lips to his.

His soft lips moved along with yours, his tongue occasionally brushing against yours and making you feel all warm and tingly all over again.

Through the kiss, you could feel his worry and his concern. Yet, surprisingly, you had complete faith in him. You felt safe with him around.

You were sure that the broody mob boss, who you were undoubtedly falling for, would keep you away from any harm.

Right?

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Glass Walls

Tony Stark

Warning:filthy lemon, ignoring infinity war, oh and alsoi love Pepper Pots so fucking much but tbh i made her a huge bitch in this.

Sum: Pepper is jealous of Tony and y/n's new relationship and y/n knows it. Its clear she wants Tony back. Y/n goes out of her way to make sure Pepper knows that ship has sailed.

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I walked up a flight of stairs an overnight bag slung over my shoulder and a pile of file folders in my arms. Tony had left them at my apartment over a week ago and i was only just now returning them. We hadn't been staying at my place much lately so i had finally gone home to get them. Tony did however tell me to pack a bag while I was there so I could come back and stay. I wondered when he would cave and have me move in but the relationship was still fairly new so i didnt want to rush things.

I sighed as i made my way to Tony's office and spotted the annoyingly familiar blonde hair through the glass door. Tony nowhere in sight.

I awkwardly pulled the door open offering her a nod and small smile in 'hello'. She rolled her eyes at me.

"You couldnt have gotten him to work on time?" She asked with a hint of bitch in her voice.

"Im his girlfriend not his alarm clock and I stayed at my place last night im not sure where he is." I said walking behind his desk and slinging my overnight bag over his desk chair and setting the files on his desk. Her eyes widened as she got a look at the files.

"You have had these files this whole time?" She gasped snatching them from the desk. She huffed and paced out of the room not waiting for my sarcastic reply.

Pepper had never liked me. I think it was mostly because I'm much younder than she is. She thinks shes been replaced with a youner module. Acting like i was just like one of Tony's cars or something.

It was clear and had been clear that she wants him back. Lingering looks here inappropriate touch there. It was really starting to piss me off. Plus i knew for a fact she was only in here early so she could hop up on top of Tony's desk and cross her legs while he worked.

I was sure she never did that when they were together. She had only started doing it when i did it.

The little copier. It was starting to get annoyingly childish. It started making me feel childish. Ever since i walked in on her sitting on his desk in front of him while she fixed his tie I have had this desier to out do her.

I sighed and flopped down on the couch in his office.

"Hey doll how'd you sleep?" Tony asked his voice groggy and his eyes blood shot.

I snorted at the nickname. Ever since he made up with his little boyfriend Steve hes really hitting the lingo.

" not as bad as you did it looks like. How many hours did you...?" He lifted his fingers '3'. I frowned and stood up reaching for him. He didnt really sleep well without her.

"Well you have been working none stop lately. Why don't you come back to the room with me and nap for a bit?" I said melting my body into his letting his warmth wrap around me. I took a deep breath of him and reached my arms around his neck.

"Can't, pepper has a list a mile long of shit for today." He said digging his head into my neck. I hummed softly but our moment was cut short.

"Starting now, you're late Tony!" Pepper voiced from the door. I cringed at the sound of her voice and seperated from Tony.

Tony sighed loudly and looked down at me.

"Head to the room and I'll be there in a few hours." He said handing me the nightbag from his chair. I smiled at him and pecked his lips before making my way to the door.

"Dont count on it." Pepper said under her breath but i could totally hear the bitch. I rolled my eyes and stepped out heading to the room and to fucking bed.

Not but 20 minutes later I felt large warm hands run my shirt up my back. Tony gently stroked the skin of tge small of my back with his fingers. I hummed. "I thought i had to share you today." I said turning my head so i could look at him. "Oh baby you dont have to share me with anyone." He said his voice still groggy from exhaustion. "Oh i love it when you talk to me like that..." I said straining my neck up to kiss him.

He sighed pleasantly into my lips as if he had been waiting all day for this, though we had kissed not but maybe 30 minutes ago. His body fell limp leaning against hers as they kissed. She pulled away from him.

"As much as i love hot sleepy sex Tony, I think you could really use some sleep." I said rolling him onto his back. He sighed heavily and his eyes closed the second I had turned him. I shook my head down at him and smiled.

" i love you so much you stupid sleepy man" I said kissing all over his face for a minute before shimmying down the bed to pull off his pants. He let out a struggeled chuckle as i pulled them down his legs.

" thought you said I should sleep." He said his eyes still closed but a new smirk playing on his lips.

"You are...we are going to sleep but i know for a fact you have had these clothes on for more than 20 hours so I'm gonna get them off of you." I said with a laugh.

"Only if i can get yours off of you." He flirted making me giggle and blush hotly. He leaned up slightly only to flop back down.

" i dont think you have the energy for that iron man." I said pulling the covers up both our legs and sinking into his side. He pouted

" at least take your top off for me? You know i cant sleep if i dont get atleast one peak at the girls" he said referring to my 'rockin tits' tony calls them.

" here i thought you just needed to be graced by my presence to have a good slumber." I said laying back. He turned over onto his stomach and leaned up on his elbows to look me in the eye.

" nope, its always been those rockin tits doll!" He said using one hand to catch the seem at the bottom of my shirt.

" just a peak." He lied as he pulled the shirt completely off and threw it on the ground. I laughed loudly as he began motorboating the my girls. I let out a happy girlish giggle/scream as he had his fun.

" Tony Starrrk!!!" I Scolded swatting at his sides as he took tight grips of each of my beasts and smushed them against his cheeks.

" never had a girl with tits as perfect as yours. Never had a girl with such a banggin body" he said as he starting kissing. This made me laugh he never talked like this. And i know he uses the work rockin offten while describing my body but i havr never heard the word banggin before.

" no i know your sleep happy." I said kissing his lips and making him lay down flat with my head on his chest.

"No sex?" He asked still in his sleep deprived state.

" the faster you fall asleep the faster i wake you up with my lips wrapped around your Co..." I didnt get to finish the sentence before i heard him snoring. I laughed a little thinking he was making a joke but when i looked up to kiss him he was actually forreal dead ass asleep. I just smiled and pecked his lips.

It had maybe been 3 hours when the shrill voice woke me.

"Tony it is well past 2 pm, you have missed 2 meetings and i have the board of directors on the phone waiting for your approval on...." She stopped talking wjen she saw me sitting up in his bed topless my gaping breast practically waving at her. I screamed and flopped back down on the bed pulling the covers over me. My reality brain finally catching up with my sleepy brain. What the fuck is she doing with a fucking key?

"Pepper what the hell are you doing in here?" Tony asked harshly as I hid under the covers into his side.

" what the hell am i doing? What the he'll are you doing? Fucking the staff in your place of work during office hours." She said raising her voice. I pocked my head out.

What the actual fuck? And who the actual fuck does she think she is.

First of....why the fuck does she have a key, why the fuck does she think its okay to just barge in to her bosses quarters while he's trying to sleep. And most importantly why the fuck does she have a key? Has she had it this whole fucking time? Had she never givin it back to tony when they split almost 2 years ago.

The shocked look that was plastered on iron mans face was a face only pepper fucking pots could bring out of him.

"Pepper what the fuck are you doing?" He said repeating himself unable to even comprehend her shots at him about fucking y/n while in his own fucking home.

"Tony, you and i have work to do but instead of maning up and doing your job you come back up to your little fuck toy. This is starting to get rediculos Tony! Your slacking at work, falling asleep on the job and not to mention...." She took a long dramatic pause before turning to me for a short second. "Your Little fuck toys should not be handling classified work files much less letting them take the files home with them to screw up." She finished sticking her bony little finger out to point at me.

"You know those files were missing for 2 weeks. We had a team searching for those documents Tony." She bitched as tony just looked at her like she was the insane.

"Pepper what the fuck?" He asked again rubbing his eyes.

"Peper what the fuck pepper what the Fuck... Stop pepper what the fucking me. You know what im talking about. Your new relationship with her has interrupted your work for the last time tony this is completely unprofessional and insanely inappropriate." She said her hands on her hips and her foot tapping on the ground over and over in frustration.

I wanted to just grab Tony's blaster gun and just shoot her. Who the fuck does she think she is?

" Pepper, y/n is not a fuck toy! Shes my girlfriend. The next time you refer to her you will call her "Tony's girlfriend" or you will call her by her fucking name. And if you really think my job performance is suffering, check what the fuck i was doing all night that left me this sleep deprived and exhausted. Was in my lab all fucking nigjt working on some tech for bruce and you would fucking know that if you went to the debriefing this morning instead of trying to beat my girlfriend to my office just to fucking bug her. You think y/n's and i's relationship is Inappropriate? You are the one that just broke into your bosses home and bedrrom just to tell him to get up for work. News flash pep just cuz i made you CEO dose not mean you are the fucking boss. Get the fuck out of y/n and i's room I'll be in work when im good and fucking ready!" He yelled his voice harsh and rough. His tone made me flinch but the fact that the tone of voice isnt directed at me made me smirk.

Pepper's mouth hung open her face was red from what i can only assume is embarrassment. She finally caught herself after about 45 seconds of complete and uter silence and she turned and walked towards the door.

" and Pepper i dont know where the fuck you got the key to our room but you can leave it at the house keeping counter. Im instructing friday to never let you back into this room under any circumstances ms.pots. and your on thin fucking ice pots, walking in on my girlfriend naked and i trying to sleep. You are lucky you didnt just lose your job. Leave!" He said sternly his face hot with anger and his hands gripping hard against the sheets.

Once pepper finally left Tony's room he turned to look down at me.

"Darling I am so sorry. I didnt kniw she could get in here. Im so sorry she saw your..." He didnt finish i just shook my head. After all its not the first chick to see my tits and its not like she dosent have the same parts....well my parts may be a bit bigger and better than hers but that nore here nore there.

" its fine baby its just fine. You dont have to apologize for anything after what you just did." I said scooting closer to him from where they had sepreated in the dramatic moment.

I couldnt believe he had said all of that. Tony and i have been together for over a year but with his ex still working right under him it has been a bit of a struggle. Tony had always been good at standing up for others especially his girl. And pepper had been pushing it for weeks. He thinks he knows why pepper is only just know acting out about their relationship. She finally gets that its becoming serious. After just one year his relationship with y/n was stronger, better, and, more serious than tony and peppers ever were. And tony and pepper had multiple years together under their belts yet after just one year of being with some yoinger ethnic girl tony wants to take her to see the world and their planing trips and sending out fucking christmas cards. It had made Pepper's blood boil so she would continue to try and undermine anything y/n was trying to do in front of tony. Every time she would try and make a cute joke or tell a funny story pepper would try and ruin it or just interrupt y/n in the middle of her stories to start on of her own that no one wanted her to begin.

The other avengers caught on to this quickly too. After meeting me, one by one they all had their own issues and opinions on tonys new gf. Of course thats a given they were all so close and then i come in all new and young and not knowing anything. After a while everyone was eventually okay with my existence all but pepper of course. When they would interrupt most of the team would end up finding their way back to me to find out the rest of my stories. They could all tell Pepper had issues and wasnt over tony she wasnt exactly being suddle but...tony tony just completely shut her the fuck down. And plus that...he called it our room not just his. Then he called her ms.pots instead of pepper in the end completely changing their friendship status to im not even gonna call you by your first name status. And that had to be worse than just a basic acquaintance.

Our room, I cant believe it.

" inappropriate! We're inappropriate? Please. I'll show her inappropriate!" He said making laugh

" its okay babe."I said reasuring him that im totally fine.

" no its not. Plus she ruined my nap time wake up blow job. If she wants to see inappropriate I'll take you to my office right now and fuck you in front of the team, the staff,god and everybody. I swear Thor will be able to hear your screams from fucking asgard." He teased but i took 100% serious.

I coughed nervously before saying " i mean...id be down for that." Tonys mouth grew into a wide smile before he rushed into action.

By now the regular staff of employees have already gone for the day and just the people who live in building and pepper are left. Pepper's desk is diagonal from his and smaller in space but it still shows that it is a person of authority.

Tony and I had been chatting in his office for a minute. Each of them stealing glances over at Pepper where she had her head stuck in some case files. For a second i thought maybe Tony was totally joking and we weren't about to fuck on his office desk and in a way i was right...he didnt fuck me on the desk.

He Sat and spinned on his chair for a minute before beckoning me to come and sit on his lap. He did this dangerously sexy thing where he spun in his chair and stopped to make eye contact then he would look down at his lap making my eyes follow his. His arms out on his legs. His hands pat his meaty thighs just begging me to take a seat on my thrown. It made me gulp

Shit we really were bouta do this?

He grabbed my hand as I got nearer to him. He looked up at me for a minute just staring into my eyes. It gave me a chance to really look at him. His eyes were no longer blood shot and his pale skin had finally changed back to its regular tan. He looked well rested, happy, content.

He let his other hand fall off his legs to reach out for mine. His finger tips traced up my thigh and under the skirt. He gace me a devilish look before his eyes slightly flicked to ms.pots desk. He smirked again as he saw she was in fact watching his every move. He let his hand grip onto my thigh to lift it up in the air and over his lap. This quick movement starteled me, i grabbed a hold of his shoulder for leverage as he yanked my other leg up and onto him as well so he had me successfully straddlling his waist.

He hummed into my chest for a minute before kissing his way up my neck. My body instantly relaxed against him as he started up his trail to my lips. He hadnt had sex in what...40 hours. 50? God it was like a life time.

His hands struggling to grade and massage at everything he could get a hold of. He almost regreted making her put clothes back on and leave the bedroom in the first place. He alreay had her in nothing but a thong on his bed. But of course he had to follow his public place kink....but hey...im not complaining.

My peripherals caught site of Peper crumpling up pieces of paper on her desk. They were actually making her scwerm. Good the bitch deserves it.

And with that thought, i pulled my top off slowly making sure to thro the shirt into the glass whwre peper was looking in from where she sat at her desk. Tonys windows were fairly tented higher than any other office in the building so they werent 100% visible but if you squint it's not hard to see.

I pressed my tits into Tony's face for the second time that day and he let out an almost childlike laugh causing me to blush hard. Tony pulled his shirt over his head finally letting my hands run down his firm chest. I leaned down to kiss at all this new skin he was showing.

His hands moved to hike my leg up and over one of the arm rests of the chair so he could get his hand under me.

"Mmm look how wet you are." He moaned his eyes closing as his fingers spread my lips open for a second before dipping his pointer into my juices only to slush it around. My body was already twitching And ready for him to touch.

" so smooth, you're so perfect for me baby" he said slipping two fingers into me. I gasped out and wrapped my arms around his neck and took a tight grip on his hair. His beefy fingers plunged into me, stretching me out and making me hot.

"Tony" I whined at him trying to buck my hips into his hand. He chuckeled at me as his fingers slowly started moving in and out of me. I grinded up agaisnt his palm as his fingers curlled and hit the not inside me.

I threw my head back as his handsl moved faster his fingers hitting the right spot over and over.

" Fuck fuck Tony" I moaned trying to hump down on him. His other hand snaked up to pinch my clit ever so lightly and he knew he had me. My walls qlenched around his fingers and he continued to curl them up into me making me moan loudly each time.

"Your gonna cum y/n. Then I'm going to make you sink down on top of me. You're wrap that tight pussy around my cock and I'm gonna fuck you up against this glass wall. How does that sound baby?" He asked looking up at me. My mouth hung wide open as his words and i could feel my slick dripping from me and into his waiting hands.

"Mhmmm yes. Please Sir Yes!" I said my voice high pitched. He groaned loudly before i felt his hand withdraw and move to shove his pants down his legs and off. I took that chance to free him from him boxers and stroke up his length. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment only to grip both of my hips.

I knew he was ready so i lined him up and he all but shoved me down. He filled me quickly making me scream his name but only for a moment before he already had them moving.

The tight grip he had on her thighs left her room for no control over her own hips. They were going at his pace and it was agonizingly slow but felt to amazing to tell him to move faster.

"God your so fucking tight around me." He moaned his head falling off the back of the chair. His eyes rolling back a bit. I took that chance to start pushing down on him a little faster. The tip of his dick finally deep enough to bump my cervix. God his dick is so long...thick....ughh how can i have it inside me and want it in my mouth all at the same time.

"Fuck you feel so good!"he said his eyes opening to watch my breasts bounce up and down for him. He humps up inside my making me gasp out a loud throaty moan. I moved my hips harder to grind into him. That move obly made me twitch hard and cum all over his lap and down his dick. My body shook above him in a hot orgasm but Tony wouldnt stop. Bucked up into me fucking me upward making all my cum and slick splash down on his thighs. The grip i had on his hair tightened as he pumped is load deep into me. He let out a loud moan of my name before letting my body fall slack against him almost locking his cum in place inside me.

We sat there for a minute trying to catch our breath. Pepper completely forgotten. I thought maybe he was bluffing earlier and we were done fucking in his office for fun but after aminute he starts nibbling my ear lobe before saying

"Stand up and put both your hands on the glass."

My eyes shot open to look at him. Was he serious? The only thing pepper could really see right now was my bare back and i thought that may be enough but tony Bucky his hips not just penetrating but pushing me up too.

I hoped off of him and turned away from him. Doing as he told, I raised my hands up and leaned against the glass.

Tony was sex laughing joyfully as he stood up behind me. He kicked my ankles apart and ran his hands down my back.

"Sometimes i wish i would have fucked you like this in the tower. That way everyone in the city would see iron man fucking whats his."

His breath tickeled my neck as he spoke. It made me shiver as his chest pressed agaisnt my back. His hands slid up my sides and around my front to squeeze my breasts.

" still cant believe these are real"

He whispered as he started kissing from my ear to my shoulder.

"Tony please!" I said begging unable to take any more of his torture.

" you know what i want to here." He said his hand moving down to my sex. He gently slapped my sex making me gasp and flinch.

"Please fuck me with your Iron, Iron Man!" I bagged turning my head to look at him and biting my lip. He took that moment to push my body fully against the glass. My body shivering from the cold of the glass against my skin.

He kissed my lips before pushing inside me. My head fell back against his chest and I let out a loud moan of his name.

He hummed from behind me as his hips thunked into my back side.

The sound of our sweaty hot skin slapping together echoed through the rooms the only other sound were my erratic breaths and moans.

His pace quickened sending tingeles through my body as he rocked me into the glass.

" fuck fuck yes Fuck!" He had me chanting as his poundings god harder, my moaned getting louder. I reached up on the glass trying to grab fro someyhing only to just hit my fists against hit twice as my walls clinched around him.

" Tonnnn...yyy" i screached as my cum gushed around him.

" fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum." He said lifting his hand up to grabe my face so i was looking at him again. He kissed me and Basically sucked my tongue into his mouth making it wrestle with his as his cum spread throughout my insides. He bit down on my lip before pulling away to look at me.

" that may have been the hottest thing we ever done." He said after catching his breath. He pulled out of me but kept me in his arms. He stept backward 2 steps and all but fell into his desk chair with me on his lap. He sighed and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I smiled down at him and kissed at the hairs on his chest where my head laid.

" not even the time in the elevator?" I asked playfully. He smirked but didnt open his eyes.

"Nope."

" or the time in loki's old cell."

"Nope."

"Not even the time when..." He stopped me finally looking at me.

"Maybe the time in asgard on thor's thrown." He said making me laugh.

"I still cant believe he dosent know. I mean its not like we cleaned up after." I said giggling. Tony laughed loudly for a moment his eyes sparkeling.

" I thought you said you had." My mouth dropped open at his words. I bit my lip in an almost funny embarrassment feeling.

"Oh... Well i mean you hadnt asked me to." I said only making him laugh harder and longer. He wiped his eyes in his hysterics and slapped at the knee i wasnt propped up on.

After a few minutes of loving, naked, silence he looked down at me his happy face was now replaced with a look of guilt.

"I'm really sorry about Pepp...oh shit.." He started before landing on her nam and remembering why they were in his office in the first place. Both his and my heads snapped to look at peppers desk. She was in fact no where to be seen. I started blushing hard before making eye contact with Tony again. He bit on his lip trying to hold back a smile. I broke first but we both burst out in loud huffs of laughter. His chest shaking hard. My head fell down on his chest as I shook my head in disbelief.

"We really did that." I said he laughed again.

"We really really did that." He said pulling my hair back to expose my neck to kiss me.

" and im about ready to do it again." I said moaning. He matched my pitch with a groan.

" God I love you!" He said I kissed him hotly and nibbled at his facial hair.

"Tony." I said softly

"I love you too!"

#marvel #marvel smut #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #smut #iron man #iron man smut #tony stark smut #tony stark #robert downey junior #robert downey jr #robert downey jr smut #avengers smut #avengers endgame #avengers infinity war #endgame #marvel endgame

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linphd · 5 years

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dabi x hero!reader | everything is blue [angst]

dabi x reader (YES, AGAIN)

gender neutral

There are some consequences of a hero and a villain dating, sooner or later.

warning : angst, mention of death

the lyrics used in this one shot are from colors by Halsey

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through.

I know I've only felt religion when i've lied with you.

You and Dabi had been dating for 4 years, strangely. Strangely, because he was a villain, and you were a hero. But when you started to see each other, you never asked about each other’s job -even though after you’ve been on TV several times, he must’ve already known.

You actually went on a mission and you bumped into him. He gave you an awkward smile when he realized he couldn’t hide the fact that he was a villain anymore, but you decided to attack other villains instead of him. You wanted to have a discussion, after all.

You pitied him, actually. And even if you had some thoughts that maybe he was dating you to have some informations, to know where you lived and such, you didn’t mind. You were friends with a lot of heroes, and all of those were enough to hurt him if it was needed.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise.

You're spilling like an overflowing sink.

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece.

And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink.

However, it had never been needed. He was such a sweetheart with you. Once, he told you that he made the League of Villains change its plans to attack some place you personally liked and where your parents lived close to, to attack another place instead. You just knew he loved you, and he couldn’t help it.

And never an evil plan could take 4 years. But, once you talked about the taboo subject. Not a wedding thing nor a family thing. ‘’What will happen if we bump into each other again, but this time we have to really fight ? Like your League makes plans to kill me ? What will you do ?’’ He sighed, saying he would try to convince them to kill someone else instead. He was a villain after all, he wouldn’t like to avoid the killing.

‘’But never I will leave the League. If I leave it, it’ll be because I want it, and not because of something that has to do with you, okay ? If I’ve decided to be enrolled within it, it’s for personal reasons, and it’ll be against those to leave it.’’ Well, every taboo subjects end with an argument, after all.

Everything is blue,

his pills, his hands, his jeans.

And now I'm covered in the colors,

pull apart at the seams.

And it's blue. And it's blue.

You both talked about it, without planning it to happen someday. You didn’t know how your life would be going on ; will you stay a hero and him a villain forever ? Will you actually settle and have a family ? Because 4 years of a relationship is quite long when you think about it. You were both young, after all.

However, you actually bumped into each other once more. And it was a huge fight. You couldn’t avoid each other. The League of Villains was attacking a huge mountain where some heroes had gathered -it was quite abandoned, so it was better for them not to be spotted on by the paparazzis.

You heard a lot of noises, you saw villains, even some you could tell the names of. But you went deeper in the forest with some other heroes, and all you could see was blue. Oh no. It couldn’t be anyone else ; blue flames. You wanted to tell your friends to go without you so you wouldn’t have to fight Dabi. But what if they killed him ? No, you needed to go.

Everything is grey,

his hair, his smoke, his dreams.

And now he's so devoid of color,

he don't know what it means.

And he's blue. And he's blue.

He was with Twice and Toga. Some random villains were with them, but they didn’t look important nor really dangerous. The other heroes could take care of them, so you ran away. Dabi followed you. He grabbed you by the arm when you were far away from the others. ‘’What are you doing here ?!’’ He said, furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’I told you I had a meeting ! -You could’ve told me it was in the middle of nowhere ! That’s where we like to attack ! Remember those kids from Yuei, the summer camp ?!’’

You pushed him. ‘’Of course ! You kidnapped a child !’’ He sighed, obviously mad. ‘’Yeah, I know, that was an argument we’ve had 3 years ago, let’s move on. You have to fucking hide !’’ You were about to answer, when you heard Tomura walk to the both of you. Dabi grabbed your throat to look threatening. ‘’Dabi. I recognize this one... (H/N). She’s a threat. End her.’’ The boy simply said, walking away as soon as he finished his answer. But Dabi could still feel his gaze ; of course the leader was going to watch if he did his job well.

Everything is blue.

He cupped your cheeks with one hand, hurting a bit. ‘’(Y/N), what the fuck are we going to do now ?!’’ Seeing some tears forming at the corner of your eyes, he sighed and calmed a bit. ‘’Okay, I’m going to intoxicate you with the smoke.’’ You were panicking, so he pressed your cheeks more, getting you closer to him. ‘’(Y/N), listen to me !’’ You sobbed, staring into his eyes.

‘’You know I love you, right ?’’ You nodded, the best you could. ‘’I can’t kiss you, I can’t hug you, Tomura’s watching. But I love you. I don’t want to hurt you.’’ His face was just inches away from yours.

‘’I have to act like I’m killing you. First, I’m going to burn you, then I’m going to throw you close to the flames. They’re not going to touch you, but it’ll be enough to intoxicate you and make you faint.’’ You nodded, listening to his plans.

Everything is blue.

Dabi released your cheeks to put his hand against your mouth instead. After that, he slid his other hand under your shirt -to still have some close contact with you, despise his boss watching- and started to burn you. ‘’I have to go fast, I’m so sorry.’’ It hurt so bad, being burnt. Of course he was kinky and you were used to be burnt a bit because of that, but never he had burnt you enough to hurt like hell and to leave a mark. And you were certain it wasn’t even half of the burns he had himself.

He kept muttering ; ‘’I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby.’’ Your face was horrible to look at. All those tears rolling down your eyes while you were staring at him. You thought you were going to die -you wanted him to be the last thing you’ll see.

Everything is blue.

After he was done with the burn, he pushed you towards the flames he had thrown in the forest. Already having trouble breathing due to your tears, it was complicated not to cough fast. However, you managed to talk to Dabi. Still sure you were about to die, you at least wanted him to talk to you. ‘’Dabi ! Dabi, I-‘’ he cut you off, though. ‘’Babe. You’re not going to die.’’ He just said, harshly.

He sounded angry, and was trying not to look at you too much so Tomura won’t see that something was going on. ‘’It’s going to be okay, right ? -Yes. I love you, okay ? -If you keep saying that, it’s not going to be okay !’’ He sighed, before obviously trying not to choke on his words -even though he wasn’t crying.

‘’I promise, everything will be alright. You’re going to faint, and Tomura isn’t going to check if you’re dead or not. We’ll leave you there, and when you’ll wake up, you’ll go back home and I’ll go check on you. Some of your friends will die today, but certainly not you.’’

Everything is blue.

Noticing how certain he was, you nodded and managed to stop crying. ‘’I love you too, so much. I’m sorry if you get troubles because of me...’’ This time, Dabi couldn’t hold back a chuckle. ‘’I’m a villain and I’m the one getting trouble because of you ?’’ You smiled, staring at him. His eyes were even more beautiful when his flames were reflecting within it. ‘’Now, now. Sleep well, my love. Enjoy the sight, blue is your favorite color, isn’t it ?’’ He smiled back.

Everything around you started to get blurry before you could see it turn into a sad smile, though. He then sighed, and started to walk away to find some other heroes. Tomura walked to you. ‘’You didn’t burn her enough, Dabi. -That was enough to make her die, though. She wasn’t that much of a threat like you said.’’ The boy couldn’t tell why Dabi was lying. But, he just grabbed your face. And with his quirk, you were really dead this time. Your face had been broken and decomposed by his boss.

Dabi didn’t watch and managed not to gasp when he noticed what was going on. But, he started to breathe heavily, killing 2 heroes in the process -maybe not to focus on it for the moment. He didn’t want to end this with a broken promise. He wasn’t crying. But he will be when he’ll stop by your house again. After all, you still needed someone to watch your cats... and blue was your favorite color.

i hope y’all cried

i wrote that in 30 minutes I’m really am a Dabi hoe like wtf? I’m just a main Dabi account at this point ig sjqkqk he’s kind of ooc but hey...

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader

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justoneday-namjoonii · 5 years

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Don’t Breathe | 2.5

»Genre: Hitman!au || Stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DON’T love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was told to get rid of everyone who witnessed the conversation between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month ago, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt. 2.5 - pt.3.0 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

A/n: ♥

Day 1

3:27 AM

It’s cold.

Even in the absence of your consciousness, you could feel you were in unfamiliar terrain. Your eyes fluttered open upon the chill that washed over you. You hesitantly sit up and promptly take in your surroundings. You move around a bit and quickly realize you aren’t on your soft bed anymore, there’s a blue mat under you and a blanket covering you loosely. Darkness somewhat skewed your sight, but you could comprehend that you were in a large, dark room with little light.

Where am I?

“Ah...” You hold your forehead when you feel a stabbing pain in the center of your forehead, something similar to a migraine.

Judging by the staircase across the room for from where you sat, it looked like a basement. You tried to stand, but you were brought back down by a harsh metal on your wrist – you were handcuffed to a pipe. You've been kidnapped. That’s the only explanation for your current predicament. Questions swarm in your mind, how did this happen? Who did this? And more importantly, why?

Though you try to remain calm, panic begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. You suddenly feel light-headed, chest tightening and heart pounding against your rib-cage. Tears threaten to leave your eyes but you wipe it away with your free hand. Keep yourself together Y/n, you don’t know for sure what’s happening so you shouldn’t jump to conclusions, right?

Footsteps.

You hear footsteps approaching the door at the top of the staircase and you subconsciously pull at your wrist. The door creaked and light trickled into onto you. There was a moment of silence before the individual began to make their way down the stairs. With every step, you felt your heart skip several beats and your breathing starts to increase at an alarming rate.

Just when you thought you could take seeing who your potential captor was, you were met with a chilling sight. A tall, dark figure made its way towards you with an ivory mask shielding his identity.

“W- Who are y- you?” You stutter, trying to stick to the wall behind you to keep as much distance of possible. Fear laced your words, “W-why am I here?...”

Whoever was behind that mask just stood there. Though his face was shielded, you could see his eyes, and they were piercing, glued on you. You swallow a lump in your throat, pulling against the cuffs and hoping it might get him to respond – it didn’t even faze him.

Instead, he got closer to you and that’s when you caught a glimpse of something in his hands. You prayed it wasn’t an object meant to harm you because you were in no position to fight him off, not with the cuffs keeping you at ground level. Why won’t he speak? Notwithstanding the fearful look on your face, he chose to sit in front of you. The proximity combined with complete silence made you very uneasy. He places something in front of you, a bottle?

“W- what is that?”

As if you hadn’t just asked him a question, the man stood to his feet and walked away.

“Hey! Why am I here!? Who are you!”

There was a pitiful strain on the edges of your voice, making you sound similar to a distressed doe. He ignored your cry’s as he made his way up the stairs and soon the door was slammed closed and you were left in the dark. Alone.

He sits at his computer, typing up an email to send to Choi. He did the job. The article won’t be published and you’re taken care of- Well, sort of. There’s no way anyone will be able to find you, he made sure there were no loose strings regarding his connection to you. Even if you were declared missing, it’s not likely anyone will know where to look for you. He knew your family lived in the countryside, so the chance of them tearing the city apart brick by brick to find you is slim. The police will have a hard time finding you too, they still haven’t been able to find the other targets he disposed of.

It’s extremely risky to keep a hostage, that’s what his colleagues say. Taehyung specializes in quick and clean jobs, rarely does he dabble in hostage holding, it’s just not his style. Originally, his plan wasn’t to hold you hostage but it just happened. The thought of killing you had left his mind the day he bumped into you that day—he thought, how could he take the life of someone who’d give to a stranger without hesitation? Kindness is hard to find when you do find it, why let it go? That was merely a wandering thought though, a figment of his daydreams per se.

This was his only option, he had to take you in order to keep you alive and now he has to figure out where to go from there. If he keeps you in the basement, the solitude might eventually get to you and he doesn’t know how you’ll react. You might try to escape, get violent, whatever it takes to regain your freedom. He’s seen cases where hostages turn to or against their captor, either seeking safety or revenge. It could get messy, if you push back even if that means hurting yourself for the sake of escape, he’ll be forced to take drastic measures.

Whatever it takes to keep you hidden.

Suzy arrived at the office, ready to send out your article but you were nowhere to be found. When she tried to call your cell, you didn’t pick up. She tried emailing you, even asking your colleagues if they’ve seen you. That article was scheduled to be published this morning, you were the one who wanted it that way.

Thinking you might’ve left your computer at your desk, she went and searched for it. It was nowhere to be found and neither was the physical copy. As a last result, she went to the writer's archive of the unfinished article she has access to as a supervisor.

Something was there, but it was deleted. Why would you delete it? You worked so hard on it, there’s no way you’d just throw it away.

That’s it, I’m going to her house.

“Take over while I step out, Aarav, I need to go check on something.”

And with that, she was in her car and following the GPS to the address on your employee mailing account. When she arrived at the quaint little apartment on Blue Blossom Rd she parked. But she noticed something, your car is parked outside—so you must be home. She made her way up the flight of stairs, feeling a bit relieved when she caught the sight of your apartment door. Maybe you just overslept, it happens to us all, she thought.

She knocked.

“Y/n? It’s Suzy,”

She didn’t hear a response; she knocked again.

“Y/n? It’s 7:30, your publication deadline is at 8. I saw your article was missing from your archive,” She cleared her throat, looking down at the doorknob in contemplation. “I was worried because-” She paused, an unsure expression on her face. “The door is unlocked...” She swallowed.

There’s only one way to find out if you’re in there so she proceeded to open the door, and she was met with a normal looking home, but with no one residing in it. “Y/n?” She ventured further into your home.

She peeked in what she presumed to be your bedroom, and your bed was made as if you never slept in it. Did she make it home last night? She was starting to get really worried now. Your keys were hanging up, your usual purse sat on a little recliner in your room, so that was evidence that you did make it home, but where are you now?

“Oh my God...”

She nearly had a heart attack when she saw what she saw. A necklace laid in the pathway to the door, but not just any necklace, you wouldn’t be caught dead without that necklace. It was a gift from your parents when you got your first job in the city, wherever you were, the necklace would be there too. She knelt down and held it in her hand, this is bad, very bad. You were one of the participants at the conference, you possess vital information that was about to go public and it’s not a coincidence that you go missing on the day of publication. This was planned by someone, premeditated, there’s no other reasonable explanation.

You were abducted by the same person responsible for all those missing people. Her only hope is that you’re still alive. She whipped out her cell phone, dialing a number in seconds before putting it to her ear.

911, what’s your emergency?

“I’d like to report a missing person.”

It’s sometime in the morning, probably around seven something since that’s when you naturally wake up.

It wasn’t a nightmare, nor was it a hallucination—you’re still on a cold basement floor, chained to a small pipe on the wall. How you managed to drift to sleep was a mystery to you, you were boiling with anger, fear, and just about any emotion, a person in your situation would feel. You hadn’t cried yet, you knew it would happen eventually, but you were in shock. You heard of things like this happening in movies or around the country in small towns, not once did you think you’d ever end up like this. You’re a kidnapee with not a soul aware of your abduction.

You stretched your legs a bit and your foot hit something when you looked to see what it was. It was a bowl of fruit and a now spilled glass of milk, the man must’ve brought it when you were asleep. He’s feeding you, you weren't sure if you were grateful or just creeped out. If he thought you were actually gonna consume anything he had to offer, he was sadly mistaken.

He stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth with sleepy eyes. Choi signed off on his assignment as complete sometime this morning, he’ll have to wait a few hours or days for the next job.

Last night, he went down to the basement and watched you while you slept. There were moments that he wanted to wake you up and maybe explain to you what was going on — that was just sympathy talking. Despite his bias towards you, you’re still a hostage and he has to keep that distance. His ideology on this is simple; if you stay here, you don’t die and he gets a little company in return.

It was around six when he brought the fruit and milk downstairs, assuming you ate, now would be a good time to get your dishes and see how you’re doing. Opting to keep his identity for a little longer, he grabbed the mask off of the desk and made his way to the basement door. He opened it slowly, taking his time when he finally decided to make his way down the stairs.

He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming—you shrink against the wall when you see the man at the end of the stairs.

For a moment, you two just stare at each other, dead silence and cold tension thick in the air. His eyes drift from you for a moment and land on the puddle of white liquid near you, and the bowl of fruit was untouched.

You couldn’t see it because of the mask, but his brows were furrowed.

“Was it an accident?...” He almost whispers that too low, but you heard him loud and clear.

You flinch when you finally hear him speak – his voice is so low and distinct, it actually catches you by surprise.

He’s suddenly kneeling down now, eyes looking eerily focused on you through the mask. When he repeats the question in a firmer tone, you nod sheepishly. He walks to the far side of the basement the area you tried not to look at, in fear your brain would start imagining things that weren’t there.

He brings a small towel and places it over the spill as if he were cleaning a mess made by a child, he said nothing to condemn you for it. What kind of kidnapper am I dealing with...

“Who-” You stutter and he doesn’t spare you a glance, “Who are you...w- why am I here?...” It was hard to sound confident in your speech when you so obviously have the lower hand, but still, you have to hold your ground. He doesn’t respond.

“Why won’t you answer me? I deserve to at least know why you brought me here.” You raise your voice a bit, pulling at the restraint on your wrist, balling your fist as tried to control your anger.

Only then does he stop tending to your accident, and he turns to you, you’re met with a porcelain mask. You wanted to rip that stupid mask off of his face. He grabs the bowl of fruit and places it in front of you.

“Eat.”

He stands to his feet and begins to walk away.

“Wait!” You cry, jerking forward as he grew farther,

“Please!-”

The door slammed shut and tears started to well up in your eyes. All you wanted to know was why, why? This man, this monster, he took you from your home in your sleep and put you in a basement, like an animal. How will anyone know where to look for you? Your family and friends wouldn’t have a clue. You don’t know how far you are away from home, you could be anywhere in the city – the country.

You looked at the bowl and your stomach growled at the sight of shiny red strawberries and blueberries. Some might find it foolish no to eat ― shoot, you’re starting to look foolish to your own self. An hour or so went by and your stomach was growling loudly—you were desperate. Hesitantly, you reached for the strawberry and bit it. It was sweeter than normal, almost addictingly sweet. You grabbed the bowl and start devouring it. By the time you were done, all that was left were strawberry stems. You laid back down, feeling cold and defeated, your life has dwindled down to its lowest point.

“Your client sent his thanks last night, it’s just a matter of time before the news cover dies down.”

Taehyung nods, eyes skimming over the file Choi had given to him just a few moments ago. It was a small job, nothing too difficult.

“So, how did you dispose of that stray target?”

Taehyung froze for a moment, Choi rarely cared about how the target was taken care of, as long as they were taken care of.

“I watched her for a while, just trying to find the right moment to act. I drugged her water.”

One side of your body is submerged in water, is this a nightmare?

You looked down and the entire basement floor was filling up with water, it was about 2 inches tall. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see if someone was behind this, but there was no one, you were completely alone. Your pajamas are nearly soaked in the cold water, making you shiver and curl up to yourself.

Fear shoots to your chest all of a sudden and you start to panic—what if he’s trying to drown me? Or leave me chained up in freezing cold water to make me suffer? You’re in flight or flight mode now. In order to free yourself, you start to violently pull at the cuffs, effectively hurting yourself in the process, but you had to keep trying. The pipe was unmoving, even with you attempting to pull it from the wall with your other hand. Your strength was stunted, of course. There was something in the fruit, there had to be, that’s the only explanation for the throbbing headache that you had all of a sudden.

You grit your teeth, crying out when the constant yanking only made it harder to withstand your condition. In your struggle, you curse the day your captor was born. “Help! Somebody, please! Help!” Tears prick at your eyes and your voice threatens to crack. All you can do is scream for help and hope someone will come.

“Help!”

It’s late, he’s been researching and there’s nothing he wants to do more than get to sleep. When he entered his home, it was peaceful and quiet, just like always. After sitting his bag at the foot of his bed, he made his way to the kitchen to find something to snack on. As he scavenged through the fridge, he had a weird feeling, something is off. He slowly closed the refrigerator door and that’s when it hit him, you’re downstairs. He’s left you down there for more than 12 hours, no food or water. That’s not what he meant to do.

In a panic, he throws on the mask and barges down the door and he hears your cries louder.

“Someone help me- Please! Please, please...”

His heart nearly stops when he sees you. You’re sitting in about 4 inches of water, knees pressed to your chest, and balling your eyes out. You didn’t even look up at him, you were ballistic. He treads through the water and immediately drops to his knees in order to release you from the cuffs.

You looked up to see your captor and that makes you go off even more. “Don’t! Don’t t-touch me!”

You thrashed about as he came nearer to you. He disregarded your pleas and used the key in his pocket to open up the door He was thinking that the water was caused by a busted pipe or something.

He finally got the cuff off of you and hooked his arms under your legs and back, and lifted you up. Your soaking form tight in his arms, he walks you upstairs and takes you to a bathroom. With tears dry on your cheeks, you try to restrain yourself from shaking but it was unavoidable. When you looked up at him, you were struck with fear and you stayed completely silent as he gently sits you on the cold tiled floor.

He’s moving swiftly to get towels for you and you can’t help but notice how well-off this man is. From what you can see, this home is well over half a mill. Your captor is rich, at least you know that much.

He presses your shoulder with a large towel suddenly, seeing that you were shivering because of your clothing. “I know your cold, here you go...”

You jerk away from his touch. “Don’t touch me.”

“I have a change of clothes I took from your home.” He grabbed them off of the counter and sat them on the floor beside you.

“I’ll be right back, wash yourself up, and put your dirty close in that bag.” He exits the room, leaving the door slightly cracked. It would be foolish not to take this opportunity to get cleaned up, so you took it. You slowly stood to your feet and you winced, your lower body was sore from being on the ground for so many hours. You showered quickly and when you finished, you dried off even quicker. While you were slipping on the clean clothes, you had the brilliant idea to try and escape.

You peeked out of the bathroom door to make sure the coast was clear, nows my chance. You bolted out of the bathroom, with no shoes, and ran to look for the front door or any exit at that matter. The only light in the house was provided by the hood light above the stove, it was pretty dark aside from that. Your blood was pumping, the pure adrenaline had to be the only thing keeping you focused on looking for an escape.

Despite the soreness in your ankles and legs, you were determined to get out of here. You tiptoed to what you thought to be a front door, your heart felt like it was going to burst if you didn’t run out there.

Just as you reach for the doorknob, arms fasten around you and you’re being pulled back into hell.

“Let go of me! Let go!” You started screaming and thrashing about violently as he carried you back. “Someone help me! Help pl-” His clamps over your mouth and that only makes you louder. You curse into his hand and try your hardest to break out of his grip.

“Relax.” He hissed in your ear. He continues to carry you off into what looks like a spare room. He practically has to throw you down just so you don’t get up quickly and try to run.

“You need to calm down.” He stares down at you, the godforsaken mask still ever so present. “I won’t hurt you...”

“You fucking kidnapped me- I don’t know who you are or what I did to possess you to drug me take me from my home.” You begin to rise to your feet and he realizes that if you’re standing, that makes it easy for you to try to make a run for it. “You’re a monster!”

“Sit down.” He instructs suddenly, not that you’re going to listen to him anyway, he just thought he’d see if you’d budge. Again, you attempt to run from him, but that’s when he tackles you down and forces your stomach first to the ground.

“L-let me go-” He's trying to turn you over to get the cuffs behind your back but you trying to hit him. Through gritted teeth, he repeats the same words, telling you to ‘calm down.’

You kick and punch but he dodges all of it. “No! Get away from me!”

“Shh...” He keeps his grip tight.

He’s trying to make you tired.

He’s draped over you like a straightjacket, you can’t move easily and he’s prepared to stay like this until you comply. Oddly, after a moment's time, you turn your head to see his masked face, staring down at you with no intent to set you free right now.

“Are you calm now?” You nod, not giving him direct eye-contact. “Alright.” He releases you and sits on his knees. “I’ll need to keep you chained up because you-” Your hand abruptly darts out and you rip that mask off of his face. He slams you against the ground, his instinct to fight back got the best of him for a moment, he realized that when your face begins to scrunch up in discomfort.

“Y- you?...” You’ve seen this man. “You’re the man from the train station...” Tears begin to threaten to leave your eyes the more you stare at him. “W- Why?... Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this!?”

“You don’t need to know that right now.” He skillfully turns you on your stomach and cuffs your wrists together. “If you continue to resist me, I’ll be forced to make sure you stay weak. You haven’t had carbs for at least 24 hours, you’ve had two sedatives and I’m sure your headache is still there, you’re in no position to fight. So, do us both a favor and relax.” He gently lifts your upper body to sit you propped against the wall.

“Are you hungry?” He stands to his feet, and when you neglect to respond he just sighs. “I’ll bring you some food and explain why you’re here.” He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

You wait for a moment, just until you don’t hear his footsteps, then you start to try and free your hands. The more you tried to loosen them, you realized that if you can squeeze your hand together tight enough, you can slip out of the confinements. You wince. “Ah-”

When the door suddenly opens, you stall your movements and do everything in your power to not look suspicious. As he enters the room, a bowl and your book bag in hands. Only now do you realize how surreal it is to be under the scrutiny of his gaze. He crouches down to sit not too far away from you, food, and water now in front of you. You watch as he pulls your computer and documents out of the bag.

“What-...” You were gonna finish that sentence but you decided not to.

He opened the laptop and started typing, how did he know your passcode?

He turns your computer around for you to see an empty document page.

“What is this?”

“Your article, I deleted it and destroyed the physical copy.”

“W-...Why would you do that? Why would you-”

“I was hired to make sure you didn’t get this information out to the public. My client didn’t want loose-lipped reporters exploiting him.”

“So you’re responsible for all of those missing people...Did you kill those innocent people?...” You felt a burn in your nose, hinting that angry tears might threaten to flow. “Did you!?”

He cuts his eyes to you, contemplating his answer. “My job is to get rid of the target and the evidence, by any means necessary. I was supposed to kill you, get rid of the evidence, and move on.”

“So why the hell am I here?”

“Well,” He takes a long pause, eyes drifting downward. “I didn’t want to kill you...I could’ve sold you to some out of country trafficker and you’d be off the map for good, but I decided not to.”

“Why?... So you could keep me here, for what? How long do you think you can keep me here without someone finding me? I have friends and family, they’ll be looking for me-”

“But there’s no connection between us, how will they know where to look for you?”

He’s right, where will they know to start? You don’t even know where you are, this could go a dozen ways. “What are you gonna do with me? Keep me chained up like an animal?”

He makes a thoughtful expression. “Well when you put it like that, it sounds awful.” He laughs before taking a more serious tone. “I’ll be honest with you, I became infatuated with you. I watched for so long just so I could get you at the right time, and when we bumped into each other at the train station and you gave me that little coupon...I don’t know, I’ve never interacted with a target before, I’m not supposed to. I thought, instead of killing you like my client requested, I’ll just keep you hidden from the world for as long as possible.” You wanted to vomit at what he was insinuating, you were absolutely disgusted.

“I’m not staying here. I will escape...And when I do, I’ll make sure you rot in prison for what you’re doing to me...” You hiss, venom laced in your threat.

He smirks, standing to his feet to gaze down at you.

“You say that now but when you’re here, for as long as I decide to leave you alone, and human interaction is near nonexistent, I’m sure your thoughts will be different, I think you’ll learn to like me eventually, that would make things easier on both of us.” He must be dreaming if he thinks you would ever like a man who would hold you hostage. He knelt down once more and to his surprise, when he scooped you up, you didn’t fight him. He placed you on the bed and turned you on your stomach and uncuffed you.

“I’m sure sleeping like that would be pretty uncomfortable,” You rubbed your wrists and scooted to the corner of the bed against the wall, “you can sleep here until I get the problem in the basement fixed. But I have a few rules for you,” He sat on the edge of the bed, cuffs still in his hands, “if you try to crawl out of that window tonight or at any time, you won’t eat for 3 days. If you try to pick the lock and escape at any time, no food for 3 days-”

“You’ll starve me if I try to do anything other than what you tell me, yes?” You quip.

“Would you rather me do something else? There are worse things to get you to learn your lesson.” By the timid look in your eye all of a sudden, he gathers that you have nothing else to say and stands up.

“Eat your food, I’ll come to check on you first thing in the morning.” He gets up. Instead of leaving, he leans in and rubs a finger on the underside of your jaw but you shy away. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

He decides to cup your jaw and press his lips to your cheek, something he’s secretly wanted to do for a while now—your skin is really as soft as it seems. He’s pleasantly surprised by the fact that you didn’t fight back, but you were like a deer in the headlights. You curled into yourself, a nervous look in your sleepy eyes. “Get some sleep...”

When he shuts that door, your heart plummets into your stomach at the thought of your life from now on.

What does he plan to do with you?

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In the chair beside you Harry watched as you copied down the weight and other measurements of your cub with a dictating quill, eventually catching your eye as he said, “Aunt Petunia keeps crying at your letters.”

“All I did was wish her a happy holiday and fill her in on what she’s missed so far. She still hasn’t written me back.”

Harry wet his lip and offered a piece of diced turkey to the cub, “She’s tried.”

“I guessed as much.” Looking him over you asked, “You and Dudley get along?”

His head tilted to the side, “They spoil him. He likes to be in charge.”

“No doubt he’ll grow out of it.” Harry looked up at you with raised brows and you giggled, “Hey, it’s all pain and insecurity. No doubt if he’s puffing himself up someone is knocking him down. It’s hard growing up, magic or no magic, people can suck and rain on your parade. He’ll see it when he’s older, then he has a choice.”

His brow twitched up again, “Choice?”

“To keep hurting others to keep himself from getting hurt or to do the hard thing and drop his guard and take the pain of letting others in.” He blinked up at you and you smiled at him, “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Giggles and snorting laughter filled the table as Charlie read out on his schedule, “Head boy. Why the bloody hell would I be named head boy? On top of everything already?!”

Percy grinned saying, “Perhaps you could use it as a chance to test your task management skills.” Making Charlie raise a brow at him only to catch his sarcastic smirk back before he glanced at you in your weak giggle.

Charlie glanced at you asking, “Et tu, Jaqi?”

You giggled back and nodded, “Perce has a point. You can do it. Besides, who else would they pick for top boy, Hensen Slickworth?” Making him narrow his eyes at you playfully, “Suck it up buttercup.”

Again on the train you were squeezed into a tight hug by Cedric, who grew a staggering five inches and beamed proudly about it as it proved he was set for another in the next summer as his dad had at his age. Giddily he shared about the last couple weeks of summer he wasn’t able to write about in his family trip to Paris for a professional quidditch match.

Wide eyed for your first ride up in the carriages beside George you watched the Thestral pulling it that kept glancing back at you feeling your eyes on it with Fred and Cedric behind you. Holding in your giggle you set the black cone hat on top of your head and turned your attention to the sorting hat in its odd song of the best of adventures coming through the hardest endings leaving you bewildered to what it could mean. Then when it was through you sat back listening to the sorting of the group of students a third smaller than yours.

At the table you eyed your new schedule trying to memorize where you would be heading off to after your breakfast.

DADA 8 am

History of magic 9

Herbology Mon, Wed, Fri 10

2 free

Lunch at 1

Break 2

Break 3

Potions 4

Charms 5

Transfigurations 6

Dinner 7:30

Curfew at 8

Astronomy Wed 12

In a glance over at Tonks down the table you asked, “Tonks?” Her eyes turned to you as her mouth was full of pie, “Who does your double DA course say as Professor?”

In a dig in her pocket she pulled it out and mumbled back with stuffed cheeks, “Dumbledore.”

Turning your head while the twins and Cedric looked at theirs checking the name you held your schedule up catching the headmaster’s eye and gaining a confirming nod when he noticed your nonverbal questioning tap against the time schedule. “Hmm.” You mumbled turning back to the table missing his plotting gaze scanning over the tables, “Wonder how that’ll go.”

Unicorn’s Folly tucked safely in an enchanted dome circle that would cover it in darkness set to the enchanted clock you charmed for it on your desk down in the chamber you settled into bed with your cub on a special pillow near your head it refused to sleep without. Sunrise came soon enough and groggily you made it out of bed to your alarm with the boys joining you to your shared bathroom. Each claiming one of the enclosed toilets before hurrying to wash your faces and brush your teeth and fix your hair into something a bit more tolerable before dressing.

In the odd packing job you had to do with your cub trying to insist on playtime you could only find one of your floral tops you pulled on over a black pair of mid thigh length shorts. Tall socks and boots later you pulled your Puff robe on over and shouldered your bag easing the egg into an outer pouch with your cub in one of your robe pockets.

Through the mingled chatter of breakfast you ate and planned to stop in on Tulip for your first early morning feeding after your two months of set up transports of prey into the chamber allowing her to continue hunting freely on a healthy supply of animals in your absence. After that you three raced up to join Cedric on the path to your first course with Dumbledore.

Through the double doors you all eyed the classroom without a single desk in sight as Dumbledore stood in the center of the room. Waving his hands he ushered you closer, “Come in, come in, file around. As you may not know some decades ago I was, in fact, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Since then as you know we’ve had a number of Professors, and from time to time when others are, reluctant or unable to assume the position I step in. Though, I have recently taken up an interesting take on teaching. I will instruct the first two lessons, since that point you will all be assigned a section to study up on and present to the class. Today our lesson will be on these,” at a wave of his hand a sheet flew off a cage packed with Cornish Pixies. At his instruction you set your bags down on the floor along the walls then filed around the cage.

By the end of class you were all given origami phoenixes that flew over to you with your assigned topics and dates you would be presenting them written across their tail feathers.

Cedric, “Trolls.”

Fred chuckled, “Vampires.”

George, “Full Body Bind Curse.”

They all looked at you as you sighed and stated, “Werewolves” before looking at the twins who joined you in wondering if he knew about Remus and that was why you had been chosen or if it was truly random. Either way you had a week to prep.

Next was History of Magic and Herbology after and again you slipped seamlessly into your schedules and usual work patterns in getting your assignments done early to grant you more time for your extra projects your cub kept making more difficult. Occasional glances of Charlie chasing his Diricawl could be found keeping you from his usual snatch and snog game with you.

But at your Wednesday morning breakfast you turned to hear Charlie recite, “Spoons, spoons, magnificent marvels wondrous, rare.” He turned the note in his fingers with an exhausted wide eyed gaze down at you as you shot him a wide grin splitting through your exhausted expression. “What the hell? Three in the morning?”

“If I’m going to be up so are you.”

“Seriously?! I was on my rounds as prefect and your owl comes out of nowhere-!”

“Well I have a set list of letters to keep her distracted. She’s been listless while my cub is settling into the new schedule and all these people around, even more so than usual. Besides, that plant keeps humming, I swear it’s even in my dreams, it was yodeling yesterday. I’m sure it was.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, “At least yours is still humming, I forgot to set an enchanted timer and mine started screeching, had to set a silencing charm around it, took a full day for it to stop.”

All day you managed through and again you struggled to get your cub to sleep while the guys were troubled with a run through on their own scheduled classes, so much so that a muffled mooing stirred you from your dream. Your late alarm snapped your eyes open and in a baggy sweater and shorts you leapt out of bed throwing your bag over your shoulder. In a flick of your fingers the still sleeping boys were turned into kittens while their bags floated behind you. Barefoot through the halls you raced until just as Professor Sinistra stepped forward to speak the hatch in the floor shot open and a trio of bags floated through followed by your awkward clamber through the hole while holding the kittens.

Flashing her a timid grin you stated, “Sorry, late alarm.” She nodded and watched as you shifted the boys back who sat up rubbing their eyes as you moved to their side while Charlie swapped with another boy to sit on the cushion by yours. It was good that he did so because near the last ten minutes you slumped onto his shoulder with your eyes shut stirring a smirk onto his lips and he made sure you made it down the ladder and back to your room safely before returning to Gryffindor tower.

One week blew by and with bright blue hair you stood in front of the class halting for a moment before reciting the paragraph you had memorized. Those same harsh words you had imagined time and time again stabbing into Remus’ heart at having to hear just what the world thought of people attacked by werewolves like he was as a child.

At the end of that paragraph you stopped then wet your lips breaking from the biased book definition, missing the grin spreading on Dumbledore’s face off to the side of the class. “For as long as we’ve known about werewolves they have been seen as evil vile creatures. But what people seem to forget is that past the initial few of their race there have been thousands attacked and savagely brutalized by these creatures spreading Lycanthropy.”

Students shifted uncomfortably in their seats except for a girl in the back from Ravenclaw and your roommates. “Thousands of innocent people are told that they are monsters and forced to hide from an illness they have no control over, told that they should all be hunted down and killed. They all deserve lives, friends, families, safety, things everyone else deems them unworthy of having. The vast majority of werewolves today are victims, innocent bystanders forced into this disease.”

After a pause you added, “For them there are little options past the Wolfsbane potion and locking themselves away once a month.”

At the side of the room Dumbledore asked, “And what would your solution be?”

Wetting your lips you dug into your pocket and drew out a pair of inconspicuous chain bracelets, “I’ve been working with Fred and George on a stronger version of the potion and a prototype for chains that would hold their transformation at bay.”

His brow inched up as the girl in the back scooted to the edge of her seat, “And just how would they work?”

You eased them onto your wrists and they coated the back of your hands with a layer of silver, “When placed on a person’s wrists with lycanthropy it releases a trigger dulling charm to enhance regular Wolfsbane potion users so their body doesn’t shift at all. Plus, if their transformation is triggered by missing a dose it will curl their fists keeping them from scratching anyone while one of the charms on the wrist unleashes a powerful hibernation charm.”

His head cocked and his lips parted through a grin, “Impressive.”

You nodded, “Also, for people without the gene can also use them to restrain those changing, of course they can protect your hands if you need to defend yourself while also being able to be tossed at one in a shift or attempting to render them incapacitated.”

Dumbledore, “Any side effects you are aware of?”

“Pain. In the onset of their shift, the enchanted silver burns them when it forces their change to stop, more than just on their skin. When out of the full moon week no pain at all, during it, constant tingling, the day of, just searing pain unless they take the stronger potion exactly on schedule.”

The girl in the back raised her hand, “What is the difference between the potions?”

Turning around you moved to the board claiming the chalk. You wrote out all the ingredients and steps for the original. Went into the usual unattainable prices for each ingredient leaving most to do without or go bankrupt in buying it, “The new one halts the shift completely, and is a fourth of the price-,”

Making her mouth drop open, “But they taste metal all day and under direct moonlight their bodies ache everywhere and they experience numbness in their feet and lower legs somehow. Though if they eat pineapple every morning the metal taste is tolerable and the aching lulls after five hours with the second dose. We are working on the side effects but past those the irritability paired with the week wanes over continued use.”

She wet her lips as Albus asked, “Would this potion be able to be shared with others who require it?”

You shrugged, “If any are willing to tolerate the symptoms until we can work on something stronger, sure. Since they are forced into hiding it’s not likely if advertised for sale in public would sell well, but we’ve placed a few ads since the second potion in a few anon group meetings for secret deliveries. Only had a few requests to try it so far.”

Dumbledore, “Secret deliveries?”

“When we get an order request and enchanted safe is sent to them, they slide the coins into the slot on it and it opens releasing their supply. They collect it and it zaps back to us, discrete and safe for them.” In a reach into your pocket you pulled out a set of cards you sent out to each of the students, “The summoning chant for the safe. I’ve ensured they’re posted in each dorm common room.” As if to memorize it the girl in the back stared at the card in her fingers she then slipped into her pocket as Dumbledore stepped up to your side to instruct on a few stunning spells and a charm rumored to shift a werewolf back to their regular form for the last ten minutes of the class as you took your seat again easing the bracelets back into your bag.

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First break at Eleven found you on your way to the library only to see that same girl from Ravenclaw that had asked you questions in your presentation nipping at her lip as she eyed you and the trio around you. The curious expression on her face stopping you in your tracks and bringing you over to the empty hall she was in.

After wetting your lips you flashed her a weak grin, “Hey, Nita, right?”

She nodded, “Nita Berdine.” Wetting her lips looking between the guys, “I had some questions, about the potions.”

You nodded and caught her looking around at the passing students before Cedric said, “RoR?”

You nodded your head as the twins said, “Follow us.” A winding path later she watched you pace summoning the doorway she timidly followed you through.

Behind you she asked, “This isn’t where your Basilisk is?”

You turned around with a giggle, “No. This is the Room of Requirement. Anyone can summon it, into anything they require. We use it for studying mostly. Professor McGonnagall said it was best to keep my Chamber private.” She nodded and closed the door behind her, “So, what questions did you have?”

Across the round couches you lounged leaving your bags on the table between you and she asked anxiously crossing her ankles, “You’re not a werewolf, are you?”

You shook your head, “No. But we know someone who was attacked by one if you were curious as to why we started to improve upon the original recipe.”

“How can it be so cheap?”

“Because it has a lot to do with snake venoms.”

Her eyes went wide, “Not Basilisk?!”

You shook your head with a giggle as Fred replied, “Whisptail Cobra.”

George, “Known to feast off werewolves.”

Both, “Deathly hard to catch, even worse to handle.”

You chuckled, “But of course, as a Parseltongue gathering their venom is far easier, even managed to get an egg for one for my collection. Only takes a drop or two for a months batch, attacks it in the blood. Something about the bat wing acting with the Gypsum root causing the numbness.”

George, “Still a work in progress.”

Fred, “Only found the snake last summer so it shouldn’t take long for us to perfect it.”

Cedric eyed her asking, “Were you attacked?”

She paused for a moment then shook her head, “No, but my Gramps was.” In relief she stated, “Mum has it the worst. My brother and I only have cravings for meat around the moon cycles.”

“I know it’s scary, trying something new, and yes we’re just three students, but we’re the only ones it seems to try and work on this glaring problem no one seems to talk or even care about.”

She wet her lips again, “Mum, Mum’s heard of a few groups. Most seem shady,” from her pocket she passed you the information, “maybe you could zap some of these cards there too.” You accepted the paper the boys leaned around you to read and she asked, “How well is the bracelet able to be, hidden?”

Fred, “We’ve got a bead one.”

George, “The charm bracelet ones seem to be the most effective though so far.”

When her questions had run out she gave you one last look over and you all smiled at her as Fred said, “We won’t tell anyone.” She wet her lips and you added, “If it helps I went to Azkaban rather than turn over my Basilisk to be killed and these guys knew where to find her. None of us are going to do anything to jeopardize your family’s safety.”

That eased her smile out and she nodded thanking you and promising to let you know what her mother and grandfather thought of trying the new potion and possibly the bracelets just in case. Another week passes by and the boys teach their classes.

Cedric on Trolls bewitched clumps of clay to demonstrate the charms and spells used to distract, confine and avert enraged trolls. Fred’s was a bit more laugh inducing at his Vampire set topic with his take on a few of the dated techniques before giving some of the newest his father had sent him a copy of straight from the Ministry Aurors were given along with a Hemoglobin potion to help sate their urge to feed on others and ease their weaknesses. But hands down George’s was the most interactive as with the Full Body Bind Curse you were split up into pairs to demonstrate the effects of the incantation with Dumbledore on the side ready to cushion your falls and to guide the students in the reversal spell.

Three weeks had bled by and your egg still sat cracked without any other sign of hatching just yet while your cub had grown over a foot already. The cumbersome cub still insisting on sitting on your lap in class stirred more than a few eyes in his wide eyed gaze watching your pen dart across the page and at each flip of the page in your book his spike coated paw would inch up to try and tap at the pages only to be gently nudged back down again. Lowly he would grumble and curl up in an angry ball with spikes bristling between stolen glances at you until you would draw out a crumpled ball of paper you would levitate under your desk for him to lay back and swat at. Already his curls nearly all gone thanks to your nightly brushings and bi weekly baths turning the curls into shimmering scales folding around your growing big footed cub always trotting after you or standing on your shoulder with his chest on top of your head with Opal hiding in your hair below his belly.

On the first crisp day of October you stood looking over the oddly shifting forest after the older students had left for Hogsmeade for the day, the twins and Cedric along with them to test your discovered hidden pathway. Though as your eyes narrowed at the forest waiting for what you had seen in your dream you spotted the same pair of foxes trotting through the snow stealing glances at you on their path away.

One, two, three, four, before you could get to five the same loud roar erupted from the Chimera dwelling wild on these grounds that Professor Kettleburn had been failing to discover the den of since its arrival five years ago. Gently you set down your satchel your cub and egg were resting inside beside you. Racing down the hill through the thick mud the week of rains had stirred you cut off the group of first years formerly trying to catch tiny insects for Professor Sprout’s aquatic plant lesson homework in their fleeing. Thundering hooves concluded their fiery path in a mud flinging skid halting it ten feet from you with smoke pluming from its mouth in its rage fueled panting.

Stepping forward you drew its attention from the first years you waved on to run drawing its eyes back to them until you shouted, “HEY!” Loudly it snarled at you in your forceful step forward urging it to turn to face you fully, your fist unclenched as your hair turned from green to bright blue at your nerves, “Right here. Look right here, at me.” Slowly your hands rose at the faint licks of flames flowing from between its open jaws like a lion’s. Again it roared at you in your next step forward as you said, “Show me what’s wrong. I know you can understand me.” Again it roared at your next step and you spotted the Professors already pouring out into the fields while Hagrid hurried from his hut remaining in its blind spot ready to assist you as you lowered to your knee.

Her head turned to peer at the Professors and you said, “Hey, right here.” Her fear and pain filled eyes locked on you again through another roar, “Tell me what’s wrong.” Steadily you focused your mental will on tapping out to hers making her snarl and hesitate on fleeing as her mind tapped yours then rushed away only to timidly come back and tap it again in time for you to say, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

All at once while Hagrid inched closer to you both the memory of a cone burrowing vine bush flooded into your mind in its attacking her while she drank from a stream in the forbidden forest. Wetting your lips you raised your dropped knee saying, “You’re hurt. I can help you.” Again you moved closer and she roared baring more of her teeth while the barbs on her dragon tail rippled in its rise above your head. In a move around her side you spotted the patch of blood as her roar broke and weakly her goat legs gave out leaving her on her stomach in the mud whining between failed attempts at growls in turning her head to watch your move around her side to kneel beside her.

Lowly Hagrid crept closer to you remaining a few feet away with hands exposed for her to watch him as he asked, “Jaqi. Kelpie?”

You shook your head, “cone burrowing vine bush.” With a motion of your fingers you mentally shifted her thick fur back careful not to touch her still bleeding wounds while the barbs spreading inside her continued to grow against her struggle to fight, clearly having been burned off the rest of the vine in its attempt to gain freedom.

Hagrid nodded, scanning his eyes over the ground before stating, “Lemons!” mumbling to himself he drew out his wand and tapped his bare palm only to summon a pineapple making him mumble and drop it, “Blast it all!” Wetting his lips then trying again with brows furrowed. This time successful and he inched closer floating them to you along with a jar he floated towards you, “I’ll summon some more.”

You sliced the lemons in half and caught her eye saying, “This will hurt.” Weakly she gave another weak wine and you wet your lips covering the ends of the barbs with the lemon halves, holding them in place while Hagrid moved in to help you coat the last set with the crowd of Professors looking on. Kettleburn inched closer with another jar in hand through her pained roar and burst of flames erupting from her mouth at the barbs shifting inside her to turn and burrow into the slices of lemon that turned a dark brown and were snuck inside the jars. Weakly your cub stood peeking out behind Snape’s legs giving a rumbling then shrill roar for you asking if you were safe urging the Professor to drop and cradle him in his arms to keep him from going closer.

All the halves and barbs were in the jars while you eyed the still bleeding wounds. Kettleburn eyed them saying, “We’ll need a powerful healing draught for these and fast poor thing.”

Inhaling deeply your eyes that flashed to a muddle of colors closed and you focused on an odd rush. All at once fire seemed to course under your skin in your rippling transformation. Open mouthed they all looked on at your seeming burst into white and blue flames that rippled over your skin covering with white and blue feathers. Gasping softly in the flapping on your wide wingspan in your phoenix form Minerva whispered in proud awe at the near impossible animagus form to master, “That’s my girl.”

Folding your wings your foot landed on her side holding her in place as your tear filled eyes blinked your enchanted tears to drop onto the wounds that healed through her pained roars at the powerful yet excruciating healing draught. Retracting your foot at the last tear steadily she stood and took a few steps to circle and lock eyes with you before racing off back to the forest out of reach of the other professors. Inhaling deeply again your eyes closed, and you missed to your bag at its turn as your egg with flame doubling in its roll towards you. Again your wings shifted and in your burst into flames to shift back again the egg lit up, rotating in the air. In your settling onto your knees again your eyes shot open at the shrill cheep sounding from the powder blue egg now coated with cracks that split open over your now raised palms.

Inside the dimming flames was a chick similar to a peacock with shimmering blue eyes, its body covered in fluff, white near its body shifting to blue and tipped in gold, a small tuft of blue sitting longer in top of its head in a dip to the side tipped in gold. Ruffling its feathers they shifted from gold to white and then back to their multicolored state. In the mud you sat down with him on your knee saying, “There you go Idris.” Waving your fingers to document his appearance and measurements onto the blank page the measuring tape in the spine of the book helped you obtain.

A cheep from him came with his tail feathers wiggling out to tilt up in his demand for your attention. Smirking at him you inched closer saying, “I bet you’re hungry.”

In a ruffle of his feathers that released a coating of flames coating him as you stood as Hagrid patted your back saying in the lift of the jar holding the used lemon slices, “I’ll get rid of these.”

Kettleburn grinned saying, “And see about sending out some fire crabs to eat those bushes.” Reaching out he flicked his wand removing the mud from your jeans and said, “You go tend to your Hoo-Hoo chick, I think your cub is about ready to nibble on Professor Snape.”

You giggled and neared the group as Minerva stated, “That was marvelous.” You giggled again accepting her partial hug while your cub in Snape’s arms urged him closer to you easing his hop onto your shoulders to lounge across them. With a grin Snape bent to pick up your bag he passed to you while saying, “I would imagine you would be among the first to have ever touched a Chimera as it was lucid. Impressive.”

Dumbledore chuckled turning to allow you to pass by, “No doubt she could tell there was nothing to fear. Racing here for aid knowing we would be able to assist.” Peering at Idris he stated, “Do not forget to copy down his first song if possible. Quite rare to capture them, and etching the notes into metal can form a protective seal I hear.”

You nodded, “Will do.”

Seated in the fire lit office in the Chamber you were finishing your measurements of your Unicorn’s Folly while collecting the next set of odd pustules in a vial when it turned an unrecorded burnt orange. Through the doorway Charlie charged, “A Chimera!”

Turning your head he crossed the room already with his hands on you in search of any injuries before his lips crashed into yours in a fiery kiss. Drawing back at the trio behind him his eyes turned to your plant giving out a near whale song, “What the-, why is it that color, and what is it singing? Mine is stuck on purple.”

“I can’t get mine to purple.”

He smirked at you stealing another peck on your lips, “I’ll tell you, if you tell me how to get to green.”

You let out a faked gasp, “Of course you want my coveted green.”

He chuckled and Cedric asked, “Ok, where’s the chick? I’ve only seen Hoo-Hoo’s in books.”

You giggled pointing to the nest along the wall above your cub’s hammock he was contently purring in for his second nap of the day before his lunch time feeding. Your visit was short lived as a notice from a set of judges had arrived to inspect your choices. The six judges each eyed your creatures and plants alongside your ledgers. All of which was impressive on their own at the doubling of sizes on all of them. For your plants samples of each item able to be sourced from the plant were examined thoroughly with your vial of orange pustules now hardening into Spessartite garnets. Leaning in they all asked, “Are those gemstones?”

They looked to you and you shrugged, “It just changed like that this morning for the first time.”

More impressively the group eyed your Idris only to have him keep apparating onto your shoulder under your hair until you held him in your palm for them. Unreadable expressions spread across the faces on the judges as they turned to leave. Rolling your eyes your hair pooled into your face at the crossed front legs from your cub laying on top of your head. Blindly with Opal’s aid as she borrowed the sight from one of your eyes she led you through the school back to your common room where you decided to write home briefly.

One letter to Neville on the status of your plant while asking for a recap on his followed by another to your father and uncle about the Chimera. The final one was to Remus asking if his potion you had made a few tweaks to was proving less irritating for him than the batch the one for the month before, each one steadily improving upon the last brightening his mood greatly.

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October held another drop in visit noting the doubling of your cub again and the odd fresh set of feathers seeming larger than Idris’ body often adding to his awkward waddle until he grew used to it. A late night study session left you with a clear view of the shooting stars reflected across the lake with you, your cub and Idris to watch the light show spurring on his first song. A twitch of your finger had the pen beside you copying down the notes to the heart warming song stirring a warm tear across your cheek at the overflowing feeling of hope flowing through you.

A few weeks blurred by and each night he formed a new song, each one more beautiful than the last always with him on your chest as if he was trying to lull you to sleep into peaceful dreams while your cub slept in the ever growing hammock above your head softly purring in his sleep.

The end of November brought on an urgent letter from home and allowed by Dumbledore after your week of early exams at the news sent on ahead by Sirius at Alice’s nearing her due date. You were allowed to travel with K, taken straight to the midwife station you were shown into the waiting room where your family was in various stages of lounging across the irritatingly stiff chairs. Two hours and a visit from your over eager owl you sent back to Hogwarts with a letter for Charlie to startle him on his rounds again.

Eventually a cry sounded and in his startled jolt awake Regulus fell from the chair he was in and jumped to his feet while Neville stirred from his place sprawled across your chest onto his feet in front of you. A few minutes passed and finally you were shown in with Neville at his refusal to let go of your hand, his timid grin spreading at the yellow blanket wrapped infant with dark brown hair. An awkward grin spread on Alice’s face while saying, “Neville, come meet your baby sister.”

At the shifting of your hands you helped him onto the bed beside her on his knees to peer at her when he let go of you a giggle left you and you moved to the end of the bed waving your fingers to summon the camera from your home. Raising it higher you said, “Big smile.” Their eyes landed on you and with Neville shifting to settle between Frank and Alice they grinned as she propped up the bundle and you snapped the picture you made copies of and passed out between them and pocketed one for yourself then sat on the end of the bed watching as Neville bit his lip in his first time holding her. Alice grinned settling beside him smiling at the both of them through your snapping another picture as she said, “Neville, what do you think of Nellie?”

A grin eased onto his face nodding, “I like it. We can match.” Making them chuckle and nod wrapping closer around their children, both starting to feel the bond settling in even deeper. By noon she was taken home and Neville was taken back with Regulus so he could finish his final weeks of schooling as you finished yours.

Pt 10

#Harry Potter #oc x charlie weasley #Hogwarts #LIFE IN HOGWARTS #Neville Longbottom #Frank and Alice Longbottom #Head Boy #HP Crossover

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Of smoke and cherry blossoms

Hello from Kyushu!

I might have arrived in Fukuoka last night, but I wasted no time getting as far away as possible today whilst still on Kyushu, oops. (In my defense, I visited Fukuoka in 2015 already and did my explorations of the city itself back then.) Today I went to Kagoshima, the city almost furthest south on Kyushu.

I had to get up early, because I'd reserved a ticket for my favourite transportation mode: the shinkansen or bullet train. For the record, these trains are not cheap, but I can travel with them as much as I want with my JR pass, so I sure am gonna! My train today (the sakura shinkansen: very aptly named, you'll see soon) took me down to Kagoshima Chuo station in an hour and a half, with leg space for days, and ahhh, this is a luxury I get used to too quickly, haha.

At the station, I picked up the Cute pass that gives me unlimited rides on buses, trams and ferries here (and no, I still don't know where that name came from either, but I'm betting it's a bad pun). Just as well, because I took a bus to the ferry terminal as soon as I could, haha. You see, the symbol of Kagoshima is called Sakurajima, which translates to "cherry blossom island". It is also a volcano, and a very active one at that. That volcano in the Dutch news not too long ago? Yeah, Sakurajima. It erupts so often that it didn't even register on the Japanese news. But visiting the island is relatively safe - you're just not allowed up the actual volcano, and they're constantly monitoring the mountain just in case.

Onto the ferry I went! I was lucky, because I was only just in time for the Yorimichi cruise, which only departs once a day and takes 50 minutes cruising the bay, giving you extra views on the island from almost all angles. (The normal ferries operate around the clock and take just 15 minutes.) So that was a lovely entry on the island!

After arrival, I checked my maps. I could take a bus up, but I decided to first check out the surroundings. There was a shrine a literal stone's throw away, Tsukiyomi shrine, which was placed here fairly recently. Back in the Taisho era, in 1914, there was a huge eruption that buried a good amount of buildings, including the original shrine. It was reconstructed again in its current place in 1940 and has the volcano for a backdrop if you look at it straight on. The shrine is dedicated to Konohana-sakuya-hime, or princess Sakuya for short, a symbol of delicate life and also deity of mount Fuji and all volcanoes. The cherry blossom (sakura) also represents the fleetingness of life, by the way, so that's one theory for where the name of the island came from, although it appears the shrine came later than the name.

After a quick prayer here (seemed like a smart move to appease the nature deities), I walked on, finding it a lot hotter than I had expected this morning, so I took a break with some ice cream and the last of my bread sticks.

Moving on, I found a much better resting spot: the Yogan Nagisa park footbath! It's a 100 meter long footbath (The longest in Japan) and filled with natural hot spring water, pleasantly lukewarm to my weary feet. I soaked them here for a while, enjoying the view of the bay on one side and the volcano on the other under blue skies, because the weather continues to be gorgeous (for now, anyway).

Very nearby is the visitor centre, which is a small museum like building offering information about volcanoes and Sakurajima in particular. This was very informative, nicely done with a lot of miniatures and photos, and a lot of English translations, which was good, because I'm tired and my brain doesn't really compute the Japanese characters very well today, oops. I spent quite some time here and walked out with my very own piece of volcanic rock from the store.

There's actually a sight seeing bus going around on Sakurajima, starting at the ferry terminal and also hitting the visitor centre, so I waited for a few minutes and caught the next one.

The buses used to stop at every viewpoint for a couple of minutes, but they stopped doing that very recently, as it was only announced on leaflets in the bus itself and nowhere online. It didn't really matter, because I only wanted to visit one viewpoint anyway: Yunohira observatory, at 373 metres above sea level the highest viewpoint accessible. The view on Sakurajima was gorgeous, you could really see the details on the mountain from here as the weather was so clear.

I was so busy looking that i missed the bus, but the viewpoint also has a shop and little cafe, so I got some ice coffee and settled in for a while until the next bus arrived half an hour later.

Back at the terminal, the next ferry was scheduled for 15 minutes later, so I was back on kagoshima port within half an hour. It was around 4 pm then, so I thought I'd explore Kagoshima itself too for a bit.

My actual goal was Shiroyama observatory, but shiro here means castle, so I first wanted to check out what little remained of the castle of Kagoshima, or Tsurumaru Castle, which wasn't much to begin with. There was never any amazing main tower or anything in order not to offend the shogun, as the castle was built when there was a lot of tension between the new shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu and the Shimazu clan. The former had defeated the latter in the decisive battle of Sekigahara in 1600, after which Japan was unified and entered a long period of relative peace under the Tokugawa shogunate.

Regardless, the domain ruled from the castle, Satsuma, remained one of the strongest, and you might recognize the name from my Okinawa reports. Satsuma was that domain that annexed the Ryukyu islands back in the 17th century.

Oops, an impromptu history lesson. I just love castles, what can i say, haha.

As it turns out, they're rebuilding a gate here, so half the area was inaccessible, but I found some plates pointing to the remains of a watch tower anyway. On the actual former castle site, they'd now built a museum. There was also a pottery shop with cafe that was open for a bit longer, so i settled down here for a drink and toast with red bean paste, yum!

In retrospect, that should've been the point I turned back, but I wanted to check out the nearby viewpoint anyway. Uhhmm. So Google seemed to assume I could fly, since it claimed I was almost there at the bottom of a cliff, while nearby markers told me it was 1100 metres still. It was slowly getting dark, and you know what? I already saw the view I'd come for, time to go back to the station.

Now, the cute pass doesn't cover all buses, but it does cover all trams, and I remembered I'd crossed some tram rails on my way here, so i traced my own footsteps back to those and found the nearest team stop, which led to Kagoshima Chuo station too. On my way there, I saw a huge plume of smoke coming out of the volcano in the distance, after 2 much smaller puffs earlier today. Told you it was super active!

At the station I got a bento box for the train ride, as the next shinkansen was departing at 6:30 aka dinner time. I'd underestimated how much the train actually moves though. I should've looked into those motion sickness pills from Tokashiki... oh well. Between the box and the toast, I'd basically split my dinner already, haha.

I typed out most of my report on the train to save some time at the hotel, because I have another day trip planned for tomorrow. Although no shinkansen reservation, so I won't have to worry about missing my train and thus my reserved spot.

Time to prep and then off to bed! Wow, I'm tired, haha. Should've tried sleeping in the train. Maybe tomorrow, see you then!

#japan 2019 #report: japan 2019 #places: kagoshima #report

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theloveofanime2017 · 5 years

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Field Trip

Today’s Prompt: Field Trip

Pairing: Damian and Maps

Word Count: 2391

A/N Another chapter up for Ultimate Power Couple Collection!!! Enjoy (A/N at the end)

Damian stared outside the window biting back a growl as his classmates sing to Pretty Girl beside him. He was on the verge of just jumping out the window.

"I can swear, I can joke, I say what's on my mind.." started Maps dramatically swaying her hips.

"If I drink, if I smoke, I keep up with the guys. And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world..." Next was, Olive singing, actually holding up her middle finger.

"Fuck your ribbons and your pearls 'Cause I'm not just a pretty girl'..." Then there was Colton in their little trio and was terribly off key too, everyone dancing and laughing like a bunch of 3rd grade children at an amusement park.

At the next stop he was definitely getting off this ridiculous bus.

Heading home and demanding that he be transferred out of this prison they call a school. He dodged Maps elbow to the face scooting as far away from her as possible. He sighed he'll have to endure this for another 2 hours.

The sound of Maps laughter filled his ears as she was talking to Olive about something, she was smiling so brightly. Well of course she was as she put it, "Field trips are basically an open invitation to explore for mysteries during school hours, how much better can it get?"

Damian didn't have the same attitude, obviously. They all just came from the Museum of Art, to do some sight seeing downtown Gotham, just to end things at the camp site. Yes, a camping trip.

"What's with the pout there Mr. Grumpy Pants?" Maps poked his cheek teasing him a little, he swatted her hand aimlessly. "Don't call me that."

Maps shrugged and sat back down next to the said boy. "I would be a little concern with the way your acting but I tend to forget your not a normal boy." She giggled and patted his hair. He glared out the window. He made no such move to stop her due to finally seeing the camp site.

"Finally we're here." Shouted Maps almost jumping out of her seat. She pressed her face to the window squishing Damian in-between the two. "Maps I swear on everything I own if you don't stop acting like a child I'll skin you alive."

She scoffed at him, "You would have done it a long time ago if that was true." He growled shoving her off of him.

"Alright kids I want you to grab your partners sitting next to you and your belongings and stand in an orderly line." Damian toned the woman out grabbing his duffel bag from under their seat before checking his phone, no signal, figures. Shoving his phone back in his bag he followed everyone off the bus to the open wilderness.

"Wow it feels great out here." Said Olive standing next to Kyle. "Yeah, plants and animals so great." He cringing at the sight of a misquote flying by. "Hey at lest we're not doing school work I'd take this any day." Colton took in a gulp of air before releasing it.

"I'm shocked you were even eligible to join since you were suspended last week." Said Olive skeptical, "Hey! I've got my ways." He said.

"Hey guys look! there 's the cabins." Pointed Maps, as she began jogging towards the teacher to ask a few questions about the sleeping arrangements and the freedom to explore the woods. Colton shuffled over to Damian secretly.

"Hey! Wayne boy, now's your chance to make your move." Damian gave him a harsh look .

"What are you going on about, Rivera?" Colton sighed fixating his sunglasses.

"I mean making your move on Maps idiot, what else?" Damian's face burned with embarrassment. He started making his attempt to escape this conversation. Until Colton draped his arm around his shoulder preventing him from escaping.

"Come on man, we all know you guys have feeling for each other why else would you have came on this trip, huh?"

"Against my will."

"Or maybe, your trying to impress a certain mysteries loving girl we all know and love." He winked at him all Damian could do was roll his eyes.

"Far from it actually."

"Oh, really so if I had made a move on her you wouldn't care?"

"Not in the slightest." Colton shrugged with a smirk plastered on his face, "Suit yourself man." He gave him a hard pat on his back but Damian was unmoved by it. He knew what his game was and he will not participate in his absurd act. Those thoughts were immediately cast to the wind as he saw Colton wrap his arm around Maps' waist. Damian scowled hard, getting dangerously close to reaching for his favorite katana in his duffel bag.

Colton looked back proud at Damian's death glare and Maps' confused face. "This is gonna be great." Later that day everyone got situated in their cabins and gathered sticks and leaves for their camp fire.

"I cant wait! were going to roast marshmallows and tell ghost stories sadly I couldn't convince Mrs. Marshall to let us go exploring on our own but maybe if we get lucky, she'll change her mind." Maps happily said filling up her pile of twigs.

"Yeah right that old crow won't even let us stay up past 9, what makes you think she'll let us go off exploring." Said Olive.

"That hasn't stopped us before." Maps winked at her friends before she could collect more twigs she noticed a certain boy in the background leaning against a thick tree. He seemed uninterested as usual but he looked distressed. She was about to make her way over to him until someone grabbed her wrist.

"Colton?! what's up bud?"

"Hey Maps old chum I need your help I have this bad ache in my neck can you, help me out?" She smiled "Of course." She keeled down and began massaging Colton's neck and back.

"Oh that's the spot thanks man, I really owe you." Maps was about to replied back with a 'no problem that's what friends are for' until she felt a chill go down her spine it felt like someone was giving her a cold glare to the back of her head. A low growl made its self known to the group.

"Did you guys hear that?" Stated Kyle as he backed up protectively towards Olive.

"It sounded like an animal, we should head back to the camp with everyone else."

"Oh, Olive our voice of reason, I don't think we have anything to worry about." Said Colton as he stood up to help Maps up as well. "And whys that?" Asked Maps.

"Well..." He looked over to the murderous boy smirking. This is way too easy, its not even a challenge anymore.

"Children its time to head back now." Shouted Mrs. Marshall, Maps groaned in protest.

As they made their way back to the camping grounds. Damian followed behind sullenly he was in no mode to participate in their juvenile activities, he honestly wish wasn't even here to begin with.

But deep down he knew why he was here.

He sighed stopping in his tracks making no effort in following the group back any further. He needed to get his mind off of things and think about what Rivera had said about him having feelings for... Maps.

"Why am I even wasting my time, its not like its true...?"

At The Camp

"Hey guys I've got the smores ready." Shouted Maps as she plopped down on the log placing her melted marshmallow in her mouth enjoying the feel of it on her tongue. "Mmm so good."

"Right, I haven't had these in a while." Said Kyle

"Mrs.Marshall said we'll be exploring tomorrow morning, but as a class. It won't be as exciting, but it'll still be fun to get out there and explore." Said Maps as she started roasting her second marshmallow.

"Yeah, too bad the Wayne boy is missing out on all the fun." Said Colton stuffing his face, that had caught Maps attention. Where is Damian?

He was right behind them, Maps looked around hoping to spot him just skulking on the sideline but he was nowhere in sight. Did he go exploring off without her?

"Hey guys you won't mind if I got look for Dami right?" Kyle looked at her crazy before saying.

"Are you crazy absolutely no-" Colton covered Kyle's mouth and smiled.

"Sure no problem Maps if Mrs. Marshall suspects anything well just say you two went off to collect more twigs okay." Maps nodded and made her way back to the woods. Removing his hand Kyle glared at Colton, he just shrugged and went back to eating his smore.

"I don't know what you have plan but she better come back in one piece." He threatened, Colton looked offended. "As if I'd let Maps jump into something that was crazy, but you should know your sister by now my friend. " Said Colton smirking.

"Even if you told her no, she'd probable would have still gone." Kyle glared at him harder. "Don't worry so much she's a tough girl she can handle herself."

Kyle sighed "I suppose so." Kyle stared off to the direction Maps went in.

He had a bad feeling about this but he didn't know why?

To The Woods

"Damian where are you?" Maps shouted through her cuffed hands.

She has been walking for about 30 minutes and still no sign of him she was beginning to think he may have gotten lost or maybe called up his privet jet and flew away or something. Just then in the distance Maps saw someone stand behind a tree not far off from her. It must be Damian, as she was about to shout out his name again until she felt a soft tap on her shoulder.

"You have a knack for wondering off on your own don't you." Maps jumped three feet high covering her mouth from screaming her lungs off. She turned around to stare at the dark hair boy astonished by his calm nonchalant face she'd punch him if she wasn't just half scared to death.

Where did he even come from? wasn't he...?

"Damian? what the heck." She caught her breath as he made his way closer to her crushing a few twigs in his wake. He reached for her hand gripping it tightly, staring intently into her eyes. She was a little caught off guard from how much emotion was evident in his eyes.

"Damian why'd you go off on your own like that your kind of acting weird." His expression changed into something she was more familiar with, he was glaring at her. "Why do you think huh? I never wanted to come on this ridiculous trip to begin with and now I have to participate in this until Friday." His grip got tighter she was starting to feel her hand go numb.

"Damian I-" she was cut off by him shoving her against the tree she gave out a yelp as he did so she couldn't read his expression anymore it held something else something darker.

"But of course you wouldn't understand, nobody does." His eyes softened, avoiding eye contact.

"No... this isn't how I want to do this...I'm sorry Maps." Damian gently let go of her hand backing up to give her enough space to leave if she wanted. He looked so broken.

"What's wrong Damian? What do you mean by understand?" He didn't say anything just stood there staring at the ground. He hadn't really planned anything he just wanted to come clean about his feelings not only to her but also to himself too. This was so frustrating.

"Look I'm going to be straightforward with you, I have a confession to make." Maps nodded letting him continue to talk. He sighed again.

"I-" suddenly there was a heavy step making them both froze in their spot. Was someone there? Maps heart began to beat loud, the steps grew closer, the sound of heavy boots etched its self in her brain telling her to run, hide, before its too late.

"Dami maybe we should-" Without finishing her sentence Damian quickly grabbed her hand and ran. Catching Maps off guard as she stumbled trying to catch her balance, but failing miserably. She tripped and fell flat on her face letting go of Damian's hand.

"Maps!" Damian knelt down to help her up he stopped when he heard the footsteps pace quicken towards them. He could just easily confront the scum bag chasing them but he didn't want Maps to get involved. He picked her up with ease. He looked into her eyes and said.

"You need to run back to the came and inform the teacher of my whereabouts things might get ugly so, I need you to run." Maps looked at him crazy of course something she picked up from her brother no doubt. "No, I'm not leaving you behind." His face softened as he gripped her shoulders for support.

"Thank You but trust me I can handle this now go." He shoved her aside getting into fighting position ready to take on what comes at him, Maps was torn between staying to help him fight or-

"Mmm!" Maps made a struggling sound as someone grabbed her from behind covering her mouth with a rag, she began to feel sleepy. Closing her eyes she fell helplessly limp in the man's grip.

"Maps leave now before you-" He turned around to see a tall dark man holding Maps captive. His blood boiled and a low animalistic growl made its way out of Damian's mouth he griped his fist and was about to strike, as he gave off a war cry he felt a heavy object connect with his head falling to the ground. He was attacked from behind.

"What's wrong with you? don't let your guard down so easily we could have gotten in trouble." Damian heard the sound of a women talking, he tried to look at her but he could barley move, although he saw that she wore a pigs mask. There was only one man in Gotham who's whole persona reminisce that of a pig.

"PYG!" Damian whispered before succumbing into the darkness.

To be continued.

Bye.

#Damian Wayne #Maps Mizgouchi #gotham academy #olive silverlock #colton rivera #kyle mizgouchi #fanfiction #my work #damimaps #damian and maps #part 1 #otp #professor pyg #batman

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Cloudy With A Chance

Chapter 30 Part III: …of daybreak.

Masterlist

Soundtrack for this chapter: Stand By Me

After driving home, he realises that the BMW isn’t as clean as it probably should be. It’s not that he’s careless or ever lets her get too dirty, it’s just well, if Hanbin’s mom is going to see it then it should be as clean as possible. He doesn’t want to embarrass Hanbin by looking like some kind of scrub. He wants to be someone Hanbin is proud of.

And that’s really how he finds himself crouched inside the Beast with his sleeves rolled past his elbows and their entire box of cleaning supplies. Maybe he’s not the neatest guy, Hanbin calls him the messiest person he’s ever met, but if there’s one thing that can never be too clean, it’s your car. People who think otherwise don’t deserve nice cars. People like June.

It’s not until he’s run out of Febreeze and vacuumed the backseat within an inch of its life that he calls it a night. He stays awake long enough to take a quick hot shower then sinks into their cold, empty bed at 2:30 in the morning. Sleep is easy. Every muscle aches and he only realises there’s tension in his shoulders, probably from the hours of sitting upright at the hospital, when he can finally relax and drift off.

But the rest is short.

Too short.

Too abruptly interrupted by his phone.

It takes him a few seconds before the panic sinks in and he realises that the annoying sound isn’t the alarm he set, it’s actually someone calling.

“Hello?” He says, voice still rusty and uneven from waking up so suddenly.

“Jiwon?”

It’s Hanbin but there’s something strained and harried in his voice that isn’t reassuring at all. It makes all the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and out of nowhere, a flood of adrenaline surges through his veins and makes his heart race so erratically that he can hear it in his ears.

Well. He’s wide awake now.

“Hey yeah, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks hurriedly, already sitting and looking for a t-shirt to throw on. He catches sight of their alarm clock then:

05:32.

Something’s wrong. He can feel it. He’s not meant to drive them to the hospital for another 2 hours.

“They just rang me. The hospital. It’s dad. Something’s wrong. They tried to wake him up and I don’t know what they said, something about him not responding how they thought he would and I don’t know what the hell they even meant.” Hanbin says in one twitchy breath, the anxiety so strong that he can feel it through the phone. “Something about a stroke and if I wanted him to have emergency treatment so of course I told them to do everything they could. They said it was small but what the hell does that mean? Small? A stroke is a stroke isn’t it?!”

He rubs the remainder of sleep from his eyes before throwing the blankets off and rushing to the bathroom.

“I’m coming over. It’ll take me about 15 minutes though, that okay?”

“Okay.” Hanbin replies, voice still shaky but now so small and quiet. He’s more scared of that anything else. “We’ll be ready to go.”

“Gonna hang up now. Okay?” He says, trying to get toothpaste on his toothbrush with one hand.

“Okay.” Hanbin echoes, making no move to hang up at all.

“I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.”

He hates hanging up first but there’s no time to think about that right now. He doesn’t have time for anything, just cold splashes of water on his face and the sweet mint of toothpaste. He had planned on wearing something more respectable for their second hospital visit but there’s no time to iron the shirt he picked out the night before either. Jeans and t-shirt it’ll have to be, he thinks as he throws Hanbin’s soft gray cardigan over the top, grabs his keys and book, and runs out the door.

He speeds through a few red lights but fuck it, it’s 5:45 in the morning on New Years Day. There’s hardly anybody out on the streets. The World won’t be waking up for another couple of hours. He doesn’t really have any thoughts in his head because the worry and uncertainty drowns everything out anyway.

The gates to Hanbin’s parents house are already open and as he pulls up, the small figure sitting on one of the planter boxes, dressed entirely in navy blue, looks up. He hates seeing Hanbin hurt, every time there’s a downward spiral into misery like this it just pulls at his heart violently, so hard that he thinks something actually moves inside.

He’s barely stepped out the car when Hanbin just walks towards him and wordlessly buries himself into his chest.

“Hey.” He murmurs, not knowing what else to say as he holds the smaller shoulders against him and lets his hand smooth through soft hair.

Hanbin stays silent but he can feel arms winding even more tightly around his body. The sun isn’t fully out yet but it’s not exactly dark either. He thinks of how visible they are when he sees Hanbin’s mom coming out the house and locking the door behind her. He can’t decide if he cares that she sees them like this or not but either way, Hanbin resists as he tries to put some space between them.

“Come on, get in the car okay? Your mom’s coming out.”

Hanbin frowns, sighs, drags his feet but does what he’s asked.

His nerves veer even closer to the edge as Hanbin’s mom walks towards them. She looks like she barely slept but it takes nothing away from her quiet commanding presence. He straightens himself up as much as he can, tugging at the sleeves of the cardigan again, in case any tattoos were still visible. He knows his hair is all over the place but they’ll all just have to make their peace with that one.

“Jiwon.”

He bows twice. “Morning, Mrs Kim. Sorry I took so long to get here.”

“It wasn’t long.” She shakes her head. “Thank you for coming so early.”

The drive is quiet and short. If he ignored the speed limits and a few more red and yellow lights than is legally acceptable, nobody says anything. Hanbin is distracted and tense. There’s no fidgeting with his sweater or flicking at the stereo buttons. There’s nothing but tense shoulders and a set jaw. There are alarms going off in his head because the last time he saw this version of Hanbin was just before they broke up.

When they get to the hospital and settle into a parking spot near the entrance, the uncertainty washes over him again. He hesitates with his seatbelt for a few seconds longer than expected and Hanbin notices right away, giving him a look of disappointment and betrayal.

“You’re coming in right?”

“I…I don’t-” He stammers, looking for the right thing to say and coming up with nothing. A voice behind them interrupts.

“It’s early Hanbin, it’ll be a long day. It’s not fair to-”

“Like any of this is fair!” Hanbin spits out bitterly before snapping his seatbelt off and climbing out the car with a huff. He lets out a quiet sigh and at the same time, he hears one echoed back.

“I don’t want to….intrude on your family.” He says, looking in the rearview mirror, completely unsure if Hanbin’s mom will take it the wrong way or not. “I know you hardly know me. I can wait out here or I could go and come back later to pick you up if that’s better.”

“Better for whom?” Hanbin’s mom asks. They both look out the window to see Hanbin leaning against the car with a scowl on his face and both arms firmly crossed in front of his chest, both angry and protective at the same time. “I don’t think he’ll let you leave. Stay if you like. He might feel better if you’re nearby.”

It’s not exactly approval but she didn’t tell him to go either.

Hanbin still doesn’t say much when they both get out the car and join him in walking towards the front entrance of the hospital. They don’t talk, don’t touch, don’t do anything until there’s only a few more meters to go. It’s then that Hanbin’s footsteps falter and slows down so abruptly that he walks right into him.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, hand discretely against the small of Hanbin’s back.

“Stop asking me if I’m okay! It’s so annoying.” Hanbin scowls, eyes twitchy and nerves all over the place again.

He wishes he was grown and mature enough to deal with the way Hanbin’s words cut right into him, especially in front of a woman who he’s been trying to impress. How is he ever going to show her how serious their relationship is if Hanbin keeps snapping at him?

“Sorry, I won’t ask anymore.” He says carefully, removing his hand from Hanbin’s body because he knows that there are times when his touch does more harm than good. “Do you still want me to come with you? I can wait out here.”

Hanbin turns to him with cold dead eyes and says in a detached voice, “If you don’t want to come then don’t.”

He sighs inwardly, tired from more than just the sleep deprivation. “It’s not that. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“When do I ever get what I want anyway?” Hanbin replies bitterly before turning to walk ahead by himself, not even waiting for his mom, not even looking back.

It’s just the situation. It’s just because he’s stressed and messed up. Don’t take it personally. Don’t get angry at him. It’s the disease. It’s not Hanbin. Don’t get angry. Don’t get angry.

None of the rational thoughts really make it any easier to deal with. Hanbin’s mom watches her son walk away and sighs heavily too. It sounds like disappointment. At who? He has no idea.

He tries to push the hurt, rejection and shame out of his head but the sinking feeling he’s been carrying around since this morning drops even further down his chest and he wonders if this is it, if this is moment where she thinks the relationship between him and her son is toxic and unhealthy. Maybe she thinks he’s the bad influence and is so unqualified to even be here…and maybe there’s not one goddamm thing he can do to convince her otherwise.

“Is he still like that often?”

He shakes his head. “No. It’s just…everything happening right now. I think that’s all it is.”

Hanbin’s mom murmurs something beside him but he doesn’t quite catch it because her hand comes up to squeeze his arm. “Come. I don’t want him going in by himself.”

It’s surreal. Weird, trippy and surreal. Never in a millions years did he see himself walking into a hospital with Hanbin’s mom. Never in 22 trillion years did he expect her to take his side. Well, he’s not sure if that’s what she did but at least she didn’t tell him to go. That’s gotta be something.

Despite everything that came before it, Hanbin is waiting for them by the lift, just standing and looking at the Up and Down buttons like they’re interesting or something. The ride up to the ICU is long, even this early in the morning, and they watch as tired visitors get on and off. There’s an elderly woman that steps in just before their final stop, she sobs quietly as her daughter comforts her. He wonders what bad news they just got.

Hanbin shifts back towards him and it’s then that feels fingers reaching blindly for him, they just twist in the soft grey cardigan for a moment before he catches the smaller colder hand and holds it between his own, squeezing twice.

I got you.

Hanbin squeezes back.

I know.

****

He hates himself.

He’s being an asshole and he knows it.

But at the same time, he can’t help it.

This is how it is, how it’s always been; every time something good happens, something even worse follows it. When his personal life is going well, his family life goes to shit. He never gets a break because there’s never any time to.

And Jiwon, soft and tired with sleep deprivation, just stands there and takes it all without ever pushing back. He hates that too, the way he’s fucking terrified that his illness will one day drag them both down.

They ride the elevator in silence but the whole time, he can feel Jiwon’s presence and body heat behind him. It’s more comforting that he can ever articulate or describe to another person. He knows Jiwon talked to his mom in the carpark, he doesn’t know if it ended well or not but they’re both here now and that must be something.

But he’s still a mess inside; still torn between wanting to surrender to the comfort of their relationship and wanting to fight the entire world for making his dad sick. He wants to be loved, to be told everything is going to be okay but at the same time, he wishes Jiwon wasn’t here so he doesn’t have to worry about how much he’s hurting him. He’s already worried about his dad, his mom, his sister (who still doesn’t know what’s happening), the rest of his family….there’s too many things to worry about.

So he stands there, half-seething, half-depressed. Okay, half-seething, fully-depressed. It’s not until an old frail woman comes in, eyes red from crying, that he sees just how much low he’s sunk into his own pitiful and paranoid misery.

He doesn’t want to be alone. He doesn’t want to push Jiwon away. He wants his dad to wake up, recover, come back home. He wants him to meet Jiwon before it’s too late. He wants to get on with his life and stop being so fucking scared of everything. But he’s lost, aimless, parts of him scattered all over the place like an incomplete puzzle spinning out of control.

His fingers reach backwards, first only tangled in the soft gray wool of his cardigans but then two big warm hands encase his so tightly, so completely, that he feels himself anchored right back down to earth again.

I’m here.

He squeezes back.

Thank You.

He doesn’t let go, not even when they step out of the elevator and walk towards the ICU visitors waiting room, not even when he knows his mom sees it. She can get mad at him some other time, if he lets go now, he’s just going to float away, right out the 5th floor of this hospital.

But he does have to let go eventually and he does it without a fight this time, not because he’s okay with Jiwon waiting outside but because he doesn’t want to cause another scene. Everyone in his life has suffered enough today.

“I’ll wait here but if you come out and I’m gone, it’s probably because I’m outside or something okay? Just call me if you can’t find me.” Jiwon says, giving his hand a final squeeze before pushing him gently towards the ICU entrance, where his mom is waiting.

He nods, dreading everything that awaits behind those doors. After it closes, he takes one final look through the small glass window and sees Jiwon sitting down on one the uncomfortable blue chairs and pulling out a book to read.

It’s the last good thought he has for awhile.

When they’re ushered into his dad’s ICU room, he feels like he’s bombarded with so much information that it makes his head spin again.

Extubation.

Neurological slowing.

Post-Operative stroke.

Re-Intubation.

He wants to throw up.

“It’s in a small isolated territory of the brain,” Dr Lee explains. “It seems to be his left hand that is affected. After we spoke to you, we were able to start treatment right away. Repeat CT scanning showed that there’s no ongoing infarction, or stroke damage, but we will only know what his function is like when we attempt to extubate him again.”

His mom sniffs quietly in the chair behind him. He wishes she didn’t have to hear this but he’s glad he’s not the only one who does. Some things are too much for one person to bear.

“When do you think you’ll try that?”

“If things stay stable like they are now, I suggest we try tomorrow.”

“Is he….is he going to wake up?” He didn’t want to ask but he has to know.

Dr. Lee smiles kindly at least. “He tried to the first time. Probably couldn’t wait to get back to work. We only intubated him again because I noticed his left hand wasn’t twitching like his right. He’s definitely a fighter, your dad.”

He nods, agrees, because well, what they hell does he know about any of this? He’ll google it all later, when he’s not actively trying to stop himself from vomitting.

They’re only allowed an hour so he listens to his mom talk to his dad like he’s awake. She recounts the way they met all those years ago and goes through all the mundane details like Hanbyul’s dance recital coming up and how Jiwon cleaned his car (did he? He hardly even noticed). Despite the situation they’re in, it warms his heart at least, to know there is still love between his parents. It might not be fireworks or movie-perfect but it’s there, in sickness and in health.

Till death do them part.

Something clicks like an unexpected epiphany. For decades he was scared of marriage and commitment, for years he blamed his parents and their imperfect relationship for all his neurotic paranoia. He spent so much time trying not to turn into either of them that he missed the big picture; the one where there’s unwavering loyality, hard work and dedication to their family.

He doesn’t have half of these problems with Jiwon. There’s nothing wrong with their relationship, not really. Bouyed suddenly by this realisation, he just prays to every single God out there to let his dad wake up and come home. He wants him to meet Jiwon. He wants his fucking family back.

They are ushered out of ICU some time after 7:30 am to allow the nurses to attend to the vital signs and for the ICU doctors to conduct their ward rounds. They won’t be allowed back for another few hours because there are more scans to be done.

“I really need a coffee.” He says to his mom as they walk out.

She dabs her eyes and chuckles in agreement. “I thought you didn’t like coffee?”

“I’m going to have one in dad’s honour.” He shrugs.

When they near the door that leads out into the waiting room, he pauses and gets a sense of deja vu.

“Are we going to be okay?”

His mom smiles and touches the side of his face fondly. “Your father has so much unfinished business. I hardly think a little heart attack and stroke is going to stop him. He’s been through worse.”

“What are we going to tell Hanbyul? What it he never-”

She shakes her head and the soft smile is replaced with a firm look of determination. “No, we will not think like that. He tried to wake up once already. He will do it again tomorrow. Whatever else happens-”

“-we will manage it like we always have.” He finished. The conviction in her voice is enough for him to believe it. He has to. The alternative isn’t an option.

When they’re back in the waiting room, he’s relieved to see Jiwon is still there, sitting on one of the uncomfortable blue chairs with a bottle of water in his lap and the Life of Pi book in his hands.

His heart aches and when Jiwon finally looks up with the most confused expression on his face, he just lets the familiar fuzzy warmth wrap around him like a soft blanket.

If you ever ask me, I will always say yes.

****

Pi is not Pi.

It’s not 3.14159.

It’s short for Piscine.

It’s a swimming pool?!

And where’s the part about Richard Parker?

Where’s the maths?

What the fuck.

This book is nuts.

He’s itching to wikipedia the entire thing but no, Hanbin gave this to him so he’s gonna read it properly.

But fuck, what the hell.

At least it distracts him for long enough and he’s still trying to figure out why anyone would name their kid Pi when Hanbin and his mom are pushing through the ICU doors again. He tugs his sleeves down quickly, just in case, and braces himself for bad news.

“Um, is everything…okay?” He asks cautiously, hoping Hanbin doesn’t storm off again.

Hanbin nods as he comes closer. “Not great but better than this morning.”

“Have you eaten, Jiwon?” Hanbin’s mom asks suddenly.

“Oh…no, I haven’t. Not yet.”

“Well, we’re all going to faint at this rate. They won’t let us back in for another few hours so I think we better take the time to eat something.”

He’s a little surprised.

A lot surprised actually.

They’re going to eat now? What.

He doesn’t move for a few seconds and just stares at Hanbin’s face until he reaches forward to grab his hand and pull him away from the ICU. They don’t end up driving very far, just to a cafe a few minutes down the road that serves warm pastries and good hot coffee.

He doesn’t ask about Hanbin’s dad because nobody looks ready to talk about it.

Hanbin’s mom does ask him a lot of questions though. He really should’ve expected it, seeing as she knows next to nothing about him. Some questions are a bit more invasive than others but if talking about his life helps keep everyone distracted for awhile, well, it’s the least he can do.

“You have one brother, is that right?”

“Yes, Jiun. He’s getting married in a few months and my sister-in-law is expecting their first baby.”

“So you’ll be an uncle soon?”

He smiles, because it’s pretty hard to keep that one contained. “Yeah…I mean, yes. I’m really looking forward to meeting them.”

Hanbin’s mom takes a sip of tea and regards him silently for a moment. It’s almost exactly the same scrutinising look he’s seen on Hanbin’s face before and no less unnerving. He always feels like they can read all the secrets on his face.

“Do you ever think about that? For yourself?”

“MOM!” Hanbin hisses, face glowing red with embarrassment before turning to him with an apologetic look. “You don’t h-”

“Yes, I do.” He says, still looking at Hanbin, who just glows redder and more anxious.

“And how do you see that happening?” Hanbin’s mom presses on. “You are two men, are you not?”

“Oh my god….” Hanbin says under his breath. “I can’t listen to this. I’m going to get some air.”

They both watch as Hanbin scrapes his chair back and rushes outside like he can’t get out of the conversation fast enough. They can see him through the window, pacing and taking great big gulps of air to calm down.

He thinks about following but Hanbin’s mom shakes her head.

“Leave him be for awhile. He just needs the space to settled down.” She says, still watching her son as she sips her tea. There’s a soft fond look on her face but soon enough, her attention is back on him again and so are the piercing focused eyes. “So tell me Jiwon, how serious is all this?”

He swallows thickly.

Here it is.

The conversation he’s been dreading for seven months.

He wants to say he rehearsed it, prepared for it, but he really hasn’t.

“Um, well, it’s serious. I’m serious about it.” He replies lamely. “I’m in it till the end.”

Great answer idiot. Now she’s gonna think you’re dumber than she thought.

“How is your music going?”

“I’ll be going in the studio soon. Hopefully I’ll be able to release something later this year.”

He’s not sure if she’s impressed by that or not. Most parents wouldn’t be. Who would want their kid dating a rapper with no guarantee of success and no financial stability?

“And if that doesn’t work out?”

“I’ll keep working. I’ll go back to the garage if I need too. I’m not going to let Hanbin pay my way through life. I want to be able to take care of him too.” It probably comes out more defensive than he’d like but he’d rather be honest up front so she knows who she’s dealing with.

“What about that outburst this morning? It didn’t bother you?”

He shrugs and plays with an empty sugar packet. “It bothers me sometimes but it’s what he came with. He’s got his reasons. He’s getting better. He puts up with a lot from me too.”

The face in front of him is completely unreadable. He stirs his coffee distractedly and is glad he doesn’t drink it because the next thing she says absolutely floors him.

“Hanbin always loved too easily. He always thinks he’s in love. That’s his problem. Anyone who gives him attention, even if it’s the wrong type of attention. Sometimes he can’t see when something isn’t good for him and dragging him down.”

His fists curl into a tight ball under the table. He doesn’t always have much of a temper, and this is the worst possible time to have one, but there’s no way he can let that one go.

“I’m not dragging him down. And I don’t think I’m giving him the wrong type of attention.”

“So what are you doing with him?”

“I…..I don’t know what you mean by that exactly. I just want to be with him.” He stammers, feeling the sweat roll down his neck. If this is how it is with Hanbin’s mom, what the hell is it gonna be like with his dad? He’s remembers the horror story about what they did to the last guy. New threats aren’t necessary though. He already understands what kind of force Hanbin’s parents are and doesn’t doubt them for a second.

Hanbin’s mom barely acknowledges his internal struggling and just continues. “For as long as I can remember, he just wanted to write books, fall in love, buy a house, have a family, grow things. It’s what he saw in all those romantic movies. He used to have big fights with his father about it. His father told him to have bigger dreams of business empires and corporate take-overs but I’m beginning to realise that Hanbin’s dreams are already big on their own.”

She leans forward slightly and looks him dead in the eye. “You think you can give him all those things? You think you can do better?”

He stares right back. “Yes.”

She quirks an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his blunt response. “You’re quite confident about that?”

“Yes I am. I’ll get him everything he wants.” He says, firm and maybe a bit too arrogant. On the inside, he’s scared shitless that she’ll take it the wrong way, like he’s just another disrespectful and idealistic brat, but if he can’t convince her of how much he loves her son now, then everything that comes after this will just be harder. If she doesn’t take him seriously now then she never will.

“I’ll hold you to that. You came with a big reputation, Jiwon. It’s not every day Hanbin refuses a company seat and defies his father. He’s given up a lot to live like he does. I hope you know that. Don’t make me regret vouching for you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She says sternly before sitting back in her chair and looking out the window again. “I’m looking forward to my husband meeting you. You’re very alike.”

What the fuck.

What does she mean by that?

He’s like the man that hates him?

Before he can recover from her words, Hanbin comes back in and sits down nervously.

“What? What happened?” He asks, looking from one end of the table to the other. “Did you have an argument? Today? Of all days? Like I’m not stressed enough, now I have to-”

“Darling, relax.”

He snorts out a laugh accidentally but he can’t help it. It’s just so ridiculous to hear the world ‘relax’ from Hanbin’s mom at a time like this, especially after their weird talk.

“Relax?” Hanbin echoes, looking at them with a confused expression. “What does that mean?”

“It means Jiwon and I have an understanding.” His mom finishes with a small smile and finishes her breakfast muffin like this was any ordinary day and they were talking about something ordinary and nobody’s dad was in hospital and nobody’s gay son was being grilled about his intentions. Yeah, so ordinary.

“An understanding? What understanding?”

His question is completely ignored. “I’m going to call your aunt. Hanbyul has been asking where we are.”

When she steps outside the cafe, Hanbin grabs his arm and demands answers. “What the hell happened?!”

“We…had a talk.”

“About what?!”

“You.”

“And?!”

“Like she said, we have an understanding.” He shrugs. “But I gotta tell you, she’s scarier than you. And you’re already pretty scary.”

Hanbin stares at him in disbelief. “What? Just like that she’s suddenly okay with you? No. No way. That sounds fake. I knew I shouldn’t have left. I knew it! I can’t even get one moment where I’m not stressing about something.”

Hanbin’s hyperventilating. He grabs at the small shaky wrists and holds them still under the table. “She just wants to know that you’re gonna to be taken care of. And I told her that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

“No. That doesn’t sound like her at all. It’s never been that easy. She wants me to marry a girl. You’re not a girl! They made the last guy just, I don’t know, disappear. Why not you? Why is it different this time?”

He brings Hanbin hands up to his lips and presses soft kisses against his fingertips. “Well, maybe because that guy wasn’t right for you.”

“And what? You convinced her that you are?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs again, still holding Hanbin’s wrists in his hands.

For a split second he can see the disbelief forming in Hanbin’s mouth but it’s quickly followed by a soft sigh of resignation. “Jesus.”

“Guess what though?”

“What?”

“3 down, only 1 to go huh?”

For the first time in a fucked-up 24 hours, Hanbin gives him a proper dimple smile. “Yeah.”

#Cloudy With A Chance #CWAC #double b #i put the music first if you want to listen to it and get in the mood-it's so good! i promise!!#even if you can't read and listen to music at the same time-please listen to the song first #this is the 15th version of this chapter lolz #i wrote this last night bc i couldn't sleep #hanbin #bobby #ikon #i think this is my new favourite gifset #the colours #sigh #oh btw: if you're reading this deep in my tags-i should tell you that this isn't the last part of chpt 30 #i tried to squeeze it all in but it was too long #so 30 will have 1 more part before it ends

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? my best friend

2. Are you outgoing or shy? shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my best friend

4. Are you easy to get along with? depends. i try to be, but im also REALLY picky/have strong opinions on a lot of stuff, and im autistic..

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? yeah

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? a caring one, who listens before judging

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? yeah

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? my best friend

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? sometimes

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? probably my best friend

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “o”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? uhm. I like A LOT of songs.

billie ellish- bury a friend and you should see me in a crown

rag’n’bone man - human

rebel - black pearl (hes a pirate)

Aladdin soundtrack - Prince Ali and one jump ahead

arctic monkeys - Do I wanna know?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? rarely

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yea

15. What good thing happened this summer? new job, in my field of study

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? yepp

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? probs at least simple life

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? only if I run into him getting coffee (he works there)

19. Do you like bubble baths? if im in the mood

20. Do you like your neighbors? one i do, one i absolutely dont, the rest i dont interact w

21. What are you bad habits? im REALLY picky, and can come off as ungrateful (if u can’t do it right id rather u just not do it. apparently its more common to think at least you got something/they tried.)

22. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere w the right people. Nowhere without.

23. Do you have trust issues? kinda. More like I understand people wont understand me or meet my needs adequately.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? morning coffee

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my chin/teeth

26. What do you do when you wake up? if I have ResponsibilitesTM i get up and get coffee and leave the house in less than 20 min, otherwise i lay in bed on tumblr until i have to get up due to responsibilities or hunger.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? im good w where its at tbh

28. Who are you most comfortable around? my best friend

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? yeah.

30. Do you ever want to get married? yeah

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? lol yesss

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? none?

33. Spell your name with your chin. bdfuds

34. Do you play sports? What sports? not really. i like frisbee and longboarding if those count.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? no. I cant keep secrets.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? i usu dont. ill just go on my phone/leave/etc

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? my best friend.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? hot topic

40. What do you want to do after high school? lol im not in high school

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends on what they did and why, and if they want to grow as a person/make it right

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? im tired/overwhelmed/content/bored

43. Do you smile at strangers? if i lock eyes with them and they smiled, i might smile back, but im pretty good at Not Looking At People

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? ResponsibilitiesTM

46. What are you paranoid about? having a heart attack and no one being around to help me/not noticing until its too late

47. Have you ever been high? yea

48. Have you ever been drunk? yea

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? black

51. Ever wished you were someone else? no, but i have wished my parents were

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my chin probs. idk i like myself

53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont wear makeup

54. Favourite store? this is a duplicate question.

55. Favourite blog? uhm.

56. Favourite colour? black/grey/light pink/raspberry/celery green

57. Favourite food? cheese, cheddar brats, spinach, chocolate chip cookies, milkshakes

58. Last thing you ate? rice w beef, spinach, egg and soy sauce

59. First thing you ate this morning? coffee and nutella

60. Ever won a competition? For what? I think so but i cant remember. Oh i think I won an anti-bullying poster competition once.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? lol nopee

62. Been arrested? For what? no

63. Ever been in love? few times now

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? uh. no. cuz i didnt even like the dude.

65. Are you hungry right now? no

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i only have one real friend so I feel like thats unfair

67. Facebook or Twitter? tumblr.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? still tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? lol no

70. Names of your bestfriends? no, bc hed not appreciate it

71. Craving something? What? not rn

72. What colour are your towels? grey or floral w pinks and blacks and oranges

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 3

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? yes, usu. 2

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? total? uh. 8?

75. Favourite animal? birbs prob.

76. What colour is your underwear? why?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate, unless its ice cream. then vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? berry (any) or cheesecake (also any)

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? grey

80. What colour pants? a darker grey

81. Favourite tv show? uh. i like sherlock.

82. Favourite movie? deadpool probs. or pirates of the Caribbean. or Aladdin. or detective pikachu.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? never seen either

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? never seen either

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? n/a

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? uhm. I cant remember. Probs the black and white one w the scar, or the starfish, or the sea gull

87. First person you talked to today? my sister

88. Last person you talked to today? my best friend

89. Name a person you hate? my past roommate

90. Name a person you love? my best friend

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? my past roommate and most recent ex

92. In a fight with someone? currently? no? ever? yes.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? 5

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 6

95. Last movie you watched? i dont know

96. Favourite actress? i dunno

97. Favourite actor? i dunno

98. Do you tan a lot? no

99. Have any pets? no

100. How are you feeling? i dont know

101. Do you type fast? yeah

102. Do you regret anything from your past? yeah, but not overly

103. Can you spell well? i think so

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? no

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? i dont think so, but i want to (w the right people)

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? yeah, oops

107. Have you ever been on a horse? yep

108. What should you be doing? cleaning my house

109. Is something irritating you right now? no

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? yea

111. Do you have trust issues? yea

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my best friend

113. What was your childhood nickname? B. as in, just the letter

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yea

115. Do you play the Wii? no

116. Are you listening to music right now? yea

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? not usually

118. Do you like Chinese food? i think so

119. Favourite book? uhm. sherlock (the whole series). the uglies series (scott westerfield). the secret garden. Fahrenheit 451. 1984.

120. Are you afraid of the dark? no, but sometimes im afraid theres something in it

121. Are you mean? no

122. Is cheating ever okay? no

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? if i want to

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no

125. Do you believe in true love? im not sure i know what this means

126. Are you currently bored? no

127. What makes you happy? i dont know

128. Would you change your name? no

129. What your zodiac sign? gemini

130. Do you like subway? i cant eat there

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? lol weve been dating for a while now

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my best friend

133. Favourite lyrics right now? uh. I dont know.

134. Can you count to one million? that would take a month, so no.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i dont know. probably that i couldnt go to work bc i was “throwing up from a migraine” when i hadnt thrown up (yet).

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? it varies

137. How tall are you? i think im like. 5′8″?

138. Curly or Straight hair? curly. but not consistent

139. Brunette or Blonde? i am a brunette

140. Summer or Winter? winter. i can always wear more clothes

141. Night or Day? night. its quiet and calm

142. Favourite month? august and october

143. Are you a vegetarian? no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? yes.

145. Tea or Coffee? yes. depends on time of day/year/mood/etc

146. Was today a good day? i dont know

147. Mars or Snickers? mars

148. What’s your favourite quote? “if you cant explain it simply, you dont understand it well enough” -einstien is one of them. but there are more

149. Do you believe in ghosts? i dont know

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “aunt lillian’s footsteps became more distant, became whispers, were gone.”

@ramblebrambleamble i got bored and answered all of them

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