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SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you've arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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It had been a little over a half a year since your move to the Vela System of the Fanet IV Galaxy courtesy of the Interplanetary Relations Commission had begun. You were still adjusting to your new environment, Izo Huen being a vastly different place compared to Earth in terms of culture and climate.

"So, to wrap up the events of this past week," you shifted in your chair, staring into the lens of the camera you used to send reports to your superiors, "I met with the head of the Embassy for a dinner in order to meet the head of Izo Huen's military. The only way I can describe the whole interaction is...tense. Warrior Sehebon are truly another level of terrifying. Horrible burns across their bodies correlate with the information we had about their rituals. They wear the burns with pride, however ― a mark of bravery I suppose. The middle of the week was rather uneventful," you shifted in your seat, leaning over just out of frame to take a sip of your water. You stared at the arched ceiling, thinking of anything that could come to mind of importance to note. Outside your window, you could see people walking through the streets, laughing and chatting with one another.

"Oh!" you sat up straight again, "The monthly market came back once again. This time it was mostly vendors from Liana. They had the most amazing fruits I'd ever seen ― nothing like Earths. They were delicious too, so sweet. I wish I could send some back for everyone to be able to taste. You know," your gaze shifted out your window again, to the people bustling about, "Things got really hectic here in Fia recently, I don't know what it is. They're hanging banners up and there seems to have been an extreme increase in population of the city. I'm not completely sure what's going on."

After ending your weekly log and sending it to your fellow researchers on Earth, you downed the rest of your water and groaned. Izo Huen was sweltering hot, the two suns that hung in the sky upping the temperature past comfortable.

You couldn't wait for night to come, the freezing cold giving you a wonderful excuse to cuddle under the wool blankets.You decided to take a bath to pass the time, as it would be night in just a few hours. Plus, you desperately wanted to wash the days grime off your body.

By the time you woke up the next day, you were acutely aware of how incredibly loud it was outside. Shouts and cheers emanated from just outside your window. So with sleep-filled eyes you hurriedly dressed yourself and rushed out to see what the fuss was all about.When you stepped out of the door, you were shocked by the incredible crowd of people filling the streets.

Banners and streamers, even balloons, decorated every inch that could be covered. The alphabet was one you hadn't yet learned to decipher so the meanings were completely lost on you.

"Excuse me?" you asked a nearby woman. She was much taller than you ― a key trait in both men and women of their race. She turned and looked down at you with surprise in her eyes, "What's going on?"

"It's the pre-celebration," she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She turned her back to you once again and quickly disappeared into the crowd and you sighed. Sehebon citizens were still getting used to their planet being visited by other races outside their own solar system ― they were the newest planet to be opened for visits by the Interplanetary Commission.

It unfortunately resulted in some of the citizens to hold ill feelings towards those entering their cities.

Sighing, you decided to follow the flow of the crowd to appease your own rabid curiosity. A lot of the cultural information on Sehebon had yet to be discovered or disclosed, as a race that held their own traditions close to their hearts.

You were surprised that the place everyone was flocking to was the massive Colosseum that was centered in the very middle of the city. Larger than any stadium found on Earth, you'd never had the opportunity to find out what it was for.

In your excitement to get through the crowd of large Sehebon, you stumbled over your own feet and hit the ground hard ― knocking the air out of you. The crowd didn't wait, stepping over you and for a second you were scared you would be literally crushed under a stampede.

However, strong hands grabbed your arms and lifted you up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd. You stumbled trying to catch up, with his large steps while trying not to end up slammed into unsuspecting people.

The person tugging you pulled you out of the crowd and rounding the stone walls until you realized the amount of people had dissipated. You had the opportunity to look at the person who had helped you ― a male Sehebon finding a safe spot for you and finally slowing down.

"I...thank you," you muttered when he didn't say anything, his back still facing you.

"You're a human right?" he asked, finally turning to you. You choked on your own spit at the sight of him ― black hair hanging over two pretty dark eyes. He was tall, probably a little above average for his race and he was absolutely gorgeous, "I heard there was one staying in Fia but...damn."

"Uh...I'm an advocate for the Interplanetary Commission," you sputtered out, unable to break your gaze away from his face. He had tanned skin, smooth as could be with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass, "I'm from Earth, yes. My name is _____."

"Incredible," he moved closer, having to lean down to look at you how he wanted. You could feel his breath on your face and you could see the way he had one mono-lid and one double ― which was absolutely adorable, "My name is Taehyung...you know, you're so...small."

"I-I'm actually quite average," you refuted, glancing away under the power of his gaze.

"Maybe by human standards but..." he straightened up, looking around, "You should be careful. You can get hurt easily, you're lucky I saw you fall and bothered to help you."

"Bothered..." you whispered with a soft scoff. You could still feel his eyes on you, burning into you as if he was analyzing every inch of you, "Hey, so what's going on anyway?"

"You don't know?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow when you shook your head.

"I asked someone and she just said it was a pre-celebration," you shrugged.

"Yeah sort of," Taehyung gnawed at the inside of his cheek, jaw cocking to one side at the action, "It's gonna be our lottery in a few days so we come to the stadium to get our tickets."

"Wait...lottery? Like a money thing?" you asked, "You guys have that?"

"What?" Taehyung shook his head, staring at you like you were stupid and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"O-On Earth we have this thing called a lottery and...you scratch these little papers and you can win money," you explained, hoping to help him make sense of you assumption.

"Huh, that's interesting," he actually did seem interested and maybe a little impressed, making you feel weirdly proud, "But no, that's not what we have. Once a year the government holds a lottery here in Fia, in the stadium. You draw and if your number is picked you gotta fight."

His words made you blank out.

Fight?

They had to fight?

"What the hell?" you sputtered before you could stop yourself and Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

"Have you not read any of the banners and information sheets floating around?" he asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, "They put them up to inform new visitors of what's going on, you know."

"I..." you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed again, "Can't read the alphabet."

Taehyung went quiet for a minute before he snorted, beginning to laugh way too much for the simple problem you had. Your cheeks burned as he held his stomach, no doubt aching from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh my gosh!" he choked, wiping under his eyes, "Y-You're illiterate!"

"I am not illiterate!" you gasped, ears beginning to burn now at his accusation, "I-I just haven't had a need to read the alphabet! Since we speak the same language, you know?!"

"Okay, okay," he sniffled, finally calming down from his outburst. He looked down at you and cooed, placing his hand on your head, "Aw, don't-don't pout, I'm sorry. You're so cute!"

"St-Stop making fun of me!" you whined, petulantly stomping your foot which just made him coo more at you, calling you cute.

"I'm not making fun of you!" he argued, standing at his full height again, making you look up, "Isn't it only natural that I find the small little human girl cute? You're so...small."

"So you keep saying," you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, "Are you going to go into the stadium?"

"Yeah, probably a little while later," he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It'll calm down soon enough and it'll be less hectic. You're welcome to wait with me, if you'd like."

"I might as well," you sighed, leaning back so you rested your shoulder against the wall, "I'll probably literally be killed if I try to go in there at this point."

"Probably," he agreed, looking away from you when you squinted up to glare at him, "Say..." He looked back at you, head cocked to the side curiously, "Is it true Earth has a lot of oceans? And only one Sun?"

"Eh? Yeah, that's right," you nodded, making him hum, "You've never been to Earth?"

"Nah, can't afford to make that trip," he sighed, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the ground, "I read about it when the news that we'd be open for visits from them, though. Here sit," he tugged your hand until you were finally sitting beside him.

"About this...fight," his head lulled to the side as he gazed at your through his lashes, "What...why do you guys do it? How's it work?"

"Well," he rested his hands on his bent knees, head resting against the wall behind him again, "You know majority of our planet is uninhabitable right?"

"Yeah, dominated by deadly deserts that will kill even Sehebon," you replied mechanically, having studied their landscape immensely on your voyage from Earth.

"Then you also know there's only a few, select places suitable for us to live," you nodded and he continued, "We have three cities on Izu Huen, Fia our capitol, Veles, and Holis. That isn't a lot of room for an entire planet to live, right? We have to stay within the habitable zone and fit every person on the planet in the cities. Excluding those that have the means to move to Vimoldara, that is. That's a lot of people, isn't it?"

"Wait," you sat up straighter, jaw dropping open, "You mean, it's a form of population control?"

"That and," his gaze turned much darker, sending a chill up your spine, "It's a chance for us to show each other how strong we are. That we're the best and we deserve to live, we offer more. Those who lose are killed and only the winner can stand."

"That's..." you cleared your throat uncomfortably, "That's scary."

"Not for us," Taehyung shrugged, casting a sideways glance your way, "It's a celebration. We're all excited and ready to do it. We get to make our families and ancestors proud as we fight."

You hummed, still weary of the lottery but kept the rest of your opinions to yourself. You and Taehyung dissolved into talking about things he was curious about on Earth, deciding it would be worth it to travel there simply after hearing what a cheeseburger was.

The suns began to set when Taehyung stood, helping you to your feet.

"We should be able to get in easily now," you followed him to the large entrance that you'd been unable to see past when you had first approached.

With the smaller influx of people, you could see fully inside the stadium. There were banners and decorations strewn about everywhere, a wash of white, red and black colors seeming to be the theme. In the very center of the stadium was a booth with a man standing inside, handing things out to the people in line.

"I hope he doesn't think I'm here to pick a lottery," you mumbled to yourself as you stood in line with Taehyung. He was still holding onto your hand as you waited, large fingers wrapping completely around your wrist, making the size difference more apparent.

He really was right when he said you were small. But his hand was so warm and comforting against your skin that it made you feel...cute.

"Nah, they won't assume a foreigner is here to participate," he said, not breaking his gaze from the booth.

By the time you reached the booth, the suns were down to just peeking over the horizon and the moon was, instead, shining large in the sky. The temperature was dropping and you couldn't help but move closer to Taehyung for warmth. You weren’t dressed to be out at night, you’d only anticipated spending the daytime hours out.

"Thank you," he said, tucking a slip of paper into his pocket after folding it up. The man behind the booth nodded, waving the next person forwards.

He began to walk when he paused, looking down at you with wide eyes. You scrambled to detach yourself from his side, not realizing just how close you were to him. However, you were quickly brought back when he pulled you flush against him again with a small smile.

"You humans are so fragile," he breathed, beginning walk, keeping you tucked into his side. Your face was burning with embarrassment but you also felt a strange sense of pride flowing through you at the prospect of such a good looking man treating you like he was.

"I-It just gets really cold here, you know?" you mumbled, trying to defend yourself albeit weakly.

His chest vibrated with his laughter, tightening his hold around your shoulders, "I guess if you're not used to it. You live around here?"

"Uh yeah," you pointed in the general direction of where you were staying, "I live down this road a ways."

"Alright, I'll walk you there," he offered, though he left no option to refuse.

You both fell silent as you walked, every once in a while another person would pass and stare at the two of you. Their eyes followed you even as you passed, turning back to stare at you and you began to feel strange about it.

"Why is everyone looking at us like that?" you asked suddenly, making him look down. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face causing the shadow of his lashes to dust his cheeks.

"Probably because you're a human and you're with me," he answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "It's not exactly common for Sehebon and foreigners to be together yet."

You swallowed thickly, cheeks burning for the thousandth time that day it seemed.

It wasn't long before you reached the stoop of your house and you dislodged yourself from Taehyung, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep in the warmth you now missed.

"Um thanks for walking me home," you said, shrugging your shoulders self-consciously as his eyes scanned over your body.

"It was my pleasure," he leaned closer to you, "Hey, why don't you come to the celebration in a couple days, hm?"

"You mean the fighting?" you asked, feeling uneasy at the invitation. He nodded eagerly, eyes bright in excitement, "Taehyung, I do understand it's an important practice for you...it's your culture. But humans and Earth...it's punishable to kill someone. It's against the law. We find the concept of death scary...you know?"

His head cocked to the side, brows furrowed and the excitement in his eyes gone, "You're scared to die? And you don't like to see others die?"

"Exactly, it's...it's a very negative thing for humans," you attempted to explain while trying not to upset him.

"You know being invited to a fight is a very special thing," he muttered with a frown, leaning close to you so his nose was touching yours. Your eyes grew wide at the fire burning in his eyes and you swallowed nervously, "It's very offensive to reject an invitation to a fight. I want to show you how good I am, how well I can fight. I want you to be proud of me. Impressed by me."

Your mouth grew dry at his words and the way he uttered them, deep voice dark and no hint of the gentleness he had spoken with before. You attempted to move back but found your back pressed against the door. He loomed over you, leaning on his forearms above your head ― caging you in. Strangely, the only thing you could think of was how good he smelled; like the fruits you'd eaten a couple days ago.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung," you whispered, licking your lips in an effort to rid yourself of your nerves, "I just...Y-You don't need to kill someone t-to impress me, you know?"

"Then how can I?" he squinted, "I find you fascinating. A cute little human girl, smart and charming. I want to...what is it you humans call it...court you?"

You wanted to smile at the sound of the outdated term he used. But it was stopped by his confession, of what he thought of you.

"W-Well...you're trying to court a human girl..." you spoke slowly, meeting his eyes in faux confidence even though your heart was beating a mile a minute, "Why don't you try...a human method?"

"A human method," he gnawed on the inside of his cheek ― apparently a habit he had while thinking, "What are human methods?"

"Well um..." you noticed that with his body covering yours like it was, you weren't affected by the cold and that your trembles were no doubt excitement, "Like...dates. Do you guys have dates?"

"Usually an invitation to fight for someone to see is sufficient enough to begin a relationship," he explained, making you sigh. He frowned at the sound and leaned closer to you to meet your gaze, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"F-For humans usually a man will ask a woman on a date," you explained simply, "Like...you would ask to take me to see a movie or take me to dinner."

"A dinner," he repeated, seeming to mull it over for a moment before nodding. The dark look was gone and he smiled the cutest boxy smile you'd ever seen in your life, "Then I'd like to take you to dinner, _____."

"I'd like that, Taehyung," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn under his soft gaze.

"After my fight, to celebrate my win I'll take you."

"Alright, Taehyung, I look forward to it," after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, he finally stood up straight. The cold immediately began to sink into your bones and he stepped back off your stoop.

"See you soon, cutie," he waved, twiddling his fingers before spinning on his heel and walking in the direction you both had just came from.

You opened your front door, slipping inside and relaxing once the warmth hit you. Leaning back against the door, you pressed your hand to your chest and sighed.

"Not how I expected my day to turn out," you mumbled, taking a seat at your chair in front of the camera, turning it on so the red light blinked indicating recording, "I know it hasn't been a week yet but I've found something interesting. I met a man named Taehyung and he told that they're about to begin a planet-wide lottery. Everyone draws a number and they're picked to fight. It's a...form of population control and some kind of cultural flex on each other to show who is the toughest and bravest. The fights are set to take place in a few days and I was invited but...I had to decline. The prospect of watching it was just too much for me to consider so I apologize for that."

You went quiet for a second, deciding to leave out the fact that the invitation was an attempt to ask you out. You greeted the people who would be watched goodbye and shut off the camera, turning to your computer monitor and hurriedly sending the video before shutting everything down.

The city was quiet for the next few days, everyone packed into the stadium. You would frequently hear the thunderous roar of the crowd but ultimately did your best to block out the prospect of the death no doubt going on.

You laid on your bed, reading a book you'd read several times already but lacked the means to acquire a new one. You wouldn't be able to read the books in an alphabet you couldn't read. Though you could take the time to learn but, you were in no mood to study.

As expected, you found yourself thinking of Taehyung. He was charming, no doubt, and you were surprised by how much you ultimately enjoyed his company. It was quick that he decided he wanted to date you, by human standards anyway, but Sehebon were very fast-moving people as more than half their race were warriors who could be killed in the blink of an eye. No doubt a cause for Taehyung's rush to be with you.

You couldn't deny the complete attraction you had for him; he was incredibly good looking and had the cutest smile. His voice was hypnotic, smooth as whiskey and as deep as the ocean. Dating someone of a completely different species wasn't the strangest thing by far ― plenty of humans had counterparts from different races. Dating a Sehebon, on the other hand, was different since the brand new introduction of their race to humans.

There was no fear that Taehyung would bring you any harm or have ill intentions, there was just a lot of confusion about him. You didn't exactly know much about who he was as a person rather than his race.

The date would no doubt clear things up and open doors for you.

Remembering the fact you would be going on a date with him set butterflies off in your tummy and you bit your lip to hold back the gleeful grin that threatened to spread across your face.

It was a full week before the streets became the same again. The population of Fia went back to normal as visitors from other cities left and went back home. The banners were taken down from around your street and before long everything seemed to have returned to the way it was.

Unfortunately, you were running out of food so you needed to go food shopping. As the suns were beginning to set, with the temperature steadily dropping, is when you decided to go shopping.

You slid a sweater on to keep you warm before stepping out the door. It was still a little warm but you knew you'd be grateful for your choice later.

In the past, you'd made the mistake of forgoing something warm and had to quite literally run home before you froze to death.

You carried a bag, an effect from when you lived on Earth and refused to use plastic bags in fear they'd end up in the oceans. When you first presented the bag at the local grocers, the cashier had looked at you like you were stupid ― making you feel just a tad self-conscious.

Fortunately, they'd now grown used to your practice and barely batted an eye in response when you brought.

The shop wasn't busy during that time of day and you were thankful to be able to navigate the aisles without having to avoid the giant Sehebon people that easily blocked your shelf access. You packed your bag with things you were vaguely familiar with. There was a lot of food you didn't dare try ― you couldn't read what it said or it was just gross looking.

Unfortunately, however, the shelves were so damn tall that you sometimes had to scale them to actually reach the things you needed. Standing on your tippy-toes using one of the shelves to grab a simple box of noodles ― something you were very pleased to find on Izo Huen.

You chose a lot of fruits and vegetables ― trusting them more than their alien-meats. You were basically the alien version of a vegetarian at that point.

When you stepped outside, you were immediately grateful of the sweater you wore. The cold still seemed to seep in a bit but it was tolerable despite the light shivers that took you. Carrying your bag, you hummed a tune to yourself as you navigated the darkening streets. The lamps were lit to illuminate your way but there were no other people in sight, making you feel calm.

"Hey, you a human?" scratch that, there were people.

You paused, looking into an alleyway separating two residential streets. A small group of young men were smoking cigarettes. Part of you wondered if they were cigarettes or some Izo Huen-version.

"Yes I'm a human," you replied, pulling your bag off your shoulder to hold it in front of you.

"You want a hit?" one of them asked you, offering you what he was smoking off of.

"N-No thank you," you backed away slightly to get away from the smoke emanating off the burning end, "I really should be getting home...I have things to put away."

You turned to walk away but a hand aggressively gripped your arm to stop you, startling a gasp out of you.

"Hey, that hurts," you mumbled, attempting to tug your arm free but he tugged you closer to him, "Let go!"

Before he had the chance to speak, a hand was violently wrapped around his throat and slammed him back. He pulled you with him slightly, knocking you to the ground as the man was pinned to the wall. Looking up, you could see Taehyung leaning close to him ― whispering something that had the man's eyes widening.

"Do you understand?" Taehyung growled, loud enough for you to hear. The man nodded so hard you were sure he was going to give himself a headache. Taehyung held him still for several more seconds, looking over him to make sure he was telling the truth.

When the man was dropped, he took off down the alleyway with his friends following, none of them daring to look back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, crouching down to where you were sitting on the ground. He cupped your cheek ever so softly, thumb grazing beneath your eye, "I didn't mean for you to get knocked down."

"It's alright," you muttered, using his shoulders to pull yourself back to your feet. He remained crouched for a moment, just gazing up at you silently, "W-What is it?"

"You should be more careful, _____," he said, picking up the bag of groceries you had dropped, tucking some of the things that had been knocked out back in where they belonged, "Didn't I tell you that you could get hurt?"

"W-Well yes but that was different― "

"It wasn't," he snapped, moving close to you once again. Fingers hooked beneath your chin to make you look at him, "Don't you understand how much people want you? How they look at you when you walk around?"

"N-No..." you blinked as you tried to recall any staring while you were on your own.

"Everyone finds you alluring here, _____," Taehyung's voice dropped and he stepped even closer so your foreheads were just barely touching, "The cute little human girl. And I'd be very disappointed if I had to kill someone for hurting you."

You were speechless, lost staring in the fiery blaze within his eyes. He held your gaze for several seconds before stepping back and smiling.

"I'll walk you home, I was on my way to see you anyway," you sputtered in shock as he tugged your hand in the direction of your home ― his rapid change of demeanor no doubt going to give you whiplash.

Your feet pounded the pavement as you struggled to keep up with his large strides. You were running out of breath and stamina, though he appeared unaffected.

"T-Tae...can you s-slow down?" he halted in his tracks so suddenly that you fully ran into his back.

"What did you call me?" he looked over his shoulder, staring sharply down at you.

"I-I..." you pulled yourself away from his back and stuttered, "I called you Tae. I'm sorry i-it just slipped out...h-humans like to make n-nicknames, you know?"

He was quiet for a second before he turned around completely, cocking his head to the side.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"Uh...T-Tae?" the name sounded more awkward than it had before coming out of your mouth.

"Hmm," he made a noise akin to a moan, rolling his head back in response before looking down and smirking, "I like that. You're the only one allowed to call me that, yeah?"

"A-Alright," your heart was racing from the way he had reacted to the nickname but you didn't get to dwell on it long before he was tugging you along once again.

You stood on your stoop again, looking at Taehyung, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. He held your bag of groceries out for you and you had to hold back a gasp when your hand brushed his.

"Shit, your hands are freezing!" he gasped, taking one of your hands in his and bringing them closer to him.

"U-Uh yeah it's...pretty cold," your words came out a whisper, reveling in how warm his hands were against yours.

"Poor thing," your eyes widened as he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your fingers.

"T-Tae," the nickname had his eyes flicking up and he hummed, pressing another kiss against them.

"Did you like that?" he dropped your hand from his lips but continued to hold it, smiling at you, "I read in a book about common human practices for courting and it said a kiss to the hand will make her heart flutter. Did it work?"

"I..." you swallowed thickly, nodding your head ever so slightly, "I-It was nice, Tae..."

The two of you fell quiet, his hand enveloping yours and his soft gaze fixated on you. Your groceries hung in his free hand and he slowly reached out to hand them to you once again. Once the bag was in your hands, he released your hand from his hold and shoved his own into his pockets. He stepped backwards off the stoop but continued to stare at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth.

Your eyes danced over his body ― never really looking him over that much besides his face. He had a black button-up tucked into tight fitting jeans and boots that made him even taller than he already was. It surprised you how thick his thighs were but how small his waist was ― it's like he was sculpted by actual gods.

"Well," he smirked, no doubt having caught you staring, "See you around, cutie."

"Hey, Tae wait!" you called before you could stop yourself.

He halted immediately, turning to look at you once again, "You alright?"

"I just..." he jogged back to the stoop, stepping up and moving close to yours.

He cupped your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

"You can tell me, sweetheart," his brows were drawn together in concern.

The pet name causing a shiver to go down your spine, "What is it?"

"C-Can...Would you...like to stay for a while?" your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't meet his gaze after whispering the words.

Taehyung's eyes softened and his lips quirked up, running his thumb over your lips for a split second ― so light you almost missed it. He stood up straighter, removing his fingers from your face. You found yourself missing the touch and your heart was pounding at the possible rejection you could face.

"Were you nervous to ask me that, baby?" your core lit on fire at the new pet name and you held in a whimper, "I'd love to stay with you."

"O-Okay..." you reached behind you, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

Warmth hit you from the inside and you scurried out of Taehyung's view as fast as you could to the kitchen. You could hear him walking, the sound of his boots on the floor seeming deafening in the silence of the house. Leaning against the counter, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

You began putting your groceries away in their designated places, noticing that Taehyung's footsteps had gone silent.

"This place given to you by your job?" he asked suddenly, making you jump.

"Um...yeah," you cleared your throat, "It's nothing special but it's cozy."

"It's nice," he muttered before falling silent.

You placed the box of noodles in your cabinet, steeling yourself before moving to the living room. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the sight before you.

Taehyung sat on your couch, legs spread wide and arms stretched out on the back of the couch. His head was tilted back, exposing beautiful expanse of throat. The way he sat was so confident and commanding that you had to clench your thighs together to control yourself.

"Um...are you okay?" you whispered, stepping forward as he lifted his head to look at you.

"I'm perfect," he responded, scooting to the side to allow you to sit beside him, "I think I've figured out a place to take you on our date."

"Oh?" you'd nearly forgotten about the date, "So you're ready to take me?"

"I'm thinking tomorrow, if that's okay," he looked down at you and you smiled.

"I'd love that," your gaze fell to your thighs, noticing the size difference between his and yours ― reminding you of how large he was.

Flicking your eyes up, you were frozen by the sharpness in his own as he stared at you. As you kept his gaze, you felt one of his hands find its way to your thigh and you bit your lip to keep from outright whimpering at the feeling.

"You're so soft," he muttered, shifting to turn more towards you, "And absolutely breathtaking..."

His lips drew closer to yours, his hair brushing your nose as he dipped down. When he pressed them completely, his hand tightened around your thigh. You whimpered, seeming to set Taehyung off as he cupped the back of your head with his free hand ― deepening the kiss.

Your hands clutched at the front of his shirt, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips and hands on you. The hand on your thigh traveled up, grazing your hip, drifting up your stomach and over your breasts before wrapping around your throat. You gasped at the feeling, lips parting from Taehyung's just slightly before you surged back forward to reconnect them.

He groaned against your lips, giving your neck the lightest squeeze before he released you and reached lower to cup your breast through your sweater. You arched your back into the muffled touch but he didn't linger for long because his hand was diving between your legs.

Your jeans impeded you from feeling his touch properly and you whimpered, grinding your hips forward in hopes to remedy the problem. You reached down, holding his hand against your core as you whimpered into his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you, pretty baby?" he asked, kiss parting until your lips just barely brushed his.

"P-Please Tae," you whimpered, feeling your eyes sting with tears of desperation ― having never wanted to be touched so badly in your life.

Taehyung didn't reconnect the kiss, instead he tilted your head back to press his lips to your neck. His long fingers unbuttoned your jeans and hurriedly tugged them off your hips until you finally reached down to pull them off completely, tossing them away.

The way you cried out when his hand cupped you again, this time through your panties, was nothing less than lewd. He tugged your thighs open further, one of them resting across his own, leaving you completely open to his fingers.

"Sound so pretty," he mumbled, teeth grazing your neck where he continued to mouth at you.

You wrapped one hand around his wrist, dragging his fingers up ever so slightly until you were able to push them past the band of your panties. He immediately took over, fingers diving between your folds to find just how wet you were for him. He groaned, pulling away from your neck to meet your gaze, his lips open just slightly as he brushed against your clit. Your hips twitched and you found yourself clinging to his arm as you whined.

"So sensitive, little one," he whispered, wrapping his free hand around your thigh to pull you even closer to him until you were completely in his lap with your back tucked to his chest.

"Tae..." you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he began to press kisses to your shoulder ― the sweater not allowing you to feel it properly but enjoying it nonetheless.

"Yeah baby?" he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand move beneath the fabric of your panties.

"C-Can..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn and he tsked.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, baby," he assured, fingers now running across your folds without dipping between ― teasing you.

"Can you...take them off?" you asked, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze.

"If that's what you want," he pulled his hand out of your panties and you whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle, "So needy, huh?"

His thumbs hooked into the band and he pushed them down your thighs. You pulled your legs up to help him take them off ― tossing them off somewhere else to join your jeans. He gripped your knees, roughly tugging them open until your cunt was completely exposed to him ― glistening in the dim light and flushed swollen with your arousal.

"Fuck, babygirl..." he breathed, reaching down to run his fingertips through your parted folds, "Such a pretty little pussy, hm?"

Deep in your mind, you wondered where he learned such delicious dirty talk from ― seeing as he didn't even know the proper word for courting. The thought was completely wiped from your mind, however, when he used two fingers to spread your folds open. Your hole clenched around nothing and Taehyung let out a choked groan.

"St-Stop staring!" you whined, snapping your thighs closed around his hand.

Taehyung growled, wrapping his hand around your throat again and pulling the back of your head against his chest. You whimpered, eyes flicking up to briefly catch his glare. His jaw was set, glaring down at you with a gaze that made you feel incredible small.

"Spread your fucking legs," he ordered, tone making your eyes flutter slightly. When you hesitated to do as he said, he leaned closer until his mouth brushed your ear, "I said...spread your legs."

You whimpered, bottom lip trembling as you pouted, slowly opening your legs back up. Too slow for his liking, he jerked one open and pinned the other down until you were just as exposed as before. His hand cupped your entire core, middle finger sliding between the folds.

"That's more like it," he sighed, finally releasing your neck, "You better act right, baby, or else I'll have to punish you."

His words made you tremble, thighs twitching ever so slightly. He raised a brow at your reaction, an almost detached look coming across his face.

"Would you like that? To be punished?" when you only whimpered, he smirked, "I see...how would you like it, hm? To be choked until your lungs burn for air? Or maybe if I spanked your little cunt?"

"Tae..." you felt your hole clench, sending a gush of arousal to meet his fingers.

"Oh?" he chuckled, making you cheeks burn, "You'd like to be slapped, huh?"

Before you could even think up a reply from your foggy brain, a sharp pain right against your clit had you crying out. Your eyes found his face but he was watching as he smacked your cunt again. His fingers ran over your folds to soothe the sting and he laughed.

"Interesting..." he hummed, middle finger circling around your clit. Your eyes fluttered and your hips arched into the touch more.

His index and ring fingers spread your folds, his middle finger swirling over the hardened bud until you were moaning. He pulled the hood back, exposing it even more to his sensitive touches. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you choked out his name.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "Does it feel nice to have your little clit touched?"

"Y-Yes!" you squeaked, reaching down to take hold of his wrist. Your body was practically vibrating as you trembled beneath the almost too much stimulation. Suddenly, his touch was gone and you were left still trembling with the remnants of his fingers lingering.

"It's alright," he cooed, wrapping one of his arms around you to hold you tighter against him, "I've got you, little one."

"Please, Tae," you begged, burying your face into his arm, thighs trembling still spread.

"What is it?" he asked, voice soft as silk.

"Your...Your fingers," you canted your hips up ever so slightly and he hummed.

"Want my fingers inside?" he asked, although he already knew before you nodded.

He hummed, two fingers finding your spasming entrance, coating them in your juices. You held your breath as he finally sunk them inside you, stretching you deliciously even though you were plenty wet enough. His fingers were big, filling you up nice and deep. Gasping against Taehyung's arm, you mindlessly ground your hips up as he slowly pulled them out. You didn't get to mourn their loss for long because he was quickly pushing them back in ― slick sounds accompanying the movement.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered, "So small...Shit, how long has it been since you've been fucked, pretty girl?"

"Ah-Never..." you gasped, hand circling around his wrist as you squirmed.

His fingers paused, halfway inside and you whined, "You've never been with somebody?"

"N-No, Tae," you whined, using your hand on his wrist to push his fingers back inside, "J-Just you...only you!"

He cursed under his breath, wrapping his arm tighter around you before he began to finger fuck you wholeheartedly. The sounds pouring from your lips only spurred him on, your cunt tight like a vice around just two of his fingers.

"This little cunt won't ever be able to take my cock, sweetheart," he growled, crooking his fingers up to nail that little spot that made you sob, "I'm gonna be too big for you."

"W-Want it a-anyway, Tae," you cried, nails digging into his wrist. Tears welled up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks as your body was sent into overload.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you open until you can't take anymore?" he groaned, "Watch your virgin cunt get stuffed full of a cock you simply can't handle...have you make those pretty noises while you cream all over me..."

His words seemed more self-indulgent than aimed at you but you whined and nodded anyway. His palm ground against your clit as his fingers filled you up so nice and you found yourself teetering on the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you panted, thighs twitching erratically in response to your pleasure."Go ahead, cum for me," he commanded, groaning alongside you as you tightened up around his fingers.

"Tae! 'S so good..." you slurred, eyes closed as you buried your face in his arm to ride out the pleasure he was giving you.

"Coming so prettily, little one," he whispered into your ear, fingers beginning to slow as your orgasm died down, "You're such a good girl."

"Ah...Tae," you whimpered as he pulled his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, sensitivity hitting you like a brick wall. Your thighs clenched shut, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of the most pleasure you'd ever received.

Taehyung slid his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of you on his tongue. His arm still held you tight as you continued to whimper against him.

"Taste so so good," he whispered, mostly to himself.

Once his digits were clean, he glanced down at you. It was clear you were still a bit overwhelmed and he cooed, shifting you in his lap until you were facing him. He pulled you into a hug and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Humans are so fragile," he whispered, "So overwhelmed...even that was too much for you, huh?"

You didn't respond, simply tucking your face away in his neck. You let your weight drop fully on his lap but froze immediately. You hadn't realized while you were being touched, how hard Taehyung's cock was against you but with a clear mind you could.

He was fucking big.

He chuckled darkly, lips finding your neck as he slowly made you grind against his covered length, "I told you, babygirl, I'm too big for your little pussy."

When you whined and tightened your grip on him, wanting to avoid the painful overstimulation, he simply chuckled. He let you cling to him and lay with him until your eyes fluttered shut ― sleep quickly and eagerly overcoming you.

Just as you sunk into darkness, you felt him press the softest of kisses against your forehead.

"My cute little human," he whispered, voice fading out as you finally fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were tucked cozily in your bed beneath your wool comforter. The sun was up and you groaned, kicking the blankets off as you grew warmer with every passing second.

You had on your sweater from yesterday and a pair of panties you hadn't been wearing. Looking beside you, you found the bed empty and sighed.

Despite yourself, you found yourself feeling disappointed he hadn't stayed the night. He had shown you such a sweet, caring side before you fell asleep. It had made your heart flutter, how he treated you so delicately yet used such a sharp tongue to fluster you.

"He's such a strange dude," you muttered, staring at the ceiling as you spread starfish on your bed.

There was a dull ache between your legs, reminding you of the night before. Feeling your cheeks flush, you sat up straight and hurriedly crawled out of bed intending to take a cold shower.

Drying your hair with a towel, you hunted around your closet for a cute outfit for the date. Briefly, you wondered if he was still planning to take you out. Excitement thrummed through your veins, a giddy smile lighting up your face and making your cheeks ache.

After choosing your outfit, you took a seat in front of the vanity you had set up. You had found a mirror at the monthly market a few ones back and decided it was the best purchase ever. You hadn't known mirrors were scarce on Izo Huen for whatever reason until you desperately needed one.

Deciding to leave your hair down, too lazy to try and make anything of it, you mindlessly spun around in your chair.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your chest that made your heart race. Leaning your head back against the back of the chair, you ran your hands over your face with a groan.

"I actually miss him," you scoffed, leaning forward to rest your head on your vanity counter, "What is wrong with me?"

The day seemed to drag on longer than any other as you waited for Taehyung to arrive. The heat hadn't even bothered you, your mind too muddled with thoughts of your date. You wondered if he would hold your hand and where he planned to take you.

As the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon, you were more antsy and began to pace your living room. Every once in a while, you'd glance out your window in hopes a passing man would be Taehyung. Unfortunately, you were mistaken every time.

Before long, you began to realize that he simply wasn't going to show up. You changed into your pajamas, rejection burning in your veins before sitting on your bed. The streetlights and the moon cast a decent glow around you.

Your feelings were hurt. You’d been stood up by an alien.

Your heart ached and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You flopped over, covering your face with a pillow before screaming into it.

"What a jerk!" you shouted in the material.

By the time you went to sleep, your simmering anger gave way to pitiful dejection. Your eyes were wet with tears as you closed them.

He was polluting your mind, everywhere you went you found yourself hoping that he'd turn up around the next corner. You’d hoped he would come knocking on your door with a sheepish smile, apologizing.

Though as the days passed and you had seen neither hide nor hair of him, the prospect of an apology made you angry. You didn't want his stupid apology anymore.

A week lapsed and it was time, once again, for your weekly log.

Sitting in front of the camera, you sighed, "The...friend I had made seems to have disappeared. It's weird, I was perfectly content by myself but once he showed up and vanished ― it's made me lonely," you gnawed on your bottom lip before sighing, disappointment becoming a common feeling in your life by then, “Maybe I need to make some friends but...I can't explain it; the Sehebon are such a strange race that it feels like it's going to be really difficult to make friends. There's really nothing eventful that happened worth logging besides my own problems so...I'll sign off."

A couple clicks on your computer had the log sent. You'd be getting paid again soon, perhaps you'd be able to go out and find something to do for yourself. Maybe you'd hit the jackpot and find someone who would want to be your friend.

It felt childish, the need for friendship you had. But with Taehyung's absence, your loneliness was at an all time high.

It was beginning to get dark and you decided to say 'fuck it' and get dressed. You'd find something to do ― you hadn't really checked out nearly all the districts of Fia and you knew there were some popular places to hang out.

It was a long walk to the area they dubbed the Social District. The second you stepped onto the rowdy street, you were blown away by the flashing lights and heavy bass emanating from the various buildings.

They had their own clubs.

You suddenly felt out of place and awkward, weaving through the giant people blocking the streets as they talked with friends. It seemed like no one saw you, as if you were just invisible to them. You moved to the sidewalk, being able to squeeze by the people and avoid the large crowd that filled the street.

You slipped into a pub ― judging by the tables and bar. You couldn't read the sign but you still walked in anyway. It wasn't very crowded, a few tables still open. The vibe inside was much cooler and calmer and you felt yourself begin to relax.

Walking up the bar, you took a seat, grabbing a menu without thinking about it.

"God dammit," you muttered, staring at the alphabet you still couldn't read.

"Can I help you?" the tender asked, moving to stand in front of you.

"Uh...I can't read this," you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

"That's alright, what do you like?" she pulled the menu from your hands and looked over it herself.

"Do you have any good alcohol?" you slumped against the counter, chin resting in your hand.

She regarded you with furrowed brows, closing the menu, "You do know alcohol is poisonous, right?"

"Wait what?" your head snapped up and the woman laughed.

"Alcohol is poisonous to us. We don't drink it," she placed the menu back where you got it and smiled, "We have some Soda."

"You do?" you perked up at that, not tasting soda since you'd left Earth. You watched eagerly as she filled a glass with brown liquid, placing it in front of you.

"It's not...Earth's soda but it's basically the same," she smiled, "It's got seltzer and sugary syrup in it."

You thanked her before she was whisked away to take care of another customer, leaving you by yourself. You sipped out of the straw, sighing at the taste. It was slightly off compared to the soda you were used to but bubbling seltzer had you smiling.

"_____?" you jumped at the sound of your name, choking on your drink and erupting into a fit of coughing. A hand carefully patted your back until you calmed down, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's fine," you choked out, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times to rid the feeling. Your eyes flicked up to meet Taehyung's and you felt a frown fall over your face before you realized it, "Taehyung."

His brows furrowed at your using his full name but he didn't say anything, "I uh...didn't know you came around here."

"It's my first time," you muttered, turning back to sip on your drink. When you didn't offer another opening for a conversation he let out a sigh and slid up next to you between the vacant seat beside you. You didn't have any choice but to interact, seeing at he wasn't going to back off.

"I'm sorry I missed our...date," the word still sounded foreign on his tongue, "I had urgent business to attend to in Holis."

"You don't owe me anything Taehyung," you muttered, failing to mask the hurt in your voice.

He sighed again, "I had to go visit a friend of mine, he was stranded and couldn't get home on his own. I promise that's all it was, _____."

You sighed, feeling your hurt and anger soften. Turning to look at him, you opened your mouth to reply but were interrupted.

“Whoa, is this the little human?” a loud voice from behind you made you jump. Twisting around, you saw a large man with biceps so big his t-shirt was stretched taut, “Oh you are a cutie!”

“U-Um...hello,” you greeted timidly.

"Uh yeah," Taehyung smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "This is _____. And _____ this is Wonho."

"N-Nice to meet you," you held out your hand, gasping when he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

"It's my pleasure," you could hear Taehyung let out a long sigh, "Bartender, I'll take a Blue Ice please. I gotta take a leak," he muttered the last part to himself, fingers lingering on your shoulder before he disappeared.

"You drinking a soda?" Wonho asked, peering into your glass, "Mind if I have a sip?"

"I guess not," you shrugged, watching him wrap his hand around the glass and bring it to his lips.

He was good looking, you couldn't deny. He had cute ears that stuck out just slightly and pretty teeth as he grinned at you. You found yourself comparing him to Taehyung ― deducing Taehyung definitely set your heart racing the second you looked at him.

"You know," Wonho placed your glass back down in front of you, "I was surprised to hear Taehyung was fooling around with a little human. I never thought he'd be the type."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows furrowing as you mindlessly stirred your drink with your straw.

"Well I just can't believe he's actually giving in to it," Wonho said, pulling out a menu to look over it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you muttered, quite blunt.

He seemed surprised, chuckling and waving his hand, "Just the whole human kink that's going on. You know, since humans have started coming here it's become like a game to see who can actually manage to bang one. Can't believe Taehyung managed to snag one."

Your eyes drifted to your glass, the ice melting in your soda ― watering it down. A human kink?

"So...I'm just a conquest?" you whispered, though you were sure Wonho didn't hear as he was ordering a drink.

So many things bubbled up inside you; anger, humiliation, shame. Humiliation at the fact you'd been used, shame over the fact you fell for it and were so close to giving in, and anger of the audacity he had to do such a thing to you. Tears stung your eyes and you bit your lip to hold them back.

"Oh man, that looks delicious," Taehyung groaned, grabbing his tall glass of blue drink and taking a sip.

"I'm leaving," you muttered, sliding off your stool and moving to walk away.

You were stopped by a hand grabbing your elbow. Taehyung stared at you, brows drawn together.

"You just got here," he muttered, obviously confused by your sudden change.

You scoffed, "I'm going home, Taehyung."

You snatched your arm out of his grip and stormed out the doors and onto the busy streets. You could vaguely hear your name being shouted but it was quickly covered by the noisiness of the people. Crossing your arms over your chest, you weaved through the bodies. Tears were burning your eyes but you held them back.

"Hey a human!" you heard someone shout but you didn't stop, "Why don't you come party?"

'The whole human kink.' Wonho's words echoed in your mind, making it harder to fight your tears. 'It's become a game to see who can bang one."

By the time you reached your front door, your jaw was aching with keeping your tears in. Slamming the door behind you, you immediately burst into tears ― bringing your hands up to cover your eyes with your sleeves. Sniffling, you dropped onto your couch and let your sobs out freely.

Hugging one of your throw pillows, you attempted to calm yourself down. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering against your will, there was a series of sharp knocks against your door. You didn't move, silently waiting to see if they'd go away.

Unfortunately, the knocks became harsher and more frantic. Deciding that they weren't going to go away, you stood up and dragged your feet to the door.

You already had a feeling who it was and you weren't wrong ― Taehyung standing on the other side. His fist was raised like he was going to knock again and his hair was a complete wreck. His shirt clung to him with sweat and his breathing was a little heavy.

"What do you want Taehyung?" you muttered, crossing your arms around yourself.

"You've been crying," he whispered, moving to step forward but stopped when you moved back, "I knew you were upset. What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Don't!" you snapped, turning on your heel and storming into your house.

"What?" Taehyung whispered, closing the door gently behind him.

"Don't call me that," you said, keeping your back to him so he wouldn't see your tears.

It felt so nice to have him call you pet names so gently. But you remembered it was just a ruse to lure you in ― and it was so hard not to fall.

"Why not? I thought you liked being called that?" he sounded so confused and you could imagine he looked akin to a kicked puppy.

"Because it's not fair!" you shouted, finally turning around, "You can't just play those games with me because I'm a human, Taehyung!"

"I really...What are you talking about?" his voice was so soft, so gentle. He took a couple steps towards you, hands outstretched, "I'm not playing any games."

"Oh yeah?" you scoffed, wiping away a few stray tears from your cheeks, "Wonho told me about your disgusting kink! You don't care about me, you just wanted to be able to say you fucked a human!"

"Wh―" he stumbled over his words, irises desperately scanning over you, "That's not...true."

You scoffed, shaking your head., "You're so unfair, Taehyung." he cocked his head to the side curiously, "You made me like you and I trusted you. But you just...you really aren't any different from men on Earth, huh?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm different!" he argued, his own eyes growing glassy, "I never lied to you, _____. I promise!"

"You just wanted to use me as a conquest, something to brag about," you breathing stuttered as you sobbed, "And I almost fell for it!"

"Would you listen to me?!" he snapped, suddenly moving and pinning you against the wall.

He was caging you in, scent overwhelming you and making more tears fall from your eyes. You refused to meet his gaze, even though you could feel his eyes burning into you. You sniffled, staring down at your cardigan sleeves that were functioning as sweater paws.

"I never once intended to use you like that," Taehyung growled, voice giving away his frustration, "Everything I have said and done for you is real and not because you're a human. I don't want you as a...a...conquest," the word sounded foreign on his tongue, "And I certainly am not like your pathetic human men on Earth. I am better in every single way."

"Taehyung..."

"Stop calling me that!" he snapped, making you jump, "I-I want you to call me Tae!"

"I don't think..." you shook your head.

"Why won't you believe me?" he sighed, voice going soft, "Is it really so easy to lose trust in me when I haven't even done anything? You heard my friend say some stupid nonsense a-and you're suddenly convinced I'm evil!"

When he put it like that, you felt silly. Your own insecurities caught up with you and you shifted awkwardly in your place against the wall. You sheepishly looked up to find him staring at you, eyes dark beneath his long bangs. They were damp from sweat and you swallowed thickly at how good he looked.

"I'm sorry Tae..." you mumbled, nibbling on your lip beneath his glare, "I just...I really like you and I don't want you to―

"Listen to me," he tilted your head up, making you look at him directly. His eyes were much softer now and your eyes felt hot once more, "I have no intention of hurting you. You can trust me, _____. I promise."

It felt like all self-control slipped through your fingers as you suddenly surged forward to press your lips against his. Standing on you tippy-toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He eagerly kissed you back, arms wrapping around you ― teeth nipping at your bottom lip to make you whine.

One of his hands traveled lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. You could feel his length hardened in his jeans ― and it was just as big as you remembered. It made you whimper, feeling him so hard against you. You squeaked when the floor was suddenly pulled out from beneath you and you found yourself pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, his weight supporting you.

You whined when his lips found your neck, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath your ear. He smirked at the feeling of you shuddering against him.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked against your skin. You whimpered and nodded, feeling your pussy clench and gush into your panties, "Do you want me to touch you? Tell me."

"Yes please, Tae," you begged, blushing when he chuckled at your desperation.

The wall was pulled out from behind you and you scrambled to hold onto him around his shoulders, "I got you," he reassured, turning to walk through the open doorway of your bedroom.

You were deposited onto your mattress, making you bounce slightly on it. Taehyung was covering your body once more, however, as he met your lips for another kiss. Resting his weight on one forearm beside your head, he used the other to push your shirt up.

Getting the hint, you pulled your cardigan off and tossed it off the side of the bed before tugging your shirt off as well. Taehyung groaned, his lips kissing the swell of your breast above your bra. His fingers trailed over your bra ― cupping you and sighing softly.

You were surprised by your own boldness as you reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Before you could tug it off, however, Taehyung pinned your arms above your head and growled.

"Why are you so eager?" he asked, making your blush further.

"I-I just want you to touch me..." you confessed, lashes fluttering when he leaned down to brush his lips against your lips once more.

"There's no rush, little one," he cooed, "I'm not going anywhere until I've made you cum for me."

You clenched your thighs with a whimper at the pressure in your core. He pulled off your bra, finally, tossing it away and sitting back to admire your body. You were laid out beneath him, breasts heaving in your arousal.

His head dipped down and you held your breath as he enveloped a perked nipple into his mouth. Your hands flew up to clutch at his hair, back arching. His teeth grazed the bud, and groaned at the way you whined.

"Fuck, you're so responsive to everything I do," he gasped, pulling his lips away from your nipple. His fingers found it and brushed his thumb nail over and you choked out a sob, "I love it so much..."

"T-Tae please!" you whined, arching your hips up.

"Alright, baby," he cooed, flicking the button of your jeans open and tugging them down. Your panties went with them but neither of you cared, "Look at that. So wet."

"Please touch me, Tae," you begged, spreading your legs wider around him.

"You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?" he asked, watching the way your breath stuttered at his question. When you didn't answer, he gave your cunt a swift smack. You cried out, clutching at the blankets desperately, "I asked you a question."

"N-No I've never― " you were cut off by his fingers sliding over your clit softly.

"Do you want to?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, yes please, Tae!" you gasped, eyes wide when he shifted down the bed until his head was positioned over your core.

"So pretty, baby," he sighed, spreading your folds open to expose the pretty wet hole that clenched desperately around nothing.

Your mouth fell open, a stuttered breath escaping you when his tongue slid over your entrance up to your clit. He hummed, licking his lips to chase the taste. He looked like he was in heaven, swirling his tongue over your bud and chuckling when your whole body trembled.

"Love how you react to me," he whispered, mostly to himself. He tongued at your hole to taste your juices once more before dragging up to your clit once again, "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Tae!" you cried, tugging his hair harshly though he didn't seem to mind.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. You keened, eyes rolling back into your head at the stimulation. You nearly screamed when you were suddenly filled with two long fingers.

"Fuck!" you cried, back arching. You abandoned your hold on his hand to wrap your hands beneath your knees ― keeping yourself open for him.

"Good girl," he praised, making you smile down at him.

He pressed a kiss against your thigh before diving down to take your clit into his mouth again. His fingers stretched you open, catching your g-spot every chance he got. He reached so deep inside you with just his fingers and you suddenly remembered how big his dick was. Just the thought of it had your walls clenching around his fingers. He groaned in response, the vibrations against your clit making your thighs twitch.

"A-Another finger, Tae, please," you begged, voice not above a whisper.

"Can you handle that, sweetheart? Your little cunt’s already stretched around two," he teased, his index finger beginning to nudge against your entrance.

"N-Need it," you gasped, "Need to take it for you cock."

His fingers froze and you felt him exhale sharply against your core ― as if the air had been punched out of him. Glancing down, you saw his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

"Don't say things like that, little girl," he growled, finally pushing the third finger into you, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Tae I― " your words died on your tongue when he enveloped your clit once again.

You felt stuffed with his fingers, the digits making your entrance stretch deliciously. You lost your grip on your knees and let them fall open once again. Taehyung's tongue danced over the sensitive nerves, eyes closed as he relished in having your cunt wrapped around his fingers. You were gushing, coating the digits in your juices and he couldn't wait to have them in his mouth.

"W-Wanna cum, Tae," you gasped, reaching above you to grip desperately at the pillow.

He reached up, pulling on one of your hands until you released the material. You felt your walls clench tight when he urged you to put your hands on his head.

He wanted you to pull at his hair.

Not one to reject such an offer, you tangled both your hands in the soft locks as he began to fuck you with his fingers eagerly. The wet noises were obscene, mixed with your moans made an incredible melody for Taehyung.

The fact he was the only one who had ever had you like that made his cock throb. His hips moved mindlessly against the bed beneath him to get some stimulation. His cock hurt in the confines of his jeans but he didn't dare try to pull it out.

Suddenly, your walls clenched tight and the grip on his hair began to sting the harder you pulled. Sobbing out his name, your entire body began to quake beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming and you snapped your thighs closed around his head. He didn't pull away, however, keeping his lips attached to the throbbing bud through your orgasm ― milking every spectacular second until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

He gasped as he pulled away, sitting back on his heels before pulling his fingers out of you. He spread your folds, groaning at the way you gaped slightly from being stretched open. Sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth, his whole body trembled and he reached down to palm himself through his jeans.

The feeling of a smaller hand covering his had his eyes snapping open. He pulled his fingers out and stared down at you as you shyly palmed him through the material. He groaned, head falling back.

"C-Can I..." you trailed off, not quite sure what you were asking.

"I...I don't know..." he bit his lip, apprehensive.

"Please Tae?" you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Shit, alright," he whispered, switching your positions. He scooted up until his back rested against your headboard, shoving your pillows aside to make room for himself, "Come here. Sit on my lap, pretty girl."

Your hands were trembling as you did what you were asked, swinging your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. As you pressed your full weight on him, he tossed his head back in a groan. The pressure of you sitting on him felt spectacular.

Gripping his shoulders, you suddenly felt shy with his eyes on you. He gazed at your body on top of him like you were a goddess, hands drifting up your sides and cupping your breasts. Thumbing your nipples, he smiled crookedly when you shivered at the feeling. He cupped your cheeks, finally, and pulled you down for a soft kiss.

"Go ahead and grind on me, baby," he cooed, gripping your hips to urge you to move.

The first grind against him had him releasing the most beautiful moan that you felt yourself gush in response. His head leaned back against the headboard, watching through lidded eyes the way your cunt ground against his cock through his jeans. He wishes he could take it out and feel your wetness drip all over him ― to feel you cream against him as you came. He swallowed the urge down and continued to guide you.

"D-Does it feel good?" you asked, biting your lip as you watched his jaw tense as he held back his moans.

"So good, babygirl," he groaned, feeling his heart stutter when you proudly grinned down at him, "You're so fucking cute."

"D-Don't call me cute when I'm doing this," you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Doing what?" his head rolled against his shoulder and he smirked at you, "Go on and say it."

"No..." You whispered, clutching his shirt. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.

"Why so shy, little one?" he chuckled, kissing your temple and trailing his hand up your back before cupping the back of your head, "Grinding your wet little cunt against me like this...wanting to make me cum. And you want to act shy?"

You whimpered, gasping into his ear so prettily that he shuddered. He felt his orgasm coming and he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Close..." he whispered, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist while he other clenched in your hand, "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

"Please cum, Tae," you begged, gasping when he wrenched your face out from where you were hiding in his neck.

"You want my cum?" he panted, mouth falling open as you fastened your pace. You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair, "How about you cum first for me?"

Your eyes fluttered, realizing with his words how close you were to another orgasm. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against him. He hummed in response, smiling in the kiss when you started trembling in his lap.

You pulled away from the kiss and tossed you head back as you cried out his name, gushing against his jeans. Taehyung cursed, his own hips stuttering beneath you.

By the time you came down, you realized how wet his jeans were beneath you. You whined, falling off the side of his lap. He still sat up, chest heaving as he caught his breath. With his eyes closed, he didn't see you cupping his softening length through the wet material. He hissed, brushing your hand off of him.

"I-Is that all your..."

"I should get home," he interrupted. You frowned, watching him stand up and shift uncomfortably.

"Can't you stay?" you asked, finding yourself not wanting him to leave.

"Sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, "Maybe another time." With a final, departing kiss, he turned and stepped out of the door. He paused, however, and looked back at you, "Be ready tomorrow, 8PM. I'll take you for dinner."

You were left alone on the bed with a little smile on your lips ― the promise of seeing him tomorrow making you giddy.

You felt apprehensive when 8PM rolled around and there was no sign of him ― the time blinking on the screen of your computer. You sat on your desk chair, watching the moments tick by.

It was nearing 8:30 when there were a series of knocks on your door. You jumped to your feet and raced to the door, pulling it open to see Taehyung with a guilty smile and a handful of flowers.

"Sorry I'm late I uh..." he cleared his throat and held the flowers over to you, "I had to go a bit out of my way to get these."

"Oh Tae..." you smiled, taking them from his hands and bringing them up to your nose to smell, "They're beautiful."

"They're imported from Liana," he smiled, shrugging sheepishly.

"How'd you think of this?" You asked, motioning for him to enter your home as you went to your kitchen to put the flowers in water.

"Well..." he cleared his throat, "I just...I've been reading about human dates and just human things like that, you know?"

"You've been studying for our date?" you giggled, putting the flowers on your counter before turning to him. He looked shy, keeping his eyes averted from you, "I really appreciate it, Tae."

"Really?" his eyes lit up and he grinned his adorable smile.

"I think it was very thoughtful," you led him back to the door and out into the cool night.

"There's this place I really like around my place," he suddenly explained, taking your hand in his as he helped you down from the stoop, "I like to go there with some friends. I think you'll like it!"

"I'm sure I'll like anything, Tae," you admitted, smiling when he squeezed your hand in response.

The two of you made simple talk as you made your way to the restaurant. You hadn't had the opportunity to go to one in the time you'd lived on Izo Huen.

It was a simple, small building with an Open sign in English. You grinned, bouncing inside tugging Taehyung by his hand excitedly.

"Pick a seat, little one," Taehyung cooed, nudging your back.

It was set up exactly like a restaurant on Earth and you slid yourself into a booth, grinning. Taehyung took the spot across from you, lounging back as he looked at the menu. You followed his lead and opened the menu yourself. Eyes wide, you realized you were able to read everything.

"Hey...It's in English!" you muttered, eyes scanning over the words. They were translated underneath into what Taehyung could understand ― the characters and symbols lost on you.

"Yeah it's the only place around here that does it," he shrugged, "I figured you might enjoy that."

"You're..." you grinned, shaking you head, "You're so thoughtful, Tae. I really appreciate it."

He shrugged, though you could see that his ears were tinged red.

You both ordered drinks and food, the atmosphere dissolving into one of calm company. You both chatted idly about anything ― Taehyung asking a lot of questions about Earth and him trying to teach you the different characters for his alphabet. He gave up when you just couldn't get a hang of it ― teasingly calling you illiterate and cooing when you pouted.

"Hey Tae," you muttered, picking at the salad you had ordered. He hummed, mouth full of some type of steak ― though the meat was of a consistency that made your stomach turn, "How did you learn to speak so...casually?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, sipping his soda.

"You know..." you blushed, realizing the question wasn't really something to ask over the dinner table, "When you talk you use a lot of slang terms. Like...in bed," You whispered the last word and picked at your salad again.

"Oh," Taehyung chuckled, "See, I have a friend who has been to Earth a few times. He has a lot of...interesting material that he let me read. And he kind of taught me some popular slang on Earth."

"You didn't have to go to so much effort, Taehyung," you whispered, although you were grinning. Your heart fluttered in your chest nonetheless.

"I wanted to," he suddenly set a hard gaze on you, "I want you to like me and I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want to be good for you."

"Tae..." you reached across the table and cupped his hand in yours, "I already like you very much. You make me feel comfortable and you make me feel very happy."

He grinned, looking away from you shyly but squeezed your hand tightly.

The walk home was peaceful, you found yourself wrapping your arms around one of Taehyung's ― wanting to be close to him. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, squeezing your hand tightly and staring down at you with sparkling eyes. It felt like he looked at you like you hung up the moon ― it made you feel fluttery inside.

"Do you want to come inside, Tae?" you asked, opening your front door.

He hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside. He kicked his boots off along with you, watching as you tucked both of them away in the corner. You went to your bedroom to change into something comfortable ― settling on some pajama pants and an oversized sweater. When you walked back out, Taehyung was sitting at your desk looking at your computer.

"What's this?" he gestured to your setup with your camera.

"It's where I record the logs needed to send back to Earth," you explained, "I update my superiors every week on things that are happening. When I learn something new about the culture or something interesting happens."

"Interesting," he muttered, sitting there for a moment before standing up and navigated over to your couch.

You dropped into the seat beside him and molded yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss against the top of your head. The silence was comfortable and you rested your head on his chest ― listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey Tae?" he hummed, looking down at you when you looked up at him, "Can I have a kiss?"

His gaze softened and he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. He went to pull away but you followed him, pulling him into a deep kiss making him moan. Swinging your leg over his lap, you straddled him boldly. He seemed surprised by it but didn't say anything, just moving his lips against yours.

"Tae," you whispered against his lips, "I want to touch you, please?"

"_____― " he pulled away from the kiss, pushing you back slightly by your shoulders.

"You keep saying I can't handle it, but I can!" you argued, pouting at being pushed back.

"I don't want to hurt you, _____," his brows came together in a deep furrow, "It wasn't just talk when I said you couldn't handle it. It's too much, you're too...small."

"It turns you on though doesn't it?" you teased, noticing how he was growing hard beneath you, "Can't we at least try, Tae?"

"I-I..." his head fell back when you ground against him, "Fuck, we can try."

You held in a squeal of joy when he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed and stripped his shirt off.

It was the first time seeing him naked and you sat up to admire his body. He was fit, as you expected. His stomach was flat with a small trail of hair leading beneath his jeans. On his shoulders were patches embedded in his skin that reflected off the dim light of your bedroom.

"What..." you sat up on your knees, brushing your fingers over them. It felt like normal skin, and you hummed in wonder.

"They're...light-sensitive patches that we just...never evolved out of," he explained, "They were useful for survival when we dominated the deserts. Now they're just...here."

"Interesting," you muttered, trailing your hand down his chest and stomach to the button on his jeans.

Before you could flick it open, however, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you back to the bed. His gaze was dark, making you shiver underneath it. He smelled wonderful and you reached up with your free hand to brush his bangs out of his eyes.

"You've got another thing coming if you think you'll get anywhere near my cock before I think you're good and ready, little one," he growled, making your thighs clench at the sound.

You whined when he rushed to discard your clothes, not wasting a single second in getting you bare for him. He palmed himself through his jeans as he looked down at you, licking his lips.

"So pretty," he whispered, smoothing his hand down your body. Smirking, he pinched one of your nipples to hear the way you whined, "Spread your legs for me."

You hurriedly did as you were told, shame and inhibitions thrown out the window. You felt nervous under his gaze but with every compliment and soft touch ― you began to feel better. Mouth falling open, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your folds.

"You're so wet," he mumbled, more to himself, "Are you always so wet, baby?"

"Y-You're the only one ― "

"I know that but when you touch yourself, pretty baby," he glanced up when you tensed, "I know you do. Tell me do you get this wet?"

"O-Only when I think of you," you admitted before you could think twice about it. You felt your cheeks burn at your own admission but Taehyung cursed and grunted as he squeezed his cock.

"You're such a good girl," he praised, fingertips trailing up your body again. Goosebumps ignited across your skin and you arched your back to get more of the feeling of his touch.

His fingers eagerly dipped back between your thighs to find your entrance. You whimpered when he immediately slipped a single digit inside. It felt nice but unfulfilling.

He pulled his finger out and circled it over your clit ― using your own juices to lubricate the movement. You hummed, eyes fluttering as he circled the bud several times. When your thighs began to tense, he pushed his finger back inside.

He continued the teasing until you were whining beneath him. Suddenly he pressed his thumb against the bud, circling and pressing against it relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum!" you warned, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Go ahead, pretty baby," he urged, not pausing in his torture of your clit.

You came quickly, arching and trembling on the bed. Your cunt was empty, gushing and clenching around nothing. His touches on your clit slowed until they stopped all together.

You figured he'd give you a moment to recover but, he was suddenly sliding two fingers inside you. You were so wet from your orgasm, your cum slicking down his fingers and onto the bed. You sobbed, grinding your hips into his touch. He didn't try touching your clit or your spot, showing that much mercy. Instead, he leaned down to envelop a perked nipple in his mouth while he scissored his fingers, stretching you a bit more.

You hummed, cupping the back of his head to keep him in place. He didn't seem to mind, beginning to fuck his two fingers into you faster.

"A-Another, please," you requested, whimpered when he immediately did so.

There was a slight, tiny burn that immediately gave way to pleasure. His palm pressed against your clit ― still so sensitive that it made you tremble. As he fucked you with his fingers, he switched to give your other breast attention.

Your hips jerked with his every movement, following the pace he'd set. Every time he brushed your g-spot and you whined, he would laugh.

He took so much enjoyment in your pleasure it was almost baffling. You were always sure that men would be selfish and unsatisfying in bed but Taehyung was nothing but attentive.

Perhaps he was right; he was better than any human man.

"Cum again for me," he purred, swiping his tongue along your chest before meeting your neck.

The feeling of his fingers and teeth on your neck had you inching closer to the edge of the abyss.

"T-Tae, please," you whined, grinding your hips down, "T-Touch me, please."

He hummed, moving his thumb to press against your clit. The simple touch set you off and you were coming once again beneath him. Your body was on fire, sweat sticking to you and making you pant. It crested beautifully and faded out into trembles and whines.

He didn't remove his fingers, instead beginning to nudge a fourth into you ― his pinky finger. His eyes met yours, keeping his eyes on your face as he stretched you further than he had before. The width of his hand was bordering on painful but you found it highly enjoyable. His thumb continued to circle your clit even as you sobbed in overstimulation. Your spasming walls eagerly accepted the new stretch and you found yourself relaxing into it.

He was quickly going to send you to another orgasm but before you could fall off the edge again, he removed his thumb. You whined, grinding your hips to chase the feeling. His eyes drifted down to where his fingers were buried into you, smoothing two of his fingers from his free hand over your folds.

"Stretched so wide," he muttered, scooping up some of your cum on the digits and popping them in his mouth. Your walls squeezed his fingers in response to his display.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you cried out at being empty so fast. Your walls weren't able to close properly and you closed your thighs at the feeling.

Instead of stopping you, Taehyung stepped off the bed. Your mouth went dry when he unbuttoned his jeans and began to shuffle them down his thighs.

You realized he wasn't wearing underwear when his cock popped free ― flushed incredibly red at the head and leaking precum down the shaft. He visibly shuddered when his cock was free from its confines and he quickly wrapped his hand around himself ― giving himself a few good squeezes.

He was just as big as you thought. His fingers didn't meet when wrapped around the girth. He was wider than his four fingers and so long that you found yourself whimpering at the thought of him drilling into you that deep.

"You still think you can take me, little one?" he asked, crawling on the bed to kneel in front of you still clenched thighs.

"Y-Yeah...want it," you let your legs fall open, showing him your flushed and swollen cunt.

Her cursed, tapping the fat head of his cock against your cunt. You whimpered when you saw just how big it was compared to your own pussy. He was surely going to rip you in half but damn if you wouldn't enjoy every second.

His precum mixed with your cum as he slid his shaft between your folds, getting the underside of him nice and wet. You whimpered, feeling him grinding against your clit bringing you close to the orgasm you'd been denied.

Before you could fall into it, he positioned his tip at your entrance. Prodding ever so slightly, he sighed at the feeling of your heat against him. You spread your legs wider for him as he began to press inside.

You cried out, clutching the sheets beneath you as he stretched you wide open. The head of him was so thick, bordering on painful. You reached out to stop him from going any further, gritting your teeth at the feeling.

"You're okay," he whispered, shifting back so he pulled out of you.

You breathed heavily, relaxing once more as he circled your clit with his thumb. As your eyes fluttered, he began to press back inside. You whined as he pushed past what he had been, thumb not letting up on your clit. You walls spasmed around him, making him groan as you began to tremble.

The head of him popped inside and you cried out as you were sent over the edge. Taehyung's body fell over yours, catching himself on his hands beside your head. You sobbed, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure of being stretched as you were.

Taehyung's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around the head of his cock. When you calmed down to just little sniffles and whimpers, he leaned down to press his lips against your neck.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered. You nodded, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss.

He took that as his cue to sink further into you. The flare on the head of his cock was the thickest part of him and it felt much easier for the rest of him to slide in. He nudged your cervix and when you flinched at the pain, he pulled back slightly.

"Look at that," he chuckled looking between your bodies. Following his gaze, your eyes widened, "You can't even fit all of me inside you, little one."

He was right, you'd only managed to fit half his cock inside you. Your walls clenched around him at that.

"Feels so good, Tae," you whispered, feeling his cock twitch against your walls.

He grinned, moving his hips gently, sinking in as far as he comfortably could before pulling back out. Although he wasn't able to fit in you completely, he still found himself groaning against you

"Such a tight little cunt," he growled, nipping at your jaw, "Took me so well, like a good girl."

You began to grind your hips up as he sunk into you and he growled. Sitting back on his heels, he soothed his hand over your body to soothe you.

You cursed loudly when he snapped his hips much harder into you ― testing how much you could take. When you gushed and spasmed around him, he took that as a sign to keep going. You moaned so beautifully for him, body reacting like a dream to his every touch and movement.

Cunt stretched wide and stuffed full of cock, you couldn't even think of anything else. You felt drunk, dizzy and lightheaded. Taehyung cooed when you slurred out his name, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip to collect some drool there.

"You're so cute," he grinned, breaking out into a moan when you clenched him tight, "All you can think about is my cock, huh?"

"'S so good..." you whispered, the words coming out almost breathlessly.

"I know, baby," he replied, licking his lips as he moved to his cock pounding you open wider than you should have been able to take, "You're gushing and squeezing me so nice. Are you gonna cum? Can you cum for me?"

You swallowed and nodded, whining when he hit your cervix. It hurt but it blended in with the pleasure. Mindlessly, you reached down to find your clit ― intent on sending yourself over the edge.

"No, no baby," he cooed, brushing your fingers away, "You'll cum without touching your pretty clit, yeah?"

"C-Can't," you sobbed, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes.

"I think you can," he muttered, smoothing his hand over your lower stomach. "Fuck, look at that, babygirl."

You lazily followed his gaze to where his hand laid. Your cunt clenched at the sight of your stomach bulging every time he sunk in ― his cock literally molding you around it. You gasped, your high bubbling in your stomach.

"Wanna cum!" you cried, attempting to reach down and circle your clit again only to be stopped once more.

"I said no, little one," he snapped, pinning your hands above your head as he loomed above you, "You can do it. Cum for me."

Your body went still, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you and stretching you. His cock was so big that he didn't even have to try to reach any good spots within you.

Astoundingly, you shrieked as your orgasm finally washed over you. Taehyung cursed in your ear, fucking you ruthlessly through the high. Distantly, you felt wetness splatter between your thighs and coat both of you. You chanted his name as you squirmed and writhed at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shit, I'm― " Taehyung's warning was cut off by a groan.

His weight fell on you fully and he hid his face in your neck as he came. You hugged him against you, still trembling as he pumped his hot cum into you. There was so much, his cock keeping his cum plugged inside you. You gasped and twitched as you felt your stomach bloat over so slightly. You walls clenched around him, the idea of him filling you so much sending you into another quiet orgasm.

It was less spectacular than the others, but still left you gasping of air. Taehyung groaned in your ear as he felt you cum around his sensitive cock once again ― forcing a couple more spurts out of him to add.

It seemed like forever until his body finally relaxed. He continued to hold you, pressing kisses against any place he possibly could.

"That was...nice..." you muttered, making him laugh as he rolled off of you.

Your mouth fell open as he pulled his cock out ― it ached, there was no denying it. There was a gush of his cum, so much of it that it formed of pool beneath you. Your cheeks felt hot as Taehyung watched his cum pour out of your abused hole.

"Who knew my little human girl could take so much?" he teased, enjoyed the way you squirmed in embarrassment, "Want to take a shower?"

"Only if you will with me," you offered with a tired voice, watching his face morph into an expression of confusion.

"Is that some type of human thing?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his muscles.

"Apparently so," you whispered.

"Hey..." he paused from getting off of the bed. "You...you'll be here a while, right?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, clenching your thighs shut as you felt your core begin to burn and ache as you came back to yourself.

"Like...you won't have to go back to Earth any time, right?" his voice sounded small, almost fragile.

"I'll stay as long as I want to," you reassured, leaning over to kiss him but freezing before you could.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm just really fucking sore," you mumbled, flushing when he burst out laughing.

"Ah, my cute little human," he cooed, kissing your nose.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐥𝐥- 𝐌𝐞𝐳𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐢

Requested by @sofimoon27

⚠️Warnings: none

Type: Fluff

Background- Shoji doesn't really like to depend on other people, therefore, not telling anyone a he's sick. Oh but when class 1-A found out...

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 :)

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"Great, just freaking great." Sighing, Shoji set the thermometer back on the counter and stumbled to the kitchen in search of something, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, to soothe the pounding headache growing between his eyes, and maybe a little something for the scratchiness of his throat too. After rummaging through countless cupboards and drawers for what seemed like hours, he finally settled on a cup of warm honey-lemon water and a nice bowl of chicken noodle soup.

"Well, it's better than nothing," he sighs before tearing into the meal, greedy for nutrients.

"Shoji? Everything alright?"

Setting his cup on the table he turns and sure enough, clad in his school uniform, with his shadow trailing behind him is his best friend, Tokoyami.

"Everything's fine just wanted something comforting to eat," He says trying his best to mask his desperate attempt at a normal voice.

"Oh okay, well are you coming to class? I think we're learning our special moves."

"Yeah, Yeah, I'll uh catch-up later." Shoji muttered, extending one of his duplicate mouths towards his friend so that he might avoid eye contact. He could hear the suspicion in his voice, seeing as he's not eating a conventional breakfast.

"Oh okay. I'll see you in class then." Tokoyami says before turning to walk out towards the school.

"Yeah sure thing!" Shoji calls, putting an unnecessary amount of strain on his already fading voice.

Deciding to give up on the hope of food, he saunters back towards his dorm where, maybe he can at least use sleep to soothe his aching body. He doesn't get far and collapses on a couch in the common room, already asleep before his head has the chance to hit the pillow.

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Throbbing. That's all he feels as he wakes from his much needed nap. Though it did nothing to reduce the pain of his headache.

Then he hears it.

Whispering.

At first he thinks he's going crazy...until he opens his eyes.

"𝘙𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵."

"AH!", he screams, tumbling to the floor in a mess of blankets, pillows, and limbs.

Cocking her head at him, Tsuyu Asui, better known as Tsu to her friends, yells to the rest of the class, "Shoji's awake!"

In what looks like a stampede of students, all of class 1-A rushes over to check on their ill classmate.

"W-what is everyone doing here, shouldn't you all be in class?" He mutters, yet again extending one of his duplicate mouths towards the class as he turns his head away in embarrassment.

"Shoji, you slept through class..." Turning wide eyed, he finds his best friend standing arms crossed and staring at Shoji in a look that can only mean 'duh'

"Oh I-"

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

He could hear the hurt in his voice. He didn't mean to hurt him, honestly he thought he was fine, but obviously that wasn't the case.

"I-", Finally conceding, he manages to stammer out, "I didn't want anyone to worry. I thought I could take care of myself."

"But Shoji-"

"Please, Tokoyami, wait."

He didn't like this. Lying to his friends just because of his pride. He was always the one that protected everyone, whether it be from creeps like Mineta or when they were hurt, like he protected Tsu at the provisional exam. They didn't deserve this. Even if it hurt his pride, he had to admit, sometimes he needed help.

"I-I'm so sorry." He says, placing his head in one set of hands, while the other two wrap around his body in a cocoon-like manner. "I shouldn't have lied. I just didn't want to cause anyone any trouble."

"Shoji 𝘬𝘺𝘰, you would never cause trouble. You help us so much 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵."

"Yeah! You're the best!"

A round of nods and agreements went around the room as his classmates explained to him just how much he's appreciated, no matter the situation.

Feeling a hand placed upon his shoulder, he looks up to find Tokoyami right next to him, looking down at his friend with soft eyes.

"Just as you take care of us, we'll take care of you. Just please, let us know next time. You don't have to appear strong all the time. Sometimes being weak is a good thing. It shows that you're human."

"Okay, I'll do my best!" It was great to know he had such supportive friends. But what was that sound...

"MIDORIYA, YOU SHOULDN'T BE MUMBLING AT A TIME SUCH AS THIS!"

Anndd, there it is. Midoriya is mumbling and taking notes as usual while Class Rep Tenya Iida waves his hand like a robot in an attempt to make him stop.

"Yeah, like a said" Tokoyami laughs, "No matter the situation, were gon a be there for you."

And honestly, that's the best thing he could I heard.

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luckymeryl · 4 years

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Outlaw Insider Chapter 6

At long last, I have a new chapter. So sorry it took so long. For the rest of the story please check AO3 or the blog. So picking up where we left off. The girls and Vash are in town, and a fire breaks out. Tadah

Outlaw Insider synopsis: After a successful interview of Vash the Stampede, Meryl and Milly are now journalists who interview No-Man’s Land’s most terrible bounties. Vash decides to keep an eye on them only to find out just how capable the girls are.

Even with the help of her megaphone, speaking over the crowd seemed to be more trouble that Meryl had anticipated. Milly was lost in the mass of people enjoying the festivities, trying to encourage them to evacuate as the smoke came near. Few paid the girl any mind, assuming she was drunk, or perhaps they were too drunk themselves to listen. Meryl yelled through the speaker, pointing at the smoke while standing on a table, some laughing at the woman as if she were part of a one-woman show.

With a growl, she stepped down. "How do none of them see it?" She huffed, holding onto Milly for support on the last step to the ground. "We have to get them out of here before it's too late."

"Senpai, do you think we could use that?" She pointed up to the speakers at the church, probably meant for town announcements but currently playing festival music.

Meryl glanced up where her partner pointed. "Yes… yes Milly that's genius. Come on, we have to find the festival headquarters." She grabbed the other girl's hand, dodging through the crowd of people, towards a booth covered in flags marked "INFO" on all corners.

A teen boy sat behind the counter, eating foods from a nearby booth. "Yes?" He looked almost confused as to why anyone actually needed any help.

"There's a fire." Meryl was out of breath, she leaned on the counter with one hand, pointing toward the smoke with the other. "You have to use the intercom and evacuate the city. Everyone needs to get to safety. Now."

"Fire? Whe-" The teen stood, looking to where she pointed. The black smog had only grown thicker in the distance. Now the smell of burning wood and plaster was wafting through the air. "Fire!" He picked up a radio, calling over it to others. "Boss there's a fire in town! Evacuate the city! It's coming from the west end!"

The crowd was in chaos, pushing and shoving one another to get as far away from the smoke as they could. Meryl glanced from the rising glow and back to Vash. "We—"

"Get out of here." His voice was stern, his order strict. "I need you out of the way." He climbed on the table, looking out across the mass of people, inspecting for some kind of opening to make it around them and towards the disaster.

"Vash wait—"

"I mean it, Meryl!" He turned his head toward her then. "Get out of here!" With that he was off, jumping from table to table to avoid the stampede before disappearing past the festival area.

Meryl stood there for a long moment, watching after him before looking back towards the edge of town, considering his advice and whether to merge into the crowd. "Meryl?" The dark-haired woman turned her head to her partner. "Do you think he can still take that kind of damage? Without his power… he can't really heal up like he used to, can he?"

Meryl's eyes widened. Milly was right. His power was gone. He was…practically human. "We have to go. We have to help him."

"Meryl?"

"Let's go Milly." She was off, fighting her way through everyone running against her. She wasn't even sure if her friend was following, all she knew was who she was heading for. She had to think. How was she even going to help him? Guns can't fight fire. She shook her head. There had to be something. She just had to get there. She had to see the surroundings…

"Vash?" The smoke was almost overwhelming. Meryl covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes as she searched for the mess of black hair among the flames.

"Senpai I don't think it's safe for us to be here."

"It's not safe for him." Her voice was firm. She wasn't leaving until she found him. "Milly, you should get out of here. I'll find him and I'll bring him back. I promise." She didn't wait for a response. With that said, she was off into the flames, calling out once more.

Turning down an alley, she kneeled below the smoke best she could. Smoke rises, she remembered. To catch somewhat of a clean breath, she kneeled low, pulling her collar up over her face before standing once more. A few more yarz in, she heard it, a sign of life in the flames.

The heat was suffocating in itself. Meryl couldn't fathom how much worse this could have felt under sunlight. Under the crackling and roar of the fire, a cry rang through the air. A child, crouched down outside the burning building, covered his eyes from the smoke. Meryl kneeled beside him. "Are you okay? You need to get out of here. That way back through town. Keep going straight." She pointed, even turning the boy around towards the street in case he couldn't see.

"But that man!" He cried, sniffling. "He went back in. He went to find my cat. My cat ran off already but that man hasn't come back." Meryl looked around them, half a dozen unconscious men and women lying out of the way of falling debris. "He got us all out and went back for my cat. I'm so stupid for mentioning it."

Her eyes narrowed. Of course he went back in. He'd save anything with a heartbeat. Anything that ever had a heartbeat. "Get out of here. I'll take care of him. Okay?" Her voice was calm, but stern. She put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Go straight. Don't stop until you reach the others. Milly, will you—"

"I'll help carry his family." She nodded, giving her partner a thumbs up before lifting one body over each shoulder. She turned to the child, smiling brightly through the smoke. "I'll make a few trips but we'll be okay. Let's hurry now, okay?" The boy nodded, wiping his nose before standing to his feet, running back towards town.

Meryl watched them leave as a battle plan ran through her mind. The cloak would be too heavy, too easily caught on too many things, and too much gunpowder in all of those derringers to be safe to carry inside. Her fingers pulled at the strings on her neck, and it fell behind her as her feet began to move. She was running on pure adrenaline as she navigated the lower level. "Vash! Where are you?" She called out, making her way through the rubble, making mental note of the beams and walls that looked weakest, where the windows were.

He was lightheaded. Smoke burned his longs as hot as the fire that surrounded him. He almost thought he heard his name, but no. She was smarter than that…wasn't she? Perhaps he'd found the last person left in the building after all. He was certain that he'd circled back to that spot before. It was time to leave. He had to get the survivors as far from the smoke as possible and into the fresh air.

Vash stumbled toward the exit, not even a wall to lean on as he made his way out. He could still hear a voice calling out to him. At first he wondered if it was the smoke getting to him, causing the lightheadedness to finally take a toll on his awareness. Then he felt an arm around his waist, and another pulling his over a set of shoulder, much lower to the ground than his own. His eyes widened as he looked down. "Meryl?"

"We have to get out. This place is going to collapse." Her voice was hoarse and she was still covering her mouth, now with the collar of her dress as she pulled Vash through the rubble.

"Are you an idiot?" Those words, for once, fell from Vash's lips, followed by a fit of coughs as his body fell more heavily against her shoulders.

"Just shut up and help me get you out of here!" There was black on her sleeve, soot on her face, and ash in her hair. Never in all the years he'd known her, however, had she looked so determined. "We don't have time for you to insult me."

"The others…The survivors. Go help them."

"We will together. Don't fight me, Vash. Please." She was already walking, dragging him along beside her with a wince. "Cover your mouth. We're almost out."

He'd never been so happy to see darkness than when he was out of those flames. The fire had stopped at the sandstone buildings next door. He was in no shape to search for the culprit, and besides, he had other priorities.

He glanced over towards the area he'd left the people he'd pulled from the building. There were six he'd found, but only three remained. Was it possible they were able to wake up and get away?

"Senpai?"

Vash turned his head sharply to the larger woman. They had both followed him? Did they have no sense of self-preservation at all? He blinked slowly as he took in what he was seeing. Milly held an unconscious man draped across her back. "Milly… where are they? The other survivors?"

"I carried them out of the smoke. It was all I could do to help…" It was more help than she could possibly know. He didn't even know where he would find the strength to carry them all. As much as he hated the girls bringing themselves into danger, he had to admit, he was grateful for their help. They'd not only saved his life, but others as well.

"Thank you." His voice was tired. "Lets get them out of here. This place isn't safe." With a strength he wasn't even sure he had left, he lifted another body from the ground as Milly lifted a second to her other shoulder. The last three, as Meryl grabbed her cloak from the ground, following behind them as she tied her cape around her.

The walk back through town was slow and long. Clean air seemed iles away from them and each step seemed to take them nowhere near closer to it. At long last they saw the crowd of people at the city's edge, the smog cleared, and they were able to take a breath. The taller two gently laid their wards on the ground, town doctors coming to their aid, the young boy smiling through his tears and waving from his family's side. It seemed while retrieving Vash and the other survivors, a woman had woken up and was now holding the boy close.

Meryl sighed, relaxing into the safety of clear sky and fresh air. "I wonder how long until the cavalry arrives." She said, leaning gently on a bus, happy for anything that could help hold her up.

"The sooner the better. They need to start building the sand barriers to prevent it from spreading." Vash sat on the ground. His voice still sounded scratchy. With any more energy, Meryl might see him trying to build the barriers himself, but he was in the business of saving people, not buildings. She knew that from experience.

"That probably means you need to leave, though, too. Doesn't it, Mr. Vash?" Milly asked. For once, her voice was quiet as she said his name.

He nodded. "It does." He stretched. "That's the joys of being the most wanted man." He smiled, winking at the two of them as he stood back up. "It's a good thing you girls aren't in insurance anymore. I bet that'd be a ton of paperwork."

Meryl couldn't help but laugh. "I don't even want to think about it." Pushing herself off the bus gently she commented. "But we can't leave yet. That's just proof that our work isn't done here. In fact, our work has just begun. As far as I'm concerned, our target is out here in this crowd somewhere."

A frown crossed the gunman's face. "You can't possibly be saying you're still going to hunt this guy down. You could have died in there."

"I just want to ask him why. That's the only question. It's all I need." Meryl wasn't looking at him, her arms were crossed, her eyes closed, focused on her thoughts. "I feel like any answer he gave would be enough for our listeners. No one knows anything about him after all and people are interested—"

"Screw their dark interest in these murderers and sadists." His voice broke. Whether it be from anger or the smoke damage, neither he or Meryl was sure. "Screw the popularity of criminals. Stop taking on these jobs that could kill you. One day one of them will. You do realize that don't you? Nothing good can come from putting your life on the line for money."

"You did."

Blue-green eyes widened. "What?"

"You came from putting my life on the line for money. I met you. And Wolfwood. I got closer to Milly. I saw the world and just how terrible and beautiful it can be." She thought back on all the places she'd seen on those adventures. From the dirty saloons, to the geoplant of flowers she'd never seen before. She wouldn't trade those memories for anything. "I don't want to live life behind a desk. I don't want to settle down as a home maker. I don't want a normal job. I want to see the world again. I want to run. I want to live. I don't want to have regrets. Is that too much to ask?"

He shook his head gently. It wasn't. She'd made her choice and with good reason, and he couldn't fault her for that. It was the opposite actually. It was everything he loved about humanity in what she'd said. The way she found beauty and terror in the same world. The way she found excitement in life. The fight in her. It was everything he loved about her. "No it's not." He said gently. "It's just… worrying. You always have me running. I've always fought for someone else's life. I want to fight for yours too."

"You don't have to." She smiled, brightly through the soot. "Fight for your own happiness. The war is finally over. It's time you live for yourself now. So what do you want to do?"

He laughed gently. It was a simple question that he couldn't even begin to answer. The first thing on his mind however, "I want to stay with you two for a while," surprised him, as it slipped past his lips. "Is that okay?"

Meryl seemed to think it over for a moment. "Well…I don't think we can stop you. You are pretty good at chasing us down." With a glance to her friend, who stared teary eyed between the two she added, "Besides, I think Milly might never forgive me if I say no." She held a hand out to the man. "Welcome to the team, Vash."

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wondersofdreaming · 4 years

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Sadness

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.308

Warnings: Sadness. Love. Funeral. Tears. Irony.

Author’s note: This is part of my emotion flash fiction/short story series. I am using Robert Plutchik’s eight primary emotions, where ‘sadness’ is the last on my list. Each flash fiction/short story can be read as a standalone. This is the last of the emotions and I hope you have enjoyed reading them.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, her dog, and daughter, who are figments of my imagination.

Definition [sadness]: “The feeling of being sad or unhappy.” - Cambridge Dictionary

The other emotions: [Anger] [Fear] [Joy] [Disgust] [Anticipation] [Surprise] [Trust]

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The plane ride took its toll on you and Henry. You both were tired, and you missed your little girl. A quick call for an update from your in-laws calmed your nerves. She was happy and ready for a nap. You went to get the rented car and drove to the hotel.

The rest of the day was spent eating dinner and getting some sleep. The day after was going to be the hardest you had in a long time.

You had a restless night. Both from was going to happen and from missing your daughter. Henry had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillows. Damn him and his ability to sleep anywhere. His relaxed breathing was calming your nerves.

The next morning was a difficult one. You had breakfast with other hotel guests, then you went upstairs to dress in black. You had known that this day would come but not so soon.

You had broken down in the living room when your aunt had called and told you the sad news. Your beloved grandfather had passed away. The same grandfather who had trained you in sword fighting taught you how to defend yourself from attackers no matter the size. He helped you with your homework when your mother had to work late at night. He tucked you in, read you bedtime stories, the same fairy tales you were reading to your own daughter.

There was a gaping hole in your heart, where your grandfather used to be, right next to the empty space which your mother had occupied. Your tears had flowed for over an hour. Nothing could comfort you that day, not even your wonderful husband, who had carried you to bed and cuddled with you until your daughter’s cries had woken you up.

The church was full of people who had loved and respected your grandfather. Your aunt was sitting at the front, reserving two seats for you and Henry. She hugged you tightly and next Henry. She had never gotten married nor had children of her own, so she thought of you as her bonus child, even though you only saw her four times a year.

There were flowers everywhere. The white coffin was covered in notes that told stories of him and his youth, about all the mischief he and his friends had done, how he would be missed, but life would continue with him in their thoughts.

The priest asked if anyone wanted to tell a story about your grandfather. A few elderly people walked up and started telling tales of your grandfather’s kindness to them. One of them told the story of how your grandparents had met, had been an eyewitness when they fell in love with each other. Another told about the adventures your grandparents had been through before they settled down in small-town and started making swords and armour for movies.

You stood up and walked to stand next to the coffin. You touched a corner and took a deep breath before turning around to face the crowd. There were so many people that there weren’t enough seats in the church.

“Hello everyone. I’m the granddaughter. Most of you probably knew me as a child, before my mum and I moved to England. My grandfather was the most wonderful grandparent there existed. He taught me how to use a sword before I knew how to write. He told me that I could be anything if only I worked hard enough. I wanted to become someone my grandfather would be proud of. So, I train actors and actresses in sword fighting, with the swords my grandfather made before he sadly had to leave us.”

You continued to tell the story of how you had beaten up a boy, who had bullied another boy, you had pushed him away, then he had gotten angry and pulled your ponytail. You became furious and had punched him. Your grandfather had found you outside the principal’s office with an icepack on your knuckles. He had been so proud of you for standing up for yourself and the other boy but disappointed you couldn’t have solved the problem without getting into a fistfight.

“I learned a lot from my grandfather.” Tears pooling in your eyes. “But the most important lesson was to always use the opponent’s strength to my advantage.”

Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes and were laughing or chuckling at the end of your tale. You sat back down as the priest went on to say a few more things. Then the coffin was being carried towards the hearse. Before the doors were closed you put a note down with your daughter’s handprint. You thanked your lucky stars that he got to meet your little dumpling before he got too sick to travel.

“Thank you for everything, grandfather. I’ll miss you and your silly phone calls.” You whispered to the coffin.

You walked back to Henry, who hugged you close to his massive chest. He kissed the top of your head and let your tears fall onto his dress shirt without care. Your aunt came over to you. She touched your shoulder to get your attention.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, dear, but the old goat had a last thing he wanted to give to you. It was in his will that you should only have this when he was gone.” She told you and handed you a long rectangular box with a letter on top. “Open it back at the hotel.”

“We will, thank you, auntie.” You hugged her before she went over to talk to the priest.

“Ready to head back?” Henry asked. You nodded; not in the mood to talk to anyone other than Henry.

You ordered room service when you got inside your hotel room. The package was sitting on the coffee table as you opened the letter. Your grandfather’s cursive handwriting filled the pages. He wrote about how he was so proud of you, for becoming a strong and independent woman, for having found love as strong as his had been towards your grandmother. Then he went into more serious matters. His house and everything he owned were to be divided between his two daughters, but since your mother had passed away, you were her next of kin to inherit her share. He had also left something for your daughter. He asked you to open it when you got to that part of the letter.

So, you opened the package. Inside was a small sword. It was made for young children in training. You had one almost identical to the one in the box. Your grandfather had made it for you before you started training. You weren’t allowed to fight other people with it, only wooden swords, but you had to practice with the sword every day to get used to the weight.

“Is that for Charlotte?” Henry asked.

“It is.”

You lifted the sword from the box and studied it closely. Your daughter’s name Charlotte Rose Cavill was edged on the hilt. The design was simple but elegant. Perfect for your daughter.

You set the sword back and continued reading the letter.

“And when she is old enough to wield it. Teach her how to use it. Teach her all the techniques I taught you. Let her become a strong and independent woman like you are. Always remember that I will always be proud of who you are and the badass woman you have become.”

You let out a burst of laughter when you read the last part.

The next day you went to declare the sword and have it sent to England.

“Are you ready to go back and see our little dumpling?” Henry asked as you parked the rented car.

“Not a horde of stampeding elephants could stop me.”

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purrincess-chat · 5 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Original CH11

Chapter 11 is here! :D Are you all ready to meet Malin?

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Chapter 11: Sorry Not Sorry

“I know our duty is to the city, but I can’t help these feelings stirring in my chest. Every time I see her brilliant blue eyes shining in the moonlight, I am overcome with passion and admiration. She truly is Miraculous.”

Eliott paused to look at Marinette for approval.

“How was that?” He asked with a wince.

“Incredible! You’re really talented,” she said, clapping as Eliott rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thanks, but I just still feel like I could do better. Opening night is tomorrow, and I’m playing a lead role. Everything has to be perfect,” he paced nervously, adjusting his black mask.

“Eliott, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You make a wonderfully convincing Chat Noir,” she assured him.

“Wonderfully convincing isn’t perfect. This play is a tribute to Ladybug and Chat Noir’s triumph on Heroes’ Day. If I screw up then I’ll be dishonoring them,” he sat down, face falling into his hands.

“No, you won’t,” she said, pacing over to rub his back. “You’re an amazing actor, and I know you’re gonna kill it.”

“Places in 5 everyone!” The director called as she swept through the stage as crew members secured backdrops and props, and Eliott let a deep breath pass his lips.

“I’ll be watching in the audience. You got this,” she said, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“Thanks, Marinette,” he offered her a small smile. “And thanks for coming to watch our dress rehearsal.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” she returned the expression brightly.

“Sorry I’m so crazy about everything, I just want to be the best. I’m already at a disadvantage because of who I am, so I have to put in 100x the effort,” he said, fiddling with his gloves. “I’ve been studying English since I was little because my dream is to perform on Broadway.”

“You’ll get there, and I’ll be sitting in the front row,” she promised, and Eliott sat up.

“I actually owe you, Marinette. You’ve helped me as an actor a lot since we met,” he said, her cheeks flushed.

“Me? How?”

“Because you’ve taught me to take risks. Before I met you, I was just coasting through life, staying out of the way, playing it safe, but now I can stand up for other people and speak out,” he explained with a smile. “You’ve helped me find my courage to step outside my comfort zone.”

At that she smiled, cheeks pink until a nasally voice grabbed their attention.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry!” The stagehand shrank a little.

“Margot, is there a problem?” Eliott jumped up.

“She bumped into me! Can you imagine if I had fallen and broken a wrist the day before opening night? How can I play Ladybug with a broken wrist?” She shouted, and Eliott stepped between them, holding up defensive hands.

“I’m sure it was just an accident. No one got hurt, so why don’t you go cool off? We’re almost ready to start,” he gently directed her away.

“Ugh, whatever. Just stay out of my way!” She snapped before stalking off.

“Two minutes!”

“Are you okay, Lisette?” Eliott asked, placing an arm around her.

“You know my name?” Her eyebrows raised.

“Of course. You hand me my props before I go on stage,” he chuckled. “Don’t let Margot get to you. She’s just worked up because the show is tomorrow.”

Lisette’s cheeks darkened, and she gave a small nod before scurrying off to her position.

Marinette couldn’t help the smile on her lips as Eliott found his mark and took a few deep breaths to center himself. He really had grown since they met, and if someone had to play Chat Noir, she was glad it was him. He really was worthy of being a hero, even if his costar was the worst. She couldn’t believe they cast such a brat to play Ladybug.

Speaking of brats, Marinette thought back to her encounter with Gabrielle several nights prior. True to her word, Gabrielle hadn’t bothered them since. She still wondered what she was doing out on her own like that, and what the apron in her bag was for. Something fishy was going on with her, and Marinette had to wonder if it had anything to do with her empty threats the other day. No matter, she was just glad that she was keeping her word. It was about time she got some peace and quiet.

***

“Adrien, bro, long time no see,” Nino pulled him in for a quick hug.

“Sorry it took a while to sync our schedules,” Alya said taking a seat at the café table.

“It’s fine. No worries,” Adrien said, taking the seat across from them.

“So, what’s up, dude? You said you wanted to talk?” Nino leaned his elbows on the table, and Adrien took a deep breath.

“Yeah. It’s about Lila,” he started, clasping his hands together to keep them from fidgeting. “There’s something you should know.”

“Does someone need a wingman?” Nino smirked, and Adrien suppressed a shudder.

“No,” he shook his head. “She’s-”

“Don’t be modest. We can totally help. Then we can go on double dates,” Alya said, and Adrien took a deep breath. “Lila is a-”

“Liar.” Adrien said, and Nino and Alya’s jaws dropped. “Lila’s a liar. Marinette was right, and I can prove it.”

“Oh, can you?” Alya arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest.

“The day she came here, she tried to convince me that she was the descendent of a superheroine to impress me, but Ladybug showed up and called her out over your blog post,” Adrien explained. “She and Ladybug had never met before, and truthfully, I don’t think they really even like each other.”

“Can anyone else confirm your story?” Alya asked, pressing her lips into a firm line.

“Marinette can,” Adrien said, and Alya and Nino exchanged looks.

“Ya know what I think? I think Marinette got to you because she tried to tell us a similar story before too, but she had no proof,” Alya said.

“Why would I lie to you?” Adrien asked.

“Why would Lila?” Nino shot back, and Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Can you blame us for being a little suspicious? We know you and Marinette still hang out because she lives right across from the school, and we see you walking in all the time,” Alya said pointedly. “Plus, why wait so long to tell us if this happened when Lila first moved here? That was months ago.”

“I didn’t want to start trouble.”

“So why start it now?” Alya challenged, and Adrien shifted. “If you really knew this from day one, why wait until now to bring it up? Doesn’t that seem a little suspicious to you?”

“I know,” Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. “But I am telling the truth. Marinette isn’t the enemy here.”

Alya and Nino eyed him a moment before Alya stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“I find it a little hard to trust you entirely when you’ve been hanging out with her,” she said, and Adrien opened his mouth to speak, but she continued, “I’ll look into your claim and ask Ladybug myself before I believe anything.”

“Fine. Ask her,” Adrien said as Nino stood up and gathered his things, and Alya stalked off. “You believe me, don’t you, Nino?”

“Sorry, bro, catch you later,” Nino said with a wince, and Adrien pressed his lips together.

“Yeah. Later.”

***

“Your rehearsal was amazing,” Marinette said afterward over tea, and Eliott stirred his with a small smile. “Well, except for Margot’s prop mishap. I thought she was going to have a meltdown.”

“She’s a great actress until something goes wrong,” Eliott rolled his eyes. “I just feel bad for Lisette. She looked like she wanted to kill her afterward.”

“Speaking of, I think she might have a crush on you,” Marinette said with a smirk.

“Lisette? Nah,” Eliott averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck and taking a sip of his tea. “I’m not anyone important. There’s no way she’d be into me.”

“That’s not true. You’re an amazing actor,” Marinette said. “I mean that, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Thanks, I guess I’m just nervous,” he said, ruffling his hair. “I’ve starred in dozens of plays before, but I still get just as anxious every time. Once I’m out there it’s fine, but I just get pre-performance jitters.”

“I’ll be cheering you on the whole time, and so will Macy, Martin, and Adrien,” she said, placing a hand over his, and he flicked his gaze up to hers with a grateful smile that took a devilish turn.

“You and Adrien sure seem to get along,” he remarked, sipping his tea.

“Oh, do we? I mean, of course we do. We’re just friends, I don’t have feelings for him at all,” she said with a nervous titter, and Eliott smirked.

“I never said you did,” he said, and Marinette’s cheeks darkened.

“Oh, um, yeah, well then I- don’t tell Macy,” she hung her head in defeat.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” he held up relenting hands. “Though you don’t have to worry about Macy’s crush. It’s superficial. She fixates on some famous guy for a while then moves on when something new catches her eye.”

“Good. I don’t want it to cause conflict,” Marinette relaxed.

“Nah, I’m sure if she knew she’d back off,” Eliott assured her. “She’s extremely loyal to her friends and would never try to take away something you wanted even if she wants it too.”

“That’s a relief,” Marinette let out a breath, and Eliott chuckled in amusement.

“Though I do have to wonder which sounds better, Marinette Agreste or Adrien Dupain-Cheng?” He said, taking another smug sip of tea as Marinette nearly choked on her own.

“Eliott!”

“I’m kinda partial to Adrien Dupain-Cheng myself.”

“Stop!” She covered her face, cheeks burning as Eliott threw his head back with a laugh.

A herd of people stampeded up the side walk right before a loud crash sounded a few blocks over, and Eliott tackled Marinette to the ground, cradling her head.

“That sounded close, we should run,” she said, and Eliott nodded, taking her hand and pulling her up.

“My yacht isn’t far from here, we can hide there,” he said, tugging her through the crowd.

As much as she hated to do it, she knew she needed to get away, so she gradually let herself slip from his grasp. Eliott turned over his shoulder in an attempt to reach her again, but too many people crowded between them.

“Marinette!”

“Go! I’ll catch up,” she called. His eyebrows furrowed worriedly, but he pressed on without question, allowing her to duck into a nearby alley. “Ready, Tikki? Transform me!”

“Well, well we meet again, m’lady,” Chat’s flirtatious lilt called as he staff-coptered down to join her on the roof.

“I would hope so since saving the city is our job,” she flicked his bell with a chuckle. “I think it’s about time we clocked in, don’t you?”

“Ladies first,” Chat bowed as Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot into action.

“Don’t mean to interrupt your tirade, but I’m gonna need to see some license and registration for that car,” Chat said as they landed, and the akuma turned to them with a growl, tossing the car aside. “What’s the matter? Rough break up?”

Ladybug spotted a small blonde girl cowering beneath the villain.

“Civilian alert!” She said, and Chat fixed his gaze on her too.

“On it,” he nodded, springing into action.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir! I am Showstopper, and I’m about to give Paris the performance of a lifetime after I get rid of her.” She turned back to the girl, and Ladybug gasped.

“That’s Lisette which means Showstopper must be Margot! She really was upset by that mistake,” Ladybug realized as Lisette attempted to run, but Showstopper shot a ball of light at her with the tennis racket, the lucky charm prop from the play and likely where the akuma was hiding. In an instant, Lisette froze in place, but before Showstopper could make her next move, Chat Noir swung with his staff, forcing her to block. A few seconds passed, and the magic faded, allowing Lisette to break for it.

“So that’s it,” Ladybug said under her breath then calling to Chat, “Don’t let her hit you, or you’ll freeze for a few seconds!”

“Got it!” Chat said, dodging past an orb.

Once she drove them back several paces, she dashed after Lisette, launching a bus to the end of the street to block the exit.

“Going somewhere?”

“No, but you are,” Ladybug said, hooking her yoyo around her ankle, but before she could tug the slack, Showstopper lobbed several more orbs at her, forcing her to take cover with Chat behind two flipped over cars.

“We need a plan to get that girl out of here,” Chat said, peeking over the side, and Ladybug tapped her chin.

“Lucky Charm!” She called, eyebrows raising as a paper lantern landed in her hands.

“Oh great, you gonna light the way for her to wreck that girl?” Chat said while Ladybug stared at it contemplatively.

“I need to go to Master Fu,” she said. “We need the fox for this one, can I trust you to handle things until I get back?”

“Just don’t keep me waiting too long,” Chat said with a nod before they broke off.

“Master Fu?” Marinette knocked, peeking her head inside.

“What is it, Marinette?”

“I need the fox Miraculous to win this battle,” she said, entering quickly.

“Have you found someone you trust to wield it?” He asked, quirking a brow, and Marinette took a deep breath and nodded.

“I know exactly who to pick this time,” she said, and Master Fu stood up to retrieve the Miracle Box from the phonograph.

“I have faith in you, Marinette,” he said as she reached for the necklace.

“This time I won’t let you down,” she vowed with a determined nod, and Master Fu offered her one of his proud, grandfatherly smiles.

“You never have,” he said, and she felt her chest swirl with pride as she stood up.

“Spots on.”

Eliott flinched as a thud sounded on the deck above, and he peeked out from under the counter, wondering if perhaps Marinette had finally found her way or if they akuma had found him. Slowly creeping his way out, he grabbed a nearby lamp and inched toward the door as the lock clicked, but to his surprise Ladybug burst through.

“Ladybug!” He relaxed and lowered the lamp. “Thank goodness, have you seen my friend Marinette? We got separated, and I told her to come here, but-”

“Don’t worry. She’s safe,” Ladybug said. “Actually, I need your help.”

“My help?” He arched a brow. “I mean, sure, I'll do anything.”

“Eliott Chasse, this is the Miraculous of the fox which grants the power of illusion. You will use it to fight for the greater good.” She extended the box to him, and he eyed it cautiously.

“Whoa, you're giving me a Miraculous?” He gasped. “But wait, why me? What happened to Rena Rouge?”

“She's...not around,” Ladybug said, averting her gaze. “Will you help me?”

“I-I dunno. I think my friend Marinette would be way better at this than me,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You should ask her.”

“Eliott,” Ladybug smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are the right person for this job. Have courage and believe in your own ability. That's all you need to be a superhero.”

Eliott pressed his lips together, mulling it over before he reached out to take the box. Shielding his eyes from the bright light, he gaped in disbelief as Trixx materialized.

“Whoa!”

“This is Trixx. She's a kwami, a magical being that grants you your powers. All you have to say is ‘Trixx, transform me!’”

“Alright then,” he nodded, fastening the clasp of the necklace. “Trixx, transform me!”

Eliott glanced down at his orange and black suit with a grin. “This is so awesome!”

“Do you know how your powers work?” Ladybug asked, tugging him up to the main deck.

“Of course. I studied a lot of news footage in preparation for my role as Chat Noir. I wanted to accurately portray the team's dynamic,” he affirmed.

“Good, then follow me.”

Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot off, and Eliott glanced down at the water hesitantly before taking a few steps back to get a running start and following. His breath hitched as he soared over the Seine, landing effortlessly on the roof and glancing back at his yacht. Had he really scaled such a large distance in only seconds?

“I know it's a lot to take in, but we don't have a lot of time,” Ladybug said, and Eliott blinked out of his trance.

“Right, sorry!”

Showstopper had taken the battle all the way to the Eiffel Tower where she held a frozen Lisette over the edge. Chat Noir held up defensive hands as he attempted to negotiate.

“Hand over your Miraculous, or I'll drop her!”

“Maybe we can come to a compromise,” Chat reasoned, but Showstopper was in no mood.

“You have five seconds. One!”

“There has to be something else you want.”

“Two.”

“After all this is murder we're talking about.”

“Three!”

“I'm sure she didn't mean any harm.”

“Four!”

“Ladybug, hurry up!”

“Five!”

Before Chat could react, Showstopper released her grip, sending Lisette plunging toward her doom. Chat attempted to dive after her, but Showstopper pitched another orb at him, though before it could reach him, Ladybug swung in to deflect it.

“Ladybug! The girl!”

“Already taken care of,” Ladybug assured him.

Lisette unfroze midway down, eyes widening in fear as the ground grew closer, but just as a scream reached her throat, strong arms crashed into her, filling her vision with orange as they flew back toward the Eiffel Tower. Her screams echoed across the bars as she clung to her rescuer for dear life, eventually finding herself staring into warm brown eyes.

“Falling from heaven, angel?” He winked, setting her on her feet gently, and she blinked in shock, cheeks flushing. “Stay hidden. Showstopper can't see you if we want our plan to work.”

“Wait,” she said, catching his wrist as he moved to leave. “Who are you?”

“Call me Malin,” he grinned, and she felt her heart skip as he gave a small two-fingered salute and leapt over the edge.

Malin summoned his Mirage on the way up, a smug grin curling on his lips as he made his way to the top.

“You're too late to save her!” Showstopper proclaimed, and Malin cleared his throat.

“Are we?” He clocked a brow as Showstopper spun around to see him holding his fake damsel.

“No!”

“New friend?” Chat cocked a brow.

“I'll tell you later,” Ladybug said as Malin set his illusion free with the instructions to run, and as expected, Showstopper gave chase.

Chat moved to follow, but Malin stepped in front of him with a wink.

“Who are you?” Chat asked, eyes narrowing.

“Name's Malin, and you are one foxy feline in person, Chat Noir,” he said, looking him up and down.

“Less flirting, more running,” Ladybug ordered. “Phase two.”

“On it,” Malin nodded, leaping back over the edge with a whoop.

“Follow me, kitty, and get ready to use your Cataclysm,” Ladybug said following after Malin.

Showstopper pursued the fake Lisette to the second-floor restaurants, falling right into their trap. She skidded against the soapy floor as Malin's illusion faded before her eyes, and she was clotheslined by a broom perched between two chairs. Her tennis racket flew from her grasp right into Chat Noir's waiting Cataclysm.

Malin moved to help Margot up as Ladybug captured the akuma and returned everything back to normal with her dish soap bottle lucky charm.

“Seriously, losing your cool over a prop malfunction is so lame,” he said, cocking a hip. “You're playing Ladybug, so my suggestion is you take a lesson from the real thing and let go of that bad energy.”

Lisette peeked up from the stairs timidly, pacing over to join them, and Margot averted her gaze stubbornly.

“I'm sorry your yoyo string was tangled. I should have checked it,” Lisette said, twiddling her fingers.

“Yeah, whatever,” Margot rolled her eyes. “Sorry I tried to throw you off the Eiffel Tower.”

“Actually, you technically did,” Chat said pointedly, and Margot shot him a glare.

“You were awesome, Malin,” Ladybug said, nudging him with her elbow, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It was your plan, all I did was help,” he said, and she shook her head.

“You saved this girl, and we couldn't have done it without you. Be proud. You're a true superhero.”

Malin bit back a smile, surveying his suit and squaring his shoulders with a new sense of purpose.

“Pound it!” The three heroes said in unison before Malin turned to Lisette and bowed formally.

“Perhaps I will save you again someday,” he winked, and Lisette bit her lip shyly before stretching up to kiss his cheek.

Ladybug took his wrist and toted him off as a dopey grin spread across his lips, and they retreated to a private place where Malin detransformed. He handed Ladybug the necklace and shoved his hands in his pockets, pursing his lips.

“What's wrong?” Ladybug tilted her head to the side.

“Nothing, just that Lisette kissed Malin, not Eliott,” he said, kicking at the ground with his shoe, and Ladybug smiled.

“You really like her don't you?” She said, and Eliott flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, Malin is very charming, but I think she might need someone to walk her home. Think Eliott can handle that?”

She pointed to where Lisette was exiting the elevator, and a small smile curled on his lips.

“Have courage,” she patted his shoulder, and he hesitated a moment before trotting after her.

“Lisette!”

Ladybug watched with a small smile before the beep of her earrings set her on a course for Master Fu.

Across town, Alya hugged her knees to her chest as she tapped replay on the news footage for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated another supervillain with the help of their new sidekick Malin.”

Ladybug had given out the fox Miraculous again, only this time, she didn't pick her.

#mdcsp original #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #ml salt #my writing #mdcsp #spite fic

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sylphscope · 5 years

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2 (this was a mistake) and 15 (trembling hands)?

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ^^ Your two prompts reminded me of an old headcanon I’ve had for years for one of my NTWF characters, so I’m afraid this microfic turned out not-so-micro. XD Also, I’m not actually sure if you’re from the NTWF at all, so if not, I apologize; and if you’d like, you can feel free to send me another anonymous prompt, and I’ll try to write something shorter that requires less context! ^^ I did have fun with this, though, so I hope you enjoy anyway.

...*editing post* *trying to put a “read more” break here* Why isn’t it working

*multiple fruitless edits later* ...Ah well. It’s long, and I’m sorry. xD Scroll along.

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The day was overcast, and the air was muddled with the scent of a storm that had long since broken--or perhaps, still had yet to break.

Estrella gathered her shawl closer about her shoulders and made her way through this heavy, empty air of the early morning. She liked to arrive reliably to work, no matter the weather.

She passed slumbering shacks and dozing fields, watching the distance for deepening clouds--but instead found another sight that fell to the horizon:

A young man, in a ditch.

A man in a ditch was not a pleasant sight; many people would have hurried past and not spared a second glance on such misery. Yet the foreboding weather made Estrella turn her steps towards the prone man in pity. He was perhaps ill, or collapsed from exhaustion--or perhaps just a sad drunk cast from the nearby tavern into the mud after hours.

As she approached, however, she was struck by a different kind of unhappiness--for she recognized this man. He occasionally was summoned by her lords and ladies to deliver or repair stone carvings at the garden that she attended, and to see him in such a humble place removed from routine was an unwelcome surprise. Moreover, as Estrella had known him, he did not give the impression of a man who would turn to drink, and--as she neared close enough to glimpse his face--he seemed even less like one that would engage in a brawl violent enough to net him this amount of bruises. But then, perhaps she had never really known his true nature.

She bent down cautiously at the edge of the ditch.

“Mister Finnegan?” she called. “Is that you? I never took you for a drunkard before, and I’m disappointed to find my expectations false.”

The man in the ditch did not move. Estrella’s disgust began to turn to alarm. Perhaps he was much worse off. Could he even be dead? He looked so pale and drained of life.

“Mister Finnegan?” she called again, her voice tense. Much to her relief, however, a low moan met her ears. Estrella hitched up her skirts and carefully climbed down into the ditch. “Mister Finnegan?” she repeated, turning him over in the mud. “Are you alright? What japery must you have gotten into, to find yourself in such a sorry state! Did you insult the barkeeper’s mead to Woo’s kingdom and back to be mishandled so roughly?”

He simply mumbled blearily in reply, and with a sigh, Estrella heaved him upright. “Come now, Mister Finnegan, up we go. Let’s get you back home before the weather sours. No use dawdling on things that have been.”

Walking him out of the ditch proved to be a far more difficult task than she had anticipated, however. Mr. Finnegan wavered tremulously from head to toe, and it was as if the man had forgotten how to walk. Estrella made a mental note to give a piece of her mind to the barkeeper for allowing one of his patrons to drink himself into such a stupor.

At last, however, Mister Finnegan seemed to remember himself. “...Thank...thank you,” he mumbled absently, as she hobbled him along back towards town.

“Never you mind, Mister Finnegan,” Estrella said. “You’ve only to apologize to yourself. You’ll be home soon, and you can sleep off this dreadful temper.”

“Do you know where I live?” he murmured.

“Heavens. The merchant’s market, Mister Finnegan. If the master of my house could see you now, he’d be ashamed to have had you in his employ.”

A troubled look passed over Mister Finnegan’s bruised face. “Do I…do I know you?” he asked.

Estrella had to admit that this remark rather stung, though she knew it to be the fault of the drink. “Estrella Kent, Mister Finnegan. We should bar you from returning to any of the local breweries from now on if you’re going to act in this manner.”

“I...I don’t think I was drinking.”

“No? What would you say you’ve been up to, then?”

A very different expression welled up on Mister Finnegan’s face then, an expression that was neither bleary-eyed nor confused, but more simply--pained.

Before Estrella could inquire as to this change of manner, the pair of them exited the alley into the merchant’s market--and from farther on, she heard a commotion from within Mister Finnegan’s sculpting studio. It was a tumultuous sound of dull smashes, hapless scrapes, and disdainful laughter. A flurry of haphazard, indistinguishable footprints stained the mud before the studio as if very, very many men had been here.

Suddenly Estrella felt concern for her own wellbeing. What if her assumptions about the tavern had indeed been erroneous? What if Mister Finnegan’s studio had been sacked in the night, and the poor man brutally beaten and left for dead? Estrella could fend off one ill-meaning man, but two, three, four-- That was a circumstance that she did not wish to happen upon.

Nevertheless, bolstered by the pitiable state of the man leaning upon her, Estrella squared up her shoulders and kicked the studio’s door wide open.

A cloud of white dust rolled into the street upon her, and Estrella marched inside.

And then--she jolted to a halt. The dust cleared enough to see, and what she saw was no gaggle of aggressive bandits:

Carved birds, made of marble, one wing still trapped in solid rock, chirruping and screeching to high heaven.

Miniature horses, their hooves still a single rocky mass, struggling to run.

Shattered indented stones, as if tiny creatures of myth had torn away their unpitched rock and fled.

And against the floor, though it was streaked with a stampede’s footprints, and dragging lines, and shards of granite, and torn pieces of parchment and strange plants, Estrella could make out something detailed and rune-like that appeared to have been drawn into the dirt floor--something distinctly magical.

“Mister Finnegan!” Estrella cried in horror. “What have you done?”

“Exactly what the prompt says! A mistake!” came a voice from behind her, and Estrella spun. Two marble busts had been knocked over and lay on the floor, and one of them had--spoken.

“It may be a mistake, but at least it’s not as offensive as dredging up all these old characters again when she’s so out of practice!” said the second bust, and Estrella found herself struggling to breathe properly.

“Out of practice? I strongly disagree!” replied the first.

“You do?”

“To be out of practice implies that she was once in practice!”

“DOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Well, in any case, it’s a shame that the gardener just brought the sculptor home.”

“Why’s that?”

“If she’d only dug a bit deeper into that ditch, she could have rescued a whole blog’s worth of these rock-bottom storylines!”

As the two busts burst out into irreverent laughter again, Estrella breathlessly whirled to Mister Finnegan in baffled and appalled astonishment. “How did you-- Why would you do such a thing?”

But the man’s forehead was creased and lost, as if he was trying to see and make sense of the entire world all at once.

“I tried--” he began, but he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he simply said, “...I tried.”

#Thank you again for the ask Anon! ^^#I've had the mental image of Aldrich lying in a ditch the day after he casts the life-giving spell for /so long/#and how some kindly person would help him out #but I never thought I'd write it.#XD #Okay but yeah poor guy ran off to try to bring his wayward sculptures back #and all the while the spell is still working and bringing things to life.#He had to be in pretty bad shape before he just collapsed.#Especially because [spoiler spoilering spoiler] and even though some of them probably [spoiler spoiler] it's still pretty bad at first.#tumblr #askmeme #ntwf #sylphscope says stuff #Also I did a search of the entire RP thread and no one EVER calls Aldrich 'Mr. Finnegan'?? XD #'Mister Aldrich' sounds both personable and respectful so I see why #but I was amazed when I tried to find references of it. xD

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youngwings-writes · 5 years

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Rose Colored Boy Part 1

Just Hang With Me and My Weather

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Summary: The weather perfectly matches your mood: dreary. Everything that could possibly gone wrong has gone wrong until a certain blue-haired boy shows up.

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1.8k

A/N: I’m finally following through with actually posting my writing on here,,, wowie. This is part ¼ of this series, our first part revolving around Suga. The next three parts will each revolve around a member of another group. All parts are inspired by the song Rose Colored Boy by Paramore and a particular lyric from the song. Since this is my first time posting my writing, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

A/N from the future: I finally made a side blog for my writing, so here’s a repost of my first imagine from my main blog. It’s kinda cringy, but I mean, I tried.

It started out a day the same as any other; you woke up, got ready, hopped in your car, and set out for work. Little did you know that as soon as you left in your car things would spiral downhill. FAST.

You were hardly ten minutes into your forty-minute commute when your car stalled out at a red light. The line of cars behind you began honking their horns and cussing you out as you attempted to move your car out of the way. Being only one person with a smaller stature, it took you a bit of time to get your vehicle to the side of the road where you would no longer be in the way. Clothes disheveled and attitude starting its negative descent, you put on a brave face and called your boss. You worked at a small music store downtown that was already understaffed, so you could imagine how thrilled your boss would be when he found out you were going to be late.

Frustrated tears pricked the backs of your eyes as your boss ended the one-sided screaming match with a “You have 35 minutes to get here or you’re fired!” With a sigh, you called a tow truck and walked to the nearest bus stop in hopes of making it to work in your given time frame. Expecting things to start going your way again you waited patiently for the large vehicle to arrive. Two minutes passed. Then five. Then ten. By fifteen it had started to rain out of nowhere. After twenty the bus finally showed up. You climbed the stairs, paid the fare, and made your way to find a seat.

By this point you were soaked to the bone and beyond ready for the day to be over despite having just begun. Plopping down into your seat you let out a heavy sigh and shoved your earbuds in your ears in hopes of avoiding any unwanted conversation. Did it work? Of course not. Conversation was avoided, but a mother and her screaming child had sat next to you. You tried turning up your music as loud as you could, but to no avail; you could still hear the child’s wailing and screeching from beside you. Why the mother made no attempt to silence her kid was beyond you.

Finally, your bus ride from hell came to an end and you began your trek from the bus stop to your place of employment. You knew you were beyond late and looked like something a cat would have dragged in from outside, but it was better for you to show up rather than not. Bracing yourself for the shitstorm to come, you smoothed your hair and clothes to the best of your ability, mentally prepared yourself and what you were going to say to your boss, and marched into the store as if you weren’t about to get your ass handed to you.

“Well look who finally decided to show up! Didn’t I tell you that you had 35 minutes or you would be unemployed?!” Your boss was spitting mad just as you had expected.

You bowed deeply and began your prepared speech.

“Yes, you did sir, and I greatly apologize for not fulfilling your orders. I made my way here as fast as I could an-“

You were cut off.

“I don’t have time for this. I gave you a time limit, and you failed to follow through. I can’t and won’t tolerate this; I made that clear from the moment I hired you. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I must let you go, Y/N. Collect whatever belongings you have here and go back home. You’ll get your last paycheck next week,” your boss said with a sigh.

Your heart shattered. This was the absolute last thing you needed after all you went through just to get here. What you did to have him fire you after this single incident, you had no clue. You had been one of the best employees, he had always told you that, but here he was, firing you like that.

Grabbing the few things you had, you made your way back into the rain with your head hanging low. Dragging your feet through the streets in the pouring rain you let your mind wander.

“Where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Where do I go from here? How will I pay rent without a job? What will my parents say? How will I pay to fix my car?”

All worries were pushed to the side as your phone blipped and you heard a honk from behind you. Checking your phone, you saw you received a text.

From: Sweet as Suga

“Look behind you”

You spun on your heel so fast you almost fell. A head of blue hair peeped out the window of the car behind you. Min Yoongi flashed a gummy smile in your direction, seemingly melting away the horrors of today.

Yoongi had been you friend for just shy of two years. You met when he had come into the music store during your shift looking for speakers he could use in the studio. The two of you hit it off instantly and have been best friends since. He introduced you to Bangtan soon after befriending you, although you already knew the other members as you were a fan.

“How much longer are you going to stand in the rain? At this rate, you’ll catch a cold,” he snapped you out of your thoughts.

You ran faster than you have since your high school mile test to the safety of his car. Upon closing the door warmth flooded your body, both from the warmth of the car and the warmth of Yoongi being there for you. Before you could register what was happening tears were flooding your vision and you had collapsed into Suga’s arms.

He let you release all your frustration in his arms all the while saying just what you needed to hear. Pulling yourself together, you pulled away from the comfort of his arms and gave him a small smile.

“Now, I’m done at the studio for today, so would you rather go to the dorm or back to your apartment?”

“My apartment. I love the boys and all, but honestly, I just need chill time after the day I’ve had,” you replied offering a weak smile.

It isn’t that you liked Suga more than the others, it was that you couldn’t handle that much energy right now. You knew if you were to be with all of them right now you would snap. Right now, all you needed was a warm bath, cozy pajamas, junk food, and a movie with Yoongi. Listening to the rhythm of the rain and soft hum of the music, you drifted off as you drove home.

You awoke to your best friend carrying you into your apartment. He glanced down at your previously sleeping figure to see that you were now awake. Redirecting his vision to the hall in front of him, you could have sworn you saw a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He opened the door to your bedroom and gently set you down on your bed.

“I’m going to run a bath for you. Just shout if you need anything,” he cleared his throat and exited the room.

You grabbed your favorite pajamas, your spiderbear pajamas, and a towel and made your way toward the bathroom where Suga was fiddling with the bath.

“You do realize you could have just woke me up instead of carrying me all the way upstairs and into the apartment. Picking me up and spending time with me was plenty.”

Upon hearing your voice, he jumped a bit and turned to face you.

“It isn’t a big deal. You had a difficult day and I’m trying to make it better. Besides, Y/N, you aren’t heavy so it was easy to carry you up here.”

You smiled and approached him. Setting your belongings down, you pulled him into a hug and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Your actions caused a stampede in your chest and a rosy blush to make its way across Yoongi’s cheeks, ears, and neck. He muttered something and promptly left you to bathe.

Steam emerged from the bathroom as did you. Walking into your room, you saw Yoongi had too changed into pajamas from the stash of clothes he left at your place. He slept over at least once a week if he wasn’t on tour, so it made life easier for the both of you if he just left clothes with you. Suga was curled under the comforter, a movie already in the DVD player, and snacks on the bed and night stands.

Noticing you in the doorway, he opened his arms for you to lay in. Gladly accepting the cuddles, you pressed play on the movie and began to binge the unhealthy foods before you. It hadn’t been more than 30 minutes before your eyes began to betray you and shut. Deciding it was better not to fight it, you let sleep win.

You awoke to the rustling of Suga leaving his spot beside you. Sleep clouding your mind, you caught his wrist before he was out of reach.

“Stay.”

He climbed back in beside you, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heart was racing faster than it ever had. You moved your gaze to his face as he did the same. His eyes wandered to your lips. Your eyes wandered to his. Slowly, both of you closed the distance.

The kiss was slow and sweet, emotions both of you held in for far too long revealing themselves. Breaking the kiss for air both of you were smiling brighter than ever before. Sunshine emanated from Yoongi, completely blocking out the dreary weather.

“Y/N?”

Enjoying the blissful moment, you simply hummed in response.

“You have no idea how long I was waiting to do that.”

You grinned before giving a quick, “the feeling is mutual.”

“I could never fathom the possibility of you feeling the same. Now knowing that you do, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“There is nothing in this world I would rather do more.”

With that, the both of you gazed into each other’s eyes, Yoongi giving you his signature gummy grin, before leaning in once again. He peppered your face in kisses, you giggling all the while. With a final, sweet, chaste kiss to your lips, he snuggled into you. Within minutes the both of you were asleep in the other’s arms, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“How did I get so lucky?”

#min yoongi #suga #min suga #bts #bts imagines #suga imagines #kpop imagines #youngwings-writes #kpop drabble

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headcanonsandmore · 6 years

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Drarry, a snatched kiss in a busy house and awkwaaaaard (omg I'm SO excited for this watch me camp out on your blog while you do these asks!!!!)

Thanks, anon- this was really fun to write. It was originally going to be a headcanon, but turned into a fanfiction when I was writing it. Hope you enjoy it!

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A snatched kiss: A Drarry Awkward Fanfiction

It was a miserable wetday when Draco apparated outside Harry’s flat. Draco was feeling nervous- itwas his first christmas with Harry, and he was aware of all the expectationsthat came with that. He had spent most of the previous evening deciding what hewas going to wear- he’d lost several hours sleep over it, but had eventuallysettled on a white button-down shirt and sober green trousers, with his trustymuggle-made waterproof jacket slung over his shoulders to stop the rain.

Draco rang thedoorbell. He swallowed nervously- would Harry like what he looked like? Would he like the oak-matured mead that Draco had brought? Had he used too muchhair-gel? Would Harry feel intimidated?

All these questionswere blown from his mind the instant the door opened. A cacophony of noise hitDraco’s ears like a herd of stampeding elephants, and there was Harry, glassesaskew and with several gravy-stains down his already dirty jumper, standing inthe doorway.

‘Draco- hi! Comein-come in- you must be freezing! Is that mead? Thank you so much- you reallydidn’t have to- Ron, budge up- Draco’s here!’

As Draco was pulledinto the warm, bustling flat, he felt his cheeks flush- partially with thesudden heat, and partially because Harry’s hand was in his. Draco swallowedhard again, praying silently that his hands were all sweaty.

He hurriedly wiped hisfeet on the mat, and pulled his shoes off. Harry, who still hadn’t let go ofDraco’s hand, looked him up and down. Draco could feel his face started to burnagain as Harry locked eyes with him, and took a step towards him. Draco pausedfrom placing his coat on a hook on the wall. He felt like his legs were turningto stone.

Harry was barely a fewinches from him now, his mouth curling into a wide smile, and his eyes glinting.Draco swallowed nervously.

‘HARRY- YOUR OVEN ISSMOKING!’

The sharp, impatient,voice of Hermione Granger made both Harry and Draco jump. Harry gave Draco anapologetic look, and then turned on his heel towards the kitchen.

Draco stood in thedeserted hallway, his breathing still rapid, and his heart racing. He checkedhis complexion in a nearby mirror (his hair had been crumpled slightly by thehood of his coat, but no matter), and followed Harry into the brightly lit kitchen.

Harry was cursing underhis breath as he crouched over the oven, which was omitting worrying amounts ofsmoke and giving off a smell of burnt potatoes. Hermione Granger was supervisingHarry from the work-top with a stern look, something Draco noticed had gottenmore powerful since she had begun working at the Ministry of Magic.

‘Harry, I told you toset an alarm. Every year you’re like this, and every year it gets burned-’

‘’Mione- give him abreak, okay- he knows what he’s doing’

The freckled face ofRon Weasley came into view from behind an open cupboard door, clutching severalplates. Crossing the kitchen, he placed the plates on the small table, andturned to Draco, offering his hand.

‘Er- hi’ said Draco,shaking it. His relationship with Ron had never exactly been easy, especiallysince their school-days. But he appreciated that Ron was trying to bridge thegap.

‘First christmas withHarry?’ enquired Ron ‘You’re in for a treat- never a dull moment with Harry ‘Idon’t need a recipe; I’ll just wing it’ Potter cooking the meal…’

‘I am not that bad!’exclaimed Harry, turning away from the still-smoking oven. He and Draco lockedeyes again, causing Draco’s stomach to bubble uncomfortably. Draco could tellthat Harry was also remembering their brief non-conversation in the hallway afew moments prior.

‘A-anyway…’ stuttered Harry,turning his attention back to the oven ‘The potatoes are mostly okay- just abit over-done. Ron, can you help me with the vegetables?’

To Draco, the rest ofthe day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. One moment, he and Hermione hadbeen pushed out of the kitchen by Ron, citing a need for Harry to concentrateon his cooking. The next, Hermione was opening the door to several of theirfellow Hogwarts Alumni sometime just after mid-day, although Draco didn’treally know many of the rosy-faced people wiping their shoes on the mat.

Eventually, Harry andRon asked everyone to be seated around the small table in the incredibly warmkitchen, and everyone trooped in, Draco at the back. He found himself perchedon a seat in-between Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott, but he ate in almosttotal silence whilst everyone-else talked. Draco noticed that Harry kept tryingto catch his eye, but Draco could barely look at him without getting nervous.

Eventually, the desertplates had been collected, and everyone sat in their seat, their stomachsbloated with too much good food. Draco had enjoyed the meal, but had declined asecond helping of potatoes. He was feeling like it was probably time to go, andstood up awkwardly, his chair clattering on the stone tiled floor.

‘Er- Harry’ he heardhimself saying ‘I’m gonna-I’m gonna go now’.

‘Oh’ said Harry, hisface falling ‘Okay- let me just get your coat. Follow me.’

Harry disentangled himselffrom his chair, and led Draco out of the kitchen and along the hallway, hisface hidden from Draco’s view. The sounds of the packed kitchen became moremuffled as the door closed behind them- the first time that it had been quietsince Draco had arrived.

Harry tried to reachthe hook holding Draco’s coat, but his arms couldn’t reach. Draco smiled- healways forgot how short Harry was.

‘It’s fine, Harry- I’vegot it…’

Draco leant over Harryand picked his coat off the hook. However, before he could lean back, Harryturned and placed his arms firmly but softly around Draco’s neck.

‘What are you-?’started Draco, but stopped when he saw the look on Harry’s face. The same widegrin, and that same blazing look in his eyes that he had seen briefly earlierthat day.

‘Got you now’ whisperedHarry, just before his lips met Draco’s.

Draco could feel hisface burning, just as it had been when the two of them had been alone before. Hisbrain seemed to have short-circuited, and he could taste burnt potatoes onHarry’s lips.

Harry re-arranged hisarms around Draco’s neck, and their lips parted. Draco could imagine that he wasblushing like an idiot, and was probably sweating too much. But he didn’t care-Harry Potter had just kissed him, and all the awkwardness of the majority ofthe day seemed to have evaporated.

‘Happy Holidays, Draco’breathed Harry, smiling up at him ‘I’m sorry it was so awkward…’

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Thanks again for the prompt, anon! Happy Holidays!

#headcanon request prompts #headcanon prompts #headcanon submission #draco and harry #draco x harry #harry and draco #harry x draco #drarry #drarry cute #drarry adorable #drarry kiss #drarry kissing #drarry during the holidays #happy holidays

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the-redhead-who-writes · 6 years

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Out of a Hat

"Picture Marvin performing a classic: pulling a rabbit out of a hat. He's done it a thousand times, but you've never been in the audience before..." A sweet, fluffy fic staring you and our magic boy!

It’s story time again, dorks! This fic is a birthday gift for @freckled-words! I know she has a soft spot for our magic boy, so I wrote a story based on a prompt I sent to her blog ages ago. I hope you guys enjoy!

Links: AO3

Your hair blew gently around your shoulders as you strolled aimlessly along the gravel pathways, the sun warm on your bare arms. You took a deep breath, smiling contentedly in the fresh air.

It really was the perfect day to be outside.

When you woke up that morning to the gorgeous summer sunshine streaming in through your window, you’d immediately jumped on the chance to take advantage of the weather. Throwing on your favourite blue sundress, you packed a picnic lunch and chose to head to the park a few blocks from your house.

You arrived around midday, and initially, it seemed pretty quiet; some parents were out with their kids by the play equipment, a few elderly couples were sitting by the fountain, and the ice cream vendor had just opened her pop-up stand. On a Saturday like this, you’d expected there to be more people around.

So where was everyone?

You got your answer as the sounds of distant applause and cheering floated up from the nearby grandstand at the bottom of the hill. Intrigued, you decided to put your picnic on hold and take a look.

Reaching the top, you peered down and saw a decent-sized crowd had gathered around a makeshift stage, an accented voice echoing over the mass of spectators.

“-nd that, kids, is why we only let a trained professional light a deck of cards on fire.” Laughter rang out, though you struggled to see from your distant vantage point.

From what you could tell, there was a man on stage. Standing next to a small table and wearing a long black cape, a blue shirt, and dark pants, he interacted animatedly with the audience in front of him. He also had a top hat, and what looked like… a mask?

Your brain worked to connect the dots, and a wide grin spread across your face.

A Magician!

Filled with sudden, childlike excitement, you ran the rest of the way down the hill only to hit the immovable wall of the crowd.

You huffed, cursing your height as your craned your neck to try and see.

“Alrighty, onto my next trick!” Whoops were met as the man addressed the captivated audience, and he motioned to a velvet drawstring bag sitting on the fold-out table.

“I sure hope no here is allergic to feathers,” he called out with a waggle of his eyebrows, and the crowd held its breath in anticipation. He reached his hand down into the bag, bizarrely sinking to his shoulder as he seemed to feel around for something. Then, with a flourish, he yanked his hand back out.

“Ta-da!”

... A beat of silence, then more laughter. Clutched in the Magician’s fist was a large white pillow.

At this, the man blinked before bringing the pillow to eye-level and staring at it perplexedly. “Um… pretty sure this is supposed to be a bird.”

He quickly turned back to the bag and grabbed it with his free hand. “I know I brought them!” he muttered to “himself” as he gave it a furious shake, even going as far as to stick his face into the mouth of the bag while the audience roared with laughter.

With a dumbfounded look, he dropped the bag back on the table.

“Sorry everybody, it looks like I done goofed!”

He shrugged helplessly amid playful shouts of disappointment, and you giggled at the hurt-puppy expression on his partially concealed face.

“Now now, don't worry folks; there’s plenty more magic to be seen!” the showman hurriedly assured his fans. “Let’s just move on, shall we?”

Scattered applause, then he looked dejectedly at the pillow he was still holding.

“Guess I won’t be needing this!” he said dismissively and turned his back on the crowd. Throwing the pillow carelessly over his shoulder, it arced high in the air, and just before it looked like it would fall into the audience, there was a tremendous bang! and a puff of thick smoke.

People screamed in surprise, and you flinched at the sudden loud sound. Then the smoke cleared, and you blinked up at the sky, your eyes growing wide with delight.

An entire flock of white doves swirled overhead, dipping and gliding in the wind. The crowd went wild, people young and old reaching up to try and touch the birds as they flew past and disappeared over the horizon.

The Magician happily bowed to deafening applause, and his show carried on for another 20 minutes, during which he made a selection of colourful scarves tie and untie themselves in a series of complicated looking knots; built a very impressive, multi-tiered house of cards, only to slip and knock the entire structure over amidst laughter; and performed an enthralling show with shadow hand puppets, ranging from your basic cat to an entire moose!

Once he finished putting away the projector and screen used for the shadow puppets, the Magician raised his hands, and silence fell over the crowd.

“Thank you so much, you've been an absolutely fantastic audience! But, I'm afraid all things must come to an end.”

You ‘aww’d’ along with everyone else, and the man held his fist to his mouth dramatically, pretending to hold back a sob.

“No, please, no tears. For this, my final trick, is both a classic and my personal favourite!” He swiped his top hat off his head and threw it towards the card table, where it landed smoothly with the brim facing up.

Your heart leapt at the declaration, but of course, you weren't the only one excited to see what would happen. The entire mob swarmed forward, trying to get even an inch closer to the stage.

That's when you saw it; a narrow space in the throng of people.

You hesitated, biting your lip and weighing your options. It was probably the only opening you were going to get, but there was a real possibility you could get crushed in the impending stampede… Was it worth the risk?

“Now I can't do this trick alone. Allow me to introduce a friend of mine!”

At that, The Magician reached into the folds of his satin cape and from somewhere within its depths produced just about the cutest rabbit you'd ever seen.

“This is Bunny! Say hello, Bunny!” The animal blinked lazily, twitching its soft pink nose while the audience cooed at the small creature.

Well, that was easy.

Steeling your resolve, you clutched your picnic basket to your chest and dove forward.

It was mass hysteria; people everywhere bumping into each other and elbows flying. It was also nearly impossible to see, but luckily you could still hear as the Magician carried on with his act.

“Now watch as I place Bunny inside my trusty hat, hiding her under this handkerchief. And with a wave of my hands…”

You could only assume his next few actions. There was a rustle of fabric and then-

“Behold!!” More applause as the crowd ‘ooh-ed’ and ‘ahh-ed’ in excitement. “Have no fear; bringing her back is a simple task for a skilled Magician! First, I re-cover the hat, like so-”

Worried you were going to miss the end of the performance, you redoubled your efforts to wiggle through. And while it took some maneuvering that would've made a gymnast blush, you managed to squeeze into the heart of the crowd unscathed.

Brushing off your dress, you looked up to a perfect view of the stage and the Magician as he laid a deep purple cloth over his empty top hat.

His mask caught your eye first; definitely catlike, with the four card suit emblems painted on the forehead. Pointy green ears and whiskers completed the look, though the ears weren’t the only green feature. Up close and without his hat, you realized the front of his brown hair was dyed a bright shade of green. Unusual, but you found that it suited him handsomely.

“Is everyone ready?”

You were pulled from your thoughts at his Irish-tinged voice, now louder that you were near the front.

“How about on the count of 3?”

Explosive cheers as he took a step back, bracing himself as he lifted his hands towards his hat. “Ok, here we go!”

“1!”

The audience chimed in with his count, yourself included. The look of giddy joy on the man’s face was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“2!!”

The crowd was on the edge of its seat, practically vibrating with energy. You gripped your picnic basket tighter, eagerly awaiting the climax of his trick as your heart drummed in your chest.

“3!!!”

Just as he reached the end of the countdown, the Magician turned his head towards the crowd. His eyes swept over the audience, positively beaming, before coming to rest… on you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

It should’ve been impossible to tell; there were dozens of other people crowded around you, and the mask he wore obscured his face. But for some reason you just knew: he was looking at you.

The realization hit you suddenly, and the effect was immediate: a blush heated your cheeks, an uncontrollable smile stretching across your face as the roar of the crowd faded. You thought you saw his eyes widen behind his mask, and you couldn’t help but wonder what colour they were…

A flash of shimmering green light. A cool, tingling sensation that prickled your skin.

You didn’t even have the chance to be shocked as the weight of your picnic basket and the feeling of the uneven grass beneath your feet suddenly melted away.

Sound filled your ears, growing from a soft hum to a high-pitched whistling. The world became a blur and your eyes were forced shut. Your body lurched, rushing up, forward, somewhere and then-

Your shoes slammed back down to earth on a much more solid surface. You groaned, the air punched from your lungs and head spinning from vertigo. Squinting at the too-bright sunshine, you slowly opened your eyes.

Hundreds of eyes stared back at you; dozens of faces you didn’t recognize shouting and waving in a frenzy.

You froze.

...You were standing on stage.

The same stage you were fairly certain you’d just been watching from a few dozen feet away.

A strange, hysterical urge to laugh rose up in you.

This-this wasn’t happening. It was impossible. How?!

Trying and failing to understand what was going on, you were about two seconds from bolting when something soft fell in front of your face. Startled, you made to brush whatever it was aside and noticed a weight in your arms.

You glanced down.

There was a rabbit cradled soundly against your chest, soaking in the warmth of your body.

A very familiar rabbit.

The Magicians-

Your eyes widened as your thoughts caught up with you. Shaking away whatever was hanging in your eyes, you turned your head.

The man standing across from you was no longer the playful, composed performer you’d been watching mere moments ago. Now he was completely red in the face, flushing from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. His mouth hung open in embarrassed horror, hands raised in shock.

Now that you were this close to him, you distantly realized his eyes were a breathtaking blue.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!!”

“Is she his assistant or something?”

“Must be, they totally match!!”

“Aww, they’re so cute together!”

“Where did the ears come from, though?”

...Ears?

The snippets of conversation drew your attention away from the shell-shocked man, and your face turned a shade of scarlet that rivaled his own.

You… you had bunny ears on. The new feeling and weight of a headband confirmed it.

What. The. Hell.

As for the two of you matching, well... Your sundress… did compliment the blue of his shirt... But that was just a coincidence!

A small voice in the back of your mind whispered something else entirely.

Fate.

The blood pounded in your ears, a combination of shock and self-consciousness coursing through you. But as you turned to look at the Magician again, his face marred with apologetic humiliation, you felt a twinge of sympathy.

Sure, you had no idea how this happened, but apparently, neither did he. And he certainly looked like he felt sorry - if “sorry” meant about to pass out cold.

You looked back at the screaming audience, took a deep breath, and came to a decision.

Moving to deposit Bunny into the awaiting hat on the card table, you then walked to the edge of the stage, where you started clapping. Smiling as brightly as you could manage, you exclaimed, “Another round of applause, everyone! Wasn’t that incredible?”

You hurried to wave the Magician out of his stupor and to your side. He watched you incredulously, but cautiously took center stage.

The crowd’s cheers grew tenfold, and a hesitant smile tugged at the showman's lips.

He was still a little stunned, so you ever-so-slightly elbowed him in the ribs. He yelped, but after your pointed head jerk towards the audience seemed to take the hint.

Clearing his throat, he called over the crowd in a wavering voice, “T-thank you, you’re too kind…”

He fidgeted with the hem of his cape before adding, “And of course, I couldn’t have done it without the help of my-” he shot you a side glance, “-lovely a-assistant.”

Shyly taking one of your hands in his, he brought it up to his lips and brushed a feather-light kiss over your knuckles.

You had no hope of containing the fresh blush his words and actions caused, so instead, you embraced it, turning back to the audience. “He’s truly amazing, isn’t he? Really, how does he do it?”

Then, as a little payback, you leaned down to eye-level, lowering your voice to a teasing whisper. “I sure wish I knew…”

The Magician gulped, and you smothered a laugh as he released your hand.

You both stood basking in the adoration of the audience when you thought of something.

“Bow.”

“W-what?”

“Go on, take a bow!” You stepped back to give him the floor, no longer needing to fake your smile.

He nodded jerkily, turning to face his adoring fans. With a show of grandeur, he swept his cape back and bowed low to overwhelming applause.

You grinned despite the absurdity of the situation; he made it easy.

“Marvin the Magnificent thanks you one and all! Until next time, folks!”

His encompassing stage presence seemingly back in full swing, he swiftly turned to offer you his arm. You sheepishly accepted and together you headed backstage, waving goodbye to the crowd.

But as soon as you’d gotten behind the curtain and out of sight, the man - Marvin - whirled around, guilt written all over his features.

“Miss, I am so, so, sorry. I-I didn’t mean to - I swear I know that trick like the back of my hand and I’ve done it just fine all the other times!! But then I saw you and I got distracted and I guess I just... ”

He trailed off, looking utterly lost, and while you had to admit it was a little cute, you didn’t like seeing him so upset.

“Marvin- um, is that your real name?” you asked softly, and he nodded. Happy to finally know his name, you continued, “Marvin, it’s alright.”

You dropped your gaze to your sandals, shuffling your feet.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not usually so good in front of crowds, but whatever that was back there…” You looked up, gazing into his ocean-blue eyes, “It was amazing. Or-” you chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear- “should I say “magnificent?”

Another blush crawled up his face, disappearing behind his mask. He opened his mouth to say something - probably another stuttered apology - when a figure barrelled out of nowhere, tackling Marvin in a fierce hug.

“Bro, that was awesome!!” the stranger cried, enthusiastically noogie-ing Marvin while he spluttered in protest.

“Ch-Chase, dammit, cut it out!”

Marvin quickly twisted himself out of the headlock, blushing even harder than before.

The new man, who was excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet, bore a striking resemblance to Marvin, green hair and all. “How'd you do it, huh?” he prodded eagerly, “And why didn’t ya tell us you got an assistant?”

“He didn’t. Ol’ Marvin here just can’t seem to keep it in his pants,” a grating, high-pitched voice said in your ear, and you whirled around to see a man resembling the first two with black gauges in his ears.

His smirk was sharp, as were his teeth, and you let out an involuntary shriek at the deep, crude gashes in his neck.

He cackled at the clear horror on your face. “Aw, don’t worry about these, girlie. Not all of Marvin’s tricks can go as well as this one, ya know?”

You paled, and his giggles only grew louder.

Marvin choked, horrified. “He’s just kidding, I swear!!”

The manic grin on the scarred man’s face did little to calm the frantic beating of your heart, but you chose to believe Marvin rather than dwell on the alternatives.

Swallowing, you tentatively asked, “Wh-who are you guys? More performers?”

The three men exchanged bemused looks, and Scars started laughing again.

Marvin hurriedly shushed him. “Not quite,” he explained. “These are my uh… brothers: Chase-“ A quick nod to the man now fiddling with a Nerf gun he’d pulled from the waistband of his jeans. “-and Anti.“ Another sinister smirk from Scars. “They come to watch my shows sometimes, that’s all.”

“And this one was totally rad!” Chase chimed in excitedly, “Way cooler than his usual stuff - especially that last part!”

Anti leered at you, grinning. “Yeah, Marvie sure can pick ‘em.”

Marvin bristled, moving to stand just a little closer to you. You didn’t notice, though, your curiosity piqued.

“Wait, what was ‘cooler’?”

Chase shrugged. “Normally his “big finish” is just making his rabbit disappear and reappear. Totally lame.”

You blinked. “I thought you had, like, an actual assistant waiting in the wings or something.”

Marvin flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. “No… Like I said, it was an accident.“

“Oh, so were these an accident too then?” You reached up to pointedly tug on your newest accessory, rubbing the silky material of one ear between your fingers.

Marvin’s face went crimson once more as he stammered, refusing to meet your gaze.

Anti’s giggles were back, seemingly unfazed by Marvin’s red-faced glare.

“He really likes bunnies.”

The emphasis behind his words didn’t go unnoticed. The silence was suffocating with Marvin looking anywhere but at you and Anti grinning like a cat who found the birdcage open.

Thankfully, Chase spoke up, blissfully unaware of the lingering tension. “So… you aren’t his new assistant?”

You blanked. “I-I don't think so?” you answered, unsure.

Chase cocked his head, crestfallen. “Why not? It looked like you had fun, and you guys were so cool.”

His reasoning was simple, but you realized that Chase was right nonetheless. As crazy as the show had been, the thrill of performing was something you could definitely get used to. Coupled with the chance to work (and maybe even grow closer) with Marvin? It was a no-brainer!

“I mean… I could be convinced to do another show or two.”

Marvin’s face lit up, and he turned to gape at you again. “R-really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure, so long as you don’t mind training me a bit first.”

Marvin beamed. “Of course! I’ll teach you everything I know!”

“That’ll be a quick class,” Anti muttered snidely.

You frowned at the jab and took Marvin by the hand, who was still grinning brilliantly.

“Wanna go chat for a bit?” he asked, and you smiled, nodding.

His dark cape swung in a blur as he suddenly enveloped you in its folds. You heard Chase and Anti shout, then that cool, tingling feeling returned.

“Hold on!” Marvin instructed, and you wrenched your eyes shut as your body melted and shifted once more. It was much less jarring this time, and when you rematerialized again, you found yourself back at the picnic tables on top of the hill.

Marvin straightened his wind-tousled outfit, grinning.

“I will never get used to that,” you laughed breathlessly, finger combing your hair.

He chuckled, and you glanced over at the wooden tables with a sigh. “It’s too bad. The lunch I packed earlier has probably been trampled to pieces by now.”

Marvin grinned slyly. “Oh contrére!”

The Magician brought his palms together in a single, resounding clap, and as he pulled them apart, your picnic basket appeared, undamaged, and fell into his waiting grasp.

Wide-eyed, you gratefully received your basket and smiled. “I’m not even gonna ask how you did that.”

Marvin shrugged. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”

“Care to join me?” you offered, holding up the basket and gesturing to one of the tables. “After all, I think you still owe me some answers. Especially if I’m going to stick around and be your assistant.”

The ecstatic grin on Marvin’s face was adorable. “Absolutely! But, uh, do you mind if we make it a meal for three?”

At your puzzled expression, Marvin reached into his cape and once again pulled out Bunny.

“She’s not used to being upstaged; she might be a little grumpy with me.”

You laughed, no longer questioning the man’s strange abilities as you reached to stroke the velvety-soft rabbit behind the ears. “I think we can manage that.”