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LITTLE SEEDS OF HAPPINESS 4/4

Chapter 4 : Blossoming

Chapter Summary

Aziraphale and Crowley experience the same doubts as they look forward to their date.

Will Aziraphale finally find out what the florist is hiding under his dark glasses? Will Crowley trust him enough to show it?

Notes

Already the end of this story.

But the story of the florist and the book seller is far from over, after all this is only the beginning, they have so much to learn about each other and with each other.

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Rating T - 4192 words

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"You know Crowley, as much as I look forward to seeing your creations, it's you and not the flowers I'm coming for."

Aziraphale felt the heat spread across his cheeks at the memory of the last words he'd said to Crowley before leaving the flower shop the day before.

What had possessed him to actually say that?

Of course, he hadn't said anything he didn't mean, but it still sounded a little flirtatious. Well, for all he knew, it had been so long since he'd done that. If there was such a thing.

Anyway, he couldn't take his words back, and Crowley hadn't canceled their date, so all he had to do was wait until the evening.

What he was sure of was that it would be an extremely long day until then.

If Aziraphale was honest with himself, he hadn't felt such anticipation since... since... in fact, it was probably the first time he'd ever felt this way.

It was clear that after the way he'd been treated by his own family, his self-esteem wasn't exactly high, which didn't exactly make him want to form more intimate bonds with anyone. There was always something lurking deep inside him, the fear that there might be an ounce of truth in what his siblings thought of him.

But without really being able to explain it, there was something about the florist that made him want to take a risk. Like a special connection, a feeling deep inside that they were the same.

Aziraphale, like most other street shopkeepers, was observant.

You could say it was the primary quality they used to feed their gossip, but if you had a well-established shop on the street, you got into the habit of observing the people around you, if only to observe the potential customer or to find out what they might like - well, not in Aziraphale's case, who was neither trying to attract customers nor to give them what they came for.

Although Aziraphale had observed Crowley for none of these reasons, he had seen that beneath the florist's lanky, nonchalant, sometimes grumpy demeanor, there was someone deeply kind who, for some strange reason, always tried to hide it. Which, of course, only made him more attractive and intriguing to the bookseller.

He'd seen the way Crowley was friendly with his assistant - he still wondered what their relationship was - he'd seen the way he tended to the flowers, he'd seen the way he quickly made himself appreciated by one street shopkeeper to another.

Of course, he'd also seen the way his beautiful red hair caught the light, the way his slim figure was accentuated by his black clothes, and he'd dreamed of seeing what lay behind those dark glasses.

His phone vibrating in his jacket pocket snapped him out of his thoughts. He flipped it open and read the message from Maggie.

Hello Mr. Fell

He really had to remind Maggie to call him by his first name; after all, she had more of a right to do so than the others, since his grandfather and the younger woman's grandmother had been close friends.

This morning I received a batch of records that I think you might be interested in. Before I put them up for sale, would you like to take a look at them?

PS: All this, of course, accompanied by a cup of tea.

Aziraphale had barely finished reading the message before he put on his jacket and coat and walked out of the bookstore, striding briskly toward the record store. Moments later, he walked through the door and greeted Maggie with a broad smile.

"Good morning, Maggie!"

Maggie emerged from the back of the store, two cups of tea in hand, which she placed on the counter before exclaiming, "Mr. Fell! You were quick!"

Aziraphale shook his head and said gently, "Maggie, come on, I've already told you to call me Aziraphale. After all, given our grandparents' friendship, we're like family, aren't we?"

She nodded with a shy little smile and murmured, "Okay, I'll try, A- Aziraphale."

Aziraphale exclaimed, "That's the spirit!" before approaching the counter.

Maggie showed him the stack of records, and the bookseller could see that there were indeed several items that interested him.

They chatted about the records for a long time and their cups were long emptied when Maggie asked in a shy voice, "Mr. Fell... uh, Aziraphale, I know I'm probably intruding, but..."

Aziraphale couldn't hold back a laugh, for Maggie had far more scruples than most of the other gossips on the street.

He said quietly, "Go ahead Maggie, I'm listening."

Maggie asked him bluntly, "Is it true you invited the florist to dinner at Justine's tonight?"

Aziraphale hadn't expected the news to spread so quickly.

It was only 10 in the morning, for God's sake.

He immediately replied, "First of all, I wasn't the one who made the invitation, and secondly, how do you know about it?"

Maggie replied a little sheepishly, "Well, I ran into Justine at Mr. Arnold's and she was very happy to announce that she had a reservation for you and Crowley."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and muttered, "Wonderful, I guess everyone knows..."

Maggie replied with a half smile, "Uh, not Mr. Brown. But then again, if you wanted to keep it a secret, you'd have had to book somewhere else."

She wasn't wrong, but at the same time it was a bit like neutral ground, and both would be in familiar surroundings for a first date.

Wait a minute, it was a first date, right?

But what if it was just to say thank you?

The florist had never said that-

"Aziraphale? Are you okay?"

Maggie had put her hand on the bookseller's forearm and looked at him with a slightly worried expression.

The bookseller reassured her, " Yes, yes, everything's fine," before adding as if to himself, "I'm just a little out of my comfort zone and asking myself a lot of questions, but I think I'll be fixed tonight."

"Fixed?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "Nothing, don't worry."

He picked up the records he'd chosen, stood up and added, "Well, time for me to go, have a nice day, my dear Maggie, and thank you again, for the records and for the tea."

Maggie shook her head and replied, "It's me who thanks you, Mr. F- Aziraphale."

As he stepped through the door, he heard her add quietly, "I'm happy for you. I hope you have a wonderful evening."

The bookseller stammered out a thank you before walking directly to his bookshop, looking straight ahead, not wanting to catch the eye of any of the street gossips.

In any case, the record harvest he'd just made at Maggie's would allow him to pass the time more quickly and forget for a moment the questions that nagged at him about the upcoming dinner.

What he didn't know was that a florist not far from here was going through the same emotional roller coaster and asking himself almost the same questions.

After finishing the last arrangement for the restaurant the next day, Crowley went to put it with the others in the cold storage room reserved for flower storage, then decided to take a short break.

He untied his apron, tossed it carelessly on the counter and made his way to Nina.

No sooner had he stepped through the door than the coffee shop owner called out to him, "Well, well, the number of times you come here, people are going to think there's something fishy going on between us."

Crowley replied in the same tone, "Not even at gunpoint, sorry, but you're absolutely not my type, Nina."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, your type is a nice and soft bookseller." She approached Crowley and leaned toward him, whispering, "And I feel like things have moved on since yesterday, huh?"

Crowley narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

I may have heard from Maggie, who heard from Justine at Mr. Arnold's, that you'll be dining in charming company at Justine's restaurant tonight.

Crowley murmured, "I should have guessed. I know, even though I've only been here a few months, that gossip travels faster than the wind on this street."

Nina smiled back, "Yeah, that's what happens when you live in a place where people care about each other."

Crowley retorted, "I don't call it caring, I call it meddling."

Nina shrugged and said softly, "You can call it that, but what I do know is that when I arrived here a year ago, I was in a bad place, coming out of a bad relationship, and I can tell you that if certain people here had not, as you say, meddled in my life, I would not be where I am today. Comfortable in my shoes, in a relationship with someone who respects me and in whom I have absolute confidence."

She looked in the direction of the record store and continued in a barely audible voice, "And who I love."

Crowley chuckled softly and said, " Aw, Nina, I had no idea you were such a sap."

Before Nina could reply, he put the change on the counter, grabbed his coffee and headed for the door, happy to be the one leaving with the upper hand.

On his way out, he couldn't help but glance toward the bookshop and was surprised to see Aziraphale, cup in hand, chatting with Mutt.

Before he had time to think, Crowley raised his hand and waved in Aziraphale's direction, whose face, to the florist's delight, lit up with a broad smile as he waved back.

Needless to say, Crowley's mood was extremely upbeat as he entered the flower shop.

He dropped into a chair in the corner of the shop, and as he sipped his coffee, he couldn't help but think again about the upcoming date.

For it was a date, wasn't it?

Wait, what if this was Aziraphale's way of apologizing?

What if he'd only accepted Crowley's invitation out of pity?

"Anthony J. Crowley, you're going to do me the favor of not thinking what you're thinking right now."

Crowley turned to Muriel, who was descending the stairs, and replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Muriel raised an eyebrow and replied, "Oh, me, I know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the fact that you're wondering if this is a date, what the bookseller's motives are, all the questions I know you're asking yourself because you're scared."

"Me, I'm scared?"

Muriel came to stand before him and replied, "Oh, yes, you're scared. And you know what you have to do?"

Crowley said cheekily, "Go ahead, tell me, you who have all the answers."

Muriel shook their head, knowing that Crowley was just trying to put up a front, and replied, "Ask him. Before you go to dinner. Just ask him. And even if the answer isn't what you want, at least you'll know where you're going."

Crowley took a sip of coffee, took the time to think before replying more gently, "You're probably right. I'll do that."

"I'm always right, big brother."

In a now familiar motion, Crowley grabbed the water sprayer and doused Muriel.

They cried out, "Eric, come save me!"

Crowley turned his head toward the shop door and saw that Eric was indeed there.

"My goodness, we've been seeing a lot of you around here lately."

Muriel punched Crowley lightly and admonished him, "Be nice, will you?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's your sweetheart doing here?"

Muriel replied as they walked over to Eric, "You're going to dinner at Justine's and we're going to lunch there."

Then, they grabbed Eric's hand and pulled him behind them as they left the store.

Crowley watched them go, hoping he'd come back the same way with Aziraphale.

Aziraphale glanced at his pocket watch for the tenth time in five minutes, complaining to himself that time wasn't moving any faster as the meeting approached. However, that didn't stop him from jumping at the sound of a light knock on the door of the bookshop.

He grabbed his coat and went to open the door, greeting Crowley with a broad smile.

The florist said softly, "Good evening, Aziraphale."

"Good evening, Crowley."

Aziraphale was about to put on his coat when Crowley grabbed it to help him put it on.

The bookseller, touched by the other man's gallant gesture, said kindly, "Thank you, my dear. Shall we go?"

He saw Crowley bite his lip before he said hesitantly, "Before we go, I'd like to ask you something."

At the florist's serious look, Aziraphale replied gently, "I'm listening."

"Is this a date?"

Not expecting such a direct question, Aziraphale's instinct was to reply, "Do you want it to be?"

But he immediately changed his mind, he didn't want to play this kind of game, no pretense, no guesswork, no half-truths.

He muttered to himself, "Fight like you can win."

"What?"

Aziraphale looked Crowley in the eye as best he could through the dark glasses and said in a clear, firm voice, "This is a date."

This time there was no mistaking the look of relief that crossed the florist's face, and Aziraphale knew he'd been right to choose the path of honesty.

Crowley, with a slightly crooked smile, said wryly, "There's just one problem."

Aziraphale looking puzzled asked, "Which one?"

"It's been so long for me, I have no idea what to do anymore."

Aziraphale chuckled slightly before replying, "Well, at least we're on the same page. I think we'll figure it out together."

Both men laughed slightly, both in amusement and relief.

They had only taken a few steps toward the restaurant when Crowley muttered, "Is it me, or do I feel watched?"

The bookseller chuckled and replied, "Welcome to Gossip Street, the street where everyone knows what everyone else is doing, or at least thinks they do."

Then his expression turned serious again, and as he moved away from Crowley, he said softly, "Unless you'd rather people didn't know."

Crowley moved closer, gave him a little nudge on the shoulder, and said in an amused tone, "I think it's too late for that, and besides, I'm the one who invited you, right?"

Moments later, they were ushered to their table by Justine and were pleased to see that the restaurant owner had reserved an isolated table for them, which would give them some privacy.

As they sat down, Aziraphale exclaimed, looking absolutely ecstatic, "Crowley, this is truly exquisite!"

Pointing to the flower arrangement in the center of the table, he continued, "What harmony and delicacy!"

Crowley, blushing, grumbled, "Don't exaggerate, they're just flowers."

Seeing Crowley's modesty, Aziraphale wondered what other hidden qualities the florist possessed and, placing a hand on his arm, replied gently, "I'm not exaggerating, I really mean it, you've done a magnificent job. But now I'm curious, how did you get into this business?"

Overcoming his embarrassment, Crowley told him about the orphanage and the old gardener and Muriel, and although they hadn't known each other long, he found it easy to open up. Aziraphale listened and asked questions from time to time, laughing at some of the anecdotes from his childhood with Muriel.

They paused to order and barely interrupted when the waiter brought their plates.

"And so I'm here today."

Crowley put down his fork to take a sip of wine and met Aziraphale's gaze, who smiled softly. The bookseller waited until he had put down his glass, laid his hand on Crowley's on the table, and said gently, "I hope you are proud of yourself, of what you have accomplished."

Seeing the sincerity in Aziraphale's eyes and expression, Crowley simply accepted the other man's words and said nothing, just nodded.

Then he tilted his head and asked him gently, "And how did Aziraphale become a bookseller?"

It was Aziraphale's turn to tell of his journey, and though he toned down certain parts, Crowley was sharp enough to see that there was more to it than the bookseller was letting on.

They were just finishing their dessert when Aziraphale finished his story, "So, I'm a bookseller who doesn't sell books, I have enough to live on without doing anything for the rest of my life, and..." he lowered his head before adding under his breath, "I don't do anything I can be proud of."

"I beg to differ."

He looked up at Crowley, who was looking at him kindly, and shook his head, wanting to withdraw his hand, but the florist turned his underneath and caught Aziraphale's to hold it back as he added, "Really. You're a very nice person, you know that?"

"I don't know what makes you say that..."

Crowley pressed his hand into his and replied softly, "So many things..."

He listed what he'd witnessed since he'd arrived on the street, ending with the little girl who'd lost her mother a few days ago.

At the end of his list, Aziraphale shook his head and protested, "But that's nothing."

Crowley, stroking the back of the bookseller's hand with his thumb, said gently, "It's a lot for the person you're doing it for."

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, aware that something special was happening, but unfortunately the moment was interrupted when the waiter brought the bill.

Crowley withdrew his hand and Aziraphale immediately felt the lack of its warmth and, to keep a straight face, reached into his pocket for his wallet when Crowley shook his head and said quietly, "I'm the one who invited you, so the bill's on me.

Azirapahle retorted, ""Then next time it'll be on me."

Realizing the implication of what he'd just said, he watched with pleasure as Crowley nodded with a small smile on his lips.

"Actually, this time it's on me, gentlemen."

They looked up at Justine who was picking up the bill from the table as she added, "It's to thank you," she looked at Crowley and continued, "You for your gorgeous arrangements and you..." she turned her head to Aziraphale before finishing, "For generously providing me with several wines of the finest vintages from your cellar so that I could have an excellent wine list."

Crowley winked at Aziraphale and mouthed, "Nothing to be proud of, hm?" then they thanked Justine and got up to leave the restaurant, noticing that it was almost empty as it was five minutes before closing time.

As they walked slowly toward the bookshop, they were much closer than they had been at the beginning of the evening, and with each step their shoulders and arms brushed against each other, but neither of them could bring themselves to make the gesture that would close the distance between their hands.

They arrived in front of the bookshop and Aziraphale opened the door before turning back to Crowley, who said quietly, "I had an excellent evening."

Aziraphale nodded and seemed to want to say something, but thought better of it, so the florist added, "Good night, Aziraphale," then turned to leave, but couldn't because Aziraphale was holding him by the sleeve.

He turned to him and said quietly, "Aziraphale?"

The bookseller asked breathlessly, "Would you like a nightcap?"

Crowley, who didn't mind appearing eager, nodded immediately and was rewarded by Aziraphale's smile before turning to enter the bookstore.

Once inside, Aziraphale told him to make himself comfortable and went to the back of the shop to get a bottle and glasses.

Crowley saw the plant he'd given the bookseller sitting neatly on the desk and walked over to it before leaning over and whispering, "You better grow tall and green or you know what will happen."

He straightened quickly at the sound of Aziraphale's laugh and turned to face him as the bookseller set the glasses and bottle of scotch on the coffee table.

Aziraphale said in an amused tone, "I've heard that you talk to your plants, but not that you threaten them. Tell me, what happens to it if it doesn't do what you tell it?"

Crowley walked over to him and whispered in his ear, "I let them think I would throw away any plant that had a flaw."

This made Aziraphale laugh even harder, much to Crowley's delight.

Then he saw Aziraphale's expression turn serious and the bookseller asked softly, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to talk about it, but... why are you wearing sunglasses all the time?"

Crowley lost his smile and moved away from Aziraphale, turning toward the window.

He heard Aziraphale approach and the bookseller put a hand on his shoulder before saying soothingly, "I'm sorry, Crowley, I didn't mean to..."

"You...you're allowed to ask the question, I...I have a very specific eye color. It... I hear it happens sometimes. It's been a long source of ridicule and annoyance in my past. People either laughed at me or called me a freak. So I decided to hide them, preferring to be mocked for my glasses than for something I can't change, something that is me."

Aziraphale placed his other hand on the florist's other shoulder and, with a light press, made him turn around.

He asked quietly, "You know me. You even said I was a nice guy. So you know I wouldn't make fun of you or call you a freak. Will you show me?"

Crowley shook his head slowly and said under his breath, "I don't want you to see me any differently.

Aziraphale raised his hand and placed it gently on Crowley's chest before saying, "I know who you are here, and your eye color won't change that. I swear."

Then he raised his hand further and laid it gently on the florist's cheek, adding in the same soft tone, "I intend to kiss you, and I want to look into your eyes before I do."

Crowley let out a long breath before murmuring, "Okay..."

Then Aziraphale placed his fingertips on the side of Crowley's glasses and asked softly, "May I?"

The florist swallowed before nodding slowly.

Aziraphale carefully removed the glasses to see that Crowley had instinctively closed his eyes. So he lightly stroked his eyelid with his thumb and said in a coaxing tone, "Show me, please."

Crowley gave in and then opened his eyes, holding his breath.

"Gorgeous."

The bookseller's face was so close to his own that Crowley could not doubt the sincerity he read in his eyes and heard in his voice as Aziraphale added, "What a shame you have to hide them."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale and held him to his chest, unconcerned as his sunglasses crashed to the floor.

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the florist's waist in turn, waiting a few moments for Crowley to calm down before gently pushing him away. He then raised his hands to frame his face, and with his eyes on Crowley's beautiful amber ones, glistening with unshed tears, he grinned and asked, "May I have my kiss now?"

Crowley, his voice still a little hoarse with emotion, cheekily replied, "I've shown you my eyes, that's the least you can do."

Aziraphale chuckled lightly before pulling Crowley's face to his and, closing the distance between their mouths, gently pressed his lips to the florist's.

It was only a brush of lips at first, but the feel of Crowley's lips against his was enough to overwhelm Aziraphale with emotion. Crowley slid his hand down Aziraphale's neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. Aziraphale parted his lips and Crowley's tongue slid along his lower lip, sending an electric shiver down Aziraphale's spine. As Crowley's tongue continued to explore his mouth, all of Aziraphale's senses seemed to awaken and he felt almost dizzy, clinging even tighter to the florist's shoulders.

Crowley, sensing how overwhelmed Aziraphale was, stepped back a little so they could catch their breath. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Aziraphale brought his lips close again, delicately caressing Crowley's in another kiss.

They continued kissing like this for long minutes, not trying to go any further, just enjoying the kiss, their lips and bodies touching, getting to know each other, becoming familiar.

Much later, without really knowing when they'd moved, they were catching their breath on the sofa, Aziraphale snuggled up against Crowley, his head on the florist's chest as he ran his long fingers through his hair, noting that it felt as fluffy as it looked.

He said softly, "I'll repeat what I said earlier, I had an excellent evening."

Aziraphale laughed softly against his chest and, feeling bold, replied, "Hopefully the first of many."

Crowley, of course, hearing the slight uncertainty in the bookseller's voice, replied in a clear voice as he held him closer, "Don't doubt it."

He felt Aziraphale smile against his chest as the bookseller curled up even tighter against him.

Eyes on the small plant resting on Aziraphale's desk, Crowley told himself that they were a bit like it, and with care, a little water, a little light, they'd surely grow into something precious and last a long time.

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dankspaceater · 1 year

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You're too good to me honey!

Marc spector x Trans male reader

Warnings: oral sex (marc receiving), mouth cockwarming, edging, praise kink, light choking/gagging, overstimulation, pure smut really

*MINIORS DNI CONSUME MEDIA AT YOUR OWN RISK*

Marc had been sickly sweet all week. Making you breakfast in bed on your Sunday off. Bringing you coffee and a pastry at your job. Rubbing your feet after a particularly hard day running errands. Overall just showering you with love but it wasn't just his actions. His affection and pet names ramped up too. He was already a love bug when he was in the mood but lately he was driving you wild.

Waking you up with kisses plastered all your nose, cheeks, and eyes. whispering sweet nothings. In a low tone in your the cuff of your ear.

"Good morning handsome, you look absolutely gorgeous have I ever told you that?" Pressing his soft lips against your slightly chapped ones.

"Marc...it's too early for you to be this sweet, I haven't even brushed my teeth! Its gross!". You pulled away hiding your flushed cheeks in his chest.

"You've seen me caked in blood and and I've seen you covered in my cum I think were too far for gross. Dont you think sweetheart?" He smirked his cinnamon eyes glistening with mischief, curls radiant in the early morning sun.

"Marc! You are incredulous you know that?!" Sucking in a breath at his statement, avoiding how much the switch went straight to your stomach.

Running your fingers through his soft locks. An idea popped into your head. Marc had been so sweet lately. Fronting a lot more in the domestic duties lately you wanted to give him a treat. Lightly padding your fingers down his toned chest. You cradled yourself between his warm thighs. He was already hard as a rock, and still nude from last night's activities.

"Lay down baby I wanna take care of you." Slowly pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders. Small grunts leaving his perfect lips.

"My love what are you doing ah-fuck!" He was caught off guard by your lips wrapping around his leaking head.

Taking your time you slowly twirled your tongue up the underside of his cock. Moving at snails pace taking every thick inch down your throat. You made your way to his base gagging a bit, tears beginning to form In your eyes still unmoving.

"Shit love you're so sweet, what are you tryna do kill me?" Throwing his head back and wrapping his firm hands around you throat gently no pressure but enough to feel his self inside you.

"You look so pretty like this baby, you're too good for me honey, taking me so well just like the prince you are".

You mewled at the praise the vibrations sending waves up his cock. Pulling off only to take a gasp of air you sucked him back in all the way. His head hitting the very back of your throat. Stretching your jaw to capacity. Drool leaking from the corners of your full mouth, Marc's cascading moans spurring you on.

"Fuck love I'm not gonna last long like this...shit! You're gonna have to stop if you don't want me to cum!" slightly bucking his hips trying not to ruin the pace but about to blow any second.

Marc cumming stuffed down your throat was the only plan in sight. Pushing yourself to your limits nose touching the trimmed hairs, you gagged slightly massaging his soft sack knowing he loved that. Sucking as much as you could with your mouth full.

"Fuck! Baby im gonna- I'm gonna cum! Shit!" With a a guttural groan from his chest, ragged breaths leaving his lips. A spillage of both of you dripping down his thighs. But you didn't stop there, you started sucking the absolutely life out of his perfect cock. Both of Marc's calloused hands gripping your face as if you were made of glass. The act so intimate and warm in such a comprising way. You locked eyes inhaling all of him and that was all he could take.

"Baby, baby please I can't take anymore, I'm empty my love, empty." The way the words curled over his lips made you want to go at it again. He slid off with a pop lazily sliding into his arms, grabbing a wipe from the beside drawer and kissing up the valley of his chest.

"I can do that baby- let me help you now" He could barely finish his words, fucked out and heavy lids closing. You smiled content and happy wrapped in your lovers arms even if he was 1/3 of your heart right now you loved every bit.

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100lxtters · 1 year

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 4 / THE NEW NORMAL

!! THIS STORY IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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Boba Fett x f!reader 7k words What had that night meant? Did it really mean anything at all? But now Boba feels the need to teach you a few lessons Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Degradation, safeword established, ass slapping, fingering denial (is that thing?), Boba is a moody ass, dubious consent, choking, face slapping, face fucking, oral (M and F) but rough (M) receiving, hair pulling, praise, finger fucking Mando'a translations: cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart Haar'chak! - Damn it! ad'ika - little one

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The alarm went off so long ago, but you were just staring at the ceiling, not yet getting up.

Well after all you were told you had this morning off.

Oh maker, what exactly happened last night?

You swore it was just a dream when you woke up in a haze but the sudden coldness against your bare skin was the harsh reminder, it was not a dream.

Last night with Lord Fe- Boba really did happen.

Boba.

It took you by shook that he told you to call him by his actual name. You think about the look on his face when he told you, how beautiful his smile was.

Time just passed by, you allowing yourself to replay the events of the night before.

The feeling of his cock sliding through your lips felt so good, you had imagined how it would've felt and it was better than you dreamt. He was also thicker than imagined too. You remember staring at the way he sat on his throne, thinking about taking his cock whilst he sat there, thinking about how big he would be. Then thinking how you stared at his fingered gloves, and how thick they looked.

And you were right about both of them.

Even though you deep down hoped he would try something with you, how when you touched yourself it was only over him, never did you think anything would actually happen. Not that you were complaining! It just still felt like a dream.

But how do you go about it now?

You still had a job to do, you still lived in the same Palace as him.

His Palace.

Then you think about how he said he 'can't wait ruin you one day' and you start to blush. Did he plan to do more than what happened last night?

Oh how you couldn't wait to feel his length inside you, how much he would stretch you. Wanting to know exactly how he would ruin you. How did he exactly fuck, what he enjoyed whilst doing it.

You stop your thoughts, bringing yourself back to right now. First off you needed to get up as it was getting closer and closer to lunch time, and secondly just because he said it last night doesn't necessarily mean he meant it. Maybe he just said it in the moment to excite you.

Taking a deep breath in as you sit up, shaking the overthinking thoughts away.

Just because Boba gave you this morning off didn't mean you had the whole day off, you needed to get ready for work. Praying that whoever did the dishes this morning didn't ruin everything, or maybe it was one of the old cleaning droids who did it.

As you drag your legs over the bed you notice your green dress discarded on the floor, right at the foot of your bed. You giggle to yourself when you see your underwear half way across the room. Damn, Boba really was eager too then.

A thought then pops into your head, you were completely naked and exposed in front of him last night, and yet he wasn't. Somehow you found it both a bit embarrassing for yourself, but so hot on his end. Maybe the power dynamic didn't worry you as much as Garsa thought it might?

However right now you needed to move, so you push yourself off the soft mattress and start getting ready. You grab a piece of Meiloorun fruit as you pull a pair of black pants and a long sleeve red top over your body, relaxing as you ready for the day ahead.

***

Two days, you didn't see Boba for two days.

It was mainly you trying to avoid him a little, scared to be face to face with him again after what happened. What if he wasn't really interested? So you saved yourself the embarrassment.

But now you felt stupid, you didn't want him to think you weren't interested in him. You'd finished with your overthinking and worrying, it was time to make him aware you want him.

The last couple of days you still dipped your hand between your thighs, replaying the night on repeat. Wanting more from him.

The shift this morning flew by, but now it was nearing lunch time and you knew Boba was holding court, meaning he was going to be in the throne room most the day.

You smirk to yourself as you see one of your short skirts in the closet, thinking about maybe teasing Boba a bit. The skirt sat just under your ass cheeks, it covered you completely fine until you bent over a bit and your whole ass would be on show.

The reason Boba decided to hold court was due to him wanting to keep it peaceful with Mos Epsa and reassure the people there. You assume it would also carry on with what happened the other night at dinner, even though you weren't sure what fully happened there and what was being discussed.

As you get closer to the throne room you dare to sneak up the steps and peak in, the room hadn't been this busy since the party. Guests drinking and quietly chatting between themselves, some sitting in the booths just staring at Boba. Everyone clearly having their own opinions on the current events, and you were unsure if this was safe.

Could any of these people be trusted?

You look over to the throne and see Boba is sitting in his same usual position, one hand on his thigh and the other on the armrest, listening to the person who is stood in front of him. Wondering what they are talking about, it was hard to tell as his helmet was on.

But like always Fennec was hanging around the throne, staring down at the crowd, making sure it would be safe. Her eyes shot over to yours, clearly confused by your sudden appearance. Her eyes soften for a moment as she gives you a small smile and then returns to scanning the room.

You take one last look at Boba, how beautifully he sat in his throne. Knowing how handsome he was under that helmet, how thick and heavenly his cock was, how beautiful he sounded when you took him in your mouth.

Oh maker you needed to go otherwise you'd climb up to that throne and beg for him to take you now.

So as you turn back around and head into the kitchen, you pull your hand under your skirt hoping it went up enough to give him a show. Smirking to yourself as reach the bottom of the stairs. Just as you're tying your apron the droid appears with the dishes.

It wasn't too bad of a job today, however the morning you were off, thanks to Boba, was a nightmare. When you had gotten in for the lunch shift that day the dishes from that morning were still slightly dirty, meaning you had to do the whole job again. You did need to talk to him about hiring more kitchen cleaning staff.

As you clean though you think about how beautiful he looked sitting there, how powerful he was.

The man knew how to assert dominance in a room and it was something you hoped to see up close, in private with him. Or even not in private, liking the idea of him bossing you around when others are near. Just so they know you're his.

You wish he would make an extra step with you, showing you more interest. You already showed him you submitted to him the other night, hoping he knew that it meant you wanting to submit to him more than just that one time. Always willing to submit to him if he asked.

Finally though the dishes were almost done. You were drying off the last couple of cutlery now, placing all your dried dishes off to the side to keep the counter in front of you clear.

Then the sound of spars is slowly creeping up to the kitchen door. You don't turn around as a small smirk crawls back onto your face. Knowing he was coming in here. He was making his was in, getting closer and closer to you.

There is a moment were it's silent, causing you to be unsure where he was exactly. But you still didn't dare to look, finding it amusing to ignore him almost.

A pair of hands land on both sides of your waist, gripping you tight. Hot flush travels over your body, the feeling in your lower stomach appearing. Dropping the towel as he pulls your body closer to his, his cock resting against your ass.

''Were you trying to show everyone your ass, or just me?'' Boba says in such a beautiful tone, the power and amusement visible through the helmets modifier.

The smirk on your face stays as you say ''I have no clue what you're on about.''

Then he thrusts his pelvis against you, pushing you into the counter. ''Oh really now?''

Your hands are resting on the top of the empty counter to give yourself balance from his unexpected thrust, as you feel wetness slowly drip out of you.

''Because I saw a little slut poke her head into my court and as she left gave me a wonderful view of her ass'' he says, pulling your hips closer to him. A heavy breath leaves your lips, you weren't sure if it was his touch on you or the degrading name, but you were finding this so attractive.

His grip on you tightens, causing a quiet moan to escape your lips. ''Such an eager girl, bet you even wore this skirt for me.''

''Maybe I did'' you whisper back, causing him to bend your body over the counter and putting your whole ass on show. You can feel one of his hands leave your hip to lift your skirt up, placing it under his other hand, and then rest it on your ass, stroking your ass cheek.

''Hmm, so you suck my dick once and suddenly you start to tease me? Start acting up?'' Boba says. His hand still stroking your ass check, unaware where his sight was.

Then his cold helmet rests next to your ear, ''do you have a safe word, cyar'ika?''

Your mind goes blank, you'd never needed one before, which caused you to become aroused and excited. Did he intend to be really rough with you? Is this what he meant by ruining you? So you try to think of a word quickly, one that wouldn't come up whilst fucking. ''Meiloorun'' you say, thinking of the fruit you enjoyed from the market the other day. He hums and removes his head from next to your ear.

Next thing you know a burn crawls across your ass cheek and your body is pushed into the edge of the counter. It took you a moment to realise what happened, he had slapped your ass hard whilst still wearing his mainly leather gloves. The action did hurt, but caused so much pleasure that you didn't care.

''Little sluts who decide to tease me get punished, so I'm going slap your ass 5 times and let the sound of it echo through the hallways. Making anyone able to hear me teaching you a lesson.''

You let out a little moan, it's like he knew what you were thinking the other night with Fennec, about the whole 'teaching you a lesson'.

''You got that?''

''Yes, sir'' you reply, awaiting his next slap.

Luckily you don't wait long, this time was a little harder. You wonder if the first slap was to test if you were okay with it, him needing some idea on if you enjoyed it. And you did, you really did. You were sure he could probably seeing you slowly soaking your underwear.

You also wonder how much he must enjoy this, his breathing was deep behind his helmet, and every time he spoke there was an amused tone. If this is what was to come by interacting sexually with this man, then stars were you excited to find out what else could come.

Another slap follows and he praises ''you're taking your punishment so well, like a good girl.''

Once again letting out another moan, it accidently being louder then you meant for it to be.

How had he managed to make you so desperate for him so quickly? Like sure you had wanted him for weeks, had imagined how he would be with you whilst you touched yourself. But him doing it all now, doing more than you had imagined?

It still felt like a dream.

But again the feeling of the fourth slap reminded you this was real.

''Do you want everyone to hear you?'' he teases, ''want everyone to hear your moans as I slap your pretty ass?''

You felt the need to apologise, feeling a little embarrassed by the idea of someone hearing you.

''Or do you just want to flash your ass to everyone again and they can see someone has already claimed it?''

A heavy breath leaves your lips, with a slight moan. The idea of people knowing you were his turned you more and more on. Wanting everyone to know you had his hands on you.

How you want him to claim you.

Your body was on full alert, wanting more. Needing the ache in your underwear to be fixed.

Then the last slap hits, you couldn't tell if it hurt more as it was stronger than the others or if it was due to your cheek being so sore. Your face was red, your underwear was soaked, and you were so incredibly aroused.

Boba's hand stroked over your ass cheek again, causing you to shiver and flinch away. Maker, your ass was sore now, but the coldness of his glove soothed it a little. ''You took that so well'' he praised.

''Thank you, sir'' you whimper out. Heavy breaths still leaving your mouth as you smiled to yourself a little, it was a good job you wore the skirt then.

His hand wanders down, further between your legs and pushing them apart. A gloved finger pushing over your soaked underwear, ''oh, you enjoyed your punishment then?'' the smirk still heard through the words like always.

''A little bit'' you say softly.

The finger raises and starts slowly massaging you through the underwear. You let out a quiet whimpered moan, you could get used to this type of teasing from him. ''You want more?''

You nod quickly, practically ready to beg for him to do more.

But then he removes his hand and pulling your skirt back down. Then he pulls your body back up straight, your back resting against his chest. ''Shame. I've got a job to get back to, and I don't think you've learnt your lesson yet'' Boba states.

You turn around quickly to face him, staring right into his dark visor. ''Please, that's not fair'' you say, your breathing still heavy.

The palm of his hand rests on your chin as his index finger and thumb grip each of your cheeks, ''I don't care. I'm in charge here little one, maybe next time don't tease me. Or if you do, you'll get worse then that.''

The pool in your stomach grows, your pussy clenching around nothing, and your knees daring to drop.

''Be good, and maybe I'll reward you later'' he says, that smirk still there. So you nod in response and he lets go of your face. Then he turns to leave the kitchen, but before he does adds ''oh, and don't you dare touch yourself before I get my hands back on you.''

And then he headed back to his throne.

This man, oh how you needed him so badly!

It annoyed you and also aroused you that he left you like this. But you also hoped he would keep to his word and 'reward' you later.

Now the kitchen was silent, heck the Palace seemed quiet. Which caused embarrassment to cover you, if it was this quiet did everyone hear what just happened?

You don't dare wait around for people to investigate and hurry back to your quarters.

But in your rush you bump into Skad, he was staring at his datapad not looking where he was going as you sped around the corner. ''Oh sorry mate'' he apologises.

''No, sorry, that was my fault. I shouldn't be rushing around like that'' you awkwardly laugh.

''Everything alright? You seem flushed and like you're running from something'' he states, looking down the empty corridor like it would give him the answer of if you were being followed.

You shake your head and say ''no, no. Nothing like that, just want to go rest until my next shift.''

It was so odd, him seeming worried something happened. You'd not really spoken to him, you hadn't seen him since the night Krrsantan broke in to be honest, Boba kept sending him out on far patrols. ''Alright, I'll see you around then'' Skad gives you a small smile and wanders off, back to being glued to his pad.

So you carry on heading back to your room. Once you shut the door behind you you let out a deep breath. How did you manage this?

Like a few weeks ago you were so angry and also scared of this man, scared of what he would do to this planet and if he started a civil war. You couldn't have imagined leaving the Sanctuary and working here, if you told yourself a few months ago you'd be working in the Palace you'd never believe it.

Yet this was your life now. Working for the Daimyo, whilst also having him slowly claim you.

It felt so unreal.

Later on you hang around the kitchen awhile after you finished the evenings dishes, waiting for Boba. You felt silly waiting, but you wanted to see what he meant exactly, about 'rewarding you'.

It had been almost an hour before you saw anyone.

''Hey, what you still doing here?'' Drash asks breaking your boredom. She was stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe, looking very confused to see you still here.

''Oh, just making sure everything's okay in here'' you lie, you couldn't exactly tell her you were waiting for the boss to come touch you again.

She gives you a more confused look and says ''well you best go to bed, the Daimyo isn't in the best mood and everyone is staying clear of his path.''

As she turns to leave you quickly catch up to her and say ''what do you mean? What's happened?'' You start to become worried. Was Boba okay? You hadn't heard anything, nothing that made you worry.

''He was off on his training with the rancor when 8D8 informed him we can't find many re-enforcements to help him out'' she shrugs, ''guess that's what happens when you've outlived most your friends sadly.''

She was right in that sense. You weren't sure exactly how old Boba was, but the tales and rumours of him had him old enough that yeah he wouldn't have many alive friends anymore.

''The only person they knew for fact they could count on apparently has no real way to be reached since they don't have a ship anymore or something. So he's not in the best mood, if I was you I'd just go to bed and avoid the throne room for a bit'' Drash adds.

So you nod and she heads back towards the garage, most likely to tinker with her bike or something. You just stare at the steps to the throne room and shiver, you weren't one for confrontation, and you hated being near others when they were in a bad mood.

Part of you wanted to go in and check he was alright, but then you remind yourself that you didn't really know this man. You imagined he wouldn't be nice around when annoyed, and you wouldn't even know how to comfort him.

So you don't, you go back and hang your apron up, then rush out the kitchen for the second time today.

''Haar'chak!'' You hear Boba yell from the throne room as you pass the stairs. Your feet halter and stare at the stairs listening, waiting to see if you could hear anything else. As much as you didn't like these situations you still wanted to know what was happening in the place you lived and worked in. Wanting to know what your boss, who you've got something going on with, was doing.

''Boss, come on, calm down! We'll get hold of Djarin and maybe he'll have some contacts too'' you hear Fennec say.

''And if we don't? We're kriffed Fennec!'' Boba's voice was deep, almost scary. That voice belonged to a man that people feared, the one you knew the rumours of. ''I refuse to be pushed out without a fight, but we cannot do this alone. We've already lost!''

You hadn't met this side of him, in the weeks you'd known him he seemed nice enough, there was still a clear indication of power and leadership, but nothing 'scary'. But this man you overheard right now? There was anger behind the words, more than just 'not getting his own way'. You can imagine this voice belonging to a man who hunted down people as a job, this was the Boba Fett you'd been told about.

''Listen to me Boba, everything's going to be fine. Just go rest, then carry on your training tomorrow. Let me and that dumb droid sort this'' Fennec sighs.

It goes quiet, and you're just standing at the bottom of the steps, almost stuck in fear. You weren't sure on any feelings for this man in terms of trust, but this was making you question a lot. He had made it very clear to you that he respected trust a lot and how much it means to him, but what about the other way around?

How were you supposed to trust him? How were you supposed to trust him with your body and allow him to do what he wishes to you?

''I'm going to bed, it's pointless just standing here stressing all night over nothing'' Fennec scuffs, ''it'll be sorted one way or another.''

You hear footprints move around and assume she's gone to her room. Maybe you should do the same?

So you do, you finally pick your feet up and turn yourself back around towards your quarters. You are so deep in thoughts you didn't hear the feet approach the top of the steps. ''Ad'ika'' you hear from the throne room steps. Once again your feet halter and you slowly turn back around to see Boba standing at the top of the steps.

He was still in full armour, helmet on. His hands were at his sides, one seeming to be curled into a fist.

''Evening sir'' you say trying to hide any nerves, from both listening when you probably shouldn't have and from being uneasy about him right this moment. His posture seemed tense, the anger you just heard was still radiating off him.

''What are you doing? Your shift ended a long time ago'' he was still at the steps, but the weight of his words made it feel like he was right in front of you.

''Oh, I was just... cleaning the rest of the kitchen.''

You knew it was a very obvious lie, but you didn't want to sound desperate. Not wanting to admit you had been waiting for over an hour for him to come and touch you more.

Boba then signals with his fingers to come to him, and you hesitantly move towards him. Heart beating out your chest the closer you got to him. As you stood at the bottom of his steps you could feel his imposing power, feeling so small and insignificant to him.

Once you reach the top of the steps his hand reaches out and grabs your neck, pressing it slightly to cause your legs to press together. All worry suddenly gone, for a moment anyway.

''What did I tell you about trust? How I don't like liars'' he says, his voice still in that deep tone.

The worry flooded your body, realising he might have thought you were over listening, which you were, but not intentionally. ''I'm sorry Boba, I wasn't trying to listen. I was just passing wh-''

A smack hits your face causing all words to stop. You move your face back to facing him as he presses a little harder on your throat, a heavy breath leaving your opened mouth. These actions shouldn't be turning you on so much, but yet they were. Moments ago you were uneasy about him, and now you'd do anything for him to keep degrading you.

Just wanting something from him.

''Using your pretty mouth for lies when you could use it for much better things. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson.''

Then the hand leaves your throat and he grabs your hand, pulling you into one of the booths at the back of the empty throne room. Ironically the same one you sat in when you signed your contract.

''Kneel'' Boba demands, and you quickly obey.

You weren't worrying as much anymore seeing as he didn't actually seem angry. You hoped at least. Hoping he wasn't just using you to get his anger out.

Your eyes were currently facing his crotch, it being level to you. A hand places under your chin to force your head to stare into the black visor. Even with the visor you could imagine how he might be staring at you, how his gaze would be.

''If you want to me to accept your apology maybe you should earn it, show me why I should'' he says with a deep demanding tone as he lets go of your face.

So you reach your hands out and pull the zipper down on the front of his crotch, ignoring the belt hanging right above, just dealing with it. Managing to free his cock without any real trouble and massaging it with your hand at first, making it to its full length. As you feel it harden under your hand you then feel his gloved hand on your head, clearly indicating to you to take it into your mouth.

And so you do. You lean forward and push his cock between your lips, wetting it completely as it slowly makes its way to the back of your throat.

For a moment you just kneel there with his full length in your mouth, in the middle of the throne room where anyone could walk in.

Then before you can fully brace for it Boba's hand tightens in your hair and he pulls his dick back a bit, before shoving it right the way back in. This caused you to gag a little and then you heard above ''remember to tap my thigh if you need me to stop, and use your safeword if needed.'' Which helped you relax a bit, because regardless of him 'teaching you a lesson' he was still making sure you were comfortable.

Your thighs pressed together, oh the bare minimum can do so much to a girl.

The feeling of him just thrusting into your mouth made you feel used, but in such a good way. His thrusts were slow but long, taking his time to use your mouth in the way he wished.

The hand in your hair pulls a bit as he says ''look at you, taking my cock so well. Maybe I should haven given you this lesson earlier too, maybe then you wouldn't need a second one.''

Him recalling earlier today made your pussy clench, thinking about how your ass was sore for a good few hours after he was done with you. You were still in the same clothes so you wonder if he could see where he marked you earlier.

But now you think you've lost any chance of a 'reward' from Boba, seeing as he is teaching you another lesson.

A deeper thrust causes you to gag again, but not enough that you felt the need to stop or pull back.

''See your mouth can be used for better things than lies.''

Part of you wishes his cock wasn't in your mouth so you could explain to him that you weren't lying really, that you were just waiting for him until Drash spoke to you. So you groan again his dick to indicate that you didn't really agree with his statement.

''Oh, do you wish to say something little one? Or should you just keep taking my cock and I'll reward you in someway?'' He asks, it was in a mix of a teasing and demanding tone. He had stopped thrusting, he was staring at you with his hand in your hair, waiting for a response.

So you move your head forward and take his length back in, you wanted that reward. You needed it!

All day you had been stuck horny for him, not allowed a release due to promises of him doing it for you. But you so badly wanted it, it was driving you insane as you felt your underwear continue to be dripped into.

''Good girl'' Boba says as his thrusts start again.

You try to close your mouth a little, to add more tightness for him but also in hope it would stop your jaw from cramping, as it was starting to.

Then you feel spit and droll start to run down your chin, feeling it run onto your clothes. You didn't really mind, finding it amusing that there was visible evidence of what happened tonight.

His grip loosens and he readjusts himself then he starts thrusting your mouth quicker. Tears start to fill your eyes, this felt so good.

This was now the second time you'd taken his cock in your mouth, and both times it made you feel slightly overstimulated in the best way, and now both times it worried you how you'd ever be able to be fucked by him.

His length was so thick and he very clearly knew how to use it in the best ways possible, and if he was to fuck you then he really would ruin you. Just like he said he wanted to.

''I'm gonna cum down your throat, okay princess?'' he grunts, so you hum around him as a response.

A few more fast thrusts and the salty, musky taste of his cum hits the back of your throat. You close your eyes in pleasure, enjoying knowing your mouth made him do this.

He rides his orgasm out, his hand now just slightly placed on your head. So you decide to pull your head back and run your tongue over his tip, making sure to clear his cock as you swallowed his cum.

When you completely pull back you look up at him to be greeted with the emotionless helmet. After he tucks himself back away he runs his thumb over your chin and says ''oh, did my girl make a mess down her face?''

'My girl'?

You felt like you were on fire, your underwear was slowly soaking and you let a little whimper out your mouth.

Boba's other hand reaches behind him to grab the end of the fabric that hung off his back, pulled it round to the front of his body and brought it up to your chin. The fabric was rough, but his touch under it was gentle. You're just staring at him in awe, it felt nice to have someone clean the mess they caused up.

''Do you think you deserve some reward now?'' He asks almost softly, his hand now resting on your dry chin, ''since you took me so well, and I have accepted your apology.''

You just give him a simple nod, scared that any words that left you would just be a mumbling mess.

He offers you his hand and you take it, he slowly helps you up. Maker, your knees were sore. They felt bruised and burnt from the rug slung over the stone flooring.

You are now face to face with his helmet again, your bodies so close to each other. Using one hand to stroke your cheek whilst the other travels under your skirt to grab your ass.

However you flitch a bit, apparently still sore from earlier. Boba must have gathered so he let go and just stroked it instead saying, ''did I go too hard on you earlier?''

You shyly shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed it.

That same small chuckle emerges from behind his helmet, ''such a dirty girl'' he mutters.

For a moment you both just stand there in silence, scared he could hear your pussy clenching round air, scared your own wetness would be able to be heard due to how quiet it was now.

He then moves his helmet to the other side of your head were his hand isn't and says ''do you wish to go back to your quarters or stay here for your reward?''

''My quarters'' you whimper out.

''Oh so she can still speak?'' he clearly smirks, ''thought I had broken that pretty mouth for a minute.''

Before you can react his hand on your faces leaves and the one on your ass lowers, and then suddenly your body is thrown over his shoulder. You let out a huge breath as you realise how easily he picked you up, and the action makes your pussy once again clench.

This man can overpower you so quickly, taking you with ease.

''Let me reward my good girl then'' he states and then starts leaving the throne room. Watching the room backwards as it leaves your view, ascending down onto the corridor.

You pray no one was around as your whole ass was now on show, your underwear may as well not even be there due to how soaked they were.

It felt almost like you were being paraded around to an invisible crowd. Honestly the thought of him parading you through a real crowd seemed exciting, knowing everyone would look and them knowing you belong to him. Knowing they can't have you, that you're only his.

Seeing the Palace from this view was throwing off your location a bit, even though you knew the ways to your own quarters it was still odd. And before you knew it you were back at your room.

Like he did the other night he unlocked your door and walked in with you still over his shoulder, only putting you down on your bed.

You're laying back, your skirt completely flashing him, staring at him completely speechless.

Watching as his hands reach up to his helmet, pulling it off to revel his handsome face. You hadn't seen it in days, almost forgetting just how beautiful he was. Boba then places the helmet down on the end of the bed, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

He pulls your legs up so your feet are resting on the edge of the bed as your knees bend in the air. It takes you a moment to realise he is removing your shoes, and once he does he spreads your legs more and steps between them, caging himself in with your knees either side of his torso.

The feeling of his gaze is melting you, so many emotions visible through his eyes and yet none at the same time. Mainly just lust.

A hand moves down your body to where your soaking underwear is. Watching him remove his gloves, then feeling his bare fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, a small whimper leaves your lips.

Slowly he then starts to remove your underwear, exposing your soaked pussy to him. Feeling them be discarded off your body and probably thrown to some random location in your room.

Then Boba gently runs a finger through your folds causing you to almost jump at the touch, so desperate for it. You had been waiting all day for this, and needed this release.

''Maker you are one needy slut aren't you?'' he says as you pushes one finger into your pussy.

''Only for you'' you whisper as your eyes roll back and a moan crawls out your throat.

A groan leaves him and you feel a shift in the bed. Then you feel a slight bite on your thigh causing you to whimper with pleasure. ''Good'' he praises and then leaves a couple of kisses on your thigh around where he just bit.

You then feel him pull his finger out of you and your eyes shot open. Using your elbows to lean up to see what was happening, but before you can say another his mouth attaches to your mould. Your elbows give way and you fall back into your bed as a heavy moan leaves you.

Stars, his tongue was talented!

His tongue traced inside your folds, like he was trying to take you all in. It felt so good, oh how much you were already enjoying this reward.

Your hand goes down to grip onto his hair before you remember he doesn't have any, so you move your hand and grip the bedsheets instead. Needing some way of steadying yourself.

One of his hands travel up your body, pulling your shirt up and starts playing with your nipple between his fingers. It was so different to when you played with your own nipples, it's like his touch made the pleasure last longer.

This was so much. How were you so overstimulated again already?

Then his tongue enters your hole, causing your hips to raise against his face as his nose knocks your clit, which then makes you gasp out a loud moan. He obviously realised what happened and uses his free hand to grip onto your hip to grind your pussy against his face.

If he carries on like this you won't last much longer, so you mutter out ''I'm g-getting clo-close.''

Which then his grips tighten on your nipple and hip, trying to bring you closer and closer to that release. This was the first time you'd ever gotten so close so quickly, but him teasing you earlier and then making you suck his cock just got you so horny, you had been waiting to cum for hours at this rate.

''Cum for me, cyar'ika'' he mumbles against your core, the vibration of his voice just made you closer.

Once his mouth returns you cum almost instantly. Your eyes roll back as you see fireworks, your hands tighten on the sheets, your thighs begin to clamp around his head but he doesn't seem to mind.

He keeps eating you out through your orgasm until your legs begin to shake from it being too much, ''Boba, pl-please'' you plead. Unable to form a real sentence as your body was tiring itself out, but he just kept going.

Was he trying to make you cum twice?

You weren't even sure if you could, you'd never been able to cum that quickly after.

But then he moved his head up to catch your dazed gaze, his chin and nose shiny from your release. ''What's the matter babygirl? Too much for you?''

His teasing made you weak, in any other situation you know your legs would press together, but instead you just felt your arousal return.

''Can you cum one more time for me?'' Boba asks, his fingers already playing with your hole again, ''your pussy is just too good for me to only make it cum once tonight.''

It was almost like he was begging you, and you really wanted him to. So you nod, awaiting for him to move back but he doesn't, instead his gaze is still locked onto yours as a smirk comes onto his face.

''Use your words, princess.''

''P-please sir, make me cu-cum again'' you plead, your voice so small and out of breath still.

He then leans down and places a kiss on your lips, the taste and smell of your own release filling your senses as his tongue enters your mouth for a moment. ''Good girl'' Boba says before returning back to between your legs.

This time though he mainly focuses on just licking and sucking at your mould as his two fingers slowly fuck your hole. You moan heavy, your body still sensitive from before.

Your hands are starting to cramp from gripping the sheets, but it was just so good how you felt right now. ''Fuck Boba'' you quietly moan, which causes his own mouth to vibrate against your clit.

Once again your hips raise, but this time he lowers them. His two fingers curling inside you as his tongue attacks your clit.

You were a mess under his touch, maker you couldn't wait for the day he fucks you. You felt so full from his fingers so you just know his cock will complete you.

''C-close'' you mutter to him.

Boba's tongue is removed as he says ''then cum for me girl.''

His fingers curl again as his tongue reattaches to you clit, and your eyes slam shut. Cumming harder than you did the first time. A loud moan escapes, not really caring how embarrassingly loud it was right now. Again your thighs clamp around his head, this time shaking as your orgasm rippled through you.

Your hand slightly shaking as you tap his arm, hoping he'd understand you needed him to remove his mouth, and luckily he does.

He looks at you again with shine round his mouth as he praises ''so good for me.'' Grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on it.

Watching as he ascends off the ground and hoovering over you, then placing hands either side of your head. He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, again all you can taste and smell is yourself.

One of his hand cups the side of your head, stroke your head through your hair. All the worry from earlier felt so stupid, the worry of trust was gone, almost anyway.

In this moment you felt safe, you felt like he would never hurt you.

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frozenwolftemplar · 8 months

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For the ask game!

5, 8, 14, 18, 31, 39, 45, 60, 65, 73

I know it's been a bit, but I haven't forgotten about this and have been adding to it in between all that fic writing/editing last month (and my laptop being a pain) and it's finally ready! I really like all these questions and wanted to give great answers; I hope you enjoy! (warning though: it's long).

5: Do you like constructive criticism? - Yes, I actually do! Admittedly, it can be hard to hear, and also admittedly I haven't had much experience receiving it (prior to writing fic, my main genre of writing was academic, and I never got much writing feedback on those papers), but the odd times I have received it I did appreciate it and feel like I grew as a result.

8: Do you prefer the beginning, middle or end of the story? - Ending, one-hundred percent! I just love that feeling you get when the story starts winding down, folding itself up like a letter you're about to tuck in an envelope, and you can feel it; it's such a cool sensation and I love it. Plus, I like the fun in thinking up a final angsty gut-punch line or snappy bit of humor to end things on.

14: How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel or draw from personal experiences? - I usually try to clear my head (easier said than done) and really slot myself in the character's shoes, focusing on the scene and how it affects them and let that guide what I write. I really try to let the scene guide what happens next, especially if the scene is a conversation or argument; in the latter case I'll probably go back later and revise it a little to make sure everything is in-character.

I do sometimes draw from personal experience, especially for more intense emotions like anger or disappointment; I have a multi-chap upcoming where Cass goes through a pretty tough time and I dipped into personal experience a lot for it.

18: Do you title your fics before, during, or after and how do you come up with them? - Honestly, titling fics is hands-down one of the hardest parts of the whole fic-writing process for me; it's usually the very last thing I tackle along with the summary, and more often than not I just do the whole 'one-word title' thing. 🙃 If a fic is inspired by a particular literary work or quote, I usually reference that for the title (like 'White Roses')

31: Do you start with the characters or the plot? - I'm...not actually sure? A lot of my fics start with a plot, but other times (especially if I'm working from a prompt) I start with the characters and just think of different situations to put them in and how they'd react. But maybe that's still plot first? I think the answer would be some of each, then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

39: Share a snippet from a WIP - Gladly! How about that multi-chap I just mentioned?

"She had only taken a few steps towards the barracks, though, when a cry split the still spring air. "Ho! Coming up the road! The Captain and his troops!" Dad! Instantly Cass changed course, sprinting for the front courtyard. Her dad was back early! Hooray! As much as she liked having Captain Williams here, it just wasn't the same as her dad. She had missed him so much, and couldn't wait to sit on his lap and hear- "Look alive, everyone! They've got a man down!"

45: Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh? - Well, my favorite thing to do is pull the rug out from under readers; give them some cute fluff or a happy moment then -BAM!- flash forward to angst! But between the two: laugh. I know I write a fair amount of angst, and I do enjoy it very much, but I just really love reading a comment where someone says that my writing made them laugh. 😊

60: Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like? - Well, you've commented on my fics, right? 😉 I have been so fortunate as to have had this happen to me many times, starting from the very first fic I posted. A few writers who I held (and still hold!) as among the fandom's very best actually said they liked what I wrote and I, an extremely self-conscious writer who was seriously thinking I'd made a huge mistake and should just delete my account before I could humiliate myself- was over the moon (once the initial mortification of oh my gosh, this incredibly talented person who's writing an epic read my piddly little fic wore off 😅).

It's been three years since then, and I still get such a thrill whenever I see any writer I admire comment on my fics (and if it's the first time they've commented on my fics, that 'oh my gosh' mortification still kicks in 🤦‍♀️)

65: Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project - I can't really name one thing in particular. Right now I'm on a bit of a break from new ideas; I currently have a lot of half-finished projects I want to get back to and fully-written fics that need to be edited before posting. So right now I'm most looking forward to digging out those old pieces and getting excited about them again. But I also have some ideas for Little Cass fics that I've never gotten around to writing at all, and I'm eager to dive into those and see where they lead!

73: What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? - My style. I mostly learned how to write a story by example, with my 'examples' being books like 'Little Women' and 'Anne of Green Gables:' titles that are well over a century old and written when the world had a different idea of how you write a novel. They have a flowery, flowing feel to them where the author routinely switches perspectives (sometimes several times to a page), personifies things like household objects and the environment, goes on about someone's thoughts and feelings at length, and provides some commentary on the goings-on. It's a style I love and, by habit and intent, strive to emulate. It makes my fics long and sometimes a challenge to write, but I love the end result too much to do it any other way!

Thank you so, so much for the ask! This was a lot of fun and I hope you enjoyed reading this! Take care! 💙

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chattaboochel · 1 year

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The Princess of Bangtan | Chap 9 |

Warnings: Angst, swearing, descriptions of gore, torture, gun violence, mentions of drugs, anxiety and panic attacks.

Words: 11.5K

Tags: @sugamilkteaxkookiesxcream , @maneprincess7

The

Princess

Bangtan

KAIA, JIMIN & JK

It was a sick joke, that’s what this had to be.

The gall of them, calling her Pretty bird and leaving this in her wake. It was cruel, a fucked way to taunt her, to taunt them.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, pretty bird”, Jimin repeats, not understanding the connection of the birds to Kaia. He looked up to Jungkook who had a knowing look in his eyes. "He thinks he’s being clever-"

Jimin scrunches the paper in his free hand, his temper teetering off the edge.

“Look at them, birds… every single fucking one of them”, Jungkook barely grits out, his temper threatening to explode out of his body. “Bastards, we can’t let them get away with this.”

“Kaia?” Jimin saw Jungkooks hands clench tightly into fists, something he himself didn't realize he was doing until his nails cut into the palm of his hands, blood trickling onto his finger tips. He wished his palms were wrapped around Daniels neck, his skin would pale under his grip, eyes would dilate until they were nothing but shells as he would breathe his last and then once his buddy Taemin received what was left of his body, he would come for him next.

No one fucks with Bangtan. No one fucks with Park Jimin and least of all Kaia.

Jungkooks too was fighting back his violent urges, he needed to shoot something and quickly. He hoped he would be lucky and wanted both Taemin and Daniel to be on the receiving end of his bullets.

Until then , it was his job to keep Kaia safe. Now especially. Jungkook ignores his brother white knuckling it beside him, calling out to Kaia but she doesn't respond. He tries again but still she doesn't utter a single word, she wouldn't even look at either him or Jimin, only to the scattered remains left on the ground. “Princess? Are you-"

Kaia could vaguely comprehend the words being spoken to her, sounds of reality started to muffled, her vision dimmed and her mouth rang dry. Everything in her body had shut down. Sweat built up in her shaky hands, mixing with the blood that coated them.

Drip, drip , drip….

All she could hear was what she imagined the animals went through in their final moments, the blood dripping from their tiny bodies.

How the bones must have snapped like twigs, how the birds would have wailed in agony. Like a rotation, crunch of bones, birds screeching and then his laugh.

Snap, crunch, stab, drip…

Over and over…

Kangs demented laughter echoed, his voice was like poison coating her ears, it burned and pulsed as her hands cupped around them to try to block out the sound, to block him out.

Snap, crunch, stab, drip…. His voice would follow, drowning out the rest.

“Stop, please stop.”

It only got louder and louder, her heart beat accelerating dangerously fast, her breath felt like it was stuck in her throat, suffocating her.

“I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t-“

“Kaia, hey look at me!”, Jimin tries to reach for her, but she wasn’t behind the shop anymore, not with Jungkook or Jimin.

She was with him, Kang Daniel. He preyed upon her anshe wasn't even with her in real time. He had a choke hold on her perception of reality, he taunts, he waits in hiding, ready to pounce.

What would she have to endure? Would her eyes get gouged out too? Would he break her arms? Her legs? Would he tear her body to shreds? “Kaia~”

The voice was faint, jumbled at first but the more vivid the imaginations got, the louder the voice became, more recognizable. “Oh pretty bird~”

He was In her head, rattling her skull from the inside.

“What is it? What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s having a panic attack-"

“Well how do we stop it?!”, Jungkook was prepared for most if not all situations but he felt powerless now, he thought he could always protect her, help her but he didn’t know what to do. “Jimin?! How do we help her?!”

Jungkooks voice increasing in volume snaps him out of it, the trembling girl in his care far more important than his inner turmoil. “We need to calm her down first.”

They barely got within a few feet from the girl before she pushed away from them, whimpering as the tears fell from her eyes and onto the floor beneath her. She pushed him away. “S-Stay away from me!”

Kaia could barely make out Jimins physical appearance, only seeing blurred and hazed pieces of his face, mixing with Kangs own features. She didn’t know who was with her anymore. She cradled her throbbing her head into her hands, as if her arms were only thing that could shield her, protect her.

“Kaia it’s alright, listen to me.”, everything was hazy, ears buzzed as her head shook, Kangs visage still apparent but his voice belonged to Jimin. “You are safe, you’re with me and Jungkook alright?. They’re not here. I won’t let them touch you."

Gasping, her throat burned, her lungs begged for air. Kangs voice began to fade, but her ears still rang. Jungkook took his chance to approach, slowly. “Princess?”, he tested with a gentle voice. “Breathe Kaia, c’mon.”

She couldn’t, nothing made sense, any breath she tried to take burned and left Kaia in a fit of coughs. Jimin, who couldn't bear the sight of his friend in pain any longer cupped her tear stained cheeks within his palms, forcing her to look at him.

“I need you to breathe okay?”, her focus switching to him, Jimins voice morphing into Kangs. Her eyes scrunched closed, willing, praying for him to go away. Her hands go for her hair, pulling and yanking at any strands she could get her hands on no matter how bad it hurt.

“Kaia no-“

Jungkook , acting faster than Jimin, grabbed Kaias hands by her wrists, holding them tight within his own.

“H-Hes In my head… he’s so loud… “, she wailed and thrashed in Jungkooks grip but he refused to let go of her, no matter how much she struggled. “Who? Whose in your head princess?”

“H-Him, he won’t go away, I keep hearing what he did, what he’ll do to me.”, her lip quivered, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Has this-“

“No.”, Jimin cuts Jungkook off. “Never this this bad.”

Jungkook didn’t like that, they were in uncharted territory. The both of them.

With Jimins soothing encouragements Kaia mustered enough strength to blink some of her tears away, finally able to see both him and Jungkook, their worried glances bearing down on her.

‘They’re not here, they’re not here, they’re not here’.

She focused on those words, even as her chest burned under the confines of her body, the lack of oxygen taking its toll. “M-My chest... It hurts… ”

“Once you get your breathing under control you’ll feel better I promise.” Jimin kept himself with her grounded for her, his emotions threatening to slip the more he saw Kaia experience this. “Try breathing with me. Nice and slow." she did as instructed , inhaling a short breath that felt as if she just took in a gust of poisonous fumes. She tried over and over again but it only seemed to panic her further, the pain in her chest doubling. “J-Jimin I can’t.”

“Ssh yes you can, you can do this.”, He reassures , pushing away her tears but they wouldn’t stop coming. Kaia gets more erratic, her heart racing within her body, lungs constricting and burning from the lack of air intake, if she didn’t slow her breathing soon she would faint. “Jimin it’s not fucking working, she’s not calming down!” Jungkook panicked, his voice loud enough to have Kaia look back at him, pulling at her wrists with his hand with a scared jolt.

“She won’t if you keep on yelling.”, Jimin glares at Jungkook as Kaia winces from the sudden volume of their voices. “Now are you going to help me or not?”

“But what do I even-“

“Distract her, If we can get her to focus on something, anything other than this she’ll start to relax. She’ll start to hyperventilate if she keeps this up.”

He said that with such familiarity, Jungkook knew that this had happened before. Many times.

This was one of the first times Kaia's tough exterior cracked and crumbles for Jungkook to witness, she looked so broken, so helpless.

This wasn’t his- the Kaia he grew to adore and he wasn’t willing to let that girl go so easily. Those bastards didn’t deserve her tears.

“Princess?”

Jimin takes a hold of her left wrist, while Jungkook takes her right, both gently holding her hands. Jungkook kissed atop her right knuckle. Kaia's skin buzzed under his lips, his affection brought warmth and comfort, something she so desperately needed. The feeling doubled when Jimin began rubbing the top of her left hand in soft circle motions.

Slower this time, Jungkook repeated himself. “C’mon Princess, don’t let them do this to you, you’re stronger than them.”

Tears fell harder from her eyes, scrunching them closed but she did as told, inhaling a short fast breath, her throat protested and she let out another string of coughs, her vision starting to blur. Jungkook softly smiled with encouragement, any progress was better than none he thought.

He pushed hair away from her eyes, Jimin not able to control his eyes as they narrowed in jealousy for a moment. “Slowly Kaia, Slowly.”

“It hurts-“, Jimin shushes her. "I know it does Kai, I know ssh...”

Jungkook watched the two, mainly only keeping his eyes on Kaia, unsure of how to proceed but something spurred him to act. He had to try and do something. He had to help her. Just like she did in that alley. “The night we met”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “W-What?.”

“The alley, Taemin and Kang could’ve have killed you, they would have but you never cowered. You held your own, trying to help me of all people. You barely even flinched when you drove that knife into that fuckers arm. You’re strong Kaia, so fucking brave and I’ll be damned if I stand by and let yourself fall to those bastards. You hear me ?”

“But that was your idea-“

“Stop trying to diminish yourself, they underestimated you and Kang paid for it. Everyday he’ll look down at that fucked up scar and remember how you beat him."

“I beat him?”

“Fuck yeah you did” Kaia didn’t know what to say, Jungkooks words pushed passed the cruel whispers of Kang Daniel, over coming it.

‘I won, I won, I-‘

Unbeknownst to her, Kaia had calmed down enough to let in shaky breaths, Jungkook smiled at the sight, relieved for the breakthrough.

“That's it, now slower this time OK princess? Like this”, Jungkook demonstrates for her, and she follows his instruction. First doing so with a stuttering breath but Jungkook still grinned all the same. “Atta girl.”

With each new breath, the fog lifted within her mind, her heart steadied, vision cleared but her eyes swollen from the tears.

“Thank you…”, tears of relief fell from her, Jungkook immediately wiped those tears away before his brain could catch up to him.

Jimin and Jungkooks heads snap behind them, running steps it sounded like, one person, heavy pants becoming more coherent the closer they got. Jimin had already stepped in front of his brother, hand on his waistband where his gun remained. Jungkook doing the same, purposefully stepping in front of Kaia to shield her.

The door swings open, revealing a slightly out of breath Beomgyu. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

“I heard screaming?” Jungkook dropped his hand from his gun, pulling Kaia to her feet, she wobbled as her head pounded, almost bringing her back down to the ground again but Jungkook is quick to steady her. "Woah woah! Easy Princess", She nodded. Taking a big breath, trying to blink away the headache forming within her skull. "Some fucker-"

“Nothing to be concerned about, we have it handled”, unlike Jungkook, Jimin kept his hand on his firearm, his trigger finger twitching in need, Jungkook watched with an inquisitive brow aimed at the launderer. “Take her back to the compound”

“What about you?”, Jungkook asked, pulling Kaia to his side, she clutched onto him tightly, her hand clutching on his shirt, wrinkling the fabric but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind.

Jimins hands ball up by his sides, the veins underneath his skin start to show more prominently than they have before. “I’ll clean this up.”

“You’re seriously-“

“Just go Jungkook, I don’t have time to argue with you.”

“Have it your way”, Kaia feels Jungkook pull her away from the scene, her voice called out before she had a chance to think. “Jimin!”

Her swollen eyes full of tears, pleading to him. “Come back, you better get back safe ok?”

Jimins heart wanted to break in two. “Get her out of here.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes but does as instructed, pulling Kaia toward him again, purposely keeping her sight forward and away from whatever Jimin had intended to do.

——

With both the two of them far away , Jimin turns his head toward Beomgyu who was looking down at the box discarded on the ground. “Poor Kaia…”, Jimin doesn’t say a word, too busy dealing with the storm raging under his skin. “Will she be ok?"

“Fine, she’ll be just…. fine…”

“I hope so, to think that was in there the whole time-“

Jimin doesn’t let him finish, doesn’t give him the privilege, pulling out his gun and opening fire on the txt boy.

He yells in pain, clutching his upper arms tightly even as the blood poured out of his wound and onto his hand, falling to his knees. The poor boy tried to defend himself by pulling out his own firearm but Jimin kicked it away, grabbing Beomgyu by his shirt collar. “Now you’re going to tell me who the hell gave you that box before I start shooting all your damn fingers off.”

- BANGTAN COMPOUND -

Kaia sat upon one of Seokjins hospital beds, Jungkook insisting she be checked by their physician after that little episode of hers, much to her dismay. She kept silent throughout her stay in his wing, carefully watching the doctor as he began taking her blood pressure.

“Breathe in”, she did so silently. “Breathe out."

Slowly she let out an exhale, Seokjin nodding, gently turning her arms to get a full view. “You know if you wanted to see me so badly, a simple social visit would’ve done the trick.”

“You know me, can’t do anything the easy way”, a brief chuckle escapes Jins throat, a brief moment of levity before he had to break it.

“Do these anxiety attacks come quite often? ”

“You’re the doctor so you tell me.”

“Kaia”, Seokjin sighs, shaking his head. “I can’t help you unless you work with me”

“It’s not worth fussing over.”

“And I say it is, nothing you say will leave this room”, he holds his hand out, “Let me help you.”

Seokjin continued his work, kaia remaining silent up until he had finished with his procedures, writing down what she presumed was her result . “I’ve had them since I was a kid”

A gentle smile gracing his handsome face as she complies, jotting down the details as Kaia continued. “Living with a drug addict whose supposed to be a mother does that to a person I guess”

“Perhaps it’s genetic, if your mother had a history of mental illness then it’s highly likely you’ve picked up her same eccentricities.”

“I guess…”

“With your permission I can pull up your mothers medical records and correlate them to your own.”

The question has Kaia taken aback. “I thought everyone here knew everything about me already.”

Seokjin understood her point, no doubt everyone within the core of Bangtan has pulled up Kaia's personal file, digging through her history. “I only delve into my patients' personal matters with their explicit consent. I’ve yet to delve into your own unless it was medically relevant.”

There was no hint of a lie anywhere on Jins features, he was being sincere, just as he’s always been since she first met the good doctor. Made her wonder what a generous man like himself doing in a group of criminals.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it”, Kaia nods in thanks. “Does anyone know about this?”

“Jimin was the only one who knew before but now you do and I guess Jungkook.”

“I know this isn’t how you wanted this to go but perhaps with a close few of us knowing, it may help you feel less isolated”

Again, his voice was tender when he spoke. His handsome face gave no hint of betraying his words. Kaia couldn’t help but be taken aback by Jin.

“You’re looking at me as if I’ve grown 3 heads.”

Kaia hadn’t noticed she had been staring at the doctor so intently, she laughed with embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh! Sorry it’s just that I didn’t expect you to be so honorable, given what you do for a living”

“I refuse to compromise my humanity. No matter how justified I may be, I will never cross that line.”

“Justified ?”

“Ah I’m just being dramatic is all”, Although he smiled for the girl, his eyes betrayed him, there was pain lingering deep with his eyes. Something that had burdened the doctor for a long time.

“Let’s hope your next visit will just be because you missed me huh?”

Seokjin winks, causing Kaia to blush even knowing this was an attempt to break away from the previous topic . “If it helps I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“Funny, Jungkook said the same when he first joined. Now I can’t seem to go through a week without seeing his butt here. Reckless little shit.”

Kaia giggled into her hands, Jin only wishing she wouldn’t hide her beautiful face.. “Sounds like him.”

“You don’t know the half of it and top it all off I have Jimin pulling that nonsense too.” he rolls his eyes, not seeing Kaia resist the urge to flinch at his carefree Jimin mention, unaware of how her insides wanted to gut themselves as Yoongis words were becoming a harsh truth.

Kaia was eager to be out of there and stood to her feet after assuming the doctor had finished, Only for Jin to put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down on the bed. “We aren't done?”

“Just a couple follow up checks, to ensure everything is alright”, she groaned, dramatically throwing her head back. “Seriously? Is that really necessary” within seconds the door practically bursts open to see Jungkook speedily making it through Jins treatment area. “You really couldn’t wait?”

“Someone has to save the princess from your prodding”, the doctor scowled, holding a clip board to his chest. “Eavesdropping too?”

“Well you were talking about me”, he says matter of factly, Kaia having to turn her head to head so he wouldn’t see the tips of her ears turning red. “Just say the word and I’ll carry you out of here”

“Quick! before he can catch us” She laughed even as Seokjin sent the youngest member a stern glare to which he brushed off. No one noticed the door to Jins infirmary swung open, another figure stepping into the room.

“Don’t you even think about it-“

“How is she?”

Kaias eyes go round at the new voice, Jimins voice, she snaps her head to the doorway to see him, standing there as if she wasn't in the room.

Jungkook crosses his arms, muttering under his breath. “You would know if you were here.”

“Jungkook”, Seokjin scolds with a shake of his head. “Good to see you well Jimin.”

“Yeah”, he nods, still not looking at the girl who had not dropped her gaze from him since he entered the room, Jungkook from his side felt a spike of jealousy at how she was looking at him. “Whats her condition?”

“It would be nice if my patient would comply to treatments.”

“And I told you I’m fine!”. She proclaims. “Tell them I’m fine.”

Seokjin reluctantly sighs. “She’ll be alright, all she’ll need is some rest. I’ll make sure she takes some painkillers that should help quell the anxiety”

“Jin I said-“

“I wouldn’t argue Princess”, even Jungkook agreed, siding with his doctor.

“But-“

“Kaia”, Jin gently places his hand on her arm. “It’s my job to ensure that when you are hurt that you are looked after, whether that’s physically or mentally”

“I know that, it’s just -“, she takes in a deep breath, avoiding any and all eye contact. “I don’t want to rely on those things”

Jin briefly caught Jimins eye, wondering if he would’ve had a similar conversation about this with her before. If the look was any indicator then he would assume that this wasn’t the first time Kaia had a stubborn streak when it comes to her mental health. “Accepting help doesn’t make you weak Kaia”

He lets go of her, watching as she crossed her arms with no response but the doctor figured he had hit her pretty deep with that. “Tell you what”, Jin brings out the bottle of medication, holding it out to her even though she refused to look at it. “You don’t have to take them but can you at least humor me by keeping them on you so if you ever feel the need for a little bit of respite it will be up to you.

Can you do this one thing for me?”

He was trying to help, much more than most did and she knew that. She found herself sighing, her hand clutching the small bottle, agreeing to at least take the bottle to make the doctor feel a little better.

“It’s ok Kaia”, the first words Kaia had heard from Jimin in a while, only now noticing the other two males in the room watching her with empathy. It was then she felt a warth travel down her cheeks, dropping onto her jeans with a subtle job.

She was crying…

“Oh!” She immediately covered her eyes, wiping away the tears from her eyes and face. “I’m sorry! I just-“

Jin shook his head as he pushed the pill bottle into her small hand, his much larger hand circling over her petite fingers, grasping and squeezing them in a comforting manner. “Relieved?”

“Y-Yeah”, she found herself laughing in a weird way, here she was crying out of relief, knowing her inner struggles wouldn't be such a hidden secret, she had people to turn to.

Jungkook grinned her signature bunny smile, Jin having to break their contact as he threw his tattooed arm around Kaia’s shoulder, “Don’t you worry Princess, you’re not the the only one who's tried denying our good ole doctor with his practices, it’s a losing battle”

“Ha, Jin said that you’re a bit of a troublemaker”, Kaia teases, Both Jungkook and Jin smiling at the return of that smile gracing her beautiful face.

Both men were thinking how much prettier she was with a smile.

“Something you’re influencing on miss Kaia”, The doctor smirks , putting his clip board behind him. “Hey I never said I was a good influence”, playfully pinching Kaias side which makes her punch Jungkooks stomach, her hand coming out more hurt than his rock hard abs were.

“Oh I’m hurt” Kaias eyes go round at the cheeky grin on his face,mockingly rubbing the ‘sore’ area on his stomach. “You’re so dead Jungkook”

“im surrounded by children”, Jin sweat drops, using his clipboard to hit both of them on their heads, making sure to hit Jungkook especially hard.

“Owwwww”, Jungkook and Kaia whined simultaneously while Jin watched on, looking rather pleased with himself.

Jimin watched the exchange, feeling like an outsider looking in, the closeness of Jungkook toward Kaia, the gentle tenderness Jin was able to share with his friend. “I’ll leave you to it- ”, Jungkook scoffs and glares, Kaia frowning at Jimins attempt at a sudden leave. “Running away again?”

“Jungkook-”, He doesn't listen to his elders this time. “So what? You just bail?”, he dropped his arm from Kaias shoulder, who watched the two with trepidation.

“The hell do you -”, He makes his way towards the door, but a hand on his arm stops him. Desperately pulling at his sleeve.

He knew this hand, this touch, the warmth.

“Jimin”, she barely whispered his name but her grip tightened. “Stay… please?” A shaky breath leaves his full lips, his heart painfull wretching within his chest. Even he couldn't deny her, not like this. He scrunches his eyes closed, keeping his tears at bay as he nods. “Alright”

He didn't see it, but she smiled ever so slightly. Seokjin too found himself gently smiling, hopeful for the two. “We’ll give you a moment”, Kaia nodded in thanks. “I’ll be right outside, Jungkook let's give them some privacy”

Jungkook makes a tct sound, glaring at Jimin without flinching. The doctor put a hand on his younger brothers shoulder, “Jungkook-” he shrugs Jin off. “I know” , “try not to fuck it up this time”, His harsh expression whipes away as soon as his gaze fixes itself on Kaiais. “I’ll be-”

“Right outside, I know Kookie-”, the name rolls off her lips without much thought, her cheeks flood with embarrassment as Jungkook eyes her with a newly adorned cheeky grin. “Kookie?”

“W-Well if you insist on calling me princess then i just thought-” Jungkook couldn’t help himself from pressing his lips quickly on one of her blushing cheeks, chuckling softly. “Relax princess, I like it but let’s just keep it between us ok? I have a reputation to uphold”

She didn't quite know what to say, still reeling from the fact that Jungkook had so boldly kissed her cheek without batting an eye, shamefully wondering what it would be like if his lips kissed her own instead. With a great deal of mental effort she was able to pull off a nod, hoping her cheeks hadn’t given away how flustered the tattoed man had made her. “We wouldn’t want anything to tarnish that", Jungkook smirks as a reply, quickly winking before feeling content enough to let Seokjin lead him out the room, purposely bumping Jimins shoulder on his way out.

And there they were.

Jimin and Kaia.

Alone, no excuses, no back outs, they would finally speak.

But the room was deafeningly quiet. Neither of them found the will to speak. Kaia had so many things to say before but now that she had him right before her, all those words turned to dust. She knew she couldn't leave it like this. “I figured a talk would have you know, more words?”

Jimin surprisingly chuckled but there was not a hint of humor in his tone. “I think that's generally how a conversation goes”

She shares his laugh. “Yeah…”, silence… once again… oh how she thought she was going to go insane. “Jimin…. You won’t- Why won’t you look at me?”

He completely tenses, not expecting those to be the first words out of her lips. “I just can’t….”

“You know that’s not true, you won’t”

“Can’t, won’t, what’s the difference Kaia?”

“There’s a big difference.”

“You promised you'd always be honest with me”, he grimaces as he recalls a memory, their younger selves, pinkie encompassing pinky, she too feeling the knot in her throat she reminisces the same memory. “What changed?”

“Nothing changed-“

“Then why? Why didn't you tell me?” He doesn't answer, his meekness making Kaia glare and get to her feet. Not sure if she was more mad or upset. Most likely both.

“it's not that simple” She scoffs at the lackluster answer, he was still dodging the truth. “You’re still evading the truth!”

She let out a painful sigh as Jimins silence still reigned on, he could only look to the ground shamefully. “Did you…. Did you not trust me?”

That finally struck a chord with him, bringing himself to her, for the first time defensive. “How could you think that? I trust you with my life Kaia”

“But not with this, were you ever going to tell me?” His silence was more than enough of an answer. “Never?” Tears started to build in her eyes, Jimin feverishly shook his head, knowing he wouldn’t be able to take another second longer if she started to cry. “No! Not forever, I was just- I was… I was afraid to…”

“Afraid?”

“Yes”, he breathes out a shallow breath, “I thought that- that I… “

“I can’t do this…”, he goes to walk away, Kaias temper starts to bubble and boil within her blood. “You're seriously going to walk away? Again?! Are you fucking serious?”

“That's not-”, Kaia cuts him off. “You’re assuming I’ll react a certain way before even telling me? Do you really think I’m that shallow? To you Jimin? You’re one of the only-“ she couldn’t finish that sentence, the truth is too painful to express. “But you’re just going to run away?without even trying? You’re not a coward so stop pretending to be one!.” Jimin flinches, still avoiding eye contact. “Look at me”

He doesn't do it, still running away, still afraid. “Fucking look at me Park Jimin”, unable to resit, his eyes draw to hers, seeing how the tears threatened to spill, his guilt retching in his stomach. ��Was everything else a lie too? All these years? Did I ever mean-”

“YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME”, “That's why I kept this from you, I had to.”

She found herself scoffing, even as Jimins outburst warmed her heart ever so slightly. “You had to? You didn’t have to do anything”

For the first time in this confrontation Jimins regretful expression slips into annoyance. “Yes I did, to keep you alive I had to lie. I never wanted to hurt you, this wasn’t easy for me to” She didn't know how to answer that, knowing Jimin would never take joy in upsetting her. “I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to use you to get to me”

She looks at him confused but lets him speak. “It was the only way I could keep you safe. Do you have any idea how easy it would be for you to be a target?”

“Well I do now!” She couldn't believe what he was saying, he was being ridiculous. “If I knew something, anything, maybe I could’ve handled myself better that night, I could have-“

“Could you have what Kaia? Hurt someone? Kill someone if you had to?”

Her stomach twists in knots, could she have? She remembered how easily her knife slide into Kangs arm, the blood the spurlted from the wound. But what if it was in his neck? His heart?

Could she had killed him, would she be capable?

“I did Jimin, that night, the same night that started all this mess. I hurt that bastard and if I had no other choice I would have done worse”

“You can’t come back from killing someone Kai, it swallows your soul. You’ll see that person every time you close your eyes, every time you breathe you relive the moment they breathed their last, it will haunt you. You don’t have to go through that, I can save you from that”

She knew with how vulnerable his words were, that there was a familiarity lingering within his gaze. Jimin was talking about himself, what he felt after presumably murdering someone.

Still, this information settles into Kaia and she surprises him, not showing a moment of fear or disgust. “But who will save you?”

“I can’t be saved, but I can stop you before you tredd down this path.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want this path?”

“What do you think I’m so afraid of?”

It was as if the puzzle pieces had come together, why Jimin had gone to great lengths to shield her from this life. All the lies were to keep her safe, protected, innocent.

As much as she hated his need for secrets, she understood, and wondered if she would’ve done the same if she was in his shoes.

“I wanted you to have a chance at a normal life, to be-”, he doesn't finish, suddenly wincing and grabbing a hold of his shoulder, “ahh shit” Kaias eyes latching onto him, seeing a purple bruise lingering peaking out from his shirt collar.“Take your shirt off”

Jimin looked at her, perplexed. “Kaia what-”

“Just fucking take it off”, Jimin lets out a sigh but ultimately doesnt fight her, letting his fingers slowly undo the buttons of his silk shirt. Kaias' breath hitches when she saw the cuts, bruises and scars that littered his toned body. Some were covered with fresh bandages whilst others were without, older wounds that were starting to fade as they healed.

Yoongis words sprung to life in her head, how she was the cause of this. “I didn’t want to believe it”, she muttered as quietly as a mouse, making small steps towards her friend. “Do they hurt?'' She knew what she asked was a stupid question but she needed it to be answered.

Kaia brings a hand to his chest, her skin making the briefest of contact with one of his many bruises makes his body go rigid from the pain.

A pained wince makes Kaia jerk her hand away from him, feeling an urge to run herself but Jimin catches her wrist before she can get far.“Yes''

He doesn't drop her hand but doesn't move it either, just holds it. Kaia chokes on a sob, her own guilt crushing her. Yoongi was right, he had always been right.

She had unknowingly caused him such pain and anguish, destroying him… All for his own need for repentance, for her.

If anyone should be repenting, then it should be her, she thought.

“I deserve this Kaia”

“W-What?”, she stuttered, her hand remained in his. “For everything I’ve done and for all I will do. I’ll always be less than worthy of you but if it meant keeping you safe… then I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it meant you’d hate me” “I just had to make it right, I just had to Kaia, I just-“

“Shut up , just shut up right now. Do you even hear yourself?” Tears fell her eyes, Jimin went to step away at the sight, fearing he had overstepped but stopped but a shy but gentle touch gracing his cheek. He gasps , the feeling of her touch was familiar and comforting. “I could never hate you, not even if I wanted to.”

He couldn’t believe the words that fell from her lips,

After everything he had done , she didn’t hate him.

No , he couldn’t believe she would accept him, still care for him , love-

She couldn’t… love him, never him.

“W-What? Kaia you- ? But I’ve done such terrible things, things you have no idea about. I’ve killed Kaia, extorted others. You have to hate me it’s the lonely way I can make up for-“

“Never '', She silences him, pressing a finger to his lips, much like he did to her back when this all started. So please , don’t do this anymore” Jimin lets go of her hand, instead using it to wipe away her tears with the softest touch of his thumbs. “I’m so sorry that I made you do this but please stop, I wont- I cant see you like this…”

Jimin frowns, his hand dropping to her turtleneck of her shirt, dragging down the fabric to reveal the bruising skin that lay beneath, caused by Yoongi. “And what about you?” His hand then drops to her arms.“I- We are supposed to keep you safe… but look at you…”

She grasped at his hands, he immediately squeezed them back. “I guess we match”, Jimin didn’t know if he should’ve cried or laughed at her comment, Kaia herself barely choked out a dull laugh.“Bruises and cuts heal Jimin, I’d be dead without you, without everyone else here”, he sighed but silently agreed, he didn’t want to even think about the possibility of her dying.

Jimin lets go of Kaias hands, rebut toning up his shirt as he faces away from her.

“You shouldn’t forgive me”

“And you shouldn’t feel guilty ”, shaking her head, but he didn’t look her way, not believing. “But I want you to understand something.”

“You’ve done so much to protect me Jimin, im so grateful that I’ve had you looking out for me for long but… whether or not I want to be involved needs to be my choice. Not one made for me”

He was afraid she would say that but he didn’t vocalize it, not wanting to strain their relationship further. “This is your life, mafia or not. If you’re apart if it then I am too”

“You don’t know what your asking”

“I do Jimin, I’m involved in this, I chose to be”

Jimin gives his friend a confused look, not understanding what she had been implying. “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t know Kaia had already started building relationships with the members of Bangtan, even going as far as making a deal with one.”Just let me finish.”

Kaia merely gives him a look to say she’ll tell him later. “If you want to make things right then you stop hurting yourself and you stop hiding things from me. I want to know everything. Every gritty, bloody and fucked part of it and about you.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. “What?”

A shaky breath leaves his throat, turning his body around to hide the relieved tears Building within his eyes. “You're not afraid of me…”, she shakes her head, a small laugh leaving her before she wraps her arms around his waist from behind. “You’re such a idiot” “I was never afraid and I never will be, not ever Jiminie”

He turned around in an instant , caging her within his arms in tight grip, a sob escaping his throat as he let the tears fall away with no attempt to hold them back. Kaias hands gently stroke his back, a small smile creeping on her lip as she felt the familiarity of his warmth again. She missed this, missed him as he did her.

Minutes go by in silence where only the two of them mattered. The lost time was made up as they embraced and cried to each other.

“Where did you go?”, she whispered, not wanting to break the moment between the two of them but she couldn’t stay within the safe arms of Jimin, no matter how much she wanted to. “Oh and Beomgyu! I didn’t say anything to him after what happened. Where is he? I didn’t see him come back with you?”

That had Jimins expression fall, his body go lax against hers enough for Kaia to pull herself away to look at he

friends' eyes, seeing hints of hesitation and guilt.

He opens his mouth to speak but no words leave his lips, Kaia couldn’t help but frown, frustration lurking. “Jimin?”

“He’s…. Fuck” again he hesitates, Kaia’s frustration turning from but a whisper to a bold feeling, matching the pit in her stomach. “Don’t you dare start this with more lies. Not after all this. What happened?”

Jimins fists clenched at his sides, ashamed at how quickly he was to revert back to his old roots. “You’re not going to like it-“

“Doesn’t matter””

“But-“

“But nothing, you tell it to me straight”

—

Nothing could stop the female from her outrage, not even Jungkook, Jimin and Jin hurriedly following after her as she stormed through the compound and as she burst through Namjoon's office door.

“Where is he?”, Namjoon hardly looked surprised to see her from his desk, his eyes not even moving from whatever file he was going over. Yoongi about to lunge from his spot but is stopped with an unenthusiastic gesture of his hand. “Hello to you to Kaia”

“Where is he Namjoon?”, RM finally glances away from his desk, a quick command to Jin has the doctor closing the door to his office. “You know, knocking on my door is just as effective as slamming it open.”

“Stop fucking with me and tell me where Beomgyu is.”

“You seem to be under the impression that I am behind Beomgyus current predicament when the one you brought him here is standing a few feet from you”

“Jimin told me everything”, stepping in front of Jimin as a way of protecting him, something he sighed at. “Oh did he?”

Park Jimin looks away from RMs quizzical stare, one he quickly turned toward Kaias. “If you are so well informed then you should know exactly why Beomgyu is in interrogation-“

“Do you really think I’m that stupid? it’s not interrogation, it’s torture”

“Stupid? no, naive? Perhaps”

She took a breath in to try and keep her composure. “You can’t do this to him, Beomgyu didn’t do this”

“Now you sound idiotic” Yoongi scoffs. , “What makes you so sure that’s true? Lemme guess. Blind faith?”

“I know him, he wouldn’t do this, he’s not capable-“

“And you’ve always been such a fucking great judge of character have you?” “ Your so-called family was working for us right under your nose. You have not the slightest clue of what anyone in this room or let alone Choi Beomgyu is capable of”

Jimin scowled at his callous words, his hand gently resting on Kaias back in an attempt to keep Kaia calm. “What Yoongi is trying to say is that we don’t have enough to go on, all we know is that Beomgyu was the one who brought you the box.”

Aggravated, She pushed him away. “That someone else could have left! He said he found it”

“Could? Not wouldn’t? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got as much faith in this boy as you claim to have”, Namjoon states , coldly and calculated as he always does.

“That’s- I didn’t-“

“V informed us that Beomgyu was instructed to be within the northern border of our territory, fulfilling a task for him as V had intended but instead he was with you, in the complete opposite direction. For all intensive purposes he shouldn’t of been there.”

"Lets not forget that waited until after you had seen Kangs little care package." Yoongi smirked , giving Kaia a taunting glare. “Care to explain that?”

She bit her tongue, knowing that he had a point. It didn’t make any sense but she couldn’t believe that Beomgyu, sweet Beomgyu who would do anything for his friends would be a part of something like this. She had to know the truth. “He’s your friend… my friend… this is wrong”

“Maybe she has a point”, Jin breaks his silence, “Don’t you think this is out of character for Beomgyu? should we really be giving him such harsh treatment?”

RM sighs, leaning forward in his desk as everyone else watches on either in interest or uncomfortable silence. “I’m fulfilling my job in order to protect you Kaia, so is everyone else. Tell me Jimin, did Beomgyu seem genuine when you questioned him? When he pleaded for his innocence?”

Jimin looked to Kaia, looking for permission it felt like as his guilt filled eyes met hers. “Kaia I-“

“Be honest.”

He nodded, his fist clenched as he quickly gave her an apologetic look. “Well?”

“No, he did not…”

“Then there you have it, if he can’t be persuaded by a shot to the arm then perhaps V can coast it out of him”

Kaia glared at the detachment that came from Namjoon, unable to stop herself from speaking her mind. “You’re fucking heartless, if you’d really put the people you consider comrades through this kind of shit then maybe you should start reevaluating yourself.”, her comment has everyone’s eyes going wide in the room, even Namjoon found himself eyeing Kaia more intensely then he ever has.

Yoongi however barely contained a growl that was brewing in his throat. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

He thought it would be so easy to install fear in this girl as he so easily did when his hands were around her throat . “Calm down-“, Jin tries to intervene, going to pull Kaia away from the heaving Yoongi but Kaia pushed his body away. “Or what? What could you possibly do Yoongi? Threaten me? choke me?”

“Keep at it Princess, I dare you” , Hair stood on the back of her neck and a shudder made its way down her body. Not expecting to hear Yoongi of all people utilize Jungkooks nickname for her.

And she hated how it made her feel…

Jimin and Jungkook bolt to Kaia, Jungkook opting to keep his arm around her waist loosely as Jimin opted to merely stand in front of her to shield her frame from the second in command. "Whats she talking about?" Jungkook asks in confusion, darting angry eyes toward Yoongi.

"A lapse in judgment, one that wont happen again", Yoongi rolls eyes at Namjoons placating and the way the Jungkook glared at him, protectively keeping his grip on Kaia. "Maybe when the girl stops being in the way-

"In the way? how dare you-"

RM seemingly having enough of this squabble, hits his desk with a firm first, effectively silencing the two of them. “Enough, you’re acting like petulant children, the both of you”, Kaia wasn’t expecting the scolding from the boss, her cheeks tinge with embarrassment, dropping her glare from his second in command.

“Kaia.”

“Y-Yes?”, she stutters, Jungkook found himself squeezing her hip in reassurance, she mouthed a discreet thank you to the tattooed man.

“What would you have me do? After all this revolves around you, does it not?”

“I’m guessing an immediate release not an option”

A singular look from RM answers that question.

“Let me talk to him, maybe I can get him to talk? Tell the truth? I don’t know. Let me do something”

Namjoons hand rests under his chin in thought, as the rest of the males in the room eye the female with shock at her suggestion.

“Even if the truth isn’t what you may want it to be?”, She digests those words for a few moments, making sure to look at RM directly in the eyes when she answers.

“When has it ever been.”

“Hm, I suppose you can convince the boy to divulge his secrets before V resorts to his more creative ideas or create motivation as he does”

“What?-“

“Namjoon you can’t be-“, RM immediately cuts Jimins pleas of protest. “I believe I was talking to Kaia, Jimin”

“You’ve got to be fucking joking?”, Yoongi rushes to RM, who seemed to be prepared for his closest advisors outcry.

“Do I look like I’m joking? If she’s so desperate to be involved than a look into V’s warehouses should show some perspective”

“You’d let this outsider-“

“Did I ask for your input?”, his voice cut through Yoongis, never has Kaia seen the man who had no problem wrapping hands around her neck look as if he was scared. “You’ll take her to V, without incident. Is that understood?”

Everyone in the room stiffened, remembering who was in charge here. The heads may be considered family but they must never forget Kim Namjoons word is law and must always be obeyed. Even Yoongi couldn’t fight against that. “Fine.”

“Namjoon”, Jimin starts, his voice had slight shake to start with. “Let me-"

“Does she need you to hold her hand?”, Kaia watched one of her closest friends physically shudder as his boss addressed him. No one heard Jin chide Namjoon from his spot. She indeed understood RM held the power here but to see Jimin almost shrink in submission made her want to cower herself. “I- I but she cant-"

“Perhaps I didn’t make it clear”, RM gets to his feet, his glare having Jimin set himself straight, Kaia watched him with fearful eyes. “The girl will accompany Yoongi to assist with the problem. This is the last I’ll hear of this.” Jimin looked at Kaia, and he looked scared. She had thought it was because of the imposing aura RM had over the room but that merely contributed. “Return once you have what you need”

Jungkook, as much as he wanted to keep Kaia to himself , dropped his arm from her waist, giving her a reassuring smile. He hoped she wouldn’t catch on to the fear he shared with Jimin, the fear that hide behind that charming look of his.

He too was afraid of what she would think of him when she saw what Bangtan did to would be traitors… Afraid of how she would see them after she got a real look.

“Are you sure this is what you want?.”

He looked pained, fighting against every protective instinct in his body. Kaias hand finds its ways around Jimins arm, squeezing gently. “I do, I’m not letting you cover my eyes anymore. I need to do this. This is-“

“Your choice, I know. I’ll try to get better with this. It's just- I don’t think you can come back after this. You can turn back , you don’t have to… “

“You know I have to.”, quickly glances at RM as she said that which has Jimin nodding begrudgingly.

It’s Yoongi who breaks the uneasy silence, grabbing Kaia's wrist, tugging her from RMs study. “Let’s just get on with it.”

YOONGI, KAIA & TAEHYUNG

The first thing Kaia was greeted to was screams. Bangtans second in command hadn’t so much as said a word as he led her to one of Taehyungs play rooms.

The first one made her jump out of her skin, Yoongi however didn’t so much as flinch, numb to the shrills of pain. He had been for a long time.

More screams, each louder and louder than the last. Kaia gulped, goosebumps starting to climb through his skin as she heard tools clanging on the ground. The copper esk scent of blood was overwhelmingly strong, it took everything in her not to gag.

It wasn’t until she turned the corner and had full view of the chaos where her stomach threatened to spill out its contents. Beomgyu, a person she considers to be a friend was strung up by his hands as if he was piece of meat, his shirt removed in front of him stood a laughing Taehyung. Blood cascaded down Beomgyus front, lacerations covering his entire body, cuts that only a whip with metal edges could make. “Again”

“I told you! I don’t know-“, Beomgyus words turn into howls of pain as another person , unknown to Kaia unleashes a series of motions with his wrist. Cracking the whip over the whimpering boy again but down his back.

Kaia covered her mouth, a gasp escaping her throat before her palms even make contact with her lips. Taehyungs ears perk, signally his minion yo stop with a gesture of his hand. “Now this is a surprise.” He laughs again, the glee in his voice sends shivers down her spine. “Come to join in on the fun princess?”

The little taunt is enough for her to snap her fear into rage. “How could you-“

“How could I what?”, he plays innocent as if Beomgyu wasn’t currently groaning in pain behind him. “How could be gracious enough to get justice for the one who left that little present for you? I’m doing this for your benefit”

“My benefit?! You mean for your own sick and twisted fantasies”, her fists clenched. “He didn’t do this, he couldn’t have-“

“Oh really? How Do you know that for certain? Were you with him all day?”

Kaia glared but answered honestly. “No”

“And don’t you find it odd that he went out of his way just to deliver said box right to you, somewhere where he knew you’d have to open it”

“I-I… what does that have to do-“

“Don’t be so ignorant”, Yoongi cuts in, “Even you don’t believe these pathetic pleas of his”

“Kaia please, I didn’t-“

Taehyung pulls a knife from the inside of his jacket, holding it to Beomgyus throat, pressing the blade hard enough to draw blood. “SSH ssh, quiet now~”

“Well ? “, Yoongi crosses his arms, waiting for a rebuttal. He wasn’t sure if he was thankful or disappointed in the girl's sudden silence.

“I don’t assume the worst-“

“Is that all you can contribute? Whining over something you don’t even believe? What the fuck was Rm thinking letting you down here? Waste of time”

The second in command goes to pull Kaia back out of the room but she shrugs him away, V still holding his blade to Beomgyus neck smirked at her resistance.

“I know Beomgyu well enough that he’s loyal to you, txt even more so. Why would he-“, she struggled to describe what she wished she could forget from the contents of that box. “Why would he do this? Knowing how close you guys watch me? Why didn’t he leave?”

“Now that’s a fine question, wouldn't you agree Suga? !”, V seemed it fit to withdraw his knife from Beomgyu, the strung boy gasping and tiredly letting his body hang from his chains. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

Another hand gesture and the figure comes out the shadows, a woman of all people, with a cold expression hands over the whip back to Taehyung. It takes another along with a quick word to have the woman slowly slink up the stairs.

“We should keep this between us comrades, you deserve a more experienced hand Beomgyu and I’ve been dying to see what exactly makes you tick”

Beomgyu somehow finds it within himself to chuckle, even if it makes him wince shortly afterwards. “You should know better than anyone”

V laughs, lifting Beomgyus' head up with the grip of the whip, “See ? This is why I like you. Such spirit much like our little princess”

Kaia couldn’t help but take the nearest object, a small hand mirror of all things and hurl it at V, who merely side stepped to avoid it as if he knew what she would do before she had. “She’s had a rough day, something I think you may know about no?”

“I see a secret hiding under your skin”, he tsks, pulling out a lighter from his pocket. “What do you have to gain by keeping such invigorating information to yourself?” Beomgyu doesn’t answer but having Taehyung circle him like a shark has him squirming in his bonds. Kaia couldn’t see the next object V had collected from his treasure trove of torture devices he had stashed in this room.

A popping sound confuses her still, then something fell and cluttered on the ground and a subtle roll of a spray can lid slides out from behind Beomgyu, it stopping completely once it hit the sole of Kaias shoe.

She had no time to even ponder it before a bright light had erupted, the his of the spray can being pressed and

How Beomgyu screamed.

“Beomgyu?!”

He recoils forward with such a jolt when the next wave of fire hits his skin that the chains clang, violently pulling his body back into position. “G-GAH UGH”

“And I feared he had gone mute on us”, Kaia couldn’t take listening to his screams, attempting to run toward him but Yoongi grabbed a hold of her middle, tugging her back before she could get far. “Let go of me!! You can’t let him do this you can’t-“

“You knew what you were walking into Kaia, face reality” She pulled and shoved at him, hissing at the tight grip he had of her wrists. “For fuck sakes, you keep this up and so help me I’ll burn you myself.”

“Yeah you’d love that but you wouldn’t dare, it’s not in you.”

Kaia was suprused when Yoongi let out his own chuckle, his voice deepened even further than she thought, forcibly tugging her to Yoongis front. “Is that fact? Who do you think taught V all he knows?”

She was a fool to forget how dangerous he was, how they all were. This was the man behind the monster.

“How about we turn this little job of mine into a lesson hm?” Kaia didn’t hear V sneak up behind her and Yoongi.

Yoongi only rolled his eyes, shoving Kaia away from him without so much of a care. Kaia stumbled forward but was able to catch herself, ready to dart toward Beomgyu in an attempt to save him but she’s stopped when V hands out the whip, holding to Kaia.

“What are you-“

“You want answers don’t you?” He gestures back to the torture device back in his hand. “Why not get them himself? Get your own hands dirty?”

He grinned at the look of horror on her face. “You want me too-“

“No, I think you want you too. Don’t tell me you aren’t a little curious to see what makes him really scream?”

“No!” Yes.

Kaia thought it so clearly.

She did want to know , she craved the feeling of having a life in her hands, something she felt like her own life had been for all this time.

But to give in to V when he already had hands in her future would be foolish, she knew that so she stashed her forbidden desires deep within herself. Hoping no one would know how close she wanted to get to that forbidden apple.

“I won’t- he didn’t do this.”

“Well Gyu? Little Kaia thinks you’re innocent. Are you? And be honest now. You know how much I hate liars.”

Beomgyu heaved, slumped against his chains. “I didn’t do it, I swear Kaia. I didn’t!”

For the first time in a while Yoongi speaks out, leaning against on of the walls. “He speaks the truth”

“Then let him go! If you knew he didn’t do it, why keep him here?”, Yoongi let out his trademark scoff, shaking his head as V silently watched, trailing his fingers of the leather grip of the whip. “It was never of question whether he did it.”

“But-”

V smirks, cracking the whip once again against Beomgyu, whimpering at the blow as more blood trailed down his body. Kaia couldn’t look away. “Now c’mon Kaia, you’re a smart girl. Surely you can figure it out”

She thought back, remembering Beomgyu was the one who gave her the package but never said who was the sender.

Kaias beliefs and trust in Beomgyu faded when a singular question broke through her mind.

“Someone gave it to you”, she didn’t realise she had said her fear aloud until Beomgyus eyes go wide, followed by silence. V smirked and whipped Beomgyu again, Kaia didn’t flinch. “Well don’t leave the lady in suspense Gyu”.

Still, he didn’t say a word, Kaia pleaded in her head for him to just say otherwise, to defend himself, to say he didn’t have a part in this.

But no words left the young gang members' lips.

“Beomgyu~”, the torturer practically sang his name, the boy refused his eyes. Biting his lip to contain his screams as another dose of flames was unleashed on his back.

Yoongi started to step forward, wasting no time to throw a punch into Beomgyus gut, leaving the man gagging on his own saliva. “Who gave you the box? You won’t like where this night goes if you keep quiet kid.”

As if on cue, Beomgyu doesn’t just yell, he screams, Yoongi using his fingers to dig into the many cuts on his back, pulling the flesh apart and prodding further into each wound without mercy.

Beomgyu screamed so loud his voice gave out on him, his body spasming , the pain was excruciating.

V snuck away behind Kaia who couldn’t keep her eyes off Beomgyu, watching in minute detail as Yoongi tugged, tore and dug into Beomgyus poor back.

She couldn’t feel V leaning his arm onto her shoulder, his mouth hovering right above her ear. “He knows how to put on a show doesn’t he?”

Kaia was shaking, intrigued and disgusted by the horrors she watched Beomgyu endure. She winced as Yoongi grabbed the broken shards of the mirror she had tossed earlier, stabbing them into his back, lifting his charred skin with glass pieces.

She found herself hung up over every reaction Beomgyus body would make, each laceration, how his voice would waived depending on Yoongis actions. Wondering how long it would be before he would break.

‘Why I am I thinking like this’

“Perhaps V can persuade the rest of your little friends to sing, assuming they are just as traitorous as you.”

That seemed to break Beomgyu out of his vow of silence, his eyes buldging with fear. “They didn’t know!”

“Won’t know till I get my hands on them for sure Gyu, I wonder who shall I start with? Soobin? Or I’m sure he’ll put up a real fight, I always love a challenge.”

“Stop, you’ve done enough..”

V ignores her. “But then there’s Hueningkai, I’ve always wanted to know what his insides would look like on my floor-“

“I owed someone a favour!”

Yoongi stops his hand before it connect with Beomgyus stomach whilst V leaned forward, his voice slipping into Kaias ears. “There it is, not so innocent now is he?”

She shoved him off her, ignoring the way her heart heated faster when he was so close to her and the way her skin flushed under the heat of his breath on her ear. “Beomgyu? Tell me you didn’t, tell me you weren’t in on it”

He doesn’t say anything at first, looking down at the bloodstained floor, slumping within his restraints. “I didn’t know what they planned, what they put in the box. I owed Taemin a favour, it was just business.”

Kaia didn’t realise she had stomped over to him until her eyes met his own, she shoved him, making him buckle backwards before his chains forcibly yanked him back, a hiss of pain sounding from his throat. “How could you have not known?! What did you think they were going to do?!”

Beomgyu bit his lip, Kaia smart enough to realise that meant he still was keeping secrets. Taehyung also seeing this spurred to action, putting his knife directly under the boys chin, the blade sharp enough to draw blood even with the smallest amount of pressure. “I believe Princess asked you a question.”

“I thought- I thought we were friends.”

He sighed sadly, “I’m sorry Kaia, I’m so sorry. I had no idea what they were planning. That they had put those things in there.”

She was so ready to defend Beomgyu just a few moments ago, but all that crumbled before her. Feeling hurt that Beomgyu didn’t even acknowledge their friendship. “The guys had no part in it, I swear, do whatever you want with me but leave them out of it. Please.”

V smirked at that, spraying another wave fire onto his back, Beomgyu couldn’t contain his scream not matter how much he wanted to.

Kaia looked to him, shocked why he had to suffer more. “Hes telling the truth!”, she believed it now, she knew he would never risk his brothers, and she knew they would be devastated if they lost Beomgyu. Even if she felt a pang in her chest at the confirmation of his involvement. She couldn’t allow this. She hadn’t fallen that far. Yet.

“Oh I know he is and here I hoped I could play a little more now that I have an audience.”

“The fuck is wrong with you!”, she snarls, V only smiling as he watched her temper rise. “You knew he wasn’t lying!”

“Of course I did.”, he reached up and unclipped Beomgyus hands from his chains, his body dropping to the ground in a heap. Beomgyu barely was able to lift his head from the ground before collapsing on himself, his eyes scrunching closed, breathing shallow breaths.

His back was in a state of horror, welted with an obnoxiously dark red, cuts still dripping with blood and skin bubbling and peeling with nasty looking blisters. The shards of the mirror still protruding from the many wounds Yoongi had inflicted.

Kaia felt the bile creep into her mouth, trying another attempt at coming free from her lips but she forced it down. She wouldn’t show anymore weakness to him, never again.

Yoongi himself doesn’t seem pleased with his protege either, his eyebrows furrowing as he quickly checked the pulse of the battered Beomgyu before opting to leave to gather Seokjin and Jhope before Beomgyu died of blood loss.

V however couldn’t keep his gaze off the fuming brunette in front of him, not even Beomgyus delicious injured body could take him away from the woman. Something that has never occurred to him before but intrigued him greatly. “Oh look at those eyes, full of hatred and loathing and all for me. Would you prefer I was in his place? That you were inflicting all sorts of little horrors you desired on me?”

“And then some.”

Kaia thought it impossible for his grin widen any further but it did and it made the room feel even smaller, more suffocating . “Oooh careful baby, remember, I control your fate thanks to that little deal of yours.”

Bangtans second in command stopped in his tracks , rolling his eyes at the reckless girl but ready to end whatever was happening between Kaia and V with a harsh word.

What he didn’t expect was to see Kaia make a swing for V’s face, connecting her closed fist with his check.

Vs head conking to the side, his hair falling in front of his eyes. “You’ll never control me. Not ever”

V flexes his jaw, hearing Suga take premeditated steps toward him followed by the rushed ones of both Seokjin and Jhope.

“Jin? Hobi? What are you guys-“

“It’s not important Kaia but first I need you to listen to me and back away”, Jin calls to her carefully, Jhope making cautious steps towards V. “Kaia back away from him”

Taehyungs head was tilted to the side from the impact of Kaias hit, his dark hair falling over his eyes. The air had gone deadly silent. Quiet enough one could hear one’s breathing.

The silence cracks with the sound of Kim Taehyungs laughter, a matching grin that made Kaias skin prickle with goosebumps. He brings his tumb up to his lip, collecting the blood that trickled from his lip onto his finger before bringing it to his mouth. His tongue lapped around his appendage, humming at the taste of his own blood.

“Now that’s more like it, are you ready to play now?”, he continues to laugh, going to step forward, his hand jolts out and painfully clasps onto her jaw. “Let go of me-“

“How much longer are you going to play miss innocent? When that charade falls and you’ll delve into what you really are? Give in-“

“Taehyung”, Yoongi speaks his name, his real name and V’s body goes tense, his hand loosening its grip on Kaias face, “One more step and I’ll throw you into that room.”

Jhope and Jin fully step in between them, Jhope fully pulling V’s body away to the cover of the room, slightly glaring at Yoongi and his threat.

“Fucking perfect”, he curses, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Tend to Beomgyu, Soobin won’t look to kindly on this if one of his dies”, Jin doesn’t say a word, already he had made his way to Beomgyus still body on the ground. “He doesn’t leave this room”

“You got it”, Hobi keeps his hands on v’s shoulders who remained remarkably quiet. Very out of character for him.

”You”, min Yoongi keep his face blank, but his tone was stern and cold. “Out”

“B-But”, his glare promptly shuts her up. “Now.”

Kaia got the hint, whatever exchange she had just witnessed was considered something very classified and as much as Bangtan are under an oath of protection for her well-being, she didn’t feel like testing if that could break.

She goes to leave, a single foot was on of the staircase steps before she stops , turning around to face Yoongi dead in the eyes. “I know you would rather see me rot than be here. For being a risk but…“, she stopped herself before she could finish. Not understanding why she felt so compelled to have such moment with Yoongi of all people.

“I'm tired of being looked down on, being ignorant. That ends now, you’ll see.”

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V, Jhope and Suga

This whole situation was a shit show. Shinee becoming bolder and bolder, their own people braying their cause and now he Kaia on top of that.

Yoongi could not understand this girl at all. After everything she’s seen, after that night in his office, she should have cowered away like any other person would have.

Kaia watched the torture, and it looked as if she considered V’s offer in taking the reigns of being a torturer. Not to mention her little send off that she directed at hom specifically.

She wanted to prove herself and to him. ‘She’s an infuriating, reckless and impulsive woman with no right being so involved within our affairs’

He ignored the way his heart lurched at her words, wanting to see how exactly this mission of her would pan out. Maybe then he could understand why RM found her so interesting.

The room is silent, Jin refusing to speak a word to anyone as he has Beomgyu rushed away to his wing for extensive treatment. Disappointment hung heavily on his shoulders, everyone felt it.

V shakes his head, leaning his head back with a humorous grin, Jhope tightening his grip on his shoulders, feeling the unease in the room. “Something funny?”

Taehyung laughs more, leaning forward as much as Jhopes grip would allow. “I know that look.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play that naive game with me hyung, she frustrates you, challenges you.”, he chuckles in between his words. “You like that don’t you?”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous.”, He scowls at Taehyung who looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’re delusional.”

“Oh I’m many things Yoongi but I know when I’m right. The human body is very honest and yours is practically singing.”

Yoongis glare doesn’t scare the torturer, only fueling him more, “Don’t think I haven't noticed the way you look at the little princess either Hobi.”

“It’s not- shit”, Yoongi looks at Jhope in disbelief, hoping his brother wasn’t stupid enough to have fallen so far already. “We know each other that’s all”

“But you yearn for something from the girl or perhaps the girl herself.”

Suga tilts his head to the side, allowing Jhope to let V go who finally stands to his feet, flexing his wrists , not missing his brother attempt to avoid an answer.

“What exactly are you up to V?”. The second pillar finally drops the question, watching Vs eyebrow quirk up.

“You’re going to have be more specific-“

“Kaia”, he harshly cuts in. “You let her hit you.”

“Did I now?”

“I thought so too.”, Jhope joins Yoongi's side. “Wouldn’t have taken you much to stop her but you didn’t.”

“Why? What game are you playing?” Yoongi asks.

V gives them both a taunting look before making way to one his walls full of torture equipment. “There’s something, something lurking within.”

“And that’s what exactly?”, Taehyung smiled at his mentors question, his hand gently trailing down one of his many knives mounted on the walls.

“She may be beautiful but there’s a sleeping beast within her.” He bit his lip, his blood pumping with excitement. “And I want to unleash it.”

“What happens then?”, Taehyung groaned with pleasure, Hobi had asked the right question.

“I have a feeling many will suffer and fear the little bird as she evolves into a deadly Vulture.”

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Oh, another writer ask game, I'm in! I'm glad you rb it :3 💫🌈🦋🌿🍉🎀(yep, again, because your writing is amazin!)🎈💝🤍💥🎙️💋💌

OMG WAIT, I SCHEDULED THIS SOMETIME LAST WEEK TO POST LATER BUT THEN THERE WAS THAT OTHER ASK GAME AND I FORGOT TO DELETE THIS ONE WEOFIHWEIFUHWEIJ-

GODDAMNIT. aNYWAYS. Now I can't delete it #_#

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? Any and all comments, really! I'm a crumb person and easy to please, you can send me a heart and I will have enough motivation to write the next chapter xD However I do especially like it when people find the symbolism or thematic relevances that I incorporate :3 Makes me feel like "yeah, I did good this time. good job me."

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? Recently I've posted everything I've written, so... there's nothing nobody won't know. However I did struggle with that whole bonfire dancing scene in TFLM.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic? Since I'm currently only writing AruAni, I feel like making Armin smart is a really fucking hard job xD For his character development, I need him to use his stellar brains, but that means I gotta make him use his stellar brains... and... T^T yeah, I worry a lot that readers will find what ultimately happens sounds silly/not clever enough.

🌿how does creating make you feel? VERY satisfied! Incredibly so! Makes me happy to write and post and share what I've created with people :3

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life? My fics are all a representation of things I want in my life, both the big and small. For example, in Chap 3 of VBEOW, Armin and Annie share hot chocolate in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning; that kind of comfortable intimacy and quiet shared space is something I also crave. Another example is in the very first part of the series where Annie gets Armin to cry and grieve - it's a reflection of the fact that I too want to care for someone in that kind of way. xD This is prolly TMI xD Sorry xD

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing Hmmm. Okay Moon, so, I'm very glad you started this series, tho it wasn't planned, it has made you very happy and you're managing to fill canon timeskips with something that is hopefully, making readers happy too.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change? I'm really not sure xD I think it's mostly consistent thus far (?)

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? I believe Falling into Neptune was received better than I expected. I hadn't written anything that intense in a very long time, so I was pleasantly surprised when it got a hotter reaction than I was expecting. It made me realize I can create tension without making the characters take off their clothes -- a fact I am a bit proud of T^T Sorry.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? Hmmm. So Time Falls like Moonlight is a mammoth of a story to get through, but I put a whole lot of thematic depiction in this (it literally has 10+ scenes) and maybe it is the fact that it's very long and also that it's got a sequel already going on, so it feels like people have glossed over it. But oh well xD I'm happy with the reactions I have received :3

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it. The Lamplighter, Tokyo Ghoul. A fic about the relationship between Amon and his foster father Donato, with a slightly supernatural/fantasy twist, but still remains true to canon. It has very little kudos or interaction but I expected that, because people usually come to read romantic pairing fics and this is strictly a father-son fic. I still really like it though, it's probably badly written for the me of today's POV, but it's got a special place in my heart xD

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? O_O Oh.. uh...that's a thing? xD I totally didn't know! But what works for a pod-fic tho? Dialogue heavy fics? Action/emotional monologue heavy fics? Maybe everything works? In which case... anything really T_T I'd be over the moon (pun intended)

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer? If they want to reply back, sure! Most of them do these days, tho there are fics I've left comments on recently which were written one or two years ago, and the authors are prolly busy with their lives. But I'm always happy to read their replies, no matter when that is :3!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! Oh, okay! Chapter 5 of VBEOW spoilers:

When done, she glances at Pieck who's still sitting on her stool, motionless and staring off into space, wet hair sticking to her back and shoulders, and a handful of shampoo resting on her knee, facing palm up. "Pieck?" "Hm?" "Are you not feeling… uh, want to go back?" "No," Pieck hums softly. She raises her cupped palm up. "Need to shampoo my hair but I'm feeling a little too tired." Annie lets her eyes roam over her deflated frame. Pieck, always buoyant and carefree, now limp and lifeless, and she’s never seen her like this before.

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Code Blue Ch. 17- Safe Haven

Summary: Josie awakens to a sweet text. She later receives good news and another sign. A fairytale ensues. Jo and Lee share a warm embrace and a wish. Unexpected company arrive, adding to the day's gloom. Jo stands by her man which enamors him. Lee shares some childhood memories with her. The two deeply connect until forces of nature intervene, only bringing them closer together.

*Warnings* Angst, language, mentions of drug/alcohol use and terms, funeral mentions, grief and guilt,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Gordon, Donna

Salem, Massachusetts

February 26, 2023

8 am.

You stretched and yawned with a frown as your phone's beep woke you up from a rather sleepless night due to all of your anxiety. An exuberating smile formed on your face though as you read the text from Lee...and the butterflies started in again.

"Good morning beautiful girl. Thank you for coming to my dad's showing last night. It meant everything to me. I cannot wait to see you today."

To know you were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and that he was anticipating your presence was the most blissful feeling.

"Heyyy there sweet guy. Are you doing alright this morning? I know how hard this day is for you."

"I will be just fine once I have you in my sight. You make everything better....like a whole pint of ice cream."

"Lol. Now I want ice cream."

"What's your favorite kind?"

"Definitely black cherry."

"You and this cherry thing. I like it. I still remember the taste of your cherry chap stick. Hey sweetheart, I gotta go pick up my suit. Come on over any time you like...can't wait to see you ice princess."

You were thankful Lee couldn't see how red you just turned from the embarrassment of how he had easily figured out you basically kissed him in your attempted CPR when you found him unconscious from his attic fall, thinking he wasn't breathing....but when you had realized he was, you had still kept your lips adjoined to his because his mouth was the most succulent thing you'd ever felt.

"Ice princess? lol, that's a new one."

"Well that's what you are. Watching you on the ice the other day was such royal vision."

"Certainly better than the vision of me falling on my ass in your yard."

"Oh, no. That was even better. 😊🤪"

"Ha...ha. Well, then I'm going to take you skating with me and see how you do on that!"

"I'll tell you right now, my feet are better when they're flat on unslick surfaces. We'll both end up at the hospital because I'll take you right down with me."

"What? You can't ice skate?"

"Or roller skate, or skateboard, rollerblade, ski...anything that moves beneath my feet is a disaster waiting to strike...except for my car."

"Well, I will gladly teach you. You could come to one of my classes. The girls would get a kick out of that lol."

"Oh I see how it is. Embarrass myself in front of a bunch of children that can do something a grown ass man can't...I'd be up for private lessons though. 😇"

"Hmm. That can be arranged. Hey don't feel bad. Ice is an excuse for casualties. I have no excuse for just walking! lmao."

"True dat! lol. Surely there must be something though that you don't know how to do, that I know how to do and could teach you....besides walking."

"Lol...There is actually, but it's embarrassing. Hey, you need to go, remember? lol."

"Ohhh now it's on, like freaking donkey kong. I won't forget about this and will get it out of you later. See you soon gorgeous."

"TTFN!"

"LOL"

Oh how that man made you smile...but you also felt sad because he was trying to act normal when he was about to bury his father.

Now you needed to find something black and conservative to wear because you certainly were not going to bling out like Jason requested of you for his funeral. You weren't going to know anyone there but Lee and didn't want to draw attention to yourself...well, besides Amy, Britt and Ethan, whom you just met...but you had no idea if Orlando was going to go. You certainly hoped he would, regardless of the tension between him and Lee because they were best friends and really needed each other right now more than ever. It really bothered you that you were the cause of their feud.

Just then, your phone rang and you immediately recognized the number. A call you had been waiting on.

"Hello?'

"Hey there, just Josie. It's Craig, your new landlord as of today. Your check cleared and you are good to move in whenever you'd like."

You giggled that he was till calling you just Josie.

"Oh gosh, that's great! Thank you for calling. It will probably be around the end of the week. A lot is going on right now."

"That's fine. Just stop at my studio where we met to get the keys and sign the lease. I'm usually here."

"Ok. Thank you again Mr. Parker."

'Ah ah. Just Craig remember?"

"Oh, that's right. Well thank you again just Craig." you replied with a chuckle.

"I've created a monster." he laughed. "See you soon. Have a good day just Josie."

"You too, Goodbye."

"YES YES!!!" you shouted in excitement after you hung up. Finally, your own place and to be free of Megan for the most part....and you were already daydreaming of having Lee come over....maybe he could even help you move in.

Well. What to do now? you thought, since you probably wouldn't head to Lee's until the afternoon....although you desperately wanted to go now because you were missing him something fierce. What the hell had he done to you? You swore on the holy bible that you would never let any man close to you again and here was Dr. love, crashing through your barriers like a wrecking ball. You had tried to fend him off in order to protect yourself, and even him, but here you were, being reeled back in, hook, line and sinker.

You decided to get up and do some packing to kill some time and turned on your music, only to be floored by yet another in your face sign.

"Noooo way..." you whispered as you stared at the stereo.

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This should have made you happy, but instead, you dropped on your butt and began to cry. Why? You knew why. You were scared to death that this was all going to be too good to be true and as fast as that wrecking ball came in and wiped out all the bad, it was going to swing back and demolish all the good. You were at the point of no return, where your life would never be the same after Lee. There was no one like him, for he was merely something you always dreamed of, but believed could never exist....only in fairytales, like you wrote.

You got up and sat at your desk, opening your laptop to Facebook to see that Lee had sent you a friend request. You happily accepted it with an uncontrollable smile and then began to type in a post for the day.

"She dreamed improbable dreams, followed her heart and created her own little fairytale. Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch. I made a wish upon a star, I turned around and there you were."

You then began to look through Lee's photos that you couldn't see before since his profile was private. You about shit when you saw a photo of his farm from an aerial view. He certainly was not exaggerating about the acreage and how easily it would be to get lost in the forest if you didn't know your way around it. It was a picture of pure heaven. A house, a barn and a pond all secured by nothing but trees. He was right. It was a place to escape the world. A place of magic.

Lee had quite a bit of nature photos. He certainly was a great photographer. Was there nothing this man could not do...besides ice skate? There was a multitude of pics from his farm, his lake house, his car and trucks, animals, and even some of himself, which blew you away at his many different looks, from short to long hair, beards to baby faced and you loved every single one of them. One that really made you swoon was him and a beautiful black dog laying on his lap.

You blushed as you wished it was you laying there, wanting to comment and say how jealous you were of that dog, but you refrained as to not embarrass him.

After about a half an hour of stalking his page, there was suddenly a notification. Upon clicking it, it was from Lee, commenting on your post. You leaned in to read his small paragraph of a reply.

"You're mad, completely bonkers, off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are. You make me believe in fairytales.....but it's not a fairy tale if you lose your shoe at midnight, because that is probably something you would do just by merely walking...or you're just drunk. Either way, that shoe would fit no one else."

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry and ended up doing both. How was this man real? You replied with no jokes, but with all sincerity.

"I have been looking for you since I heard my first fairy tale."

"Took you long enough. Did you fall down a rabbit hole? Now, would you get over here already? You're late for a very important date."

You decided to text him with your answer instead so that your business wasn't put out there.

"Lol...well, I'm not ready, unless you don't mind me bringing my things and getting ready there? I can bring lunch if you're hungry?"

"Well there's my little mad hatter. Of course you can get ready here. I'm not all too hungry. Nerves I suppose. There will be a dinner party after the service. I'll try to eat then."

You felt so bad for him. He clearly needed you so you told him you were on your way and rushed to gather your things, but quickly texted Orlando to see if he was going to attend the funeral.

"Hey...just wanted to know if you are coming today. I really hope so....and I hope that you are ok. I haven't told Lee about what happened. Not yet anyways. Please, at least tell me you're alright. I'm worried about you...and I really mean that."

You got in your Monte Carlo and sat for a few minutes, waiting to see if he would reply.

"I'm fine." was all you got...but it was better than nothing.

Your phone then beeped, but it wasn't Orlando. It was Lee.

"Hey sweet girl, I forgot to tell you I'm at my lake house. Moving some of mine and Jacob's stuff in from the house. The door's open, you can just come on in....if that's ok with you, to come here after...well you know.."

"Of course it's fine. Let's just forget about all that. On my way. I'll be there shortly."

"Can't wait. Drive safe."

You pulled into the descending driveway about twenty minutes later. It was a gloomy, rainy like day, but wasn't it always when there was a funeral? As soon as you got out of the car, you could hear music blaring from inside the enormous two story lake house. You took a minute to admire the garden of mulit-colored roses on the opposite side of the driveway that looked very well pampered. It amazed you that they would thrive in February but the weather had been so spring like, including the incline of stormy weather, which was also threatening the current day.

You made your way inside the open garage door which led you through a basement and followed the sound of the music up a set of stairs.

There was a door open to a back room and you peeked inside as you smiled at the song he was playing. More Than a Woman by the Bee Gees.

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You stood at the top of the three steps that led down into the room and watched him lightly singing while he was moving boxes around. When he sat a box down, the angle of his face revealed to you that he had shaved, making him appear ten years younger than his already ageless self. There was that babyface again that you so adored. For just a moment, you imagined it being your things that he was moving in, which is something you never would have thought of, yet here you were, envisioning a future with him.

After he sat the box down, he slowly turned to see you smiling at him as he had smelled your perfume. The look on his face was so melancholic and his gleaming eyes begged for you to hold him.

You reached your arms out to him with a frown.

"Come here."

He came to you and you both just gazed at each other, then he closed his eyes and melted into your arms, squeezing you so tight. You fit inside his grip like a glove as he buried his face into your neck.

You didn't know what to do for him except just hold him for awhile. The feeling was definitely mutual on how much you had missed him, for it was obvious in the way he held you, but even more so when he spoke into your ear.

"I missed you so much Jo." His voice sounded so defeated.

"Hey, it's alright. I am here now...and I missed you too."

You held each other in silence for a few moments. It felt so nice, so right, so safe.

"I can't swim." you mumbled in his ear.

He pulled back and gave you a raised brow. "What?"

"You wanted to know what it was that I can't do that you could...well I assume you can swim. I guess I shouldn't presume that about others considering I'm not the only one in the world without that skill."

"Yes, you're right. I know someone else who cannot....but hey, that's alright. I could always teach you sometime? When it's warmer, maybe here on the bay? Behind all these trees, there's a nice beach."

"Ohhh, I don't know. I would prefer to just...not. I really don't like the water. I feel like such a joke sometimes. I afraid of heights, afraid of small spaces, I'm afraid of the dark and storms...I'm surprised I haven't turned into one of those people that can't leave their house."

"Hey, you are not a joke young lady. We're all afraid of something."

"Well...what are you afraid of?"

"Losing you."

"Lee...I'm not going anywhe..."

The alarm on Lee's phone went off. He released you and grinned.

'Make a wish."

"What?" you asked with a clueless smile.

"It's 11:11. You're the one that got me hooked on that, remember?"

You did remember, very well. It had been your very first text conversation with him and you had told him how you believed in it. At that time, he was quite skeptical but still made a wish as you had also. Later, you found out that he had wished for you when he revealed that in a serious moment....the night you panicked over your feelings and had pushed him away.

"Annnnd...you set your alarm to that time?" you asked with a giggle.

"I did, so that twice a day, every day, I could wish for you."

Oh dear god, your heart fluttered, taking your breath away as you gaped at him in pure awe.

"But...I think your wish has already came true." you smirked.

"Can't be too careful. Nothing lasts forever. But I am hoping....no, I am wishing... that this will."

"Me too." you softly agreed, lost in his eyes.

You were highly superstitious, which you supposed you could consider another fear and now you silently panicked because you had both just revealed your wishes, which you believed you weren't supposed to do. Too many things had happened in your life that had led you to the point of being overly cautious.

The doorbell then rang. You cringed at the timing to your fearful thoughts.

When Lee opened the door, he did not look too enthused to see the dressed up dark haired man and redheaded woman standing there. She was dressed as if she were going to a fancy dinner party or something of the sort.

"Gordon, Donna? Why are you here?"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but our father passed away, so I thought I would come to the funeral." The shorter and older man than Lee snidely said.

"The funeral isn't for hours yet so why are you at my house? I don't recall inviting you."

Now it was clear. This was the older brother Lee told you about, that he didn't get along with and his wife that he had compared to Megan.

"Did I need one to come visit my brother?"

"Yes, you did. I have company. You could have just spoken to me at the service, in which I didn't even expect you to got to since you're never around."

"Can we cut the bullshit for the time being and maybe you could let us come in? It's getting ready to storm."

You had a feeling that was going to be quite the metaphor soon enough since you were almost at the expert level of reading Lee like a book. His entire stance and demeanor was now cold and unsettling.

He reluctantly stepped aside and let them in, both gawking at you.

Lee hesitantly but politely introduced you.

"Josie, this is my brother Gordon and his wife Donna."

You instantly picked up on Lee calling you Josie instead of Jo. He didn't want them calling you that, for he knew you only liked certain people to do so, but you also knew he was being protective of you....and his privilege.

He turned to you and half smiled as he mouthed. "I'm sorry." and took off his overshirt and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and glasses. The elephant in the room was couldn't be missed, but Lee still attempted to be hospitable because that was him, a good man. You all sat down as Lee poured the dark red vintage, his glass with barely any in it, but first handed you yours.

"Here you are sweetheart." he said with a smile as he sat down beside you. "I'm sorry that it's warm."

Lee was also sorry that he was serving it to you, for it was a brand that he thought tasted like shit and purposely saved it to serve to people like Gordon and Donna.

"Sweetheart is it? So are you two like a...real thing? You usually have a different one every month."

Your mouth dropped open at Gordon's passive aggressive remark. Lee sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth also now open in disbelief as he stared at his brother, and then at Donna who remained silent and sipped her wine.

"How would you know anything about my life when you're too wrapped up in your own perfect little world? I'm not that person anymore and there was no reason to make that disrespectful comment to or about me, or in front of her." Lee bluntly stated.

"How was that disrespectful? I simply asked an honest question. No need to be hasty because I have a good life and yours is in shambles....still. I'm sure your new girlfriend of the month will soon figure that out."

"Excuse me??" you blurted out. "First of all, the new girlfriend is sitting right here and not going anywhere because I actually care about Lee and second, you don't know me and I certainly do not know you but from the few harrowing moments of meeting you, we can definitely cut the bullshit because I can easily see that you don't seem to even know your own brother, nor respect him."

Lee's widened eyes slowly glided to you in shock of your defense of him....and to the fact you called yourself his girlfriend, not to mention your feisty spirit that turned him on to no end. He was also reveling in how you flatly called out a complete stranger and owned every word of it.

"I like you. This one's a keeper Lee. Just don't fuck it up and maybe you can have something good like Donna and I do." Gordon patronized. Lee grinned and shook his head, knowing that what you and he had would never be anything like their twisted relationship. Donna merely smiled, watched and listened. You could tell she was enjoying the drama. A spitting image of Megan indeed.

Thunder began and the lights flickered, causing you to gasp. Lee immediately reached his hand over to yours.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm right here." he softly said as he laced his fingers into yours. It was unexplainable how you promptly felt relief at his touch, like nothing could hurt you. He was seemingly the cure to all of your fears.

"How did you even know I was here?" Lee asked with sarcasm.

"Well, that would be because we went to your old house and the family farm, so I figured a third times a charm. Look at that, I'm a poet and I don't know it."

"Technically, you do know it if you just said you're a poet and next time, if there even has to be a next time, call before you just show up." Lee snarked.

"Oh little brother, it seems you are in need of some fun. I have some if you want hooked up. Maybe it can pull that stick out of your ass and help you lighten up a bit."

Lee knew exactly what fun he was referring to. In fact, Gordon was the entire reason he had ever used any drugs in the first place, besides alcohol. Gordon was a huge cokehead but wasn't limited to the white lightning.

"I think it's time for you to go. Right now. Or I can take that stick out of my ass and beat you with it." Lee nonchalantly stated.

The looks on their faces, right along with yours was priceless.

You were so proud of him for declining the drugs and for threatening to open a can of whoop ass on his brother....and you would have cheered him on while he did it. It was obvious to you that Gordon had came there to intentionally antagonize Lee all over the farm dispute....and what Gordon said next, proved it.

Gordon and Donna stood up and put their coats back on.

"We will see you later then at the funeral home. Just know one thing. Enjoy the farm while you can. I am going to get back what was rightfully mine."

"Have at it." Lee barked as he slammed the door shut behind them.

Lee roughed his hand down his face and went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with ice water, then chugged it down to get the nasty aftertaste from the one sip of wine out of his mouth. He then stood at the kitchen sink and stared out the window. You followed him in and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his stomach and laying your face against his back. He smiled and cupped his hands over yours.

"You ok?" you squeaked with a frown on your saddened face.

"I am. You know Jo, you're a light in my darkened world. What you just did in there....I...I just have no words for. It means a lot."

If he only knew how you handled Elizabeth, he'd be even happier, but you weren't going to ruin any more of this day for him because that meant you would have to tell him why the encounter happened in the first place. It could wait.

"Well, that jerk deserved it. I mean, how dare he come into your home and speak to you that way, or even at all. Burns my ass. Now I see why you two are at odds. He's despicable."

"My sediments exactly. There was a time when he was actually an ok guy and we got along. It was many years ago and we were both different people then. My bad boy days I suppose one would call it. Having Jacob changed me though...and then Donna changed Gordon. She's trouble."

"Yeah, I caught on to that right away with her quiet act. Those are the dangerous type since I know one very well."

It thundered again as if the weather agreed with your words. It rumbled through the floor, startling you into burrowing your face between his shoulder blades as you squeezed him tight. Lee lifted his arm and turned, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.

"It's alright. I've got you. Hey, let me show you something."

He put his index finger against the window, pointing to something.

"There. Do you see that island of trees across the bay in the far distance?"

You looked out the window and could see the stormy sky and lake peeking over the top of the boat house which you hadn't been able to view from the driveway as the entire desolate lake house was surrounded by trees.

"The one to the right behind the weather pole?"

"Yeah...I like to go there on my boat or canoe and camp. It's another one of my safe havens. It's uninhabited. Just a huge forest. Do you like camping?"

"I do, although I haven't went in years."

"Would you like to go with me sometime? I mean, that's if you're ok with being on a boat. I have life jackets, and well, I would sit right beside you. I would never let anything happen to you Jo."

"I know you wouldn't. Yeah, of course. I would love to go with you. This place is so beautiful Lee. I'd love to see the rest of it."

"Then so you shall. Come with me my lady." he grinned and extended his hand out to you.

You took his hand and he led you back to the room you had been in and out the french doors that had an enormous wooden deck attached to the back of the house which also wrapped around to the top of the garage. That side had a large hot tub that looked like a small swimming pool and at the end was a slide that dropped off into the inlet of the lake, something you knew you were certainly never going to use. The other side at the back of the house was furnished like an entire living room and had stairs leading down to a giant yard with a fire pit and a trail behind it that led through the trees out to the beach area Lee had told you about. This place alone could be considered a safe haven, you thought. If it were yours, you would never leave it.

For the next three hours, you and Lee sat next to each other on the sheltered deck talking and eating pb & j sandwiches that he made while it rained and thundered, which didn't even bother you now. Everything was so peaceful and perfect....but then it was time to get ready for his father's service.

Lee led you upstairs to a guest room for you to get ready and he went down the hall to his bedroom to do the same.

Lee began dressing and stood in front of a mirror tying his red tie.

He had it all planned out what he was going to wear, but once he was finished, he stared at himself and began to feel uncomfortable as he knew his father would also be wearing a red tie. He felt like he couldn't breathe and he hated the white shirt, so he ripped them both off in frustration and chose a black button down shirt, leaving it open at the neckline so he wouldn't feel suffocated. Grabbing his black jacket, he then headed downstairs to wait for you.

Lee went to the kitchen and downed a double shot of whiskey as his nerves were getting the best of him. How he had dreaded this day and now it was here, only moments before he would see his dad lying in a casket. He stood looking down at his shoes which triggered a memory of him and his dad when Lee was as old as Jacob when he died.

Shoes. His dad had so many and Lee remembered being fascinated with them.

He then remembered that same day, how they sat on the floor talking about trains and he would show him how the sounded the horn.

And then another memory of when Lee was older popped in his mind of his father dancing in circles, and Lee would do the same.

Finally, one last memory flashed at him. His dad buckling his seatbelt and that hit Lee hard.

You came down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Lee lost in thought with tear filled eyes.

"Hey...talk to me. We still have some time before we have to go."

Lee put on a fake smile as his fingertips grazed your cheek.

"You look really beautiful Jo.....I...I was just reminiscing I suppose, remembering some moments with my dad when I was a kid." he explained as his smile then became real.

"Would it help if you talked about them? I'd be really glad to hear stories about your dad."

"I was just thinking about how I loved my dad's shoes so much. He had so many. He would line them up and I would take turns putting each pair on and walking around in them, feeling like a grown up just like him. I remember my feet being so small that I could barely keep the shoes on. He stood and watched me the entire time with a smile on his face. There was one pair though that was my favorite. Black shiny loafers. I am wearing them now. Ironic isn't it, that my feet now fit perfectly inside of them? He never got bored with the daily routine of entertaining me after his long day at work. He always loved trains like I told you about and that he had bought that train set for Jacob that I have set up. When I was Jacob's age, about 5, I remember him showing me how to blow the horn by putting my hand up and pulling down over and over. I used to imitate everything he did. I loved him and wanted to be just like him."

"And you are. You became a doctor just like he was."

"I'm not really like him Jo. He always buckled my seatbelt...always. Never once did he forget. But I...I didn't make sure Jacob's was. I trusted his mother to do it...I should have checked Jo. My dad was a good and responsible dad...but not me."

Lee almost broke down and all you could do was take him into your arms and just hold him.

"Sweet guy, you were a very good father to that precious little boy because you loved him. You trusted his mother to do what she was supposed to do. That is not your fault. I wish you would believe that....and you were a good son too, your dad told you that. You took care of him just like he did you... I wish I could take all of this guilt and pain away." you compassionately told him into his ear as your heart broke. You couldn't handle it, seeing him suffer. You were never going to let anyone hurt him again, at least you would do your damnedest to prevent it.

"You take a lot of it away Jo, just by being here with me. You're my saving grace Jo. I truly feel that if I had never met you, I wouldn't be standing here right now." he replied right back into your ear.

You glided your cheek across his and stopped to slowly turn and hold a kiss upon it as you held his other cheek in your hand. As you released your lips from his smooth supple skin, he turned his face to you, his mouth just inches from yours. The scent of his warm minty breath flowed up your nose as he whispered your name. "Jo..."

You stood frozen, your lips trembling and slightly parted as his carefully neared yours. Was this moment finally going to happen? Were you finally going to feel him return the kiss you secretly gave him a month ago?

Of course not. Lightning flashed through the room and loud bang of thunder followed... and then the lights went out. You screamed and jumped against him so hard, almost knocking you both over.

"Hey, hey, hey shhhh...it's ok, it's ok baby. You're safe with me." he lovingly assured you as he held you snug in his strong arms. You huffed and puffed into his chest with your eyes crunched shut, listening to his pounding heart. "I have a generator...but let's just get out of here alright? I'll drive, my car is in the garage."

You nodded as he softly kissed your head. Lee kept his arm around you, leading you down the dark basement steps and helping you into his car.

"Here, scoot over here." he smiled and patted the open space between you both. You didn't even hesitate and swiftly slid up against him.

He glanced down into your eyes and you saw something in his that you could only simply describe as happiness.

"Girlfriend huh?" he said with silly smirk.

You lightly gasped in embarrassment, forgetting that you had blurted that out to Gordon without it ever being officially affirmed.

The corner of Lee's mouth raised into a grin and then he proudly drove off with you protectively under his wing. You felt sheltered and secure for once in your life and you finally knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Lee was your safe haven...and you were his.

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local soulmates finally reach the "friends" in "enemies to friends to lovers". A little softness goes a long way. Nice, mostly gentle chapter to make up for the previous one's angsty ending. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts

5: Heart Of The Matter

“This is embarrassing,” you mumble, refusing to look Cassandra in the eyes. Softly, she runs her fingers over your chest, spreading the medicinal salve. There’s an unspoken judgement in her expression. Minor movements are no less painful than major ones, so you try to sit still, as much as you’d rather be with anyone else. “Can you hurry up, at least? I don’t care if it takes longer to heal in the long run, I just want to get out of here,” you snap. For a split second you think Cassandra’s going to hit you in response, with the way she looks at you, and you involuntarily flinch. But the hit never comes, merely a sharp sigh.

“If you didn’t want to get treated, you shouldn’t have started a fight- especially not such a pointless one,” she says, continuing to rub in the medicine and evidence alike. At this, you shrink into yourself, hating the harsh sting of truth. Yeah, you think, she’s got me there. Victory is a fast fading feeling, dearly missed in the wake of the growing shame in your chest. Why had you given in to your impulses? Why had you broken the only peace you had known in weeks? It’s a thought that snags on the corners of your mind, weighing down your cognition, leaving you unpleasantly distracted from the present. “Almost done. Then you can go sulk in private, somewhere you can’t bother me, alright?”

Nodding, you accept your fate with what little grace remains. What more could you even do? Ask her to stay by your side? Hardly. But as soon as the last bandage fits into place, and her gentle yet calloused hands smooth the last edge, a whisper of an ache springs into your heart. It’s not a yearning for Cassandra specifically, merely a reminder of your unwilling loneliness. When the door closes behind her, you stare down at your hands, wishing to hold some meaning within them. Maybe I can find Daphne around here somewhere, you think. Then you slowly rise to your feet. Better to sit with a kind stranger than a harsh familiar face.

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That night, you find yourself cautiously approaching Cassandra’s room, feeling like a death row inmate on their way to the executioner. Every step is begrudging, and you almost can’t bring yourself to open the door. But you manage, in the end, stepping in with your eyes downcast. No voice, grumpy or otherwise, greets you. One glance tells you that your soulmate is already asleep, and you mentally thank all the gods you can name. It doesn’t take long to get ready for bed. It does take a minute to slide under the covers, careful not to wake Cassandra. This time you don’t move closer to her, or wrap your arm around her waist, too… exhausted to try anything along those lines.

When you dream, it is of an ever familiar room, shrouded in darkness, stained with the blood of hundreds. Someone’s laughing- a woman, maybe several. Down here, someone is always laughing. You try to laugh with them. It’s a lie, a small deception, that lets you pull your thoughts away from your misery. But they don’t appreciate it when you join their cacophony chorus. Their cackling shifts into screaming, bitter lungs sending waves of ear-splitting sound. Over and over, it gets louder, unbearably so, and closer, closer all the time. Just a few cells away. Just a few more fucking seconds and they’ll be right on top of you. This is a dream you’ve faced down before, yet the ending is unknown. They always get louder, always barrel down the path, towards you, howling endlessly.

They never reach you. No, they’re always coming, always so fucking close. Never in your sight. Never digging claws into your chest. But the anxiety does not fade- you are tipping back in a chair, never falling, never able to find your balance.

When you wake up, it’s with a flinch, teary eyes snapping open. A hand rests on your cheek, brushes away the stains. Whispered words drift through the air, too hushed to be understood, daring to lull you into a relaxed state. It’s Cassandra, of course. Even in your tired state, you know this, know that she’s trying. What you don’t know is whether or not she’s awake enough to process what she’s doing. After all, you hardly are, and her touch is the gentlest thing you’ve ever felt. But you do not get to enjoy it for terribly long. Soon enough your vision fades, the embrace of slumber overtaking you once more.

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For a few days, there is relative peace. Meals are delivered to Cassandra’s room, where you mostly dine on your own, though she occasionally joins you, even if you do not speak. Every evening she ensures your wounds are treated, often handling it herself. When she does, you do your best not to meet her gaze, for you cannot stand the traces of affection you see there. Try as you might, you find yourself unable to taunt her the way you had done the first day. The way she’s changed her behavior, adapting to your trauma’s revelation, haunts you to no end.

“Drink this,” she says one day, before bed, holding out a steaming mug. Of course you don’t take it, of course you stare at her with an eyebrow raised. Acceptance was never an option. “It’s just tea. Bela says it might help. With nightmares. Not-” she paused to frown, unsure if she even wanted to finish the sentence- “that it helped me. But you’ve been… tolerable, lately, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.” Then she’s reaching out again, expectantly. Blushing ever so slightly, you finally take the mug, giving her a quick nod before taking a sip. There’s a hint of sugar, just enough to make things interesting.

“Thanks,” you murmur, after swallowing the lump in your throat. Already Cassandra is turning away, focusing on getting ready for bed. You want to say more, to actually hold a conversation with her for the first time in days, but your mouth feels oddly dry. So you just sip your tea in silence. Of course, you think, I’m only ever improvising a monologue, or tripping over my own tongue, as if it were a resting place for my chattering teeth. At least the beverage wasn’t as bitter as your thoughts. By the time you’ve finished your drink, Cassandra is in bed, watching you with an unreadable expression. “Need something? Or just waiting for the poison in my drink to kick in?” You ask, surprising yourself.

“Finally remembered how your mouth works, hmm?” Cassandra teases. Again you’re blushing, having expected her to be more annoyed than amused.

“I never forgot. I simply, you know, uh… figured that you needed a break, after my last demonstration,” you counter, remembering the way your vocal chords had complained, and the way her arm had felt around your throat. It’s not the direction you meant to take the conversation in, but she doesn’t seem to mind. If anything… she’s blushing. For a moment you’re confused, then you finally recall the ‘incident’ in the tub. Oh fuck, you think, that’s worse. Maybe. Probably? What should I say? In the end, the words leave your mouth in a rush, as they were prone to do. “Based on how red your cheeks are, I’m going to assume you don’t need another reminder. Let’s just get some rest now, yeah?” Next thing you know, there’s a pillow flying towards your face.

Still, it’s better than nothing, and the impact serves only to make you smile wider. When you climb into bed, you find yourself face-to-face with Cassandra. She’s never laid like this with you before. It’s unexpected, even more so when she shifts forward, less than an inch away from your face. Understandably, you end up blushing more than you’d like to admit.

“What was that about red cheeks?” She asks, voice low and breathy, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. Before you can think of the ‘smart’ thing to do, impulse kicks in, making you go in for a quick kiss. It’s supposed to be a joke, a counter to her teasing. But she leans into it. She kisses back. Both of you are blushing hard when she pulls away, a few moments later. You’re trying to stutter out a response, clever or otherwise, and she’s rolling her eyes, rolling onto her other side, putting her back to you. Words fail you. In the end, you are forced to try to sleep, regardless of what just happened. When you dream, there are no nightmares this time. Just a warmth you had thought forgotten.

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More days pass, with your tongue slowly loosening up, fueled by playful banter with Cassandra. Neither of you dares to mention the kiss. Nor do you ever speak for too long, as if knowing that your mind still resisted peace. Most evenings are still filled with nightmares, all mimicking your trauma, and you are left to wonder if the tea had even worked that first night, or if something else had helped. In the hopes of more success you drink a mug every day before bed. Admittedly, Cassandra does bring it to you, meaning that forgoing it would require turning her down. That was… harder to do, these days.

When she asks you to join her for lunch, you don’t hesitate to agree. But as you’re waiting in her room, casually reclining on her bed with a book in your hands, a distant scream echoes through the castle. Instantly you’re panicking, wondering who was in trouble. It reminds you so much of the dungeon that you can’t move. Was one of the servants being punished? Had someone merely forgotten to close the door to the basement, and you were hearing the same cries that caused your nightmares? Even though the screaming does not last for long, it renders you helpless, shaking in every bone. It’s not until the door opens that you can think again.

“Change of plans,” Cassandra announces, stepping into the room. There’s a worried expression on her face, and her voice tells you she’s distracted. When she sees the state you’re in, however, she’s quick to sit next to you. “Hey, you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s Daniela that does. She- her soulmate-... it’s bad. That’s all we know. One second she was fine, the next she’s howling in pain, and there’s a huge scar on her back. We’re going to have a ‘family lunch’, per mother’s insistence, in case it helps Dani think about literally anything other than what just happened.” With that, one of her hands moves to your own, giving a reassuring squeeze. To her surprise, you’re quick to return the gesture.

“I can come with,” you blurt out. Then she’s raising an eyebrow at you, wondering why the hell you’d ever offer to spend time with her family. The family that had imprisoned you. And, of course, intended to drain you of blood, or dine on your flesh. Even you weren’t a hundred percent sure. “This has got to be hard for her. I… I knew someone who went through something similar. Strange as it is, I want to show my support. If you’ll allow me, that is.” There’s neither a pleading tone nor a hint of anger in your voice. But Cassandra still hesitates, eying you, clearly questioning your motive.

“Alright, fine,” she says, after a deep sigh. “If you do anything to make her feel worse, I can’t- and won’t- stop my family from killing you, blood bond be damned. They’ll make it painless, for my sake, but that’s the only kindness you’ll get. Got it?” You nod, giving her hand another squeeze. “Good. Now let’s get going, I don’t want to make Dani wait.”

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It’s quiet. Awkward, even. Daniela is clearly still shaken up from her experience, with red eyes, makeup staining her cheeks. No one seems to have the slightest clue of what to say to her. Even you are silent, unable to find a good opportunity to lend your advice or sympathies. Which makes it all the more painful when you find Daniela watching you, eyes narrowed, a tremble to her lower lip. Both Cassandra and Bela seem to notice, pausing their eating to wait with bated breath. Part of you swears you can hear their thoughts of please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything, for the love of everything good in this world. So, naturally, Daniela does in fact say something. But it’s not directed at you- rather your soulmate.

“Did you really have to bring them? Huh? Felt like pouring salt in my wounds?” Her throat is obviously sore from crying, or screaming, likely both. This certainly wasn’t how you wanted your first meeting with her (or her mother) to go. So you summon the best of your courage, replying before Cassandra even opens her mouth.

“I asked to come. I wanted to show my support,” you reply. There’s a pause, with Daniela glaring at you, before she speaks slowly and with unveiled rage.

“Don’t make me laugh. You really thought I’d want to see my sister’s soulmate right now? Alive and well? God, you’re perfect for her, absolutely clueless,” she growls, smacking her fist against the table. Things have gone from bad to worse, but you don’t give up, deciding to take a risk as best as you could. After all, Cassandra had made it clear that your life was on the line.

“Tell me, was the pain bad enough that you passed out?” You ask, ignoring the way your soulmate kicks your feet. She’s desperate for you to shut up, especially now that Daniela’s too angry to even respond. “Are you still in pain now? Answer the question and I’ll either explain, or let you use my bones as toothpicks.”

“Fuck you!” Daniela cries, rising to her feet. Instantly her sisters are standing as well, though it’s unclear what ‘side’ either of them are on. For now, their mother remains sitting, staring at you intensely. When you refuse to back down, the tension in the room flickers, fading a tad. “The pain lasted ten minutes. It’s stopped. They’re…”

“They’re not dead, then. Reason to celebrate, yes?” You suggest, raising your glass before taking a long drink from it. Everyone is eying you with visible confusion. “When I was younger, I was with my best friend during the worst hours of her life. She had met her soulmate at age twelve, three years prior. We had just been… hanging out. Talking. The next thing I knew she was screaming like her blood had turned to acid, sobbing her eyes out. Then she blacked out. By the time she came to, we were at the hospital, and we ran into her soulmate’s family. She asked them what was wrong, why she was in so much pain. I, uh, I think you can guess the answer. Not the specifics, yeah, but the general gist of it. It took twenty four hours for the physical pain to stop. According to the doctors, that’s pretty average. So your soulmate isn’t dead. Chances are you haven’t even met them yet, and someday you’ll see that scar on their back, and you’ll know. I know that this doesn’t make everything okay, but I hope it helps. At least a little.” When Daniela finally brings herself to reply, having sunk back into her seat, it’s with a soft voice, hardly more than a whisper.

“It does. Thank you.”

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Later, you’re walking back to Cassandra’s room when she suddenly pushes you against a wall, staring at you with fear in her eyes.

“What you said earlier. About your friend. Was that true?” You’re nodding, quickly, desperate to get her to release you. But she doesn’t. Instead she’s looking at you with concern, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. “Goddamnit, you better not ever fucking die on me then, alright? Promise me. Right now!” A thousand thoughts go through your mind, a thousand jabs or otherwise cruel remarks, but when you speak, it’s with a hushed reverence you cannot describe.

“Same to you. I know you’re practically immortal, but I don’t fucking care. Don’t die on me. Don’t- just don’t. I promise, but you better fucking mean it too, alright?” You say, openly crying, ignoring the way Cassandra’s expression softens at your words. As soon as you’re done speaking she lets you go with a nod, turning back to the hallway, already walking towards her room. You’re not entirely sure what just happened… but you know you’re glad it did.

#cassandra x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #last chap wasn't as well received #hope this one does better #queuemander shepard #bumped this in the queue cuz I'm proud of it

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Ways to Make You Talk

Reiner Braun + Porco Gilliard - Attack on Titan

Synopsis: after being found out as an enemy informant among the Marelyans, you are put through hours of interrogation to spill your secrets. You've been trained to keep your mouth shut at moments like this, but Reiner and Porco have alternate ways of making you talk

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: female reader, threesome, rough-sex, penetrative sex, female anatomy, male anatomy, unsafe sex, orgasm denial, oral sex (both male and female receiving), double penetration, degradation, praise, torture, pain, mention blood and of bodily harm, profanity

Hands tied uncomfortably behind your back and ankles tied to the wooden legs of the chair, you fought against the restraints and tensed your muscles in a fruitless attempt to escape. You had lost track of how many hours, or maybe even days, you had been trapped in the dark, dank cellar with just enough rest and water to keep you from passing out.

Passing out wasn't the thing you were most worried about, however. No, the thing constantly playing on repeat in your mind was the top-secret details about your mission that you absolutely couldn't let spill from your chapped lips, no matter how much pain or how many mind games the Marelyans inflicted on you.

Giving up information was not an option, but keeping silent was slowly getting harder and harder. However, nothing could compare to what Reiner and Porco had in store for you. They were determined to make you talk, and they had tricks up their sleeves that you couldn't have anticipated in your wildest dreams.

When the door swung open and the two men stepped inside, you straightened in your chair and held your head high, refusing to show any form of weakness in front of them. Even though you had been threatened, blackmailed, beaten, and more, you couldn't let it look like it was bothering you, not even in the slighest.

"Well, well, don't you look all high and mighty," Porco sneered, his eyes narrowing as he closed the door behind himself and Reiner, blocking the bright light from the hallway from getting in; the only source of light in the room coming from a small window in the corner and a single lantern. He then stalked over to you, leaning down so he was level with your face. "You must think you're real smart for pulling one over on us all this time. But let me tell you something, bitch, we've got you now and we're going to pry every last secret from you if it's the last thing we do."

"Over my dead body." You spat onto his face. "I'm not confessing jack shit to the likes of you."

"Over your dead body, huh?" Porco grinned wide as he wiped the saliva from his cheek. "Well, we can always arrange that if it's what you want."

With that, Porco wound up and smacked you hard across the face. Your cheek stung and you could tell it was probably bright red, but it wasn't anywhere near the worst you had endured thus far and you didn't even blink when his palm made contact with your skin.

"Pathetic." You smirked, slowly turning your head back to face him. "Some warrior you are."

Porco wound up again, but before he could smack you across the other cheek, Reiner stepped in and grabbed him by the wrist. "Easy," he warned his friend. "This wasn't the plan, remember?"

"Right." Porco shook his hand out of Reiner's grip before slowly lowering his arm.

Making his way over to the small table against the wall, where the lantern and a few supplies that had been used to torture you sat, Reiner began to unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up his muscular forearms.

"Reiner Braun," you nearly sing-songed as you watched his muscles bulge underneath the skin-tight button-up he was wearing. "Always such a sweetheart. You gonna untie me and let me out of here, big boy?"

Reiner just shook his head and scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

"Because you like me." You batted your eyelashes, hoping you could use the large man's soft spot for you against him. "I promise I'll make it worth your while. I'll do whatever you want."

"Fucking slut." Porco rolled his eyes. "You really think that'll work?"

"You're just pissed because I never fucked you despite your many desperate attempts to get into my pants," you told him simply, hoping it hit him right in the fragile spot under his otherwise thick skin. "And neither did Pieck . . . and she never will."

You could almost see Porco's anger rising and could tell he was seconds away from lashing out again, which was exactly what you wanted. Reiner was too calm and calculated to try and manipulate like this, but Porco was a whole different story; if you pushed just a little harder, he was more than likely to snap and make a mistake. All you had to do then was make your move.

"Remember the plan," Reiner reminded Porco from across the room.

You snickered. "What plan? I'm curious to see what you two geniuses think will make me talk when countless hours of excruciating pain hasn't."

"We're taking a different approach this time." Porco grabbed your face hard and forced you to look up at him. "Pain obviously doesn't work on you . . ." he lifted his foot and settled it on the chair between your legs before forcing your thighs apart, ". . . but maybe pleasure will get you to loosen that pretty fucking mouth of yours. Either way, you'll be squealing real soon, bitch."

You furrowed your brows as Porco squished your cheeks together, distorting your amused smile. "Pleasure?" you questioned, skeptical. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Reiner was suddenly behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder and whispering into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You'll be a good girl and tell us what we want to hear, won't you?"

"In your dreams, Reiner." You shook your head and pulled away from his deep voice. "Not only am I not saying a goddamn word, but I'm not going to let you two perverts have your way with me."

"That's the best part." Porco reached for the zipper of his pants and began pulling it down, the sound slow and mocking. "You don't have a choice."

Eyes wide, you struggled to find something to say in response to that. "So what, you two are just going to force yourselves on me?"

"No, of course not," Reiner assured you as he pulled up another chair behind you, sat down, and reached around your body to ghost his fingers over your lower waist and thighs. "You'll be begging us for it soon enough."

Your breathing hitched when Reiner pressed his whole hand down onto you, skipping any and all subtle touching and moving straight to palming your clothed core.

"Don't fucking touch me." You craned your neck to look back at him, but he wasn't looking at your face. Instead, he was observing the way your body naturally reacted to him, your legs spreading wider and back arching ever-so-slightly.

"I thought you would appreciate a change of pace." Reiner planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the crook of your neck. "All this pain . . . wouldn't you like some pleasure instead?"

Speechless, you spun your head back around, but when you did you were met with the lewd sight of Porco standing before you, cock in his hand, slowly pumping himself to a full erection.

"Jesus!" you gasped, both at the sight itself and the size of what Porco was packing. "This is sick. You're both sick!"

"But look at you. Your hips are practically chasing after Reiner's hand." Porco pointed out, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Doesn't that make you sick too?"

Dropping your head, you felt your body tense when you laid eyes on Reiner's fingers massaging you over your pants. Sure enough, without even realizing it, you had been subtly bucking your hips up to meet his gentle touch.

"Fucking hell." You threw your head back, completely baffled by the situation and how you were reacting to it. In all your training, you had never been prepared for something like this, and clearly, it was showing. Your body was betraying you every chance it could, and even worse, Reiner and Porco knew it too.

"Does that feel good, sweet girl?" Reiner's voice was in your ear again in between nibbles and soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. "Tell me what you want me to do. Where should I touch you next?"

Forcing your lips together, you shook your head, refusing to answer.

"Guess it's dealer's choice then." Reiner began to push his hand down the front of your pants while his other hand looped around from the other side and began to pinch at your nipple through your shirt. "What about this? How's this?"

Eyes locking onto Reiner's, your mouth fell open when his rough fingers found your bare clit. Before you had the chance to get a single sound out, however, your face was grabbed harshly and something thick and hard was pushed past your lips.

Letting out a muffled yelp, you stared up at Porco through your lashes in complete disbelief that he had just shoved his cock into your mouth without any warning like that. Sure, he had always been a cocky son of a bitch, but this was on a whole new level.

"Ah, ah, no teeth." Porco disobeyed you with the shake of his finger when you tried to speak. "You know how to do this, I know you do. So be a good girl and suck my cock and maybe Reiner will give you what you really want."

Jaw going slack, you closed your eyes in acceptance as Porco slowly sheathed himself all the way into your mouth, the tip of his cock poking the back of your throat when your nose pressed into his stomach.

"So fucking warm and wet, just how I always imagined," Porco hissed. "Fuck all this bullshit. How about you just spill all your secrets right now and, if you promise to be my personal little fucktoy, we can spare your life."

You furrowed your brows, facial expressions the only way you could express your distaste for that idea.

"No, don't like the sound of that?" Porco laughed as he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his cock. "Still not giving in?"

"You can throatfuck me as hard and as long as you want," you challenged. "I'm still not telling you shit."

Porco's eyes lit up. "Don't test me, slut." With that, he forced your mouth open again with his hand before shoving his cock back down your throat, thrusting hard and fast a few times to truly test your resolve. "Still nothing?"

You shook your head.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace, because you won't be able to say much of anything when I'm done with you." He gave you a few seconds to change your mind, but he was beyond pleased when you didn't. "Too bad . . . for you."

Grabbing you by the throat, Porco squeezed as he started fucking your mouth relentlessly. Meanwhile, Reiner had been playing with your nipples and rubbing slow circles over your clit the entire time. Once Porco had fallen into a rhythmic pace, you were able to focus back on Reiner's movements and how well your body was responding to him.

"I can tell you want to be full from the other end as well." Reiner licked a stripe up your neck to the shell of your ears. "I'd ask you to beg for it, but it's rude to speak with your mouth full."

When Reiner's fingers travelled down to your entrance, you inhaled sharply, throat tightening around Porco and causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

"Fuck, dude, whatever you did, do it again," Porco told Reiner, and the ladder quickly obliged. You inhaled sharply once more when Reiner prodded you and, yet again, Porco moaned. "That's it, bitch, just like that."

Then, in one fluid motion, Reiner inserted two of his thick, rough fingers into your pussy and you let out a muffled cry of pleasure. "You're so tight, princess," Reiner cooed, his soft and loving words a stark contrast to Porco's snarky, insulting ones. "Bet you'd feel so good around my cock. You'd like that, huh? Want me to hold you in my arms and fuck you like the good girl you are?"

All you could do was nod, but even that movement was severely limited thanks to Porco's cock in your mouth.

"Yeah?" Reiner's chuckle was low and caused you to clench around his fingers. "Shit, baby, I want nothing more than to feel your velvet walls around me. If I untie you, will you be a good girl?"

You attempted to nod again, and when you did, not a single plan of escape crossed your mind. All you wanted at that moment was the use of your limbs again so you could use them to impale yourself on Reiner and ride him with every ounce of strength you had left.

Pulling his fingers out of you, Reiner stuffed them into his mouth to suck your juices off before he shot a look to Porco, silently telling him to back away so he could untie you.

As soon as Porco slid himself out of your throat, you drew in a deep breath of air followed by a light chuckle. "This is the best form of interrogation I've ever experienced," you admitted shamelessly. "Who knew you two had it in you."

"Watch what comes out of that mouth of yours." Porco jabbed a finger in your direction, his other hand occupied with fisting himself. "Or I'll plug it up again."

Before you could shoot back a remark, Reiner was using his pocket knife to cut the rope around your wrists and ankles. As soon as your limbs were free, he was lifting you off the chair and taking it for himself.

"Strip," he ordered, eyes glued to you like a hawk.

Smirk playing at the corners of your mouth, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it back at Porco, not even bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. Then, you undid the button on your pants and slowly slid them down your legs, putting on a little show for Reiner as a thank you for him treating you so nicely thus far.

Once you were in nothing but your underwear, you straightened up again, waiting for his next command.

"Off." He eyed your underwear. "Take it all off."

Giving a slight nod, you looped your fingers under the band of your underwear and slowly stepped out of them, leaving yourself fully nude.

Turning around, you forced a sweet smile as you approached Porco. When you got to him, you balled up your panties and shoved them in his mouth. "It's your turn to taste me." You gave him a gentle pat on the puffed-out cheek before turning your attention back to Reiner, who was patiently waiting for you.

As you padded barefoot back in his direction, Reiner patted his clothed lap and you instantly obeyed. Straddling his muscular thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your bare pussy down onto the bulge in his pants. You both let out a breathy moan.

"How come we never did this sooner?" You continued to grind on him, the pleasure starting to build with the faintest touch.

"You were too busy being a dirty little traitor," he reminded you calmly. "But better late than never, right?"

"Mmm," you agreed wordlessly seconds before Reiner grabbed the back of your head and shoved his tongue into your mouth in the most heated and passionate kiss you had ever experienced.

Lips colliding over and over again, fueled by pure lust, you reached down between your bodies and, after a little bit of fumbling, managed to pull Reiner's cock out of his pants. He was already rock hard and, evidenced by the slick mess you had left on his pants, you were more than ready to take him.

"Fuck me," you pleaded into his mouth.

"Gladly." He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to draw blood as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into your waiting pussy.

In unison, you gasped into each other's mouths. Neither of you was able to form a single coherent thought, the only thing going through your minds being the feeling of the other person.

Your hands roaming Reiner's body, fingers brushing over his toned muscles, you eventually needed more and ripped his shirt open so you could feel his skin pressed against yours. While your hands explored every inch of his body, his hands were gripping your hips so hard his fingers were probably digging bruises into the supple flesh there. With his hold on you strong, he was able to move you up and down on his cock, maneuvering your body in whatever way felt best for him.

Then, all of a sudden, you began to feel another pair of hands grabbing at and smacking your asscheeks. "I'm getting so lonely," Porco said as he knelt behind you. "Think you've got room for one more?"

Mind too foggy with pleasure to even begin processing what that could possibly mean, you let out a gasp when you felt something warm and wet circling your asshole.

"Hey, eyes on me." Reiner forced you to look at him when you tried to glance back at what Porco was doing. "I'm the one fucking you, right? Not him. He could never fuck you this well."

You had expected Porco to pipe up when he heard that, but when he didn't, you remembered that it was probably a part of the plan from the beginning. That, and his mouth was too busy sucking and licking at your asshole. Despite that, you had to keep in mind that none of this was real—it was all a ploy to get you to start talking.

However, just as soon as you had remembered, you forgot all over again when Porco pushed a single finger into your ass and you clenched around his digit and Reiner's cock.

"Fuck!" you cried out, feeling fuller than ever and completely unable to comprehend taking both of their cocks at once.

"That's it!" Porco exclaimed. "You're probably fucking thrilled to be used by both of us at once. Is this what you fantasize about in that filthy mind of yours?"

You were unable to answer because, before you knew it, Reiner's mouth was on yours again and, after wrapping his arms around you, he stood up and brought you with him, cock still buried deep inside of you.

As you wrapped your legs around Reiner's waist, Porco came up behind you, finger slipping out of your ass and replacing the sensation with his cockhead poking at your backside. "Ready?" He breathed in your ear before beginning to push himself inside of you, your ass barely loosened up enough beforehand for the experience to be anywhere near enjoyable. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He laughed. "You didn't think it would all be pleasure, did you? Come on. What's pleasure without a little bit of pain, huh?"

Tears welling in your eyes, your jaw clenched as you tried to focus on the feeling of Reiner kissing down your neck instead of the feeling of Porco fucking you from behind.

"It hurts!" you complained, fingernails digging into Reiner's back.

"You can take it, I know you can." Reiner stepped forward, squishing you tighter between him and Porco "Be a good girl and take Porco's cock for me and I'll rub your clit just the way you like, okay?"

As tears started to spill from your eyes and drip down your cheeks, you swallowed your wails and pushed through the discomfort and pain, just like you had a hundred times before this interrogation method. After all, if you really thought about it, this was nowhere near as bad as being beaten within an inch of your life; the only reason it seemed so bad was because you had been spoiled with nothing but euphoria lately.

Drawing in a deep breath, you forced yourself to relax. "Good girl," Reiner praised as he shifted some of your weight into Porco's arms and used his free hand to rub small, quick circles into your clit just as he had said he would.

"Shit!" Porco growled as he bottomed out and buried his face into the crook of your neck and pressed his chest flush against your back. "Even better than her fucking mouth, if you can believe it. I'm not gonna last long like this."

"Yeah," Reiner grunted out. "This pussy is to die for. I'm close too."

Sandwiched between the two men, you barely paid attention to what they were saying until they were addressing you specifically.

"If you cum before us, I'm gonna rip your fingernails out one by one." Porco threatened and the idea of a true torture method after everything sent a chill down your spine.

"You can hold out, can't you?" Reiner's approach was much kinder, and before you knew what you were doing, you were happily agreeing with a nod. "I knew you would say yes. My perfect little fucking girl. Such a good girl for me."

You swore you could cum right then and there just from Reiner calling you his 'good girl', but you also fully believed Porco's threat, so you tried to think about something else while both men rutted into you over and over again, harsh puffs of air escaping their mouths as they neared their climaxes.

"Gonna cum so far inside you, you'll be leaking for days." Porco tightened his grip on you and you whined in response to his dirty words. "Not so snarky now, are you? Pretty quiet after you've been fucked stupid, huh?"

Not a minute later, both Reiner and Porco had picked up their paces, and after a few final thrusts, buried themselves as deep inside of you as they could and came together, chests heaving.

You had managed to hold out, but just barely. You could feel yourself getting closer as they twitched inside of you, the coil of tension in your stomach ready to release at any moment.

"Fuck, that was incredible." Porco loosened his grip on you, and as he pulled himself out of your abused hole, Reiner did the same.

"Been too long," Reiner agreed.

"Wait," you whimpered when your feet touched the ground and both men walked away from you, completely ignoring you and beginning to collect the clothes they had discarded. "What about me?"

Porco scoffed. "What about you?"

"I . . . I . . ." You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any little bit of friction you could get. Knees weak, you slowly dropped down, exhaustion and frustration taking over. "I was a good girl." You peered up at Reiner like a stray puppy. "I was a good girl for you, just like you asked. Don't I get to cum now?"

"Well, of course, you do." Reiner tucked his cocked back into pants before kneeling down before you and hooking his fingers under your chin. "You've just got to do one more thing for me, okay? Then I'll let you cum."

Brain completely drunk on the thought of getting the release you craved, you nodded enthusiastically. "Anything!"

Reiner grinned. "Just tell me everything you know."

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