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Fosterson Fic Rec Masterlist: Multichapters

The Main Reclist has been split to fix the links that tumblr decided to break if there were too many of them in a single post. I’ll be keeping the main reclist updated (even if the links appear broken) as well as maintaining this list and the list for oneshots.

I need help expanding this list! If you have any favorites or fics of your own of your own you don’t see included in this list and you’d like to submit for consideration, please drop me a line.

List updated April 2020. New additions marked with **

Updated during this wild quarantined time, which should serve as a reminder to everyone to APPRECIATE YOUR CONTENT CREATORS! Leave all the comments and kudos to show our love for everything they do. Big thanks to everyone who recommended and/or created content for this amazing ship.

Rated G/K-K+

**The World has Turned and Left Me Here by alwaysaprilia: Jane Foster’s mission is impossible: build a wormhole, save the world. Thor Odinson thinks his task is even more impossible: keep Jane Foster alive long enough for her to accomplish her mission. AKA: What-to-do-when-the-damsel-in-distress-keeps-distressing-you. Rec: This is such a lovely little AU fic, brings in such an expansive world so succinctly and smoothly. | 16k | In progress

**Unspoken by igi_pigi: Post bringing his brother back to Asgard from Midgard, Thor is told by Heimdall that Jane Foster has decided to stop looking for him. [Set after Avengers1.] Rec: Angsty, with some nice Frigga content. | 4.8k | Complete

**Overlapping Spaces by khilari, Persephone_Kore: Thor returns to Earth a month after the Chitauri invasion to keep his promises -- to see Jane again, and take her to see Asgard, even if the rainbow bridge is still undergoing repairs. Not that Jane is complaining about watching the repairs. But she wasn't expecting Loki to be haunting the palace library, even in psychiatric care; and Loki wasn't expecting to make friends with Thor's mortal girlfriend. Rec: If you’re looking for a good, long Jane-centric fic that also features endgame fosterson, a well written Loki, and really interesting take on Asgardian culture, this is the fic for you. | 107k | Complete

IW Coda by hariboowrites: THOR AND JANE FOCUSED CODA TO IW bc i am who i am. Rec: We all need a fosterson followup to Infinity War, and this one has an ending that made me scream internally with excitement. Make this the opening of the next Avengers movie pls. | ~4k | Complete

Five Times Jane Was Kinda Jealous And One Time Thor Was by shinyopals: ‘Hello, Jane,’ said Thor. He gave her a smile that would move mountains and definitely still made her stomach flutter. ‘This is Rachael and Amanda. They wished to give their regards for my help during the Convergence. Although of course without you we would have been hopeless.’ He turned back to Rachael and Amanda. ‘This is my dear friend Dr Jane Foster, of whom I was speaking.’ Dear friend? Jane blinked. They’d been sleeping together for a couple of weeks and had had a slightly awkward conversation to establish where they stood with each other (what Jane called dating exclusively and Thor called a courtship). “Friend”, however “dear”, seemed a bit of an understatement. Sometimes dating a gorgeous world-saving alien prince has its drawbacks. Rec: BURY ME AND HAVE THIS JEALOUSY FIC PRINTED ON MY TOMBSTONE. I usually don’t like the toxicity most jealousy fics are infused with, but this one is so pure and wonderful. I could read it every damn day. | 14k | Complete

The Arizona Banana Famine by Niobium: Thor experiences the simpler side of Earth. Rec: Absolutely hilarious. Thor + shenanigans of living on Earth and trying to hide his identity + Jane helping him to varying effect. | 7k | Complete

Non Est Ad Astra Mollis e Terris Via (there is no easy way from the earth to the stars) by Rozilla: Jane Foster keeps out of social media mostly, but does keep a blog for all things science. With a few personal posts thrown in. Edited (with sarcastic asides) by Darcy Lewis. Rec: Fosterson is mentioned often, but Jane’s voice is incredibly worthwhile. | 10.4k | Complete

Hidden resonances by kes: After the vision Wanda Maximoff gave him, Thor had more questions than answers, and so he sought truth with Jane, in a cave beneath the mountains. Rec: A really great fix-it taking place during AOU, plus some fosterson feels. | 6k | Complete

Time and Trouble by shinyopals: Frigga thinks she knows exactly what to expect from the rest of her life. Then one son perishes and returns, whilst the other falls for a mortal woman who’s like nothing Frigga could have predicted.(Frigga’s POV from the end of Thor right through to post-TDW.) Rec: BLESS ALL FRIGGA-CENTRIC FICS. Great outside perspective fosterson, plus a TDW fix-it. | 14k | Complete

If You Want To Live series by hariboo: They lost Loki when they sunk Manhattan. Three years laters Loki finds them and that’s really when everything begins. This is that beginning. Rec: Terminator fusion AU that you didn’t realize you needed until now. Knowledge of the Terminator films is helpful but not required. The 'needing each other’ that comes along with a desperate post-apocalyptic situation really lends itself well to fosterson. It also hurts a hell of a lot. I wish it wasn’t finished. | 5k | Complete

Fabulous Baking Sisters or How to (not) Get Over A Norse God in 730 Days by Rozilla: After seeing Jane in a slump one too many times, Darcy decides to get her into stress baking… and soon regrets it. Rec: A lot of Jane/Darcy brotp, but lots of fosterson goodness especially near the end. The phrase “sex coma” is definitely used. | 8.5k | Complete

Waking Ease by Salmon_Pink: Thor/Jane, rated G. Set after Thor: The Dark World. Written for Comic Drabbles, prompt "halo”. Rec: very, very short, but cute. This is a part of a larger series by this author, but this is the only fosterson chapter I’ve seen so far. | <1k | In progress

Hold the Sun by writerblocked: Thor and Jane (and everyone else) share a meal. Rec: A nice peek into regular life, complete with some touches of angst and fluff at the same time. This story, like the above rec, is a part of a larger work that does not solely include fosterson. | <1k | Complete

If She Is Worthy by Mr. Chaos: During the battle with The Destroyer, Mjolnir returns to Thor’s hand. But what if Selvig hadn’t pulled Jane away? And what if it wasn’t just Thor that had proven himself worthy? Rec: Jane kicking ass and taking names with Mjolnir. Nuff said. Downside? A giant twist at the end and still waiting for a sequel. | 4.5k | Complete

A Story of Us by me: Short and sweet prompt fills. All feature Thor and Jane as the main couple and are all just ridiculous fluff. Rec: A collection of my prompt fills from tumblr. It wouldn’t be a true reclist without a self-plug. | 26.2k | In progress

Rated T

The Foster Edition series by asoulofstars, MissChrisDaae: What happens when Jane Foster is in the Battle of Manhattan? In short, it changes everything. Rec: FIXING MARVEL WITH JANE FOSTER IS THE BEST, NAY, THE ONLY SOLUTION I WILL ACCEPT. | 60k | In progress

Game Changer by asoulofstars, MissChrisDaae: In the aftermath of the Convergence, Jane and Thor return to Earth in search of the scepter, and the Avengers slowly begin to reassemble. Across the cosmos and on Earth itself, enemies begin to gather, enemies that threaten everything the team has ever fought for, and Jane is faced with something just as daunting, but far more personal. Evolving from a mortal to a goddess. From a spectator to a player. From a scientist to a queen. Rec: A fluffy setup for something big, I can feel it. | 8k | In progress

A Magical Solution to the Einstein Field Equations by shinyopals: Jane Foster has got enough on her plate, what with being a full time researcher, giving lectures, applying for grants, writing books, and consulting for Stark Industries. When Thor drops off the face of the universe and leaves her on Earth with no clues as to where he is, she doesn’t know what to do or how to find him.Then an attack on Stark Industries changes everything, and she finds herself getting thrown into a life that she’s previously only watched from the sidelines, and where getting punched through a wall is suddenly just an average day of the week. Rec: THE MOST PERFECT RAGNAROK AU TO EVER EXIST ANYWHERE EVER. EASILY ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME. | 56k | Complete

Ace in the Hole by MissChrisDaae: Working alongside Selvig on Project PEGASUS, Jane manages to escape when Loki arrives, bringing with her the data on the Tesseract, and making herself SHIELD's biggest resource in combating the rogue trickster. At least until her semi-boyfriend finally makes good on his promise to come back, and she finds herself caught in the middle of a war. And she might be a key part in stopping it. Rec: MOAR JANE IN THE AVENGERS. MOAR JANE BEING VALUED IN THE MCU. MOOOOAAAAAR. | 11.5k | Complete | Part of The Foster Edition series

Wild Card by MissChrisDaae: Separation is, for Thor and Jane, a little easier in knowing what's happening to each other, but they have their own trials to face. In the midst of a war, Thor learns of a force greater than anything he has ever faced, one that could change the fates of both himself and and the woman he loves. Nothing is certain, and the burdens of his family, his life, and his love are weighing heavily upon him. Working with Betty Ross, Jane works to understand the secrets of the universe, unaware of the fact that she's being tested with every move she makes. When she temporarily moves to look after her mother's house in London, she and Darcy come across the Convergence. And, for the third time, Jane's life is turned upside down by an ancient force from another realm. Rec: Canon divergent Fosterson is my freakin JaaaaAAAAm. Also BETTY ROSS. A great replacement for canon if you’re feeling Salty. | 33k | In progress | Part of The Foster Edition series

Dancer in the Dark by MissChrisDaae: Jane Foster has always been a member of the corps de ballet, and has never voiced complaint until one night when she indulges in the fantasy of being the prima ballerina. A mysterious voice calls out to her, tempting her, coaching her, offering to make her a star, and she accepts. Months later, the prophecy comes to light when the star of the company becomes mysteriously indisposed. Jane is suddenly cast into the spotlight, becoming an immediate success, but she only has eyes for Thor, the young scion to the ballet's greatest patron family, who has been masquerading as a stagehand in order to continue a longstanding liaison with her. But Jane's made a deal with something far worse than the devil, and now he's coming to claim his due. Rec: A ballet AU that reminds me a lot of Black Swan tone-wise. Warning though, there is a love triangle that includes Lokane. | 9.6k | In progress

Five Times Having An Alien Prince's Baby Sucked A Lot, And One Time It Didn't by shinyopals: It was the doctor’s turn to look nonplussed. ‘Dr Foster,’ she said quietly, ‘you’re around four weeks pregnant.’ ‘No I’m not,’ said Jane again. She was pretty sure she’d remember if Thor had reappeared for some awesome sex a month ago. He had not. She’d gotten through enough batteries to prove it. Jane isn't quite sure how this all happened. She just knows it's a lot of work and it keeps taking her away from her Physics. Rec: The Definitive™ Fosterson babyfic. I’m generally not much for babyfic because I’m not much for babies. But I’ve read this so many times and it’s so incredibly wonderful. | 24k | Complete

Strange Earth series by Niobium: The apocalypse has come and gone, leaving the Earth strange and altered in its wake. What was once a thriving world of magic and science has become a tractless, untamed Wilderness teeming with dangerous creatures born of warped energy pouring through rents in the fabric of space and time. Society has withdrawn into magically-walled Wards to keep itself safe as it seeks a way to reclaim the planet before it’s twisted beyond all recognition, and its Seers and Champions struggle to protect humanity and one another. Rec: An incredibly imaginative ghost hunting AU. Great world building, and fantastic interaction between Jane and Thor. | 12.6k | In progress

The Obloquy of Newness by Niobium: Jane just wants to present her findings and maybe win a Nobel Prize. That would be a lot easier if all these xenophobes, science deniers, and robots bent on world destruction would stop getting in the way. Or, Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis, and what they were up to before, during, and after Avengers: Age of Ultron. Rec: A really delightful companion to AOU. | 17.4k | Complete

Sex Ed For Asgardians (Isn’t Exactly Necessary) by shinyopals: 'It’s a condom,’ Jane said eventually, reminding herself she was an adult in an adult relationship, albeit a very new one with an alien forty times her age who could hardly be expected to know what Earth birth control was like. Jane and Pepper learn that some myths and legends are true. Rec: I have no idea why this wasn’t on the reclist before. It’s hilarious and also really heartfelt. I love Respectfulinthebedroom!Thor. I love the open communication between them. Lawd. | 3.4k | Complete

Pedulum: Beginning by hariboo: Kept apart, with worlds between them, Jane and Thor do not give up on one day finding each other again. Rec: Exquisite buildup to a reunion. Both Jane and Thor are in-character with their own agency, but its obvious they’re nuts for each other. | 28.5k | Complete | Part of in progress series, Pendulum

Pendulum: Between by hariboo: Having found each other again doesn’t mean things have gotten easier for Thor and Jane. In some ways things are only getting more complicated. At least now they can face whatever comes their way together. Rec: Continiation of Beginning (recced above). Nuanced, sweet, messy, fantastic character dynamics, and with a great plot. | 56.8k | Complete | Part of in progress series, Pendulum

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Guardians of the Galaxy by Maybug: Jane Foster and Thor are finally getting married! Most couples go a little crazy when they’re ecstatically happy, unfortunately for these two going crazy involves knocking a hole in spacetime and marooning themselves and two of Jane’s friends on a desolate and dangerous planet halfway across the galaxy. Meanwhile Darcy, Sif and Bill are trying to find them in Skuttlebutt. Will they survive? Will they make it to the wedding in time? Will Thor’s attempts to communicate with Groot drive everyone crazy? Will Darcy get to witness Jane’s brief Goth phase? Will Jane’s friend Sayed get over his Star-Trek inspired fantasies about green-skinned alien women? Find out in the next exciting installment of Journey into Mishap! Rec: Part of a really great series by a great author. Humorous and kind of cracky. Mixture of MCU and comic canon. Just one chapter short of completion. | 12.7k | In progress | Part of Journey into Mishap and the Fosterson Files

Welcome to the Fall by Niobium: The Avengers pick up the pieces in the aftermath of Sokovia. Inter- and post-film gap-fillers and ficlets, with varying POV characters. A couple of them are slightly canon divergent and will be labeled as such. Rec: A really solid piece of prose, careful of canon while building upon it/improving it. The fosterson is handled really well. | 5.5k | Complete

The House of Foster by ArticulatioHumeri: She had set out to study wormholes. Never would Jane Foster have thought that it would lay the foundations of a family clan. Rec: Great fosterson moments, and with proper time devoted to them. A good, long read. Probably the longest fic I have on this list, and the longest Marvel fic that actually legitimately features Fosterson prominently. | 224k | Complete

The Measure of a Man by fayedartmouth: Thor is banished to Earth. Reclaiming his worth is harder than he thinks it will be. AU of the movie Thor. Rec: By now, y’all know I love fics where Thor was on Earth longer than in canon. This is probably my favorite, because Thor is incredibly well-written, and the cultural/personal struggles he encounters are written fantastically. The fosterson is incredibly organic and lovely. | 140.7k | Complete

Towards the Storm by iwillavengeyou: Jane Foster is worthy. Jane Foster is the Mighty Thor. But was she always this way? This fic seeks to examine Jane’s path to picking up the mighty hammer Mjolnir, and her journey as a heroine who, underneath it all, is only human. Rec: One of the few fics I’ve been able to find and enjoy that deals with Jane’s place as Thor in the 616 universe. I like the story’s trajectory, but it has since been orphaned. If anyone wants to... ya know... pick it up... that’d be swell. | 1.5k | In progress

As You Wish by MissChrisDaae: After the apparent death of the only man she will ever love, Jane finds herself the unwilling bride-to-be of the kingdom’s icy hearted crown prince, whose interest in her is almost as unnerving as the man himself. Before the wedding can take place, Jane finds herself in the hands of three kidnappers, her life in danger, and a mysterious figure in black pursuing them. Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Revenge. Giants. Monsters. Chases. Escapes. True love. Miracles. What more does a story need? Rec: THE PRINCESS BRIDE FUSION THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU NEEDED UNTIL NOW. Also Sif is Indigo Montoya. If the fosterson wasn’t enough to get you to read it. | 21.3k | Complete

Girls’ Night by Maybug: With Thor in Asgard and the other Avengers away on a mission, Darcy, Betty, Pepper and Jane decide to have a girls’ night. A certain supervillain has other plans, but it’s nothing they can’t handle. Rec: fosterson is background, but you all know I can’t resist a good Marvel ladies asskicking story. Story is mostly from Jane’s POV, so good insights on fosterson. | 11.2k | In progress

Thor 2 Rewritten: The Shaded Tree by kes: Rec: A series of oneshots and short multichapters that rewrite the second Thor movie. Not everything is over fosterson, but it’s always an undercurrent. Worth the read. Such a great alternative to canon. | 44k | Incomplete, abandoned

don’t need no ammunition (ain’t the bridge that’s falling down) by anthropologicalhands: Thor (2011) AU. After the battle at Jotunheim, something goes wrong and Sif finds herself stranded on Midgard. Jane is still chasing bridges and wants to know how this strange woman got in her atmospheric disturbance. Darcy’s psyched…and a little freaked out. Meanwhile, Thor and Loki embark on an quest (actually: intergalactic road trip) to rescue Sif. Thor has to prove himself. Loki is having an identity crisis. Do the math. Rec: Great interactions with everyone. Jane and Thor are still absolutely smitten despite the different circumstances. Loki/Sif is also a main pairing. | 39k | Complete

Fate Has Brought Us Together by asoulofstars: A series of one-shots detailing the lives of Thor Odinson and Jane Foster. Set after the events of Thor: The Dark World. Rec: We all know I’m a sucker for fosterson fluffies. The chapters are generally short and sweet. Read for smiles and butterflies and rainbow puking. | 9.9k | In progress

We Have Joyed To Be Forlorn by Niobium: Jane Foster’s life carries on in the wake of the Convergence, complete with exciting new research prospects, a displaced and grieving alien, considerations on the functionality of magic, and massive shakeups in world espionage. Or, The continuing adventures of Jane Foster, from the end of Thor: The Dark World to just after the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Rec: What it says on the tin. I highly recommend reading anything by this author. Both Jane and Thor are done justice to, beautifully. Lots of cutesy Fosterson that feels very real and not just like a fangirl threw up on a page. Really a gorgeous story. | 13.8k | Complete

Rowing in Eden by ancarett: The Bifrost is no longer broken but is becoming unpredictable: delivering its travellers far afield. With Midgard’s link to Asgard at risk, Jane and Thor have to restore stability to the wormhole or risk being separated forever. Rec: Jane and Thor doing science together and being cute together. Features all the Avengers. | 34.5k | Complete

Fundamental Forces by nayanroo: In an attempt to rein in the son that remains to her after Thor’s banishment, Frigga arranges a marriage between two old friends in the hopes that they can work together to heal an eroded realm. On Earth, a prince searches for identity after his world is turned upside-down. And in the darkness, something stirs. Rec: mostly a Loki/Sif pairing story, but there is enough fosterson to give a rec. Even if it wasn’t, I’d still rec it somewhere else. One of the most well-thought out stories I’ve read (part of an amazing series, which contains gratuitous fosterson) with incredible characterizations. Great plot, monstrous word counts in chapters. | 181k | Complete | Part of in progress series, The Kingsverse

When the Stars Fall Up by Nyxelestia: Loki is not so foolish as to let his pride get in the way of his plans. And Thor learns there is a lot more to being a king than being brave. Rec: Despite a Loki-heavy intro, we get some good Jane/Thor in the second chapter. It’s incomplete, and hasn’t been update in a long time, but I feel like it is going somewhere good if it is continued. | 7.3k | In progress, possibly abandoned

Watchtower by me: When research on the Tesseract begins, SHIELD recruits Jane Foster instead of Eric Selvig to harness the other-worldly artifact. When Loki raids the facility, he takes over the mind of the mortal woman his brother loves. The Avengers with Jane Foster in Eric Selvig’s place. Rec: Because it wouldn’t be a true reclist without a self-plug. (although tbh I’m tempted to take this off the rec list because I hate the way I wrote it so much XD) | 56k | Complete

Let Me Follow You Down by me: Jane is sick of her family always pushing her towards a relationship. She thinks she’s figured out the perfect solution. Fake Dating AU. Rec: Because it wouldn’t be a true reclist without a self-plug. | 24k | Complete

Rebuild All Your Ruins by me: Ragnarok AU. Despite his hunt for the Infinity Stones taking him far beyond Jane’s galaxy, Thor had always managed to get word to her that he was safe. When months pass without any word from him, Lady Sif arrives with a dire message: Thor has gone missing, Heimdall has been removed from his post as Gatekeeper, and the Warriors Three wonder if their king is truly Odin. Rec: Because it wouldn’t be a true reclist without a self-plug. | 11.2k | In progress, slow updates because it’s me and I’m garbage

Rated M (these won’t contain the smuts unless otherwise noted)

**Stalemate by igi_pigi: "It appears we're at a stalemate, Miss Foster." He meets her eyes at last with his bloodshot ones. "My association with you will continue to doom you with mortal dangers at every turn. And you will continue to inexplicably not hold me blameworthy for it." (Alternatively, how it should have been instead of how it was in Thor3.) [Well after Thor2.] Rec: PAIN. LOTS OF IT. Contains some smut | 8.7k | Complete

Symbiosis: Part I by SteeleHoltingOn: Jane and Thor have to decide if they can make their relationship work. She’s a scientist. He’s a prince. It’s the ultimate of long-distance relationships. It seems that Odin isn’t (wasn’t?) the only Asgardian who is unhappy with Thor’s fascination with Jane. Rec: An amazing look at Thor and Jane post-Dark World building their relationship, as well as all the pitfalls and heartache that comes with that. This author really plunges their hands into the nitty gritty problems with Jane and Thor, their cultural differences, their age/lifespan difference, and so on, yet it is still clear how much they love each other and their determination to make it work. | Contains some smut, but nothing very explicit | 92.5k | Complete

Symbiosis: Part II by SteeleHoltingOn: Loki ascends the throne of Jotunheim. He might have been lonely, but for the little hitchhiker in his head. Thor and Jane have their hands full with their daughter, Val, and the demands of Asgard and the Nine Realms. Rec: A lot of Loki, but also copious amounts of married Fosterson. As someone who isn’t always Loki’s biggest fan, especially when it comes to fan portrayals, I can say that this one is very true to canon and is an incredibly interesting read, and is balanced well with Jane and Thor-ness. The political drama is done very well. The plot planning seems meticulous and is absolutely admirable. I still have the same praise for it as its predecessor. | Contains some smut | 41.4k | Complete

Terrestrial Constellations by NightOwl360: For Jane and Darcy bringing Thor back to Earth is only the beginning of the adventure. Relationships are never easy, the past is always just a step behind, and sometimes the people we know best have the biggest secrets. Rec: Great characterization of Jane and Thor, and fabulous buildup until they meet again. Packed with not just fluff, some inevitable angst, as well as an intriguing storyline. Only downside: I’m pretty sure it’s been abandoned, and on a hell of a cliff hanger. | 78k | In progress, possibly abandoned

The Poetic Edda (was almost entirely wrong) by PhoenixVictoria: In Which: Thor is from a warrior culture (and Jane Foster understands); Loki is badass (but also kind of a puppy); Thor grows a pair and fixes his mistakes (and is a good brother); Loki is a slut (and is a good brother when he has no knives); Darcy Lewis is The Geek Whisperer (which really turns Loki on); And the Odinsons have no idea how to act in front of the media (and wouldn’t care if they did.) Rec: Almost entirely for Thor. He is so well-written in this. Loki and Thor fixing the damage they’ve done, and Jane being a great person. I love this so far (it is a WIP). Later chapters make Tasertricks a thing, so a heads up if you’re not into that ship. | Contains some smut, graphic imagery of torturing/punishment | 81k | In progress, possibly abandoned

One and the Same Thing by MissChrisDaae: Jane Foster is born to the bloodline of the Alchemysts, and the first woman to be inducted into the order. After the murder of her mentor, Jane becomes the first Alchemyst to mix the study of alchemy with that of magic, trying to enhance the art and find a way to avenge him. This is seen as bastardizing the craft, and she is cast out of the order, still working her craft as she wanders the realm. Forbidden from using the title of Alchemyst, Jane instead calls herself Ástkona Óþekktur, a Mistress of the Unknown. On her travels, she picks up an apprentice in Darcy Lewis and the two women meet another very unusual pair: the crown prince, Thor, and his foster brother, Loki, on the run from Amora, the sorceress who murdered Thor’s father and usurped the throne, the same woman who killed Jane’s teacher. Finding common ground, the four agree to join forces in taking down the Enchantress. Even if Jane won’t admit it, she finds herself drawn to the older prince, and Thor seems to be returning her affections, much to the annoyance of Loki, who sees the Ástkona Óþekktur as an unneeded distraction from what matters. If they win the war, there may still be something left to lose. Rec: You can see by the description that this is way AU. Incredibly imaginative, with a good characterization of Jane. | 33k | Complete

The Salt Skin by hariboo: One day Sif walks to the edge of the Bifrost to see compelled to see where Loki had fallen. At the same time Jane is testing a way to open the Bifrost. By accident Sif falls to Earth, what happens after she never would have expected, and then she finds Loki. Post-film. Rec: I can’t believe I haven’t recced this yet. A long, Sif-centric fic that is respectful to fosterson is hard to find, but this one hits all my must haves. Jane and Thor are beautiful idiots, and the outside view of their relationship is great. Very well-written. Loki/Sif is also very prominently featured. | 44.4k | Complete

Off The Grid by Shawn30: As stated by Phil Coulson in 'Agents of Shield’ episode 1-15, "Thor is currently off the grid.” So the question is, where are Thor, Jane, Darcy, and Eric post 'The Dark World’? Rec: This person was one of my FAVORITE fic authors of all time because of their Star Wars fics, and then THEY WRITE A FOSTERSON STORY. I was over the damn moon. There’s a unique take of all the characters, and there’s promise of really great things coming from this story. This fic would be a wise investment. Only problem is that sometimes their fics have very slow updates. Contains some smut | 15k | In progress, possibly abandoned

Lost in a World Full of Terrors by psychollama: Inspired by typhoidcandy - “After Darcy attempts to perform one of Loki’s spells, things go awry and she’s sent to another universe. In this medieval-like universe, Loki is King, Thor is banished and living in the forests, and Jane is an arrow wielding rebel. Can Darcy make it home before the real Loki finds out what she did? Or before medieval Loki captures her and either kills her or makes her his slave?” Rec: A different take on a medieval AU. The first and only chapter is very fosterson-centric, and sets up the action nicely. Jane and Thor are handled very well in the different context. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been updated since 2013, so I fear it has been abandoned. |4.4k | In progress, possibly abandoned

Stop All The Clocks series by Della19: Rec: NOT fosterson centric. This series is, I think, the first thing I read on AO3, and I was blown away. This person has constructed a great world around Supersoldier!Peggy Carter, and I rec the whole series, as the world and the characters are all vibrant and well-rounded. The stories, while connected, can easily be read as standalones. The fosterson, when it’s a larger focus, is absolutely lovely. | 49k | In progress

Rain Upon the Ashes by me: Medieval Fantasy AU. An ancient evil threatens Yggdrasil. An illegitimate heir sits upon the throne of Asgard, and an unknown menace seeks to destroy the Royal Family. Thor Odinson, true heir to the throne and banished years before, emerges as one of the leaders of the Rebellion, further endangering his family. Known publicly only as the Raven, Jane Foster, once a high-born Lady of Midgard, finds herself fighting a war when she once only desired to see the stars. Rec: Because it wouldn’t be a true reclist without a self-plug. | 33k | In progress, slow updates because it’s me and I’m garbage

Rated E (these will contain the smuts unless otherwise noted)

The Secret of Mind and Memory by capitainpistol: Jane and Thor wake up to an empty Asgard and zero memory of their pasts or each other. PWP. Rec: The Amesiacs Who Are Instinctually Drawn to Each Other AU that I never knew I needed in my life. I can’t wait to see how it ends. | 2k | In progress

Love in a Time of Tentacles (or How We Hired Out Our Sex Parts To Tentacle Monsters in Exchange for Remaining in Space) by Rozilla: Jane and Thor’s ship is left drifting in space and the only option is to take up the offer of a Bio-Engineering corporation to submit their bodies to science. Science in this case being mostly tentacles. It’s a good thing Jane’s into this sort of thing. Rec: I hope you’re into wild space porn because that is exactly what this is. Woop woop. Mind the warnings. | 13.2k | Complete

Edging Towards the Light by Shawn30: Thor and Jane navigate the treacherous relationship waters of ambition, duty, passion, and love. Rec: SMUT WITH PLOT YUM. A unique but plausible take on Fosterson. | 30k | In progress

Play Along Prisoner by Rozilla: You’re so used to being not listened to, put down, doubted and generally made to feel worthless when you work twice as hard as everyone else, sometimes you need a hobby like this one. Especially when you have such a willing participant. Rec: AU, Domme!Jane and Sub!Thor. Mmmmyes. Mind the warnings. | 15.3k | In progress

For The Days Inbetween by Simple.White.Lie: Heroes are seldom allowed happiness, and far too often Duty comes before Love. That only means he must fight even harder for that which he desires. Rec: While it isn’t always the prime example of great writing, this fic is still very good. It is a long multichapter which features gratuitous smut (hurrah!) while still maintaining good plot. Jane and Thor’s ups and downs as a couple are well written, and if you’re a sucker for married Fosterson, check this one out. | 79k | Complete

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Sad Song (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I am sorry this took long and I hope by the time I wrote and post this you are no longer sad anon. Inspired fully by Sad Song by We The Kings and also because I'm feeling sad and emotional tonight. And its a bit short, sorry. Just about 5k+ long. Sorry if its a bit ridiculous since Im a bit rusty now. ahaha

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"I love Taehyung..," her teary brown eyes blinked once. "I... I sincerely love him and I cant live without him,"

Y/N look at the beautiful idol standing in front of her whose eyes is filled with tears, trying hard not to blink her tears. She dont know why the girl is crying when she should be the one bawling her eyes out. Y/N keeps looking. Looking at the girl who is telling her, no, confessing to her that she is in love with Kim Taehyung.

Her boyfriend of 8 years, Kim Taehyung.

"W-why are you telling me all this?"

"Y/N... I know," she released a heavy breath. "I know you know about us. About me and Taehyung. And trust me Y/N, its never my intention to hurt you,"

Y/N almost scoffed at her statement. Not her intention? And so what? She should received a medal for that?

"Y/N... I love him. And I am not going to ask you to leave him. Or to give him to me. Nor do I want to steal Taehyung from you. I just really love him. I fell in love and I cant live without him,"

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Y/N... I know its not possible to leave Taehyung. Someone like him.. how can anyone lose him? Especially you, who have been together with him for so long," she took a step forward and Y/N immediately took a step back.

The girl sigh.

"I dont want to fight with you. Or be on a bad term with you Y/N. I love Taehyung and you know he loves me too. But there is no doubt he also loves you. So I guess... what I'm trying to say is... can... can you share a piece of his love with me?"

"What?"

"I want to share his love with you Y/N. I want to share Kim Taehyung,"

/////

"Does she make you happy? As happy as I used to?" Y/N's voice quiver as the question leave her mouth, afraid of the answer. Her back might be turned fron looking at Taehyung, but she can feel his sharp gaze bore through her back.

"Y/N... can you please atleast look at my face?" His deep voice soften as she heard him walked forward, his warmth closing in. "Please?"

Y/N didnt budge. How could she face him when her heart is breaking.

"Y/N..." Taehyung reached out and turn her around, lifting her chin to look at him.

"J-just tell me Tae..," her voice barely above a whisper.

"I dont want to lose you Y/N. I love you. You know that," Taehyung sigh as he carressed her face softly.

"How about her?"

"You know I love her too..," Taehyung admit softly, not wanting to hurt her more. "But I dont want to lose you Y/N..." he repeated again, making his point clear.

Y/N doesnt understand. How can anyone says he love someone and another at the same time? How can that sacred feeling be torn and shared into two? Is it possible? Is she the one who is the selfish one, the stupid one, to reserve all her love for just one special person?

For Taehyung?

"I..." Y/N looks down. She wanted to say no. She is going to tell him that its over. That he cheated. That he betrayed her love, their love of 8 years and fell in love with someone else. That he hurt her. That his request for her to accept all this is selfish and just plain ridiculous. She wanted to scream, hit him, curse him and just cry until she cant anymore. But as her mouth is about to open, her eyes lifted and it fall straight into Taehyung's brown ones. His familiar brown eyes. His eyes that is filled with memories and love. His eyes that make her fall in love in the first place.

"Good morning princess," his beautiful smile greeted her as she opened her eyes. "I cant believe I am going to wake up to this face from now on until forever," Taehyung whisper and kisses her, making Y/N giggle with surprise.

The first day they moved in together.

Their first day to forever.

"I love you Y/N,"

"Why?" She turns and faced him. She will never be tired of looking at his handsome face.

"No specific reason princess. You are just my everything. With you I feel alive. Without you I feel empty, lonely. Without you I am not a whole. You are the melody in my life. The rhythm, the emotions, the lyrics, everything," Taehyung tuck a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. "You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

Y/N smile as her heart fluttered wildly. Taehyung is her life, her love, her everything. And the way he looks at her right now, she will give up everything to see it forever.

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

"Y/N?"

Y/N was brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. Her cheeks already dampen with the tears she didnt even realized has rolled down her cheeks.

All the things she had rehearsed in her head earlier, all the things she wanted to say to him disappeared. It hurts, but she cant do it.

Taehyung is her song.

And what is her life without a song?

"I... Tae," Y/N looks at him. "I love you so much Tae. I'll do it. I rather share you than lose you. I'll do it,"

/////

Y/N doesnt know how this works. How it should work. Are they both his girlfriend now? Can Taehyung really love them both? Can Taehyung be fair? Is she allowed to be hurt? Is she allowed to cry? Is she supposed to ignore all the marks on his body or the many nights he didnt come back?

How does this work?

Y/N will never understand.

Its even worse when the two of them are an idol and she is just an ordinary girl living a normal life. In the public eyes, Taehyung and Maysaa are the number one couple eventhough Taehyung belong to Y/N first. She wanted to tell everyone that Taehyung is hers. That he belong to her first. But she cant. Their relationship ear never made public and it seems it will never be now.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend kisses another girl so openly.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend goes on a date with another girl so openly.

No girl should ever have to come back home to sit in the living room crying while her ears are filled with the sound of her own boyfriend making love to another girl so openly.

And no girl should ever hear her own boyfriend say I love you to another girl, and mean it.

Pain and hurt is an understatement with what Y/N is feeling everyday. Maysaa is a friendly girl and she never deny Y/N's right towards Taehyung. But how friendly can a feeling be towards a girl who begged you to share your boyfriend with her. Towards the girl you have to see kissing and hugging your boyfriend in public everyday? Towards the girl who you knew you boyfriend love, care and adore?

Y/N cant deny that Taehyung tried his best to be fair. To make her happy, to make her feel love. He takes her out on dates, secret dates, on days that he is off schedule. They still spend their time cuddling at home while having a domestic movie night, or soend the night cooking and just talking to each other, just like they used to.

And their nights together...

Their nights together is still as passionate as before, although Y/N had to pushed every single thoughts about Maysaa and what Taehyung most probably did with her too.

Does Taehyung look at her with love as he lay her down too?

Does Taehyung kiss her softly as his hands strip her off her clothing?

Does Taehyung whisper those soft I love yous as he thrust into her?

The pain is there, oh, how itd always there, but Y/N like to believe that their love is stronger. Afterall, Taehyung is her song, and she is Taehyung's. They have something special and it will stay that way.

Their endless night together whenever Taehyung is off schedule proof that their love is still just as strong as before when weeks later Y/N start to feel nausea, fatigue and suffered endless vomitting. The two blue line on the tenth test she took that day finally confirmed what she has been suspecting.

But will Taehyung be happy? Or angry? What about Maysaa? How does this whole thing works now that shes pregnant with Taehyung's child?

She should be happy, ecstatic even. She is having a baby with the love of her life. That someone that she always wanted a family, a future with. That someone that she love with all her life.

That someone who is another person's boyfriend to the public.

After contemplating for a week, Y/N decide to finally tell Taehyung. Whatever his reaction is, Y/N swear she will do whatever it takes to protect her baby. The little human in her tummy is her priority now.

Never would she have thought that Taehyung's face would break into a grin and scooped her up in a huge hug, swinging her around.

"Y-you are not angry Tae?" Y/N asked after her initial shock.

"Angry? Princess why would I be angry?" Taehyung laugh. A loud, joyful laugh. "I'm so so so happy princess! I'm going to be a father, and the baby is going to be perfecr because princess, you are the mother! I love you so much princess," Taehyung's grin grows wider, if that is even possible, and kisses her softly. "I promise princess. I will take care of you and our baby. Theres nothing to be worried about Princess. I love you,"

/////

"Arghhhhhhh!"

"Whats the problem now?" Hyera looks up from her phone as Maysaa enters their dressing room and throw around everything everywhere. The other group members are already used to the spoiled maknae's behaviour.

"That bitch is pregnant!"

"Which bitch? Theres so many bitches in our life. All of you included," Mia, another band member laughs as she point to the others. Maysaa roll her eyes. She has no time for jokes! This is serious. How can Taehyung make that girl pregnant?! She dont even think that they sleep together. Yeah sure, Taehyung slept with her, of course he should be sleeping with that girl too, since they are supposed to be "fair" and what not. But she didnt think to the point of making her pregnant! Is Taehyung going to love her less when she has the baby?

"Taehyung's whore! Who else!"

"Okay... and the problem is?" The other girl sound confused. "She is his girlfriend isnt it. I mean.. you came out with this weird ass arrangement to share the dude, which I found to be ridiculous and stupid. And I know you skipped sex ed and all, but having sex and being in a relationship does make one pregnant,"

"And look at Taehyung. Hr is a hottie!Who doesnt want him as a baby daddy?" Hyera add on and giggle, making Maysaa more fired up that her sisters are not seeing the seriousness of the problem.

"Urghhh guys! This is serious! She cant be pregnant! I never even thought she would agree to this arrangement in the first place! But with this happening... What if Taehyung love me less once the baby is born? I cant let that happen! I cant lose Taehyung. I cant!" Maysaa is getting hysteric. She is scared. Losing Taehyung is something she cant ever imagined!

"Okay. Okay. Jeez, calm down," Mia roll her eyes. "So what are you planning to do?"

"I need to get pregnant too,"

"What?!" All eyes turn to her. They are a group of uprising idol right now, and having one member pregnant, especially the maknae, will definitely slow down their rising success.

"Relax, not real pregnant. Fake pregnant!" Maysaa happily cheered, as the others gave her confused looks.

"Eloborate please,"

"Well, I just need to tell Tae that I'm pregnant too, but I still want to keep it from the media. Then he will give his attention to me, because you know, hes so sweet and all," Maysaa giggles and the others scoff. "Then, right before the baby is supposed to be born, when Taehyung is already so in love with the baby, I will do something that will look like the bitch did something to me that cause me to misscarriage. Tae will hate her for killing his baby, and he will love me forever because I am just a sad girl who lost a baby! Great idea isnt it?" Maysaa squeal.

"Uh... thats just evil. But, how do you fake a pregnancy? How about your checkup and all? If Taehyung is as sweet as you say he is, he will want to follow you to those doctors appointments," Hyera questioned.

"Well... do you remember my doctor? Doctor Hua? The doctor who did all my three abortions in secret? Ill ask him to help. Its all set!"

"I dont know Maysaa... dont you think thats not fair to both Tae and Y/N?" Mia sounded worried. Maysaa glares at her sister. They are supposed to be on her side!

"I dont care Mia. Taehyung is mine and he will be mine and only mine forever!"

/////

"B-but Tae.. cant you stay with me for a while longer? I dont feel so good. I think theres something wrong," Y/N rubs her stomach, feeling uncomfortable. Taehyung leans down and kisses the huge bump. She is 7 months in now. Taehyung cant believe that he has two beautiful girlfriends, and both of them pregnant at the same time?

Taehyung cant help but grinned. He loves kids and now hes going to get two at the same time.

He admits its hard being a busy idol with two pregnant lovers, especially with Maysaa who is always needing his attention all the time. Because of that, he is grateful for Y/N. Y/N always gives in to Maysaa. Going to her checkup alone and handling most of her pregnancy alone since she knows Maysaa needed him more.

Y/N is great and Taehyung told hinself over and over again that he will be needing to make it up to her soon.

"I'm sure its nothing princess. Maysaa just called, shes craving some strawberries. I just need to get those and give it to her. Ill be back okay? You understand right princess?" Taehyung stroke her hair softly. Y/N is beautiful, inside out. Everytime Taehyung looks at her, he falls in love with her all over again. He sometimes regret his desicion with Maysaa, for hurting Y/N along the way, but what can he do? Maysaa is pregnant with his baby now, there is no way he can ever leave her. And Y/N is so understanding, he sometines forget that she gets hurt too.

Y/N sighed. Of course its Maysaa again. She rubbed her bump. Something is wrong, she can feel it. But she cant tell Taehyung that. Because he doesnt know. He only goes to Maysaa's appointments, and never hers. He didnt know the problems and the pain shes having. He didnt know how she cried alone at nights, which is almost every night, sleeping alone in pain because Taehyung needs to attend to Maysaa.

Pregnancy is supposed to be the happiest month for a couple. Sharing moments and experience with their partner. And she guess Taehyung is experiencing it, only not with her. All her joys, the baby first kick, the baby first move, and all her pain, she jottee down in the scrapbook.

Maybe one day she can share it with someone who wanted to know.

Y/N sighed again.

"Of course Tae. Go attend to Maysaa. I'll be okay," Y/N gave a small smile. Taehyung kisses her forehead and went off to find the strawberries.

A few minutes after Taehyung left, a knock was heard on her hotel door. They are both following Taehyung on tour now, since he thinks its a good idea to bring them both togethet. Thinking it was Jungkook, she ask the person to come in. Y/N and Jungkook has become closer now since Taehyung spend most of her time attending to Maysaa's pregnancy needs.

Y/N's smile drop the moment Maysaa appeared in front of her door, making her way to her bedside.

"Hi Y/N, wheres Tae?" She asked, smiling.

"He went out to get your strawberries Maysaa. Anything I can help you with?" Y/N asked with a straight face. She usually will control her expression and put on atleast a small smile, but not today. Today shes in pain and Taehyung is not here to help het because of this girl stupid strawberries.

"Wow, whats with the hostility? Cant a baby mama come and visit another baby mama?"

"Im sorry. I didnt mean to be rude. Its just that Im in a bit of pain right now," Y/N rubbed her bump. Maysaa srunched her face on annoyance. She hates it when Y/N say anything about her pregnancy, well because it only remind her that hers is not real.

"Oh really?" Maysaa asked, not at all showing interest.

"Yeah. Its a bit painful. Uh.. do you think Tae can stay with me tonight? I think.. I think I might need him tonight," Y/N looks at Maysaa, hoping she would be considerate enough.

"Uh no? You know how I need shoulder rubs at night and how I throw up every night Y/N. You know I need Tae!"

"But Maysaa. I really dont feel-"

"You are not the only one pregnant Y/N!" Maysaa have had enough. Taehyung is hers, cant she see that?

"But Maysaa, please. I-" Y/N placed her hands on Maysaa, trying to asked for her sympathy when Taehyung ealks in and saw her hand on her.

"Hey baby? What are you doing here? I looked for you in your room. I got you your strawberries," he smile, eyes wondering between Maysaa and Y/N, trying to figure out what is happening. They are just talking right?

"I was looking for you baby!" Maysaa giggles and hug Taehyung's arm. "Didnt know you went out,"

Y/N averted her eyes as her heart begin to hurt at their interaction. Calm down Y/N, Taehyung doesnt belong to you alone anymore. Taehyung notice Y/N's change of expression and move Maysaa's hand slowly off him, making the girl furious.

"T-tae? Do you think you can stay with me tonight? I dont feel good. I really dont," Y/N decides to ask. Maysaa cant believe what shes hearing. Did this bitch just ask Taehyung when she already said no?

"Uh..." Taehyung look at Maysaa who's already pouting. "I think you will be okay Y/N, right?"

Y/N sighed. The one time she really needs him and he cant even give her that.

"Yeah okay. Of course. I'm always okay," she tried to slowly get up from the bed. She was never this petty but shes really in pain right now. Whats the point of having a boyfriend if he never cares? Y/N is starting to regret her decision.

"Y/N, dont be like that princess please?" Taehyung look at her softly, trying to help her up but she flinched away.

"Be like what Tae? I only ever needed you once in seven months and you cant even give me that? I'm done. After this baby is born, I'm done Taehyung!"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Princess, you know we will never be done. I'll never let you go!" Taehyung is freaking out. Why is Y/N saying all this. She wont leave him will he?

Too caught up with being worried, Taehyung didnt notice that Maysaa's expression has turned sour at his words.

How in love is Taehyung with Y/N?!

Noticing that Taehyung is about to reached out for Y/N's hand, Maysaa quickly thinks of something and as Y/N turns to shake Taehyung off, she immediately screamed in pain, clutching her fake baby bump, immediately catching Taehyung's attention.

"Baby?! Are you okay?"

"Y/N nudged me. Aww baby, it hurts!" She cried out, constantly rubbing her bump.

"What? I did not! Tae I didnt even touched her!" Y/N tried to defend herself but Taehyung is already glaring at her as he hugs Maysaa protectively.

"She did baby! She nudge me. She must be angry at me because you didnt want to stay with her tonight! Aww babyyyy it hurts," fake tears starts to roll doen her cheeks.

"Baby! Oh my god. Let me take you to the hospital okay?" Taehyung glares at Y/N again. "You better pray that nothing happened to her or the baby Y/N!"

"Tae, I didnt do anything! Cant you atleast listen to me?!" Y/N tried to suck in her pain and wiggle her way to reached out to Taehyung but he pushed her away, making her fall sitting down on the bed. Surprise and in pain that Taehyung would actually pushed her Y/N feel her tears rolling down.

He never cared when she told him shes in pain but when Maysaa said it he panic to this extend? What are you even to hjm Y/N?

Nothing. A song? Bullshit. Not even a sad song. Just... nothing. She is nothing to Kim Taehyung.

"Im taking Maysaa to the hospital," Taehyung hugs the girl, not even looking at Y/N who he just pushed. Right before they went out the door, Maysaa look behind her shoulder and smirk.

Y/N knew right then that nothing could ever fix her relationship with Taehyung again. No matter how much she sacrifice, Maysaa wins.

"You win Maysaa. You can have Taehyung, fully," was the last word Taehyung heard between sobs before he slam the door shut.

/////

"Theres a complication. You cant be stressed or do anything aggressive. At all. Remember that miss. At all! Any of that, and you might have to go into an early labour. And Miss Y/N... with your health condition, we strongly would advise to avoid early labour as it might cause yours or the baby's life,"

The doctors words repeat itself in Y/N's head as the pain in her stomach becomes unbearable the second Taehyung slammed the door shut.

"T-tae..." she tried to call out but the pain stopped her as she clutched her stomach. "N-no.. my baby!" Y/N starts to sob when her hand touched a wet and thick red liquid from her legs and stomach.

Bleeding. I'm bleeding.

Was the last word she remembered saying to herself before hearing Jungkook's voice calling out to her and passed out.

/////

"Its okay baby, I'm here. I'm here" Taehyung panics as he held Maysaa's hand tightly, who is screaming in pain. "I'll take you to the nearest hospital okay baby, dont worry,"

"N-nearest hospital? But baby I need to see Doctor Hua!" Maysaa panics the moment Taehyung help her into the car. All her cover will be blown if she is taken to another doctor!

Doctor Hua has make everything perfect. They did all the fake belly, the fake heartbeat reading and even a fake sonogram. Everything is going well. Shes supposed to be having a misscarriage soon and Taehyung will never know.

"Theres no time baby. Doctor Hua's hospital is far from here. The hospital Y/N went to is just here. Her doctor can help us,"

"Tae, no. I-"

"No buts baby, I'm sorry but our baby's life is in danger," Taehyung sped off and Maysaa kept quiet the whole drive there, brows sweating trying to think of a way out.

And it seems thats theres none.

/////

"You..." Taehyung growls, he cant even look at Maysaa's pretty face right now. "You.. fake this fucking pregnancy?! You fucking fake it?!" Taehyung screamed out as he threw the crying girl on the floor of the parking lot.

"T-tae let me explain!"

"Explain what?! That you lied to me for thr whole seven months? About pregnancy?! Fuck, I'm a fool!" Taehyung runs his hands through his hair. How did he ever get fooled for the whole seven months? How can he be so oblivious? No wonder Maysaa didnt want to get intimate at all ever since her bump shows. He thought it was hormones or something.

"Tae, baby please..." her sobbing never stopped.

"Why? Why would you even do this?!"

"I dont want to lose you Tae," she tries to explain between sobs. "When Y/N got pregnant I got insecure. Shes so perfect and nice and Im scared you will leave me when the baby is born!"

"You know what, she is perfect. She is! Shit, I ignored her pregnancy for the whole 7 months for you fake pregnancy?!" Taehyung start to realized. "All the pain she had to endure alone. The checkups and appointments, for you?! Fuck, I'm suing you. You and your fake doctor, I'll sue them all!"

"You can do anything Tae. But baby please dont leave me. I-I love you," Maysaa is desperate. How is she supposed to leave without Taehyung? She just cant.

Taehyung scoff.

"You think I'll still be with you? You selfish, lying, manipulative bi-" Taehyung raised a hand to give her a tight slap but it was halted when his phone rang.

"Tae? Where the fuck are you? Wheres Y/N? Is everything okay?" Namjoon calls him in panic, making Taehyung confused.

"Y/N? Shes at the hotel. I left her there when I took Maysaa to the hospital hyung. You will not believe what this b-"

"Tae, Y/N is not in the hotel and the floor is covered with blood. You are saying shes not with you?" Namjoon cut him off. And the mention of not in the hotel and blood, Taehyung panics. Did something happened to his princess? To their baby?

"W-what do you mean?" Taehyung raised his voice. "Hyung, tell me. What happened? Wheres Y/N? Go and look around for her hyung! And what blood? How much blood?!"

"A-a lot Tae. Like a lot, a lot," Namjoon's voice laced with worry. "Wait, Kookie just called Jimin. Maybe he knows where Y/N is," a mix of voice filled the receiver, making Taehyung more worried as he presses the phone to try to hear what they are saying.

"Hello, guys!"

"Tae! Kookie took Y/N to her hospital. Shes bleeding Tae. Sh-" Taehyung didnt wait any longer and ran across the parking lot to the hospital building, but Maysaa catch hold of his hand. God, he forgot shes even here.

"Tae, baby. Where ate you going?! We are not done yet!" She cried out, tears ran down her face without stopping. Taehyung growls and shake his hand loose from her grip.

"Dont fucking call me baby. Dont fucking even call me anything! I should have known you are no good! I shouldnt even start with you! I have to go,"

"Tae, no!" Maysaa kneels down and hugs his leg. "Please Tae, dont leave me. I need you!" She is sobbing hysterically now but it doesnt spark even a bit of sympathy in Taehyung. All he can think about is all the tears he had cause Y/N from the very first day he brought Maysaa into her life. Y/N is the one who need him. She has been needing him for months but he wasnt there. He chose not to be there.

Princess, I am so sorry. I'm coming princess. Im coming. Wait for me. I promised you. I promised that I'll take care of you and our baby. I failed.

"Let go!" He shake his leg loose. "We are fucking over Maysaa. I'll deal with you later. And if, if anything happen to Y/N, I swear I'll make you pay!" With that Taehyung rans off, leaving Maysaa crying on her knees in the parking lot.

/////

"A-at least," she pants. "I- I'm h-appy K-kookie," Y/N gave a small smile between her pain as Jungkook followed her as she was rushed by the doctors to the emergency operation room. A few minutes after Jungkook burst into the hospital, Y/N's doctor immediately take over and set her up for an emergency operation.

The baby has to come out now.

"Happy? How can you be happy with Tae-hyung being such an asshole Y/N? Stop this Y/N! He dont deserve your smile!" Jungkook yell through his tears.

"B-because I-I will make sure I'll deliver his d-daughter safe a-and sound Kookie," she smile with enough pain to break Jungkook's heart. Blood is still all over her clothes and the stretcher bed. "T-tell him... tell hi-"

"You will tell him yourself! You will be okay. You and your daughter will be okay!" Jungkook cried out. He dont know what is going on. All he knows is that Y/N is in pain and theres a lot of blood. Everywhere.

But the panic her doctor showed once he was informed told Jungkook that this is not just a normal pregnancy bleeding or anything like it.

What is going on? And why is Y/N acting like shes saying goodbye?

"I-I'm s-sorry b-but I-I wont Kookie," Y/N's hands reached out and grasp Jungkook's shirt tight one last time. "T-tell Tae t-that I w-wasnt a-able to keep his s-song happy forever, but she will. H-his d-daughter will,"

With that, Y/N hands grazed his shirt and hands one last time as she was rolled away into the operation theatre with one last tired smile towards Jungkook, leaving him standing alone, crying in front of the door.

/////

"Y/N?! Y/N!" Taehyung is breathless as he ran to the hospital room, slamming opened the door, followed by his five hyungs who is trying to catch up, after getting to know Y/N's whereabouts after a series of forcing and threatening to sue and hit every nurse downstairs, only to find Jungkook with a tear stricken face holding a crying baby girl in his arms.

"Y..Y/N?" Taehyung cant no longer think straight as he look around. "Where the fuck is Y/N Jungkook?!" He yelled when the maknae didnt answer.

"Y/N!" Taehyung yelled, frantically looking around, they said shes here, then where is she?! Jungkook ignored him, eyes fixed in the baby girl, a sad smile grazed his wet face.

"This is your daughter hyung. She looks just like Y/N," Jungkook's voice is so soft everyone almost missed it, snapping Taehyung out from his hysteric state.

His daughter?

His daughter with Y/N? The daughter that the two of them has been waiting for all this while? Shes finally here! But Y/N isnt here with them. She isnt here celebtating this moment with him.

Shes not here. And she will never ever be.

Taehyung took the baby from Jungkook's arms with shaky hands and carressed the beautiful, tiny face.

"Y/N asked me to tell you..." Jungkook sobbed. "S-she asked me to tell you, that she hope that y-your daughter will be able to keep your song happy, because she is unable to do it any longer," Jungkook wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and start to walked out, stopping with his back facing Taehyung once he is at the door. "But honestly hyung, I dont think you deserve a happy song,"

Taehyung didnt say anything. He couldnt say anything. All he could do is hug the little girl tight in his arms as tears pours down, not showing any sign of stopping.

The little girl who is the only piece of Y/N left for him.

The only piece left of his song.

"You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

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softforimjaebum · 7 years

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touch me

Oneshot

Park Jinyoung x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: sub!Jinyoung smut (basically)

Summary: I’ll fucking digest you, one kiss at a time

Author’s Note: As a commemoration to our Peachy turning 23 I thought we can all indulge in a little filth! This actually almost drove me insane because Jaebum kept distracting me but it is finally done! Hope you have fun reading<3

Warning: Okay, so there is all sorts of filth in there including dirty talk, a little thigh riding, toys, denial, the works of it. You’ve been warned.

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Jinyoung liked to be the one in control in the bedroom, everyone and probably their mothers knew that. And it was never much of an issue in your relationship with him because you liked to sub. There probably wasn't a submissive bone in Jinyoung’s body or a submissive trait in his personality.

And that is exactly why the sight in front of you was turning you on even more than normal. Jinyoung was on the bed, not a single piece of clothing on his body, his hands tied to either side of the bed. You were sitting between his spread legs, your hands feeling up his gorgeous legs while his eyes followed every single movement you made, defiance clear in his demeanor. He was still trying to be the one in control, but you could break that out of him. Or that is what your aim was anyway.

You let your fingertips brush his upper thighs, just short of his cock. You then lightly scratched down his thighs, only to begin the process again.

“Touch me” he ordered when you refused to give him any satisfaction.

“I am touching you” you said simply, and it was true. You were technically touching him, just not where he wanted.

“Touch my fucking cock” he huffed, clearly frustrated at the teasing.

“Tch tch tch Park Jinyoung. I thought I was clear on how you weren’t in control of anything that happens in this bedroom tonight. But maybe I wasn't clear enough”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you grabbed his cock, and his reply choked out as a groan instead. Your hand moved slowly from the base all the way up to the tip, then back down. Jinyoung fought back the groans by biting his lips at your excruciatingly slow pace.

You remembered clear as a day that you told him you wanted him to be loud; you wanted to hear how you were making him feel. He was clearly in defiance still.

“Aw baby, look at you choking back your moans thinking that you're still in control of denying me something. But its okay, we can break that out of you too”

Jinyoung threw what you could only describe as stinky eyes. You grabbed the lube you had kept nearby and squirted some into your palm. Spreading it all over his cock, you maintained a slow speed. But once you were satisfied with how lubed he was, you began to pick up pace.

You could tell Jinyoung was trying to slightly buck into your hand impatiently, so you decided to put him out of his misery and grant him that wish.

You went a little faster, looking up at Jinyoung whose eyes were burning into yours. At this, his hips bucked up just a little faster, and you didn't want to apprehend him just yet. You had a better plan in mind.

Focusing on the head of his cock and the vein that ran along the underside that drove him wild, you felt Jinyoung’s body go rigid; a clear sign that he was close. You ran your hand over the head one last time before pulling away completely, letting however close he was to an orgasm fade away.

“Fuck! I was close. Why would you-” Jinyoung exclaimed as soon as he felt your hands leave him. He cut himself short though, knowing exactly why you had stopped.

He had done the same to your countless times; sometimes to teach you a lesson and sometimes just to watch you squirm. He had a feeling you did it for a little bit of both.

“That's too bad” you cooed at him, your voice much sweeter than your actions. “But I’m nowhere near finished playing with you, neither am I pleased at your behavior”

He hated to admit it to himself, but having you talk down to him wasn’t actually that bad. He could feel his defiance slipping, but he was determined to hold onto it.

With that, your hand returned to his cock. Or well, your thumb did. You focused right on his head, rubbing along the underside and then going up to collect the drop of pre-cum. You watched him as he followed your hand, his eyes dilating a little when you put that thumb in your mouth, sucking lighting. It wasn’t a secret that Jinyoung had a bit of an oral fixation, and you were using it your advantage.

He groaned low in his throat and shut his eyes to avoid the sight in front of him. He refused to give up, for now.

Your hand found its way back to his cock, stroking him leisurely. Knowing Jinyoung was already sensitive, it didn't take you too long to rile him up again. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep his pleasure at bay.

You leaned down towards him and said “Eyes down here”

He felt your breath fanning over his skin and his eyes shot open, finding yours immediately. You leaned down and placed a single kiss on his v line and then one directly on his cock. The feeling made Jinyoung moan out loud, making you greedier than before to hear that noise again. It wasn't like Jinyoung was quiet in the bedroom, but this was closer to a whine and you loved hearing it.

“There you go, that's exactly what I wanna hear” you said, repeating your action and making him moan again.

Jinyoung was looking at you, his eyes hazy with lust, mirroring your own. You let your hand grab him again as he held your eyes. He licked his lip and it took everything in you to not lean down and kiss those plump lips

You stopped, once again, and this time Jinyoung pulled at his restraints and groaned.

“Make me cum”

“Ah Jinyoungie where are your manners?”

You bit him right on his collarbone to get your point across and he moaned a low “Please”

“Not loud enough”

“Its all you're gonna get”

He was stubborn, but so were you.

“Hmm”

You got back to teasing him again, and he was visibly struggling to keep still and keep quiet. You let your fingers graze his balls lightly before getting back to teasing him, never once going all the up to the head. Your fingers touched his cock, but you refused to give him the friction he wanted. He was visibly riled up, and you flashed a quick smile to him before getting off the bed.

He whined at you departure, and as a little reward for his whine, you faced away from him, giving him a full view of your ass as you took your panties off. You wiggled your butt just a little more than usual to tease him. After you were done, you got back on the bed, settling on one of his thighs and grinding on it just a little.

“Mmm, Jinyoungie, can you feel how wet I am?” you said, still riding his thigh, making sure to press yourself down hard enough on him to make him feel your wetness. He moaned again, a deeper one that the last one, and it was music to your ears.

You let yourself feel the friction for a while longer before you diverted your attention back to his leaking cock.

“Do you like how this feels baby?” you asked him, touching his cock with just one finger.

“More” was all he said, but you were hell bent on hearing him say please.

You pretended to not hear him at all as you continued teasing him with just one finger. You traced the vein you knew drove him insane, going all the way up to the slit and then back down again.

“More, please” he said, much louder than the last time he had said it.

“You're learning” you said as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

You continued to rub yourself on his naked thigh as your hand worked his cock, keeping the pace of your hand the same as the one that he felt on his thigh. His eyes were glued to where you were on his thigh and you knew fully well he could see your wetness sticking to his thigh, and how much that turned him on.

“Should I take your cock in my mouth baby?” you asked suddenly, his attention instantly shifting to your face. “Should I? Should I lick it and suck on it just how you like?”

You knew Jinyoung loved it when you talked to him; he always made you speak up about exactly what he was doing to you.

“Ah fuck, please, I’m going crazy here babe” he whined.

You got off his thigh, settling down between his legs again. You kissed his thigh, licking up the mess you made on him as he watched you.

Jinyoung groaned at the sight before him, just the feeling of your tongue on his thigh was turning him on beyond belief. At this point, he would beg to you all you wanted if you just let him cum.

You started off licking up a stripe all the way from the base of his cock up to the head. You took a hold of his cock, rubbing it on your lips before lightly smacking it on your lips, exactly how he usually teased you while waiting for you to beg him to let you suck his cock.

“Please”

You smiled, darting your tongue out to taste him and then wrapping your lips around him fully. You swirled your tongue around his head, enjoying how smooth he felt against your tongue. You held the base with one hand as you took him just a little deeper into your mouth, sucking your cheeks in as you did. It was still not deep enough to satisfy him, just deep enough for you to be able to tease him.

He tried to buck up into your mouth, but you used your other hand to hold his hips down as you came back up, letting your tongue trail a wet stripe up his cock. Still in the mood to tease, you kissed the head once again, your lips puckered and wet, letting him feel your soft lips against him.

He whimpered, desperate to feel more of your mouth.

“Should I put you out of your misery?” you asked him, repeating the words he used the first time he edged you for over an hour. You remembered you were a whimpering mess, much worse than he currently was. And truth be told, you didn’t have as much patience as him, you couldn’t even think about edging him for that long tonight.

“Please baby”

“So pretty” you complimented as you placed sloppy kisses all the way down his cock, and then back up.

Taking the head in your mouth once again, you sucked on it like you would to a lollipop, and Jinyoung let out a loud whine. Neither of you had a thing for sloppy blowjobs, he liked to fuck your mouth but he wasn’t into it being excessively messy. But tonight you could make an exception.

You took him deeper, your throat slightly gagging and your eyes starting to water. Concentrating on your breathing the next time you went down, you were able to take all of him. You held him there, knowing just how much he loved it, but Jinyoung’s hips bucked just a little making you gag around him. The tears you had been holding back now escaped your eyes, and you pulled away from him, a string of saliva evident between his cock and your mouth.

“Ah baby, sorry” Jinyoung said, looking at you with worry evident in how rigid his body was.

You cough a little, grabbing the towel kept with the lube to wipe your mouth with one hand while the other rubbed his inner thigh

“Relax” you managed to say in between deep breaths to calm yourself.

He seemed to relax a little at your words, but soon you were calm enough to pay him attention again.

You picked up right where you left off, taking him deep in your mouth with the exception of remembering to hold his hips down. You took him all the way in and held him there again until you were out of breath. When you came up to breathe, you could lazily stroke him until you were ready to go down on him again. Unable to move his hips, all Jinyoung was left to do was whine and pull at his restraints.

“Baby please, please. I need to cum” he managed to choke out as you came up for air again.

“You wanna cum in my mouth, Jinyoungie? And then watch me swallow it?” you asked, still teasing his cock at a leisurely pace.

Jinyoung whimpered at the image you were giving him, he loved to see you swallow his cum and both of you knew this too well. This was the one thing he loved to see you put up a show about, everything else he liked done just how he liked it.

He looked so needy; needier than you had ever seen him.

But you still weren't done playing with him. You let go of his cock, much to the disappointment of your whining boyfriend.

“Please, I can’t” you heard Jinyoung say, his voice breathy and low, and his face contouring in pain from his fading orgasm.

You quickly leaned in to kiss his lips, unable to help yourself after which you got off the bed and towards the closet that was to the right of your bed. You opened the drawer at the bottom; the one you had both labeled as “kinky shit” and took the vibrating wand that Jinyoung had bought just a week ago, the one he was so excited to use on you.

You figured you may as well christen it today and give him a show of it while you were at it. Climbing onto the bed you settled between his legs again, turning on the wand to the slowest setting. You let it graze his thigh, sending shock waves through his body. You could hear Jinyoung’s breathing getting heavier by the second as you moved the hand upwards towards his hard cock.

Stopping just short of where he thought the wand was going, you moved to sit right on his abdomen. You put both your legs either side of him, supporting yourself with your knees. Tracing a line down the center of his chest with the wand, you grazed your own thighs with it, the vibration making you moan out loud.

Jinyoung knew exactly what you were going to do. His first thought had been you would tease him with that wand, but he could see that you planned to use it on yourself and make him watch; which was so much worse than having it used on him.

He watched as you leaned back just a little, giving him a clear view of yourself, and grazed your clit with the very tip of the wand, letting out a low mewl.

“Jinyoungie, this feels so good baby. You really know what toys to buy for me don’t you?” you teased, repeating your actions a few more times.

You increased the speed and placed the wand flat between his abdomen and your clit. Holding the wand steady with one hand, you used the other hand to reach behind you and grab him. You stroked him leisurely as you slowly started to move against the wand.

Jinyoung tried, futilely, to pull at his restraints. All he wanted to do was flip you over and fuck you into the mattress, but there a larger part of him that just wanted to feel good, wanted you to do anything that would help him relieve some of the pressure building inside his body.

Your voice was dripping with lust as you moaned his name above him, and he was helpless to do anything but watch as you made a mess of yourself on his abdomen.

You could feel how hard Jinyoung was trying to keep himself from bucking into your hands, and you rode the wand faster. His eyes were glued to the wand, his face reflecting just how needy he felt, his mouth slightly agape. His lips were slightly swollen from all the times he had bit down on them tonight, and as he darted his tongue out to wet his lips, you had to be the one trying really hard to control yourself. Riding his face was on your list, but it could wait just a little more.

To kick things up a notch, you slid the wand inside you just a little; the new feeling washing over you like a tide of pleasure. Jinyoung whined at your action, giving in to bucking his hips into your hand.

“Look at you baby, I bet you could cum like this couldn’t you? Watching me fuck myself with a toy while I stroke your cock?”

“Yes, fuck I could. Baby please, I just wanna cum” he said, his eyes pleading you along with his words.

“For you” he added, earning a smile from you.

“What a good boy you are, my Jinyoungie” you cooed, letting go of his cock. “But don’t you think your manners earlier tonight deserve a little punishment?

You leaned back again, supporting yourself on the bed with one hand while spreading your legs further, letting Jinyoung see you up close.

“Like watching me make myself cum on you, without any help from you, knowing that you could’ve been the one to do this?”

You increased the speed of the wand to the highest speed, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. But you wanted to hold out and see Jinyoung squirm just a little more before you let yourself go.

As you continued to rub the wand, Jinyoung tore his eyes away from where your hand was busy with the wand and looked straight into your eyes, pleading for you. Just the look in his eyes was enough to break your restraint. You came, moaning his name and collapsing forward onto his chest. You only moved to remove the wand after you became too sensitive for it to be anywhere near your clit.

You stayed on his chest for a little while, trying to calm down your breathing.

“You know, that has to be one of the hottest things I’ve seen” you heard Jinyoung say, and you pushed yourself off his chest laughing at him. You pecked his lips, letting your guard down for a second.

Jinyoung was smiling up at you and you let your hand slowly go down to your wetness, slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” you asked, a little too sweetly and Jinyoung instantly suspected you were up to something. “But...don’t you wish you could taste me?”

You looked down at your hand, Jinyoung’s eyes following yours. Upon being sure that his eyes were seeing the actions of your hand, you dripped one finger inside you. He groaned as he saw what you were up to.

“Please”

“Please what?”

“Please let me taste you”

You pretend to think for a second before taking your finger out; collecting whatever wetness you could on two fingers and smeared it on his lips. Even in the dim lights of your bedroom you could see his lips shining with your wetness.

He parted his lips, letting you put your fingers in his mouth. He was tentative as first, only licking around your fingers but soon got the hang of it, starting to get more and more adventurous with it. He was soon sucking on your fingers, combining it with occasionally scraping your fingers with his teeth.

“Do you want more?” you asked

“Yes!” he exclaimed before adding, “please”

You took your fingers out of his mouth, shimming further up his body. You put your legs on either side of his face and looked down at him. His eyes were staring back at you, and you winked at him.

“Make me cum, and I may let you cum tonight” you said, before lowering yourself down on his waiting mouth.

Jinyoung licked a long stripe all the way from your slit, the feeling of his tongue sending chills all over your body. You held onto the headboard for support as you let Jinyoung’s tongue do whatever it pleased.

He focused on your clit, sucking and licking and grazing his teeth as lightly as he could, doing his best to make you cum. One strong flick of his tongue had you jerking your hips against him, one of your hands coming down to grab his hair as you started moving your hips against his face. When Jinyoung noticed your movements, he groaned, sending delicious vibrations throughout your body.

You looked down at Jinyoung, his eyes staring up at you as he let you ride his face. He gave up on trying to maintain control of how his tongue, instead letting you do as you pleased with it.

“That’s it baby boy, just like that-ah, keep making me feel good”

Jinyoung moaned again, the vibrations from his noise hitting your clit just right.

The feeling of his tongue against your folds was driving you delirious, and you soon felt the all familiar sensation in the depths of your stomach. It didn’t help that your previous orgasm left you a lot more susceptible to giving in, not that you minded. The image of Jinyoung between your thighs was enough to send you over the edge.

When you hit your high, Jinyoung’s name came out in a whimper than the shout you were expecting. Your body went rigid, but Jinyoung continued to lick until you pushed his face away from you and got off his face.

For a couple of seconds you couldn’t think straight, you laid besides Jinyoung as he continued to watch you. When your bones didn’t feel like jelly anymore, you opened your eyes to Jinyoung smiling widely at you. Upon seeing this, you leaned into him, the mess you made evident on his face and kissed him. His lips moved gracefully against yours, there was no hurry in the kiss.

He broke the kiss midway, much to your surprise. Jinyoung would kiss you every moment you two were alone if he could.

“More” he whispered, leaving you confused.

“Sit on my face. I wanna make you cum again, please”

It was your turn to smile at him.

“Aw baby, but don’t you want me to sit on your pretty little cock instead?”

Jinyoung whimpered at the thought, pleasing you had diverted his attention from his own needs but now that you reminded him, he was right back at the edge.

“Please baby. Please”

“If you want it bad enough, I will. But you have to let me know just how bad you want me”

“Please baby I want it so bad” he begged. “I want you on my cock so bad. I wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you so good”

At his words, you let yourself touch yourself again. You loved when he talked to you, and boy did he have a filthy mouth when it came to you.

He noticed how you had started to touch yourself, making is defiance build up again. He loved that he could have that effect on you by just using his words.

“Yeah you love getting off on my words don’t you, my little whore?” he said, clearly on a power trip.

Jinyoung calling you a whore in the bedroom wouldn’t normally be a problem; it was a known fact between the two of you that you loved a little degradation. Nothing too extreme, but name calling always got you going.

But tonight was different. He should have known you weren’t going to play nice at his words.

Upon hearing his words you stopped touching yourself, looking at him disapprovingly.

“You were doing so good...” you tutted at him, your hand travelling to his chest.

“Apologise to me, Park Jinyoung” you said, digging your nails into his chest.

You knew your actions would leave angry red crescent shapes on his chest, but at this point you didn’t care.

He winced in pain, but didn’t apologise.

“Apologise, or you get left like this for the night” you said, dragging your nails down his chest. He let out a loud groan, half in pain and half in arousal. You saw the light red marks appearing on his chest almost immediately.

Jinyoung stayed quiet, thinking you wouldn’t actually go through on your words. He knew you both needed a release, and there was just no way you would actually leave him tied to your bed.

When he said nothing, you withdrew your hands and got off the bed. You were barely near the door when you heard him mutter a quiet apology.

“That is not loud enough, Park Jinyoung. And we both know it” you said, throwing him a single glance as you yanked the door open.

“I’m sorry!” he almost shouted. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”

“Hmm...if only you weren’t such a bad boy I had planned on letting you cum inside me like you’ve been begging me to let you, my Jinyoungie” you said, closing the door and walking back to the bed.

Jinyoung’s eyes widened at your words. He had been trying to convince you for the past month to try it with him, confessing to you that it was one of his kinks. But you had been slightly on the fence, for the obvious reasons.

He mentally cursed himself for ever muttering those words and forgetting that he wasn’t allowed to call you that tonight.

“You should be thankful I’m even letting you cum tonight at all” you said, positioning yourself on top of him.

You gave him a few tugs to make sure he was ready for you, sinking down on him effortlessly. The feeling of him filling you up to the brim wasn’t anything new, but it still felt just as exquisite every time.

Truth be told you really did plan on leaving him tied up, at least for a while, even if he did apologise. But your need had gotten the best of you. He looked so delectable on your bed, helpless and turned on, that you couldn’t help but indulge yourself.

You started moving your hips, a little at a time until you could tell Jinyoung wanted more than just your hips grinding on him. You placed both your hands on his chest, just short of where you had initially scratched him, and rose up ever so slowly. Sinking back down you dug your nails into his skin again, much lighter than last time.

Jinyoung raised his hips up to meet yours, hoping to get a little more pressure than you were currently giving him. You were beyond the point of caring, chasing another orgasm. You brought yourself down on him harder and faster, panting as you did. You could tell by the noises Jinyoung was making that he was close, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t even think about cumming before me” you warned him as you brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing firm circles.

“Baby please” Jinyoung begged, and the need in his voice sent you spiralling down into your orgasm. You rode your high out, highly aware of Jinyoung holding out for you still.

You quickly got off him and stroked his cock, now slick with your wetness.

“Come on Jinyoung, cum” you said, and it was all he needed to let go.

He came in long white stripes covering your hand and his own abdomen, writhing in pleasure. You kept stroking him until he rode out his own high, his body shaking from the intense orgasm. When he whined at you from being oversensitive, you took your hand away from him and reached for the towel beside you. You wiped your hand, and then his abdomen, Jinyoung still reeling from his high.

You then moved to undo the knots on his wrists, the left one first and then the right one. As soon as he was free, he grabbed you, pulling you down onto the bed with him.

His arms snaked around your body while his forehead rested on your shoulders, quickly placing a kiss on your back. He then nuzzled into your back making you giggle.

“Let me get up and get the ointment for your wrists, I’m sure they’re bruised by now”

Jinyoung protested by gripping onto you even tighter.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that. Aftercare is important; that’s the rule” you said, gently taking his wrists in your hands and setting yourself free.

When you came back to the bed with the ointment you found Jinyoung still in the position you left him. When he saw you, he pouted and opened his arms at you.

You put the ointment around his wrists, which as you had expected were already showing signs of bruising. Then you moved onto his chest, and the initial scratches you had made there did a lot more damage than expected. Jinyoung watched you as you applied the ointment everywhere it was needed, blissful and content.

“Come back to bed” he whined, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with you.

You decided that the tube of ointment could be kept back in its place later, keeping it on the bedside table before settling into the bed with Jinyoung.

“You should do this more often” he said, taking you by surprise.

“Park Jinyoung wants to submissive, who thought I’d live to see this day?” you teased.

“Let me rephrase that sentence” Jinyoung said upon further consideration, “You should do this sometimes”

You laughed at him and he kissed you before continuing, “And next time, I promise I will really be a good boy for you”

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tarredion · 3 years

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1 and 27? :)

thank u for the ask sweetums,, <3

1. What's your favorite kind of fic to write?

i’m having difficulty answering this question right of the bat tbh, bcs i feel like i can find good things in all i’m writing - eg. i really like the concept and style of the dragon au, and thats a chaptered story with looong chapters, while i checked and i think most of my fics are oneshots under 5k words? which isn’t surprising tbh despite how long i sometimes seem to write my descriptions i dont often bite away so many words (i dont prefer either, essentially)

my thing is mostly just to write the concept i enjoy and see how much it ends up as. i did have a lot of fun writing the last two fics of 2020 bcs they were so short and such a fast lil thing to write that surprisingly (for more of a first/second draft) turned out rlly good?

i guess for this answer i won't give a specific ‘kind’ of fic in terms of length or how it comes to life, but rather which tropes or theme or ‘vibe’ i enjoy lmao

this is a ramble but what im trying to say is that ‘kind of fic’ is up to interpretation :D and therefore i will say i enjoy writing mostly fluffy things n mostly established relationship bcs i dont enjoy uncertainty too much. and always, always, a happy ending (looking at u lil concept over there that follows the ambiguous ending)

27. Easiest part of writing?

easiest?? is anything easy lmao

i did have a writing spur the last couple of days n i was really happy with the results, so then coming up with ideas and putting them down just as i wanted to was very easy. this... doesnt apply all the time though

this isnt the act of writing itself, though i think i have a quite easy time (in my head) to come up with descriptions for everything. but this isnt often benifital (an exception would be the dragon au), and as both english is my second language and i can’t w o r d sometimes,, it can sometimes be really hard to put it down on the page and have it makes sense to anyone that isn’t me - ive ran into the problem multiple times, and ofc i wouldn't notice until... someone else read it. I’m really glad i have some good buds looking out for me that can tell me if it .. doesnt

went on another rant!! maybe i should apologize to anyone reading oops

i would say that maybe that can be my answer - describing things originally. all i really do after that is saw n cut things down.

but,, i wanna answer a bit more on this one bcs its not clear cut (i need to stop w the puns) -- so read more below?

lol ok so i had random thought-- writing/describing phil. hes cute. i like him. i can describe his lil face n stuff, i guess. maybe that plays into a lil that i find writing characters physical descriptions easy? and i dont mean easy as in incorporating them into the story - that varies,, but more like. i see ur face and i know which adjectives to use yes yes (dont tell me to do it from memory tho visual imagination s u c k s)

maybe that is the moral - i write, describe, good, easy

...and i would say it probably is- still want to answer m o r e though (if this is getting annoying i dont blame u)

the easiest part in terms of the p r o c e s s of writing is not the act of jotting down dialogue or fleshing out thoughts or characters or knowing the space or even coming up with ideas (though they are plenty yet fleeting) but,, the random thought stage - as i call it (now. i came up with it just now. dont be fooled). i use this in dms and (unfortunately) quite a lot in a lot of my wips lmao (ospbb fic im so sorry for u) wayyy before i come up with exactly what i need to write instead of what i want. its literally just sending you random thoughts, ideas, incoherent or coherent, into a place outside ur brain where they can survive. sometimes they become one liner openings to a potential fic, or segments of a story that needs to unravel later on (once again, ospbb fic), or only conceptually strung-together phrases of 7k words of smut (woops. might flesh it out sometimes)

but yeah. long post long answers weird brain,, i think thats just it.. n 27 is ,, descriptions, and random thought stage

#asjaksdfjs #me #ask game #long post #fanfiction #writing

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my-one-love-is-music · 6 years

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Tim Travel Ch. 6

So this is it. We have reached the final chapter of this fic that I started so many months ago. As some of you may remember or maybe you've forgotten, or maybe just didn't know in the first place, whatever your stance, it's fine, but as you may or may not know, this was intended to be a short 4-5k oneshot, but it has grown into something 10x longer.

I've poured a great deal of heart and soul into this in character development and working with the events that occurred in this and building the relationship. I'm very much excited to share this last chapter because writing it alone tugged at my heart strings.

So please enjoy it, as I have, because as much as we try and would yearn for it, none of us have a crazy scientist capable of sending us back to the beginning of this fic, but maybe reading the final chapter will help remind you why you started it in the first place.

<3 MOLIM

Also on AO3!

Tim stared down at the phone in his hands and turned to look at Jason who was sitting next to him, body rigid and tense.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” he asked.

Jason hunched his shoulders and glanced at Tim out of the corner of his eye before resuming his staring contest with the floor.

“It’s probably better if you do it. I don’t know how happy B would be if he got a phone call from me.”

Tim nodded. “I can understand that. The conversation would be less likely to go well if the two of you were having it. I’m not sure you’d even get around to the point of the call.”

The corner of Jason’s lips ticked upwards for a second. It was a relief for Tim. He was glad that he could still break through Jason’s façade even with something like this.

“But,” Tim continued. “Are you sure you want to have the dinner? Are you ready for this? Do you think you can handle it?”

Jason sighed and hung his head further, gaze boring into the floor. “Am I ready? No. I am the furthest thing from ready from having to tell the man who’s suspicious of everything I do that I’m dating you. Do I think I can handle it? Maybe. I can’t say that yelling won’t be involved. But am I sure? Absolutely,” he said, turning to look at Tim. “I’m as sure about this as I am about my feelings with you and I know that I don’t want to let this be ripped from my hands so I don’t think there’s any point in putting it off.”

Tim fought down the warmth that threatened to consume him and all of the words that wanted to spill from his lips. He wanted to tell Jason so many things, but now wasn’t the time to do that. He had a phone call to make and if he didn’t do it in that moment, then it would just keep getting pushed further and further back.

He scrolled through his contacts and found the number for Bruce’s personal phone. Hopefully, he would take it as the least life-threatening and emergency inducing option and wouldn’t be halfway to the Batmobile before even answering the call. He hit dial and held the phone up to his ear. He briefly thought that he should’ve called Alfred instead.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Bruce, I have something I wanted to ask you,” Tim started slowly.

“Okay. What is it?”

“I was hoping that we could have dinner this weekend, but not just us. Jason wants to be there, too.”

There was a painful silence on the phone and Tim winced, imagining what was probably going through Bruce’s mind at the moment. Most of it wasn’t very pleasant.

“Just the three of us?” he clarified.

“Yes.” Tim rubbed a hand over his forehead. Waiting for him to hang up or agree or maybe the world would end right then and he wouldn’t have to worry about the answer. The silence pounded over the line and struck Tim over the head with its ferocity.

“I’ll let Alfred know you’ll be by this weekend. Be here for the usual time we have our dinners on Sundays,” he said, shortly.

Tim blinked, surprised that he’d agreed so quickly.

“Tim?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, snapping out of his daze. “Yeah that sounds great. We’ll see you then.”

Bruce ended the call before Tim could even think about saying goodbye and he lowered the phone from his hand to stare at the screen that blinked back to where Bruce’s contact was on his phone.

“So he agreed?” Jason asked.

Tim turned to face him and nodded. Jason let out a heavy breath and sagged against the back of the couch.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tim asked.

“I feel like I should be asking you that since you were the one on the phone with him,” Jason tried to joke, but Tim could see the accumulation of everything life had thrown at him hovering behind his gaze. His pupils were hollower than they usually were, reflecting the agonizing experiences he’d gone through.

Tim smiled and scooted closer to Jason, letting his head rest on his shoulder and leaving his arm to drape across Jason’s stomach. Jason’s arm wrapped tightly around him and pulled him close enough were Tim was practically sitting his lap. To make the position more comfortable, Tim swung his legs up and over Jason’s so they came to rest on the other side of the couch.

“It’ll be fine,” Tim murmured. “We’re going to have dinner on Sunday. We’ve got a whole week to prepare. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

Jason snorted, but tried tugging him closer, seeking to eliminate any space between them. Tim rubbed his thumb over the fabric of Jason’s shirt where his hand had come to rest. Jason ducked his head and kissed the side of Tim’s head.

“If you’re with me, I think I can handle anything. Even a stuffy old dinner with B.”

Tim smiled. “Don’t let Alfred hear you say that. I don’t think he’d take too kindly to his food being called stuffy.”

Jason chuckled softly. Tim could tell he was trying to make his voice light and airy to avoid suspicion, but Tim could still hear the slight strain underneath it. He snuggled closer and tightened his grip, hoping to offer some form of comfort before Jason was faced with the lion’s den. Tim knew he would be facing some of the same skepticism, but it seemed insignificant to the adversity Tim knew Jason would surely face at the hands of Bruce.

He wasn’t sure how much convincing it was going to take to make him believe their relationship. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if they would be able to get his approval. But that didn’t mean Tim wasn’t going to try. He would fight his hardest for this, for Jason more than himself. It would be a sign of peace. A small olive branch that things weren’t as tenuous as they seemed to be. And that Jason might not be as on the fringes of the family as he thought.

The week passed in a blur. Even though Tim had more distractions than Jason, it still amazed him when Friday was upon them, and then Saturday, and finally Sunday. The fact he was nervous and ill at ease must’ve meant Jason was experiencing a worse range or emotions.

Jason hid it well, keeping his emotions masked underneath the surface as he’d practiced for so long, but Tim could feel the tension in his muscles and the nervous energy that thrummed under his skin. He almost wanted to joke with Jason that he was on the verge of being the flash, able to vibrate right out of the situation.

But they were determined. This was something that needed to happen and they were going to make it work even if it meant leaving the Manor for good after the dinner was over.

Tim kept a tight hold on Jason during the entire ride there. He pushed himself as close as he could and the narrow bike seat would allow and if his grip was on the verge of suffocating Jason, he didn’t comment.

The gates opened before they could press the intercom and Jason eased up the drive until they were waiting at the foot of the stairs. He killed the engine and Tim felt him sigh, his whole body compressing underneath the weight of reality. All his fears and worries dragging his limbs down and making him feel sluggish.

Tim let his grip fall away, freeing Jason from the confines of his arms and pulled off his own helmet. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and waited. Jason’s grip was tight on the handlebars, his gloves pulling taut over his skin and Tim knew if he could see his hands, the knuckles would be white from the strain they were under.

After several long minutes, he managed to loosen his grip and reach for the helmet on his head. He kept his head bowed even after it was removed, fingers rubbing over the smooth surface as thoughts raced through his mind. He let out another sigh that pulled his shoulders even further down with the gravity of the past, present, and future.

Tim reached out a hand and squeezed his shoulder. “Are you ready?” he whispered.

Jason made no sound. Made no move. And then, like the caution of a newborn calf, he raised himself from the seat and swung his leg over the side. Tim followed him and watched as he methodically stowed their helmets underneath the seat.

Jason turned to face the Manor and Tim held out his hand. It was an invitation. He’d be willing to give them away before they could even say anything if it would provide the comfort and strength Jason needed.

Jason reached out and gave Tim’s hand a squeeze, but didn’t link their fingers together, letting their hands fall away instead. Tim stepped forward first, walking towards the stairs with Jason behind him. As usual, Alfred pulled the door open before they could even think to knock.

“Welcome back, sirs,” he said with a small bow, letting them inside. “Master Bruce is waiting for you in the dining room. I will have the first course brought in in a moment.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Tim said, offering him a smile.

“Of course, Master Timothy,” he said, shutting the door behind them.

Jason smiled at him as they left the foyer behind, but refrained from saying anything. Tim wondered what was going through his mind now that they were back. He could be having doubts or questioning whether this was the right course of action.

The doors to the dining room had been propped open by Alfred and they walked through, taking the available seats on either side of where Bruce sat at the head of the table. Bruce looked over them both as they sat, mouth flattened in a thin line.

They sat at the table in silence. Tim glanced between Jason and Bruce. Jason stared hard at his plate and Bruce was looking forward across the dining room. He wanted to sigh because he wished for once he wouldn’t be the one who needed to broach such an uncomfortable topic. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it to swallow when Alfred walked in, pushing a cart with bowls of soup.

“Here you are, sirs,” he said, setting one in front of each of them.

“Thanks Alfred,” Tim murmured. He immediately picked up his spoon and swirled it through the liquid. He glanced at Jason and saw his knuckles were white around his spoon where Bruce sat back, sipping idly. Tim allowed himself to indulge in a few sips, letting the warmth from the liquid seep into his bones and give him the strength he needed to make this work.

Finally gathering the courage to speak, he opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Bruce.

“So what did you really want to talk about?” he asked, eyeing them both before his gaze settled on Tim. “There was an obvious reason for calling this dinner that didn’t have to do with sitting down to eat and enjoy each other’s company.”

Tim cleared his throat. “You’re right. Jason and I did want to talk to you about something.”

Bruce folded his hands into his lap and sat back against his chair. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Tim to continue.

“We-“ Tim started. “Well, you see…”

“Tim and I have spent a lot of time together since he returned from the past,” Jason broke in.

“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Bruce acknowledged. “You too seem to have gotten quite close despite the things that have happened before.”

“I guess we should start there,” Tim mumbled. “You should know that I don’t hold what Jason did against him. We both know that Jason didn’t know it was me who he was attacking and although that doesn’t excuse his behavior, he doesn’t have violent or hateful tendencies towards me.”

Bruce sighed. “If this is about Jason patrolling or being welcome back into the family-“

“Well,” Tim interrupted and winced at having cut him off. “It sort of is in a way. You see-“

“Tim and I are dating,” Jason said, breaking in.

Tim stared at Jason whose gaze was fixed on his plate. He turned to look at Bruce and Tim did the same. Bruce’s face was stoic, not giving away what he felt or how he was processing the bomb Jason had pretty much dropped in his lap.

The silence was loud with all of the possibilities and ways the conversation could go, but no one said anything. Tim could feel his heart racing in his chest and could only imagine what was going through Jason’s mind. Although he seemed more relaxed than anything so he might be completely fine with what he’d just laid out on the table.

Bruce looked between them. “Dating.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”

Tim fought his instinct to whither under Bruce’s gaze, knowing he had to stand firm in this if he didn’t want it to fall apart spectacularly.

“Is this true, Tim?” he asked.

Tim nodded. “It is.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“A couple weeks,” he conceded nervously.

Bruce nodded. “So when Jason came to talk to me during patrol…”

“That was before we started dating,” Jason said quickly. “I didn’t want our friendship to put a strain on Tim’s life and a couple days later we sort of figured out that we both liked each other.”

Bruce nodded again. He picked up his soup spoon and went back to eating without saying or giving anything else away. Tim glanced at Jason who was watching him. His stomach was starting to tie itself into knots and he didn’t think he’d be able to finish the meal. Not when he had no idea what was going to come next.

Tim managed a few more bites of soup when Alfred returned to exchange their plates for the salad. He managed to take a drink of water, the liquid helped to wet his throat that felt dry and constricted, but he wasn’t sure he’d be capable of eating the food in front of him.

“I have concerns about this relationship between you,” Bruce finally said, spearing a few green leaves with his fork as Alfred left the room.

“We sort of expected that,” Tim mumbled.

“What I’m most concerned with is the basis for your romantic attraction. Now-“

“It’s not hero worship,” Jason broke in. “I know everyone is going to think that and both of us even considered the possibility, but it’s not. I didn’t start to have a stronger attachment to Tim after I was brought back. And even then it wasn’t an immediate romantic attraction.”

Bruce chewed a few bites of salad slowly. “What if you’ve built up this idea of Tim in your mind? Even if you’ve refrained from unlikely romantic ideals based in hero worship, that doesn’t mean you haven’t built up an image in your memory of him being a perfect person. If you don’t recognize Tim as a human who does have flaws, it could lead to intense feelings of disillusionment when you come to understand those things.”

Tim felt his stomach turn over. That wasn’t a possibility that he’d even considered when first confronted with Jason’s feelings. He looked across the table, yearning for some answers and was rewarded with an intense, determined look Jason was giving Bruce.

“I know Tim is human. I’m painfully aware of that fact. I know he’s smart and kind and was there for me so many years ago. He’s capable of taking care of others, but doesn’t always take care of himself. He’ll forgo his own needs and think less of himself because he puts so many people before his own well-being.”

Tim felt himself blush at the conversation. He knew it wasn’t a secret the kinds of behaviors he practiced, but it was still embarrassing to have his shortcomings become the top of conversation.

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about him or think less of him,” Jason continued. “I want to take care of Tim and show him why I care about him. Even if he has trouble seeing the beauty in himself, I know it’s still there and I want to know him and all of the quirky, weird things he does every day.”

Tim felt his blush deepen even further and focused on the plate in front of him. The knot in his stomach had unwound somewhat at Jason’s words and the care he used when talking about him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Bruce thought about those statements.

“The two of us were well on our way to building a friendship after we were reunited,” Jason whispered. “We were building a bond that didn’t have any romantic basis even if those feelings did exist in us as individuals. I was more than happy to suppress those feelings if it meant I was able to spend time with Tim and be around him. I didn’t need to have everything that came with a romantic relationship. Being with Tim for who he is was enough.”

Silence hung in the air when Jason finished speaking. Tim hadn’t expected him to reveal so much when he’d been nervous and unsure about telling Bruce about their relationship.

Bruce pulled his gaze from Jason and turned to Tim.

“Jason has told me about his feelings with regards to this situation, but I’m curious as to how you developed through all of this, Tim. You are also part of this relationship and it should be beneficial for both parties.”

The way Bruce spoke, it sounded like he was almost approving of the situation. It left Tim hopeful. He knew he would never be as eloquent as Jason, his confession was testament to that, but he couldn’t be blamed for being honest.

“I don’t know how to explain it really. One moment, I was with Jason when he was still a kid and then he was suddenly all grown up. The difference was jarring at first. I didn’t know what I needed to do or what I should do. I enjoyed the relationship we’d built over a handful of days and it felt like nothing to have that translated into the future.” He looked at Jason who was watching him carefully. “And then we started hanging out. I got to see glimpses of Jason as he used to be and learn more about how he changed.

“And as I learned that it was still him underneath everything that had happened with his death and after he was brought back and after the Pit, it made me happy. I honestly thought it was nothing more than platonic feelings on both sides, but when I realized that Jason felt something more for me, that’s when I started to consider my own feelings and think about things. It took a lot to figure it out. Sure, it may not have taken me weeks or months to realize there were feelings, but it was a lot to sift through.

“And when I realized that I did hold something for Jason that was more than friendship and I knew he felt the same…I couldn’t let the opportunity go. This need grew, to simply be with him and if it meant more than that was great and wonderful and fantastic, but if it meant there wouldn’t be anything other than tag-teaming on patrol or hanging out and watching movies or spending the afternoon at a bookstore, then that was okay, too.”

Tim looked over at Bruce who was watching him, gaze intent.

“I don’t expect you to understand everything that’s going on, but we care for each other and don’t want to see either of us get hurt. We’ve considered the other possibilities our feelings might be rooted in. I know that you probably won’t be excited to know that Dick knows about our relationship, but he had the same concerns and after seeing us together, he knew that we were going to be okay. He was most concerned we were treating each other well and we are.”

Tim sat back, tired after putting so much of himself and his emotions out in the open. He felt like he needed nothing more than a nap to recuperate from all of this. And he didn’t even know what Bruce was feeling yet.

Bruce turned his attention back to his salad. Tim wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was really hoping it wouldn’t take until Alfred brought out dessert for them to know how he felt. If that happened, Tim would really be walking out of the Manor without having eaten anything.

He picked up his own fork and speared a few leaves. Swallowing them was a chore when they wanted nothing more than to be ejected from his stomach. After a few bites, he put down his fork and sat back in his chair.

Tim looked over at Jason who was handling the process of eating better than he was. His gaze flicked up as he took another bite, halfway finished with his food. His eyebrows turned down in confusion and Tim shook his head. He knew Jason wanted to object, but there was nothing to be done about his lacking appetite until Bruce came out and said something.

Alfred entered with the same silver cart as before. This time he replaced their salad plates with what looked to be roasted chicken, potatoes, and grilled asparagus.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce murmured as he left. “You’re right that I don’t understand all of the particulars of your relationship,” he said, turning his attention to them. “I’m still concerned about any lingering effects from the Lazarus Pit that may affect Jason. As Tim’s presence has had a beneficial impact on Jason thus far, I don’t see any harm in the two of you associating with each other. I hope that it continues to have a good impact and you’ll even be led to give up your guns one day, or at least the real bullets.

“Now,” he said, clearing his throat, “I have no objections to this relationship at the moment. As far as I can see, your feelings seem genuine and having Dick back your relationship is reassuring. Even though my concerns remain, I won’t object to the two of you being together as you’ve already put a great deal of thought into this.”

Tim felt relief flood through him. His earlier exhaustion returned after having been strung so tight emotionally and having that released in such a quick manner.

“Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell me you were dating,” he tacked on awkwardly before turning to his untouched main course.

Tim couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips, but he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from outright grinning. Jason smiled back and picked up his fork, nodding at Tim and pointing at his own plate.

Tim didn’t want to eat because of his excitement at the situation, but he knew he needed to and Jason would only get mad at him if he didn’t finish the meal when he could barely stomach the first two courses. The tension in his stomach had eased and he knew he’d be able to get the food down just fine.

Their meal finished without another hitch. Alfred even congratulated them when he brought out dessert which was an entirely Alfred thing to do and they should’ve known he knew exactly what was being said. They were able to stumble through more dinner conversation now that they were all on equal footing even if their parting was a little awkward.

Tim road the whole way back to his apartment, squeezing Jason like his life depended on it and grinning underneath the bike helmet he wore.

“You want to come up?” Tim asked after Jason pulled into the alley next to his complex and he’d dismounted, pulling off his helmet.

“Do you even have to ask?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Sorry,” Tim said, trying to tamp down his grin and failing miserably. “I don’t want to coerce you into anything you might not want to do.”

“You always coerce me into doing everything for you, but it’s okay because I really don’t have any reason to object to doing those things,” he said with a smile.

Rather than walk through the front of the complex, Jason and Tim climbed up the fire escape, but Tim didn’t stop at his window. He kept climbing until he was on top of his roof.

“Any particular reason you brought me up here?” Jason asked, wrapping his arms around Tim from behind.

Tim closed his eyes and leaned his head back against Jason’s chest, readily accepting the kiss he planted on the top of his head.

“No,” he whispered. “I just wanted to take a moment and be with you. As weird as it sounds, this seemed like the least distracting place.”

“We’re vigilantes currently standing on a rooftop in Gotham,” Jason challenged.

Tim chuckled. “I did say ‘as weird as it sounds.’”

He let Jason support his weight for the moment, reveling in the sensation of his body being supported by his. It made everything more real. That they were there together. That nothing had managed to tear them apart yet even though so many things could’ve. It could’ve gone so differently. They could’ve stayed the same as they’d been before Tim had been sent back in time.

But they were different. They were together and something, somewhere-that wasn’t a crazy scientist with a time travel gun-had said that it would be okay for them to come together and be like this.

And that same thing had said it was still okay for them to be like this because as many adversaries that could’ve stayed in their path, didn’t. Dick supported them, Alfred supported them, and even Bruce wasn’t objecting to their relationship even if he still had understandable concerns.

The cool Gotham breeze ruffled Tim’s hair and he shivered, causing Jason to tighten his hold on him.

“If you’re cold we should just go inside. There’s no reason to stand outside and freeze our asses off,” Jason said.

Tim shook his head. “No. I want to stay out here for a little longer.”

They could hear sirens in the distance and the sky was quickly becoming darker. Bruce would be suiting up soon to take care of the citizens on the street and Tim knew he should be too. He needed to patrol and so did Jason, but like Jason had been so fond of teaching him, he was going to take that moment to be selfish.

“Jason?” he asked.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

Tim let out a heavy breath. “I know that things could’ve gone very different and if I hadn’t been sent back in time they would’ve been.”

Jason pulled him closer.

“But I’m glad they didn’t. I’m glad that we ended up here together even though so many things could’ve kept us apart and so many people had the opportunity to get in our way.”

Jason loosened his grip and turned Tim around to face him, cradling his cheek in his hand even as his other arm stayed wrapped around his back.

“I’m glad they didn’t either. If I didn’t have the chance to be with you, I would’ve mourned the loss of a relationship I never knew I needed.”

He dipped his head and met Tim’s lips in a kiss. Where the air was cold around them, Jason’s lips were warm. He pulled back and leaned their foreheads together. Tim kept his eyes shut for a moment, reveling in the feeling and the peace it offered him to stand there and just be.

“I love you, Tim,” Jason whispered.

Tim smiled and let his eyes flutter open so he could meet Jason’s bright gaze.

“I love you, too, Jason.”

The phantom memories of landing on that Gotham rooftop so many years ago played through his mind. He brought up the image of Jason curled up on the couch next to him and how heartbroken they’d both been at his departure. But it wasn't goodbye forever. And it never would be, because Tim knew, deep in his heart, they’d always manage to come back together again no matter how long it took.

#jaytim #molim writes #fic: tim travel #last and final update #thanks for the ride y'all #it's been a good one

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mryddinwilt · 7 years

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CS Oneshot: So Much For My Happy Ending

A Secret Santa gift for @jenswans. It was lovely getting to know you and you have been ridiculously patient with me! I hope this domestic modern AU with multiple meet-cutes exceeds expectations! You absolutely deserve it and much more!

5k | T | FF.net | AO3

The morning wind held a hint of spring as Emma yanked on the door to the coffee shop. She had been living in Boston for three months but had yet to find a regular coffee place. The place closest to her house was too pretentious, the one down the street had good coffee but was always crowded with college students, the one on the corner was decent but the blonde barista kept hitting on her. Emma didn’t think she was picky she just wanted a place that served simple, no frills, quality coffee, without ridiculous lines or having to endure awkward flirting.

Emma had high hopes that Cafe Hollow, despite its strange name, could be her place. It was painted in rich neutrals and littered with no-nonsense tables, the music was at a reasonable volume, the line was short, and the menu was a simple black signboard with white letters posted above the register offering simply coffee, espresso, Americano, and cappuccino and no option for sizes. Emma smiled–this was her kind of place.

“I don’t understand. You have milk, you have coffee why can’t you just make me a latte?” The raven haired woman at the front complained in an over-loud voice. Emma rolled her eyes. Why was it so hard to just order what was on the menu?

“This isn’t Starbucks.” Emma heard a male voice mutter lowly behind her and she nodded

“How can you even call yourself a cafe if you don’t serve latte’s?” The irate customer’s pitch rose.

“Seriously?” Emma murmured.

“Someone should tell her there are four other coffee shops on this block that would happily accept her patronage.” The voice added in a rich English accent. Emma gave a chuckle and glanced back to say hello to her fellow annoyed customer but stopped short.

He was a taller man with dark brown hair, a strong jaw covered in scruff, and a mouth quirked into a smirk that Emma found both endearing and dangerous. She gave him a small smile back as her heart did a strange leap and she turned back around to see the woman leaving in a huff. Emma pretended to be interested in the menu as she tried to center herself. It had been a long time since she had felt such an instant attraction–not since Neal– and the thought disturbed her, set all her personal alarms ringing. She ordered her coffee to-go and was striding out the door before the guy had a chance to try talking to her again.

Emma didn’t go back to Cafe Hollow. She told herself it was because their coffee was weak but deep down she knew it was because she didn’t want to run into “coffee guy” again. She knew it was ridiculous but after Neal, after being abandoned and betrayed, she just couldn’t trust herself or her gut when it came to men. Especially not drop-dead gorgeous men with accents and hair that looked softer than a puppy’s fur. She threw herself into her work that week taking on more skips than usual to make sure she was distracted.

That’s how she ended up at a bar called Neverland in a skin-tight red dress and heels that were killing her as she waited for her skip to show his face. She was busy watching the door when someone slid next to her.

“What a charming coincidence.”

Emma’s breath caught. Seriously? What were the odds? She turned from the door to face “coffee guy”. This time she noticed that he apparently didn’t like to do up the buttons on his shirt and he had a generous amount of chest hair. Despite the warming of her blood, she kept her face neutral.

“Is it?”

He chuckled. “You probably don’t remember but we were in line at a coffee shop not too long ago.”

“Sorry. Doesn’t ring a bell.”

He kept his smile but Emma saw a flash of disappointment behind his eyes and it made her want to come clean. Instead, she walked away and out of the bar. She was halfway home before she remembered that she had been there to do a job. She caught the guy two days later coming out of his girlfriend’s house.

Four days after that Boston was hit by a late Spring storm and Emma found herself trudging down the street trying to avoid the patches of ice as she ran down a lead on an embezzler. Her head was bowed against the cold when someone slammed into her and she went sprawling to the ground with them on top. When she finally registered who it was she cursed.

“Damn it.”

It was “coffee guy” and this time he was so close that she noticed a strange gold halo in his blue-green eyes.

“Apologies. I slipped and–“ He cut off as his eyes widened in recognition. “It’s you!”

He looked so utterly delighted with the turn of events that Emma felt herself flush. Was it possible he thought of her as often as she thought of him? Because she did think of him and found herself wondering just who he was and if he was as interesting as his accent and face suggested. But thinking about him was far different from having him on top of her and she felt her need to run rising up inside her. She pushed at his chest and he rolled off of her. Emma got to her feet awkwardly.

“At least tell me your name?” He asked from the ground. But she ignored him and took off as fast as possible, half-worried he would chase her even as she was sure he wouldn’t.

Despite her desire to not see him again, Emma found herself looking for him and she told herself it was only to be able to avoid another meeting. A week past with no sign of him and then two and Emma began to relax, the universe had given up on throwing them together. In the middle of the third week they found asbestos in her apartment and she was told she needed to be out by Friday.

It seemed almost impossible to find a temporary, furnished, place on such short notice. Everything she looked at was either far outside her budget or not available for weeks. She had lived out of her car before and could do it again but she thought she had put those days behind her. Desperate she refreshed the web page and a new listing appeared. With low expectations, she clicked on the link and was pleasantly surprised by the photos of a spacious apartment even better located than her place. The rent was reasonable, it was furnished, and available on a month-by-month basis. Worried she would miss her chance she pulled out her phone and sent a text.

Is your room still available to rent?

I posted it ten minutes ago…

So that’s a yes?

Emma knew she probably wasn’t making the best first impression but she was too anxious to care.

Yes. It’s available.

I’ll take it.

You don’t want to look at it first?

No. Pictures look great and it’s only temporary.

Emma’s stomach rolled as she waited for a reply. She needed that place.

I’ll pay you three months in advance.

Welcome aboard. I will take down the listing. I get home around 6 come by anytime after that.

K. See you then.

She gave a little fist pump and knocked her hand into the roof of the bug; ignoring the pain she smiled. It was the victory she desperately needed this week. She wasn’t worried about living with a stranger; she had spent her whole life living with strangers in foster homes and was pretty sure that whoever her roommate was she could handle it.

That evening just before seven Emma parked her bug outside the apartment building and sent a text to let them know she was on her way up. Then she climbed the three flights to the door with a shiny “J” on it. She knocked and waited with only mild apprehension. The door swung open and Emma’s jaw dropped.

“Seriously?”

Standing before her was coffee guy in a black v-neck sweater, jeans, and a smile on his face that was both shocked and pleased.

“Well, lass, this is serendipitous.”

And she knew it wasn’t his fault, that it was the universe punishing her by throwing him in her path over and over when she had decided to never see him again, but she couldn’t help being angry. “That’s one word for it.”

He chuckled, his voice deep and rich. “Now is that any way to treat your new roommate?”

As she looked at his smug grin she thought about turning and walking away but that would mean sleeping in the bug or spending a fortune on a hotel room and tomorrow she would be right back to apartment hunting.

She sighed and stuck out her hand. “Emma Swan”

“Killian Jones” He shook her hand slowly his thumb rubbing against the back of it. She pulled away. His forehead crinkled and she wondered if he felt it too that weird jolt of electricity–the feeling of deja vu when they touched. But if he did he didn’t say anything he just turned aside and swept his arm out. “After you, milady.”

And it was a ridiculous thing to say but he somehow made it sound almost normal. When she walked by she noticed that his left hand wasn’t a hand at all but a prosthetic. She didn’t call attention to it but wondered again just what his story was.

The apartment looked even better than the pictures which annoyed Emma. As he gave her a quick tour she was careful not to look at him and focused on her surroundings instead. When they got to the bedroom that would be hers and he asked if she had any questions she finally turned to him.

He was leaning against the door frame smiling as he watched her and the only question she could think of was if he always looked so damn attractive. She frowned.

“It’s an apartment, not rocket science,” she replied.

He smirked. “Ms. Swan I think this is the start of something beautiful.” She gave him a sarcastic smile. He pushed himself off the doorframe as he dug into the pocket of his jeans. “Here is your key.”

Emma held out her hand and he dropped the key into her palm.

“I made enough dinner for two if you are interested in fish and chips.”

“Not hungry.”

He paused giving her a searching look before nodding and leaving the room.

Emma sank down on the bed–it was soft and she was pretty sure the sheets and duvet were new–and rubbed the key absently. She thought briefly again of just walking away but then chided herself. She was an adult and while Killian Jones was handsome and attractive there was no reason they needed to become involved just because they lived together. Plus she had a sneaking suspicion that if she walked away they would just end up meeting again. She gritted her teeth and then dug into her wallet for the rent money.

She set the cash on the table next to his food. “Three months as promised.”

He didn’t even glance at the money, just fixed her with a wide grin.

“I’m going to get my stuff.”

He half-rose. “Do you need a hand?”

“Is that a joke?” She said flatly and then felt cruel when she saw the way his smile tightened. “It’s just a few boxes.”

He shrugged. “If you insist.”

Emma appreciated him not pressing the issue or making a big deal about her lack of stuff. When she came back up with her boxes he was gone and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t see him the rest of the evening–probably because she didn’t leave her room until she was sure he was asleep in his–and the next morning she got up early so she could avoid him again. When she got home late that night there was a note and a plate of food in the microwave but no sign of her roommate and Emma didn’t check to see if he was in his room. She managed to almost entirely avoid him for a week before the early mornings and late nights caught up with her and she woke up with a headache and lungs full of congestion. She still tried to work but her brain was too foggy and halfway through the day she went back to the apartment. She ended up on the couch heavily medicated and watching The Office. Somewhere between Jim returning and the beach party she fell asleep.

When she awoke it was to the sound of someone in the kitchen. She laid there wondering if she could wait for him to leave and then slink off into her room but then she got a whiff of what he was cooking and her stomach grumbled. She let out a groan and sat up.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Killian said in a far too chipper tone.

She glared at him; with matted hair, runny nose, and couch cushion creases on her face she was anything but beautiful. He grinned back as he moved toward her with a steaming bowl.

“Is that?”

“Soup,” he finished as he offered the bowl. “I also made grilled cheese if you are interested.”

Emma felt her mouth water and she must have made a face because Killian’s smile grew as she took the bowl and wordlessly he went back to the kitchen for the sandwiches.

They ate in silence. Emma too hungry to be polite and Killian too polite to try and make small talk. She did keep darting glances to him and occasionally caught him studying her as if she was a math book and he was trying to work out her equations. When she finished she put her bowl on the table and looked at him. She felt suddenly awkward.

“Thank you. For the food.” And she hoped he understood that she meant not just the soup but all the meals she had found waiting for her each night.

He hummed and gave her a look that was familiar though she was positive she had never seen it before. It was mischievous as if he wanted to tease her but was holding back. And her sickness had definitely lowered her barriers because she found herself half-smiling at him.

“What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about the many ways a person can show gratitude.” And his tongue darted to his lips in a way that spelled trouble. She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, buddy. While you do that I am going to bed.” She stood up and immediately regretted it. Her vision swam with black and she felt herself sway. Killian was suddenly before her his hand and prosthetic at her shoulders. She blinked and waited for the dizziness to clear and when it did she was confronted with Killian’s concerned blue-green eyes.

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

“You sure, love?”

She nodded and he moved back but when Emma took a step the dizziness rushed up and she swayed again. Strong arms came around her and before she could protest she was being lifted up. She was too disoriented to even protest as he carried her toward her room.

“Don’t worry, Swan. I tend to have this effect on women.” And despite feeling like a rung out dishtowel Emma smiled into his chest. He laid her gently down on her unmade bed and then disappeared only to return with a water bottle and some pills. “Now take these and get some sleep,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

“Aye, aye Captain.”

He looked surprised for a moment and then nodded. “Right. I’ll be outside just call if you need anything.”

He walked out and closed the door quietly. Emma took her medicine and turned over in her bed, her heart swelling with something foreign. It felt nice to have someone take care of her. To be sick and but not alone was a new experience for her and instead of giving herself a lecture she gave a little smile and then drifted back to sleep.

The next morning there were eggs waiting for her and a note in a flowy script encouraging her to get better. That night Emma made dinner for the both of them and when Killian came home she didn’t run into her room but stayed and ate with him. The only indication that he noticed a change was the occasional arching of his eyebrow and the twitching of his lips from a suppressed smile. They talked and Emma was relieved to discover that Killian was both interesting and funny.

It turned out that he worked on a sailboat taking rich tourists out on the water or doing private cruises and had a wealth of stories to share. When Emma told him about her job he grinned.

“I knew you were a tough lass.”

She tried hard not to preen at his compliment. It was a nice change to have a guy impressed by her profession. After they finished eating he insisted on doing dishes and though Emma slipped back into her room immediately she didn’t set her alarm for an early wake-up.

After that Emma no longer tried to avoid Killian. They would get ready in the mornings on top of each other. Trading off shower time and brushing their teeth together became a habit. There were a few awkward moments– like when she forgot her robe and had to run to her room in nothing but a towel or when he came out of his room with his dress shirt unbuttoned and Emma spilled her milk in her distraction– but none of it made her want to go back to avoiding him. If they were both home at night, which happened more often than not, they would have dinner together and watch something on the TV. It became easy and familiar in a way Emma hadn’t thought possible and she wondered why she had resisted getting to know him in the first place.

Killian never asked questions about her past and it took Emma awhile to realize it was because he didn’t want to answer questions about his. And that was something they shared in addition to their sense of humor and taste in food. Killian continued to make the occasional innuendo but he never tried to push their relationship beyond a friendship and Emma was grateful that he wasn’t interested in over-complicating things. But there were times when she caught an expression or look in his eyes and she knew that if she gave him proper encouragement he would be very eager for some complications. But being friends was as far as Emma would allow herself to go and most days she was bewildered at her letting him in even that far. After two weeks she started to feel an impending sense of doom. There was no way her life could ever be this good.

Weeks went by and nothing happened. Killian didn’t get on her nerves or suddenly reveal himself to be an ax murderer. He was sensitive, funny and kind, and she found herself wanting to be around him and texting him during the day. Work was profitable and her skips easy to find. Life was practically perfect and Emma continued to distrust it. When would the other shoe drop?

She started to pick fights with Killian. She gave him a hard time about the volume of the television or leaving dishes out but he didn’t rise to the bait; just gave her a searching look or a sarcastic comment. She wanted him to push her away, to prove what she knew deep down was going to happen eventually, he would get bored with her, he would leave her. And when he didn’t she just got angrier. So she decided to leave instead.

She was in the middle of packing her clothes when he got home and started calling for her.

“Swan? I’m too tired to cook. I was thinking of ordering take–“ He paused in the doorway. “What’s going on?”

She refused to look at him. “I am moving to New York.” He didn’t respond. Her declaration hung between them as she continued to throw things in her box. His steps were heavy on the carpet as he moved behind her. He placed a hand on her arm but she shook it off.

“You can keep the rent money I won’t need it.” She ignored his proximity. There was another loaded pause.

“Don’t run away from me.” His voice was thick with emotion and she couldn’t stop herself from turning to look at him.

His eyes pierced her and struck at her already aching heart. “Emma, please stay. I know you are scared but give me a chance.”

Her heart hammered in her chest as she swayed toward him. “I can’t take the chance that I am wrong about you.”

“I would never hurt you, Emma.”

She looked into his eyes, so open and honest, and knew he was telling the truth. In that moment she knew he wouldn’t leave her or let her down like so many others had. On instinct, she closed the distance between them.

The kiss was intense, their lips sliding and tongues tangling, but also achingly familiar; as if she had kissed him before and somehow forgotten it. When she broke the kiss, Killian chased her lips and she smiled as he drew her back in. It was a perfect moment but in the back of her mind she felt a twinge of disquiet. She pulled away.

“This is wrong,” she murmured. Killian’s mouth twisted into a frown. “Not you,” she shook her head and stroked his cheek “It’s something else, something just not right. We aren’t supposed to be…” she trailed off.

“Emma I have no desire to pressure you. If you still want to go–“

“No.” She surprised herself with her vehemence. “It’s not that, not anymore. It’s just everything. My life is too good, it’s too easy. Does that, does that make any sense?” Emma was sure she sounded like a lunatic but then Killian’s forehead creased and he nodded.

“Aye.”

“Really?”

He scratched behind his ear. “It’s strange because I feel happy but I also feel as if I don’t deserve to be happy. As if I am not worthy of such a life.”

“Exactly! It’s like a happy ending in a fairytale but fairytales aren’t real.” Killian smirked. “What?”

“Oh nothing, love, but I do believe you just called me your happy ending.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I said.”

He hummed looking unconvinced and so she punched him which earned her another knee-weakening kiss.

This time when they broke apart she licked her lips and caught her breath before speaking.

“I’m serious Killian this just doesn’t seem real.”

And the moment she said it she felt a thrill of truth run up her spine. Startled she looked around the bedroom and suddenly felt that she was looking at a painting–an approximation of a room, not a real place.

“Well, you just had to go and ruin it.”

Emma jerked from Killian’s arms to turn and see a smug-faced, blonde, teenage, boy leaning against her doorframe.

“Bloody hell.”

“Who–“ Emma started to ask but before she could finish she knew the answer. “Pan”

The magic fell from her mind and she remembered. After they rescued Neal she had gotten separated from the group and wandered until she had run into Hook. Then Pan had shown up spouting nonsense about giving the Savior a happy ending.

“You know this magic has kept men occupied for years. Remember Starkey Hook? How he loved getting lost in my little paradise?”

“Starkey,” Killian said like it was a revelation.

Pan nodded. “But you Emma, you can’t even be distracted for one night with your happy ending even with your pirate along for the ride. Magic gave you a perfect little life and you still had to find fault in it. Guess you really are a little lost girl who can never believe that she will be happy even in her fantasy land.”

Something in Emma snapped and she rushed at Pan but as she did the room melted away and she found herself surrounded by a thicket of bushes.

“Damn it.” She kicked at the air wanting badly to hit something. She spun around to see Killian, back in his pirate clothes and lost in thought. She knew they should probably talk about the weird spell they had been under but she needed to get back to her parents and to save Henry. How long had they been under the spell? It had felt like months but Pan had said it had only been a night.

“Do you know how to get back to camp,” she asked abruptly.

Killian snapped from his thoughts and looked around. What he saw in the never-ending green Emma didn’t know but he nodded and began to move.

They walked in silence and while Emma was worried about her family she couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened and what Pan had said. Had the magic truly given her a happy ending or just a twisted version that Pan thought she would enjoy? It wasn’t that she hadn’t been happy it just hadn’t felt like true happiness. Maybe because real happiness needed to be earned? Killian was just ahead of her and she wanted to ask him what he thought but he didn’t seem interested in conversation. It was probably for the best since she was still trying to reconcile Captain Hook with the roommate she had been living with for months.

When they emerged into the camp everyone came running. Her mother and father asked where she had been while Regina’s eyes darted between her and Hook as if that was all the explanation she needed.

“Pan caught us in some magical trap,” Emma explained. “But…uh…we escaped.”

“How?” Regina asked infusing the word with more skepticism than Emma had thought possible for a single syllable.

“The demon underestimated Miss Swan. A failure in judgment I believe you share with him.”

Emma felt a swell a pride at Killian’s words.

Regina rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” And mercilessly the subject was dropped. Emma darted a glance at Hook intending to thank him but he was moving away and her mother was drawing her close.

“Neal went looking for you.” Mary-Margaret gave her a look that Emma pointedly ignored. She really didn’t have room in her head to deal with Neal or her mother’s not-so-subtle hints about him.

“Yeah well, looks like I didn’t need his help.” Emma winced at the bitterness of her tone. “Sorry. I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

Her parents nodded sympathetically.

“Of course Emma we understand,” Mary-Margaret said.

“Actually we should go get Regina to call Neal back with that magic walkie-talkie thing,” David said. He planted a kiss on her forehead and then pulled his wife away with him.

Emma sighed. Having parents was harder than she imagined as a kid. Maybe that’s why they weren’t part of her little fake reality? Too much complication? Or maybe Pan was right, maybe she was too broken to ever even consider loving parents or family a possibility in her life.

Lost in her thoughts she wandered over to the fire where Killian sat staring into the flames with his flask in hand. She stood looking at him for a long moment but he didn’t acknowledge her presence. The Killian she had shared an apartment with had been all smiles and innuendoes but Emma realized that had been part of the unreality–Killian wasn’t Killian without his brooding.

She sat down beside him but not close enough to touch.

“Killian, about what happened–“

“You needn’t worry, Swan. I won’t divulge your secret.”

“No. I’m not worried about that.” He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “I want to understand how the magic worked. Did Pan create it or did I create it or was it a little of both of us?”

He gave a harsh chuckle. “Oh, I think it’s rather obvious it was Pan’s creation.”

“Why? Because Henry wasn’t there?”

“That and the addition of a certain devilishly handsome suitor are pretty big clues.” He gave her a mocking smile. “Pan overestimated my charms when it came to you, love. And in doing so gave his game away.” He tipped his flask toward her before taking a long pull.

Emma opened her mouth to contradict him and then closed it. The happy fantasy version of Emma had taken months and lots of serendipitous events–probably intervention by Pan now that she thought of it– before she had been able to let Killian in, what chance did regular, lost girl, Emma have? And yet she couldn’t let Killian think that she felt nothing for him, that the reason the fantasy had fallen apart was because she couldn’t, even under influence of magic, imagine being with him.

“I think it was a bit of me and a bit of Pan.”

Killian snorted and Emma could see he was determined to believe that she didn’t care. Stubbornly she continued.

“You and me that’s not what gave the magic away.”

“No?” He tossed her a carefully bored look. But she wasn’t fooled she could see the spark of hope behind his mask.

“Naw. It was the apartment. A place that size in central Boston, for that price? That’s the real fantasy.”

His laugh was short but genuine and the smile that lingered after told Emma that he understood, that he was willing to wait for her to figure herself out, just like he had in Boston. And as she stood and moved to her bedroll she wondered if maybe her and Killian being together wasn’t so much of a fantasy after all.

I told you I would somehow make it in Neverland! Hope you liked it!

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