#like???? but how??? do i stop caring??? i already feel guilty by breathing ffs the medication i need to survive i feel bad for having bc

[kangmoon27]

Little Mind | Jungkook ff oneshot

It wasn't the first time you saw him. This is acting the second time, the first one was when you're working at a restaurant and how can you forget about his handsome and charming face but that's not how you remembered him.

While you're serving them he suddenly started throwing tantrums and get into a fight with a small kid over a toy, he caused a big scene at the restaurant and you can see how embarrassed his parents were but they tried their best to calm their son down till you came on their table and serve their food, as soon as he lay his eyes on you he stopped and acted like nothing happened. He grabbed your hand as you placed the plate Infront of him and asked you to marry him. You're shocked but at that night he didn't stopped begging his parents to take you with him. They offered you to be his nanny but you refuse.

They came back the next day telling you how their son still wants you and for the second time you refuse again. You're already having a hard time taking care of yourself so how will you be able to handle a growing man like him. But soon you got fired from your job and at that moment you don't have othe choice but to accept their offer.

You entered the house. It is huge like a castle but sadly you aren't here like Cinderella to transform into a princess but you're the Cinderella before she transformed from being a princess. You're the maid here not the princess. While you're looking around the house being amaze someone from the back hugged you.

It was a strong hand. You got startled and look at the couple who's smiling Infront of you, soon you realized it was their son who's hugging you from behind.

You sigh and put on a sweet smile on your lips before grabbing his arms away from your waist and turn around to look at him. He greeted you with his bunny smile making you chuckles at his cuteness.

"Hey buddy what's your name?" You asked.

"Kookie!!" He cheerfully said as he pulled your hand and started running along with you, he took you upstairs and realized he wanted to take you to his room after seeing him opening a door.

While you're watching him playing with his toy, you sigh. He's handsome You can't deny that but with his condition will he be able to find someone to join him till his last breath? His parents are quite old already and we all know they won't be able to join him till his hair are white.

At some ways you pity him. He's rich, he can do whatever he wants but not someone who will stay by him side. You, a normal one is having a hard time to find a lover so what about him includes that he's mentally ill.

While you're lost in your thoughts you didn't notice that Kookie was actually already kneeling Infront of you. He was staring at your legs for a minute now, he didn't know what he was doing but he wanted to touch them, out of curiosity, he immediately wrapped his arms and his legs on your thigh as he started grinding.

You came back to reality and saw what he was doing. You felt disgusted and shocked. You pushed him away making him fell on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?! You're such a badboy!" You suddenly started shouting at him. His mind couldn't process why you're so mad at him while he just followed his mind thinking it wasn't wrong. The man started crying.

You panicked after seeing him like that, yes what he did was wrong but he doesn't even know what he was doing it's his own body not his little mind, you somehow felt sorry for him so you came to calm him down by hugging him.

"I-I'm so sorry, I'm sorry kookie I didn't mean to shout it was just that- forget it, I'm sorry sweetie please don't cry" You continue hugging him while taping his back.

Soon enough he stopped crying and look at you with shallowing eyes. It made you feel guilty, you wipe his tears away and said sorry again, you both look at each other in the eye and he then suddenly kissed you.

He pulled away and smiled while his eyes were red from crying, you're in the state of shocked, soon he pulled your hand.

"Come on let's play" he said cheerfully.

He's really clueless, how can he do something like that and on the next seconds he acted as if he did nothing just then you realized again, he's mentally ill he doesn't know what's he is doing, you doubt he didn't even know what s"x means.

It's almost midnight when Jungkook walk out of his room, he went downstairs and entered the kitchen but before he could fully entered he saw one of the maid and bodyguard on the kitchen island.

His eyes were focused on the scene Infront of him, the man is thr"sting hard on the girl while she's begging him not to stop, he didn't know what's happening right now but his body and mind wanted to do the same to his nanny.

Turning the shower off as you attempt to grabbed the towel from the side of the room but it wasn't their so you turn around to grab it only to find the nked man Infront of you.

Before your mind could process anything, you're already pushed on the ground while he's on top of you, he stared at your nked body while pinning both of your hand.

"What are you doing!! Let me go this isn't a good thing Kookie!! This is bad doing do this!!" You tried freeing yourself from him but it's no used after all he's a man, he's body and strength is nothing compared to yours.

"But nonna didn't wanted hyung to stop and I think we can be like them to" he said. You're confused about what's happening right now and on his words but he didn't even let you process everything.

He insert his c"ck inside you making you scream in pain, you're being stretch out because of his length, you heard groan coming from his mouth, you open your eyes and saw his eyes are closed.

"I-it's tight" he whimpers.

"Ahh p-pull away Kookie!! Pull away!!"

"No let's do what they're doing" he said as he started thr"sting inside you, you moan while trying to free yourself from his grip.

Soon he started liking the feeling and went hard and deep on you will his thinking about the pain you're feeling inside. You're shouting but no one seems to hear you asking for help. He sit on the ground while continue fcking you as he watches his member going in and out of you, you're pushing him away but it never worked out mostly now that you've already lost half of your energy. Soon you felt someone growing inside you, realizing he's about to c"m you tried your best to push him.

"N-no no no please you have to pull away!!" You beg but it was too late.

The man is crying while begging his parents to make you stay. They tried to stop you but you didn't listen to them, after what he did, they should know that there's no forgiveness he deserves. He should be in jail right now, even his mentally ill condition wouldn't save him. But as he's rich you couldn't do anything but to just keep your mouth shut and leave.

"Yn please don't leave, I know what my son did to you was wrong but you know his mind it's right. Please Yn stay I promise it won't happen again, please." His mother beg you but as your mind has already decided you refuse to say.

"No please Yn stay, please stay, Kookie will be good."

You watches him crying while hugging your waist and kneeling Infront of you, you feel disgusted after remembering what he did to you but some memories with the two of you aren't that bad aside when he rped you.

You didn't knew what happened that you suddenly choice to stay. They promised that it will never happen again and after seeing him really changed those days and never done any things like that made you convinced yourself that it won't happen again.

But you're wrong. You're already sleeping when he came inside your room, biting his lips while he stared at your sleeping figure. Str"pping himself and climbed the bed. He hovered you as he smirk.

He slowly pull the blanket down revealing you wearing a silk dress, he grabbed the garter of your undergarment and pull it down, at that moment you shot your eyes open, you tried to scream but his big hand was covering your mouth.

You look at him and found that his aura is different from kookie, he's acting as a matured man, his facial expression. The darkness of his eyes. Everything seems different.

You felt his fingers diving in your hole, you moan as you tried pushing his hand away from you but he didn't even move a bit. He grabbed both if you're hand using his right hand and kissed you passionately.

He pull his hand away and shove it in his mouth getting the taste of you. He looked at you and said.

"Fck, Kookie has some taste, firstly you're beautiful and second you taste good."

You're taken aback after hearing him, his voice were deep like a husky. He grabbed his member and started pu"ping it while his tip is touching your entrance. You moan loudly after feeling his whole thing inside you.

You woke up inside his room, you tried to run away but as soon as you stood up from the bed you immediately fell on the ground. Last night was the worst. He didn't stop until you passed out and now you can barely feel you legs.

The door open and saw a smiling bunny walking towards you, he gasps when he saw you laying on the ground. He run to you and sit you on the bed.

"Ynie what happened?" He asked making your blood boil, how can he act so innocent now, he's literally faking being a mentally ill, he was like a matured man last night and now he's acting as if he didn't do anything?!.

You slap him and started hitting him, he was crying not knowing why you're suddenly being mean to him.

"Why, I didn't do anything, kookie didn't do anything bad." He crying while getting beaten by you.

"How dare you, you're a monster I hate you, I hate you!! I don't want to see you face ever again leave me alone!!!" You continue hitting him while your tears screaming down your cheek.

"N-no it wasn't me Ynie, it was him please stop hurting your kookie" he beg you to stop but you never listen to him, you hate him.

While hitting him he suddenly started shouting while grabbing his hair tight, you're shocked that made you stop from hitting him as you watch him in horror.

Soon the scream coming from him stopped, he turn his head on you and smirk, the same glace that you received last night is same as how he's looking at you right now.

"Oum my princess never listen to his kookie, now look what you've done. You just woke the devil inside him." He smirk while making his way towards you, your tears escape from your eyes while watching his getting closer.

Soon you realized that kookie was actually telling you the truth. He didn't do anything wrong, he promised he won't do it again and he did as he promised and the man from last night was actually not him but his split personality.

The guy from last night was Jungkook and not kookie.

If you're confused, Jungkook actually have two personalities here, the other one is kookie (the one who's acting like a child) while the other one is the real Jungkook who's manly. Split personality is a condition where the person is creating characters of someone inside his head and when something triggers them the other split personality comes out and take control of his mind.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkookff

[tennessoui]

You kind of already did 31 but pleaseeeeeeee

these ficlets keep getting longer ffs this is 2k

31. One is a sex worker, the other is a client AU

anakin's had his turn as a sex worker in my writing so it's Obi-Wan this time, paired with Vaderkin and i made it more dark than I thought would happen whoops but. warnings are: probably bordering extremely dubious consent even though no sex happens and this is just the lead up. a brief reference to underage sex work, though absolutely nothing comes of it. and vaderkin being a bit creepy.

There is a saying among the workers at the Establishment: if the imperial palace calls for you, you should hope the person that is displayed next to you is prettier.

Obi-Wan has never bought into prayers of any kind and this saying is only ever said with something akin to a worshipful dread. Still, when Ahsoka drapes a cloak of red around his shoulders and whispers those words to him—“May the others be your betters”—he thinks for a second about the nature of prayer and of hope and the futility of both in this galaxy.

“Don’t worry, little ‘Soka,” he smiles from under the cloak’s hood. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake.” He is, after all, one of the oldest workers here, makes most of his money these days tending bar and running the front desk, called in to serve mostly for virgin customers who want a gentler and more experienced hand to guide them in the art of pleasure. He doesn’t think any of the words could be used to describe the Emperor Vader, can’t see the imposing black-suited man interested in the art of pleasure.

Ahsoka can’t look him in the eye, but she hugs him tightly as he boards the shuttle that will take him to the Palace.

The ride there is quiet. Obi-Wan tries to avoid as many glances from the other people as he gives to them. Most of them are young, human. He seems to be the only male above 40. His chances are good.

Maybe he hadn’t been lying to Ahsoka. Maybe, truly, his name being included on the list had been a mistake

Something inside him hesitates though. He’d been out in the Upper levels a week ago, making his way home after one of his rare appointments with an old client turned friend. A child had fallen into the path of a small parade of speeders. A correctional officer had raised a whip. Obi-Wan had reacted on instinct, catching its lash with his forearm. The child had run off. Obi-Wan had stayed. He’d raised his head just enough, eons later, to see the durasteel outside of the largest speeder pass by his prone form, just enough to see the Imperial crest on its hull. Just for long enough to see a glint of a yellow eye from the window.

Bacta had treated his wounds, but his mind had not allowed him to rest easily, caught up in the memory of that eye--had he imagined the interest? Had he imagined it all?

And so to hear his name called tonight--the first calling since The Incident--had felt like the confirmation of all of his most unfounded fears.

Would tonight be the night he died? He had lived a long life. A rough one. Perhaps it is time.

Still, in the back of his head, a selfish, utterly human part of him whispered, may the others be your betters.

---

Those chosen do, often, come back. Sometimes they do not. Mostly they do. Obi-Wan has never truly decided which of these fates is the worse one. Those who survive don’t say anything for days on end, their eyes blank as they stare forward. Their bruises, if they are there, are easy to heal. But something is always wrong with their minds afterwards. And those who don’t come back...well. It’s hard to say what happens to them, where they go. Far away or down below.

Obi-Wan is forced to his knees in between a moderately aged female Togruta and a fairly young teenager. The boy is shaking. He can’t be more than sixteen.

They’re in the Entrance Hall. Obi-Wan has never been here before, but he supposes it makes sense. There will be one person who ventures further into the Palace. The rest will be dismissed out the doors that just shut. No need to bring the scum further in than they have to.

Distantly, like a funeral drum, Obi-Wan can hear the sound of feet falling, making their way closer. Just a single pair. He wants to look up, to watch the Emperor--because it has to be the Emperor--approach, but there’s a Guard behind him, holding his head down.

The footsteps are close now. There’s only ten of them--sometimes, Obi-Wan has heard that there can be as many as twenty or thirty--so the line is short. Vader paces quietly from the first to the last person, before stopping in the middle. Obi-Wan can just see the black of his boots if he flicks his eyes as far as they can go to the left. The boy next to him lets out a muffled sob. Obi-Wan wishes he could offer the kid some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance that the Emperor will choose one of the other workers, a body more desirable than either of theirs, but there are no words to describe the guilty relief of a suffering passed onto someone else.

On some sort of invisible signal, the Guard behind Obi-Wan wrenches his head back by the hold he has on both the silken hood and his own hair. It’s far from comfortable, tilted so far back. The message is obvious. Submission is not optional. Respect will be shown through any means necessary.

Obi-Wan tries to keep the hulking form of Vader in his eyesight, even though to see ahead of him he has to close his eyes almost completely because of the angle. It’s impossible to see anything from the chest up, but he can still hear. Loud, mechanical breathing fills the halls. Vader stops at each person for no longer than five seconds before he continues down the line. Obi-Wan holds his breath, waiting for his turn. Does he turn his head as much as he can, to try and accentuate the gray at his temples? Does he lower his eyes?

He doesn’t, in the end, do either. Vader is wearing a mask, completely covering his face. He doesn’t even look human, except for the way he cocks his head slightly as he stares down at Obi-Wan. He feels flayed, just under the single look, but he can’t turn away either. He glowers up at him. Five seconds pass. Vader should be moving on by now. The fact that he hasn’t fills Obi-Wan with the sort of fear he’s only felt a handful of times in his life.

“This one,” Vader says through a voice modulator. Obi-Wan closes his eyes in defeat, thinks of Little Ahsoka back at the Establishment, thinks of what she’ll think if he doesn’t make it home.

But the boy next to him bursts into sobs and Obi-Wan opens his eyes to see that Vader’s hand isn’t pointing to him at all, but instead just to his right.

But Vader’s face is still pointed directly at Obi-Wan though, head still cocked. The question is as clear as if he actually spoke the words aloud. What will you do about this?

What will he do? What can he do? It’s the street from a week ago all over. A child is in danger. How can Obi-Wan ever live with himself if he doesn’t at least try to throw himself on the blade?

“No!” he says before he can think it through. The Guard behind him jerks his hair back roughly in punishment, but the monster in front of him runs two gloved fingers down his cheek, the pantomime of a lover’s caress. “Me instead. Choose me.”

“Quiet,” the Guard hisses to him, making him wince with the ferocity of the yank he gives his hair. Obi-Wan pants open-mouthed as he tries to think of an argument, of a single reason why the Emperor should not get what he wants, should settle for a washed up whore instead of a younger model. All he can think of is the moral justifications of it, and he’s not sure Vader would care for that line of reasoning.

“I’m asking,” he blurts out. The fingers pause from where they’ve been absent-mindedly touching his beard. “When has anyone ever asked?”

The Emperor takes a step back and seems to consider Obi-Wan, what he has to offer. He tries to preen, to throw his shoulders back and sit back on his heels to show off his body, but it’s hard when the Guard hasn’t let up on his hair. In fact the grip gets even tighter as the man behind him snorts a common insult.

A second later, the hand and the pressure disappear. Obi-Wan falls forward automatically at his sudden release. He scrambles away instinctively, even if that means closer to Vader. Vader who has his hand raised out in front of him clenching his gloved fist tight. Obi-Wan looks behind him at the guard who had held him. The man is scrabbling at his throat. Obi-Wan knows already it will be a futile effort. With Vader distracted by his execution, he turns to check on the boy. He’s looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

Probably for the better.

The Guard falls to the floor. The other nine Guards don’t move at all. Obi-Wan supposes there’s no room for loyalty in a galaxy like this.

“Come,” Vader says, running a hand through his hair. It’s a surprisingly gentle touch, seeing as that hand just took someone else’s life.

Slowly, Obi-Wan rises to his feet and follows behind him, through the twisting halls of the Imperial Palace. He thinks anyone could get lonely here if they have no one to keep them company. It’s so big. Obi-Wan shares his room with three other people, and he frets if one of them is still gone by the time he falls asleep.

This much space would drive anyone mad for another’s touch.

He blinks at himself, incredulous. Is he actually trying to feel compassion for the Emperor? Is it actually working?

The Emperor flings open a pair of elaborate doors without touching them, and suddenly Obi-Wan’s in the bedchambers of the most powerful man on the planet. And to think, he’s wearing mismatched and terribly darned socks.

He resolves to not ask Vader for permission to do anything with his own body for the entire night. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Vader takes off his cape and his gloves.

“Would you like to know my prices before or after?” He asks as cooly as possible.

“Your price is that it’s you here and not the boy.”

“Would you have wanted the boy?” Obi-Wan can’t hide the disgust in his tone.

“No,” the Emperor says succinctly. “But I did want to know what you would do. If you really were the same man as the one in the street.”

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat. “Why would you want to know that?”

“There’s so little good left in the galaxy. It’s fascinating that so much is concentrated in you.” Vader reaches up to unlatch his mask. A cascade of golden curls falls out.

He huffs. The Emperor of the Galactic Empire thinks there’s not enough good in the galaxy. It’s at the very least ironic. “It’s a greedy galaxy, your Imperial Majesty--”

The Emperor turns around to face him, helmet still held in his hands. Obi-Wan is surprised to learn he’s just a man. An attractive man, certainly, young and almost pretty with a perfect arch to his lips and a roguish scar cutting through a thick eyebrow. If he had been one of Obi-Wan’s workers, he’d have taken him under his wing, tried to protect him from the clients who would have paid extra to rough up that face.

He was saying something. Obi-Wan had meant to say something else. Oh. Right. “Good cannot be bought.”

The man in front of him--was it really Vader?--smiles, but it doesn’t reach his yellow eyes. “No,” he purrs, discarding his helmet and stalking forward. “But you can.”

#asks #tw: dubious consent #obikin #my fics #vaderkin #prompt fill

[tracybirds]

It’s not 2am I refuse to accept that lol.... what started with me projecting onto Brains because I am very anti-vacuum cleaner and loud sudden noises, morphed into listen to me Brains and Jeff are FRIENDS, they’re BEST FRIENDS, he asked him to live on the ISLAND with his family (Brains is family)

So this is Brains having a problem with loud noises and Jeff helping him out

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Brains shut the door firmly. He spent so much time in the depths of the volcano, underneath nearly three hundred metres of solid basalt, that he’d forgotten how loud the Tracy family really was. Forgotten their penchant for sudden bangs and explosive arguments when the mood took them.

He’d known them for years, first met Jeff and Lucille back before even Gordon was born. Without noticing, somehow his invitations to dinner and birthday parties grew and grew until he found himself folded into the line up as naturally as any other member. He might have once been surprised to find a place made for him on Tracy Island, his own opinions sought after and his wants and desires for his own space taken as seriously as anyone else’s, but upon reflection the transition had been the most seamless in his life.

He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

But right now, between shaking hands and chattering teeth, he’d rather be anywhere but here.

His study was a place rarely frequented. He much preferred the cavernous space of his workshop, where he could jump between theory and practice and the only sound was that of muttered calculations echoed back to him with his own voice. But with Jeff back (and wasn’t he thrilled to be working with his old friend again), dreaming up new ideas for the dozen, it only made sense to temporarily relocate back to the room next door.

He winced as a chair scraped overhead again. Indistinct conversation filtered down and he glanced over to check the windows were shut fast. How Jeff was working, totally oblivious, as beyond him. Every sound tore into Brains’ skin.

He rummaged through the drawers, searching for the headphones that would provide even a moment of relief.

Above him, the floor creaked ominously and he could hear Virgil and Gordon’s scattered laughter.

The villa suddenly seemed very small.

A gentle whirring grabbed his attention, and Brains looked up to see MAX in front of him, headphones in his grip.

“Thank you, mm-MAX,” he said with a tight smile and lowered them over his ears.

He could hear his echoing heartbeat, beating wildly and amplified by the full coverage of his ears, and he grimaced at the sound.

But a choice between the unexpected screeches from above and the steady sound of living was no contest.

Brains steadied his breath and stared blankly at the blueprints he was working on. He could hardly remember what they were for. Some kind of energy dampener?

He placed his glasses down on the desk and rubbed at his eyes. The thumping was only getting louder and faster and the headphones themselves were becoming a problem – the synthetic cushioning sticky and hot against his skin.

He could still hear the boys above.

His fingers fumbled with software, searching for something tolerable to drown out the sound. Music burst through to his eardrums and instinctively he ripped their source away, and the sounds of Tracy villa fell in on him at full force.

Gritted teeth, eyes squeezed tight, hands drilling his ears into his skull as though they could be removed, and all because of noise that couldn’t be helped and that he couldn’t ask to be stopped.

Not fair, he thought, not fair to them and certainly not fair to him.

***

Brains’ door was shut. That pulled Jeff up short, his hand hovering over the door knob as he frowned at it as though it had closed itself of its own accord. Brains’ door was never shut.

Jeff could still remember the gentle welcome he’d given his sons when they first met, answering all their questions about his lab and what exactly his job was. How he’d taken one look at Jeff, overwhelmed with the care of only three children while his pregnant wife rushed home to care for her dying mother and invited him and his overly-excited children home for tea. Even back in Tracy Industries, Jeff had been given unrestricted access to Brains’ office and he liked to think it wasn’t simply because Brains couldn’t say no to his boss.

He knew very well how incorrect that statement was.

Jeff reached out and knocked on the door.

There was no reply.

Faintly, Jeff could hear the faint beeps of MAX inside and that only puzzled him more. MAX never seemed to leave Brains’ side in one form or another, but neither did he sound distressed. He thought. Jeff was still learning how to tell the moods of a robot apart.

Another loud whoop echoed down the stairs and he glanced up, partially amused but mostly exasperated. With some time off, Scott and Gordon had taken it upon themselves to teach Alan poker and if there was anything that Scott and Gordon knew how to do quietly – well, it wasn’t poker.

From the sounds of things, Alan had hit a streak of beginner’s luck and Scott, still swearing above him, was on the losing end.

He laughed to himself and lightly pushed open the door, poking his head to try and spot his friend.

His smile dropped almost instantly.

“Brains? Are you alright?”

A redundant question, immediately answered without a word as Jeff took in the clenched jaw and involuntary gasps for air.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, reluctant to startle Brains further or make whatever this was worse by touching him. Because this was surely something new. Or something hidden and private that he had no intention of revealing to the rest of his raucous family.

A chair fell with a loud bang above them and Jeff jumped. Brains seemed to curl even further in on himself and as the squabbling grew louder and louder above them, Jeff realised what the problem was.

“Brains, I’ll be right back,” he promised, before striding upstairs, worry turning what had been exasperation into real anger.

“Boys,” he growled, his voice cutting through the argument. Three startled pairs of eyes met his, and Jeff tried to cool the white-hot fury into mere annoyance.

“Outside. Or your rooms, I don’t care which.”

Gordon scoffed at him.

“You can’t send us to our rooms.”

Jeff whirled on him, the fire stoked in his glare.

“On second thoughts,” said Gordon cheerfully, tugging Alan in front of him. “I was just gonna go for a swim. What do you say, Alan?”

Jeff watched the two race away and turned to face Scott, his arms crossed and scowling openly.

“What was that for?” he demanded. “We were just playing cards, what’s the big idea?”

“You’re just being too damn loud,” Jeff said with a grunt, turning towards the stairwell.

Then again, he reflected, it wasn’t entirely their fault. Clearly, whatever was going on downstairs wasn’t something they’d known to be aware of.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” muttered Scott. “If you say so.”

Jeff ignored him, already halfway down the stairs with his main objective cleared.

He slipped back into the room, pleased to see Brains’ breathing was much less erratic.

“Brains?”

“Mmm, y-yes Jeff?”

He stepped forward and laid a hesitant hand on Brains’ shoulder.

“You’re still shaking,” he said quietly. “What was that?”

“Nn-nothing.”

Jeff snorted.

“At least look me in the eye when you lie to me, Brains. Come on, I know you better than that.”

Brains pursed his lips together, still avoiding Jeff’s gaze, and it suddenly struck Jeff that his friend might not want to tell him about his problems.

Eight years was a long gap in friendship.

“It’s okay,” he said at last, as the silence stretched out into uncomfortable awkwardness. “You really don’t have to say. I’ve just never seen you like that before.”

“Yes, you have.”

Jeff looked at him in surprise, unsure of the conviction in Brains’ eyes.

“Then I don’t remember,” he admitted slowly, casting his mind over fragile, faded memory.

“Help m-me over to that sss-sofa.”

Jeff followed his directions without protest, still watching him carefully until Brains was lying down on the sofa with a sigh.

He reached out and handed over the blue frames instinctively and pulled up a chair as Brains peered at him through them.

“Adrenaline crash,” he said, by way of explanation and gesturing at himself. Sss-sorry Jeff, it g-got a little out of hand.”

“What is ‘it’?”

Brains waved a dismissive hand.

“I hope you didn’t g-go up and yell at the b-boys,” he said. “It’s really not their ff-fault. I just have a hard time with too mm, m-much noise, or the wrongs kinds nowadays.”

“Why?” asked Jeff, trying not to feel too guilty over having done just that.

Brains smiled tiredly.

“T-t-turns out, it’s really rather traumatising to watch your ff-friend explode on a live-feed in f-front of you.”

Chills raced over Jeff’s skin, all seeming to find entry into his heart. His breath caught in his throat and he found it was his turn to be bent over with his friend’s guiding hand on his back.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “Worse for you than it was for me.”

“Yes, you’re right Jeff,” said Brains drily. “There are no lasting effects from the mm-moment that ripped your f-family from you and f-forced you to survive in the m-most hostile environment with no hope of return. Mm-my m-mistake.”

Jeff laughed weakly.

“You got me there,” he admitted, rubbing his chest to try ease some of the tension. “But at least we’re not alone on this one. I’ll tell the boys to check neither of us are working before they play anymore poker.”

“And next time, they could ask us to join,” said Brains with a grin. “I don’t think they know what a g-good team we m-made.”

“Good cheats, you mean.”

“Well, of course, what’s the difference?”

Jeff laughed, thumping on his shoulder.

“Get some rest, Brains. Strategise later.”

#brains #wait how DO we tag brains what's his real name again?? #hiram hackenbacker #lmao sorry brains but that is a NAME #jeff tracy #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #this is put brains at about 15ish years older than scott if we're wondering #i just really like the idea of brains being really good friends with jeff and lucy and their horde of kids #now i should go to sleep because it is monday and i do have work in five hours for kids who won't show up #love them miss them would it kill them to come to virtual class (probably i get it stay safe kids)

[aria-chicken-flugget]

MC reacts to The Brothers (+Undateables)

In a crop top ~ Yum

Due to the *NSFW undertones, I will NOT be writing any for Luke, obviously.

Sorry this took me ages haha i ran out of creativity for these. On that note, let’s jump straight in 😉

The Undateables

~

Simeon 😇

Similarly to Beel, will not see your request as anything unsavoury you cheeky thing, you

“What is a ... ‘cropped top’?”

Basically wears them anyway

Is used to showing a little skin, so would think nothing of it

After all, God intended Human Beings to be naked, so this is not weird

The only thing odd about it, is that you specifically requested it

He still wouldnt see it in that way tho lol

The one he’d wear wouldn’t surprise you, because it’s not too dissimilar to what he normally wears around RAD

Black, sleek and skin tight - sleeveless to reveal his perfectly sculpted shoulders and with a high neck - cerulean blue accents to match his eyes

Your jaw fell slack at how attractive it looked on him

His piercing blue eyes crinkled as he smiled, “I guess this one suits me, then?”

Oop - ah well, who cares if he knows your staring?

He’s an angel ffs - of course he looks amazing

“You...” you couldn’t seem to find the words to encompass what the mere sight of him did to you

His face would fall a moment, “is something wrong, MC?”

You’d flush, shaking your head with a nervous laugh, “No... well, God probably wouldn’t forgive me for thinking it but -“

You can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence

Fairly certain he was aware of where your thoughts were headed, his cheeks would tinge rouge

He’d play Innocent TM as not to blur the line or complicate things...

You’d make it ducking difficult though

Yes i said ducking, Simeon is an Angel he legally cannot say fuck

It’s just... the way you were ogling him, undressing him with your beautiful and captivating eyes... fjdlficjsn

His chest would tighten, breath caught and heart in his throat

He was well aware what that feeling was, his brows downturned at the thought

“Is something wrong, Simeon?”

He’d hold a hand up, gently but firm, “No, i’m alright, thank you.”

You can’t help but feel a little guilty... after all you did just have certain thoughts about an Angel

Seeing your crestfallen face, he’d immediately snap to - gently reaching for your hand with that crinkly eyes smile,

“Don’t look so glum, MC. Everything’s alright.”

He was simply radiant, you couldnt help but return that smile

Depending on what floats your boat, i’ll let you imagine what the outcome was

Solomon 🧙‍♂️

Hahah oh boy...

“Oh? And why would you want me to wear that?” ;) TEASE

Would give That Smirk TM

This could literally go one of two ways:

One, he wears a cute cropped T and says “Well, what were you expecting from me?” ;) TEEAASSEE

He knows God damn well what you were expecting lmao

OR

Quite literally wears some leather skin tight crop that shows off all his tatts, all his packs and muscles... like dayum haha

Either way you’re speechless

He is one cocky lil shit, he’d love it

“Finally i’ve drawn your attention from those brothers, have i?” “Wh-what?!” “;)”

Nosebleed

“I’d like to request you wear one too, it’s only fair after all.”

Whilst having you gently ensnared against a wall between his palms, with those eyes entrancing you to keep you there

You’d never seen him in that light so deeply than after your request

Your eyes trail his form once again, surprisingly more muscular than you’d anticipated from under the RAD uniform

You’d flush from under his gaze, not quite sure where to look, what to say -

“Cat got your tongue?” Ajsksknxdn

He’d need want to hear you say it.

“I - i didn’t realise you’d tease me about it.” You look away with rosy cheeks

His teasing smile would falter a moment, asking more seriously, “why would you ask me to wear a crop top?”

You’d find his gaze, tongue tied for an answer

You’d swallow from under his penetrating gaze that seemed more serious than before

“I...” why did you ask him again?

“I just... wanted to see it.” “‘It’? That’s not very specific.” Ahsksknsk LOL such a tease

You’d hate that he made you admit it, you forced through gritted teeth, “I wanted to see what you looked like in a crop, what more do you want me to say?”

His smirk tugging on his handsome lips again before warm breath carasses the shell of your ear, “I want to see what you look like too.”

Lmao #Exposed

Nosebleed 2.0

Barbatos 🕰

Yo, you would have some mad guts to request it when he’s working hahah

He would instantly flush and comment calmly how inappropriate your request is

Diavolo would laugh if he heard your request and his reponse from beside you both

But if you were alone with him, perhaps a little closer to him...

I stand by the fact i think ‘Barbietos’ is a Dark Horse TM

This man has a dark side lowkey yandere vibes maybe? Idk yet need to see more of him tbh

if you’re close and you ask, similarly to Solomon he’d smirk and tease

Barbatos is sarcastic but he wouldn’t snark you for this, especially with your blushing features

He’d utter your name, before finally mustering the strength to ask, “what kind of cropped top do you want me to wear?”

You’d have to be immensely private about it, ofc he can have a private life but he is literally at the service of the Prince of that realm

Not just the crop top request etc, the entire relationship would be kept under radar for a long time

I can see his crop being loose, the satin like material draped tastefully from his shoulders and revealing his midriff

The emerald green colour so dark you thought it was black until you saw it’s sheen under the light

You might have already seen his body at this point but you can’t help absorbing his features like a sponge

His abdominal muscles, his strong shoulders... he was also much stronger than he looked under a uniform

He’d stand before you, as you rise to your knees upon his sheets, eye level with his chest

“Tonight, I could serve you for a change.”

He’s probably not as quiet as we think

Diavolo 👑

If Lucifer ever heard about your request, you’ll be out of the Devildom faster than you can say Demonus

You’d have to be incredibly brave and or stupid to even ask in the first place...

However, Diavolo wouldn’t actually mind, “come now Lucifer! It’s a fashion trend in their realm! It sounds fun!” With That Laugh TM

Diavolo is actually pretty lonely, loads of people feel they can’t approach him so he’d acc happy that you felt you could ask that of him

If you were closer than that, you’d be visiting the palace upon his request

If and when you’re alone, you’d ask him to wear one

He still wouldn’t initially see it in that way, his own demon form is shirtless

“I’d like to try one! Have you any ideas in mind?”

After understanding the nature of your request, something will flash passed in those golden irises

“I see... so this garment will grant you a certain gratification?” BLUSH

It’s not secret that Diavolo is the biggest demon, he is one big muscle machine

You’d struggle to find a crop that fit him ngl

he’d have one custom made from your design idea

You’d want him in a maroon or black one, specked with elements of gold to match his eyes

It would be snug due to his size, seeing every inch of muscle from underneath like a marble sculputre

There was something so.. awe inspiringly beautiful about it your breath stopped short

Any prior thought was lost as you silently trace the edges of him with your eyes

“Do you like it?” :) - well... duh haha

“What are you doing still standing over there?”

All would fall silent save for faint breaths and the steady beating of your hearts as you trace the crop’s fabric with your fingertips

He’s surprisingly soften as he’d watch you doing so

He’d wrap his strong arms around you, gentle fingertips stroking your hair

he’d murmur “I’m pleased you like it.”

Soft kisses planted on your forehead and you’re a goner - putty in his arms

“Might I ask... would you wear one?”

You bloody well would lmao

Might edit these later and need to link to the brothers one but hey ho, enjoy! ✨

#obey me #obey me HCs #The Undateables in crop tops #MC reacts to the Undateables #obey me undateables #Obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me Barbatos #obey me Diavolo #om! swd #obey me brothers

[warpedlegacy]

WIP Whenever

Because I’m bad at time. And keeping track of it. And completing things.  Okay so I am making progress on Reprisals Book Two, but the thing keeping more of my attention than I expected was my domestic series for post-Trespasser, While Time Remains. And I just wanted to share this scene with y’all: Cullen finally reuniting with his family (well, just Mia in this scene), and introducing them to his wife. I had to cut it down quite a bit to fit within the post limits of my ff server, so anyone from there, here is the full(er) version! (PS - “Cal” is the name I’ve given the mabari hound he adopts in Halamshiral during Trespasser. Yes, it’s short for Calenhad. Yes, Cullen is very predictably Fereldan.) Thanks for the tag @dreadfutures! I’m gonna wait on more tags since I’m late on this one lol.  South Reach is thoroughly rural Ferelden. Cullen takes in the vast fields, the scattered cottages, the humble mill churning its wheel, and thinks “home”. Despite the fact that this was not where he grew up. Despite the fact that he has never been here before. It all feels so achingly familiar that his heart swells. 

Inquiries in the market square lead them to the right house. It sits on the north side of a field of barley, hemmed in from behind by the coniferous forest and from the west by a run-off from the Drakon River. Very well-situated. Mia must have fought tooth and nail for a spot this choice. Cullen smiles thinking of this, then grimaces, knowing the reception waiting for him is like to be anything but peaceful. 

“They’ll be happy to see you.” Tess rides beside him, steady reassurance in her quiet strength. Subtle highlights in her dark hair catch the sunlight and remind Cullen of coals burned low in the hearth. Her bronze skin glows, but her eyes are dark and piercing as ever as she watches him. 

“Oh, I’m sure they will be,” he allows. “Eventually.” 

“After they finish lecturing you for not writing you mean?” 

“Partly…” Cullen rubs at the back of his neck. He’d been dreading this confession, but now there was no avoiding it. “And also for not telling them we’re coming.” 

Stunned silence follows, and he can’t bring himself to look in Tess’s direction. He doesn’t have to - he feels the growing aggravation about to boil over. 

“You didn’t tell them?” She sounds somehow incredulous and not at all surprised. “Do they even know we’re married?” 

More silence. 

“Cullen!” 

Her disapproval claps electric like one of her spells. He flinches, far too guilty to put up much of a fight. “I know, I should have told them. But with all that was going on there wasn’t time to write before our departure.” 

“What is Mia going to think of me…” 

“Of you?” Now Cullen glances her way, and sees his mistake. The anxiety is writ clear in her face - itself enough of an exception to be worrying - and her hand grips the reins fiercely as she purses her lips into a thin line. “Ah, I wouldn’t worry, love. It’s with me she’ll place the blame, I assure you. You’ve nothing to fear of her wrath.” 

He reaches across the space to grasp her… Right. He’s on her left side, not her right. She notices his hesitation and his heart wrenches as her face withdraws into despondency. His worry for her grows. She’s been like this since Halamshiral, and every effort on his part to assist her is met with stubborn denial and more withdrawal. She’s pulling away from him, and he doesn’t know how to stop it. 

“Tess…” 

“It’s fine.” She releases a harsh puff of air that fogs briefly in the morning chill. “There’s nothing for it now.”

They exchange no more words as they make the final approach to the cottage. It’s a modest log and thatch structure, longer than it is wide, roof rising high to accommodate a second floor. Smoke wafts up from a narrow chimney in the center.  The walls are plastered smooth, a gleaming white beacon amidst the crisp green and gold foliage. Laundry hangs across lines in the garden, which is separated by a low stone wall. 

The word “pristine” occurs to Cullen, and he smiles despite his worry. 

A figure toils in the garden with a hoe, and as they draw near Cullen nearly chokes, thinking he’s seeing his mother. But then she straightens and raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and he realizes it’s Mia. All grown up, unlike his memories of her. 

She’d only been fifteen when they last saw each other. 

She spies their approach and he hears her surprised gasp even from yards away. The hoe falls to the dirt, forgotten, and she hikes up her skirts to vault the garden wall and race toward them. Cal utters a low growl at the sudden approach, but Cullen dismounts to get him quickly to heel. 

“As I live and breathe…” Mia pants and slows her approach, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a brother she’d thought thoroughly lost to her more times than she cares to count. 

Up close, her resemblance to their mother is even more striking. Wheat-blonde curls fall to her waist, fighting free of the scarf tying them back. Her sleeves are rolled up past the elbows, forearms bearing the strength and tone of long hours toiling under the sun. Her eyes, the same rich, whiskey brown. Her mouth curled up at the corners, a perpetually patient smile always at hand.

“Hello Mia.” Cullen straightens with his own far more awkward smile, releasing Cal to sniff experimentally at this familiar stranger. 

Mia takes it all in at a glance - Cullen’s height, his broad shoulders, his untamed curls so like her own, sideways grin so like their father’s - then her eyes drift toward a figure she recognizes only by description. Dark-eyed, wild-haired, fiercely stoic… and an unmistakable aura of legend. 

The Inquisitor. Theresa Trevelyan. Or, as Cullen has frequently slipped up in his letters, “Tess”. 

She dismounts with practiced grace, and that is when Mia notes the knot tied in her left sleeve, an arm that ends just above the elbow. But she sees the prideful lift of her chin and knows this woman wants no pity. 

“My Lady Inquisitor.” Mia nods and wipes her hands before offering her right to shake in greeting. “What a pleasure to finally meet you.” 

“Likewise.” The Inquisitor takes her hand and dips her head. A surprisingly warm smile lights up her face, and Mia can see what drew Cullen so thoroughly into her orbit. “Though just Theresa will do.” 

Mia nods, accepting this instantly, before turning to Cullen with a much sterner expression. 

“You might’ve told me you were coming! Rosie’s gone to market in town, and Bran won’t be able to make it for at least a fortnight, what with the new baby!” 

Cullen accepts the scolding with good-natured exasperation, wearing an expression Theresa has seen many times whilst reading letters from his elder sister. A true matriarch, she somehow looms before the man despite being half a head shorter. Theresa understands a little better why he was always able to withstand Leliana’s and Josephine’s teasing with such fond patience. 

“I wanted to write, but there wasn’t time,” he tries to get in, but Mia is already verbalising all the new accommodations she will need to prepare. 

She barely stops to breathe even as she leads them and their mounts toward the cottage. There is a lean-to stable in the back where a plow horse is already housed, nibbling on fresh hay. A cat naps in the pile nearby, taking advantage of a patch of sunlight. 

When Cullen lets slip about the elopement, Mia launches into a fresh tirade. 

“But I told you I planned to propose!” he protests, receiving a gentle swat upside the head for the audacity. 

“Yes, but I foolishly assumed maybe you’d be holding off on the wedding until your family could be there!” Mia huffs.

“It’s not entirely his fault,” Theresa jumps in, looking fully guilty herself. “Circumstances were a bit… urgent. We didn’t want to wait.” 

That gives Mia pause, and she has to remind herself of how chaotic - and dangerous - their lives are compared to hers. At last, she lets herself smile, beaming from ear to ear as she reaches out and finally hugs her brother. 

“Welcome home, Cullen,” she says. 

He nearly crushes her as he returns the embrace. “It’s good to finally be back.” 

“And you, come here.” 

She draws Theresa in as well, but this embrace is more awkward as she seems not to know what to do with half an arm. New injury, must be. Mia makes her hug all the fiercer to make up for it. 

“My sister,” she declares, and plants a kiss on her cheek for good measure. “Welcome to the family.” 

Unexpectedly, tears well up in Theresa’s eyes and she cannot help the happy sob that escapes. It’s too much, this feeling of unquestioned acceptance. She’s never had this before - not so soon, so easily. She catches the glint of understanding in Cullen’s eyes before the tears make it impossible to see, and she reaches up to wipe them away. 

“Oh, you just let it all out my dear.” Mia looks from one to the other, belatedly realising how exhausted they both look, before nodding to herself. “You two finish stabling the horses. I’ll get your bed ready. There’ll be tea and stew waiting for you when you’re done.” 

And in a flurry of motion she’s gone, leaving Theresa to fall into Cullen’s waiting embrace until the shudders stop. 

#wip whenever #theresa trevelyan #dai #fanfic #cullen rutherford #domestic fluff #while time remains

[parischangedher]

This.

FF/Ao3. Season 17 promo spoilers. Integrates some ideas from posts about the reunion and how everyone will react. Hope you enjoy!

“Tony,” McGee said after his old partner answered the phone.

“Hey Tim,” Tony replied, distracted by his daughter’s voice in the background. “Hold on a sec--No, not now Tali. Go get ready and let me talk to Uncle Tim.” 

Tali’s voice faded as she obeyed her father’s instructions. “Sorry. Can I call you back? We’re already late for school and I’m still packing her lunch.”

“No, Tony, it can’t wait.” McGee said, taking a deep breath. “She’s alive, Tony.”

Tony sighed. “Tim, I told you a million times that I don’t need to hear about these cases anymore. That part of my life is over. And, I really do need to get going. Speaking of Tali, though--don’t let me forget to tell you what she did to this kid bothering her last week. You’d be so proud. She could even be a star on those kid karate shows, you know, and I want to teach her some self-defense just in case, but I’m a bit worried because, well--”

“Tony, shut up!” McGee said, his voice a strange mix of excitement and annoyance.

Tony sighed, slightly intrigued as he continued making Tali’s sandwich. “Alright, McSerious. Calm down, I’ll bite. Who’s alive?”

McGee paused for a moment before answering, trying to find the right words. 

"It’s...it’s her, Tony. It’s Ziva.”

The line fell silent as Tony’s jaw dropped. The knife he was using to spread Tali’s favorite peanut butter fell from his hand and clattered against the plate, suddenly incredibly insignificant. 

He clutched the phone tightly in his hand as blood drained from his face. Feelings he’d long buried came rushing back, and his mind ran wild with questions and disbelief.

“Tony? Did you hear me?” McGee asked. “Ziva’s alive.”

Tony stayed silent, trying to form a coherent response as tears started to form. He covered his mouth with his hand as paralyzing surges of hope, anger, confusion, and guilt overwhelmed him.

“Tony, Ziva’s alive,” he repeated, growing increasingly concerned at the silence. “And, she’s in danger.”

Those were the magic words, apparently, because Tony suddenly stood up straighter with fire in his eyes. No one can hurt her again. He cleared his throat.

“I’m on my way.”

Tony hung up abruptly. Still grasping his phone, he crumpled to the ground in a small sob as the news finally started to sink in. She’s alive.

It was as if he was grieving all over again--but this time, grieving for the choices he made. For not staying with her in Israel or checking in with her for three years. For accepting that she was dead. For wasting so much time. Why didn’t I see it?

He was furious at her, too, of course. For not returning to DC with him and not telling him about Tali. And, now, for letting him believe she was dead for three years.

But most of all, he was overwhelmed with pure joy and the strength of his love for her. How, despite everything she put him through, he would do anything to see her one more time. He reached into his wallet and pulled her Star of David necklace from its permanent spot, fiddling with the pendant. He slapped his hand against the cabinet beside him as more tears slipped down his cheek.

Tali ran out of her room with her backpack in hand and stopped short when she saw her father on the floor.

“Abba, why are you sad?”

Tony looked up at her and laughed softly, finally letting himself see the love of his life in his daughter’s eyes. She looks just like her. He held out his arms and drew Tali close.

“I’m...I’m not sad, Tali. Well, I’m a bit sad. And mad. And guilty, like when you do something wrong. But, most of all Tali, I’m...I’m...very, very happy.”

"Why?”

Tony squeezed her hand. “I’ll tell you someday, love. I promise. But right now, we have to go see someone very special.”

+++

When it was all over, McGee offered to bring Tony and Tali to Ziva’s cabin. Gibbs’ house was still a crime scene, after all, and he knew they needed a place to work this out alone.

Ziva paced around the cabin, trying to calm her pounding heart. Although she had six years to think about what she would say to Tony if she ever saw him again, she felt completely unprepared to confront the man currently making his way to her. The man from whom she took so much. The man whom she treated  terribly the last time she saw him. The only man who could render her speechless from just a glance. And, the man she loved more than any other.

She also had no idea how she would explain to her daughter why she left her with a stranger--even if he was her father--and ceased all contact for three years. A mission, perhaps? 

A cold shudder ran through her as another possibility dawned: Will she even remember who I am?

Lost in her own thoughts, she almost didn’t hear the cabin door creak open. She turned quickly, involuntarily reaching for her weapon before finally, finally seeing him.

“Hello, Tony,” she said, the nervousness in her voice betraying her calm exterior.

He said nothing for a moment. He could only stare, not quite believing his eyes that she was really there, alive and standing before him, waiting.

Relief washed over her as he finally spoke.

“Ziva,” he said, her name feeling familiar yet out-of-place on his lips. He smiled gently and quickly made his way toward her, wrapping his arms around her like he was afraid she’d disappear again. “Oh, Ziva,” he repeated, his voice breaking as a few tears slipped down his face. He kissed her forehead before cradling her face in his hands.

“I can’t believe it’s really you.”

Ziva could only smile and nod, returning his embrace as a tear of her own started to fall. Tony wiped it away with his thumb.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head. “No, Tony, I am fine.”

“Good,” he said before he ran his fingers through her hair. “God, I’ve missed you so much, Ziva.”

At that, Ziva glanced away as the guilt rose within her. “I know, Tony. I’ve missed you too. I am...sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

Tony rubbed her cheek softly, encouraging her to look at him. She met his eyes, silently begging him to forgive her for what seemed unforgivable. Her fear almost broke his heart. Again.

“I know that you did what you thought you had to do to protect Tali,” Tony said, his voice shaking. “But, Ziva...how you could you not tell me?”

After he was met with silence, he continued. “I would’ve been there, Ziva. I would’ve been there in a heartbeat. I wanted to be there--for her and for you. You didn’t have to deal with this threat and having our child--our child, Ziva--alone. You know I’ll always have your back no matter what. So...what happened?”

“I...” Ziva started, forcing herself to look at Tony. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand as she took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. “I know. And I wanted to tell you, Tony. I did. It took a while for me to realize I was pregnant, and by the time I did the threat was already growing. It was...better for all of us if I didn’t make contact. Then, when it grew to be too much...I knew it would be safer if everyone thought I was dead. They would stop looking for her. So, I ran, and I sent her to you.”

“I know what it is like to lose both parents, Tony. I didn’t want the same for Tali. And I knew it was a real possibility with Zahar on the loose. When she was born, I promised her that she would have a better life than I did.”

She hesitated before continuing. “I also couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you because of what I did all those years ago, if I had gotten you involved. I simply would not have been able to live with myself. So, I did what had to be done. I know it was a bit selfish, in that respect. But I was sure that it was the only choice I had. And, I honestly...I honestly did not think I would ever see you two again.”

“Neither did we,” Tony replied. Ziva stiffened at the words, her heart aching with regret. 

“I get it--at least, a part of me gets it,” he said. “But I have to be honest here, Ziva. I won’t start whatever this is with a lie,” he said as he gestured vaguely between them. “The other part of me is still ticked. Your fake death almost killed me. I’m going to need some time. And more answers.” 

Ziva's eyes widened with a mix of pain and hope about what he meant by this.

“But,” he continued. “I’m sorry, too.”

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Ziva said firmly. “I am the one who pushed you away. I didn’t tell you about Tali. I let you think I was dead, and I left you blindsided with a child you did not know you had. Please do not blame yourself for my mistakes, Tony.”

"I don’t. I blame myself for my own mistakes,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “I shouldn’t have left you in Israel, Ziva. I chose DC and all that crap over you. I didn’t check in on you. But mostly, I was a complete idiot when I accepted the idea that you were dead when I knew how well you are trained to disappear. Hell, I’ve worked enough cases to know that if there’s no body, there’s no proof. It’s crime 101.”

Ziva smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “We will get through this, Tony.”

“We must. Because I can’t lose you again, Ziva. I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life in some tiny South American village with no cell service,” Tony said, eliciting the laugh he adored so much.

“There are two mistakes I need to rectify immediately, though.”

"Yes?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took both her hands in his and gave each a soft kiss. A small shudder ran through her at the act, reminiscent of their time in the orange grove.

“Here’s the first: I will not let one more second go by without telling you. It’s actually on my bucket list,” he chuckled to himself.

“Telling me what, Tony?”

He took a deep breath before answering. No more wasting time.

“Telling you...that I love you, Ziva. I have loved you for years, and I will love you forever. When I said I couldn’t live without you, I meant it. I am a mess without you. I am hopelessly, hopelessly in love with you.”

His eyes bored into hers. He was scared. Half of him expected her to pull away, to end this before it even had a chance to begin.

A million emotions ran through her as she processed his words. Words she thought she would never have the chance to hear. Ziva moved closer to him and traced his jaw as a small smile formed.

“I love you too, Anthony DiNozzo. Movie references and all. I want whatever this is, too.”

Tony laughed and looked deeply into her eyes before he leaned down to meet her waiting mouth. Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss as Tony snaked his arms around her back and pulled her closer. It was slow and soft at first, before it grew into something passionate and raw, full of pain and regret and hope and love. It marked a new beginning neither thought they would get, and they were determined to savor every moment.

Finally, Ziva pulled away as Tony moved to plant kisses on her neck. “What was the second thing?”

“Hmm?” Tony mumbled, now reaching her earlobe. Ziva couldn’t help but laugh. “The second thing you wanted to fix.”

Tony smiled and pulled back. “Ah. Yes. Well for that, I’m going to need a little help.”

He gave her one last peck before stepping away and opening the door, gesturing to the car. As quickly as she could, Tali ran from McGee’s grasp and into her father’s waiting arms.

“Tali, there’s someone here who wants to see you.” 

Ziva’s anxiety spiked. She could barely hold back tears as Tali made eye contact with her for the first time in three years. She had gotten so big, so strong, and so, so beautiful. 

Tali broke away from Tony and looked at her mother. She smiled shyly. “Ima?”

Ziva smiled and got on her knees to be at eye-level with her. “Yes, tateleh. It’s me. Do you remember?” She asked, praying to whatever God would still listen to her that the answer was yes. 

Tali pondered the question, fingering the Star of David necklace she had around her neck. After a moment, she nodded and broke into a DiNozzo-esque grin.

Ziva grinned back and held out her arms, gesturing Tali over. 

When the two met, Ziva couldn’t stop the tears she was holding back from streaming down her face. She gently rocked Tali, running her hands through her hair and whispering softly. “I love you, Tali. I am sorry I had to leave you. So, so, so sorry. Please forgive me.”

Tali started to pull back from Ziva--which nearly broke her. She then took something out of her pocket. “Abba told me that this is yours. I kept it safe on the plane for you, Ima.”

She opened her palm to Ziva, revealing her Star of David necklace. Ziva smiled and took it from her, replacing it with a kiss. “Thank you, Tali. I love it. And it’s just like yours!”

Tali giggled, again playing with her own child-sized star. 

“Do you think you and Abba can help me put it back on?”

She nodded and looked at Tony, who came over and knelt down beside them. Tony took the necklace from Ziva and gently moved her hair out of the way before wrapping the chain around her neck. He easily clasped the necklace and softly stroked the back of her neck, placing a chaste kiss on her hairline. Ziva turned to face him and smiled. Her hand finally grasped the pendant she thought she’d never wear again.

“Thank you, Tony.”

He smiled and looked at Ziva and Tali. “It’s beautiful. Just you two.”

Tali grinned and reached for both of her parents, together, for the first time. Tony and Ziva smiled at each other before fully embracing Tali, staying that way before their daughter broke the silence.

“Ima! Abba! I am squished!” she yelled as she struggled to break free of her parents’ grasps. Laughing, the two let go. It felt like home.

Tony smiled and kissed his daughter’s head. “You better get used to it, kid. Because Abba and Ima aren’t going anywhere.”

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[misssophiachase]

Meet the Mikaelsons (formerly called Reality Bites) Chapter 5 - We Are Family

On FF and AO3

Playa Palmilla, San Jose del Cabo

"He’s so frustrating, do you think if I killed him and buried his body in the woods anyone would notice?”

“Given he’s Klaus Mikaelson I think so, Care,” Bonnie offered through the phone speaker.

“So, did you see him naked in the shower at least?” 

Caroline had to stop for a moment, not because she’d seen him naked or in the shower given she was too busy sabotaging his hot water supply but because there was a small, niggling feeling at the back of her mind that wasn’t averse to seeing him in that way. Not that she'd ever admit it aloud.

“Of course that would be your initial response, Kat,” she muttered wryly, once she'd recovered from those rogue visuals. “He is driving me crazy. First, he orchestrates the seat allocation change on the flight, then the accommodation and now dinner with the Addams Family.”

“You work with them every day, it can’t be that difficult.”

“Not all at once, Bonnie, and I usually have a whole crew of buffers to stop me from killing them but tonight it will just be us.”

“Like one big happy family.”

“Not helping, Katherine,” she growled.

“Look, I’d be more than happy to play buffer with Elijah Mikaelson,” Katherine purred. “My buffering skills are second to none.”

“I think you’re onto something,” Caroline murmured, wondering why she hadn’t thought of it sooner. “How would you both like to come to dinner? I’ll invite Enzo too. Klaus Mikaelson thinks he can mess with my life, well I’m going to do the same thing and play him at his own game.”

"You realize he's your boss, right?"

"The network is my boss and last time I checked he's co-producer," she muttered, still annoyed he'd taken half her job. "Anyway, in a few more weeks I won't have anything to do with him or his crazy-ass family so quite frankly I'm going to do what I like. Now, are you in?"

"Caroline?" She heard him call through the door. "We need to leave for dinner."

"Keep your panties on, Mikaelson," she replied.

"Stop thinking about my knickers and get your cute, little butt out here, Forbes."

"Are you sure you two aren't getting it on?" Katherine asked through the phone, reminding Caroline they were still on the line. "Because if you're not that's as close to foreplay as two people can get."

"Collect Enzo and get your asses to this dinner otherwise I can't be responsible for my actions," she growled then disconnected the call.

Caroline smoothed down her dress, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes momentarily to regain her composure. Just because she wasn't used to big, family dinners didn't mean she couldn't do this. She did work with them all at varying times so it should be easy enough.

Her eyes fluttered open, Caroline telling herself that it was only a couple of hours then it would be all over.

Opening the door, Caroline wasn't expecting him to look quite so handsome in a white, linen shirt buttoned low on his toned chest and fitting, khaki pants. Obviously the cold shower didn't dampen any of his appeal or her attraction to it. Why did he have to look like that? And smell like that? His spicy aftershave was infiltrating her nostrils and she was struggling to concentrate on what she was supposed to do next.

"Wow, you look.." she finally focused on Klaus, catching his dazed expression. 

"It's a dress," she replied, knowing full well she chose this white one on purpose because of how well it fitted her and highlighted her Californian tan. 

Not that she was trying to impress him but if she was forced to eat with the Mikaelsons then she had to look at least mildly presentable amongst all of their designer clothing. 

"It's beautiful," he murmured, the intensity in his eyes making her blush mildly. 

"Well, it's not designer but it'll have to do."

"I've always thought designer clothes were overrated," he admitted. "This shirt is actually from the Gap." She gave him a look which clearly said she knew he was lying. "You can, uh, check the tag if you like?"

"I'll pass on that," she shot back sarcastically. "You obviously haven't been to the Gap lately, but nice try to make me feel included, Mikaelson."

"Just because I haven't been shopping there lately doesn't mean I don't want to go there, Forbes," he chuckled. "Now, let's get going before my mother tells us off for being late and missing Grace." 

"You say Grace?"

"No, but I got you," he laughed. She rolled her eyes in his direction and then they set off for his mother's private villa.

"So, just in case you were wondering, my mother hates coriander, I think you call it cilantro, she’s incredibly paranoid it’s in the food even if it isn’t. Elijah’s pet peeve is anyone who doesn’t observe proper decorum when it comes to table manners and cutlery placement. Rebekah is incredibly fussy about food.”

“Trust me we’ve seen that particular trait daily on-set,” she murmured knowingly, feeling bad for the catering team all over again.

“She has a thing about separate food items touching. Fruit salad is case in point,” Caroline couldn’t help but giggle at that point.

“Defeats the purpose of calling it a salad I suppose,” she observed. “And Kol?”

“Kol has this horrible habit of licking his knife and talking with his mouth full. Henrik is the one you have to look out for though.”

“Innocent, little Henrik?”

“Don’t let him fool you, love. While being the nicest of all the Mikaelsons, many family meals have ended with at least someone throwing food at someone else." 

“Who knew Henrik could be so mischievous? And you?”

“I don’t like peas.”

“Everyone hates peas, that is nothing,” she snorted. 

“Okay, you’ve got me.” 

“Let me guess you help Henrik do the throwing?”

“Not every time,” he admitted. “Just when Elijah is being pompous and Rebekah precious and Kol immature.”

“So, most times then?” He smirked at her knowingly. “Are these all jokes too?”

"All truth, I couldn’t come up with all of those quirks if I tried. Plus, I swear on my Gap shirt," he teased. Caroline liked the fact that the Mikaelsons seemed like a normal family even if they didn’t let anyone see it publicly. 

"So, why did you feel the need to tell me that? Worried about my white dress getting dirty because of a rogue, food fight you may or may not have started?"

"Well, that," he began, sending her a small smile as they walked. "And because I felt a little bad about crashing your flight and making you stay at the villa.” 

“So, you admit you were wrong?”

“Easy tiger, I never said I was wrong. Klaus Mikaelson is never wrong.”

“Oh, puh-lease, enough with the ego and the use of the third person,” she complained.

“But I thought it would be helpful with our work. Also, I’m a little worried you’ll try that cold water trick on me again or dagger me in my sleep tonight.”

“I suggest you sleep with one eye open if that’s the case,” she said, only half-jokingly.  “I’m curious about this supposed work we’ll be doing. I mean the location team has been here for the past week setting up, the pre-production work is done, the crew has their instructions, the cast has their scripts, even if some don’t like to use them,” she raised her eyebrows at him accusingly.

“You never know when something will come up,” he replied mysteriously.

“If that’s your attempt to talk dirty…”

“I can’t help it if you misconstrue everything I say,” he teased. “I heard you used to work in research before you went into producing.”

“I did,” she confirmed. “What kind of research do we need exactly?”

“Well actually…”

“If it isn’t my two favorite producers in the whole world,” Kol singsonged, patting his brother on the back affectionately as they walked up the front path together.

“Maybe because we are the only two you know, knucklehead,” Klaus growled. 

Caroline was used to his younger brother’s weird sense of humour and she was busily trying to work out what Klaus needed and why it included her. Maybe it had something to do with the bride-to-be but, for some reason, it seemed more personal than even that. 

“Shouldn’t you be kissing in a tree with sweet Caroline by now, brother?”

“Shouldn’t you be acting your age by now, Kol?” 

“I don’t kiss in trees just for your information, Kol. I much prefer places that are comfortable and clean,” she offered. Kol’s eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head at her brazen response. 

“What a coincidence, love,” Klaus growled, his heated expression not lost on her. “Me too.”

As they walked inside and approached the rest of the family, Caroline realised she was going to have to find out later about this mysterious research project. 

First, she had to get through dinner with the Mikaelsons.

30 minutes later..

“Are you sure there’s no cilantro in this?” Esther asked the waiter, inspecting the plate of food suspiciously. Caroline noticed Klaus smirking in her direction and had to stifle a laugh. 

“We’ve been through this already, mother, it hasn’t touched anything, trust me I asked for all ingredients before we ate,” Rebekah drawled, knocking her head on the table in frustration. 

“Manners, Rebekah,” Elijah chided. “And, Kol, I’m taking away your knife if you’re going to do that. And Henrik,” he admonished, before the young boy could even speak. “Don’t you even think about starting a fight, this is a $5,000, Armani suit.”

Caroline couldn’t believe just how accurate his observations of his family were. Having said that though, Klaus had been relatively quiet until now. She thought it was due to the fact the other Mikaelsons were taking centre stage but something didn’t seem right given just how chatty he’d been with her earlier. 

“I’m sorry we’re late.” She looked up to see Enzo, Kat, and Bonnie being ushered in by the villa staff. “Someone had to change their outfit ten times.” Caroline eyed Katherine knowing who the guilty party was. 

“Of course not, sit down,” Esther fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Waiter, get these three some drinks and whatever this food is supposed to be. I hope none of you are allergic to cilantro.”

“And keep the drinks coming,” Rebekah muttered tapping her glass impatiently, her attention squarely focused on Enzo. Caroline wasn’t sure what Enzo had done to Princess Rebekah but obviously it required extra alcohol.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Bonnie smiled sweetly. Kol who’d been busy inspecting his facial features in the reflection of his butter knife stopped short, perusing their new dining companions curiously. 

“Of course, anything for Caroline,” Esther said, patting the chair next to her for Enzo. He gave her a brief look which meant ‘you owe me.’ 

She could feel Klaus staring intently in her direction, his crimson lips pursed tightly.  Maybe inviting them behind his back was immature but she’d been so worked up about his constant need to interfere with her plans. 

“Nice suit, Armani right?” Katherine asked, placing herself next to him. When she said she’d buffer she really meant it. 

“Yes,” he answered. “And who might you be?”

“Katherine Pierce,” she sent him a dazzling smile. “It’s lovely to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms Pierce,” he replied stoically. Caroline never knew anyone who could be so immune to flirting as Elijah. But knowing Katherine’s persistence he would soon know.  

“Who do we have here?” Kol asked, sidling over to Bonnie. “Are you a friend of our sweet Caroline?”

“Yes, I’m Bonnie,” she replied simply. 

“Well, I’m Kol,” he said confidently. “Although, I’m sure you’ve heard of me already.”

“Yes, your reputation precedes you,” she murmured quietly. Caroline could tell by Kol’s puzzled look he wasn’t sure if she meant that in a good or bad way. Maybe being kept on his toes like that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. 

“Can you pass the salt,” Enzo asked Rebekah politely after their meals had been delivered. She didn’t respond at first, just finished the rest of her drink in one go. Enzo gave Caroline another look which clearly meant ‘seriously?’

“Here,” she pushed it toward him her gaze purposely not meeting his. 

“Well, that would be great if I wanted pepper,” he muttered. “There is a difference.”

“Rebekah don’t be rude to the good doctor,” Esther chided. “I’m sorry about my children, they have everything they could ever want except for manners. Their father and I tried but obviously you can’t have everything.”

Klaus remained quiet, his gaze now downward. Caroline wondered if it was still because of her surprise guests or if it was something more. She didn’t want to care but, at the same time, for some reason she really wanted to know. 

#meet the mikaelsons #misssophiachase #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline #my writing #chapter five #we are family

[lockewrites]

For the DADWC: “Stay here tonight.” with the pairing of your choice!

From this prompt for @dadrunkwriting

Warden x Alistair || SFW || 1294 wordsAO3 & FF

Alistair comforts Genevyve after dealing with the near-destruction of the Ferelden Circle.

To be so close but still outside of Kinloch Hold was strange, like she was a young girl who’d run away from home and hid in a little fort just behind the house. Genevyve tossed and turned in her bed, unable to settle her mind enough to even think of sleeping. Frustrated, she got up and crept through the docks’ inn and out the front door.

The night was draped in a heavy fog that crawled across the lake and to the Circle tower. It was eerie and unsettling, but she was already in such a disturbed state of mind, it mattered little. Genevyve wandered along the road between the inn and the docks until she reached damp wood and sat down.

Her feet dangled over the edge, the toes of her boots just barely skimming the water’s surface. She looked out across the lake and at the imposing tower.

Never did she imagine she would see her home, for lack of a better word, flooded with abominations and Templars so eager to eradicate every last mage under their watch. Never had she seen Greagoir so hateful or Cullen so… 

She shook her head. Death piled upon death; those she had grown up with, spent her entire life with, dead. Some felled by their fellow mages-turned-abomination, others by the Templars who embraced the chance to slay “dangerous” mages.

Her eyes burned as tears welled up and spilled onto her cheeks. Genevyve wiped the back of her hand under one of her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Can’t sleep?” a voice asked from behind her.

Genevyve shook her head.

“I don’t blame you,” Alistair said, sitting beside her. “It can’t have been easy to see the Circle like that.”

She gave a sharp laugh. “What do you mean?” she asked. “The Circle’s always been full of Templars just waiting for a reason to kill mages and mages looking for an excuse to turn into abominations and exact revenge on the Templars.”

Genevyve wiped her eyes again.

Alistair lifted his arm, as if to wrap around, but seemed to think better of it as he returned it to rest on his leg. His feet kicked at the water as the two of them sat in silence. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m just… you’re right. It wasn’t easy to see that.”

“I understand,” Alistair said, glancing at her.

She didn’t return his look, rather she remained fixated on the tower. She wanted to tell him he didn’t, he couldn’t understand. She wanted to argue that, yes his fellow Wardens died, but he didn’t watch them die. He didn’t have to kill some of them himself. He didn’t lose the people he grew up with: he had only been a Warden for a year. These people had been her family. This had been her home.

But he didn’t deserve such malice. He’d come to comfort her, and she was simply in too much pain to readily accept it.

Too long had passed with no word from her, but she could think of nothing to say that wasn’t fueled by anger and despair.

“Is there…” Alistair began, seemingly pondering his words. “How can I help? Is there anything I can say? Anything I can do? I’m… I’m at a loss, but I want to help.”

With another deep breath, Genevyve tried to push her unkind thoughts aside. She looked at Alistair, meeting his eyes and finding them full of sincerity, and she felt a guilty twist in her gut.

“Not sure I deserve it,” she muttered. 

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Rather than answer, Genevyve let her head fall against his shoulder. As though taking it as permission, Alistair wrapped his arm around her, giving her a soft squeeze.

“I wonder,” she began, “if I should’ve allowed Jowan to perform the ritual.”

Alistair tensed beside her, but she didn’t acknowledge it.

“I couldn’t have cared less that it involved blood magic,” she continued. “I was just afraid the arl would refuse to help us if we let the arlessa die. But she was willing… and who knows how many of Redcliffe’s people have died since we left. Having to travel here, and then having to clear the Circle? We’ve been gone for so long.”

“I’m sure the others have been handling things,” Alistair assured. “Leliana is probably working with Teagan to protect those that can’t fight. And Morrigan and Sten probably have a disturbing amount of fun killing those walking corpses.”

Genevyve chuckled, but Alistair’s lighthearted words weren’t enough to settle her mind.

“Maybe I should’ve sent Morrigan to convince the Circle the help us,” she said, shaking her head.

“That would’ve guaranteed Redcliffe’s destruction,” he said. “She would’ve pissed off the Templars, and they would’ve destroyed Redcliffe themselves in retaliation.”

She let out an actual laugh this time.

“You made the right choice,” Alistair said. “The Circle needed us anyway.”

“Not everyone would agree,” she replied. “I think Cullen would’ve preferred it if we hadn’t shown up. He would’ve wanted the Right of Annulment invoked.”

“You know him well?” Alistair asked.

“I thought I did,” she said, casting her gaze downward. “I never would’ve thought him capable of being so hateful. He came to the Circle about a year ago, and he’d been one of the kindest Templars. And I… cared for him.”

Geneviye lifted her head, and Alistair let his arm fall from her shoulder.

“We should get some sleep,” she said.

“Yes, we should.”

Alistair pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out to help Genevyve up. He held his arm out for her to take, offering with it a goofy grin. She took it and smiled at him, feeling a little lighter after speaking with him, even if she didn’t share all of what was on her mind.

He led her back to the inn and to her room.

“Stay here tonight,” Genevyve blurted.

Her cheeks burst into a deep shade of red as she realized what she’d said. Alistair’s own did the same, just as deep despite his darker skin tone.

“Y-you want me to…”

“I meant, uh,” she stammered, “i-if you’re comfortable… I don’t, uh, I don’t want to be alone.”

“You want me to sleep with you?” Alistair asked, his voice cracking a bit.

She waved her hands in front of her.

“Not like that!” she said. “I meant actual sleep. Forget it. It was a stupid thing to ask.”

Alistair adamantly shook his head. “No, no,” he said. “It’s fine. I can… I’ll stay with you. I did say I wanted to help.”

His voice lost some of its panic, and he stepped further into the room, stopping beside the bed. Genevyve hesitated, but she too moved toward the bed and clumsily climbed under the blanket. Once she was situated, she held the covers open to invite Alistair into the too-small bed.

Crawling in beside her, Alistair adjusted himself to try and fit comfortably. Genevyve turned to her side, giving him just a little bit more room. No matter how far to the edge she clung, her body rested against his, and there seemed to be no avoiding it.

‘Are you… are you comfortable?” he asked.

Genevyve nodded. “Thank you, Alistair.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. 

He continued tweaking his position. After a moment, he added, “I’m not really sure where to put my arm.”

In an act of boldness, Genevyve took his hand and pulled it across her torso.

“Better?” she asked.

He nodded, rustling their shared pillow.

Genevyve closed her eyes and tried to use the awkwardness she felt as a means of distracting her from the nightmare of the Circle. Eventually, she slipped into sleep.

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[rosaline-kei]

Don’t Go - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin nor the characters.

Parts: 「1」「2」「3」

Chapter 1′s Title: Eren

Synopsis: Even after what was thought to be the end of the chaos, Mikasa Ackerman struggles with conflict, confusion and her emotions. The Raven plans to leave for the Kingdom of Hizuru—without a proper goodbye to Eren Jaeger. What is she running away from? What is she afraid of? Are apologies enough to heal? (Contains Manga Spoilers)

Prompt Summary (from a user): The reunion of Eren and Mikasa after Eren comes back from Grisha’s memories. Even though Eren's head got blown away xD, I think that he will transform into his Titan Form. After reading the latest chapter I Think Eren will apologize to Mikasa for everything he did to her after the time-skip and will probably tell her not to join that Kiyomi and the Hizuru Kingdom. Thank you!!!

Eren wouldn’t let Mikasa leave for Hizuru because he knows that she loves him and that her love has nothing to do with her Ackermann genetics.

Takes Place after the war is finally settled. When Eren apologizes to Mikasa and Armin and ofc to all the members of the 104. Squad

I don’t think that Mikasa will accept his apology immediately since she is the Person that got hit the hardest by Eren’s deeds and especially his words in chapter 112

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Author’s Note: Hello! This will be a 3 part story. I want to apologise to anyone reading in advance if the characters seem Out of Character at any point of time. It has been a while since I last wrote Attack on Titan Fanfictions and stuff. So, I also apologise if my writing has become worse than it already was haha; Plus, I’m still not over my own moody angst after my painful exams sigh lmao so I hope that won’t affect my writing haha

It was over.

It was finally over. The war, the chaos.

Eren Jaeger really did it. He ended it, the war, the chaos. But alas, that wasn’t all he did. He had also left scars in people’s trust, in people’s minds and in people’s hearts. In order to succeed, he had to hurt others—at least, that was what he thought. Even if he never meant this façade of a betrayal, even if he never meant to hurt others, the words he had said, the actions that he had done could never be taken back now. It would still take time to assuage the pain.

And unfortunately, despite all his efforts, he couldn’t save everyone as he intended to.

He still remembered the day he found out about Sasha’s passing, her death. It was excruciating, for him… for everyone. Could it have been avoided… if he had told others about—?

It didn’t matter now. He couldn’t change it anymore. It was over. Everything was over now, right?

After the chaos, Eren apologised. From the bottom of his heart, he apologised to Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Hanji… and the list goes on. (He apologised to Sasha too. Though, he wished he could’ve told her that face to face.) Some accepted his apology, some were sceptical, and some still had a tiny bit of distrust despite the change of events which proved Eren wasn’t at all the villain, despite it all coming to an end.

Though, as he said out his apology among the people that were his comrades, he noticed how one of them looked…what was the word? Well, before he could’ve even think of a word to match the expression she wore—the expression that caused his heart to throb—she had turned her back and left the moment he finished his long apology. She didn’t wait to listen to his answers and explanations when the others question him, nor did she stay to voice any of her own questions. She just… left.

It was an awfully familiar scene he was witnessing. It reminded him of the day he left, too.

Ever since that day, Eren hadn’t seen nor heard of Mikasa Ackerman since.

Perhaps he should’ve chased her the moment she left. But at that time, something told him not to— and to instead give her some space.

Was this how she felt? He had wondered as he watched her walk away. This feeling of agony clawing at your heart when you see someone you care about leave and disappear, without a word?

Admittedly, if he could right now, he would leave to find her. For the most part, he already had the brief chance to talk to everyone—everyone but her. Ever since the chaos ended, he hadn’t gotten the chance to even speak to her personally. However, as much as he wanted to search for the raven now, he couldn’t. Because right now, he was being detained behind bars of steel. And he wasn’t allowed to leave until after interrogation which purpose was to ensure that he wouldn’t do anything that could lead to something disastrous.

It was quite ironic that the supposed hero that saved Paradis from the monsters known as titans, was to be treated as a criminal—for now, at least. There were still some soldiers and even civilians who still strongly distrusted the male. And Eren couldn’t blame them, really. Anyone would be suspicious of a person who switched sides and switched back, regardless of the reasoning.

All he could do now was wait. Of course, if he was that desperate, he could easily break out of jail. However, he wasn’t that doltish to not know the consequence of doing as such.

On a different note, he hadn’t seen any of his squad—well, ex-squad members during his detainment, which was almost two weeks by now. He wasn’t sure if any of his ex-squad members were even permitted to visit him. He wasn’t even sure if they wanted to see him. And again, he couldn’t blame them.

He pondered on what the others were doing… what Armin was doing… what Mikasa was doing…

He hadn’t had the chance to have a private conversation with Armin as well. After all, by the time he was done with his apology addressed to the group as a whole as well as answering the questions that they bombarded him with, he was immediately sent to be detained. Granted, he and Armin did exchange a few words when he was answering everyone’s questions, but nothing personal was exchanged. Something like that should be done privately, after all.

As for Mikasa… he hadn’t even heard her voice after this war ended.

Eren remembered though, the mixture of relief and conflict in Armin’s eyes. He wondered if she had the same look in her eyes when her back was turned as she walked away. Whatever it was, he was pretty sure those two would definitely be the last people he’d expect to visit him.

So, it caught him by surprise when his guard today wore a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes, accompanied by golden blonde hair.

Eren’s emerald orbs met Armin’s blue hues, they exchanged looks but not words. And yet, Eren knew what he had to say. He had the same conflicted yet relieved look in his eyes after all.

There was a desk situated near Eren’s cell where Armin then placed the bag he brought along down before taking a seat down on a chair. Without a word, he began to pen down some things. It wasn’t long till the silence was broken.

“Do you really forgive me?” Eren was the first to speak. From his tone, one could either conclude he was remorseful or exhausted… maybe both. The brunette’s emerald orbs look towards the blonde who didn’t stop writing. His blue hues were still fixated on whatever he was writing on that paper.

“I do.” He finally responded, albeit looking away.

“Do they forgive me?”

Eren didn’t need to explain who ‘they’ was. It was quite obvious, after all.

“It takes time to heal,” Armin started, “Eventually, they will. I know what you did had our best interest in mind, but… the things you said, the other things you did still, the things that could’ve possibly been avoided if you had told us your plan from the start, they… you …” For once, Eren witnessed him struggling for a longer than expected time to find the right words. Wanting to save him the trouble, he responded, “I know.”

From his side view, Eren noticed the blonde parting his lip, as if to retort. But just as fast as his lips parted, they closed. He didn’t see a reason to pester him for an answer, at least not now.

And just as the silence was about to engulf the room, Eren asked another question.

“Does she forgive me?”

This time, Armin halted in his writing. And slowly, he turned towards Eren. Their eyes met again. And even if Armin did truly forgave him, it was undeniable there was still some sort of tension between the two. But who could blame them? They hadn’t had a proper conversation since everything was over.

“You’re free to go tomorrow,” Armin finally spoke albeit ignoring his other query. “Earlier than expected. Basically—”

“What happened to Mikasa?” Eren asked again, this time sounding more assertive. The look of remorse now shifted into a frustrated frown. The fact Armin seemed to be avoiding the subject of Mikasa concerned him—his avoidance of the subject of her couldn’t mean anything good.

Armin bit his lip, before taking a deep breathe. There was no dodging the bullet, Armin already knew that. Eren wasn’t the only one who noticed Mikasa’s disappearance the moment he was done addressing his apology. Armin had too. Aside from the two of them, no one really took notice of her absence. However, unlike Eren, Armin only noticed her leaving when he witnessed a shift of expression on Eren’s face back then.

When he gave his apology, he looked genuinely apologetic, sincere, guilty and so on. But, then he suddenly looked so… pained. That’s when he noticed Mikasa walking away. Perhaps, Armin thought, I should’ve grabbed her hand and stop her from leaving, so that she’d at least have the chance to say something, anything to him.

But he didn’t. Because that was something Eren had to handle, not him.

“ ‘I don’t know. I haven’t spoken nor have I talked to her since the day you apologised.’ ” Armin stated before sighing, “That was what I’m supposed to tell you.”

Before Eren could interrupt, he continued. “Mikasa might kill me if I tell you. I promised not to say a word. But I figured I wanted to do both of you a favour… and—”

“Spit it out already.” Eren’s growing impatience was crystal clear. Some things just don’t change, huh? He always seemed to recklessly charge straight ahead before anything else… and always preferred to get straight to the damn point.

“Mikasa’s leaving for Hizuru tomorrow with Miss Kiyomi.”

Eren’s eyes widened upon hearing this new news. And as Armin anticipated, he was in denial about it. “What do you mean? You’re lying. She wouldn’t just leave Paradis when…”

When I hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to her properly. That’s what he wanted to say. But the moment Armin removed a familiar red piece of fabric from the bag he brought along, Eren found himself at a loss for words.

“She told me to return this to you after she left,” He muttered, before he walked over, holding the red scarf close enough for the brunette to take it. “She also said she was leaving because she wanted to return back ‘home’…” He sighed, before shaking his head. “If only she could be more honest with herself…” Armin mumbled to himself—and he was sure that Eren would know that much, that Mikasa’s reason of wanting to return back ‘home’, wasn’t really the real reason.

“I know what you said to her, about her, were things that you didn’t mean… things that weren’t true. I know what you said was meant to keep us away from you, so we wouldn’t be in danger…” Armin said as Eren took the scarf from him. It really was Mikasa’s scarf, he could tell… from the almost unnoticeable stitches on it—he remembered how she’d often sew the scarf back when it’d tear during trainings and such. He remembered how he said he’d get her a new one, without considering the irreplaceable meaning behind this scarf she wore. He remembered the sad look she had after he had said it.

He felt his stomach twist. Why was she returning this scarf to him now? She had always wore it… as if it provided her with some assurance, so why did she…?

“However as for Mikasa… she’s… confused? Lost? Conflicted? You know how she is, she isn’t the best with emotions. She… still thinks what you said may be true.” Armin sighed before continuing, “So I hope tomorrow morning, you’ll be able to open her eyes, to the fact that she isn’t ‘cattle’. ”

Eren flinched when the blonde had said ‘cattle’, because he knew what he meant to say was slave—but it was the blonde’s attempt of lessening the salt being rubbed into the wound, by censoring that hurtful word he had said… well, more or less.

“…How do you know I’ll be able to stop her…?” Eren mumbled out subconsciously. Undoubtedly, he did want to stop her. He… couldn’t bare the idea of her leaving, especially when he hadn’t had the chance to speak to her. But given the fact she had given the red scarf back to Eren, he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see him, or if she’d even listen to him at this point.

Armin only scoffed, which was followed by a small smile that formed on his lips. “Because you’re Eren Jaeger… you would never let someone you care about so deeply, leave for a reason like that.”

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Road Trip part 1: I could not resist writing something on 1x12 of Legacies because it was such an adorable episode. It’s been awhile since I’ve written a Klaroline family drabble so yay. This is my first time writing the twins as teens interacting with Klaus and it was so much fun to write it. I will post the link to my ff account at the bottom if you’d like to leave a review. Thank you!

"Explain to me why you aren't coming with us again." Klaus muttered leaning against the mini van with his arms crossed.

"Like I told you last night and the night before, I can't. I have piles on top of piles of files to sort through after being away for a whole week." Caroline answered placing two luggage in the back seat.

"Love, those files aren't walking away any time soon. Surely they can wait a few days?" Klaus badgered making Caroline laugh.

"Actually no, they can't. Hey you have yourself to blame, Mr. I'm going to whisk you away on a surprise trip to Italy." She cheekily stated as Klaus's eyes rolled.

Technically she wasn't wrong. It was Klaus's fault. He sprung an impromptu getaway for just the two of them during the busiest time of the school year. But with Caroline just as eager to have alone time with him as well she didn't refuse. Now she had to suffer the repercussions of that blissful decision, but so did Klaus. Could she blame him for wanting her all to himself for awhile?

Though finally solidifying their relationship, the couple still barely had time to see each other over the past couple of years. They didn't just solidify a relationship together, but also merged their families. Hope already attending Caroline's school made it easier for Klaus to see them both, when he could, as well as see Josie and Lizzie. Klaus would stop by for the girls' special events, like when him and Hayley flew out for Hope's 18th birthday or when he stayed overnight for the twins' talent show. All appreciative gestures but, no visit felt long enough.

With the boarding school only growing more in popularity everyday and new potential students showing up at their door, Caroline and Alaric were buried in paperwork all the time. Not to mention Klaus was still ruling the kingdom of the French Quarter, and even with the help of Marcel, he still couldn't be away from the city as often as he would like.

It bruised Klaus that not only the love of his life but also, daughter lived in Mystic Falls while he still lived in New Orleans. He also formed a bond with Caroline and Alaric's twin daughters, who he started seeing as his own over the years. Klaus had been in their lives since they were kids. Even when him and Caroline were still sorting out the complexity of their relationship he was always there for her girls. The family he's always wanted, and finally had, yet so far away.

At this point, Klaus took advantage of any reason to see them, including accompanying Alaric and the girls on the annual Saltzman family road trip for Spring Break.

Certainly not an extracurricular activity one would expect from a ruthless 1000 year old hybrid yet, when Caroline invited him and Hope he was all in. However when he first agreed to the idea a month ago, he was under the assumption Caroline was joining. Instead he was now stuck with three teenage girls and only Alaric Saltzman for adult company.

Fantastic.

"I harbor absolutely no regrets with that decision. You deserved a break away from teenagers, classrooms and things that go bump in the night." Klaus said amusingly. "Besides, you enjoyed Italy. So much we barely left our hotel room all weekend."

A light blush crept up Caroline's pale cheeks as their blissful memories tangled in the soft sheets began to circulate in her mind.

Damn you Mikaelson.

Caroline cleared her throat. "I did, a lot. Thank you." She said appreciatively. "But now I have to get back to work, and Spring Break gives me the perfect opportunity to catch up on all I missed."

"Saltzmam can't take care of all the work?"

Caroline shot him an annoyed glare with a hand on one hip. "He's been taking care of the work, and I'm the headmistress Klaus."

He smirked now walking towards her. "Hmm, why does that title sound so sexy coming from you?"

She wasn't able to react as he was already in front of her and pressing his lips against hers. Caroline immediately melted into his touch as his hands hugged her tightly against his front, on her waist determinedly.

One hand quickly found home in his dark curls, threading her fingers through the softness while her other hand gripped onto his bicep. The light moan escaping her lips creating an entrance for Klaus's eager tongue into her mouth as the kiss deepened. Bodies flushed together against the van hotly.

They moaned into each other mouths, tongues caressing and hands wandering. Klaus ventured up and down her clothed spine and lightly brushed over her buttocks with a subtle squeeze. He smirked against her lips feeling her reaction to his shocking but arousing action. Her sighs of approval fueling him.

Caroline smiled in between kisses, never tiring of his lips worshipping hers. His lips so plump and soft but powerful. All their kisses and intimate moments fueled by passion and longing. One good thing to come of their long distance relationship, the anticipated reunions full of sweet kisses and hot hybrid sex.

So caught up in Klaus's distracting affection, Caroline completely forgot they were displaying all their PDA in front of the boarding school where any student or faculty member could see.

With that thought, she placed a few more kisses on his lips before pulling away much to Klaus's dismay.

"Down wolf." She teased with a final kiss then resting her hands against his chest almost laughing at his pouty face. "Hey, don't give me that. Remember this is my job and I have students living here who definitely don't want to see their headmistress making out against a car."

Klaus smirked, clearly amused. "What are they going to do, give you detention?"

Caroline nibbled on her bottom lip, regrettably pushing against his chest when he tried leaning in for another kiss.

"Alaric and the girls will be out any minute." She explained.

Klaus subtly scoffed under his breath.

She giggled. "You know you're acting like a spoiled brat right?"

"Am not." He childishly claimed.

Caroline quirked an amused brow at his bratty tone.

Klaus smiled which Caroline reciprocated. His eyes softened and he sighed circling invisible circles on her hip looking up at her. He moved them away from the van and up the stairs.

"I just..." Sighed again leaning his forehead against hers. "I miss you Caroline, I miss us. Stealing you away on a spontaneous vacation was the only option I had left. But even then, having you all to myself for a week isn't nearly enough to make up the time we've wasted, not seeing you for almost half a year."

The blonde stared up at him sympathetically when he pulled away, still holding her.

"I know we're immortal and there's no such thing as wasted time but that's how it feels, with you. I was looking forward to this trip because I knew I would finally be spending time with not only my daughters but the woman I love."

Her heart ached at his honest words.

"The long distance thing is taking its toll on me, I suppose." He shrugged. "I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty because you shouldn't at all and I understand you have responsibilities here as I do in New Orleans but-"

"I get it Klaus, really I do." Caroline interrupted with a soft smile.

He gave her the same expression, taking a relieved deep breath.

"Kinda glad you said something because I've been feeling the same for awhile."

Klaus looked at her worriedly.

Caroline wasn't necessarily surprised by Klaus's confession, she felt it as well. Long distance relationships already had a bad reputation but at the time neither suspected the longing for one another to be this intense, and painful.

She missed him too, every single day. They talked on the phone and video chatted constantly but that didn't equate to the warmth of being in each other's arms at night. But, Caroline couldn't just pack up her life in Mystic Falls and move to New Orleans. Not only because of the school but also because of the twins, and she wasn't selfish enough to ask Klaus to abandon the city he loves for her.

- Where do we go from here?

Caroline thought with no solution.

Cradling his face in her hands, the blonde made him look directly into her eyes. "I know this hasn't been easy, believe me I wish for once me and you could have something simple."

"Would we really be us if it was simple?" Klaus asked with a teasing smirk and pecking her nose sweetly

She sighed heavily. "I guess you're right but it doesn't hurt any less being apart all the time. I love you, Klaus. For the first time in a long time I'm genuinely happy and in love and secure in a relationship with the most amazing guy..."

"My ego is loving this. Continue." He teased earning a slap to the chest.

"Don't be a jerk!" She yelled.

His undead heart skipped multiple beats whenever Caroline uttered those powerful three words to him. Three months into their relationship Klaus was the first to say it as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, not expecting the baby vampire underneath him to repeat the words back . The most memorable night of his 1000 years of existence and he was still caught off guard by it. No one had ever loved him the way Caroline did, or even allowed close enough to try, and that scared as much as excited him.

The only thing better than loving Caroline Forbes was being loved by her.

"We formed this beautiful family together, unconventional and a bit twisted but a family nonetheless. The twins love you so much and I love Hope, even if they don't necessarily show they love each other." She joked with a hint of a tear resting in her eye. "I guess I'm just worried...that if we don't work this distance thing out our relationship might suffer because of it."

"Stop." Klaus softly demanded, bringing her hands down from his face and holding them in his.

"Nothing is going to happen to us, do you understand? We've been through a lot worse over the years together, unforgivable situations yet we survived and this is no different." Klaus confidently claimed.

Caroline pressed her lips together with a hesitant nod.

Klaus tucked a blonde curl behind her ear, exposing her beautiful face to his sight.

"Hey," He lifted her chin with his finger. "I did a lot of fighting to win your heart Caroline Forbes and don't plan on giving it up anytime soon. We'll figure it out like we do everything else but I don't want you stressing about it or over the possibility of us not being together because that is simply out of the question. I promised you an eternity and I intend on keeping that promise, always." Klaus reassured, caressing his thumb over her cheekbone.

At least 10 pounds lifted off Caroline's chest from Klaus's promises. Keeping her concerns and insecurities to herself physically hurt. She knew he wasn't just saying all of this because it's what she wanted to hear, he believed it too. Quite frankly this was his first stable relationship, where he was genuinely happy, in love and secure as well.

They kept falling bank into each other's lives over the past decade for a reason.

Soulmates.

Nothing was going to tear them apart, especially something as trivial as distance.

Caroline nodded again and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

He let out a deep breath. "And while we're being honest, as much as I adore our girls being trapped in a van with three nagging teenagers and a man I can barely tolerate is already giving me a migraine." Klaus added making Caroline giggle.

"I love that you refer to them as 'our girls'." She happily said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Well they are, which is insanity." He lowly chuckled. "I never expected to have one child let alone three, who are all incredibly powerful witches. But I wouldn't change any of the choices I made that led me here."

"Me either." She happily affirmed. "Though, I feel like Lizzie's constant phone calls to you In New Orleans are starting to get to Alaric."

There was no secret that the blonde twin and Klaus had a special connection. As she got older and feeling less attached with herself and overwhelmed by her powers and mental disorder, she caught herself finding solace in conversations with Klaus. He quickly became someone she trusted with everything. Lizzie was 12 years old when she experienced her first episode and even with a twin sister and two amazing parents supporting her, she never felt more alone. Klaus's surprise visit that day couldn't have come at a better time, and no one understood the fear of loneliness like Klaus.

It was refreshing for her to talk about her struggles with someone who wasn't fixated on trying to 'fix' her.

He huffed. "Is that so? What, the unbearable human upset that he's not perfect at everything?"

"Or maybe he feels a little neglected that his daughter rather confide in you about what's going on in her life than him. And get off your high horse okay, you're no stranger to feeling this specific type of jealously either." Caroline pointed out making Klaus furrow his eyebrows.

When Hope first enrolled into the school she was 8 years old and with Klaus god knows where at the time, Alaric stepped in as her father figure. Though his intentions weren't malicious, it struck a cord in Klaus for a long period of time.

Oh the irony that the same situation was now occurring with his own daughter .

"I was not jealous, simply cautious." Klaus claimed as Caroline playfully rolled her eyes. "Besides, Saltzman has no one to blame but himself for their strained relationship. Maybe if he actually listened to her things would be different between them." He said with a tense jaw.

Caroline stared at him curiously, wanting him to elaborate on his statement but the sound of Lizzie and Hope yelling at each other put her questions on pause.

The two girls too stubborn to get out of each others way, knowing both can't fit on the same step at once, pushing against each other. Josie simply walked behind them with her earphones in both ears to drown it out.

"Ugh be careful where you're swinging that Dollar Tree brand luggage." Lizzie growled at Hope as they walked down the entry stairs.

"A bag is just a bag." Hope rolled her eyes.

The young blonde scoffed in offense. “You would say that. This isn't just a bag, it's a Louis Vuitton luggage set that I bought specifically for this trip. I know you prefer shopping in the slumps but you do know how much a Louis Vuitton is worth, right?"

The other girl sarcastically smiled at the blonde. "You do realize I don't care, right?"

Lizzie shrugged with a victorious grin. "Figured as much."

"Yeah, just like it figures you would claim you bought an expensive set of bags when we all know my dad paid for it like he does everything else." Hope shot back.

"Must be one tough spill to swallow knowing your dad rather spend money and time on me than you." Lizzie retaliated, boiling Hope's blood.

"Girls enough." Klaus commanded.

Hope's forehead creased. "But dad she started it-"

"I don't care who started it, I'm ending it. Understood?"

They both weakly nodded, each giving Caroline a hug before walking down to open the trunk for their bags.

Josie followed behind but stopped in front of the couple pulling out one earphone. "Based on what you've seen already between those two, you really think a 13 hour car ride together is a good idea?"

Caroline lifted her shoulders. "Think of it as a new adventure. Besides, you've been looking forward to this Miami trip for months."

"When I thought it was going to be just the 5 of us because I knew Hope and Lizzie wouldn't get along." She whined.

Klaus softened his eyes at the brunette girl who's eyes were pleading for a way out.

Caroline briefly detached from Klaus to grab Josie's hands. "I know this might be irritating but something good could come if it too, our worse situations always do. And this trip is important to your father as well, it's family tradition."

"Our first one without you." The young girl somberly mentioned.

Caroline licked her lips nervously. "We will have plenty of trips to go on together when you return, I promise. I really wish I had the luxury to skip out on all this work to go with you, I do, but I can't this time. Apart of adulthood is taking responsibility for your choices and I have to accept the consequences for mine."

"Because going to Italy for a week with the man you love was so dreadful." Josie joked with a wide grin that her mother reciprocated.

The corners of Klaus's lips twitching up.

Caroline kissed her daughter on the head. "I love you so much and will miss you like crazy. Have fun, please, be safe and keep an eye on your sister."

"So now my vacation consists of being on Lizzie patrol to make sure she doesn't bite Hope's head off. Can't wait." The brunette said with a twisted mouth before walking past then to throw her belongings in the trunk as well.

Klaus and Caroline exchanged looks turning to face the three teenagers who were getting situated in the van. Lizzie and Hope fighting for the window seat while Josie yelled for them to shut up.

The hybrid put his arm around the amused blonde.

"This is going to be my reality for 5 whole days, isn't it love?" Klaus inquired with a heavy sigh as they observed the girls bickering.

"Pretty much." Caroline snickered. "But you'll survive, and make it back home to me with two days to spare before you have to go back."

With her arms looped around his neck again and his now around her waist, Klaus purred at the feel of her fingers playing with the curls on the back of his neck. His eyes following the suggestive way her teeth slid across her bottom lip.

Klaus hummed. "Oh love, when I return I will make sure those two days are thoroughly worth while. You will feel empty not having me inside of you." He seductively whispered in her ear, amused at her trying to suppress a moan.

Breath brushing her skin and lips ghosting over hers before she surrendered to him again.

Caroline smiled against his lips and brought him closer into her body. Fingers laced through his curls as his the tip of his tongue teased hers.

The kiss was tamed, considering their daughters were feet away, but certainly effective with a naughty promise behind it.

Someone clearing their throat snapped the two out their love trance immediately.

Klaus groaned when his eyes met Alaric's. Caroline rubbing her finger over her bottom lip and avoiding his glare to hide her evident blush.

"Cock blocking still your strong suit, I see." The hybrid teased.

"As subtlety still isn't yours." Alaric insulted back.

Touche.

Caroline felt like the awkward third party between the two most childish grown men she's ever met.

"Right once I put my stuff in we'll be on our way. We're behind schedule enough as is so I don't think we should waste anymore time." Alaric said to Caroline.

"Yeah of course. As you can see, the girls are very eager to get on the road as well." She laughed pointing at them still fighting.

"Obviously." Alaric laughed swinging a bag over his shoulder. "You ever gonna grace us with your presence in the van, your royal highness?"

Klaus chuckled. "Certainly. Just give me another moment with my queen, hmm?" The hybrid replied pulling Caroline closer and giving her a quick surprising kiss, catching her completely off guard.

The other man huffed walking towards the car.

She pressed her lips together when Klaus pulled away watching him walk off. Caroline turned to Klaus with a displeased expression on her face.

"What?" Klaus asked innocently.

"Seriously Klaus? The whole petty jealous boyfriend thing is really bringing out your A game."

Klaus laughed dramatically. "Jealous, over Saltzman? Please."

She raised an eyebrow.

He hated when she could accurately read his intentions. Took the fun out of it all.

"You know nothing has or ever will happen between me and Alaric right?" Caroline wondered and Klaus clenched his jaw looking down at her.

She did inform Klaus about how after the twins were born the human did express having brief romantic feelings towards her, but knew nothing would come of it. They went back to being co-parents and friends, which was even more apparent when her relationship with Klaus began.

Though he knew he had nothing to worry about in that department, it didn't make Klaus any less uncomfortable or homicidal when in his presence or seeing him near Caroline.

He sighed. "Yes, I know. I trust you. I'm not jealous of that basic mortal in anyway however, that doesn't keep me from wanting to rip out his tongue through his arse whenever I see him." Klaus beamed earning a disapproving scowl from Caroline.

"Well can you put that to the side for this week then hash it out when you get back?" Caroline suggested.

"Sweetheart you do realize there's a strong possibility we might all kill each other." He reminded.

"Optimism is sexy on you." She joked.

His gaze lowered. "I'm serious Caroline."

She sighed. "Look, you two are going to need to get over yourselves and get along, genuinely get along for the sake of me and the girls if nothing else. This feud between you two has been going on for years and I don't know where it comes from but it's childish and unnecessary. You're acting worse than the teenagers."

"But-"

Caroline put her index finger up. "This is suppose to be a family bonding experience, so bond with your family. Both of you. Don't turn this trip into proving who's the greater alpha male."

"I don't need to prove anything love, I am the alpha male." Klaus claimed with a teasing smirk.

The blonde couldn't help the big smile stretching her face, soon leaning in for a tight hug. He held onto her in the embrace, inhaling her scent and buried his face in her curls with closed lids. Klaus made it seem he was going off to war and wouldn't see her again for months. In a way that's exactly how it felt.

Alaric honked the car horn repeatedly yelling out Klaus's name to get in the van.

His animalistic growl didn't go unnoticed by Caroline.

"He's dead." Klaus threatened exposing his golden yellow vampire eyes.

"Be nice." She demanded before stepping on her tippy toes for a passionate kiss. Klaus's murderous thoughts out the window the moment her lips melted against his. His features returning to normal as he allowed himself to relax in her touch and taste.

Caroline allowed his tongue to lick inside her mouth briefly before pulling away with a smile. "I love you. I miss you already."

"These five days will fly by. I'll be back before you know it." Klaus smiled into another deep kiss, wanting this one to last. They won't see each other for five days and he'll be boxed in a van with Alaric for 13 hours while forcing his murderous tendencies to the back of his head.

What could go wrong?

He detached his lips from hers with a last kiss to the forehead, whispering an 'I love you' against her skin before finally detangling his body from hers.

Their fingertips lingered as they separated.

"If anything happens or you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call me." Klaus assured making his way to the vehicle.

"Thanks oh mighty King but I'm capable of taking care of myself." Caroline assured.

Klaus shrugged. "Thought you might say that so, I took the liberty of ordering a few of my hybrids to watch over you and the school anyways till our return." He casually informed knowing she wouldn't necessarily be happy about having a babysitter.

- Seriously!

"Seriously!"

"I'll call you if we get there." Klaus winked stepping into passenger seat and closing the car door.

Caroline shook her head smiling as she watched her family drive off.

Don’t worry there will be a part 2! FF.net link is here! Reviews are appreciated!

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6.

“This isn’t working out.” Katniss snapped, tossing away the diary she had been skimming through. It hit the table with a soft thud and a cloud of dust.

Haymitch glared at her, like he had glared at her every time she had mistreated one of his precious books so far, but she ignored him. She bolted on her feet and started pacing, too anxious to stay still any longer. At least her shoulder had stopped throbbing sometimes in the early hours of the morning and she could use it again now…

It was probably a good thing the library was so big, it gave her room to walk around and burn some energy. It occupied a whole section of the house, it stretched on two floors and had the tallest rows of bookshelves she had ever seen in her life, all full of obscures tomes and magic volumes. A whole section of it was dedicated to all the journals of previous Watchers – and there were a lot of those journals – and all those dating from the last century or so were currently piled on the huge round table that was at the centre of the ground floor.

The drawing Peeta had finished in a rush, a perfect likeness to the woman they had met in the woods, laid on the table as a reference. But the fact was that they were looking for a needle in a haystack. There were drawings and prints in some of the journals but not of every vampire that had crossed path with the Slayers.

It was now ten in the morning, they had spent half the night bent over those books and she was nowhere closer to figuring out who the vampire was, how to take her out or where her sister was.

And she was sick and tired or reading about dead girls. Those journals were nothing else but paper tombs and one day she would get one of her own.

Which was probably why Haymitch had grabbed the most recent ones. He was strangely reluctant to share anything about his previous charges and since she didn’t want to get a headache trying to decipher his handwriting she hadn’t protested. She had noticed he had spent a lot of time on one particular diary though. Maysilee Donner, the label on the spine said. The dates put her back to around twenty years earlier so she figured she had been one of his first Slayers. For all she knew, he was feeling nostalgic.

The fact remained they were getting nowhere.

“Maybe you should try to get some rest.” Peeta suggested, rubbing his eyes. “If you have to fight tonight…”

“Maybe you should go home.” she retorted. She wasn’t sure why Peeta was still there at all. Haymitch had been hammering the fact that nobody could find out about her inside her head from the start and she was still waiting for him to shout at her about breaking the rules. Instead, he had accepted Peeta’s offer for help without as much as a blink.

“You’ve been here all night.” Haymitch cut in, without the hostility that dripped from her own voice. “You should call your folks, at least.”

“They won’t notice I’m gone.” He opened another journal with renewed determination. “Nobody would miss me if I disappeared.”

Haymitch stared at him a little strangely but then they both went back to reading as if it was really the answer to anything.

“This isn’t working.” Katniss snarled again, snatching the crumpled note the vampires had tossed through the window. It was bloodstained. Was it Prim’s? Was she hurt? Was she… Haymitch insisted they would keep her alive but he might very well be lying to keep her calm. “What’s even the Hanging Tree?” she scoffed. “She writes that like I should know what it is…”

Haymitch let out a long suffering sigh and, when he spoke, he sounded strangely reluctant. “It’s the only tree in the meadow between The Capitol and the woods.”

“You mean the lightning tree?” Peeta frowned, looking up from his diary.

She stopped pacing in disbelief. “What? The old burned stump?”

The tree had been struck by lightning decades ago. For as long as she could remember, people had been talking about removing it but, somehow, it never got done.

“It wasn’t lightning.” Haymitch explained. After a second, he fished the flask out of his pocket and took a swing. Katniss gritted her teeth and she would have slapped it right out of his hand if he hadn’t put it away after a single mouthful. His voice was steadier but there was a strange note in it. For a moment, she wondered if it was fear. “It was magic.”

“Magic is real?” Peeta gaped.

“Really, boy?” her mentor snorted. “Vampires and Slayer don’t throw you but magic does?”

“Hey, I waited for my Hogwarts letter like everybody else.” Peeta joked and then tossed a guilty glance at Katniss. “Sorry. Not a good time for jokes. The tree. Why is it important?”

“It’s not the tree. It’s what is under the tree.” Haymitch mumbled. He looked exhausted all of a sudden. His shoulders slouched as if he was bearing the weight of his forty years and Katniss might have felt a little more sorry for him if her sister hadn’t been kidnapped by vampires. He passed a hand over his face, let it linger in front of his mouth for a second and then dropped it on the wooden table. “The tree is on top of a Hellmouth.”

“A Hellmouth.” Katniss repeated flatly.

“The name’s pretty self-explanatory, really.” her Watcher winced. “It’s a supernatural hot spot. Attracts all kind of nasty things… It’s a place where barriers between dimensions are thin. To put it more simply… It’s…”

“A hole to hell.” she finished.

“If you open it.” he temporized. “But it’s not open now and nobody’s opening it. That would take rituals, time and more juice than one vampire alone can have.” He stared at the journal in his hand and then shook his head. “Like I said… It attracts evil. And it’s in the middle of a flat land where she will see you coming.”

“She probably just wants to brag about having killed the Slayer on top of the hole to hell.” she scowled.

“She ain’t gonna kill you, Katniss.” he spat. “You ain’t dying today.”

“Changed your tune quickly.” she sneered. “Yesterday you were all about reminding me that I was five seconds away from biting the dust.” She crumpled the note in her fist and tossed it back on the table. “We need to do something.”

“How about finding them now?” Peeta suggested. “I mean… They can’t go out during the day, right? So they must be hiding somewhere…”

“And where do you want us to look?” she snapped. “You want us to walk around at random until we find them? Vampires don’t really sleep in coffins, Peeta.”

Haymitch slammed his hand on the table, the sudden noise was enough to make them both jump.

“Stop fighting.” he growled. “You’re giving me a headache.” He was studying Peeta with curiosity though. “The boy’s idea ain’t bad, sweetheart… If we could find them… It would still be a long shot. You dusted a few of her minions but we know she at least still has that kid with her…”

“Cato.” Katniss reminded him. “And he’s going to be a problem too. He’s a more experienced fighter than I am.”

“I can take care of Cato.” Peeta said. “I’m used to fighting with him at practice.”

“You’re not coming.” she declared and then tossed her hands in the air in frustration. “And we’ve got no place to go anyway. We don’t know where they are.”

“If she’s as old and powerful as you say… She’s probably an arrogant one too. They always are…” Haymitch muttered thoughtfully. He seemed to have come to a decision and hauled himself to his feet. “Okay. New plan. Boy, you keep on trying to figure out who the vampire is. Girl, grab some weapons, we’re taking a field trip.”

“A field trip.” she spat.

“Yeah.” he confirmed, checking that his hunting knife was at the small of his back. “I’m gonna teach you how to beat up informants.”

A little bit of violence actually didn’t sound that bad at that second so she followed him out the door.

And, surprise of surprises, it turned out he could actually drive a bike.

°O°O°O°O°O°

Haymitch pushed the bike harder than he had in a long time, harder than was probably wise given that he had only had a couple of mouthfuls of liquor in the last twenty-four hours and that he could already feel the telltale signs of withdrawals. He didn’t like riding with a passenger either, they usually were an hindrance and Katniss was no exception. She clung to his waist but didn’t have the experience needed to move with him when he took sharp turns or tried to move his body along with the bike to gain speed.

The fact that he was maneuvering in narrow alleys wasn’t helping either.

Eventually, he stopped the bike in front of a nondescript door and Katniss hopped down and immediately scowled when she spotted the decrepit sign hanging next to the door by only one hinge.

“Ripper’s Bar?” She was already getting angry. “We have better things to do than getting you a fix, Haymitch!”

He rolled his eyes, trying to keep a lid on his own temper because hers was grating on his nerves. He grabbed the cutlass he had stashed in the side saddle and clenched and unclenched his fist around the hilt a few times. His grip wasn’t as steady as he would have liked.

“It’s a demon bar.” he grumbled. “Keep your bow ready, be your usual charming self and let me do the talking.” Katniss’s scowl only deepened and he snorted. “Yeah, just like that. Anyone ever told you you’ve got as much charm as a dead slug?” And with that parting shot, he headed to the door, only pausing long enough to survey the dark alley one last time. It didn’t look so frightening in plain day but it didn’t mean nobody was lurking in the shadows. “Anyone so much as touches that bike and that’s the last thing they’re ever gonna do.”

Something receded in the shadows. Wise choice. He might still have got some intimidation left in him after all.

A little bell jingled when he pushed the door open and, in the very real cliché of every cowboy movie that ever existed, a hush fell on the bar. Next to him, he heard Katniss suck in a breath when she took in the collection of patrons. Demons, a couple of vampires, one or two regular humans…

“Well, ain’t you a jolly bunch.” he mocked, loud enough to be heard in the whole bar.

“So the rumors are true. Abernathy’s back in town.” the old woman behind the bar spat out with venom. To be fair, he hadn’t expected Ripper to be happy to see him again. He was pretty sure he had left a huge tab the last time he had skipped town.

She could have passed for a human if she had tried but the little bumps on her forehead betrayed her half-bred origins.

She reached for something under the counter and, before he could react, Katniss had let loose an arrow. It had been a warning shot. The mirror behind the bar, the one quite a few people in there didn’t reflect into, shattered.

“Easy, sweetheart…” he chuckled. “She only got the one arm now… Would be a shame to take off the only one left, yeah?” He glanced around, most of the demons in there were inoffensive and were working hard on looking as harmless as possible. The vampires though, they would try to bolt before long. “Slayer’s a little cranky so it’s probably best if everyone sits tight. Best to avoid misunderstandings.”

He grabbed one of the stools and slammed his cutlass on the counter, glaring at the old woman. “How about you give me a whiskey. With some information.”

Katniss remained standing next to him, watching the group of vampires with attention. Either she had noticed how nervous they looked or she had identified the biggest threat in the room.

“The last Slayer you brought here cut my arm off.” Ripper growled.

“You sold her bad intel.” Haymitch shrugged. “Just be happy she didn’t take off your head.” He nodded at Katniss. “Should warn you this one ain’t half as nice as Donner was. She’s hitching to kill you, I can tell. Ain’t you, sweetheart?”

Katniss didn’t answer but she drummed her fingers on her bow a little impatiently. There wasn’t a demon in that bar who wasn’t staring at those drumming fingers.

“Your mother was decent.” Ripper hissed. “Doing business with her was…”

“You leave my mother where she is.” he cut her off, ignoring Katniss’ curious look. “I’m still waiting for that whiskey. The fine stuff, please.”

He played with the cutlass the whole time it took her to pour him a glass and slide it on the counter. He took an unhurried sip, pretending he couldn’t tell his Slayer’s temper was close to blowing out. She was fed up with his antics, he could feel it, but he was playing a long game here. Ripper’s was a good place to find information and beating everyone up every time was less effective than making it worth the old woman’s time.

Ripper had never been a very patient woman anyway.

“What do you want?” the half-demon asked after only a handful of seconds, eyeing Katniss with open distrust. “You know I don’t sell out my customers. Bad for business.”

She had sold out her customers plenty of times before but never in front of an audience. She hadn’t stayed alive that long by being stupid.

He finished his whiskey in a long mouthful, the familiar sense of calm falling over him when the alcohol settled in his stomach.

“We’re looking for a vamp.” he told her. “Blond. Pretty. Sniffing around the Hellmouth…”

There was some shuffling over the vampires corner. Katniss’ bow turned in that direction.

Ripper had noticed too, she was watching them, disgust and anger battling on her face, probably because she knew what would follow. “She’s never been in here but I’ve heard stuff, yeah. No chance you can take it outside? It’s just… I’ve just had the interior redone.”

“You haven’t bought anything new in this bar in thirty years.” he mocked.

“Half a life for you, a blink for me.” the woman deadpanned.

And then, predictably, the vampires bolted.

He didn’t bother standing up. He had seen Katniss shoot before, after all.

Three arrows found hearts easily and dust rose, hiding her from view for a moment. When it settled down, she had the fourth vampire pinned down on the floor, a hand around his throat. And she was scorning at him.

“Where’s my sister?” she hissed.

The vampire’s eyes almost bulged out of his skull, Haymitch noted with some amusement, gesturing at Ripper to pour him another drink.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” the vampire shouted in a panic. Katniss pulled a stake out and Haymitch almost smirked at how frightened the vampire looked. He glanced around the bar, pleased to notice most of the demons looked nervous and scared. That was good. Good publicity. The demonic population of the Seam would be less inclined to try to add a Slayer to their trophy collection if they were afraid of her. The vampire meanwhile tried to struggle free. “I know the blond chick! I know the blond chick! She’s been recruiting! She wants to get the town under control or something!”

“Don’t they always.” Haymitch sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Ripper who had always been pretty neutral when it came down to good versus evil. It had taken him a long time to learn not all demons wanted to unleash the fires of hell on Earth. Some were half-human, some were harmless, some just wanted to survive or live normal lives…

“Where is she?” Katniss snarled.

“She… She is holing up at the old cabin in the woods! The one not too far from the lake!” the vampire spilled. “She’s trying to keep a low profile until the others get here! She’s just scouting! Making sure they can take over the town!”

“What others?” Haymitch frowned. Others didn’t sound good.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” the vampire claimed when Katniss pressed the stake a little harder over his heart. “She never calls them by name! She keeps saying when they’re here the town will be ours! That’s all!”

“Does she have a name?” Katniss hissed.

“Cashmere.” the vampire said immediately. “She goes by Cashmere. That’s all I know. Now, you’re gonna let me go, right?”

“Sorry.” Katniss answered and then there was nothing but another cloud of dust. She wiped her hands on her pants and picked up her bow before standing up. “Cashmere. Does that ring any bell?”

Haymitch took a minute to think but eventually had to admit defeat. “I don’t know. Ripper, anything to add?”

The old woman pursed her lips in displeasure but shrugged. “Heard she wants to open the Hellmouth.”

“Of course she does.” he sighed, sliding off the stool and on his feet. “Put the whiskey on my tab.”

“The one you never pay when you skip town?” Ripper deadpanned.

“Hey, we didn’t destroy your bar, this time.” he pointed out. “Cut me some slack.”

He nudged Katniss toward the door but she was staring at a group of demons huddled around one of the tables. They were watching her like she was the devil incarnate. To them, she probably was. Slayers were legends in the demonic world. The monster’s very own bogeyman.

“What about them?” she asked.

“Pretty much harmless.” he commented, loud enough to be overheard. “As long as they don’t start killing people, I say we leave them be.”

“We don’t want any trouble!” one of them said quickly. A woman that would have looked perfectly human if her skin hadn’t been a deep green.

Katniss didn’t look convinced but she shrugged. “Fine. Let’s go find, Prim.”

He followed her outside and waited until the door to the bar had swung shut before informing her they weren’t going to rush to a cabin in the woods without any sort of preparation.

“You can bitch all you want. I want a solid plan first.” he cut her off mid-rant. He knew she wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy either. “There’s plenty of daylight left. We go back home, we stock up on weapons and we stop to think for more than a fucking minute.”

“I’m not spending another hour looking at those books.” she hissed.

“We go home, we grab weapons, we figure out some sort of strategy and then we go get your sister.” he promised. “We play it smart, kid.”

As it turned out, it was asking her a lot.

By the time he stopped the bike in front of his house, he could practically feel the restlessness coming out of her in waves. She was like an animal on the hunt. She wouldn’t sit down, she wouldn’t drink or eat anything, she wouldn’t even stop gathering the weapons she wanted to bring while he summed up what they had found for the boy who had still been slaving over the journals when they had showed up.

“Here’s the plan.” Katniss declared, cutting Haymitch off in the middle of his explanations. “I kick the door down and I kill as many as I can while you get Prim as far away from the literal hell hole as you can take her.”

Haymitch flashed his best sarcastic smile. “And that’s why nobody let’s you make the plans, sweetheart. That Cashmere ain’t your regular vamp, you said. She’ll be on you before you can say Slayer.”

Not that she was listening to him.

“We’re going to need to borrow your car.” she told Peeta, shouldering on her quiver and her bow before turning to Haymitch. “Go grab as many of your bottles of liquor as you can find. It shouldn’t be that difficult.”

Haymitch lifted his eyebrows. “Not that I don’t share the sentiment but it ain’t the best time to start drinking, sweetheart…”

“I don’t want to drink it.” she snapped. “Once you take Prim out, we’re going to burn that cabin down to the ground. And the woods with it if I have to.” She studied Peeta for a second. “You still want to help?”

“Yes.” the boy answered immediately.

“Do you think you can handle throwing a few Molotov cocktails?” she insisted.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Haymitch protested, knocking on the table to get her attention. “We ain’t taking the boy with us. Innocents get hurt in the crossfire. Research is fine if he wants to help but that’s as far as I’m letting it go.”

Her gaze almost glided over him. She wasn’t even listening. She was standing a little straighter, her chin that little bit higher, her shoulders square…

Gone was the girl he had met two weeks earlier.

In her place stood a Slayer.            

The Slayer.

And, shit, if it didn’t terrified him senseless.

She was going to die. They always died.

And she was still wearing that fucking pin on her chest…  

“It’s alright, Mr Abernathy.” Peeta said firmly. “I want to help.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed.” he snarled, standing up so brutally his chair clattered to the floor. “Humans aren’t equipped to fight vampires.”

“You’re human.” Katniss pointed out.

“I’m a Watcher.” he countered.

“Then watch.” she spat. “You get Prim out and then you make sure Peeta doesn’t get hurt.”

“I’ll get your sister out, then the boy can drive her away. I’ll handle the cocktails.” he argued.

They glared at each other up until she averted her eyes with a scorn. “Your hands are shaking, you won’t be able to aim. You’re more useful protecting Prim. Peeta will be outside in the sun where no vampire can grab him. He’s coming because I need him. You wanted a plan, I’ve given you one. So are you with me or not?”

It wasn’t a bad plan.

It wasn’t a bad plan but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t…

“I’m your Watcher, sweetheart.” he whispered. “That ain’t ever gonna be a question.”

Katniss nodded at him and then licked her lips. “Then we have a plan.”

“Well, then…” Peeta grinned, standing up. “Avengers assemble.”

Young people had a way of making him feel old but he was glad Katniss looked as puzzled as he was.

#haymitch abernathy #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg fanfiction #thg #thg buffy au #katniss the vampire slayer series

[doctor-mycroft-fox]

And here am I again, complaining and being a crybaby on this website again. I can’t post on Twitter, too many people might see it, and I’ve already lost some friends about of that dumb story I keep talking about. 

The truth is I don’t know what to do? I don’t know what to say, everything is so shitty, and everything is a mess at the moment. I’m not that depressed during the day, mostly because I keep myself quite busy, I don’t have much time to think, and there’s always some friends from uni around to talk etc so I don’t really think but I’m not really there, I feel like I’m just numb to everything. When evening arrives, and I have to come home, I just want to run away, I don’t want to be in this house anymore, the people here, I just feel paranoid, I just feel like everybody hates me there (except for my Russian flatmate, she’s my Belgium Mum here). And they all make so much noise all the time, I’m so tired. 

The more I go to uni, the more I feel like I’ll fail, but it’s the only thing I have to go, so I do it, I go. Moreover I’m engaged in two team work so I can’t give them up. But seriously, this semester is so hardcore, I don’t even know how I’m gonna pass my exam, I’ll probably fail most of them, but well, at least I know it. The worst part is going to uni, feeling bad about not being able to cope with all the courses and the works, and seeing your friends managing to do it all and even more sometimes, and like... you’re there, and you can’t really complain because we’re all in the same shit and I’m tired of being the one who always complains. I complain because I just suck, that’s the truth. I suck at uni and I know it, but I still have a slight hope that I might maybe, with a miracle, manage to pass my exams ? I don’t even know. 

I finally live in Brussels, a city I’ve always wanted to live in, and I’m not even happy, I can’t even enjoy the city because I have too much work to do. 

I have this one friend, maybe the only one I can call a friend in Brussels, from uni, she’s really cool and protective about me sometimes it feels good to have someone like that, even more in times like this. But I feel guilty for the time she gives me, and the fact that she feels like she has to confort me or whatever.She has other important things to do like work for uni, and take care of her family and close friends, who am I to her but someone who passes in her life?  On the other hand, she’s the only one I feel confortable enough to talk about that dumb Russian asshole. She’s the only one that won’t judge me or else. 

I feel lonely even tho I know I have friends, but, most of my close friends I know I can’t talk to them about everything. The only friend I could talk about really everything and anything, well, just left my life. 

He truly has a toxic person in my life that I needed to get rid of. And I did, it’s a good thing. What I hate is how it happened. Long story short, we spend the entire month of October arguing about how he treated me poorly, and how he didn’t care about me at all, and I told him I wanted him out of my life, and he couldn’t even say (at least sober) why he wanted to keep me in his life as a close friend. He couldn’t tell me how much he cared about me, he couldn’t tell me that he loved him, he couldn’t do this, and admitted that I was the only one he couldn’t actually say it to, and he didn’t even know why. The more I think about, the more I feel like he did all of this just to make me suffer even more. I’m almost convinced he did that with the purpose to torture me even more. Anyway, he just kept on feeding me hope during the entire month, asking me (begging) me to give me a last chance, again and again (because he kept on fucking up his chances every time) until he finally asked me for a break. A break that I didn’t want, I know him, he’s a dumb asshole, and a break would just please him, he’d have the feeling he’d won the battle, and would forget all about what I told him, and blamed him, I just feel good again, while I’ll just keep on feeling more and more shit because of him. And that’s what happened, he just left me like that, with no guarantee, nothing. God I hate him for doing that to me. And he does that on purpose, he knows how it drives me crazy. I truly think he likes to know that I’m suffering. Or worst, he doesn’t care at all about me. That’s probably the best hypothesis. 

I mean, how could he left me like that ? Like he really did care that little about him to let me go like that ? Not even with a last fight. Oh and I didn’t talk about his dumb tweets during his break “I know you’re mad at me but I love you - (I’m sober if that matters)”. He deleted these tweets right after I liked them. Like yeah, I love you but not too much eh, and I just post that here so you just suffer even more. He keeps on feeding me with hopes and let me suffer. Why can’t he just say goodbye and truly let me go ? Why does he have to do that to me ? What have I done to him to deserve that ? I just want him to let me go once and for all. Last week, I was tired of waiting for him, and just sent him a message to say that if he didn’t do something by the end of the week, guess what ? He first replied to me to kind of insult me because I didn’t reply to his phone calls, then tried to make me feel like the bad person who doesn’t hold on her promesses. The irony, when he’s actually the one who’s been lying to me for more than a year now. I eventually told me that he would do what “he planned to do” on the Friday afternoon. And guess what ? He did nothing. He once again gave me hope for nothing, just to gloat over my pain I guess ? To give me again a bit of hope so I’d think about that all weekend long for nothing. I really hoped until midnight. I sent him a message at 00.30am to ask him if it was finally over and complain that he couldn’t even have the guts to say goodbye and to undertake the fact that his only plan was to just gave up on me (maybe because he realised that I was right when I told him that he’d be better off without me) and no answer since then. Oh and also, he putted on some social media a new username like thisisnotover, omg stop him I want to stab him a thousand times (at least if I do that his father would find me back and kill him, all advantages to me since I am too much of a coward to kill myself), he continues to be that dumb ass shit and feeding me hopes just to see me suffering. At what moment, when you want to keep someone in your life (and you keep saying so), you just can time the deadline this person gives you ? Show that you want to get better for that person and do things on time FFS. He stopped his break this week (yeah I checked his Twitter account even tho I know I shouldn’t and I try to do it as less as possible) but didn’t send me anything. Just reply, just say goodbye for fuck’s sake. 

I just spend my day numb, not even able to think properly, wandering at the university, I don’t even know how I found the force to work, I just act like a robot when I’m there. And my nights, it’s just me crying to sleep every time, I don’t even know why I cry ? I wanted him out of my life. But I guess it’s just the way it happens that drives me crazy. And the fact that I cared so much about someone that never gave a shit about me. I did so much for him, even when I think about it now I just feel bad for myself for doing so much for him while he’s not able to do just a little for me... anyway. 

I’ll just be the typical emo girl that will finish all that with a quote from a BMTH song. Never been much of a fan of this band, but True Friends really stick well to my current mood and his behaviour. 

I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you Cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you Don't you know, don't you know True friends stab you in the front? It's funny how things work out Such a bitter irony Like a kick right to the teeth It fell apart right from the start But I couldn't even see the forest for the trees (I'm afraid you asked for this) You've got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine You made your bed when you worried about mine This ends now I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you Cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you Don't you know, don't you know True friends stab you in the front? I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you You broke my heart & there's nothing you can do And now you know, now you know True friends stab you in the front It's kind of sad cause what we had Well it could have been something I guess it wasn't meant to be (So how dare you) Try and steal my flame Just cause yours faded Well hate is gasoline A fire fuelling all my dreams (I'm afraid you asked for this) You've got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine You made your bed when you worried about mine This ends now I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you Cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you Don't you know, don't you know True friends stab you in the front? I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you You broke my heart & there's nothing you can do And now you know, now you know True friends stab you in the front You can run, but you can't hide Time won't help you Cause karma has no deadline You can run, but you can't hide Time won't help you Cause karma has no deadline

I don’t even know if someone will read this shit, but I’ll probably delete it in few days when I’ll regret writing this. 

#Personal stuff #More like personal shit tho

[asociallyawkwardteen]

Scared || Yang Jeongin (I.N) FF || Pt. 3

Pt.1  Pt.2 | >Pt.3< | Pt.4 (soon)

Pairing: Reader x Jeongin (I.N)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Mention of Social Anxiety, Social Isolation and Depression, so please if you get easily triggered by the mentioned things stop reading here.

Disclaimer: English is not my first Language so please don’t mind my bad  grammar ^^’

Time passed and people say time heals everything, well it didn’t, if anything it just got worse.

You Isolated yourself completely, you were rude to your parents to avoid needing to talk to them, trying to make then think it was just puberty and stuff. The least thing you wanted was them worrying about someone like you, yeah sure you are their daughter but still, you already were such a huge disappointment to them and knowing that they would have to pay for a damn psychiatrist adding on top to the money they already had to spend on you, no you you couldn’t do that it would only break you more, way more.

Well but you couldn’t stay in all day either, since your parents would find out very easily. So you just got up put on some makeup and left with a cold ‘bye’ or ‘I’m at ...’s’ just inserting a name that they might have picked up once or twice when you talked about school, and with that you were out. Making your way through the small corridor, speeding up as soon as you heard any kind of noise that could come from another human being, soon you reached the small window that lead to the fire escape staircase thingy which was attached to the wall of your building, you quickly stepped out on it stepped up a few steps and eventually sitting down on one of the just passed ones.

Earphones practically glued into your ears, blasting music into your ears on a volume that most people wouldn’t like, but you actually loved it, it was the only thing that could shut up you thoughts for a few moments.

You had your gaze either wandering around the endless horizon filled with other building which seemed to get taller day by day, or looking down at the busy streets filled with people which all have a purpose in life, unlike you, you just lived on, just existing without any reason for it.

You watched t streets below and as every time you thoughts drifted off in a not so pretty part of you mind.

‘ I could just jump now... everything would end and it would just be over.. all of this crap would be over, all of the failed things were finally over and I only have to jump to do that. ’

You sighed

‘ but it’s so selfish, well I cut everyone of already so it shouldn’t be that hard right? ’

‘ But I can’t do this, I can’t put my parents through that judgment, people will judge them so hard for a daughter that committed suicide, people will talk so much shit about them without even knowing what actually happened ’

“Fuck” you muttered wiping a tear from you cheek.

‘ Do you really have to cry again you fucking weird piece of shit?!? ’

You sat there silently crying and eventually calming down a bit later.

Once it got dark you made you way back in, unlocking the door to your apartment, rushing into your room not even caring if someone was home or not. You locked yourself into you room and just sat on you bed.

At some point you let yourself fall back onto the bed, you pulled your phone out of your pocket turning of the music and unplugging your headphones.

You opened you Instagram and started to scroll through your feed. Until you came across a specific post.

@ yjin: so glad that I have these dorks in my life now~~🤗

@ HAN.js: @ LkNoW yah! why are you blocking my face with your ugly ass hands?😣

@ LkNoW: @ HAN.js it’s not my fault that you are hella short!!😇

@ HAN.js: @ LkNoW I swear to god imma come over to you room and rip you ugly head of you shoulders!!😤

@ LkNoW: @ HAN.js then do so~🤗

@ Woojinnie: @ HAN.js don’t you dare to step a foot in that room, you guys should already be asleep by now!❗

@ hyun_jin: asleep my ass! only because we have the maknae in your room doesn’t mean that we have to sleep early!!🤔

@ b.chan: well it should be like that tho! we have to get up early tomorrow so you better fall asleep yourself, before I make you!😒

@ Felixu: uhh chan eomma is getting mad guys🤐

-and with that their conversation was over-

You looked at your phone for a few minutes.

‘ Well I know it he has fun, gosh Jonginnie grew up so much, bt who were those other guys? ’

You checked out their individual profiles

‘ oh yeah right he finally moved to the dorm. I’m so happy for him..’

You looked at his post again, not sure if you should comment anything or not. You really wanted to tell him that you were proud and very happy for him but on the other side you didn’t reply to his texts and calls throughout the whole last month thinking it was the best for him.

You let you phone drop on you bed and rolled on you back, blankly staring at the ceiling.

‘ I’m so dump, so so so fucking dump, I shut out every single person that shows interest in me, and I still expect them to keep doing that, Why would they like for real why would someone keep showing interest if you shut them out, your so stupid y/n ’

‘ well it’s to late now, I already was a complete asshole, I can’t get out of that now, nobody would want me anymore, well they obviously don’t and it’s all my fault ’

‘ but it’s better that way, every one has a great life, even Jeongin is finally getting closer to his goal of becoming an Idol. gosh, I was holding him back all those years wasn’t ? ’

Your eyes started to tear up again. you rolled over pressing your head into the sheets hoping it would muffle the sound of you sobbing.

-3rd person POV-

The girl silently kept crying for a few more hours until she finally fell asleep. She loved sleeping, it was the only time her busy head stopped working for a few hours letting her rest. She usually stays up until at least 3 am and then sleeps ‘till the afternoon, people say she is lazy and all but there were some very good reasons for her sleeping pattern.

If she sleep long it minimizes the time she would have to spent on that stairs, it minimizes the time she feels guilty for not doing anything, for not being like the others, for not having any friends, it just benefited her in many ways so why should she wake up, why should she wake up and wander through a day full of self destroying thoughts which most of the time ended in actions, she tried to not cut so much but that only leaded into her hitting her own head several times until she felt dizzy.

-Your POV-

Eventually got through you summer break, definitely not ready to start another school year.

You kept looking at Jeongin’s Social medias and found out that he now was in Seoul now. So it maybe was good that you shut him out, I mean it probably was way easier that a sad goodbye. He probably lived on and was able to leave Busan and you without even  thinking to much about it right?

Hopefully.

You kept your old behavior in school not mean just silent and cold, building up the walls around your real self even higher and thicker. And you liked it that way, well you were kinda lonely even tho you always set with some other people out of your call they were just necessary to not look like a complete loser.

The only person you really missed was Jeongin, admitting that he was maybe more than just a brother to you.

Half of the school year passed and it was about to decide where your calls trip you go to. You didn’t pay attention at all, resting your head on your arms one earplug in to block out that hyper active kid on the table next to you.

“ how about a trip overseas? ” a girl which looked like a typical mainstream b*itch suggested.

“ did your tight clothes stop your blood from getting into your head? ” you mumbled maybe a little to loud, which you only realized by the ‘oooh’ sound some people around you made.

You looked at them emotionless.

“ what did you just say?! ” the girl snapped at you

You gaze drifted over and met her’s “ I said, what everyone in this room was thinking, do you really think we would have money for a trip overseas, sorry to crash you view on this world but not everyone gets money shoved up their asses like you and your “friends“, and besides that wherever  we would get you would only complain about everything anyways so why bother going overseas when you can do this here as well? ”

She gasped loudly and very over dramatic, and you were kind of taken aback by your sudden attitude as well not letting it show tho.

The rest of your class was laughing and even you teacher had a little smirk on her face.

The girl didn’t really know what to say anymore so she just glared at you, you looked at her cold.

“ what? you think I would apologize only because you glare at me, sorry but that enormous amount of mascara an eyeshadow don’t scare me at all ”

“ woa y/n chill ” a boy a few rows in front you said chuckling

“ I’m chill I just can’t stand her stupidity any longer ” you sighed turning up the volume of you music and resting your head on you arm again.

“ Well since y/n is very talk-active today why doesn’t she suggest something? ”

Your eyes grew wide, ‘ wow wow wow stop this is getting to much right now, I never agreed of speaking in front of every one, fuck fuck fuck what do I do now?? PANIC! ’

You started to sweat and your cheeks got red right after.

“ I... I don’t care where we are going as longs as we have some free time there. y...you know  to do whatever we want... ” You tried to calm down again.

You were a mess, just sitting there breathing heavily, sweating, glowing red and shaking on you whole body. You clenched you fists.

‘ get your shit together you dumbass!! people will start to notice it!! ’

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

*Ping*

You got a message, wait WHAT??

Your eyes widened, you stared the table beneath you. You slowly pulled out you phone and looked at the pop-up widow on your Lockscreen.

Jeonginnie🌞👦:

Hey, well you ignored all my texts and calls and I didn’t know what to do so.. I gave you time, but I just can’t go on pretending that you just need time, I just get the feeling that you don’t want me in your life anymore,I guess you are just busy with your friends and I have to be okay with that, I’m sorry and take care~

While you read the text you felt your eyes tear up, you tried to hold them in, as well as you upcoming breakdown, you just con’t break down, note here and now. You slowly looked up again, meeting the gaze of several classmates, some looked worried, others looked like you were a complete freak and others didn’t even care.

“ Mrs. Park? Can.. can we maybe go to Seoul for our trip? ” you spoke with a thin, shaky voice fighting against the storm inside of you.

“ That is a good idea y/n, wee can do that if your classmates agree ” she looked through the class and already heard some mumble about what they would do in Seoul

“ Alright, Seoul it is! ”  

As soon as you heard the bell you left storming out of the building, rushing home as fast as you could yet you didn’t go home. You ran up the stairs, as soon as possible you climbed out of the window, onto the same old staircase once again.

You went up a few stairs again, settling down on one that didn’t seem as rusty as the others and finally your wall broke down, you started to cry, heavily yet not really loud, at least silent enough to not be heard.

You just sat there crying your soul out, one word constantly circling in your mind.

“weak”

 ~ ~ ~

Well I guess part 3 is done with that, the next pt. is going to be something a bit different and not as “depressing” I guess.

Also this ff is kind of taking a turn which I didn’t plan at all but I hope I won’t end up making this shitty, also I don’t really know if its going to be a good end or a bad end, I probably will make two tho since I wanna give you guys options and not everyone likes bad ends so yeah. byeee~

~J☯

#stray kids #stray kids jeongin #jeongin stray kids #yang jeongin #jyp entertainment #JYP #kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop stuff #social anxious #depression #jeongin fanfic #fanfiction #kpop ff #scared #idk #deep #anxitey #anxious

[angelrider13]

Tears and Blood Make a Peace Hard Won

Title: When Mind and Body Don’t Match Chapters: 1 / ?

Summary: Waking up in a boy’s body is not at all what she expected. Predictably, it sets the tone for her second life.

FF | AO3 | Master Fic List

Her name is Uchiha Itachi and she is the son of the Clan Head Uchiha Fugaku and his wife, Mikoto.

Except that she isn’t.

She isn’t a boy and her name isn’t Uchiha Itachi and she doesn’t want it to be. She watched and read that story and she wants nothing to do with this particular role, thank you very much.

But she doesn’t get much say in the matter.

Everyone calls her Itachi, everyone calls her a boy, and as a toddler, she doesn’t have the right words to correct them. And even if she did, what was she supposed to say?

She doesn’t want anything to do with this clan, with this story, with this life.

She wants to go back.

Back to her family, her life.

At the very least, she wants to go back to being dead.

She doesn’t remember much about it other than darkness and sleep and peace, but whatever it is, it has to better than whatever staying here will lead to.

She knows this story.

Knows the role Itachi plays in it.

And she knows with all her heart that it is not something she can pull off – nor is it something she wants to.

She’s terrified of what this means and in her tiny body, that terror translates the same way her grief does: lots of tears and screaming. She misses her family, still sees that last horrible moment every time she closes her eyes, every time she stops long enough to think. And if she isn’t thinking about them, she’s think about Itachi’s life. Her new life. A life she has somehow been given or taken. She doesn’t know, but she doesn’t want it.

As with many things in this new life of hers, she isn’t given a choice.

Mikoto is worried.

Itachi is already one and he acts nothing like she expected a baby too. He alternates between listless silence and horrible, heart wrenching sobbing.

She’s taken her son to see doctors and specialists and none of them can give her an answer. Physically, Itachi is perfectly fine. They can’t find anything wrong. But Mikoto thinks of bright red eyes glazed with tears and knows better. There is something wrong with her son and she has no idea what.

He’s only a year old and Mikoto knows that he’s already seen too much.

What she doesn’t know is how.

How her little boy could possibly know such horrors when he wasn’t even an hour old. Fugaku had poured over the clan archives for some kind of clue but had come back with nothing. There was no recorded mention of an Uchiha being born with Sharingan already active, let alone the Mangekyō Sharingan.

And yet.

Mikoto had wanted to keep it quiet, but as Clan Head, Fugaku had a duty to report such things to the Elders. So, naturally, the entire clan knows. Her stomach twists uncomfortably at the whispers about her son, about how he is already the pride of the clan, about how he will be the best of them.

He’s a baby.

A tiny, untrained, soft baby.

Not for the first time, Mikoto finds herself wondering at the clan’s priorities. Yes, they are a prominent shinobi clan. Yes, that skews priorities slightly. But this is the first time she’s experiencing it from the point of view of a mother.

She does not like it.

Itachi is in one of his calmer moods at the moment, lying on the floor and staring blankly at the ceiling. She sighs, jolting slightly when her son’s head turns towards the sound. She watches as he blinks, face scrunching up and she braces herself for the latest round of screaming. Instead, Itachi rolls over and pushes himself up on hands and knees and crawls over to her. When he reaches her, he sits back on the ground and stares up at her for a long moment.

Mikoto doesn’t dare breathe, doesn’t dare do anything that will trigger her son’s tears. He’s only a year old and he’s already cried far too much.

Then, to her infinite surprise, Itachi raises his arms in a gesture that – if her son were any other child – means he wants to be picked up.

Mikoto stares at him.

Her son has lived his first year of life shying away from human contact. He screams when he is picked up, squirming and thrashing until he is put down again.

Itachi frowns up at her when she doesn’t move, waving his arms to emphasize what he wants.

Hesitantly, she picks him up, holding him close. Itachi nods to himself and pats her cheeks with tiny hands.

“Kaa,” he says, calm and easy and…pleased?

Mikoto feels tears burn her eyes and Itachi’s face scrunches up in confusion.

“Kaa?”

Mikoto makes a choked sound and pulls her son against her. To her endless relief, Itachi lets her, his tiny arms wrapping around her as best they can. He makes a questioning sound even as he presses closer.

“Everything is alright, Ita-chan,” she says, a helpless smile pulling at her lips, “Kaa-chan is just so happy.”

She feels Itachi nod against her and she wonders how much her son really understands. She doesn’t know what’s caused this, why Itachi has suddenly reached out, but she can only hope it lasts.

Uchiha Mikoto is not her mother.

She already has a mother and she doesn’t want another one. And she doesn’t think that is going to change any time soon. If ever.

But Uchiha Mikoto is Itachi’s mother.

And as far as she knows, her son has shunned her his entire life, spending his time screaming at nothing or lying around listlessly.

She isn’t being fair.

She still doesn’t want anything to do with this life.

But she sees the frown that constantly pulls at Mikoto’s mouth and the worry that shines in her dark eyes.

And she feels guilty.

Mikoto isn’t the one who pulled her into this; she isn’t responsible for what’s happened. And yet she is punishing her. She’s pulled away from every touch, from every comfort, from the moment she woke up here. She didn’t want to be comforted, didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to deal with anything.

She still doesn’t.

But she isn’t the only one involved.

So she promises herself that she will unbend enough to let others in.

Mikoto and Fugaku are not her parents and will never be her parents, not really.

But they are Itachi’s parents.

And she has been so busy grieving for things she knows she can’t get back that she has denied them that.

No more.

Fugaku walks into the living room and freezes at the sight before him.

His wife and son are sitting on the floor playing with blocks. Mikoto is talking to him and interacting and Itachi is responding. They are building some kind of tower with the blocks and Itachi is smiling and participating and babbling nonsensical answers to his mother’s cooed comments.

His breath hitches in his throat and his chest feels tight.

Then the block tower falls over and Itachi goes silent, blinking at the pile of toys. He can see the way Mikoto braces herself for the tears, for the screaming that has plagued this entire year and Fugaku finds himself holding his breath.

But then Itachi claps his hands together and laughs.

Mikoto stares at their son, eyes wet, and laughs along with him. She looks up and catches sight of him and smiles and he can see the relief, the hope in her expression and he feels his heart skip a beat. It’s been so long since Mikoto has smiled.

Itachi notices Mikoto’s look and turns towards him.

And then the most breathtaking, beautiful thing happens.

His son’s face lights up at the sight of him, his tiny mouth pulling into a smile as he scrambles, crawling over to him as fast as his little limbs will allow. Then he sits at his feet and reaches up to him.

“Tou!” he says.

Fugaku goes slowly to his knees before his child and leans down so that they are eye level with each other.

“Hello, Itachi,” he says, not caring that his voice is shaking or that his eyes are burning.

Itachi beams at him, tiny hands coming up to pat his cheeks.

“Tou,” he says again, firmly, nodding to himself before he leans in and wraps his arms around Fugaku as much as he can.

Fugaku freezes, eyes flying over to Mikoto. His wife is watching them with a smile, tears streaming down her cheeks and she mimes a hug. Very, very carefully, he wraps his arms around his son and pulls him into his lap and tries not to weep in pure relief when Itachi goes willingly, leaning into his hold instead of breaking down screaming.

Instead, his son snuggles closer and pats his chest and completely relaxes into his arms with a content hum.

He’s holding his son.

He’s holding his son and his son is letting him.

Mikoto has moved to sit beside them and is watching them both with a smile that he has seen so little of this past year but hasn’t left her face since he stepped into the room. Itachi stirs against him and reaches out to her.

“Kaa,” he says.

Mikoto laughs lightly. “I should hug too?” she asks.

Itachi nods with all the seriousness that an infant can and Mikoto wraps her arms around them both. Fugaku leans into her and basks in the warmth of his family.

His son’s voice, so quiet that he almost misses it, tears him from his thoughts.

“S’rry,” he says.

He blinks and trades looks with Mikoto before they both glance down at their son.

“Itachi?” Mikoto asks softly, smoothing a hand over his dark hair.

Itachi reaches out and wipes at the tear tracks on his mother’s cheek. “Sa’ no,” he says solemnly, “S’rry.”

Fugaku and Mikoto stare at their son in shock.

“Sa’ no,” he says again when they don’t reply.

Mikoto finds her voice first. “We aren’t sad, sweetie,” she says.

Itachi makes a noise of protest. “Sa’ no,” he repeats firmly.

“Okay, Itachi,” Fugaku says, “We won’t be sad.”

Mikoto looks at him helplessly and Fugaku knows that the same thoughts are running through her head.

How can he tell? How can Itachi understand what is happening? Or are they just reading too much into it?

But he thinks of red, red eyes and wonders.

“You won’t be sad either?” he asks, prodding, testing.

Itachi blinks at him in surprise before his face scrunches up in a pout.

“Ita-chan?” Mikoto asks when the boy stays silent.

Itachi looks at her and nods slowly and says very carefully, “Try.”

Mikoto smiles at him and kisses his forehead. “That’s all we ask, Ita-chan.”

And for the first time since Itachi was born, Fugaku hopes.

#naruto #naruto fic #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #mikoto uchiha #uchiha mikoto #uchiha fugaku #fugaku uchiha #itachi #si itachi #si!itachi #tears and blood make a peace hard won au #tears and blood make a peace hard won fic

[everlastingcaptainswan]

Since We’re Alone (Fake dating AU) 4/?

Summary: Killian Jones punched another bouncer in the face and Emma Swan threatened the paparazzi who got too close to her. With both their reputations at risk their managers pull together a deal that sure to gain them better press coverage. Who can resist watching two attractive people fall in love? 

Ao3   FF

Chapter Four: The Beach

As it turns out Graham's party is in Malibu, so Killian and Emma are currently stuck in traffic. Emma hasn't said much since he picked her up, which isn't surprising.

"Congratulations," he says quickly hoping to break the silence.

"For what?" she asks.

"Your role in the Bond movie," he states.

"Oh thank you," she says with smile. A few more minutes of silence pass.

"Is it always going to be like this with you?" Jones asks. Frustrated by this whole awkward situation. The awkward silences, the unsaid things between them.

"Jones, what exactly do you want from me?" she snaps, her ferocity and fire teeming in her voice. She's trying to keep him at a distance, but he can't seem to let her do that.

He opens his mouth to reply and realizes that he doesn't have a good answer to that question at all. Because gods that kiss on their "date" woke him up. Like she brought him out of a trance. More than anything it made him realize that he could want something, want someone again.

All those feelings are true for him, but he has no idea how she feels about it. If that kiss even meant anything to her at all. He can't hold her to any unrealistic expectations of his. He shakes his head and says nothing.

They say nothing to each other in the car, but once they enter the party they both turn into a new couple falling in love. Killian thinks he may lose his mind with how many times she touches him. Every brush of his shoulder, every time she grasps his hand drives him a little more mad. The only this to hold his sanity at bay is when she lets him wrap an arm around her waist and draw her in closer.

When they finally reach Graham through the sea of people he greets Killian as an old friend.

"I meant to ask, but how do you two know each other?" Emma asks looking from Killian to Graham, who grimaces.

"Oh well I used to date Regina," Graham says and Killian nods.

"Oh, I had no idea," Emma says a little taken aback.

"I figured as much," his eyes dart across the room over Emma's shoulder, "Oh I'm sorry host duties continue, but I'll find you guys later." Graham says quickly before running off. Killian and her nod and mingle throughout the party and Emma runs into a producer trying to get people to fund their next project. Killian leaves them to talk business and truly he needs a minute to himself. He wanders outside onto the beach behind Graham's house. The crashing waves calming him down. What Killian doesn't realize is that a few minutes become thirty minutes. Emma manages to find him sitting in the sand near the water's edge. She sits down next to him.

"Swan, sorry I needed a minute," he says when her approach breaks his train of thought.

"It's been a little longer than that," she says lightly.

"Oh I'm sorry we can head back in if you want," he offers and she shakes her head.

"You're not the only one who needs a minute. In fact I know there is something bothering you and I'd rather you get it off your chest then have it hang over our heads," she says, searching his face for some indication of what all of this is about.

"The kiss in the restaurant, did it mean nothing to you? Was it only for the cameras? Because that wasn't just a kiss for me. I want to know what it meant to you," He asks her his eyes searching hers now. Her jaw drops because they haven't talked about that and she doesn't want to think of that kiss. If she does she'll want to kiss him again. And again. And again.

"No, it didn't mean nothing," she practically whispers her answer.

"Then what…" She doesn't give him time to say anything else. She brings her hand to his face and cups his cheek. She brings his lips towards hers. Their last kiss was passionate and desperate. This one is slow and sweet. It says all the things Emma hasn't quite put into words yet because well she was never any good with her own words. She likes him oh god she does. This isn't permanent or real, she can't tell him how much she loves the feel of his hands on her or how soft his lips are. She definitely can't tell him how much she likes being with him and talking to him. It all scares her so much she lashes out to keep him at bay, to keep him away from her. It doesn't seem to be working. Every time she sees him all she can think about is this. Kissing him, touching him, or holding him. Every time she pushes him away he comes right back.

She doesn't know what changes, she wants more of him and he certainly doesn't object. They shift so she's straddling his lap and his hands grip her ass pulling her close to him. When she feels his erection against she lets out a gasp, pulling away from him for the first time. They just stare at each other for a few moments, both of them breathing heavily. Her jade green eyes getting lost in his baby blues.

"It wasn't for the cameras," she says quietly. He nods and neither of them make to move from this position.

"Then how about we get to know each other," he suggests.

"Alright, but as I'm sure you know I'm not very good at any of this," she sighs.

"You don't have to be good, just try," he says with a broad grin. She nods as she slips off his lap finally. She sits next to him again and slips her hand into his.

"I don't even know where to start," she admitts.

"Simple when we're alone we ask each other questions. For example what do your parents think about this situation?" he asks her. She drass in a big breath.

"I don't have any parents, I'm an orphan. Never knew them either, they left me on the side of a highway in Maine. David and Mary Margaret are the closest thing I have to family," she tells him, taking a chance and trusting him, "What about yours?" His heart breaks for her. Wounds made when you're young tend to linger. He felt they were kindred spirits, but he wasn't sure until now.

"It's just my brother, Liam and I now. My mother died when I was young and a couple years later my father left in the middle of the night. From that moment on Liam took care of us," she gives his hand a little squeeze and he smiles, "he's on deployment in the middle of the ocean. We haven't spoken in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure what I could even say about all of this to him," he shakes his head. It strikes her that they aren't too different. Both somehow made it through this world without parents and ended up in the limelight.

"He wouldn't take it well?" she asks.

"No, he would launch into a speech about honor and morality. It might be best if he doesn't know the whole truth," he sighs. Liam usually calls once a week, but this latest mission he had to go dark. Liam's supposed to check in next week

"You'll do whatever you think is best," she encourages him.

"Thanks, Swan," he stands and offers her his hand, "Come on we should make one last appearance at this party then I'll take you home." She takes his hand and they walk back to the party hand in hand. Graham spots them right away and walks up to them.

"I was wondering where you two ran off to," he says with a raised eyebrow.

"Just a stroll on the beach, mate," Killian quickly covers for them.

"I see, well I just wanted to say that I can't wait to work with you and it was great to see you again Jones," Graham nods.

"Thanks for inviting us. I'll see you next week," Emma smiles. Graham nods and the couple makes their way out. The ride home is quiet mostly because Emma fell asleep somewhere along the way.

However she wakes when they get closer to home and she has a guilty look in her face.

"Sorry I fell asleep."

"No worries, love. I'm sure it's not a comment on our time together," he jests. She lightly smacks his arm.

"You know it's not," she tells him. When they arrive to her house there is a motorcycle in the drive that wasn't there before they left. She knows exactly who it belongs to. August, her foster brother. The only problem is he only shows up when something is wrong.

"Shit."

"What is it, Swan?" Killian asks, looking from her to the bike.

"What trouble has he gotten in to now?" She sighs.

"Swan," he says expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

"The bike belongs to August, he's my foster brother I was with in a few of the group homes we've kept in touch but he usually comes around at holidays and when he's in trouble," she explains.

"Alright, do you need me to come in with you?" he asks her, eyebrow raised. She shakes her head.

"No, it's nothing I can't handle. Can I call you later though?" she asks.

"Of course, I'll be waiting," he says. She smiles and exits the car. He makes sure she gets inside safely before heading home.

Once the door is shut and locked Emma turns to find August lounging on her couch.

"I was wondering where you went tonight. Odd for you not to be home unless you're filming," August comments.

"What happened this time?" She asks, hands on her hips.

"I just need to lie low," she gives him a withering look, "I was at a casino and slept with this guy's daughter. Let's just say he's not pleased with me at this moment." Emma wanders into the kitchen and pours them both a drink.

"The guy owned the casino right?" she asks as she hands him the glass.

"Yes, now are you going to tell me where you went tonight?" he asks with smirk on his face, a smirk that might suggest he already knows something.

"I was on a date of sorts," she grumbles as she plops on the couch next to him.

"Would it be this Killian Jones the paps keep catching you with? What does of sorts mean exactly?"

"Yes it was him and we went to my new co-stars party. I just don't think it will work out with Jones," she shakes her head. They have chemistry that is undeniable. She doesn't know if he'll stick around, or if she can fully trust him, she's trying to.

"Stop pushing him away and it might actually work," he tells her.

"How did you-?" She asks shocked.

"We've known each other a long time, Emma. I know what it looks like when you are actually interested in someone," he snorts.

"I know, I'm trying with him. Don't make a big deal out of it. If you really want to lie low the guest room is yours and pull your bike in. I'm going to bed," she announces before getting off the couch. Once she's in her room with the door shut she pulls out her phone and calls Killian.

"Emma?"

"Hey," she says as she starts to take off her make-up.

"Sorry, love I didn't suspect you'd be calling so soon. I haven't even made it home yet," he says a little shocked.

"Yeah it wasn't a huge deal apparently he slept with the daughter of a guy who owns a casino. Very typical for him, he just needs to hide out for a few days," she explains.

"Well I'm glad it wasn't anything too scandalous," he chuckles.

"Me too. I've got an early morning, I'll see you soon okay?"

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight," she whispers as she hangs up. God, August is right, as much as she hates to admit that. She's actually interested in him, why else would she want to call him and let him know how things turned out? All she knows is she's totally fucked when it comes to Killian.

-KEKE-

Much to Killian's relief Liam's calls him when his mission is complete and he finally has decent reception.

"I know you're a rock star and all, but I didn't expect you to have a movie star girlfriend when I came back," Liam teases him.

"I didn't know either, it's been all rather sudden," Killian explains.

"Hmm I see, how did you kids meet?" Liam teases, Killian simply rolls his eyes at his brother's tactics.

"Didn't you read all about it?" Killian mumbles.

"Enough of that, tell me about her," his brother prompts.

"I had a party and our mutual friend, Ruby, introduced us. We hit it off rather spectacularly and she spent the night," Killian says.

"You slept with her right after you met her?" Liam spits out, surprised.

"No, she had a lot to drink and I wasn't about to let her drive home. She slept in one of the guest rooms, alone. Anyway she's great, witty, beautiful, talented," he sighs.

"Gods, have you fallen for her so quickly, little brother?" Liam chuckles.

"Younger, and perhaps," Killian says. The story of how the met is a lie, but his feelings aren't. He doesn't want to lie to Liam, but he wouldn't understand any of this. Hell, Killian isn't sure he understands this at moments.

"Ah well be careful, but she sounds lovely. I'm glad you're getting back out there," Liam tells him.

"Thank you, brother. How was the mission?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Oh more of the same. You know I've got some leave coming up maybe I should come visit you and this woman who has captured your heart," he suggests. This certainly grabs Killian's attention. They haven't discussed anything about families. He'll have to talk to Regina and Emma.

"Of course, you know you're always welcome," Killian tells him.

"Thank you brother. When I get a concrete date, I'll let you know," he says cheerily.

"Aye, I can't wait," Killian smiles. He misses his brother dearly. Liam joined the Navy to support them when Killian was younger. His brother was so supportive of his career, even gave him his first guitar when he was fifteen. Killian can never repay him for everything his brother has done for him. They start talking about things of little consequence and Killian wonders how Emma will react to all of this.

-KEKE-

Liam calls just before the start of rehearsals later that week.

"Aye, that's fine. I'll be there to pick you up from the airport," Killian tells Liam when Robin walks in.

"Aren't you rich enough to send a ridiculously expensive car?" Liam teases him.

"I could, but I still value the personal touch you prick," Killian teases him.

"I guess you'll do," his brother sighs. Will arrives and the brothers exchange goodbyes.

"Liam's coming?" Robin asks and Killian nods, "That'll be nice. What about your events with Emma?"

"That would be the problem. He wants to meet her," Killian says, not looking at either one of his band mates.

"Why…. oh you idiot," Will scolds him.

"He's your brother why on earth haven't you told him?" Robin asks him.

"He was on a mission until a couple days ago, so I couldn't tell him and now," Killian shakes his head.

"You're worried about what he'll think?" Robin asks and Killian nods.

"He can't take it any worse than I did mate," Will shrugs, who over the past couple of days has become more at ease with the situation. Robin told him it was Emma's idea to tell him which seemed to win him over about the whole situation. Or at least made him like Emma a little bit.

"I guess so. I just don't want a lecture about morality from him. Anyway, I sent the new song to you two last night, what do you think?" Killian asks.

"It's great, but different," Robin says cautiously. Killian quirks his eyebrow at this.

"Bad different?" He asks looking from one bandmate to the next.

"No, it's good. What he meant to say is he thinks it's about Emma," Will says with a rather pointed look. Killian shouldn't be surprised they picked up on that, but he didn't think it would be so sudden.

"Um well yes it is about her," he mumbles.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Killian. You're goin' to get hurt," Will says.

"I can look out for myself thank you very much. I know what I'm doing," Killian says sharply to Will, who just holds his hands up in surrender.

"We just don't want you getting hurt. Be careful, mate," Robin says before clapping him on the back. The rest of rehearsal goes without a hitch. They practice the new song over and over working out any kinks that pop up. At this rate the song will be more than ready for the concert next week. With a couple new songs he's still working on the new album will be finished.

Under the guise of logic and reason Killian calls Emma that night, she has to know about Liam, right? In reality he just wants to hear her voice and talk to her, but he can't say that's why he's calling her.

"Jones?" she answers, surprised by his call.

"Swan, hope it's not a bad time," he says, unsure about really everything with her.

"No, it's fine. Everything alright? You sound a little nervous," she notices.

"Nothing too concerning, but it's about my brother," he sighs.

"Is he alright? I know you said he was on a mission or something, right?" she asks concerned, which makes his heart ache just a little bit. She's worried about him and his own.

"Aye he was, but he's alright. I talked to him and well he was surprised about us was an understatement," he tells her.

"Did you tell him about…" she trails off.

"Um no, I didn't seem like the thing to tell him over the phone. Still don't know if I should. Here's the thing, I um-" he takes a breath.

"Christ, Killian spit it out. You're making me nervous," she says with some edge in her voice.

"He's coming out in a few weeks, he wants to meet you. I don't want to ask that of you, but I just wanted to let you know," he rambles. She pauses, fuck. They never talked about families and things of that nature. She wants to help him, but meeting family feels significant or something she's not sure she can handle.

"Thanks for keeping me in the loop, but it might be pretty sudden to meet family. If you need me to I can make up an engagement, so he doesn't think you're lying or I don't want to meet him or something," she rambles on, not wanting to cause too much trouble in his life. She has no parents or blood family who would want to know about him. Her only family made the deal about them.

"Yeah that might be best, but I'll just let you know," he says, still unsure of what to do.

"Alright, but can I say something?" she asks. He pauses, not sure what she has to say.

"Of course, Swan," he nods.

"Well he's your brother and I'm sure you'd want to know if he was doing something like this if the roles were reversed right? Just keep that in mind when you're deciding what to do," she sighs. It's one of the first useful pieces of advice he's gotten.

"Thank you," he says.

"Hey, what are fake girlfriends for?" she teases him and he laughs, "So we have that charity gala next week are you ready for the red carpet?" she asks him.

"Ready as I'll ever be I suppose," he sighs knowing it will be quite the event for the two of them.

"It's not my favorite thing either, but Regina said we could get ready at your place so I'll see you on Wednesday I guess," she says.

"Yes, you will," he confirms. With that the phone call ends and they both go to bed feeling a little better than when the day started.

#cs #cs ff #cs ff au #captian swan #fake dating au #fake dating trope #cs fake dating #CS modern AU #moviestar!emma #musician!killian #emma swan #killian jones

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‘Just Us’ | BTS JiKook ff 18+

Hanahaki Disease- A fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim may never love again. ~~~ Crimson rose petals slipped his lips as he coughed them up; body arching and hunching over the toilet seat. He felt suffocated; in pain of even living at this point. Jimin didn’t know how to make it stop. The pain rushed through his veins all over his body, causing him to sob strongly as he threw up the damaged rose petals. Not only did he physically feel pain, but his heart ached and yearned for escape from this one-sided chamber of love. He wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet release of affection and care from his most beloved. The one he held dearest. It inflamed Jungkook and made him feel guilty as he watched his dearest friend go through such heartbreak and merciless tribulation. As the final petals slowly sank to the bottom of the toilet, Jimin felt his only friend console him by gently rubbing his hand on the older’s back in circles. “There, there… it’s done… breathe…” he choked out, tears forming in the corners of the brunette’s eyes. Jimin wheezed for air, cursing to himself softly. The silver-haired boy rose to his feet, legs wobbling and aching. Jungkook ran a hot shower for his older friend, making sure to assist him in at least removing the blood-stained tee. After the shower, Jimin and Jungkook lied on their bed, side by side. Jungkook, the younger, leaned over for their nightstand, gently pulling down on the metallic string that controlled the physical darkness of the bedroom. Jimin knew exactly what was going to happen. The two would be forced to lie there, contemplating on all the life choices they have made. Jungkook had already let out his pain before Jimin. It was a tearful sight as the toilet was filled with bluebells. Jimin sniffled slightly, his throat sore and hoarse from the previous event. Every day, he has to wake up in a cold sweat and get ready for classes at his local university. He usually throws up in the mornings before going to school; to get it out of his system, of course. It’s when he goes to his first couple classes that he has to stay strong. His beloved, Min Yoongi, has said classes with him. To make matters worse, Yoongi’s girlfriend is always around him and Jimin. Sure, Yoongi and Jimin talk every once in a while, but it’s always about being family-oriented and marriage. Yoongi’s just so whipped for that girl and Jimin can’t even pretend to be mad at him for it. She’s gorgeous and so intelligent. Her long, straight, brown hair reaches her waist while her bangs hover just above her long and thick lashes. Her body has Jimin envious and extremely jealous. She has a thin waist and is curved in every perfect place. Jimin hated that, tonight, he was going to go to sleep knowing that he had classes with Yoongi and his lover the next day. It was like a never-ending cycle of watching them as he silenced his agony in public, saving the moment for when he explodes into tears when he’s in the privacy of his home with his friend Jungkook. Those rose petals were as red as the anger he felt when he watched that bitch and Yoongi spend time together. Jungkook wasn’t holding up well either. He had it hard for the popular art major; Kim Taehyung. But one thing was for sure, Taehyung’s popularity revolved around his jaw-droppingly amazing looks. He always received attention from the girls in his department. His innocent grin and soft eyes drove anyone insane. Jungkook just happened to be one of the unlucky few that loved Taehyung with his life but wouldn’t receive that same endless love in return. It caused him to go into an extreme state of depression when the older male turned him down because he wasn’t interested in “boys like Jungkook”. If he had told the younger that he was straight, then Jungkook would understand entirely and just form a beautiful friendship. But when that handsome angel shook his head with a frown on his face and said, “Sorry, but I’m not interested in boys like you… I’m sure that someone out there likes you, though.” Jungkook built up a wall between him and the model-looking young adult. He just craves for a change of mind to flick in his creative brain. He has stayed with this never-ending diseased love for the boy and can’t seem to escape from it. Jimin tossed and turned in the bed, sniffling and crying. He felt an immense pain in his chest and Jungkook could sure as hell hear his whimpers. Such a guilty feeling he held in his chest; he wanted Jimin to be happy. Jungkook sat up; the room was still pitch black like the holes in their hearts. He reached over to Jimin and caressed his arm gently, attempting to mimic the voice of Jimin’s oblivious crush. It was something that Jungkook and Jimin did to each other when they had those restless nights before them. They… “consoled” each other by making “love” to each other. “Jiminie, I’m here… don’t worry, love… Yoongi’s here…” Jungkook acted as he placed soft kisses on the older boy’s cheek and neck. Jungkook knew how unhealthy this was. Hell, they both knew that sexually consoling your closest friend wasn’t okay. Jimin turned to face his ‘Yoongi’ and cupped his face. If Jungkook was going to be his ‘Yoongi’, he had to be Jungkook’s ‘Taehyung’. Jimin shifted to straddle the younger and pressed their foreheads together. The silver-haired boy whispered softly, attempting to match the baritone voice of the art-major blonde. “And, your Taehyung is here, Jungkook-ah… I’m here for you,” ‘Taehyung’ replied. Jungkook felt those words hit his chest. Out of a yearning for affection from ‘Taehyung’, Jungkook kissed Jimin’s lips passionately. Jimin gasped slightly and kissed back, imagining that these are what Yoongi’s lips feel like. The two were so brainwashed and so deeply in love with other people that they actually believed they were with their beloveds. Jimin gripped ‘Yoongi’s’ hair and moaned in his mouth as he felt a hand go up his shirt. Jungkook wished so hard that Jimin would magically turn into Taehyung or something. He felt up ‘Taehyung’ and squeezed Jimin’s thigh. He then let a tear stream down his face as he took a minute to imagine what Taehyung would look like if he was actually doing this with him. He could already see how his eyes would go shut and his breath would become uneven from pleasure… Or was that just the way Jimin made Taehyung seem? Jimin sniffled and let multiple tears stream down his cheeks as he searched for those beautiful studs and rings that hung from Yoongi’s earlobes. He then made the quick realization and came back to reality. Jungkook wasn’t Yoongi. Yoongi wasn’t Jungkook. Jimin wasn’t Taehyung. Taehyung wasn’t Jimin. But nevertheless, Jungkook and Jimin needed each other. They depend on each other to drug each other up with false hope for only a couple minutes of their night. “Yoongi…” Jimin cried out softly. He leaned his head on Yoongi’s replacement and sobbed. All the silver boy wanted was to feel Yoongi’s real hands and his real lips for one night. He wanted that bitch to stay away from him for a day. Just one day… Please… Jungkook heard the high pitched voice and remembered that he still wasn’t making love to Taehyung. But he continued on. Jimin was still drunk off of lies and he needed to be drugged till he was numb. Jungkook decided that he would go rough. Jimin had always been telling Jungkook how Yoongi seemed like the rough type in bed. Jungkook pinned Jimin down and kissed his neck harshly, leaving hickeys. “Y-yoongi… Hah~” the older moaned out. That’s it. He’s completely convinced that he’s having sex with the raven fellow. The love of his life. Jungkook practically tore off Jimin’s bottoms and pleasured his manhood, smashing his lips against the aching boy’s lips. Jungkook then began to feel something shift within him. He noticed that throughout all of this, he wasn’t thinking of Taehyung; the man that had heartlessly rejected him. He didn’t feel like imagining him. He was so focused on Jimin. ‘Jimin Jimin Jimin…’ is all that ran through his mind. “Jimin, I love you,” he breathlessly whispered into the kiss. Jimin whimpered at the words and the feeling of his lower area being pleasured and pleased. Jimin thought it was just Jungkook trying to help him. He was actually happy when he heard his name and the words ‘I love you’ escape the younger’s lips in an attempt to make this experience seem more realistic to him. What he didn’t know, was that Jungkook genuinely meant it. Jimin moaned out softly, “I love you too~ I really love you.” Jungkook then smiled slightly and placed gentle kisses on Jimin’s lips. “I love you so much, Yoongi…” Jimin breathed out gently. That’s when Jungkook grew so solemn. His heart ached strongly. He felt suffocated and he just wanted to burst into tears. Could it be? Jungkook doesn’t love Taehyung anymore… He wants Jimin. He’s crazy for him. Jungkook let tears stream down his face as he lifted Jimin’s legs to prepare him. He reached in the dark for a bottle of lubricant and a condom, sliding the condom on his teased manhood. He was pumping himself every now and then to maintain the erection as he prepped Jimin. Jimin whined and squirmed as a finger entered him. He knew in his heart that this wasn’t Yoongi but he didn’t care anymore. His sexual urges were already built up. One finger turned into two and then three. Jungkook wished the lights were on. He wanted to see the older’s body as he sucked in his digits and spread his legs far apart. Jimin moans so sweetly and his voice is beautiful. Jungkook wants him all to himself but… He’s just a replacement for Yoongi. As soon as Jimin’s whines could be heard, he deemed it that he was ready for Jungkook- or rather ‘Yoongi’. He gulped and held Jimin’s small and gentle hand, pushing his tip inside of the older. Jimin squeezed the hand and panted different forms of Yoongi’s name, arching his back from the pleasure. He let tears fall and he sniffled softly as he thought about how Yoongi’s the type of person to worry if you cry in pain during sex. Jungkook pushed all the way in and hovered over Jimin. He kissed his neck and whispered into his ear, “I love you so much Jimin…” Jungkook was… crying. He let out a choked sob as he realized how instead of helping the silver boy, he’s damaging him. Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He was deep inside of the older but he still wanted to cry. None of this was real to Jimin. “Park Jimin… I-I love you…” he cried softly. Jimin noticed that Jungkook wasn’t even trying anymore. He cupped the younger’s face and kissed his forehead. “J-Jungkook… w-what is it?” Jimin breathlessly moaned out, the feeling of someone so large inside him still there. Jungkook had to turn the lights on. It was unbearable. He leaned over carefully, not wanting to hurt Jimin on accident, and turned the lamp on. Jungkook kissed Jimin’s lips and leaned his forehead on the older male. Hyung, I love you… I want to do it with you without having to imagine Yoongi or Taehyung. I want you. I want to know and believe it’s you,” he confessed. Maybe it was the fact that Jimin literally had Jungkook’s length shoved up him and there was no movement, but Jimin was tearing up. He didn’t know how to exactly feel towards the younger. His heart yearned for Yoongi… It’s why he was having sex with Jungkook. Jungkook pulled out slowly from the boy. He looked down and furrowed his brows and expected Jimin to reject him like Taehyung did. ‘Boys like you…’ the words replayed in his mind. Jimin opened his mouth to speak and instead, he just sat up and hugged the younger tightly. He smiled and caressed the brunette’s cheek, looking into his big doe-eyes. “We can test the waters if you’d like, Kookie. We can try dating for a week and see how it works out. You’re very good to me and you make me feel very special… So, I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot,” Jimin smiled. Jungkook was on cloud 9. He smiled so brightly that Jimin though his face would break. The younger male hugged Jimin tightly and planted soft pecks all over his neck. “Fuck… You don’t know how happy I am… I won’t disappoint you, Hyung,” Jungkook swore. Jimin giggled. He felt… happy… They both did. And with that, the two made real love, focusing only on each other. -3 Weeks Later- “Yah, Kook! That tickles! Don’t kiss me there!” pleaded the silver haired boy with giggles. Ah… those giggles are so unique… Only Jimin can make these sounds… Jungkook didn’t pay attention and continued to plant tiny pecks on the nape and shoulders of his new lover. Jungkook had just arrived home from his classes when he found Jimin walking out of the bathroom in pajama pants and no shirt. Jimin continued to giggle and let out a little snort. This sent the brunette’s heart fluttering. Jungkook slithered his hand down Jimin’s waist and onto his hips. He played with the hem of his pants and the small pecks turned into slow, wet licks and bites. Jimin’s giggles transferred to soft moans and whines. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, cursing lowly. “Jiminie-hyung~ Want me to fuck you?” Jungkook whispered into his ear. Jimin whined at the dirty offer but nodded immediately. “Yes~” he whimpered. Jungkook smirked and lowered the older boy’s pants to his lower thigh, palming at his semi-hard through his tight boxers. The action immediately caused Jimin to weakly hold Jungkook’s wrist. He wanted his dominant to go harder on him. It was something he needed. He was so horny for his touch. Jungkook noticed how desperate the silver boy was and slipped his underwear down as well, revealing the hard and dripping erection. “You’re so wet, little prince~ Daddy just wants to devour you~ You dirty little prince~” Jungkook taunted. Jimin was just about to jerk himself off as Jungkook slapped his wrist softly and started slowly pumping his red hard-on. Jimin whined and thrusts into Jungkook’s hand, meeting with his movements perfectly. “Daddyyy~ Go f-faster~ Please~” Jimin sobbed. His knees buckled slightly and he was just about to fall. Jungkook sighed and turned the older around swiftly, throwing him over his shoulder. Jimin yelped, feeling his erection rub over Jungkook’s shirt when he gets carried. He feels a sting on his ass and flinches a little bit. “I want you on your best behavior now. Did you hear me, Prince?” Jungkook orders as he spanks his lover. Jimin whimpers out, “Y-yes, Daddy.” Jungkook then walks to the bed and lays the older down, unbuckling his belt and taking his shirt off before crawling over to him. Jimin bites his lip and plays with himself as he waits for his ‘daddy’ to touch him again. But that’s not what happened after Jimin saw Jungkook hovering over his small frame. “Daddy, touch me~” Jimin moans out as he toys his slit with his thumb. Jungkook chuckles lowly, running his fingertips over the silver boy’s inner thighs; so close to his member but purposely avoiding contact with it. The smaller male whimpers and furrows his brows, showing he’s not okay with all this teasing. Jungkook then starts to have at least a little bit of sympathy and sighs, kissing his little prince and moving his hand out of the way to rub him just how he likes it. The brunette flicks his wrist, causing the other to moan into his mouth. It’s not long before Jungkook is lying down on his back, Jimin on top of him facing the other direction. 69-style. Jungkook was busy eating out the older whilst fingering him with two fingers in already. Jimin gasped and whined onto Jungkook’s cock, completely in love with the feeling of his hot breath and warm, wet tongue hitting his inner walls while being fucked by fingers. Jimin couldn’t take it. He never felt so much pleasure with anyone but Jungkook. He just made him feel some type of way that drove him insane. Jungkook knew that wrecking Jimin so much would mean he’s given a reward. His cock twitched and throbbed every time Jimin moaned and swallowed around it. He groaned lowly into Jimin’s thick and voluptuous ass. Jimin felt his breath and immediately arched his back and pulled away from the large and throbbing member. “Daddy… I want it~ Gimme~” Jimin begged, his voice slightly hoarse from having Jungkook down his throat. There was no way that Jungkook could ignore that. Jimin’s silver locks were stuck to his forehead due to sweat; his face was flushed red and his lips were swollen and red; his eyes were teary from pleasure; his body was arched and his ass was up in the air just for Jungkook. Jungkook slid out from under Jimin and positioned himself behind the older, his tip pressing against Jimin’s fluttering hole. He slowly pushed in as Jimin clenched onto the bed sheets. Jimin moaned loudly and held onto the sheets till his knuckles turned white. It felt so fucking good… He felt the younger push all the way in and kiss down his spine. The silver boy shivered under the latter, pressing his back to the younger’ chest. Jungkook lovingly intertwined his fingers with the older as he began to sensually roll his hips into him. Jimin hissed and arched his back as he turned his head to nibble on the latter’s ear. Jungkook groaned at the way Jimin clenches around him. They went on and on; Jungkook’s thrusts becoming harder and faster as Jimin begged. “O-Oh my god…” Jimin moans into the pillow. He was being drilled so well into those soft, white sheets. Jungkook then felt his stomach knot up as he was nearing his high. Jimin started moaning a lot louder as he felt the younger go faster; both chasing their release. Jungkook then felt it. He arched his back and released inside the silver beauty before him. Jimin released as well not long after. Jungkook slowly pulled out of him, lying next to him as he pulled Jimin on top of his chest. “Baby… We went through a lot to get where we are… It’s gonna sound so fucking weird but… I’m glad we suffered. I’m happy that you and I went through all that pain for the wrong people. It just made us realize how much we love each other,” Jungkook spoke softly. Jimin nuzzled his nose on the crook of the latter’s neck, giggling and finding the upmost warmth in his grasp. “Kookie… I really… really love you,” Jimin whispers to him. Jungkook can’t help but repeat the same words back, for he truly loved the older. “I love you too, Hyung. More than you could ever imagine,” Jungkook whispered back. That diseased and one-sided love they used to drag with them every day has now blossomed into the most beautiful relationship they could ever hope for.

#wrote this a while back #bts #jikook #jimin #jungkook #hanahaki #ff #+18