#so i’ve kept a good secret once i can do it again. right. i’m good at pretending to ignore men and actually ignoring men

[notjanine]

i have in-person class with that guy today for the first time since we started messing around and like. yes it will be weird to sit in a full, intimate classroom with someone who’s seen my entire naked body and pretend like we are just casual academic acquaintances and not two people who are gonna frantically undress each other in a few hours. yes i am going to be distracted thinking about previous and future activities that are much more pleasant than sitting in a cold monday morning classroom. however. i am asserting dominance by bothering him even more than i will be bothered bc ngl this man has a hair fetish and i went out of my way to make sure mine looks fantastic today, this hair is LOOSE and BIG and SHINY, the curls are DEFINED, he WILL want to touch it and he WILL have to resist and he WILL suffer 😌✨

#this is going to be funnnnn #and like okay just so y’all know i’m not being like a toxic manipulative freak we have discussed #how this is going to be and he is amusedly anticipating the temptation #anyway glad to have a reason to get back into hair care tbh! #i really stopped deep conditioning regularly after i moved here and it’s like #damn. i forgot why i was doing that in the first place. feels good looks good smells good babeyy #also like this is an internship class and this cohort is pretty tight so i am concerned that someone might Notics #and when i say it’s an intimate classroom i mean. we all arrange the desks in a circle and prof makes us talk about our feelings lmao #it’s intense #BUT okay i also met my ex at school and we were in the same department and we didn’t have classes together but everyone was always around #and i talked to my closest friend from undergrad recently and FINALLY asked her did she know who my ex was and she was like #girl why would i know that?! and then i told her and she had NO idea #so i’ve kept a good secret once i can do it again. right. i’m good at pretending to ignore men and actually ignoring men #lizzo_boys.mp3

[casuallyawkardd]

Close Encounters of the Spiderkind Pt II

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Your daughter needs a sitter at the last minute and no one else is available, at least that’s what you thought..

Warnings: Fluff, Miguel is still a softie around kids, your daughter is a menace to society, this is basically the Miggy and Vada show, I’m not fluent in Spanish so correct me if I mess up 

A/N: Here’s the part 2 ya’ll wanted so bad! Thank you for the lovely feedback from the last post, I appreciate you guys 💞 If you want to be tagged for future parts, be sure to join the TAGLIST

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Another month had passed since your little home visit with Miguel. Halfway between then and now, you had decided on sharing your little secret with the rest of the Spider Society. It was no surprise when the other spiders wanted to know more about your daughter, many insisting that you bring her in some time for them to meet. It was especially rewarding when Peter B and Jess heard the news. Granted, Jess was a bit annoyed that you had kept Vada a secret for so long and Peter thought you had deprived Mayday of a potential friend, but after the initial shock they were just as eager to meet her as the others. 

Everyone was surprised at how anticlimatic Miguel’s reaction was. “I already knew,” he would reply when someone would question his behavior, “it’s my job to know.” Ever the cocky asshole, O’Hara. 

The biggest pro to the whole of Spider Society knowing you had a kid was the near infinite amount of babysitters. And trusted ones at that. Except Ben...he was on probation for encourging Vada to hit a new PR with very big, very real weights. Hobie was on thin ice as well, in your opinion Vada was too young to be ‘sticking it to the man’ as he so generously put it. 

When Miguel finds you, you’re in the Go Home Machine control room. Weird, he definitely remembered assigning you an urgent mission. He saunters in, welcomed by the sound of Spider-Byte and you in a very heated discussion.

“Come on Margo, it’s only for a few hours. Vada is a good girl, she won’t get in the way of your work.”

“Nope, not gonna do it. It’s way too last minute, do you see how many anomalies I have to send out today? Plus, I don’t do kids. They're sticky and my equipment doesn't do sticky,” Margo says dismisively, her holgogram zooming around the room as she continues her work.

"My daughter is not sticky," you retort, spinning around in place trying to keep up with her, arms crossed, suited up and ready to go. Miguel recognizes the annoyed look on your face, glad he’s not on the receiving end of it for once, but he’s about to be.

“What’s the hold up? I told you to be on Earth-76C ten minutes ago.”

Your head snaps in his direction, frustration fading only slightly as you huff, “I know. I’m supposed to pick up Vada in an hour, but now I need someone to do it instead and watch her until I finish the mission,” you deadpan him, fidgetting with the Gizmo on your wrist. 

“Did you try-”

“Yes, yes, I’ve asked everyone. Jess is doing date night, Peter said Mayday is sick...” Miguel listens as you rattle off the excuses every spiderperson threw at you, listing every close friend of yours in the society. “...Her grandparents are out of town and my neighbor is the one watching her now, but she has plans tonight as well. So if you have any bright ideas-”

“I can watch her,” it’s so surprising to hear those words come out of Miguel's mouth that even Margo has stopped working to look at him, but his eyes are focused solely on you. Your mouth is moving, but no sound comes out as you try to form a coherent sentence. 

“I couldn’t-”

“It’s really no problem.”

“You’re probably busy-”

“I’m actually very free right now.”

You scoff, hands moving to your hips, “Did Lyla lock you out of your lab again when you went to go grab food from the cafeteria?”

His eyebrows furrow and his jaw tightens, “Do you need a sitter or not?”

Miguel had lost track of how long he was standing in the hall of your apartment building, holographic suit materialized into more fitting clothes for your universe. It felt like an abnormal amount of time, but was probably only a few minutes. Only one old lady going into her apartment looked at him funny, but that was most likely due to the uncomfortable look on his face. It’d been a long time since he’d had to look after a kid by himself, let alone one as young as Vada. 

He had seen her in passing, whenever you would pick up or drop her off with one of the other spiders who had agreed to watch her. You even introduced them one time, saying he was your boss. Vada had just stared at him, he couldn’t tell if it was with a look of fear, confusion or awe. He had no idea how she would react to him picking her up rather than her mother. 

His knuckles rapped against the door and Miguel could hear someone approach from the other side. When it opened he was greeted by a woman, looking to be around your age, maybe even younger. She did a double take when she saw him, but Miguel was used to that. There weren’t a lot of universes where being six foot nine was considered normal. 

“Can I...help you?” she asked him finally.

“M’name’s Miguel...I was told to pick up Vada,” he said simply and her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Oh! You’re who she was calling about,” she called Vada’s name over her shoulder, letting the little girl know it was time to go. “How do you know Y/N again?”

“We’re coworkers,” it wasn’t a lie technically. Miguel parroting what you had told him to say so he could pretend to be someone you knew from your day job. 

“You’re a scientist?”

Miguel paused, confused by the question until he realized she was talking about his...physique. Her eyes not very subtly giving him the up and down. “I...work out when I’m stressed.”

The corners of the woman's mouth briefly turned down in a 'hmph' before returning to their normal position, “Must be hella stressed.”

There was the pitter patter of feet, making Miguel glance past the woman as Vada came to the door. It was almost comical how small she was compared to him, the top of her head barely making it to his hip. The pig tails that were meant to be on top of her head were lopsided, one still in tact while one sagged sideways, and there was a wet spot on her t-shirt. Is that...drool?

“She woke up from a nap about ten minutes ago,” the woman seemed to pick up on his confusion. She knelt down beside Vada, the two hugging goodbye, “Are you okay going with him back to your apartment?” she asked the toddler. 

Vada bit her lip in thought, looking back at Miguel as if to stare him down....or rather up. “Hmmm...yeah. Bye Aunt Harrie,” Vada responds in a neutral tone, stepping through the doorway with a backpack almost as big as her slung over one shoulder.

Miguel exchanged pleasantries with her aunt before the three parted ways. He easily tugged the backpack off her shoulder and followed the little girl down the hallway. She seemed to know the way home, their destination only a few floors up. The rickety elavator opened for them and Miguel stepped in, stopping the doors from closing at the last minute when he saw Vada had yet to get in. 

She...just stood there. Staring at him. Is she scared? Toddlers can get irrational fears, maybe the elevator freaks her out? Then she wouldn’t be looking at that instead of staring at me? “Are you coming?” he finally asked, meeting her gaze when she looks back up at him.

“You have to say superhero jump.” Well that was blunt.

“¿Perdóname?”

“Huh?”

Miguel cleared his throat, “I mean, what are you talking about?”

“Mama always says ‘superhero jump!’ and then I do a reeeally big jump from here to there,” Vada talks with her hands, pointing at her feet and then the elevator.

That’s ridiculous, was what Miguel was going to say before he stopped himself, sighing. “Superhero jump.”

“You have to say it in a happy voice.”

“Superhero jump~,” Miguel’s voice raised an octave in mock enthusiasm, but it seemed to do the trick as Vada did her bathetic jump over the elevator gap. “...Wow, good job.”

“Thank you,” she said proudly as she stood on her tip toes to hit the button for their floor. 

The rest of the short trip was uneventful. Miguel did give Vada a sideways glance when she didn’t request he say ‘superhero jump’ when they got out, calling her actions inconsistent in his head. Like he wasn’t referring to a toddler. When he opened the door to the apartment, Vada was off. She started by running into the living room, stuttering to a stop before going to her mother’s room, then her own and even the bathroom.

Finally she stopped back in the living room where Miguel waited, “Where’s Mama?”

“She’s working, I’m watching you, remember?”

Vada’s nose scrunched at that, “I want Mama.”

“I’m sure you do, but you’ll just have to wait.”

The toddler’s foot stomped defiantly, “I want Mama now!”

“Vada,” Miguel huffed, squatting to be level with her. “Cálmate, your mother will be home in a couple hours. You’re a big girl right? You can wait,” Vada glared at him, but it was hard to take a three year old’s anger seriously when she looked cute expressing it. She then gasped dramatically, cheeks puffing out as she held the breath, little hands covering her nose and mouth. There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at one another.

What was she-oh. Oh.

“Stop that, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna change my answer,” Miguel said a bit more firmly, making sure to be somewhat gentle still. She didn’t budge. “Vada, ay coño, that’s enough.¿Quieres desmayarte?” Do you want to pass out?

He reached a hand out to grab her, maybe jostle some sense into her, but didn’t get the chance as she erupted into giggle when his hand grazed her side. Miguel was confused at first before realization hit, “Are you ticklish?” he teased.

Vada giggled again, her bad mood seeming to fade away almost instantly, “Noooo~,” she cooed. 

Miguel scoffed, the corners of his mouth turning up, “Alright, you’re not ticklish, but come on. I’m sure you don’t want to just stare at each other until your mom comes home. There’s gotta be something you want to do? Maybe play? What do you and your mom do for fun?”

The afternoon went by surprisingly fast. Vada was...quite the little firecracker. Very much her mother’s daughter. Not only did she look like a carbon copy of her mom, but she had the same mannerisms. The way her nose scrunched when she was displeased with something he said, the way she bit her bottom lip when thinking hard about something, it was like he was babysitting a tinier version of you. 

Vada played him like a fiddle, getting him to play pretend with her little toys, even convincing him to do different voices for each of the dolls she had assigned to him. Miguel was just glad no one else was around to witness this, he’d be spending the rest of his life threatening them to keep quiet. He became very aware of the drama at Vada’s preschool, the little girl filling him in on all the latest gossip, to which Miguel was listening to with an embarrassing amount of intrigue. 

“...now Becca isn’t talking to Daina because Daina laid next to Teddy during nap time,” Vada rambles on, absentmindedly rolling a toy truck across the floor. 

“Uh huh, because Becca like likes Teddy,” Miguel affirms, his deep, monotone voice a stark contrast to hers. He sat next to her on the ground, watching Vada as she continued to play, while detangling the hair of one of her dolls with a tiny, plastic brush. 

“Yup! And then Becca got mad and pushed Daina into the sandpit, so now Becca can’t play outside for pickup.”

“Tch! Puta...” Miguel mutters the phrase without even registering it, catching himself when he realizes how invested he’s gotten in petty gossip. A child’s petty gossip, no less. Domínese, O’Hara... 

“Puta.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, looking back at Vada. Did she just.. “Don’t say that word.”

“Why?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“Nuh-uh, my mommy knows all the bad words and she's never said that one.”

“It is.”

“Poooootaaaaah~” Vada enunciates, giggling at how annoyed Miguel gets when she says it. Before Miguel can scold her once more, the clicking of the front door alerts them of your arrival, both Vada and Miguel’s head snapping to watch as you come in and shut the door behind you. 

It had been a more difficult mission than you had anticipated. The Sandman from your earth was reeking havoc in another dimension. Seemed like an easy fix, until you discovered there was another Sandman from a different universe also in the mix. After some sloppy web work, a little assistance from the spider of that universe and a few bruised ribs, you had them captured and returned to HQ to be sent back to their respective earths. The damage to your body was minimal, for someone with superhuman abilities, a good night’s rest would have you back to normal.

The door had hardly been shut when the familiar tapping of Vada’s feet on the hardwood approaches you. And as usual, you crouch down to accept her embrace, this time wincing slightly as her little body collides into yours, your toddler oblivious to the injuries you had sustained. She wastes no time talking your ear off, telling you how her day was at Aunt Harrie’s and her evening with Miguel.

Miguel, speaking of, stood in the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room to watch the interaction unfold. You don’t see it, but the sight of you watching as Vada eagerly chatters brings a smile to his face, just a small one, as he admired the relationship between mother and daughter. When you glance his way, he averts his gaze to the ground and clears his throat stiffly. 

“Well, sweet girl, it sounds like you had a busy day,” you say, looking back at your daughter. She’s beaming at you, a sight that always warms your heart no matter how many times you see it. “Come on, let’s get dinner started.” Vada moves like someone who’s never eaten, bolting to the kitchen counter and crawling onto one of the bar stools. 

“Can Miggy have dinner too?” she asks, fidgetting excitedly in her seat. The question makes you pause, stopping just as you were about to fill an empty pot with water. After hemming and hawing for a moment, Vada decides to turn her attention to the man in question, “Can you, Miggy? Can you?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, jaw set as he thinks of what to say, Vada waiting with bated breath. “Well...”

“It’s fine.” You finally find your voice again. 

Miguel turns his attention to you now, “It is?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you shrug simply, “that is if you want to stay for dinner.” Miguel purses his lips as he thinks over your offer and you try not to chuckle at the sight.

“...What are you making?”

“Boxed Mac n Cheese.”

He scoffs, “That doesn’t sound very-”

“Mac n Cheese is my favorite!” Vada chimes in, “Mama always gets the one’s shaped like unicorns and rainbows cuz they taste better.”

Her words make Miguel pause again, finally letting out a deep breath through his nose, “Sure, I’ll stay for dinner.”

You smile mischievously, “We’re happy to have you, ‘Miggy~.’”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Dinner with you and your daughter was surprisingly pleasant. Miguel didn’t say much as he shoved the cheap pasta and cheese down his throat, watching you interact with your daughter. It was domestic, almost peaceful. Afterward Miguel offers to do the dishes while you put Vada down for the night. He excuses himself once done, thanking you for the meal and making sure to leave out the part that, for dinner being a cheap box of mac n cheese, it was the best meal he had had in a long time. 

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[retrieve-the-kraken]

So after taking some time to clear my head, and letting the wave of relief and closure wash over me, and feeling like someone literally unclogged my brain, I rewatched season 3 of Young Royals, but only finished just the night before I was going away for Easter weekend, so I didn’t have time to write anything.

But now I can finally say this: I liked it much better the second time.

And it wasn’t just the trepidation and anxiety that i had for finding out what happened in the end that kept me from completely enjoying it the first time. It was also that annoying week-long gap that we had to endure before watching the finale.

(I get that they did it for promotional purposes, and it was a lovely thing to be able to have that event for the final chapter, which obviously could only be one chapter, imagine having everyone there for the entire season, everyone watching for nearly six hours… no good.)

That gap, I feel, made it feel like we just landed randomly on an episode that was meant to tie up all the storylines. And of course it is, and of course it still feels that way in regards to some storylines, but wow, what a difference it makes to watch the whole thing as a whole, the way I’ve enjoyed the previous seasons.

I definitely could process it much better the second time around, watching calmly and carefully, and once I jumped straight from episode 5 into episode 6, it definitely felt more cohesive. It felt like it followed the same pattern as the previous seasons, the conflict at the end of episode 5 is very similar in every season, and it felt right.

And the final episode of each season seems to follow a very similar pattern too, except that it shifts a little each time as Wille gains autonomy. In Season 1, the climax was that Wille had to do what the crown said, on the crown’s terms (deny the video, keep August’s betrayal secret, lose Simon), because he didn’t know what else to do, he didn’t have a choice, sad ending. In season 2, he has to do what the crown says (do the speech, play the part of the Crown Prince), BUT he’s doing it on his own terms (telling the truth about the video, being with Simon, even if it means keeping August’s secret), he has somewhat of a choice, bittersweet ending. In season 3… well, it looks like he’s doing what the crown says still… and then he finally realizes that he does have a choice. Sad ending? Nej! He finally gets his happy ending. He has come to terms that the can have a choice.

The second time around, just when we thought we were getting yet another sad ending or bittersweet ending like the previous seasons, it shifted. Plot twist, he’s getting out of the car. Of course there is a lot up in the air (was your first thought also literally “but Wille, you left your bag in the car! You don’t have a toothbrush! You don’t have a phone charger! You don’t have clean underwear!” or are you normal? I am not normal, I have anxiety about things like that), there are many things that will still need to be resolved after the credits roll, but… it felt right.

And of course there are things that got tied up and still felt a bit quick, and things that felt annoyingly left up in the air, but that was precisely what happened each season, things that felt like maybe would get properly addressed the next season, but that’s not how life works. Not everything gets resolved. And it feels a little sadder or more bitter because we’re not getting another season.

But we are. It’s playing in our heads right now. People are writing fanfiction about it. And I can’t wait to absorb it all.

I’m definitely watching the whole season again, and doing a play-by-play analysis like I did for season 2, because I love hyperanalyzing every detail of this show.

Can I just preliminarily warn that I will be gushing about Edvin and Omar, and Nikita and Frida and Malte, so so much? Because the second time watching season 3, I was in awe, true awe, of how good they have all gotten. I mean, they’ve all been incredible from day one, but I feel like there were nuances to their characters this season that highlighted so much how incredible they all are. Particularly my babies, Edvin and Omar, deserve all the awards. Can’t wait to see everything they do.

I will miss them with all my soul. But I don’t have to let go of them yet.

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals analysis #yr season 3 #yr s3 spoilers #wilmon #wilmon endgame

[ador3sturniolo]

chris fic based off the song les by childish gambino🙏🏼

“I kinda hope they catch us”

An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry I haven’t posted in like a week😨 but I’m back! I’ve just been busy with school and other things so I found some time in my schedule to write for you guys! Im just going to go off a couple lines from the song because I already have a plan for it! anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - You and Chris have a private relationship

Warnings - Kissing, (Not proofread, LEAVE ME BE ABOUT THAT 😭)

Requested - Yep!

Master List

Chris and I have been dating for almost 8 months now and we’ve been able to keep it a secret for a long time. It’s not that people haven’t noticed tho. There would be ship edits of us all the time so I don’t think it would be that bad if we went public, but there’s always a couple of people that can’t handle it and have to hate.

“Are you almost ready?” I heard Chris shout from the living room. I’m almost done getting ready for the party we’re about to go too.

“Yeah! Just give me 10 minutes at most!” I should back, starting to hurry up with my hair and makeup so I can get on my outfit. I start to put on my outfit. I put on a small, strapless, and slim black dress. Simple but cute. Chris loves this dress and goes feral whenever he sees me in it. I top it off with a simple necklace and heels. The heels would be easy to walk and dance in. I spray my favorite night out perfume and grab my wallet off the dresser and walk out to Chris. All three of them were in the living room, waiting on me.

“Okay I’m ready.” I say, grabbing the boys attention. I could tell Chris’s jaw was on the floor by his expression. They all get up off the couch and come towards me.

“Wow, I am literally shook. You look so hot.” Nick says as he grabs my hand and twirls me around. I smile at his compliment.

“Thank youuu!” I say with excitement.

“You pulled it off once again” Matt spoke up.

“Oh why thank you.” I say taking a bow and then laughing. Chris doesn’t say anything, just smirks. We didn’t think anything of it and we all started to walk out when Chris grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in close. Matt and Nick didn’t even notice and kept walking.

“What are you doing my love?” I ask tilting my head.

“You know what your doing right? With that dress your wearing right now.” He says eyeing me up and down.

“Well I Hope so.” I say smirking.

“Because god, you look so god damn good right now.” He says biting his lip just barely. I don’t say anything just smirk as I walk out, taking him with me. Me and Chris sit next to each other and I lay my head on his shoulder, holding hands until we get there. We get out of the car and I brush my hair with my fingers before we go in. The smell of alcohol fills my nostrils almost instantly as I step into the building, the music, blasting all through the the building. The room pitch black, but with constant flashing lights, it’s was like the whole room was lit. Nick and Matt walk off together so it’s just me and Chris. To prevent people catching us together, we decide to separate ourselves and go to different parts of the room. I could see that girls kept going up to Chris and talking to him. I decided to brush off and go get a drink. I get a drink and sit down at a table, still making sure I had a view of him. A guys sits down next to me, I hadn’t even noticed him until he started talking to me.

“Well hey there doll.” The man asked sipping on his drink.

I smile awkwardly and look back at the crowd.

“Are you here all by yourself? Need someone to keep you company doll?” The man asked smirking.

“I’m here with someone so no thanks.” I say getting down from my seat and walking into the bathroom. I hood over the sink, gripping on the sides of the sink, looking down, trying to forget what just happened. I start to wash my hands as I hear a knock on the door.

“One second.” I try to shout but with the music I don’t think they would have heard me. I kept hearing more knocks constantly so I went up to the door angrily. I was about to start going off on who was at the door, but when I realized who it was, my gaze softened. It was Chris.

“Hi ba-“ I get cut off by his lips on mine, stoping me from my sentence. I pull back giggling.

“Chris what are you doing” I say with a slight giggle. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as I look up at him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Was that man doing anything bad to you? When you were sitting down.”

“No, I left before he got to do anything else.” I smile at him. He lets out a relief sigh and smiles back as he leans back in. I make my way, and sit on top of the counter, pulling him in between my legs, not breaking the kiss.

“Wait should we close the door?” I say catching my breath. He turn to look at the wide open door. He shakes his head no, and eagerly goes back to kissing me.

“I hope nobody catches us.” I say within the kiss.

“But I kinda hope they catch us” He smirks. I pull back laughing.

“Ooh I like that, trying to be risky.” I say going back in for a kiss. A little bit later I hear a know on the door, someone trying to get our attention, Chris turns around and a look to the side. It was Nick.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Nick says walking in.

“Cant you see we’re busy, can’t you go somewhere else?” Chris says annoyed.

“No, this is the only bathroom that’s kinda available, now can you two get out.” Nick says playfully shoving Chris shoulder.

“Fine.” Chris says helping me off the counter, and going out of the bathroom. I hear my name being shouted from a table not too far. It’s was my friend, who was a boy. Chris dosnt like him very much but I know why. He is a good looking man and lots of girls like him. I go up to him, hugging, I see chris walk off with an annoyed expression, but I brush it off because I only see him as a friend. Chris goes back to where he was before, with girls surrounding him.

It was great to catch up with him considering I haven’t talked to him in a while. I walk over to Chris, nodding to the door saying that I wanted to leave. I leave a couple minutes before he does. Nick and Matt told me that they would get an Uber home, so I decided to drive. I wait in my seat for Chris to come out. I go on my phone while I wait for him. I jumped as I heard the door open and someone gets in.

“Jeez Chris you scared me.” I said with deep breaths.

“Sorry my love.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull back, remembering there’s people around us.

“Cant do it here.” I say putting on my seatbelt. He scoffs as he crossed him arms, sinks in his seat and pouts.

“You can be a baby sometimes.” I roll my eyes as he starts making baby noises.

“Okay stop it.” I say laughing, starting the drive.

“Make me.” He says, slightly sitting up in his seat. I don’t make a noise, just focusing on the road. I wait till we get to a red light before I take tissues and form them into a ball and shove it in his mouth. He spits it out instantly and starts scratching his tongue in disgust.

“You are disgusting” He exclaims as I laugh.

“I love youu.” I say trying to make it up to him, still giggling a little.

“Love you too.” He says annoyed. I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. That cheered him up.

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An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry if that was cringe or anything! I hope you guys don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m trying to write inappropriate story of Chris 😭 Anyways, I still have more things to write but leave request!!

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[concentrateandpush]

We have a tradition.. in our group of friends. Every birthday we have a sleepover, we’ve done this since we were 4, that won’t change, the three of us get along too well. We’ve always told each other secrets, funny stories, our crushes, but there is one secret I’ve kept from my friends.

It’s late, 1AM but we usually try to stay up as late as possible. Carly’s Mom is at work and her dad passed away when she was little. Eloise is a little tipsy, as usual, seeing as Carly’s Mom has a cupboard of Malibu and vodka. I was tempted not to come, I’ve been cramping all day but I know how mad they would be, plus with the snow, what else is a 9 months pregnant single girl going to do on a Saturday.

I didn’t want to tell them that I’m pregnant because they’d talk about how Steve is a bad influence and how I was a virgin until I met him, how he stole me away for one sleepover last year, they’re right but I don’t need it. I just thought keeping it to myself would be a good idea, until now. “I.. I just need to use the bathroom” I mutter under my breath as I get up and run off.

Fumbling for my phone, I text Mom “I’m at Carly’s, come get me” but the service is down.

The pain is building, kind of like a period pain but in my back and my stomach. I find myself rubbing my belly fast and hard as if it’ll help, but I can’t get it to stop.

“Hey, Carly? You okay?” Sarah asks as she knocks the door, Sarah is Carly’s older sister. “Carly??” She asks again. “Uh.. it’s Lena” I admit, trying to control my breathing.

“Oh, Lena, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath?” She asks and I quickly get myself together before opening the door. “Sorry” I say quietly. She heads in and I hear her making noises “Lena, did you pee on the floor?” She asks, disgusted and I freeze, realising my waters broke. “I-I’m sorry I can clean it up” I say before heading in and grabbing some paper, kneeling to wipe it. I let out a small groan as I feel a twinge in my left lower abdomen.

“Lena, are you okay?” She asks and I nod “f-fine” as I wipe up. “Lena, I’ve known you since you were practically a baby and something is up” she probes and I shake my head, wishing for the pain to not come as hard as I know it will. I find my hand gripping the toilet seat as I start to contract. “P-please don’t tell them” I mumble, taking deep slow breaths.

“Tell them what?” She asks, lowering herself to me, looking at my face and down to my belly. “I..” I start and she shakes her head “Lena.. you’re not? You’re fucking pregnant?” She exclaims. “I knew you’d gotten chunkier but.. oh sweetheart, you’re-“ she stops and realised “you’re not in labour? Right?” She asks and I plead for help with my eyes.

“Shit, okay.. right” she nods “Lena..” she sighs “what are we going to do with you..” she says softly before taking me into her arms. I lean in and just let her hold me before it gets worse and I start involuntarily panting, gripping her shirt. “Okay, okay Lena, I need you to sit back for me” she says calmly and I shake my head “I’m scared, it hurts, it’s coming” I mutter.

“Right, I know you don’t want them to know but they will, you’re not going to push a baby out quietly and you need comfort, we’re going to get you into the living room and onto the couch” she sighs and I just agree, I need to get it out. “Carly! Eloise?!” She shouts and they come in, seeing the room and cluelessly staring.

“Okay, Lena is in labour, which I know is a big shock for you both, but we need to help her deliver this baby” she explains “can you girls help me bring her to the couch?” She asks and they just do as she says, helping me up. Once I’m on my knees, I get another contraction, one much worse than the last and it doubles me over. “Nnggg” I grunt to myself, clutching my well hidden bump.

“Lena is this a joke?” Carly asks and I just shake my head, blowing breath into the air as I spread my legs under me “pressure” I mumble, looking to Sarah “so much pressure” I cry. “Couch” Sarah demands. Before I know it, they’re carrying me in and getting me on the couch which has been turned into a bed for the night.

“How did you hide this?!” Eloise asks and I just shake my head, gripping my leg and pulling it back, clothes still on. “Wait, wait a minute” Sarah says panicked as she can see I’m about to push with all my mite. “I can’t!” I cry out as I start to bear down in my pants, grunting and shaking like a leaf. “Lena!” She shouts and I stop, reaching down to hold myself, letting her strip me naked.

The second her eyes see my opening, they widen and I see the fear. “That’s a head” Carly says, shocked and Eloise gazes “that’s a head!?” She asks and Carly nods “look, the pink thing inside, a head” she says confidently and I just start to sob. “You were right about Steve, he wanted me to get rid of it but I just couldn’t” I cry. “Okay, okay, we understand, Lena, we do” Carly sighs as she comes next to me, wiping my forehead.

“It’s coming” I grunt as I grip my thigh, ready to experience this whole situation. “Okay, deep breath and push” Sarah tells me and I nod, pulling my chin to my chest as I just scream the baby down. I feel every single centimetre of the head coming down, ripping me, tearing me open. “More” she says quickly and I shake my head, letting go of my legs as I try to catch my breath.

“I can’t do this.. I can’t do it” I cry, rubbing my bump in small circles. “You have no choice Lena, the roads are covered and you have a baby coming out of you, you have to do this, you need to push it out” Sarah says sternly. “You’re so strong, Lena.. your body is meant to do this and you can absolutely push your baby out, just push” Eloise smiles reassuringly and I sigh, already exhausted.

I gulp a deep breath down and try to grab my thighs, pulling my legs up until Eloise grabs one and Carly the other “Push your baby out!” Carly smiles and I try, so fucking hard, to no avail. I’m sweating, I’m crying and my whole body is throbbing but I just can’t get it out.

“Why can’t I do it?!” I wail and Sarah sighs “patience.. you’re getting there” she smiles and I just look to the girls, my eyes begging them to keep my legs up “here it comes” I whisper softly as I start to lean into it. “Gaahhh!” I cry, pushing as hard as I can for as long as my body will allow. “Give.. birth!” I cry out, reaching down and pulling myself open.

“It’s not working” Sarah explains as I hopelessly reach for my Stanley for a sip of water. “I need you to stand..” she sighs and I nod, getting up and standing, opening my legs to make room for baby to come out. “So you’re going to squat a little with the push” she says and I nod, grabbing onto Carly as I swing my hips. “Come on baby, please let me push you out.. it’s just pushing it’s not that hard, I can get you out, I will push you out” I whisper as I pep talk myself.

“Heee heee, hoo hoo, heee heee, hoo HOO” I breathe as I start to feel it coming. My legs part naturally as I begin my pushing attempt, holding onto Carly as I feel my vagina spread. “It’s working!” Eloise smiles and I nod, reaching down to feel my baby’s head.

“Holy fuck!” I cry as I feel burning “fuck, fuck, fuck!” I mutter. “You’re crowning!” Sarah smiles and I just find myself going to my hands and knees, moaning like a cow. “That’s it, vocalise all you want” she smiles as Eloise rubs my back. “Please, please get it out” I moan, shaking as I try to hold myself up.

“Lena, it’s time to push” Carly tells me as I find myself almost falling asleep, exhausted from all the work I’ve put in so far. I just bear down, trying to push through the pain. The noises I’m making are animalistic and in all honesty I’m embarrassed. “Focus, Lena” Sarah demands and I nod, trying to find words to say I need to move.

I fall into a position on my side, holding my leg up and pushing for around an hour, it’s unbearable. Until finally, “the head! It’s here, the head is out” Eloise exclaims. “Push! Push!!” Sarah screams and I do exactly that, groaning, grunting and sweating as I feel my baby escape my body and come into the world.

#childbirth #giving birth #maiesiophilia #pregnancy #birth

[nouearth]

a letter to spider-man.

peter parker x male reader.

summary: spider-man launched his own help line and you need his advice in talking to your crush: peter.

wc: 1.2k. genre: fluff, comfort!fic. warnings: holland!peter, social anxiety, mention of death, crushes, college!au. notes: i was re-reading perks of being a wallflower again, OOF. i kinda want to make this a series, so please tell me if you'd like to see it become one!

peter wasn’t sure what made him decide to do this: a spider-man help line. one day, he woke up and wanted to fulfill a sense of purpose more than he already has—to help out the public more, to build a community that peter has been wanting to fix since the death of his aunt.

so far, they’ve been pretty simple tasks: walking the dogs, helping a blind woman with grocery shopping, fixing a broken pipe with his webs—it was all out of the kindness of his own big heart. a heart that his aunt once nurtured.

it was hard at first. from being a ‘save the world’ hero to a ‘save the dog from burning up in a locked car’ hero, it was a downgrade one might find—peter did at first. 

but it’s been a while since he saw the relieved smiles on the public’s faces whenever he swung from the corner. true happiness that he was envious of at times, but nonetheless grateful for, and so that would become his motivation. 

maybe it can make the world a better place if people happen to be inspired by his actions. small stuff that regular civilians can achieve. a domino effect that peter hoped for.

—april 10th

dear spider-man, so, this is a thing now, huh? the future is so unpredictable, so i actually never thought i’d be writing to you. well, i guess the future would be me texting you like you advertised, but i like writing. it makes my hand cramp, and my handwriting is terrible (sorry, i hope you can still read this), but it feels good. like... shouting at the sky, i would imagine, so i prefer it. i’ve also been watching a lot of ‘80s and ‘90s movies, which could also be a major factor.  and i just realized i’m supposed to tell you about my problems! this is kinda hilarious because i think i’ve probably rewritten my letter six times already.  also, are you living your citizen life as a therapist or something? because why else would you be helping people this way? not that we don’t appreciate it, but it’s different. you’ve probably stopped reading by now, but in case you haven’t, i’ll keep the rest short. i guess my problem is… i like this guy. i know you’re not a relationship therapist (your secret is safe with me if you are though), but i figured a guy like you knew how to talk to people? you save people on a daily basis, so you probably aren’t scared anymore, right? that theory worked better in my head, to be honest, so scratch that! anyway, his name is peter. we’re both freshmen in college, so we’ve been seeing each other a lot, especially since we’re in the same classes. did i mention that i’m a guy as well? i don’t know him that well. i’m pretty quiet, i guess. invisible, maybe? it’s funny. sometimes, my professors would forget that i was even in their classes until i would speak up. but besides that point, he probably doesn’t even know that i exist either.  the perks of being invisible—i’m not even sure if there are any, because i’m noticeable enough on days where people want to say stuff. mean, terrible stuff. i wonder if he notices me, though. probably not, but a guy could only hope. i think we’d get along. again, hope! he’s smart and humble, always insecure of his own answers even though he knows—everyone knows—that it’s correct. kind, too. also awkward, like me. but the cute-awkward, not the me-awkward. i like him. i want to be friends with him. maybe even more? but i’m not greedy! i can settle with being friends.  i guess, how can i approach him?

thank you, (m/n)

it caught peter off guard at first—seeing his name in the same vicinity as spider-man became a jump-scare. even though, the sender kept everything pretty vague to keep the named crush relatively anonymous, there was a gut feeling telling peter that it was him—the culprit of (m/n)’s stolen heart.

nah, there are so many peters..! just a coincidence.

it took him longer than he thought to come up with a sufficient reply. usually, a task would’ve been done because all he had to do was use his body, his webs to do good—not his words. inexperienced yet excited, peter smiled while writing his letter.

peter wasn’t great at consoling people. hell, he couldn’t even make himself feel better. but he’ll try, like he always does. 

—april 23rd

hi (m/n)! sorry for taking so long to get back to you! life’s been crazy with everything going on. did you know that there’s been at least ten deli robberies that i managed to save this week alone? something about that chicken salad sandwich drives people nuts… like you, peter’s actually been pretty swamped with exams and graduation. i also want to congratulate you for being the only one that has written a letter to me instead of using the chat service! i’ve never written a letter before, so excuse my rustiness. my handwriting is way worse than yours. mine looks like if you gave a dog a pen and made it write. freshman year of college is a big year for you, for everyone. i remember the feeling of feeling so lost!  still know the feeling.  don’t get me wrong. yes, i’ve become braver since i started this spider-man stuff. but i still get scared, you know? life is so unpredictable and you never know when something might go wrong, and unexpectedly go so right.  like, just the other day, i got anxious when i was ordering from a drive-thru! they didn’t hear me, so i had to repeat my order. then again, because the mic sucked or whatever! even though it was only me, i felt so embarrassed, like my cheeks swelling and itchy skin type of nervous. but then it quickly went away because… okay, well i got my burger and fries pretty quick, so that helped. but you know what i mean? there’s this potentially negative outcome that we’re so afraid of. when in reality, it’s only ever so fleeting. you said he’s a nice guy, right? he could also be scared to talk to you, and you would never know because you’re too busy knocking yourself down! everyone is awkward. I’m awkward. so are some of my family members, my friends too. and that feeling won’t ever go away. sometimes, it’s meant to be shared. being invisible isn’t so bad sometimes. i definitely know the feeling, even wished for it at times. you can listen to music without being bothered, that’s a bonus! but from what i’ve noticed from feeling invisible, it would always come when i was being unkind to myself. i had the worst perception of myself in the eyes of my peers, and that made me withdraw. i purposely isolated myself because i was being unkind. the way you view yourself reflects onto others. not all the time, sometimes people are genuinely just assholes. but from what you’ve been telling me about this peter guy, he seems pretty special. if you’re awkward, be awkward and laugh it off. there’s nothing more charming than being genuine, and being kind to yourself is part of that progress. I’m rooting for you (and peter)!

from your friendly neighbor, spidey.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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[korpuskat]

Eleven Years - Ch1

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T (this chapter, Explicit future chapters) WC: 1,530 Warnings: Kidnapping; future Stockholm Syndrome, imprisonment, isolation, manipulation, extreme dubcon, & mind break.

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You’ve dreamed of his faceplate so many times. A little pyramid of red lights, the harsh angle of his optics' slit, the strong shape of his jaw piece. Never like this- never how other people saw him. Because outside, gunfire echoes down alleyways, screams and the heavy, metallic noises of an inhuman army march down through your city. You’re stuck, feet glued to the floor as you stare death itself down. Adrenaline makes your heartbeat surge. You should be running- or begging or anything else than trembling, holding yourself in fear that you’ll fly apart at the seams.

And in your quaint little living room all you can think of is he’s changed his paint. Gone is the warm gold, the orange, tattered robes you’d mended a dozen times over. No, now he’s all stark white and brilliant purple and lightless black. It’d be a good look for him, if it wasn’t identical to the bots on every news station. Null Sector. He's joined up with Null Sector.

He steps closer- and you can’t even bring yourself to step back. He says your name like a breath, like a prayer- and he still tips his head the same way when he’s curious, hopeful. It makes your chest hurt, brings thousand memories back all at once and you don't want them at all. It’s been a decade since you’ve seen him. To see him here, like this? A cruel joke by your subconscious, after so much longing. It’s a nightmare. It has to be.

But his fingers are cool and smooth and well-oiled, fluid in how they raise to your face. Like they used to. Like he has any right at all to touch you- and his hands cup your jaw, thumbs pressed into your cheeks as he leans down to you. His array touches your forehead and you gasp, pulling so slightly away. He immediately follows, tips of his fingers tucking below your ears to pull you back to him.

He feels so real.

“Ramattra?” His name has spent nights on your tongue, a wish and secret kept only for yourself. To speak it again to anyone is some kind of taboo. Forbidden, even to him.

“It’s me,” He purrs, sighs. Your voice alone makes him want to melt into you, but to hear you say his name… How did he make it so long without you? “I’ve missed you so much.”

“What are you…” You blink, stare at him as best you can with him so close. “What are you doing here? It’s- it’s not safe.”

He leans away, just enough to see all of you again. You’ve changed so much, and yet so little. You’re as stunning as the last time he saw you, perhaps more. But your eyes are wide and wet, brow arched high in fear and shock. He trails one finger over it, feels the hair that grows there, wonders at the expressiveness of your face. He doesn’t like this look, doesn’t like how you tremble away from his touches.

“I’m freeing the Omnics here. You don’t have to worry, I’ll protect you.”

You knew- must’ve always known since that broadcast went out. There’s so few R-7000s left, no one else with his voice. “You- you're the leader.”

The way you say it makes his pistons itch. It’s an accusation and betrayal and a plea to be wrong all wrapped together. You pull away again when he touches your lips. Ramattra curls his hand behind your neck, keeps you close as he traces your mouth. He’s missed you so much, but your face makes him think of a fox in a snare. He wants to reach out to you, to free you from whatever has laced this fear through your heart.

“I told you I would find a way to protect my people. It may be shocking, but this is the only way. Come, we can talk more on my ship.” He trails a hand down your arm, tugging softly at your wrist, urging you to follow. He hopes you’ll entwine your fingers.

You don’t.

You don’t even move, arm hanging as dead weight between your bodies. “Your ship?” You echo, stare at him. “No, no, I’m not going anywhere.” The adrenaline finally starts doing something. “Ramattra this is- it’s insane. You’re hurting people, omnics!”

“I’m saving them, it’s for their own good.“ He bites back. This isn’t how he wanted this to go. He isn’t foolish enough to think you’d have met him with open arms and tears, but this? He can’t yell. He won’t. He’s waited too long to find you and we will not lose this moment to his own temper. He won’t. “We can discuss this later, we must leave now.”

He grips higher up on your arm, leads you more urgently-

”Don’t touch me,” You hiss, twisting out of his grasp. He lets you go, lets you take two steps away, further into the dark of your home.

“I won’t.” Ramattra promises. Agonizing as it is to have felt your skin again, he can wait a little longer. He won't ruin this, not like last time. “But in twenty minutes a Titan will raze this city to the ground. I will not let you be part of its ashes.”

Tears burn at your eyes. How can this be the same person? Every part of you trembles, shivers of fear and adrenaline-fueled twitches. It’s too late to run now. You don’t think he’s lying, have no reason to doubt that he does truly plan on reducing your entire city to rubble.

“Please.” His voice is so soft. If you just close your eyes it’s like the dream that comes to you every week or so. All the same pleading words he’d spoken to you that day. Warped, cracked with another spit of a rifle’s muzzle, somewhere in the streets beyond. Never once did you think it would end like this.

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He hardly speaks his entire hurried escort back. A half-murmured “Careful,” as he guides you to step into his shuttle. You pointedly do not take his offered hand and it falls as you pass by him. A long time ago that would’ve hurt, to see the dejected dip of his head- but not now. You won't even give him your sympathy or guilt. He moves to the controls, keeps his back to you as you instead stare out the window.

The craft shudders as it lifts off- and all around you is fire and chaos and white and purple enamel. You wrap your arms around yourself and sink into a seat. Years, years spent waiting… You look to him again, wishing for him to suddenly be gone, to have someone else, anyone else be there. But it’s not. It’s him. The same cabled hair, a symbol of the Iris threaded onto his cloak, his voice. His hands, large but nimble as he flits across levers and buttons and switches. You'd held them- and a phantom sensation surrounds your palm, like cool metal plates and the careful curl of his joints.

The shuttle lands in a hangar bay without incident- and once more he’s extending a hand, leading you onward. Once more, you deny him.

You’d seen the command ships on the news- but as soon as you look around the inside the blood drains from your face. You waver on your feet as you stare up and up and up. It’s massive- the numbers cited by numbed-out reporters are meaningless compared to the actual shape of the bay you’ve stepped into. All around are tucked-up pods, ready to deploy as soon as the command is given, scaling up onto the walls, dozens, hundreds. So many, how does he have so many-

“Come,” He steps in front of you, forces you to focus back onto him, off what he’s done, what he’s made. So you follow, letting the numbness creep into you too because how can it not? You’re in the belly of one of a dozen warships, the size of which no one has ever seen before, surrounded by an army larger than- than-

A door opens before you.

It’s not more empty gray halls- it’s… a room. An actual room. A large bed, nightstands, a vanity. Decorated, even- a little comb, a notebook. You wander further in, touch the comforter that’s spread over the bed. It’s soft, golden and brown, like his cowl. Like the blanket he kept in his room for you. A little door off to the side, left just open enough for you to spy what’s probably a bathroom inside. Your heart sinks. These are all things a human needs… and omnics don’t.

He prepared this room for you long before today. This isn't an impromptu decision, driven only by his evolving warpath. He's planned this.

Your throat is dry, words hollow in your own ears. “How long will you keep me here?”

His feet click on the metal floor as he steps closer. You don’t look at him, pinch your eyes closed as his hand raises up to your face. So delicately he draws a strand of hair behind your ear, strokes along your neck for only a moment. “Until it’s safe.”

[Chapter 2]

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #yandere ramattra #yandere #kidnapping #dubcon / #noncon / #<-- not in this chapter but so people who have it filtered wont see this #ramattra kidnapping au

[munsonsprettygirl]

eddie sneaks into y/n’s room

pairing: eddie munson x inexperienced!reader

summary: eddie sneaks into y/n’s room while her parents aren’t home and shenanigans happen  

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Y/N’s sitting at her desk, writing in her journal and listening to Joy Division when the tapping at her window begins. Thinking it’s the branches of the oak tree outside her window, she ignores it. She curls her shoulders over and rests a palm on her cheek, scribbling down words and thoughts and trying to make sense out of all of them. Then the tree branch is tapping again, taking her out of her thoughts and she groans. Getting up to turn up her stereo, she dosen’t take notice of the boy sitting outside her window, tapping on the glass. Though, when she looks up after twisting the knob, she screams and grabs her chest. 

Eddie’s laugh carries over the music and Y/N frowns angrily. Stomping over to the window she unlatches it and lifts. “What the fuck, Eddie? You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Eddie apologizes and she crosses her arms in front of her chest.  The cold, night breeze coming in through the open window and makes the hairs on her arm stand up. She’s wearing a pale green nighty that stops mid-thigh and bunny socks. “Will you let me in? I’ve been knocking for ages and I’m freezing.”

She steps back to let him scramble into her bedroom and closes the window once he’s inside. “What are you even doing here?”

“I missed you! And I noticed the absence of cars in the driveway.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, a shit-eating grin across his face. “Alone tonight, hmm?” He takes her by the waist and pulls her into him. His leather jacket is cold from the wind and the tip of his nose is bitten and red. 

“I just saw you this morning!” Y/N exclaimed, fighting off Eddie’s wandering hands. Trailing to the sensitive parts of her waist where he knew she was ticklish. “My parents are gone for the night. They’re going to this reunion thing, I don’t know, I forgot.”

Eddie reaches up his hand and plays with the satin ribbon at the neckline of her night gown. His eyes are hazy and he smells faintly of weed and cigarettes. His fingers are like ice against her warm skin and she watches with glossy eyes as he licks his bottom lip. It makes her heart race and butterflies swirl in her belly.   The truth is, she’s had a crush on Eddie since her sophomore year and, after telling him while she was high on edibles, it’s been the source of his teasing for months. “You should’ve called me, baby. I would’ve kept you company.” He flips the little bow over in his ringed fingers and meets her eyes. “Good thing I’m here now, right?”

“Eddie, if my parents found out-“

“They won’t, angel. Not unless you tell them. Are you gonna do that? Tattle on your best friend?’ He slinks off into her room, looking at the framed photos on her walls and dresses. He picks up her jewelry and hair barrettes. Then he sniffs the delicate bottles of perfume at her vanity, trying to find the one that smells like her. She watches as his eyes settle on the journal sitting there. A pen still holds the page where she was writing. Y/N runs for it before he can but he’s faster and stretches his arm far above her head where she can’t reach. He looks down at her smugly while she rises on her tiptoes and scrambles to get it back from him. 

“Eddie, stop it! Give it back!” She whines and Eddie laughs.

“What are you hiding in here, little girl? Your secret dirty thoughts?” He taunts and her face turns beet red. His other hand come up to pinch at her cheeks and the rings sting against her hot skin. “Aww, you’re blushing! That’s so cute.”

“Stop it!” She huffs, jumping for the journal but Eddie just moves it away again. 

“Beg for it.” Eddie says and Y/N stops jumping. “If you want it so bad then beg for it.”

“You’re such a bully.” Y/N pouts and Eddie smirks again, cracking open one of the random pages and beginning to read it. 

“I finally finished my English essay, it took me four hours to get it to a place where I was happy- awe, you finished your essay?” He croons and Y/N yelps, jumping for the journal again. 

“Don’t read anymore!”

“I don’t hear you begging.” His thumb holds the page in place and he’s about to turn his head up to read more when she groans, caving into him. 

With her bottom lip jutting out, she softens her eyes and tugs on the bottom of his shirt. “Eddie, can you pleaseeeeee give me my journal back.”

“Mmm, tell me how much you need it.”

Her shoulders fall and she feels herself shrink in front of him from all the teasing. “I really need it, Ed’s. Please? Please give it back to me.” Eddie lowers his arm and pops her on her head with it before returning it back to her. She tugs it into her chest and glares at him. 

“I think you like being bullied. You always cave so easily.” He kisses her on the cheek before flopping down on her bed, picking up her stuffed kitty and resting it on his chest. “Now come over here and cuddle me and Miss Jasmine.”

After shoving her journal into a drawer she makes her way over to her bed slowly, drinking in the sight of Eddie against her pastel bedding. He’s wearing a Show No Mercy t-shirt that’s faded from many washing. His denim jeans are low around his hips, held to them with a black belt. His buckle glitters in the yellow light of her bedroom and settles against the soft, pale skin of his tummy. It makes her feel warm. 

“Seeing something you like?” He asks, petting down the cotton on her stuffed kitty. She rolls her eyes and moves to climb over his long legs but he grabs her by the hips and pulls her down on top of him. “There, you sit here right where we can see you.” He’s referring to himself and her stuffy which makes her roll her eyes again. 

“You’re so ridiculous.” 

“I know.” He mutters and his hands wander over her nighty again and play with the lace hem. “This is cute, you should wear it more often.” She can feel the coolness of his rings through the flimsy fabric. One holds her waist and steadies her against him. Her legs are bare underneath the dress so the backs of her thighs are touching his jeans, the friction against them making her legs hot. She wiggles around trying to get comfortable and Eddie watches, his bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “What are you doing there?”

She stops and rises up on her knees about to move herself off his hips. “Sorry it’s just-“ He squeezes her around her hips, keeping her sat on him and raises an eyebrow to encourage her to finish. She feels the tips of her ears heating up, unsure how to explain to Eddie that the reason she’s so wiggly is because the friction his jeans are putting on her is just too good. “Your jeans are rubbing me.”

A devious smile turns up at the corner of Eddie’s lips. “They are?” She swats at his shoulder, hating how he ruthlessly bullies her. “Well, what do you want to do about that, princess?”

Her eyes flick to his swollen lips and she leans forward slowly, searching for hesitation in his eyes before pushing her lips against his. This is not the first time they’ve kissed. Eddie likes fooling around with Y/N, sitting her on his lap, and kissing her until her lips are swollen. She enjoys it too, enjoys the warm feeling that bubbles up in her belly when they swap spit. It’s a feeling she chases when she touches herself at night, thinking of his lips wandering all over her body. A part of her feels pathetic for it, daydreaming about her best friend kissing her again even though they’ve both agreed that this is what friends do for each other. Except, recently, Y/N’s been wishing they were doing more than just kissing but the thought makes her anxious. She’s still a virgin. Eddie was her first kiss. She’d barely even masturbated before he started kissing on her and it’s embarrassing!

Eddie slips his tongue into her mouth, opening her up until he can kitten lick the inside of it. Y/N mewls on top of him and curls her hands up in his shirt. There’s something hardening beneath her and she blushes when she realizes what it is. Eddie’s hard. She made Eddie hard. Her mouth goes drooly because of it and she flattens her tongue at the bottom of her mouth, letting Eddie kiss her however he wants. When he pulls away there’s a line of spit connecting their mouths and it snaps back against Y/N’s chin. He thumbs the spit away and licks it off his thumb, the ring there glittering at her. 

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” He groans, throwing his head back on her headboard. His hands fall to her legs and he blinks heavily at her while his fingers squeeze at her thighs. “Can I touch you?” Y/N’s heart is hammering in her ears. What if he wants to have sex with her? What if she’s so bad he finds out she’s a virgin and never wants to talk to her again. Thoughts swirl around in her head and Eddie gets her attention by pinching her thigh. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She says distracted and the pad of his thumb sweetly runs over the spot he pinched. 

“I asked if I could touch you. Like under your dress?”

Her voice gets caught up in her throat and fiddles with his t-shirt. “Nobody’s ever-“ She lets out a strained breath. “Nobody’s ever touched me before. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Eddie’s eyes soften and he coos her name while he pulls her into his chest, rubbing circles on her back. “Baby, baby, baby. Nobody’s ever touched you?” She shakes her head and he tuts his tongue. “I would’ve thought men were going to battle for you.”

She shrugs. “I’ve only ever liked you.”

His hand stills on her back. “Really?” She nods in response and he kisses the top of her head, rubbing her tenderly. “I like you too, baby. So much. Can’t stop thinking about you.” She turns her head up to look at him, finding his brown eyes staring back at her. Y/N giggles and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We’ll take everything at your place. I can be happy just kissing you or looking at you, whatever you decide, m’lady.” 

Y/N pushes herself up off his chest, sitting back against his hips. “I still… I still want to do stuff with you. Just maybe… we can save sex for later? If that’s okay?”

Eddie’s eyes brighten up and he cups her cheeks, stroking them adoringly. “Of course that’s okay. That-“ He takes a breath to steady himself. “That would be great.”

She smiles shyly and looks down at where her body meets his. He’s grown even harder now and it’s pressing against her panties. She can feel herself growing warmer down there and an ache is starting to throb. “Is that from me?” Y/N peeps and Eddie’s eyes follow hers. 

“Yeah, yeah it is. I can go take care of that-“

“No!” She blurts, cheeks reddening when she hears it come out of her mouth. “You- you don’t have to. It feels… it feels kinda good.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs, slipping his hands up her dress to draw circles at her hips. He bucks himself up slightly into her and she whines. “You feel really good too, baby. You’re so warm.” Then they’re both gasping as Y/N slides herself against him, the friction riding against where she aches. “God.” He groans, hands squeezing on her hips. 

“Can you-“ Y/N stutters, trying to catch her breath. “Can we take your jeans off? I wanna feel you.” Eddie almost cuts right there, caught up in how sweetly she asks, fingers curling up at his belt.

“Please,” Eddie begins, unlatching the belt and wiggling his jeans down his thighs. His cock throbs in his boxers and when Y/N lowers herself back down he can feel how wet she is already. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re so wet, aren’t you?” 

She nods pitifully and whines, holding onto his shoulders as she rocks herself against him, spreading her mess around her panties. “Feels so good, Ed’s.” 

“Mmm, I bet it does. You’ve never done this before, right?” She nods, picking up the bottom of her dress so it dosen’t get caught up between them. Eddie’s eyes fall down to where she’s grinding on his cock and sucks his lip into his mouth. “Fuck, baby. Can see how wet you are through these little panties.” He thumbs at the waistband of her white cotton panties, eyes glittering at the pink bow that sits in the middle. His girl is full of bows and frills. It makes him want to devour her. “Making a wet spot and everything, sweet girl. Getting so ready for me, so ready for daddy.”

She whines again, grinding down even harder at the name and Eddie smiles triumphantly. “Awe, did you like that?” She hums in agreement and feels his cock twitch beneath her. “I’m your daddy now, huh?” Her stomach bubbles pleasantly and the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeps in. One of hands reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, stroking at the soft skin of her cheek. He calls her pretty names and pets her gently. She feels so good, feels good all over, everything is tingling and she can only think of EddieEddieEddieEddie. 

Her orgasm washes over her pleasantly and rivets down her body where she pulses in her cunt. She lets out a long moan and Eddie smiles once he realizes what’s happening to her. “Aww, that’s it baby. What a good girl coming just for me.” She’s still rocking herself against him as she comes down and he’s still petting at her, lips so kissable its making her ache. “You’re so cute when you cum, makes me want to give it to you forever.”

When Y/N comes down from her high she falls against Eddie’s chest, sweaty and breathing raggedly as she presses kisses into his jaw. “Jesus.” Eddie curses and rolls them over so Y/N is laying against her pillows looking at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes and he’s barely touched her yet. “You’re so pretty.” He cards through her hair and presses soft kisses to her lips and cheeks and all around her mouth. “Will you let me clean you up with my mouth?” He asks and she nods, practically begging him. “Maybe if you’re good and give me another orgasm I’ll show you my cock, how does that sound?”

Y/N shivers and her fingers dig into his biceps, feeling the strong muscle there. It sounds like the greatest idea she’s ever heard. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #writings #eddie munson smut

[teaberrii]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Hello, Mother

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“I guess this means you haven't told him you were coming."

“No,” she answers, turning off her phone screen to look at the passing scenery. “You and Dad are the only ones who know.”

“So, they put you in charge of the Sumeru branch?”

Alhaitham's mother spun around in her chair. She stood and looked out the window at Liyue's beautiful night scenery. "That's right. I'm finally coming home. To you and Haitham."

“...Does this mean you’re going to tell him? You know you can’t hide it forever.”

“I trust this means you kept my secret.”

Alhaitham’s grandfather sighed heavily. “Do you know how much it pains me to keep this from him? You’re his mother, for goodness sake.”

“...I’ll tell him. When the time is right.”

Soon, the car pulls up to a fancy, high-rise apartment. Alhaitham’s secretary shifts the gears and asks, “Should I grab your luggage?”

“No need. I won’t be staying long.”

Then, she steps out of the car and closes the door.

Alhaitham is reading in his study when his phone rings. Upon seeing the name on the screen, he closes his book and picks it up.

“Mom?”

“The one and only.”

“...Is everything okay?”

“Do things have to be not okay for me to call you?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Alhaitham says. “It’s just… you usually don’t call unless you have news.”

She smiles. “Well, I do have news, Haitham. Come down to the lobby.”

Alhaitham’s eyes go wide. “You’re… here?”

“Why not see for yourself?”

It doesn’t take long for Alhaitham to be on his way down. When he exits the elevator, he immediately sees his mother. He walks up to her and the two share a tight embrace.

“Since when did you get so tall?” she asks.

“I guess I’ve been drinking my milk,” he answers, letting her go. Then, he sees his secretary walk inside. “He drove you here?”

Alhaitham’s mother looks over her shoulder. “That’s right. He knew I was coming.” She put a hand on her son’s cheek. “I wanted to surprise you, Haitham. It’s been so long.”

He smiles. “It really has.” Then, he looks at his secretary. “Thanks for picking her up.”

The man nods in response.

On the way up to Alhaitham’s flat, Alhaitham learns that his mother’s company is opening a branch in Sumeru, and they’ve put her in charge of overseeing its operations.

“I’ll be in Sumeru for a long time,” she says.

“What about Dad?”

“...Let’s talk about him a little later. I want to know more about this girlfriend of yours.”

Alhaitham smiles. “You’ve already heard about her?”

“A little from your grandfather. He only had good things to say.”

“You’ll love her.”

Alhaitham's mother smiles slightly. "I know that look." Then, she chuckles. "You're in love."

Alhaitham slightly blushes but says, “Yes, I am.”

As soon as the elevator doors open, Alhaitham ushers his mother and secretary inside his flat. Then, he takes out his phone and sends you a quick text.

My mother’s back in Sumeru. She’s at my place right now. Would you like to meet her?

It doesn't take long for you to reply.

Really?! Of course. But… now? I’m already in my PJs!

Alhaitham smiles, and his mother catches it. “Are you texting her?”

He looks up. “I told her you’re back in town. She… lives across the hall, actually. So—”

“You’re neighbours?” she asks, surprised.

“Yes.”

His mother glances at the time. "I won't be staying long. So… let's have dinner with her sometime this week. I can book a table, and we can take time to get to know each other. How does that sound?"

“Sounds good.”

Alhaitham quickly relays the plan to you and gets drinks from the kitchen. Once he returns, he asks about his father again.

“I haven’t heard from him in a while. Is he well?”

His mother puts her glass on the table and forces a little smile. “I'd think so.”

“Did… something happen?”

“Why would you say that?”

“You seem a little tense.”

Alhaitham’s secretary turns to her. “...You should tell him.”

“...Tell me what?”

She takes a small breath. “Your father and I... got a divorce.”

It takes a moment for this sudden news to sink in. A… divorce? Since when are they on bad terms?

Alhaitham’s mother puts her hand on top of his. “I know you must be shocked, but—”

“When did this happen?” Alhaitham interrupts.

"...A few years ago."

“And you're telling me this now?” He doesn’t mean to sound peeved, but he assumed that his mother or… someone would’ve informed him of something as big as this.

"Haitham… I wanted to tell you, but… we were going through legal proceedings and"—she sighs—"there was a lot to deal with."

Alhaitham looks at his secretary. “...You knew about this?”

“He accidentally found out,” Alhaitham’s mother says quickly. “I didn’t want to tell anyone about it until after things settled down.”

“...What about Dad?”

Alhaitham's father looked up from the confidentiality clause to the woman he was once in love with. "...You don't even want to tell our own son about our divorce?"

“I will tell him when the time is right. He’s busy with his career right now. The last thing he needs is to find out about this. It’ll just distract him.”

"...And why are you the one who decides when to tell him?"

“Because I am his mother.”

The man glared back. “And I am his father.”

“Haitham would be ashamed of calling someone like you his father. Someone with no backbone.”

The man scoffed. “Is that what you want to call it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I fell in love with you because you were always so focused and determined to get what you want,” he said as Alhaitham’s mother slightly narrowed her eyes. “But I didn’t think you would go as far as to compromise your morals.”

“I dare you to say that again,” she spat. “You do not get to say that to me when you have no idea what it’s like to climb the corporate ladder as a woman.”

"You're right. I don't. But as a decent human being, you don't have to drag others down to succeed."

She clenched her fists. What she really wanted to do was to tell him to get the fuck out. Maybe throw a remote in his direction. But instead, she walked up to him and said, “We’re divorced now, honey. That means… I don’t want you getting involved with me or my son.”

"Haitham wouldn't want this. Even if he knew we divorced, he would want us to be in his life."

She looked down and smiled. A storm was coming. He could feel it in his bones. When she looked up, the l ook in her eyes was almost predatory as if she was looking at her next meal.

“You’re no longer my husband. You’re a stranger. Someone who I will not hesitate to file a restraining order against if you cross the line.”

“...Cross the line? I only want to be in my son’s life. He’s an adult. He can make his own decisions.”

"Do you really want Haitham to know that you were the one who gave me the divorce papers out of the blue?" She stepped toward him. He stepped back. "Do you really want him to know how much emotional turmoil you put me through when I was just about to get that promotion? Do you really want him to know that it was because of you I had to quit and restart my career?" She put a hand on the counter. "Do you really want Haitham to look badly on you like that? I'm doing you a favour."

"I was trying to help—"

"I never should've listened to you. That advice cost me everything."

Alhaitham's father clenched his fists. "...You aren't the woman you used to be," he said quietly. "Since when did you… get so selfish?" Then, he exhaled sharply and left the house where happy memories were now a distant memory.

Alhaitham’s mother has no intention of telling her son anything that happened. That is her secret and hers alone.

"I'm sure he'll get in touch in one day," she finally says.

“But… what happened? I thought…”

She holds Alhaitham’s hand tightly. “Sometimes… relationships don’t work out, no matter how much two people love each other. It took us that long to find out we were too different.”

Alhaitham hates that he can't pinpoint why his mother's statement sounds off. Too different? Why does it sound like an excuse? Perhaps she's still getting over the divorce, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt his mother. No need to pour salt on the wound.

Alhaitham sighs. “I really wish you told me. It must’ve been hard going through that alone.”

She smiles. “You were so focused on your career back then. Besides, I could handle it myself. I’m doing fine now, aren’t I?”

"And does Grandfather know?"

“...He does.”

So, Alhaitham is the last to know, apparently. Something about that does not sit well with him.

Later that night, after his mother and secretary leave, Alhaitham is at your place. You walk into the living room carrying two cups of tea. When you set them down, you glance and sit next to him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. “You’re quieter than usual.”

Alhaitham slightly smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He holds your hand, and you sense something is definitely wrong.

“...My mom just told me that she and my dad got a divorce.”

Your eyes widen, and you almost gasp. “...Oh, Haitham.”

He leans his head against your shoulder, and you kiss his head. "It was just… so sudden. I had no idea they were on bad terms."

You hold his hand tightly. “...Is she okay?”

Alhaithams leans up and sighs. "She seems fine." You and Alhaitham are facing each other now. "But, I can't get in touch with my dad. It's... strange."

“I can understand why they might have not wanted to tell you when it was happening… they didn’t want to worry you.”

He nods. “I think so, too. But… I just want to know what happened. She was very vague about it.”

“What did she say?”

After Alhaitham tells you, he says, “Relationships don’t just fall apart out of nowhere.”

"That's true..."

He gives you a sad smile. “I want to think positively and say it’s because my mother thinks it's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up. But, at the same time, I also think she’s hiding something.”

You hold both of his hands. "...Regardless, I'm here for you, Haitham. Every step of the way."

He leans in, and just as he kisses your head…

Poof!

You sigh with a small smile. Then, you look at the time. “Well… this is interesting. You’re an hour late this time. That’s progress, I would say.”

Alhaitham walks onto your lap and meows. You scratch him behind the ears, and he leans into your touch.

“You’re taking longer and longer to turn.”

You lean back on the couch and watch Alhaitham stand on his hind legs. Then, he puts his front paws… on your breasts. You give him a slight, deadpan look as he looks down and kneads them with his paws. Then, he stops, puts his head in the space between your breasts, and looks up at you with a small smile.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You lie down on the couch, and he doesn't hesitate to walk on top of you and make himself comfortable. He curls up just near your chest and nuzzles his face against you.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is at the hospital the next morning since his grandfather is getting discharged. As the car weaves through the busy streets of Sumeru, Alhaitham tells him that his mother finally told him about the divorce.

His grandfather sighs loudly. “You aren’t the only one she wanted to keep in the dark.” Alhaitham looks at him. “She wanted to keep all of us in the dark.”

“...How did you find out?”

"I paid her a surprise visit. Remember when I told you I was going on a business trip a few years ago? I dropped by their place, only to find out they sold it."

“...So, they were already divorced then.”

“I called them, and it was your father who picked up. He told me to ask your mother. I knew something was wrong.”

When Alhaitham’s grandfather finally got hold of her, he almost couldn’t control his temper. “What's going on? Where are you?”

“...I’m at work, Dad. What is it?”

“I’m in Liyue right now. I thought I’d surprise you by paying you a visit… but you sold the house? Where are you living? What happened?”

"We aren’t living together anymore.”

“Why?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later, okay? I have to get back to work.”

“It took some persistence,” Alhaitham’s grandfather continues. “...But I finally got it out of her.” He looks at the secretary who’s driving them home. “He was there when she broke down about it.”

“...Is it because she thought we’d be worried?” Alhaitham asks.

“I sure hope so.”

Then… why does it seem like it’s not?

Soon, the car pulls up to a large house. While Alhaitham’s secretary grabs the bags, Alhaitham helps his grandfather inside.

“Ah… it feels so nice to be home.”

“Do you need me to grab you anything?” Alhaitham says as his grandfather sits on the couch.

He waves a hand dismissively. "Get to work, child. You have stuff to do! A company to run!"

"Well, call me if you need anything."

Just as Alhaitham opens the door, his grandfather calls his name. "I feel like your mother isn't the same person she used to be."

Is this an indirect warning?

"It might be from the divorce... or something else. But, just look out for her."

Alhaitham nods and walks out the door.

On the way to the company, Alhaitham looks at his secretary in the rearview mirror.

“...Has my mother ever said anything about my father?”

“She hasn’t.”

Alhaitham crosses one leg over the other. “...She didn’t ask you to keep quiet about him, did she?”

“No. I… hope you’ll believe me.”

Well, does he have a choice?

Then, Alhaitham’s phone starts ringing. Right when the car turns a corner, he answers it.

“Surprised?”

“A little,” Alhaitham says. “Is everything okay?”

Layla takes a short breath. “I won’t take up too much of your time, Haitham. It's about your mother. She invited me to dinner, the one with you and her.” Alhaitham slightly narrows his eyes. “...Has she met her yet?”

“No, not yet. What did my mother say to you?”

“Dinner?” Layla asked.

“Yes, dear. It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

“I’d love to, Auntie, but… it would be kind of strange, wouldn’t it? You’re meeting Haitham’s girlfriend and—”

“They’re working at the same company, aren’t they?”

“...Is that… bad?”

Alhaitham’s mother sighed. “I’m just worried about him. Haitham has a heart of gold. I’m afraid this woman is taking advantage of him.”

“Oh, no, Auntie. I’ve met her. She’s not—”

“Please join us for dinner, Layla. I’d love your company. Oh… but… would you mind keeping our conversation a secret from Haitham?”

“...Why?”

She smiled. “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

What is his mother planning? Alhaitham rubs the space between his brows.

“Hey…” Layla’s soft voice makes him look up. “Did something happen with her recently? It feels like she’s a little different from what I remember.”

Alhaitham sighs. “...That’s what I’m trying to piece together.”

“...Listen, if you and her want me there, I’ll come to dinner. But, if you don’t, I won’t show up uninvited.”

"Don't say that, Layla," Alhaitham says. "...I've recently found out some things between my parents, so I'm not sure what's been happening with my mother." 

“I don’t know why your mother seems to have such a bad impression of her when she hasn’t met her yet. It doesn’t make sense.”

“...Thanks for telling me, Layla. I’ll deal with it.”

“Hey… if anything happens, I’m here for the two of you. Okay?”

Alhaitham smiles slightly. “Thanks.”

Once he ends the call, his secretary looks at him in the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s fine. It was a friend.”

◆◆◆

Your presentation on your story proposal has ended, and you feel like you can finally relax. You gave it your all, and now it’s up to fate. As everyone starts leaving the meeting room, Signora comes up to you.

“Hey… have a minute?”

You look at her and nod. You’re walking side-by-side as she cautiously asks you about Dottore.

“...You dated him?” she asks.

“Small world, I guess. He’s my ex, and now you’re his friend.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say friend, but"—when she catches the look you’re giving him, she almost slaps your arm—“Oh, my God! I’m not sleeping with him.”

You raise your hands in defence. “I said nothing.”

“Anyway, I’m glad nothing came out of those videos. Nothing happened, right?”

“Not that I know of. If something did, I assume I would’ve heard something by now.”

Signora quietly clears her throat and nudges you. “But, hey… you and Alhaitham… who made the first move?”

“What makes you think we’re dating?”

As much as you want to tell the truth, the fewer people who knew, the better.

“Let’s just say it’s a hunch.”

“Hey, Signora!”

A colleague waves her over, so she turns to you. “Well, see you around.”

As Signora walks away, Childe comes around the corner. “Hey, you. How did the presentation go?”

“It went well, I think. I did all I could.”

“Does this mean you have time to talk about… something else?”

You raise a brow. “Something else?”

You and Childe are walking side-by-side. “...Lumine and I are seeing each other.”

“So, you two finally talked?”

“Well… long story short, I admitted some things, told her she could think about it, and… it ended with a kiss.”

You smile. “And all it took was just simple communication.”

Childe looks at you. “You don’t feel weird about it?”

“Anything can happen,” you say, meeting his eyes, “but as long as you’re seeing each other seriously, you have my support.”

Childe smiles. “Thanks.”

Is it just you, or does Childe seem not as happy as you thought he’d be?

You gently nudge him. “Hey, why aren’t you jumping for joy?” Then, jokingly, “I thought you’d be telling me about all the dates you’d want to take her on.”

“...I tried getting in touch with my parents yesterday.”

Your smile immediately disappears. “...And?”

“I couldn’t get in touch with either of them.”

“They didn’t text or… anything?”

He sighs. "That's what I find a little weird. I mean… we have our moments of not talking to each other. But it's not like them to just… ignore me for weeks. I sent them a text this morning, but they didn't even look at it."

“Maybe you could drop by and check on them. It might be better than anxiously waiting around.” You put a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

Childe smiles slightly. "You know… I've been thinking about why my curse is still unstable." You let go of his arm. "Going by the whole love theory… It might be because I can never really hate them. There's still a part of me that obviously still cares despite how much anxiety they put me through about the path I chose. If I didn't say what I said at the Awards Night, it makes me wonder if I'd still be cursed."

“...I’ve been thinking a little about the curse myself.” You and Childe stop in front of an elevator. “Since Haitham and I found out we crossed paths almost ten years ago… it took him longer to transform. In other words, the curse is changing…. Again. And if I’m right about this pattern, it’s all because we discovered something that had to do with us.”

The elevator doors open, and you and Childe step inside.

"It makes me think that… maybe your parents have a secret they don't want you to know about," you continue. "Or… a secret yet to be discovered that has to do with you and them."

Childe smiles wryly. “If that’s the case, this curse just wants to bring everything to light, doesn’t it?”

And you hope it’s only the good.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is just about to get off work when he gets a text from you: Up for some flower shopping?

“It’s a tradition.”

That evening, you and Alhaitham are picking out flowers for your father's death anniversary right around the corner. Childe and Lumine are in another part of the store, picking out their small bouquet. Your mother had already gotten hers and went grocery shopping across the street. Aether had joined her as he felt "left out," being the only single pringle there.

“At first, it was only my mother and me,” you continue, looking from your growing bouquet to Alhaitham. “But after she adopted Lumine and Aether, they also wanted to join.”

Alhaitham picks up a peace lily and hands it to you. Then, with a small gentle smile, he asks, "Is there room for one more?" You take the flower and arrange it with the rest of your bouquet.

“You’d like to be part of the tradition?”

Alhaitham leans in and whispers in your ear, “...Well, you are my forever.” Your eyes widen. “As something as important as this”—he leans upright—“I’d like to be by your side.”

“...You’re not proposing, are you?” you joke.

“Does this mean you’d like me to?”

“Well… it sounds like a two-for-one deal to me. A cat and a husband? Not bad if I say so myself. But..."

Alhaitham saw that coming. He takes your hand. "I know you'd rather have the cat."

"...For now."

You and Alhaitham share a laugh until Lumine comes up to you. You look behind him while Alhaitham turns. Your smile instantly disappears when you see a worried look on your sister’s face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Oh, um… Childe said something came up.”

You and Alhaitham glance at each other.

“He didn’t say much and just left," Lumine continues. "I… think he got a call from his parents, though.”

You remember the conversation you and Childe had earlier in the day about his mother. You walk up and put an arm around her. “Isn't that a good thing?"

"...I guess. But, he sounded scared. Worried? I don't know."

"Hey, let’s not jump to conclusions about anything. Let’s wait for an update.”

Lumine smiles and slightly nods. “...Yeah, you’re right.”

You and Alhaitham look at each other. As much as you want to believe you’re right, you can’t ignore this sudden dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Four

End notes: I may or may not have left some kind of a hint for the big(?) reveal of the secret behind the curse. Anyway, things are moving to their last stretch.

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Embarrassed (Dewdrop Ghoul) 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This was written purely for my own enjoyment but I figured I would share it with the world. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Sub Dew, Dom Aether, humiliation, cum desperation, loss of control, public sexual act, anal, fluffy Aether, Dew has soft feelings.

It is a known fact that ghouls are always horny while performing. After rituals, it is always a race of whoever can get to the bathroom the fastest to relieve their desire. Dew is the worst of them all. He gets so into the music and the friction of the guitar makes it worse. He’s usually pretty good at fighting the urge until this one fateful night.

The ritual began as the curtain dropped, Dew was hard even before he stepped on stage. Aether had been teasing him backstage and that resulted in the fire ghoul being hot and heavy as they took their spots before the crowd. Aether had told him if he was able to make it through the whole ritual without releasing his load in his pants, he would treat him to a fun night. Dew kept this thought at the front of his brain as he played through the setlist.

You got this. You are in control. Dew kept reassuring himself. There was one more song left in the set and Dew thought he would be able to power through. He was wrong. As he was shredding away during Square Hammer he felt his balls tighten. Fuck he was bout to cum right here in his pants in front of everybody. Dew wasn’t one to have a quiet orgasm either. His little body couldn’t handle the sensations all at once.

Toward the middle of the song, he lost it. His rhythm faltered, drawing Aether’s attention. He kept playing as he threw his head back and moaned into his balaclava at the sensation of the warm cum seeping through the fabric of his pants. For whatever reason, it wasn’t his usual amount of cum. It was ropes and ropes of the stick secretment coating his crotch and the back of his guitar.

Aether noticed what was happening and made his way over to the fire ghoul who was now embarrassed by what had just transpired.

“Awww, did my Dewdrop cum in his pants like a needy little slut,” Aether mumbled in Dew’s ear.

“I couldn’t help it. Feel like there’s more in there,” Dew moaned as the friction from his guitar made his cock rock hard again.

“Almost done, Dew. Meet me in the green room after final bow,” Aether instructed before making his way back over to his side of the stage.

Dew’s worst nightmare had come true. He lost control in front of thousands of fans and now was about to have to do the final bow with the stains of his cum evident to everybody in the first couple of rows.

The song ended and all of the ghouls and ghoulettes lined up with Copia for the bow. As soon as Dew came back up after the bow, he bolted for the green room, throwing shit along the way because he was angry and embarrassed with himself.

He flung the door open and threw himself down on the couch, head in his hands trying to collect his thoughts. As he calmed his breathing, Aether came in and closed the door.

“What happened, Dew? You couldn’t control your own dick on stage?” Aether mocked as he lifted Dew’s chin.

“Fuck you,” Dew spat, his anger still emanating.

”Is that what you were thinking about while your desperation got the best of you?” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear.

This made Dew’s dick even harder. He needed Aether and he needed him now.

“Aeth, please. I’ve already embarrassed myself once tonight. Please don’t make me beg for your cock to add to the humiliation,” Dew whimpered.

”Oh but that’s the fun part,” Aether said as he sat down next to the embarrassed ghoul.

Dew gave in. He needed to be fucked by the larger, older ghoul and he needed it now.

”Please, Aeth, need your cock in me so bad. Please, I’m your needy little cockwhore. Want daddy’s dick so bad,” Dew begged as he straddled Aether’s lap.

The begging was music to Aether’s ears. He moved Dew off of him and slipped his pants down, his large cock popping out.

“Take your dirty pants off and ride daddy like the good little cum slut you are,” Aether instructed.

Dew did as he was told, pulling his pants off, moaning at the wet patches gliding against his swollen cock. He straddled Aether’s lap once more. Aeth reached into his bag that was next to the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube. He used it to lube up his cock and Dew’s ass.

Aether slipped his cock into Dew’s tight ass, moaning at the pleasure of being inside his favorite ghoul. Dew wasted no time before he was bouncing on Aether’s cock, singing his praises. Aether used one free hand to support Dew’s back and the other one was stroking Dew’s cock that was rubbing against the quintessence ghoul’s belly.

”Fuck, daddy, love having your cock in my ass. Feels s’good,” Dew moaned.

”You’re such a good little slut for your daddy. You’re not allowed to cum until I do,” Aether instructed.

This would be hard for Dew as he was already close to his second orgasm of the night.

“But, daddy, I need to cum again,” Dew moaned into Aether’s ear.

“If you do, daddy isn’t going to fuck you for a week and you won’t be allowed to touch yourself either,” Aether seductively scolded.

Dew couldn’t go that long without Aether fucking him, let alone pleasuring himself so he had to control himself.

“Keep riding daddy’s cock, gonna cum in this sweet tight ass of yours,” Aether moaned as he felt his balls tighten.

Dew was able to resist the urge of spraying his cum all over Aether at the thought of Aether filling his tight hole with his warm cum.

”Fuck, Dew, I’m cumming, Oh fuck me baby,” Aether said as he thrusted his hips into Dew, releasing his seed inside of the needy fire ghoul.

“Cum for daddy, Dew baby. You’ve been a good cum slut, cum for me,” Aether moaned as he was still riding out his high in Dew’s ass.

Dew needed no further encouragement as he released his cum all over Aether’s hand and belly,

“Fuck, Aeth, fuck I’m your good little cum slut. Fuck I love you, Daddy,” Dew moaned as he fucked into Aether’s cum covered hand.

Aether was caught off guard by the three words that left the fire ghoul’s mouth.

”Dew, did you just say you love me?” Aether asked as he tucked Dew’s hair behind his ear.

”I uh, I,” Dew stuttered.

He had always had these strong feelings for Aether but always thought Aether viewed him as another ghoul to fuck.

”Yes. I love you, okay. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want to be rejected. I want more than just our daily fucks. I want to be yours,” Dew muttered out, now flustered from his lack of self awareness when speaking.

”Dew, hey, listen to me. I love you too. I just figured you didn’t do the dating thing because, well that’s just how I assumed you were,” Aether said as he looked the fire ghoul in the eyes.

”I usually don’t but with you, I burn for you. I need you in more ways than just this,” Dew said.

”Then you will have me in more ways than just this. Let’s be together. Let’s be boyfriends,” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear, pulling a low pur from the fire ghoul who was well spent after the fun they just had.

The two ghouls got cleaned up and made their way back to the tour bus. Aether invited Dew to sleep in his bunk with him tonight and the little ghoul didn’t hesitate once. Aether crawled in and put his back against the wall before motioning for the fire ghoul to come snuggle with him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” Aether whispered in his ear.

”I love you, too, Aether,” Dew mumbled before quickly falling asleep.

#the band ghost #aether ghoul #aether fluff #nameless ghouls #dewdrop x aether #dewdrop ghoul #aether smut #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop smut

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skz reacts to their friend confessing their feelings to them

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skz!hyung-line x reader

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✩︎ bangchan ✩︎

“are you alright, y/n? you got kinda.. quiet,” chan asked you, making your head snap quickly in his direction. you were so deep in thought, you had forgotten your friend was even in the same room as you. the only reason you were even together at the moment was the fact you had to get something off of your chest.

“oh, yeah.. i’m alright. something came to mind... and i kind of need your advice,” you replied, giving him a small smile, your calm and relaxed state contradicting the fact your heart was ready to burst out your chest. his face lit up with interest, shifting his body slightly to perfectly face your direction. “go ahead, y/n! you know i’m always happy to help you with anything. you are my closest friend after all,” his lips curled into a heartwarming smile, and you had to fight the burning urge to blush in front of him at the sight. you felt like cupid had shot you with one of his arrows every time he smiled at you.

“i haven’t told anyone, but there’s this guy i really like,” you said, looking down at your hands before you scanned his face for a reaction. his eyes opened up slightly with a hint of surprise... you knew him for years and hadn’t told him this? he simply nodded, signaling for you to continue. “i’ve known this guy for years.. and i just don’t know how to tell him. i don’t know if he feels the same or not.. what should i do?” you asked, frowning slightly as you watched his smile slowly disappear.

“well, depends on who this dude is.. i need to make sure he’s right for you. what’s this guy like?” he asked, crossing his arms against his chest. he couldn’t help but feel some jealousy begin to stir up in his body, how could you have kept this secret from him for so long? you pursed your lips, averting your eyes away quickly before you shut them, taking a deep breath before you opened your mouth to talk. “he’s not the tallest... about 5’7.. he has this really adorable smile, and the softest hair.. i love when he doesn’t style it and it’s all wavy and fluffy.. reminds me of his pet dog,” you said, beginning to smile to yourself as you perfectly described the boy in front of you. “he has the cutest laugh and gives the best hugs, amazing advice and always knows how to cheer me up when i’m feeling down,” you finished, your cheeks shaded over with a rich shade of pink.

chan sat there, seeing how you reacted to describing your crush to him. he couldn’t help but begin to smile himself, seeing how happy you seemed warmed his heart. “he.. he sounds like a great guy, y/n. to be honest, it sounds like you guys have a really good friendship already,” he said, sighing to himself. “i think you should tell him how you feel.. even if he doesn’t feel the same way, getting it off your chest is better than nothing.. that’s all the advice i can—” he went silent, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he put the pieces together. 5’7? fluffy hair like his pet dog? hugs? advice? everything started to make sense.

he began to giggle, his cheeks beginning to heat up until they matched yours in hue. “y/n... do- do you like.. me?” he asked in between little chuckles as he attempted to contain his joy. you broke into an embarrassed smile, looking back in his direction as you quickly nodded, opening your mouth once again to speak, but before you could even start your sentence, you were almost knocked off the couch.

chan had sprung towards you, engulfing your body into a tight hug, like the ones he would always give you, except this one felt oddly warmer, as if he had no plans on letting you go. “oh, y/n... you should’ve just told me.. i’ve always felt some type of way about you.. i just didn’t want to ruin the friendship..” he said gently. you practically melted in his embrace, the scent of his cologne traveling through your nose and acting as if it were a magnet, drawing you too closer together.

you didn’t hesitate to hug him back, wrapping your arms comfortably around his neck, resting your chin against his shoulder as you breathed in, sighing out happily. “i wouldn’t have even guessed that, channie.. i’m just happy you feel the same way..” you pulled away slightly, getting a good look at him in front of you. his smile was bigger than ever, his cheeks washed over with a rosy color as he laughed lightly before he reached his hand up to push some of your hair past your ear.

“i think it’s safe to say we can tell each other everything now, don’t you think?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. you nodded your head in agreement, scrunching your nose up with a bright smile.

“it’s a plan.”

✩︎ minho ✩︎

“come on y/n, only a few more counts before we finish. this dance isn’t that hard,” minho said, patting your shoulder, a little too rough as you stumbled forward, losing your balance for a quick second. “oh come on, you klutz.. it wasn’t all that hard of a push, now let’s do this!” you regained your balance quickly, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes before you got into your stance.

“and five, six, seven, eight,” he counted down before you two began to execute a series of moves and steps as he counted out loud. you watched his expression in the mirror, admiring the way his face became serious and focused on the task at hand, almost forgetting moves at the sight at minho moving so swiftly yet in a fluid manner at the same time. the next few counts were when you lost your composure.

he placed a hand on your hip, bringing you two close together as you shared a rather intimate moment with each other. a series of body rolls and intense eye contact, the position of his hand perfect to allow you to lean up and confess your love for him without having to actually say it. the scenario in your mind failed as you suddenly stumbled, falling into minho as you nearly knocked the both of you over.

he quickly stopped himself from falling, quickly clutching on to you to stop your fall as well. “what the hell is up with you today, y/n? you’ve been on a whole other planet.. it’s like your not even paying attention,” he scolded you, making you look down in embarrassment as you awkwardly shifted your weight on to your other foot. “what, am i too distracting to you?” he teased, stepping closer as he looked down to your bowed head.

“minho, that’s exactly why i’m acting like this.”

you sighed, continuing to explain yourself, refusing to make any sort of eye contact with him. “i.. i really like you, minho. and it’s like, you know exactly what makes me like this... i can barely keep my composure during that part of the dance and... it’s just impossible to act normal around you sometimes.” you heard a low chuckle from the male, watching as his hand met your face, gently gripping on to your chin and forcing your head up. you were met with his mischievous smile.. but it was much softer than before.

“i know you like me, y/n.”

your face went red, your eyes widening and practically popping out of their sockets as you stood there, frozen in shock. how could he have known? was it too obvious? “it’s so obvious you have a thing for me.. you don’t smile like you smile at me at any of the other guys. and you laugh way too hard at my jokes.. i’m not that funny,” he joked, shaking his head. he looked into your eyes before he smiled once more, this time it was sweeter, making it hard to maintain this painfully long eye contact with him.

“that’s why i started helping you with your dancing.. so we could be closer to each other. did you not realize?” he laughed gently before pulling his hand away from your chin. your lips parted, a small smile creeping up on to your lips. “so you..” minho shrugged his shoulders, answering your question before it was properly asked. “i guess you could say that.. i enjoy being around you y/n,” he said, the tone in his voice genuine. he brought his hand back up to playfully ruffle your hair, causing it to fall in front of your face.

you pouted slightly, pushing the strands of hair back, getting a loud laugh out of the male. “come on, let’s take a break. i don’t want jisung to walk in on us like this, you know how fast he is to assume the weirdest things,” he said, gently gripping your shoulder as he lead you to the couch, sitting closer to you than he had ever before.

you smiled to yourself... maybe, being a klutz is a good thing sometimes.

✩︎changbin✩︎

“come on, let me just see what you’ve written!” changbin whined, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. you held a black covered journal in your hands, clutched tightly fearing that he could’ve simply snatched it right out of your hands. you had been getting help from changbin with writing lyrics in hopes of one day producing your own song, but he was pestering you about the lyrics you had written on a specific page.

“it’s not even that good, bin.. i’m still working on it!” you tried to dodge his persistent request, but it failed as he held his hands up to beg. “please, y/n? you know i don’t judge.. i just wanna see what you’ve got down! all your other lyrics have been pretty good, it’s not like this one won’t be the same!” he smiled lightly, making your grip on the journal loosen as you got lost in his perfect grin. you looked back down at your journal, opening back up to the page he was dying to see.

you looked over the lyrics yourself and nibbled on your bottom lip. there was no way you could show him these lyrics.. because they were about him. if changbin was good at something, it was deciphering the message in anything and finding out what it was about.. and this was practically an ode to him. he’d find you out within seconds. you let out a deep sigh through your nose before you looked back up. maybe, it was time for him to read these lyrics.

you extended your arm out to hand over your journal that was open to the exact page. “here.. you can read it,” you said gently, making changbin smile triumphantly before he took the journal, placing it on the table in front of the both of you before he started to look them over. the room grew quiet for a few minutes as he read, and you watched over him carefully to see his reaction. he’d realize any minute now.

changbin nodded his head in approval at what he was reading, smiling softly before he looked back up with that same grin. “this is really good, y/n. especially the part—wait...” he muttered to himself, looking back over the words written in the journal, squinting his eyes and he read them to himself again, pondering in thought for a second before his head snapped up, quickly looking over at you, his lips parted a bit before he spoke.

“y/n—is this... about me?”

he asked gently, a small smile spreading across his lips as you felt a strong warmth fall over your cheeks. you cleared your throat before nodding your head quickly, an embarrassed grin slowly appearing on your own lips before you let out a gentle sigh. “yeah...it is, changbin.” with those few words, his smile grew and he scrunched up his nose, wiggling slightly as he spoke again.

“y/n likes me~”

he hummed in a song voice, a small giggle leaving his lips as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head a bit as you quickly took your journal back, hugging it gently as you shut your eyes for a second, a small huff leaving your lips before you opened your eyes back up to look at changbin. “yeah, i do like you. that’s why.. i was so hesitant to show you this. i knew you’d figure me out almost instantly. you and you’re... lyrically talented brain..” you grumbled, but didn’t hear a laugh from changbin.

changbin stared at you for a few seconds, causing the both of you to hold strong eye contact for what felt like an hour. he sighed softly, a small smile curling up on to his lips as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head a bit as he covered his eyes, finally breaking the painful staring contest he had started. “y/n…why else would i just take this much time out of my schedule to help you with your music? have you not noticed?” he asked, uncovering his eyes to reveal a slight blush that had fallen over his cheeks.

you sat there, a blank look on your face before your eyes opened up wide, your lips parting and a light bulb flickering on in your brain. “you..so you..i..” you stammered, a smile creeping up on to your own lips that you couldn’t hold back. “yeah, y/n. i do. how could i not like someone like you?” he said gently, the two of you smiling at each other before beginning to cringe and recoil at the sappy moment you two shared just then. “i’ve been waiting to get that off my chest for a while, you know. ever since i started writing that song..”

changbin didn’t answer immediately, thinking for a second before he slowly looked back over to you with a suggestive smile.

“why don’t we…start recording it?”

✩︎ hyunjin ✩

“hey, hyunjin! this looks like a good place to take pictures!”

you suggested to your blonde-haired friend, pointing at a pretty cherry blossom tree amongst many others. he looked over, tilting his head before he smiled and nodded his head in agreement. “you’re right, y/n! let’s take some over there. i’ll take them of you first, alright?” he said, holding up the camera he had brought with him. you nodded in agreement, scurrying over to the tree you chose and setting your things down near it. “tell me how to pose, mr. photographer..you know i’m not a master at this or anything..”

“just be yourself, y/n. you always look good in the pictures i take of you,”

he said with a little smile, turning his camera on and adjusting the settings. meanwhile you watched, a small blush coming over your cheeks as you replayed what he said to you over and over again. always look good… that was the best compliment you had ever received in your life, but you were obviously biased as it was coming from hyunjin himself. when he looked back up, you quickly snapped out of your daze, meeting his eyes as he looked at you with a slight puzzled look.

“your cheeks are kinda pink, y/n…are you cold?”

your eyes widened as you held a hand up to your cheek and rather than being cool to the touch, your skin was warmer than usual. “y-yeah! just a little bit…but i’ll be fine! let’s take those pictures,” you said, quickly brushing off the situation with a lie he would probably fall for. you got into a cute pose, hands behind your back with one leg slightly pointed forward, a smile on your face.

“beautiful, y/n. stay right there!”

a few moments of silence lingered as hyunjin  put the camera up to his eye, pressing down on the camera button and a small click rung in the air before he soon pulled the camera away from his face, looking at the picture that showed up on the screen. “it’s so cute, y/n. i told you that you always look good. okay, now take a picture of me!” he said, holding his camera out for you to take it.

you couldn’t control the smile that spread on to your lips, nodding your head as you took a step towards him and grabbed the camera, switching places as he now stood in front of the cherry blossom tree. he got into a pose, putting his hands in his jacket pockets as he leaned against the trunk of the tree. “alright y/n, how’s this?” he asked.

what kind of question was that? if you could tell him just exactly what you thought, you might as well have confessed your love to him then and there. you went with the safer option. “amazing, hyunjin. now stay still!” you said before pulling the camera up to your eye, peering at him through the small lense of the camera, your finger finding the small button on the top to take a picture.

the gentle click of the button rung through the air again as you snapped a picture of him, slowly pulling the device away from your face to look over the picture, and an almost defeated sigh left your lips. “how did the picture turn out? do i look good?” he asked, but you remained quiet. he should’ve known the answer to that already, but with your lack of an answer he grew worried. “y/n, what’s wrong? do i look bad in it? is it blurry? did i blink? we can just—“

“i like you, hyunjin.”

the words that left your lips made hyunjin freeze for a second, his lips parting as he looked quite surprised. he wasn’t expecting you to just blurt that out. “oh—so i look fine?” he asked softly, making you suck your teeth in annoyance. “yes! you look fine. you look great, amazing, spectacular even! i didn’t mean to just let that slip out, ignore what i said, let’s just…” you trailed off, at a loss of words as she you set the camera down by your side and looked down at the ground, too embarrassed to make eye contact with hyunjin.

a few moments of silence came over the two of you before you heard hyunjin move around a bit. he was pulling out his phone before he spoke to get your attention. “hey, y/n,” he said, a sweet smile spreading on to his lips. when you looked up, he was holding his phone in his hand, his other arm open for you to come to.

“wanna take a selfie?”

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#kpop #stray kids #skz x reader #skz bang chan #skz fluff #skz minho #skz changlix #skz hyunjin #skz hyung line #skz scenarios

[gurugirl]

The Queen's Secret Ch 6*

Summary: When the King insists on waiting outside the room during Prince Harry & Queen Y/n's sessions, things get cut short for the lovers but they find a way to catch up after a family dinner.

Warning: Some angst, smut, cheating, exhibition (accidental)

The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Chapter 5*

Chapter 6*

When Y/n saw Edgar in their bedchambers after returning to the castle he gave her a once over and then left their room without a single word. He didn’t return for the night. She thought it was an odd way to act after his series of texts. Especially that last one. If you’re at the Styles’ home I will find out. She didn’t know how he would have found out. Of course, he didn’t know, he had to be bluffing. Why would he not confront her when he saw her? She was ready to defend herself as soon as she saw him, but instead, he simply left the room.

The Queen slept wonderfully that evening. A series of orgasms from her new lover and the absence of her old one made for an ideal night’s rest.

The following day she brought it up to Edgar before he had to go into a meeting. She was ready to confront him and find out what was going on. Did he know? Had he sent someone to spy? She would need to find out one way or another. Get it over with.

“I need to speak to you. About your texts from yesterday.” She was direct and feigned confidence. He had no proof. Right?

“What would you like to tell me, Y/n.” Edgar was rigid and he didn’t appear happy. He looked like he was chewing on something but they hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“Why were you sending me such things? Those texts? And then accusing me of being at the Styles’ home… I was on an evening walk, to clear my head. I needed to get out. I’ve been stressed over this whole thing, and now to have my own husband assuming the worst…” she looked at Edgar with an expression of hurt. She didn’t want him to know the truth, she hoped he bought her lie.

“Because you hadn’t told me where you were off to and you’d been gone for hours. I was concerned and…” he took a breath and looked over his shoulder and then back to the Queen, “… just wasn’t feeling very good about you being gone with the way we ended things last night. Maybe I shouldn’t have texted those things but from now on, you need to tell me when you’re out for a walk or going anywhere. I must know where you are always now that you’re trying for a baby because your disposition is more delicate. Understood?”

The Queen didn’t like this answer, but at least he hadn’t told her that he had video of her and Harry fucking as proof or something and that the court was in the process of excommunicating them from the kingdom and the family.

What could she do but nod and accept his terms?

“Good. Now, tonight, I’ll escort you to your session with the Prince and I’ll be in wait for you afterwards again. See you at 5.”

Much like their second session, this one and all the remaining for the week had to be kept quick. Sadly.

When Harry saw the Queen and the King together and he escorted them to their quarters he was silent. He nodded at his brother-in-law briefly but no words were spoken.

In the room, with the door closed and locked Harry attached himself to the Queen at once. His lips were hurried and hungry. He knew he needed to be quick, much to his dismay.

“Is he going to stay out there?” Harry panted a breath when he removed his lips from Y/n’s and began unbuttoning his shirt.

She nodded, “Yes. Every day until the last. And he was very upset by my absence last night. I’m not sure we can get away with another rendezvous again. It’s too risky.”

Harry understood. He immediately began to work the Queen’s body how she liked. He applied his lips and tongue over her sweet pussy to get her wet and then thrust his large dick into her with instructions to keep rubbing at her clit so she’d come. He hated going fast, not being able to take his time with her. She deserved so much better.

When the Queen came, Harry had to put a hand over her mouth. She didn’t understand how she was unable to control her volume when Harry was the one making her come.

Once he felt her squeezing around him Harry groaned, “Gonna fill you up with my babies, Y/n. Make you mine.” He came inside of her at that. He wanted her to be his but he didn’t know that could ever be a reality. So, he’d pretend it could be during their short time together.

The subsequent sessions were very similar. Harry made sure she was nice and wet for him before pounding an orgasm out of her as he covered her mouth. Their first session and the night at his home would have to suffice for their fulfilling tryst. Even though Harry had made her come every single time he laid with her, he wanted to give her more time. But it was impossible.

On the last day Harry was angry. He was not in a good mood. He hated that the King was stood outside of their room while they had sex and it wasn’t fair. Even though they’d disregarded protocol and feelings were starting to surface, it still wasn’t fair to either of them.

“I don’t care. I’m taking my time with you today, Y/n. You deserve it and today might be our last together in this way. I want to make it good for you. Be good to you. I can’t bear the quick sessions. I need more. You need more.” Harry was pulling his pants down, lips swollen from the way he’d attacked her mouth as soon as the door was pulled shut and locked.

“We can’t, Harry. I wish we could but Edgar is right there and he’ll knock at us if we take too long. We have to be quick. There’s no other way. I’m sorry.” Y/n laid her hands on his masculine chest as soon as he removed his shirt, and she kissed the spot between his pecs and the sparse hairs tickled her nose. He smelled so good and his skin was warm and soft and the muscles under were strong. She wanted more than anything to take her time. These days had brought them closer.

They’d also been texting back and forth every day (to have the texts all deleted after of course) and learned new things about one another. There were some feelings developing and it was inevitable. They fit very well together but it was impossible.

“No. I’m taking my time with you. I don’t care if he knocks. We’ll just keep going as he waits outside the door with his knuckles on the wood. As long as I can have you a little longer.” He wrapped his hands around her wrists and moved her hands off of his chest and put his strong arms around her, dipping down to kiss at her neck and her clavicle as he spoke his words.

When he’d pulled her into the bed he brought her up over his face, to sit as he licked into her pussy. She held onto the headboard and Harry held onto her bum to keep her close and suck on her until she was orgasming over his face. She was a little louder than she should have been and Harry couldn’t reach a hand to cover her mouth from his angle. She tried to close her lips as her world swirled in bright colors as her orgasm struck her.

And that was their time. Fifteen minutes had come and gone in a blink of an eye and Edgar’s knocking could be heard. Y/n quickly got off of Harry’s face but Harry grabbed her hips and pulled her down to the bed, shaking his head at her.

“We’re not done, Y/n. I told you I’m taking my time with you today. Don’t leave me, please. Let him knock.” Choose me, not him, he thought to himself. He held her down and she didn’t want to leave but she knew she should. They would get into trouble. But his internal plea was nearly written on his expression, and his handsome face and strong body were begging her and so she nodded and smiled and tried to ignore the intermittent knocking as he sunk his thickness into her.

He didn’t want to pound into her quickly this time. He wanted it slow and languid. So that’s how he did it and it was thrilling to them both. The way he moved in her with the knocking getting progressively louder from Edgar. Fuck him. Edgar could wait. Here, she had a real man with tightening muscles, trembling and working her with his big dick who wanted to give her his babies. She moaned and he covered her mouth.

“S’that good for my Queen? Like my big cock inside of you, filling you over and over again. Gonna fuck my babies into your pussy. Yeah?” He was panting out his words as he rolled his hips into her.

He pressed his long organ and in and out of her and the closeness was giving her clit friction from his pubic bone grinding into her.

She nodded and moaned into his hand and then he pulled out quickly, flipping her over flat onto her tummy and straddling her. He stuffed a pillow under her pelvis and spread her cheeks and slid himself back in, long and hard and it made her eyes roll into the back of her head when he moved inside of her at the new angle.

“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come for me.” The knocking at the door increased, now turning into pounding as Harry watched himself plunge in and slip out of his lover’s pussy from behind.

Y/n put a hand under her tummy and down to her clit as she stuffed her face into the comforter and let herself moan and gasp at the feel of Harry stretching her and parting her insides. He was so close to his own orgasm and there was a part of him who enjoyed the knocking in the background. Fuck Edgar. This was Harry’s time. During their sessions, she was his. Not Edgar’s.

“Come on baby. Come on my cock and I’m gonna fill your insides up with my sperm and stuff you full so your dripping of me all night.”

And she did come, for the second time of their last session. Everything around her crackled and sizzled and suddenly she heard commotion but she was still moaning and coming when she became aware of Edgar’s voice.

Harry came deep inside of his Queen the moment the door opened and Edgar barged in, key in hand. The guard stood outside the door in shock and Edgar was red in the face with anger.

Harry turned to look at Edgar as he grunted and continued plunging himself into the Queen’s pussy as he loaded her up with his come. The King caught sight of it all.

When Edgar saw the scene he was taken aback. The Queen flat on her tummy and Harry railing her from behind, his hands on her bum, spreading her... Edgar couldn’t see her hand under her as she rubbed her clit, but he could tell that Harry’d just come.

“This is not part of the protocol. Why are you in this position?” Edgar walked to the bed and grabbed at Harry’s shoulder to pull him away from his wife and Y/n quickly sat up, covering herself as well as she could, still shaky and in the haze of her orgasm. She watched Harry right himself from the King’s hold. Harry put an arm out and pushed his brother-in-law off of him. He was still breathing hard, his cock twitching.

“It was more comfortable for my back like that, Edgar. My back is sore today. We started how we were supposed to but then, well I was in pain so I had to turn. It’s why we took so long…” She knew it was a load of bullshit and the King probably wouldn’t buy it. He’d been knocking for the better part of 15 minutes by the time he’d had enough and barged in.

“Thirty minutes, Y/n. You and Harry have been at it for thirty minutes. If you were in such pain you should have stopped the session, and answering the door would have been wise. I don’t think I believe you.” Edgar looked Harry up and down. His body was big and strong and his still shiny cock, even soft, was larger than Edgar’s at full mast.

“Get dressed. Both of you.” Edgar didn’t leave the room as he watched the lovers dress in silence. Harry looked at the Queen but she didn’t dare look back at him. She was worried about what was to happen next. Edgar still had no proof of wrongdoing, other than they hadn’t opened the door when he knocked and that she was lying on her stomach as they had sex. But she was pissed at him and she would let him know it. How utterly rude and cold it was for him to barge in like that. She had only been on her stomach, nothing could have seemed that intimate, hopefully.

The following week a small, close family dinner was announced to celebrate their hopeful pregnancy (though that had yet to be determined). The King had it arranged and it was also a way to get a better feel for how Harry and Y/n acted around one another in his presence. Gertrude had been told of their slight indolence towards the rules when he’d walked in on Harry orgasming (Edgar had told Gertrude this to keep her at watch as well). He’d wound up being mostly convinced that Y/n never orgasmed (well, more that he just didn’t have proof of it), and that it had only been Harry who did. Though, Gertrude and Edgar were not happy about the switch in positions during sex, at least she was on her tummy and they were not facing one another or caught kissing.

The dinner was just six adults, the Queen and the King, Harry and Gertrude, Y/n’s friend and advisor, Rory, and another close advisor to the King, Adam. By this time, the King had invited the Queen to tell her advisor, Rory, of the details of the whole sordid operation. She would have to find out eventually so he allowed it. He hadn’t been aware that Y/n had already told Rory at the beginning.

The event was an awkward one. Y/n knew this was a set up. A way to see how they’d act around one another. Harry and Y/n hadn’t been able to find time to text one another the day before because Gertrude and Harry had been arguing and she left to cool off while he watched the children for most of the day. Y/n was busy with her normal meetings. But they both knew what this was. They’d both been feeling the pressure and the eyes on them.

Harry tried not looking at her. He caught a glimpse when she entered the room in front of the King and he noticed immediately the King was watching him. He stood in greeting, as did Gertrude and the advisors who sat on either side of the King of and Queen. Harry sat in a seat that gave him a clear view of Y/n.

Talk was relegated to politics and weather. The food was prepared by their best chef and was delicious by all accounts, but to the Queen, it tasted bitter and left her nauseated. She wanted to leave the room and go into the quiet of her chambers for the night. The atmosphere of the dinner was awful. She could see the way Gertrude was looking at her and the coldness in her icy glare. The King kept the conversation going with Harry and Adam while the women chatted in between courses and the lull in the men’s conversations. There wasn’t much said between Gertrude and Y/n. Rory could tell something was off and she hadn’t had time to speak with Y/n about it.

Rory spoke up, “Queen Y/n, afterwards, I’d like to run something by you, for an upcoming charity event.” She smiled at Y/n and then looked to Gertrude, “And you too, Princess Gertrude, if you’re up for it.” Rory knew Gertrude would decline if the Queen was involved. She had seen the look she’d been giving her all night and the indifferent responses to Y/n’s comments were telling.

As Y/n nodded at Rory in acceptance Gertrude spoke, “I’m busy after, but thank you for the invitation. You’ll have to fill me in on the details another time.”

The Queen was relieved Gertrude declined. She wanted to be alone with Rory to speak. She looked up and found Harry’s eyes on hers as the King was turned and saying something to Adam. The moment was arrested, slow and it filled her heart with want and grief. She wanted to be alone with him. To feel his mouth over hers. His hands, his smell, his attention.

She was quickly brought out of her tangled thoughts when Rory nudged her. Both Harry and Y/n looked down to their plates when they realized what they were doing. They couldn’t be caught in a longing gaze at one another.

“Thank you.” The Queen whispered quietly at her friend.

Towards the end of the stuffy and uncomfortable dinner, the King invited Adam and Harry to cigars and cognac in the parlor and they both agreed to it. Gertrude left shortly after to relieve their nanny at home.

The Queen and Rory went to the sitting room, not too far from where the men were having cigars and digestifs. 

“Tell me. What’s happened?” Rory sat with her tea and a biscuit on her plate facing the Queen.

The Queen sat back into the armchair and let out a breath in relief. She was glad to be away from that room with Gertrude and the King watching her like a hawk.

“I don’t know. It’s complicated. Um…” Y/n sat up straight again and looked toward the parlor to make sure none of the men were listening, which they weren’t, before continuing, “I’ve… come to really like Harry. He’s a good man and we get along very well. We disobeyed every protocol and it led to some feelings we shouldn’t have. And Edgar has been on me about it. His intuition is right. But he has no proof.”

Rory frowned and set her teacup down, “What do you mean you disobeyed protocol? Like, you were intimate with one another? Kissed and all that?”

Y/n stared off into the corner of the room with a smile and nodded, “And more. I couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it. And now here we are, pretending we barely know one another, yet we text almost every evening. I delete them all of course, but…” she shrugged and shook her head. It was ridiculous.

Rory was a good friend. She’d never speak of it to anyone. She laid her hand over Y/n’s knee, “Are you okay?”

Was she okay? She wasn’t sure. She was filled with sadness but she could endure. She would endure. She was strong willed and would get past her feelings for her new lover. And she’d stop thinking of him as her lover because that wasn’t helping matters. She’d be able to move on and stop thinking of Harry. Their time was probably up. Especially if she’d gotten pregnant. There would be no need for them to be together again.

“I think I’ll be fine. I’ve filled my days with meetings, events, some trips to the city for volunteer work next month, classes, things like that. I’ll get over it.” She lied to herself, but it was necessary to move on. She needed to tell herself she’d be okay.

Rory saw through her, “Don’t. If you’re hurting, it’s okay. He seemed in pain as well. I saw how he looked at you. Like you were the air for his lungs. I can’t tell you what to do but if you need to vent I’m always here.”

The Queen changed the subject because she needed to. She wanted to not think about it and the more she spoke of her feelings on the matter the more she missed him. It had been over a week since they’d been together, since Edgar had caught them disobeying the rules. The asshole. She’d never forgive him for that. For barging in.

When the women heard the men laughing and it seemed they’d finished up their cigars and drinks Rory stood and walked to the doorway to listen. She’d had a plan to get Harry’s attention and perhaps get him and the Queen alone so they could chat in person. She knew she was meddling but she couldn’t help it.

Y/n stood from her chair and watched her friend lean toward the door and look back at the Queen with a quick raise of the brow. Y/n sat her palms at her hips, “What are you doing, Rory?”

Rory put a finger to her mouth for silence and then stood straight and walked out the door. The Queen rolled her eyes and followed Rory but then she stopped short when she saw Rory and Harry speaking. Edgar and Adam appeared to be gone from the parlor.

And like the pull of the sea to the moon, Harry turned his head to see the Queen peeking out from the sitting room she’d occupied for the better part of an hour. His expression softened and then Rory turned to see what Harry was looking at.

Rory waived to the Queen to join them and so, with reluctant feet and a careful watch on her surroundings of who might be observing, she went to them.

“I’ll leave you two. I suggest the library loft for privacy.” Rory turned and left at that.

And then it was just the Queen and her Prince, stood, face-to-face. His handsome sharp jaw, pink lips, frosty green eyes all hers to take in without wandering eyes seeing.

“Hello.” He spoke quietly and the Queen responded in kind. They silently made their way to the library loft, as Rory had suggested. No one would be there this time of night and it would be nice to have some time alone. To maybe set things straight with him. Tell him their time was over and that it had been fun but they were risking too much and getting caught would only be a matter of time if they kept it up.

But Harry hadn’t considered that thought as he followed Y/n up the spiral, iron staircase to the loft. He’d planned on making her his again. Feeling her skin and her curves on his fingers, letting his mouth travel over her warm flesh until she was coming for him. Harry hadn’t wanted to stop their tryst. Not now. Not ever. He wanted more. He knew it was a risk but he felt it was worth it.

They sat together on the chaise and Y/n took his hand, “How are you?”

Harry smiled at the beautiful Queen and shook his head with a small laugh, “I’ve been terrible. Missed you.” He leaned forward slowly and brought a hand to her face. His fingers at her neck, his thumb over her cheek. She swallowed and closed her eyes.

“We can’t, Harry. This isn’t safe and we’re doomed to getting caught.” She kept her eyes closed. She was worried that once she opened them and saw his eyes she’d become seized by his presence and give in.

“What do you mean? We will be quiet. We will be careful. And I’m ready for it. To risk it. You’re worth it to me, Y/n.” He kissed her forehead as she kept her eyes shut, “Look at me, please.” He was determined. He couldn’t let this slip away.

Y/n could hear in his voice the upset and his sadness. She didn’t want to hurt him but they certainly weren’t doing something that would end well for them. She slowly opened her eyes and Harry’s gaze on her had her prisoner. She put a hand onto his chest over his heart and could feel it pounding underneath.

“Why? We have so much to lose if we’re caught Harry. You’ll lose your children. If I’m pregnant, I’ll be forced to give up custody. We can’t. We just can’t.” She brought her other hand up, a fist at his chest and knocked it into him lightly in finality. She looked down and took a breath when she felt her face grow hot as tears burned at her sinuses, threatening to spill over.

“We can. Let’s be careful, then. We’ll lay low. I’m not giving you up yet. I’ve just gotten you. This isn’t over.” He brought his free hand up to her chin and forced her eyes up to him, “This isn’t done. You and I aren’t done. Do you understand me?” His own tears were welling up in his eyes and it caused her own to fall down her cheeks.

Harry breathed hard and his nostrils flared as he moved in to kiss his lover. His lover. His. She wouldn’t be rid of him that easily.  

And like his eyes made her a prisoner, his lips made her a slave. She couldn’t say no to him when he looked at her like that, when his mouth on hers made its case for their connection. It was inevitable. Wasn’t it? They’d been too close to something perfect to let it go.

The room was quiet and with hurried hands the Prince brought a palm under Y/n’s dress and to her thighs. His short nails scratched lightly at where she had her legs pressed together and she relented to him, relaxing her muscles and letting her soft thighs be pushed apart.

Harry’s lips melted her immediately. Her resolve was null with him. No matter how much she thought she could resist, she’d been wrong. And she couldn’t even be mad about it when he felt so good against her.

Harry’s fingertips moved against the front of her panties and she angled herself for his access. He was leaning over her, the Queen titled back, her legs spread as he kept his lips working over hers and fingers slowly circling the fabric of her panties in the spot he knew she’d feel him the most.

And that was another thing about Harry. He knew where to look, knew what to search for on her body to make her sing. Edgar was never going to outdo her Prince.

When he finally pushed the fabric to the side she cupped a hand over his bulge and pressed. The weight of him under his expensive trousers was delectable. She knew how beautiful he was naked. She revered his body.

Harry gently pushed a finger inside as the Queen was nearly laid out on her back. Harry was over her with his body keeping her covered and his hand at work on her entrance.

She was nice and slippery for him and as he pushed his middle finger in and out, his other fingers bumped at her clit, but she needed a little more. She began to unbutton his pants and he stopped his motion so he could assist in getting his trousers down quickly.

They were frantic. Their lips never parted as Harry pulled his zipper down and brought his long dick out of the front of his briefs. He pushed her panties to the side and put himself into her slowly. She was wet but she hadn’t been quite ready for his girth yet. But it didn’t matter. He felt good once he got going they were both gasping and clawing and licking at one another.

The small chaise under them was sturdy and heavy so when Harry rutted himself into her fully sinking in, over and over again, it stayed still under their weight.

“Fuck. Like that, Harry. So deep.” He was deep, as always. He couldn’t help it. He was naturally long and she took him so well and she liked it when he nudged into her tummy and her insides were aching from his tip dragging into parts untouched before Harry had shown her what it could be like.

“Yeah? Like that?” He did it again, thrusting up into her sharply with all his strength. It knocked her upward. Harry had a leg on the ground that he was using for leverage as he fucked into her.

“I want it.” She didn’t know what she wanted, but she’d said it and so Harry would give her anything he could. He didn’t stop his pace, even if the sound of their fabric rustling and her wetness being fucked into was loud enough to be heard. She wanted it. So, he’d give it to her.

She was slick and her dress was wet from the way she’d dripped into it. Harry’s cock was perfect inside of her and the hair from his groin brushed at her clit and she began to lose it when her moans grew louder.

Harry covered her mouth with his to swallow her pretty noises as he parted her walls slipping in and out of her cunt.

His own breathing labored when he felt his release near. But the Queen was already trembling under him and her mouth went slack as her orgasm overcame her quickly. He tried keeping her mouth covered with his but she was loud so he used a hand to quiet her as he continued fucking into her and finally allowed himself to spill into her, coating her insides again, filling her body with his. A week was too long to wait get to come inside of his Queen. He needed to be inside of her every day, fuck an orgasm or so out of her as often as possible. A week in between would not do.  

Harry kissed her temple and her cheeks and her nose and over the edges of her lips as she slowly came to. His beautiful lover.

“There you are. Are you okay?” He smiled at her, still inside, still holding her close.

She nodded and hummed quietly, “Yes. Better now. Thank you.” She pushed his hair off his forehead and just watched his face. He was a beautiful man. One she could fall in love with easily if allowed. But she didn’t want that. She didn’t want more pain and more issues. They were already in too deep as it was and this affair was dangerous.

She pushed at him when her thoughts became too real and he sat back, pulling himself out. He felt her tighten up her emotions and her feelings as she adjusted herself and smoothed her dress and hair.

He put his cock back into his briefs and did his pants up, “Hey…” He grabbed her elbow and she looked at him, “Don’t. Don’t do that. No one will know about us. It’s okay.” She wanted to believe him. She really did, but she didn’t know how she could. How could he know it would be okay? But she nodded as if she believed him and his dimpled smile poured over her like a warm bath. That smile did her in. He kissed her forehead and then her lips and squeezed her hands, “This isn’t over. I want you, even if we have to be clandestine about it. We’ll be fine.”

Y/n nodded and smiled her best fake smile at the Prince. She hoped he was right. She hoped they could be fine. He hoped they would be too.

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• Flug (German, flight)

Warnings: Fringella is a rude b*tch, listen Tae is questionable but he is grieving so can we even be mad at him?, it’s a messy situation okay?, YOONGI! he's a whole cutie, the ending hits different in big sad

Wordcount: 9.8k

a/n: this situation is so messy, i am :( 

Namjoon’s followers turn out to know as little about his whereabouts as you do. Yoongi gave you the littlest details, but he promised you that he and Fredrick were very thorough in their questioning. You didn’t need to know more.

Fredrick kept his promise, offering you one of his unnecessarily countless private planes for your flight to Paris. You are currently next to it, waiting for Yoongi to say his goodbyes to him.

The others, except for Taehyung, have already boarded the plane. You can currently watch Seokjin and Hoseok press their noses against the windows as their eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Thanks Fredrick, I’ll make sure to send back the plane”, Yoongi says.

“Of course, don’t worry about it. Keep it for as long as you need to”, Fredrick says and places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “sorry again that I wasn’t of more help.”

“Don’t worry, you helped. Paris, that’s where we’ll go next thanks to you.”

“You make sure to give me updates or I’ll fly over there and rip out your arm”, Fredrick says and laughs.

Yoongi gives him a small smile, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’ll give you updates.”

“Good, good”, Fredrick says and steps closer to take Yoongi into a tight hug.

Yoongi accepts it with his arms hanging by his sides and his face buried in Fredrick’s tits.

“Here’s to hoping that you won’t take another thousand years to show your face again”, Fredrick says, patting his back, “I expect you at my dance every year from now on.”

“Sure, I’ll come”, Yoongi mumbles, wiggling out of the hug.

Fredrick nods his head, then looks at you.

“Make sure to treat your woman right. She is a funny little thing.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi hisses, shaking Fredrick’s hand off.

“Oh shut up, Min Yoongi. I’ve known you for three thousand years and not once have I seen your face glow that much, let alone seen you wear colour”, Fredrick says, tugging at Yoongi’s yellow plaid shirt, “besides, she’s not slick either. Her heart raced like crazy when I mentioned you”, he says and gives you a wink.

You fluster, feeling your cheeks burn up.

“Tch”, Yoongi scoffs, sending him the darkest look in vampire history.

Fredrick chuckles, “relax. Your secret’s safe with me. I’m happy for you. You deserve someone too.”

Yoongi looks to the side, touching the side of his neck.

“Thanks.”

Fredrick locks eyes with you. He gives you an honest smile.

“He’s a stubborn piece of work, isn’t he? Don’t be fooled by his cold exterior, he’s a softie.”

“Fuck, shut up and let us leave, will you?” Yoongi hisses, making Fredrick bark out a loud laugh.

“See?” he says, pointing at Yoongi, “he’s a complete softie.”

You chuckle, earning yourself a look from Yoongi. That doesn’t stop you from snickering, maybe you even laugh harder because he looks so cute when he is flustered.

“Toodaloo”, a woman’s voice joins you.

Yoongi is by your side in an instant, placing his hand around your wrist.

Taehyung and who you assume to be Fringella have arrived. He is glued to her, looking completely ruined. His hair is a mess, his clothes are barely put on correctly, his face is covered in lipstick. He is swaying, barely keeping his droopy eyes open.

“Oh honey, you came at the right time. Yoongi was just about to leave. Kim Taehyung, look at you. She did a number on you, didn’t she?”

“I am high”, Taehyung says and laughs, “fuck, she’s the best.”

“She is”, Fredrick gives Taehyung a strong pat on his back, “next time you come around, we need to hang out as well.”

“Definitely, but now I need to sleep. See you soon, Fredrick.”

He breaks out of Fringella’s grasp, stumbling over to you.

“Hello darling, how are you?” he asks, trying to lean for a cheek kiss.

You move back however, eyeing him with distaste.

“Good. Your breath’s terrible.”

“Forgive me. I drank way too much-”

“Don’t say it”, Yoongi interrupts him, sending him a warning glare. Not that it helps. You already know what Taehyung is insinuating.

“Hah”, Taehyung hiccups, “doesn’t matter. What a great plane, oh Fringella you really know how to live, don’t you?”

“Indeed darling. You know me, I could never live simple”, she says, strutting past you with a straightened back and her head held high.

“Why is she boarding the plane?” Yoongi asks, pointing a disgusted finger at her.

Fringella touches his shoulders, pressing her lips against his ear.

“Because darling, someone needs to make sure you are keeping your promise of returning the plane”, she whispers.

Yoongi flinches away, growling at her with his fangs bared.

She merely chuckles and pats his cheek rather harshly. Then she turns, reaching for Taehyung’s waist.

“Come now darling, you’ll sit on my lap.”

Taehyung giggles, stumbling up the stairs and soon disappearing out of your sight.

“Tzt”, Yoongi lets out, sneaking one last look at Fredrick, “see you.”

“Make sure to return my wife.”

“Yeah trust me, she’s the last person I want to keep around.”

Fredrick laughs and shakes his head, “I’m not talking about keeping her. Try not to kill her or else”, he looks at you, “I’ll make sure to give your dear ___ the slowest, most painful death in history.”

His eyes gleam ruby as he speaks, slight madness lingers in them as well. You look at Yoongi with scared eyes, seeking his safety.

Yoongi pulls you into him strongly and safely, keeping you pressed against his chest while his hand rubs circles on your arm.

“Goodbye Fredrick”, he says coldly, turning you and him. He lets you walk up the stairs first, making sure you know that he is there with a soft touch to your lower back. He stops at the uppermost stairs, giving you a soft push.

“Go straight to Jungkook”, he tells you.

“Where are you going?”

“Trust me please.”

And with that he pushes you inside the plane. He stays by the stairs until he is sure you are by Jungkook’s side.

“Hey”, you greet the latter, pressing your cheek against his’ to look out the window, “why is Yoongi walking back to Fredrick?”

“I don’t know. He took something from him”, Jungkook says, “look, now they are talking. What do you think they’re talking about?”

“I don’t know. What is he handing back to him? What did he take from him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, now they’re actually saying their goodbyes.”

“That’s so weird. What do you think Yoongi said?”

“Should we ask him once he’s back?”

“Definitely.”

Seconds later and Yoongi has joined you, claiming one of the empty seats. You sit down next to him. Jungkook takes the one opposite of him.

“What did you guys talk about?” you ask him.

“I just made sure of something”, Yoongi says dryly.

“What did you make sure of?”

He turns his head to you, studying your features.

“I made sure that my secret actually stays a secret.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Did you control his mind, hyung?”

“Oh”, you realise, widening your eyes, “wait. Did you just make him forget about me?”

“Not completely”, Yoongi turns to look out the window, “just the fact about”, he stops talking pointing at his own heart instead, “can’t say more”, he says and points at the closed off back of the plane.

You and Jungkook understand. He doesn’t want Fringella to listen in. So he really made Fredrick forget about your relationship. It makes sense. You are sure that Yoongi is shaken up in anxiety after the threat Fredrick made.

You place your hand atop of his’. He flips it, intertwining his fingers with yours tightly. His palm is clammy in anxious sweat.

“That was a good decision”, you say quietly, “thank you, Yoongi.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and nods his head.

“Mhm”, he lets out then lets his head drop against the window frame. He exhales deeply, squeezing your hand again. He is still shaken up, you know him.

So you lean in and press a kiss to his shoulder. Yoongi lifts his head in an instant and after one wary look over his shoulder at the closed doors keeping Fringella hidden, he draws closer to you. He stubs you with his nose first. Just your cheek then his lips are already against yours, giving you a soft kiss. 

It feels extra special to receive because it is the first kiss he initiated in front of your friends. The knowledge of what Yoongi did mere moments ago makes it even more meaningful. He deleted one of his oldest friend’s memories to make sure you stay a secret and then minutes later he is kissing you in front of your friends. The amount of trust he communicates with this soft gesture is felt by everyone here and as Yoongi pulls back, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, the bond you all share has grown even tighter.

The magical moment breaks when the sliding door opens loudly. Yoongi retreats his hand quickly, turning away from you slightly.

“Who wants some champagne?” Fringella asks, carrying two bottles.

Nobody answers her, watching with wary eyes as she claims one of the empty seats. She crosses her legs, waving the bottles in the air. Taehyung sits down next to her, closing his eyes with a tired sigh slipping from his lips.

“So tired”, he murmurs, falling into a deep sleep afterwards.

“Really? Nobody?” Fringella asks.

“No, thank you”, Seokjin answers her.

“Huh?” she widens her eyes “Seokjin?”

“Me?” Seokjin asks, blinking in confusion.

“Hyung, do you know her?” Hoseok asks.

Seokjin looks at the confused faces of everyone.

“No? I have never met her before today”, he insists and looks at Fringella, “how do you know who I am?”

“From your ex of course.”

“My ex?”

“Emma. Is she not your ex?”

“Emma?” Seokjin’s voice is weak and shaky in an instant.

“Yes, unless you have more than one ex”, she laughs, “you never know with a face like yours.”

“How, how do you know Emma?”

“Why, we are friends of course.”

“Friends?”

She nods her head, “now granted, I haven’t seen her since the eighties, but she told me a lot about you. She showed me a picture of you. I must say, you are even more handsome in person. Tell me darling, have ever had your mind blown by a woman?”

“Stick it Fringella”, Yoongi cuts in, “he’s not in the mood for your rancid sex.”

Fringella lets her eyes flit to Yoongi, lowering them in annoyance.

“There was a time when you lived for that rancid sex, Min Yoongi.”

“That was three millennia ago, I changed.”

“I heard. You chained yourself up in your castle?” she scoffs, “sounds terrible, I hope you had an awful time drying out.”

“Just tell us what you know about Emma and stick the rest.”

“Oh?” she lifts her brows, leaning back in her seat, “oh, this is interesting”, she chuckles, “you are looking for her, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we are”, Seokjin says, barely keeping seated, “please tell us everything you know.”

She studies him.

“Sorry darling, I don’t know if I want to.”

“What? But why?” Seokjin sounds hurt.

She shrugs her shoulders, “just so. You are friends with Yoongi.”

Seokjin looks at Yoongi. Hurt, confusion, anger, more hurt. His features show just how upset he is about being so close to finding Emma, but getting denied over a personal relationship he had no say in.

“Leave your childish issues out of this. Tell him what you know about Emma, he has nothing to do with us”, Yoongi says dryly.

Fringella smirks.

“Fine. I’ll tell him. But only if he puts that pretty face between my legs for one night.”

“What? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Yoongi spits, saying what the rest of your group is thinking. She is crazy for even suggesting something like that.

“I’ll do it”, Seokjin says.

“Bro, what?” Hoseok gasps.

“Are you serious?” Jungkook says, staring at him with big eyes.

“Seokjin, you don’t have to do this”, you say.

“I will. Just please tell me where Emma is”, he pleads, looking at Fringella with sad eyes.

“Seokjin, no”, you whisper.

“___ is right, you don’t have to agree to her madness”, Yoongi says, “Fringella, stop being a cunt and tell him.”

Fringella sends Yoongi an icy glare.

“You became so boring, fuck”, she says and gags dramatically, “I’m disgusted. Where’s the Min Yoongi I knew? The man who chased people for fun and ripped their throats open during sex?”

Yoongi grows uncomfortable under the surprised look you send him.

“That man died when I decided to change, but I’ll make a fucking exception for ripping out throats for you”, he says, flashing his fangs.

“Careful. You wouldn’t want Fredrick turning your woman’s intestines into dinner, would you?” she warns, looking at you.

Yoongi is by her side in an instant, squeezing her throat to the point where she honestly squirms. He rips her hand off without patting an eye, throwing it behind himself. It lands right next to Hoseok’s feet, forcing the poor man to scream up in horror. You are horrified yourself, staring at the dismembered hand. There was a small ring on her finger. It must be magic.

“You are going to forget all about my relationship with ___. She is Taehyung’s mate and you are not going to touch her. Hell, you are not even going to come close to her”, Yoongi orders in a harsh tone, controlling her mind with it, “now if I let go of your throat, you’ll think that you refused to tell Seokjin Emma’s whereabouts hence why I choked you and you’ll sit there like a good little girl and tell him what you know.”

He drops Fringella, turning around with a deep frown on his face. He picks up her hand to return the ring to her freshly healed hand, slipping it on without tenderness. Her old hand is crumbling to dust in his fingers.

He returns to his seat afterwards, avoiding your eye contact because he is deeply embarrassed about doing such awful stuff in front of you.

“Emma lives in France”, Fringella speaks, eyes glued to Seokjin, “she has a small cottage in the Provence where she makes perfume and sells them at her shop in Gordes. She learned control years ago and regrets leaving you. You were the love of her life and she spent many years grieving her loss.”

“This is scary”, Hoseok murmurs, “you are too good, hyung.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, turning away from you. Fuck, he is so embarrassed.

“Holy shit”, Seokjin chokes out, “she misses me?”

“Yes, she misses you. She talked about you each time I met with her. Her shop is named after the flowers you always got her from the market. You can’t miss it. It is the only shop with that name in town.”

Her voice is monotone, her eyes lifeless. It is truly scary how well Yoongi’s mind control works.

“She has a website for it if you want look up her story and different scents”, Fringella says, “she has had it since 1932. On the website it says that it is a family business, but this is solely to cover up the truth. Emma has always been the owner and she runs the shop with her best friend Genevieve. She makes all of her perfumes by hand and only the finest of flowers make it into the product.”

Seokjin exhales shakily, throwing his hand over his mouth.

“Hyung?” Jungkook says with tears in his eyes, “are you okay?”

Seokjin shakes his head, “I don’t know”, he presses out, “she named her shop Tulips. I always got her tulips. That was our thing.”

“It’s in French. Tulipes”, Fringella corrects him.

“It doesn’t matter”, Seokjin says, dropping his hand to show off his bright smile, “she didn’t forget me, guys.”

He meets excitement in the gaze of Hoseok and happy tears in Jungkook’s gaze.

He meets happiness in the gaze of you and meets worry in Yoongi’s.

“What are you going to do now?” Hoseok asks.

“I’ll visit her of course”, Seokjin says.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Yoongi asks, cocking his right brow up.

“Of course it is”, you say, nudging his arm, “she still clearly cares for him. He has to visit her.”

Yoongi lowers his gaze and nods his head. He won’t say anymore. He is still too embarrassed about what he did to Fringella to really find the strength to talk back.

“Are you going to leave right away?” Jungkook asks to which Seokjin nods his head.

“I will take the first train to Gordes the moment we land in Paris. Do you guys want to come with me?”

“You should do this alone, hyung. You haven’t seen her in so long. I bet you have lots of catching up to do”, Hoseok says to which you and Jungkook agree.

“Yeah, you have to take her out for dinner and talk with her all night”, Jungkook says, having to giggle in excitement for his friend.

“Exactly, you should enjoy yourself. You looked for her for so long, you deserve this happiness”, you tell him.

“Thank you”, Seokjin smiles, “I feel so happy. Oh, I could dance. Perhaps I will”, he says and jumps to his feet to begin dancing through the plane whilst laughing happily.  “Oh Emma, she missed me”, Seokjin giggles, “I can’t wait to talk to her. I will ask her about the craft and, and I want to listen to her talk until her voice grows tired. Oh guys”, he says, spilling tears of happiness, “her voice has always been the sweetest sound. She talks with such elegance and grace and never raises her voice over a certain level and somehow she always sounds as if she is talking with a smile on her lips. Listening to her talk makes me so incredibly happy. I can’t wait to do it again. Oh I’m so happy”, he squeals and laughs, jumping in circles as his body is overwhelmed by happiness.

You laugh right with him, watching him with a racing heart as he swirls and jumps and dances with laughter on his lips. You are so happy. This is all you wanted for him.

Fringella’s employees wait for you on the landing strip once you land in Paris. She seems normal again, leading the way with a raised head and the rest of you following her. Taehyung trots behind her, head tangling in exhaustion and feet barely managing to lift themselves.

You lean closer to Yoongi, whispering so they couldn’t hear you.

“Is he okay?”

“It’s best if you didn’t ask”, Yoongi answers you.

“So he’s not?”

Yoongi glances at you, exhaling loudly. He pats your back twice and pulls his hand away. There is no other answer after that.

You sag your shoulders. So he wasn’t okay. Poor Taehyung. What can you do to make it better?

“Where are they taking us?” Hoseok asks.

“My apartments”, Fringella answers him, “I can lend you one for as long as you are in Paris.”

“I see. So you will stay with us?”

“Of course not, I have better things to do than help you”, she answers him.

“Okay”, Hoseok looks at the rest of you, mouthing a “rude” to which you all agree.

You finally reach the limousine. The employees open the doors for you, bowing their heads at you as deeply as possible.

Once inside, they close the doors, scurrying to get your luggage in the back.

The limousine was quite spacious inside. You share a side with Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin while the rest take the other side.

“Hey”, Taehyung lulls, trying to place his hands on Jungkook’s thighs. The latter however moves them away.

“Hyung, can we switch seats?” he asks Seokjin.

“Yeah sure”, Seokjin says, getting up.

Taehyung follows Jungkook with sad eyes. They stay on Jungkook even after the latter sat down, while Jungkook sends Taehyung a dark look, tonguing the inside of his cheek.

“Tch”, he clicks his tongue, turning away.

Taehyung sags his shoulders, blinking sadly. He sighs in defeat, turning away as well to instead grab a bottle of champagne. He opens it with his teeth, guiding the opened bottle to his lips to drink it. You feel bad for him, but you also understand Jungkook. Truly this is such a messy situation.

Fringella runs her eyes up and down Yoongi, resting her head against the backrest of the car.

“Now finally tell me”, she says, “why are you looking for Namjoon?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Yoongi throws back.

“Because you couldn’t care less about what he does.”

“I always cared for what he did.”

“No, not always.”

“Things changed.”

“Things changed?” she scoffs, “really? For you? Did you grow soft? Did chaining yourself up turn you weak-hearted?”

“No. It made me decent.”

“Did it really?”

“At least it made me better than you. So that counts for something.”

She scoffs.

“Your insults became weak. You really are soft. Did you turn on your emotions?”

“No.”

Fringella cocks her right eyebrow up, “are you certain?”

“What do you fucking want?”

“Relax. I was just asking.”

“Well, mind your own fucking business.”

She clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes.

“I liked you better when you wanted me”, she murmurs, closing her eyes and letting her head roll against Taehyung’s shoulder. The latter finished the bottle of champagne, dropping it on the ground. He lets his head fall against Fringella’s and throws his arm over her waist, closing his eyes because he feels dizzy again.

“Tch”, Yoongi scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He settles back in his seat, spreading his legs just a little.

The car finally drives off. Fringella eyes up Yoongi.

“But truly. You are laughable these days. I’m surprised that my husband didn’t kill you”, she says.

“Because he knows how to behave.”

“Oh please, he’s only behaving because you’re his sire. Don’t think that the bond you share with him is real.”

Yoongi scowls.

Fringella laughs then, pointing her finger at Yoongi while her eyes flit to you and the others.

“You seriously should have met him when he was still fun. That man could kill humans in the sexiest of ways. Oh how I craved him back then”, she says.

“Shut up”, Yoongi growls.

“When Fred and I got together, Yoongi celebrated with us by kill-”

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth”, Yoongi interrupts her, voice dark and filled with danger, “what happened in my past stays in my past. They don’t need to know what I did.”

“Oh?” she laughs, “oh that’s interesting. Could I hear a hint of shame in your voice? Mhm, Min Yoongi, are you ashamed of what you did?”

“Of course I am. It was fucked up.”

“No. It was fun”, Fringella says.

“You’re a cunt.”

“Mhm, yeah”, she agrees and smiles, closing her eyes, “I feel fucked. Oh, partying with you always drains me, Taetae.”

“Mhm”, Taehyung lets out.

The car drives over a bump, shaking from left to right and with it Taehyung. He lifts his head, touching his own forehead. He groans, eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“No”, he answers you, rubbing his forehead, “my head is killing me.”

You reach over to caress his knee to which Taehyung pats your hand softly.

“Do you want some water to drink?”

“I’ll be alright”, Taehyung dismisses you, letting his head fall back against the backrest, “fucking hell”, he lets out, closing his eyes. Somehow he is already passed out again seconds later, barely breathing with his head rolling left and right each time the car shakes.

Fringella, who watched the whole ordeal with wicked curiosity in her eyes, speaks up.

“Why are you still human?”

“Excuse me?” you gasp. You can practically sense how Yoongi tenses up beside you and how he is fighting every urge inside of him not to drape a protective arm over you. But he can’t. He made sure that he couldn’t protect you like your boyfriend by erasing you from Fringella’s mind. So he has to watch with clenched fists and every fiber in his body begging him to protect you.

“I just find it rather confusing why Tae would choose a human mate. And why he hasn’t turned you yet. No offence to you, but it is not like him to keep humans around.”

“Well, I like being human and he respects that.”

She scoffs, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“But you are weak and so much work.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Human mates are boring, they die easily, they get cold and you always have to make sure they eat. Also they shit, it’s disgusting.”

“Why are you so rude? I’m human, not some pet to keep around. Don’t talk about me like that.”

“I’m not rude. I just want to understand why vampires want to keep a weak human around. Oh no wait”, her face lights up, “I understand now. You are their blood bag. That’s why they haven’t turned you yet. You’re an easy meal. Are they compelling you or are you actually insane enough to want it willingly? Tell me everything.”

“What?”

“She’s not food”, Seokjin hisses, furrowing his brows, “she’s our friend.”

Fringella ignores him.

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense now. Clever. I accidentally killed my last blood bag and haven’t been able to find a good replacement yet. There’s not enough genuinely delicious humans around anymore. Nobody likes to drink and take drugs these days. You humans are all about being healthy and wanting to live long. Why are you all so terribly boring?”

You scoot closer to Yoongi instinctively, touching his thigh for support.

“Leave her alone, Fringella”, he warns, placing his hand over yours even if that increases the chance of Fringella figuring him out. He can’t bear it anymore. He wants to be your shield, take you into his arms and keep you safe, but he can’t. At least this small touch soothes some of that ache. For both of you.

Fringella ignores him as well, eyes glued to your neck obsessively.

“What is your drug? Alcohol, nicotine, sex? Something stronger? Semen perhaps? I bet with someone like Tae around you get pumped full of it.”

“Shut your ugly mouth, Fringella”, Yoongi hisses, “she’s not anyone’s blood bag or cum bucket. You’re so fucking disgusting for even thinking that.”

“I mean, of course she’s not yours. Have you seen yourself?” she says, running her eyes up and down his face condescendingly. She clicks her tongue in distaste, “I heard that you stopped feeding on humans. Why would you do that?”

“Because humans aren’t our blood bags.”

“You’re tedious. I don’t know how I was ever attracted to you.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

Fringella rolls her eyes, shifting them back to you. She studies your face.

“You must be a blood bag. He couldn’t possibly see you as his mate. You’re not Tae’s type”, she says.

“I’m sorry?” you gasp and you know that you shouldn’t feel hurt, but you do. You didn’t do anything to her and she insults you. It hurts you.

“Your face”, she gestures, “it’s rather…dull.”

“No it’s not”, Jungkook speaks up, “you’re really fucking rude. Leave her alone”

“Yeah seriously back off”, Hoseok warns.

Fringella ignores them. She doesn’t want to engage with Younglings.

“Don’t take this to heart, darling. I’m just being honest”, she says.

You lower your head. Quite frankly, being in her presence makes you feel like utter and complete shit.

Fringella’s stupid apartment building is located in the heart of Paris, surrounded by high fences and with rented out apartments on the lower floors. Humans were terribly desperate for housing and their money is rather easy to steal, so Fringella tells you with offhandedness in her voice. You hated her even more than you already did because of it. But you stayed silent, too scared to speak up because you didn’t want to feel even more like shit. Seokjin left before she could give you a house tour, promising you to give you updates about Emma once he knows more. You are happy for him. Not only because he is on his way to find Emma, but also because he could escape Fringella before she started laughing about how hilarious it was whenever she could compel her tenants into paying more.

Luckily for her – because you are pretty sure that Yoongi was one second away from murdering her – she leaves soon after, kissing a drowsy Taehyung goodbye after carrying him to bed and wishing the rest of you a good stay. You are all aware that she didn’t mean it.

Hoseok and Jungkook leave Taehyung’s room instantly. Taehyung tries to talk to Jungkook, but the latter tells him to stick it. Quite frankly, you can’t blame him. Watching Taehyung kiss Fringella after what she said about you felt like the biggest betrayal ever. He should have told her to fuck off, not kiss her.

“Do you want to stay? I feel like snuggling” he asks you, making grabby hands at you, “please may I have some snuggles?” he coos, widening his reddened eyes pleadingly.

“No, I want to unpack my stuff”, you tell him, turning away to leave.

Taehyung lowers his hands, tilting his head to the side in question and pursing his lips. His eyes flit to Yoongi. The latter is looking at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Did I do something?” he asks him.

“Fringella called her an ugly blood bag, whose only purpose is to feed us and for you to dump your cum into. Forgive her if she doesn’t want to see you after she had to watch you kiss the woman who insulted her”, Yoongi tells him coldly.

“Fringella said that?” Taehyung gasps, sitting up even if he is dizzy. He touches his forehead, “ah dear, my head” he whispers.

“Are you surprised?” Yoongi throws back, “she’s a fucking cunt.”

“But I thought…I thought that she would get along with ___. She promised me.”

“When? When you were balls deep in some stranger? Or draining someone to get high?”

Taehyung stays silent, giving Yoongi all the words he needed to hear.

Yoongi scoffs, taking a deep breath afterwards in order not to yell at Taehyung. He is aware that his young friend had a lot going on, but he was still angry.

“You remember when I told you that I dislike you whenever you pull stupid shit?” he says.

“Yes?”

Yoongi gestures between him and the younger vampire.

“That’s one of those moments”, he says, leaving Taehyung’s room afterwards. He couldn’t care less about making sure that Taehyung was alright. He needs to make sure that you are.

Yoongi stops once he is in front of your door. He lifts his hand and knocks.

“Who’s there?” you call out.

“Me.”

“Come in.”

Yoongi enters your room, closing the door behind him. Your suitcase stands untouched by the door. Yoongi knew that it would. He could sense that you lied in order to escape the suffocating tension in Taehyung’s room. His eyes flit to you. There is a vanity desk in one corner of the room. You are sitting in front of it, staring at your face. Well, at least you did before Yoongi came in. Analysing every inch of it until you agreed with Fringella. You had the dullest face in humankind.

You break your eyes away from Yoongi, lowering them in shame. You begin fumbling with random clutter on the desk, hoping that he doesn’t figure out what you were doing.

Yoongi sighs in defeat, hurrying to you in big steps.

He leans down, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey there, my beautiful”, he whispers and begins kissing your skin instantly, hands caressing your tummy and arms.

You know why he does it, feeling the need to close your eyes because if you hadn’t, you would have broken into tears. It feels so good to be loved so gently. Especially after feeling like total shit.

Yoongi reaches your face after making sure that he covered every single inch of your neck with kisses. First your jawline then your cheek. By now, you feel so comfortable in your skin that Fringella’s words seem like lies to you.

Yoongi rounds you, cupping your face to hold it gently as he covers every inch of it in kisses, letting out little hums and kissing sounds. By the time he reaches your lips, you genuinely smile, giggling when he pecks you.

Yoongi puts distance between you and him, still holding your face as his thumbs trace your cheekbones. His eyes race between yours. He is smiling.

“Yoongi”, you whisper, reaching for him.

He understands, squatting down to let you wrap your arms around his neck. He picks you up from the chair, carrying you to the sofa right next to the vanity and sitting down with you on his lap.

He cradles you against his chest, lips busying themselves with kissing the other side of your neck now that he finally has access. He includes your face whenever he can, placing kisses on the parts which moments ago looked so ugly to you.

And you let him, melting in his arms as a stream of warm, comforting tingles runs down your back. His kisses feel so good. Both physically and emotionally. He makes each feel so important and honest. As if every inch of you was worthy of his attention.

And to him you were. Every inch of you. Knowing that someone like Fringella managed to make you feel ugly angers him so much and makes him want to protect you from the world. You shouldn’t feel ugly. Not you. Never you.

Yoongi lifts his head, looking into your eyes.

“My princess”, he whispers, cupping your cheek.

You lower your eyes.

“Don’t look away”, he orders lovingly and you possibly couldn’t disobey. His eyes soften, “there we go. I love looking into your eyes. They’re so beautiful”, he whispers.

“Really? I can’t stop looking at my face and seeing all the ugly parts”, you confess.

Yoongi shakes his head, “that’s not true. You’re beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, “I know I shouldn’t take it to heart, but I do.”

“I know. But seriously don’t. She’s a jealous, fucking cunt”, Yoongi scoffs, “she can be lucky that you were there, I’d have ripped her apart otherwise.”

“I could tell that you were really upset.”

“Of course I was. She insulted you. How dare she open her mouth”, Yoongi says, furrowing his brows. He runs his thumb under your eye gently, “I’ll fight whoever hurts you. Doesn’t matter who.”

“I know”, you whisper, leaning into him, “Yoongi, I feel so safe when you’re with me.”

Yoongi lets you fall into his arms, closing them around you in a comforting hug.

“That’s all I want you to feel”, he whispers, burying his nose in your hair, “fuck, I’m so upset that I couldn’t do more for you in the car. I’m sorry, my princess.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you had to lay low. If you acted too protective over me, she would have used your worry to her advantage.”

“Yes, exactly”, he presses you closer, “I have to keep you safe. It’s all that matters to me.”

“I know. Thank you so much, my prince. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Don't. You don’t have to do anything for me”, he says, “just stay safe for me, my princess.”

“Okay. I’ll try that.”

“That’s my girl”, he says, swaying your bodies from side to side, “mhhm my princess, why are you so cute?” he whines and nuzzles into you in a way that would tickle you.

You squeak out a laugh, fighting him off with minimal effort.

“Yoongi, stop”, you complain, giggling like crazy as Yoongi tickles your throat.

“My princess, so cute”, he murmurs, chasing you with deep chuckles rumbling in his chest.

“Tickles, please Yoongi.”

He laughs fondly, lifting his head. His eyes are sparkling in adoration, his teeth are exposed in a bright grin. You nudge his chest.

“You’re so mean”, you mumble.

“I’m mean? Really?” he asks in a chuckle.

You nod your head, pouting at him.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He cups your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone. The touch is filled with such love and adoration that you can barely handle its effect. Your heart is racing like crazy and you swear you can feel actual butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

“I’m gonna put you in my pocket”, he whispers, “I’m fucking serious, you’re going in there.”

He makes you giggle and wiggle.

“Yoongi stop”, you whine, scrunching your nose up.

“Why?” he asks with fondness in his voice.

“Just so”, you say, falling around his neck, “I can’t handle it.”

He chuckles, patting your butt gently, “you’re so cute.”

“Darling? Can I come in?” Taehyung’s voice reaches your ears. Quite frankly, it soils your mood a little. You were so happy in Yoongi’s presence and now you have to think of all the things Taehyung did. 

“My sweetest, Yoongi told me what happened.”

You can’t lift your head because Yoongi holds you so close. Closer even, now that Taehyung entered the room. 

“Oh my sweetest, I am so sorry for what Fringella said to you. If I knew what she did, I would have said something”, he says, hurrying to you in big steps. He sits down, touching your thigh, “my darling, I apologise on her behalf.”

You move your head so you could look at Taehyung.

“I’m really hurt”, you tell him. 

“And you have every right to be. She said awful things to you.”

“Yes she did. I really hate her.”

“I understand”, Taehyung looks saddened because of your statement, “it is your right to hate her after what she did. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I will call her right away and tell her to apologise to you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll stay with Yoongi for now.”

“I see”, Taehyung gnaws on his lower lips, studying your features, “are you angry at me as well?” he asks hesitantly.

“I don’t know. It hurt to watch you kiss her and to know that you spent your days ruining yourself with her hurts me as well.”

“I understand. Oh my darling, I am so sorry”, Taehyung says, resting his chin on your arm. 

“I know, please just give me some time.”

“Are you certain? I would do anything.”

“Give her some time. You heard her, didn’t you?” Yoongi hisses at him, making him blink in surprise.

Taehyung straightens up, touching the side of his neck.

“Yes of course. I’m, ah, I’ll leave you to it then”, he says, stumbling to his feet, “I’m sorry again.”

And with that he leaves the room, closing the door on his way out. 

You lift your head, eyes locking with Yoongi’s. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks you.

You shrug your shoulders.

“If you want to go after him-”

“No”, you interrupt him, “no, I want to stay with you.”

“You do?”

You nod your head, scooting closer.

“You make me feel so good.”

“I do?”

“You do.” 

He lowers his eyes shyly.

“Mhm”, he hums, hugging you against him. Like this your chin is resting on his shoulder and he is able to run his fingers over your scalp. 

You settle against him, closing your eyes in contentment. You begin running your fingers through his hair, finding great relaxation in it. And as seconds turn into minutes, Yoongi’s soft purring fills your ears, lulling you into comforting tranquillity. You will be alright for as long as you have Yoongi to hug. You will be alright.

Taehyung stumbles down the stairs. His head pounds like crazy and his vision is blurry. He is so upset, but is way too high to have a physical reaction to it. How much did he drink? Did he really drain people to get high? Taehyung can barely remember anything which happened these past few days. All he remembers is this unbearable ache in his chest and then Fringella taking him against a desk violently and then his memories become blurry and messy.

Did Fringella truly insult you? And why would she insult you? You haven’t done anything that could anger her. Taehyung doesn’t understand why his friend would do such a terrible thing.

He stumbles out onto the road, crossing it without looking. Cars are honking at him, but he barely takes them in. He has to put distance between the apartment and him. He can’t bear the thought that you would rather stay with Yoongi than with him. Taehyung is too high to realise the irony in his feelings. His brain is too scrambled to come to the realisation that he did the same thing those past few days.

All he feels right now is the painful realisation that he is still alone and that his body is healing from the drugs rapidly. He can feel it beginning to happen. It starts in the tips of his toes and creeps up his legs. He quickens his steps. He wants to escape those feelings.

He doesn’t want to know that he is alone, that nothing will be like it was, that Jimin was still dead. Taehyung rubs at his eyes because they are burning unbearably. He can’t cry. If he starts now, his tears won’t ever stop again.

Taehyung stumbles to a stop. There is someone sitting on the bench he wanted to sit on. Dark hair, petite yet muscular body hued in sports clothes and a zoned out expression on their face. He knows that person. Jungkook. Taehyung feels flutters in his tummy. Jungkook is here. He is exactly who he needs right now. He will take the pain away again. Just like Fringella and the drugs did, Jungkook will make it all go away.

Taehyung hurries to him in big steps, calling out his name.

Jungkook doesn’t turn his head because he knows exactly who is calling him and he doesn’t want to see him. He balls his hands into fists, clenching his jaw. He wanted to take a run in the park to get his mind distracted, but then ended up sitting down on a random bench to be sad. He didn’t expect Taehyung to find him. His heart feels funny because of it. Hopeful. He hates that it does.

Taehyung sits down next to him.

“Kookie, hey”, he says, touching his thigh.

Jungkook turns a cold shoulder to Taehyung, pulling his legs away from him. Taehyung sinks into himself in sadness.

“Are you angry at me?” he asks him.

Jungkook scowls, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you giving me the silent treatment?”

Jungkook gets to his feet.

“Hey”, Taehyung stops him however, intertwining his fingers with him, “what did I do? Why are you acting that way?”

“You really have to ask?” Jungkook hisses, whipping around.

Taehyung looks at him with confused eyes. He nods his head.

“Please tell me, I want to fix this”, he says.

“I heard what you said to Yoongi.”

“What did I say to Yoongi?”

“That unlike us people, Fringella can control herself.”

“When did I say something of that sort?”

“Wow”, Jungkook scoffs, taking a step back, “thanks.”

“Hey Kook, hey”, Taehyung runs after him, rounding him, “hey”, he places his hands on Jungkook’s waist, “I have genuinely forgotten. I said and did a lot of things during that night and only a handful of them stayed in my memories.”

“So you weren’t yourself is that it?”

“Well, I definitely wasn’t completely myself, no”, Taehyung says and laughs shyly.

“Tzt”, Jungkook scoffs, pushing his hands away, “you’re such a cunt.”

Taehyung stops laughing, staring at Jungkook with widened eyes.

“Jungkook”, he whispers, “I don’t understand. I thought we were over that misplaced hatred.”

“Well, that was before I realised that you were nothing but lying to me.”

“Lying to you?” Taehyung gasps.

“Yeah. About how you feel about me. You told me that you don’t mind that I’m a Ripper, but clearly you despise us.”

“Despise you?” Taehyung has to laugh in disbelief.

“Are you mocking me?” Jungkook hisses, “do you think it’s funny?”

“What? Of course not. Hey Kook my dear, please don’t think that I am laughing at you.”

“Well, what else are you doing?”

“I am…” Taehyung falters, lets his eyes race over Jungkook’s features, “…nervous and scared and I feel embarrassed. That is why I’m laughing because I currently feel like dying in nervousness and I need something to diffuse all of that pressure in my chest.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook acknowledges him, looking to the side with his tongue in his cheek.

“My dear”, Taehyung whispers, stepping closer, “I don’t despise you. What I said to Yoongi, I only said to anger him and not for one second were you in my mind.”

“Well, I should have been because it was fucking shitty to hear you, you”, Jungkook’s eyes fill with tears, “talk like that about us.”

“I understand. I’m sorry. I wanted to anger Yoongi, but hurt you instead”, Taehyung says and cups Jungkook’s cheek. He dries his tears with soft touches, “I’m really sorry. I will refrain from making such comments from now on.”

“Yeah, okay”, Jungkook murmurs, avoiding eye contact.

Taehyung leans in and kisses his cheek. That makes Jungkook flinch back and then stare.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing your cheek.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to”, he smiles shyly, “you look very handsome today.”

Jungkook scoffs, but can’t stop his lips from curling into a tiny smile.

“Whatever”, he nudges his chest, “you’re not getting out of this so easily.”

“I’m not? Now tell me, what does my angel need to forgive me?” Taehyung coos, swaying their bodies from side to side.

“Shut up, don’t call me angel”, Jungkook complains in a giggle.

“No?” Taehyung snuggles into Jungkook’s neck, “what else should I call you then? Handsome? Mhm? Perhaps Mine?”

“Tickles. Don’t do that”, Jungkook complains, trying his worst job at fighting off Taehyung. On the contrary, he is pulling him closer, tilting his head to the side so Taehyung could drag his lips over his neck.

“Kookie, my dear please don’t be mad at me”, Taehyung coos, pulling Jungkook’s hips flush against his’.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat, his knees wobble.

Taehyung, who is picking up on that little change of his stance, lifts his head, locking his half-lidded eyes with Jungkook’s widened eyes.

He steps closer, looking at Jungkook's lips. The latter notices it instantly, wetting them with his tongue. His stomach is tingling like crazy. There it is again. That stupid, unbearable attraction. Jungkook feels short of breath because of it.

“May I kiss you?” Taehyung asks.

“Come closer and find out”, Jungkook answers him, closing his eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses Jungkook with overwhelming emotion. He pulls him close, grasps him, sighs his name. And he feels. He goddamn feels after days of numbness. And what he feels is nice. It is light, soft, warm. Jungkook makes him feel so good. The kind of good he hasn’t experienced in months. He is addicted to it. Desperate for it even.

He breaks the kiss to gasp for air. Jungkook does to same, breathing quickly with his eyes closed and his fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair. Their foreheads are touching. 

“You bit my lip”, Jungkook whispers, licking the little wound. It is healing already. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll heal.”

“Jungkook”, Taehyung whispers and rests his cheek on the younger vampire’s shoulder. He pulls his arm around his waist and tugs him closer, “Jungkook.”

Jungkook stumbles into him, shifting his head into a comfortable position so his chin is propped on Taehyung’s shoulder. 

Taehyung inhales deeply and exhales. He makes a sound as he does. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks quietly, rubbing little circles on the small of Taehyung’s back. 

“No”, Taehyung answers him in a barely there voice. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You know that you can, don’t you?”

Taehyung nods his head. He stubs Jungkook’s neck with his nose and breathes. In. A silent pause. Out. A little sound. It was filled with sadness.

“Are you coming down from the drugs?”

“Yes.”

“I get that. Why did you take so many?”

“I wanted to forget.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and pulls his arm tighter around Taehyung’s waist. He feels so frail and small in his hold. Not only physically but also emotionally. Jungkook thinks that if he wasn’t holding him right now, Taehyung would collapse under the weight of his broken heart. 

“Fredrick told us who came with you to those dances in the past”, he whispers.

Taehyung breathes. In. A long pause. Out. 

“Fuck”, Taehyung grows smaller, “fuck.”

He stumbles, now truly giving up under the pain.

“I’m here”, Jungkook says, wrapping his other arm around him as well, “I’m right here.”

“Holy fuck”, Taehyung presses out, twisting Jungkook’s shirt painfully.

“I'm here”, Jungkook says, swaying their bodies soothingly. 

“Do you want to go out again? Let us get high, just you and I”, Taehyung suggests with desperation in his voice. Please let me forget again, he says with the question. Please let me poison myself until my nerves are numb and I don’t feel anymore. I’m fucking begging you, don’t let me get back to reality.

“No”, Jungkook steps back and cups Taehyung’s face. The latter grasps for his waist desperately, begging for another hug. “No, let's not do that.”

“Please.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “it’s not good for you.”

“Please, I’m begging you.”

“Tae baby, I can’t do it. I could lose control.”

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and spills tears. 

Jungkook dries them gently and tilts Taehyung’s head to kiss his forehead.

Taehyung exhales shakily, closing his eyes. The kiss soothes him. It serves as a reminder that there was still tenderness in the world for him. 

Jungkook stays close, keeping his lips against Taehyung’s forehead as he speaks.

“I have a better idea.”

“What?” Taehyung whispers and so Jungkook whispers as well.

“Remember how you wanted to wash each other’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“My room has a huge bathtub. Let’s use it and fill it with really hot water and wash each other’s hair. You can pick out the playlist and we can share chocolate. Yeah?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah well, you stink so let's do it.”

The playfulness in Jungkook’s voice is enough to let Taehyung know that he was joking. So he laughs. It’s honest, but broken. Jungkook snickers, pressing another kiss to Taehyung’s forehead.

“I’m teasing", he says.

“I know”, Taehyung lifts his head, sniffling as he stares into Jungkook’s eyes, “I want to do that”, he confesses in a small voice. 

“Yeah? Then let's do that and after that we'll see what we can do. I could sing for you and touch your back, maybe I can even play with your hair. I know you like that”, Jungkook puts confidence in his voice. He knows that this is what Taehyung needs. Someone to take control of the situation and to tell him what to do because Taehyung has no fucking energy to control anything right now.

“I like that”, Taehyung whispers with relief in his voice. Finally he doesn’t have to decide anymore. He didn’t have to think for himself when he was Fringella. He was pushed and pulled from one numbing situation into the next. And it felt good to experience. He finally had someone else to dictate his every move because Taehyung felt overwhelmed by grief. He was scared of not being with her anymore, because it meant having to think again, not having someone to take control of his life and having to juggle his paralyzing grief and the weight of existing. But his fears were unnecessary. Jungkook will think for him. He will decide what is best for him. And Taehyung will take it gladly because he is so tired. Oh so goddamn tired of always having to think for himself.

“Come on, let’s go”, Jungkook speaks softly and drapes his arm around Taehyung’s waist, “we'll get you all cleaned up and comfy.”

“Yes. Comfy.”

Taehyung rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and closes his eyes, allowing the latter to guide him back to the apartment.

Taehyung is twisting the edge of a pillow, having his eyes closed. His skin is prickling. His senses are hazy. It feels nice. 

Jungkook is touching his back, playing with his hair and leaving kisses on his skin. 

Both their hair is damp, their torsos are bared. Jungkook gave Taehyung one of his briefs to wear. The bath was nice. Taehyung put trust in Jungkook to keep his head held high while his muscles refused to work. Jungkook did. He held his head as he rubbed shampoo into his dirty hair and let him rest on his shoulder as he cleaned him with warm water. Jungkook liked doing what he did. Normally he is always the one others need to take care of, so to be the one caring for another person for once felt nice to experience.

Jungkook stops singing, studying Taehyung’s wet cheeks. The latter is resting on his tummy, soaking the pillow cover in his silent tears.

“Are you still coming down?” Jungkook asks, drying Taehyung’s cheeks.

“No”, Taehyung croaks.

“Are you sad?”

“I don’t know.”

“Mhm, yeah sorry that was a stupid question. I'm here if you want to talk.”

“I miss him so much.”

“I can imagine.”

“I’m so tired.”

“You can sleep if you want to. I’ll snuggle you.”

“No”, Taehyung sounds scared.

“Why not? I bet it’ll do you good.”

“Whenever I try to sleep, I see him. I don’t want to see him, it hurts so much.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and hums in understanding. He concentrates his touch on Taehyung’s temple, hoping that it will bring him comfort. It does. 

“We went to this dance together for decades and now I can never take him there again. I truly can’t take him because he is gone forever.”

He sobs softly. 

Jungkook leans down and kisses his cheek repeatedly, hoping that it will soothe him. 

“Why does this have to be my reality? Why can’t I wake up?” Taehyung asks without expecting answers. He knows that there are none. Life is cruel and it does things for its own fucked up, twisted entertainment. That’s the answer. Life is fucking cruel. 

“I want to wake up. Please tell me that I’m dreaming. I don’t want this to be real”, he begs. 

“I’m sorry, Tae”, Jungkook whispers, hugging him as best as the position allows him to. He is now resting on his tummy as well, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“You have to stay, please tell me that you’ll stay.”

“Of course I’ll stay. Don’t worry about that.”

“I’m so scared of losing more people. I can’t lose more. I lost so much and I can’t bear to-”

“You won’t lose more people”, Jungkook interrupts him and kisses his runny nose, “I’ll stay and the others will stay. I promise.”

“No. No, they won’t. I, I messed up.”

“Messed up?”

“___ will choose Yoongi and I will be forgotten and, and I can’t even blame her because I treated her terribly lately.”

“Hey”, Jungkook speaks softly, burying his hand deep in Taehyung locks. He pulls softly, giving his scalp a grounding massage, “stop that.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook. He can feel his minty breath swirl over his face as he talks.

“Yeah, I gotta admit you acted like a fucking dick lately and it was kinda shitty of you to kiss Fringella today, especially because she was such a bitch to ___, but-”

“I didn’t know”, Taehyung interrupts him, “you have to believe me, oh god please.”

“I’m sure she knows that too and she just needs some time to get over what happened. Please don’t think that she’s pulling away. Something shitty happened to her and she needs to stomach it.”

“She is so angry at me.”

“And she is very forgiving”, Jungkook says, “I promise you. She was really angry at me for what I did to you in the prison and she forgave me too.”

“You truly think so?”

“I do. Just give her time.”

Taehyung nods his head and lets out the saddest sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to love her like I did in the past, but I can’t”, Taehyung confesses, feeling his eyes tear up, “I’m in so much pain. Everything is so exhausting. I can’t treat her like I did and it hurts me so much, because I know that it hurts her. She pretends that it doesn’t for my sake, but I know her. I hurt her and, and I want to fix it, but I can’t because…because I’m so exhausted. Why am I this way? Why do I have to hurt her?”

“Don’t think that way”, Jungkook soothes him, “___ knows why you are acting different and she understands and she still loves you, trust me.”

“But she shouldn’t have to. I, I should be able to love her like I did in the past. I want to love her like I did in the past. Why am I so fucking wrong?”

“Stop”, Jungkook says, “don’t say that.”

“I want to go back in time.”

Jungkook silences Taehyung with a kiss. Taehyung exhales shakily, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. His thoughts don’t sound so loud anymore. He concentrates on Jungkook’s fingers twisting his hair and on his tongue swiping over his lower lip. It aches when he pulls back for air. It aches because Taehyung wants more. He needs to have more. Every time they touch, he doesn’t hurt anymore.

“Don’t talk like that, Tae”, Jungkook whispers, but Taehyung can’t hear him. All he needs is another kiss.

“More”, he begs like an addict being stolen of his drug.

Jungkook runs his thumb over Taehyung’s cheek. Their gazes meet. Taehyung’s eyes are deep red, his cheeks are covered in black veins. He looks desperate and broken, crying silent tears. Jungkook knows that look. This is the look of a hurting vampire who found the one thing which makes the pain easier to bear.

“Please can you kiss me again?” Taehyung pleads.

“Com’ere”, Jungkook breathes and pulls Taehyung close.

They have sex that day. It feels good. Taehyung tells Jungkook that he loves him once they’re finished and they share a blanket. Jungkook knows that he doesn’t actually mean it because he is too confused to know what he feels. He accepts it with a smile nonetheless and holds Taehyung as he finally sleeps.

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I’d Give You My Lungs So You Could Breathe (I’ve Got You, Brother) [CH3]

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summary:

Danny Fenton was adopted at age ten, with little to no memories about his former family. At age fourteen, he died yet lived and those memories began to return. He didn’t do anything about those memories – didn’t plan to, at least not yet – but then he got captured by the GIW, saved by his friends and someone who might be his sister who he only somewhat remembered, and taken to Gotham to, apparently, his biological father for safety until further notice.

Team Phantom was there, too, and they did not sign up for this family drama.

a/n:

“ch3 will be up in a few days,” i said, like a lying liar who lies. i meant to!!! but then i sort of forgot and then got distracted by another fic i’m in the middle of writing mlmao oops. so i won’t promise or say when ch4 will be up, bc this was the last of my already written chapters from ao3 & my update schedule is of the 'when i can and want to' variety. hope u guys on tumblr enjoy this chapter!! :)

warnings for the entire fic:

canon-typical violence of the DC variety; angst; memory loss/repressed memories; do i need to say major character death(s) or is that just a given for this fandom; questionable parenting tho every parent is trying to do good & care for the kids; implied/referenced past child abuse bc of the child assassin backgrounds; pls tell me if i missed something

CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: blood; stressed teenagers; athanasia has a borderline panic attack; vivisection is mentioned again but only once if i remember right; implied animal death but in the past & it’s like 1 paragraph

CHAPTER THREE —

The secret, new headquarters of the Ghost Investigation Ward was in upstate New York. The Wayne Manor was in Gotham City, New Jersey. The travel from Point A to Point B was about three hours and forty minutes long – a much longer drive than any of them wanted. But with Manson’s magic, the van stayed invisible to the human eye and Wesley was able to speed down the roads without cops chasing after them, cutting down the travel time immensely.

Still, it was a risk.

But stopping some place before they got to Gotham was also a risk. One Athanasia refused to take.

Maybe if Ra’s al Ghul hadn’t been there, would she allow them to stop at a roadside motel or something. But he was there. He had been in the room where they were operating on Danny. Mother had one of her servants save Danny from death eight years ago to get him out of the League, allowing Grandfather to believe he was dead, but now he knew.

And Athanasia wasn’t going to let that man get anywhere near close to her twin brother again. So, they weren’t going to stop until they made it to Wayne Manor.

The others weren’t happy about it. She didn’t care.

Of course, that didn’t mean she was happy about it, either.

Believe her, she wanted to stop sooner. She wanted to get to a place where they could properly take care of Danny’s injuries, and give him what he needed to heal, and take those damn power repressing cuffs off. All they could do was make sure the bandages on his chest stayed put and kept too much blood from bleeding out, and made sure that he didn’t die on the way to the manor, which was more difficult than Athanasia would like, seeing as though, as Phantom, he didn’t have a heartbeat.

Eventually, they got the cuffs off. It took a while, and it was mostly done by Foley and Gray, because Athanasia was busy bandaging her own wounds with the limited supplies in the van, and Manson was focused on keeping the van invisible while Wesley drove. They succeeded, though. Once both cuffs were off, a ring of light appeared around him and with a flash he had black hair again, and green blood turned red.

His healing factor didn’t kick in.

“What do you mean he isn’t healing?” Wesley asked, worried, when Foley informed them. “He should be.”

“I don’t know,” Foley said, tone unsure and worried.

“But he has a heartbeat now, right?” asked Athanasia. She kept her eyes on her thigh as she bandaged a wound on there. It wasn’t the best, and she didn’t have anything to clean the wound with, but it would have to do for now.

Gray replied, “Yeah. He’s got one.”

“Okay. Good.” It was the only thing she could get herself to say. The possibility of still being too late to save him, even with him now away from the GIW and LoA, put a restrictive weight on her chest. It lessened with Gray’s affirmation, but not much.

They made it to Gotham in just under two hours and fifteen minutes.

Athanasia only got a split second glimpse of the city’s poorly lit up welcome sign with how fast Wesley continued to drive. Truly a speed demon; he didn’t even slow down when they got into the city’s limits.

As they crossed one intersection, a car with goons hanging out of the windows holding guns sped through it behind them, with what looked to be Red Robin and Spoiler on motorcycles on their tail. Three cops sped through right after. Gun shots rang out as they disappeared behind a building.

“Watch out for vigilantes,” she said. “It’s around the time most start coming out.”

Wesley shook his head. “I can’t imagine having more than one vigilante.”

Gray pointedly cleared her throat.

“I can’t imagine having more than two vigilantes.”

She hummed. “Forget about me again and see what happens.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Athanasia laughed quietly to herself. It wasn’t quiet enough, because he still heard and gave her the stink eye. It was hardly intimidating

Foley hissing made her look into the back seats. He was shaking his left hand, expression a grimace of pain, as he hurriedly passed the vial of liquid Athanasia had taken from the IV to Gray. Gray took it just as fast, twisting the lid back on.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Athanasia asked.

“They were putting that in his system?” The grimace turned into panic when she nodded. “Oh, that’s not good. That is so not good. That has blood blossoms in it.”

“What?!” Gray exclaimed. “That can kill him!”

Athanasia shifted so she sat sideways in the front seat. “What are blood blossoms?” Her eyes flicked to Danny – his chest slowly rose up and down – and then back to Foley.

“They can kill ghosts,” Wesley said gravely.

Foley explained, “They’re a blood red flower, have purple stems – humans can eat them. But for ghosts, they cause extreme pain and make them go powerless. Exposed to enough of it, they die. To people like me and Sam, who aren’t ghosts but have been exposed to ectoplasm for years, it just burns us. Like we touched a hot stove, or something.” He motioned to the vial. “That just felt like bee sting for me, but to Danny? It probably feels like he’s being slowly burned from the inside out.”

“It sounds like they made an oil from blood blossoms and diluted it until it wasn’t so strong,” Gray said.

“Strong enough to render him powerless, but weak enough to not kill him after long exposure,” Athanasia said, and the two of them nodded.

“Sounds like it.”

“That may be why he isn’t healing fast like he should,” Wesley suggested.

Foley cursed again. “This is so not good. We need to get it out of his system, like, yesterday.”

“How do we do that?”

Silence stretched between them.

Athanasia’s brows furrowed, incredulous and frustrated. And scared. “You don’t know?” she demanded.

“It– It’s never been in his bloodstream before!” Foley defended. “He’s only been near the flowers, so we just…moved him away from them. Or them from him. This is… We’ve never dealt with this before!”

“But you should have at least had a contingency plan for this,” she bit back. “Oils from flowers and plants are common!”

“We never thought the GIW would be smart enough for that!”

“Well, you should have!”

“Hey!” Gray shouted over them, “Enough! This isn’t helping Danny. Let’s just get to your dad’s place, yeah?”

Athanasia turned back around without another word. The movement pulled at her injuries, maybe even reopened the wound on her side, but she ignored them as she got out her communicator.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

“The device you are using to block the signals…” she started.

“I already said no,” Foley muttered, tone clipped. “It’s blocking his ecto-signature, too. I’m not risking unblocking it just so you can make a call.”

“You didn’t risk stopping, Ana,” Wesley said before she could respond. “Let us not risk this.”

There was a tightness in her throat that had been building up for the last ten minutes. It kept her from speaking; if she wanted to or even had a response, she couldn’t say it. She worked her jaw, ignoring the stinging in her eyes.

One brother was behind her near death, with a large incision that needed to be stitched. Her other brother was out in the city fighting crime, who knows in what type of danger in the crime capital of America.

She just wanted to know that at least one of them was okay.

It was as they went through another intersection, barely making it through a green light, when she noticed an unmistakable large, black shadow swing from one side of the road to the next.

“Stop the van,” she choked out.

“But–”

“Stop the van!”

Wesley slammed on the breaks. The ones in the back went tumbling, and she heard Manson let out a curse, concentration on the van’s invisibility broken after over two hours.

Athanasia got out of the van as fast as possible. She raced to the other side of the road and climbed skillfully up the fire escape on the side of a building. As she got to the roof, she spotted the figure speaking to another – red and black – in the shadows.

“Batman!”

Both figures turned. She dimly registered that the person Batman had been speaking to was Red Hood.

“Yes? What is it?” Batman questioned as he stepped forward.

Red Hood followed. The way his helmet tilted a little told her he recognized her. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Athanasia made it halfway across the roof before she faltered. Her father was…an imposing man. If she hadn’t grown up in the place she did, she would probably be fearful of him because of it. Instead it just caught her off guard. Seeing him in person, up close, was…

Well. Unexpected.

She blinked and forced herself to stay on track. To not get distracted. She stopped a few or so feet away, wary to get too close. “We need your help,” she started off with. “My…acquaintances and I – we have someone who needs medical attention that only the Batcave will be able to provide for, and I need you to take us there.”

“The Batcave,” he repeated.

“Yes. A regular hospital is out of the question.” Her eyes flickered around the roof. Something wasn’t right. “I would take him there myself but I do not know where it is.”

What wasn’t right?

“I have no idea who you are. You aren’t authorized to go to the Batcave.”

“You would make an exception for us.”

“You sound sure.”

“Because I am. Just help us help him!”

“Who is ‘him’?”

“B, I don’t think it’s time for an interrogation right now,” Red Hood said.

“My…” Athanasia stilled. She knew what wasn’t right. Her entire body tensed. “Where’s Robin?”

Her father’s posture changed. Right; Batman was protective of Robin.

But as his older sister, so was she.

“Out,” he said. “Listen, you’re injured, and I understand you need help but–”

“What do you mean ‘out’? As in patrolling? Out of town? Country? Earth itself?”

Red Hood took a step towards her. “Whoa, kid, relax. It’s okay–”

“Where Robin is isn’t your business–”

Red Hood muttered a curse.

“Not my business?” she seethed. “Knowing where he is, is most definitely my business. I am not asking for dental records – it’s a simple answer to a simple question.”

“I–”

“My twin brother is dying in the backseat of a van, and my little brother is not by our father’s side like I thought he would be, so please just tell me where he is so I know at least one of them will be okay! I–”

“Hey! Hey,” Red Hood interrupted. “Robin is okay! He’s okay, alright? I promise. He twisted his ankle pretty badly the other night and the old man benched him until it’s healed. That’s all. You can breathe, kid.”

“I am.” Barely. It felt like she had been running for hours. She was out of breath; her intake of air had increased in the past few minutes. Her throat was back to being tight, but so was her chest, this time.

“Yes, you are, but your breathing is too fast,” Red Hood said. “You need to slow down–”

“There is no time to slow down!” she shouted. Her feet moved backwards when Red Hood tried to come closer to her. “I had the GPS taking us to the manor, but it’s worse off than we thought, and I would take him to the Batcave if I knew where it was–”

“How many of you are there?”

Athanasia blinked rapidly. Out of surprise, not because she was about to cry. She snapped her eyes back up to her father. “What?”

“You said you had acquaintances with you. How many?” He was doing something on his gauntlet, a hologram-like screen faintly glowing above it. She tried to make out the words backwards but gave up pretty quickly.

“Six in total,” she said. “Myself included. They do not know your identity.”

He hummed. “Are all of you injured?”

“Except for one, my– our getaway driver. Danny is the worst off.”

“Hard to believe, you’re pretty banged up yourself, kid,” Red Hood muttered, with a small motion to her entire body.

“They vivisected him.” The words hadn’t meant to come out, but they did.

Batman and Red Hood stilled.

The latter sucked in a breath of air. “Jesus.”

“The Batmobile is on its way,” her father tensely informed her. He stalked forward, and she was expecting him to walk passed her so she was thoroughly surprised when he stopped in front of her. He raised a hand and her body tensed for another time that night. She didn’t know what she was else expecting, but it wasn’t a comforting hold on her shoulder; it wasn’t a comforting tone and assurance. “Your brother is okay. Your twin is going to be okay.”

Athanasia stared at the hand on her shoulder. It took a second or two to finally tear her gaze from it, and look at her father’s cowl covered face instead.

“I promise.”

+++

The sound of footsteps gradually becoming louder alerted him that someone was about to disrupt his peace.

“Hey, I’m going to bed.”

Peace officially disrupted.

Damian looked up from his sketchbook long enough to spot Duke Thomas poking his head into the living room, before focusing back on the drawing he was working on. “Okay.”

“And Bruce wanted me to remind you to finish your homework if you haven’t already.”

He sighed. “I have.”

“And Alf says no sweets if you have any snacks.”

“Okay,” he said, annoyance seeping through.

“And they both say not to stay up too late or walk too much on your ankle–”

“Leave me be and rest your empty skull on the warm side of your pillow before I stab this pencil through your jugular.”

Thomas snickered. It occurred to him, then, that the older teen had continued on to annoy him on purpose. It worked. That annoyed Damian even more.

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving,” Thomas said through another chuckle. “Goodnight, Damian!” he called as he walked off.

He huffed. “Goodnight.”

Duke Thomas was Father’s newest addition to his ever growing brood. The older boy wasn’t adopted (at least, not yet), only fostered. His parents were still alive – just victims of Joker Venom. They found a cure, although it wasn’t instantaneous, so Elaine and Doug Thomas were slowly healing and recovering with the help of professionals while their son stayed here.

Damian was sort of surprised he was still here. He had an uncle he could go to, and who he did visit often, but he had chose to stay. Not that Damian wanted him to go – he actually didn’t mind Thomas that much anymore. He liked to think they got along well, even if sometimes the atmosphere was awkward, or when they deliberately annoyed one another.

Recently when the two either merely existed in the same room doing nothing, or ventured into the city out of boredom, Drake tagged along. Or was the one to drive them around. It had been tense at first. It was less so, now. Damian truly didn’t know how to feel about it.

He stopped drawing and stared at the page. He erased a few lines that didn’t look right and grabbed his phone, unlocking it to study the reference picture he was using. Just as he was about to put it down, his phone vibrated with a text.

It was from Drake – in the groupchat he made that included himself, Damian, and Duke. Damian tried to leave it multiple times only for Drake to add him back every single time.

drake

hey

evrrhthing ok at the manor??

thomas

yeah

i’m about to go to bed, damian is sketching in the living room & alfred is in the basement

why

is something wrong?

drake

idk but b is heading back

w jason

neither have have said a word they wont answer

thomas

that’s sus

you guys have only been gone for what?? 45 min at least

drake

yea

barbara cant even get ahold of them

hey little d

bat brat

u sure ur ok

Damian rolled his eyes. Drake was almost as bad as Father and Richard when it came to hovering if he got hurt, the buffoon simply showed it differently. He only twisted his ankle; nothing major.

And if his back had been hurting him the past week, nobody had to know.

…Except for Pennyworth and Richard. They knew of the metal in his spine and the damaged nerves, and so he told them when the sharp aches and pains kept coming back.

Alfred insisted it was just a few nerves growing back.

Damian focused back to the groupchat. Drake had resorted to spamming it because he took too long to respond. Obnoxious plebeian.

He took a picture of his legs covered by the blanket he was using. One knee was propped up to angle his sketch book right, while the other was stretched out as his injured ankle rested on a small pillow. Alfred the cat was fast asleep, curled into a circle, on the arm of the couch, while Titus made himself small enough to lay on the couch beside his outstretched leg. He sent the picture with nothing else. Drake stopped his spamming and liked it while Thomas sent another text asking what Damian was drawing.

With that, he put his phone down – only for it to start vibrating repeatedly. A phone call.

He somewhat expected it to be Drake, but still wasn’t that surprised to see it was Father, instead.

“Father?” Damian answered the call. “Drake said you were heading back. With Todd.”

“Yes.” Father’s voice was rough, but in a distinct way that Damian knew it wasn’t his Batman voice. In the background he heard the rumble of the Batmobile. “We are. And we have some company with us.”

His brows lowered. “Is everything okay?”

Silence.

Damian sat up and tucked his foot under his other leg’s thigh. Titus shifted, getting off of the couch to lay on the floor instead. “Father?” Carefully, he closed his sketchbook and set it on the coffee table.

Thomas decided to walk back in, at that moment. “Hey, I…” He trailed off when he saw that Damian was on the phone. “Is that Bruce?”

“Father, is–”

“Do you have an older sister?”

Damian froze. He even stopped breathing for a second. Did he know? If he did, how? Was it Mother, was she in Gotham? Did she tell Father? Athanasia told him not to tell him or anyone else, and he hadn’t. Why was he asking this? Were they okay?

“Yes,” he said slowly. “Cassandra–”

“I’m not talking about by adoption, son,” Father interrupted. “Biologically, do you have a sister? Or even a brother?”

He involuntarily sucked in sharply. If Father heard it, he didn’t make any indication that he did.

“She would be around Tim’s age, seventeen or eighteen. Five foot eight, ten at most. She mentioned a twin brother.”

Damian kept his eyes on Titus. He ignored Thomas stepping further into the living room to stand near the couch. “I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “She said not to.”

“Who? Talia?”

“No.”

“Your sister.” Damian stayed quiet. “Why?”

“I don’t– do not…” How was he supposed to answer that? He had no idea why Athanasia told him not to tell Father, but Damian refused to break the promise he made her. Yes, he wanted to tell Father – all the time, so badly – but it was the last thing Athanasia asked of him. Even the idea of breaking that promise felt wrong. Even now, even though he somehow knew. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and hated how childlike he sounded.

“…It’s not your fault, chum. We will be at the Cave soon. If– when,” he corrected, “you come down, put on a mask. They have acquaintances who don’t know our secret identities.”

“Yes, sir. Are they okay?”

Father didn’t immediately respond. It sent warning bells through his mind. “We’re about to be at the cave.”

“Wait, Father–”

The call ended.

Damian let out a huff of frustration. He went to call him back, but stopped.

Athanasia was in Gotham. She went to Father for help. Did that mean she called him on the League communicator and he missed it? Did he? It sounded like she needed help, they both did, and he…

Damian vaulted off of the couch. Thomas shouted after him, but he ignored him and the pain in his ankle as ran through the halls and up the stairs to his room. He took the communicator out from its hiding spot under his mattress.

Nothing. No calls or messages. Not a single thing.

Why did she go to Father and not him?

Damian sent a message. It didn’t go through, just like the past hundreds of times. He tried a call, it did the same thing.

“Damian! Don’t run away like that, man, you’re gonna hurt your ankle more,” Thomas reprimanded as he finally caught up. “I’m sorta responsible for you right now, and I don’t feel like getting Alfred’s disappointed look because you’re running around.”

The words went through one ear and out the other.

He cursed in Arabic and tossed the device onto his bed. He snatched an emergency mask from a drawer of his bedside table, and left the room.

“Damian,” shouted Thomas. “Seriously, dude!”

“If you follow me to the Batcave, put on a mask,” Damian said. “We have guests.”

Whatever his foster brother’s response was, Damian didn’t hear it. He rushed down the stairs, simultaneously putting on his mask, and then ran to the study where the clock was. Standing on his toes, he moved the clock’s hands to the correct time and squeezed through before the secret door opened all the way.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs, he slowed. A cacophony of noise grew as he got further into the cave. He stopped on the last step and just stared.

Whatever he had been expecting, it was not a group of injured teenagers talking over each other to his father and the family’s grandfather of a butler. Todd stood a few feet away from the group, back to Damian. He seemed to be merely watching the scene unfold.

“We’ve taken care of him before, we know how to do stitches!” a girl with short black hair shouted. “This isn’t new to–”

“He’s not– you need to let us help,” a black kid argued. “We know what to do for him–”

“I have already seen it!” And there’s Athanasia. “It is not a pretty sight, I know, but I can help–”

“None of you are in shape to help Penny-One,” Batman tried to speak over them.

“I am!” Another girl. She held a red and black helmet in her arms that matched a vigilante-like suit she wore. “Please, just let us–”

“We’re his friends! Please–”

“We– Well, I don’t but they do – they know what to do,” a red headed boy said. “He’s different, you’ll need their–”

A sharp whistle cut through the air, so sudden even Damian flinched. As did Thomas, who appeared at his side the instant it happened.

Everyone quieted immediately, eyes falling to Jason Todd. The helmet was off, but a red domino still covered his eyes.

“Everyone shut up or else it will be too late for anyone to help anybody,” the young man snapped, “Let Penny-One do what he does on a regular basis. I promise, he knows what he is doing, and has seen his fair share of bad injuries between the eerily large brood he cares for. Even if he did need help, it would not be from any of you. Like Batman said, none of you are the right shape to help – either from exhaustion or injuries or both, each one of you looks like shit. So sit your asses down, let the professional do his job, and take a breather.”

No one said a word. No one moved.

“Thank you, Red Hood,” Pennyworth said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a patient to care for.” He ducked behind a curtain he and Father were guarding. Damian wasn’t able to get a glimpse of the person behind it.

In the back of his mind, he knew who it was. It didn’t dissuade his worry.

Father stared down the teenagers.

The girl with short black hair and gothic clothes glared harshly back at him. Angry, she spun around with a scoff and stomped over to a chair, a palm on her forehead the entire way.

“Sam,” the black boy called after her and followed. They quietly began talking to each other.

The girl in the red and black suit and the redhead boy glanced at each other. The former shrugged helplessly, and the latter frowned in response, looking away.

Damian finally looked – truly looked – at Athanasia. Todd was right: she looked like shit; they all did. But his big sister had the most blood on her, and a green substance on her hands and right side that had a too close resemblance to Lazarus Pit water. She had numerous injuries that were bandaged hastily, but not enough for all of the blood to be hers. It looked as if she tried to scratch some of it off on the few areas of exposed skin, only for it to not work. Her black hair was in a ponytail that had once been neat; now, curly strands were loose and framing her face, and the ponytail itself was unkempt.

The others didn’t look that much better. Except for the redhead. He just looked stressed and exhausted and worried.

Damian shifted a foot forward, then back to its original spot.

He didn’t know what to do. Say her name? Simply walk up? Run back upstairs? He didn’t want to make a scene, but he also wanted to go up to his sister.

He spotted Ace laying down near the bat-computer. Silently, decision abruptly made, he moved in that direction.

Thomas cleared his throat. “Um… B?”

Damian stopped, freezing behind Todd. He looked over to Thomas and glared. The older teen didn’t acknowledge him other than a split second glance.

“D– Signal? What are you doing down here?”

Todd shifted. Damian moved with him. He turned his head slowly and sent Damian a suspicious side eye.

“Oh, uh… Red Robin contacted us – said you were coming back here. I just want to make sure you don’t need any help,” said Thomas.

Todd reached behind him with the hand that wasn’t holding his helmet, and aimed for Damian. He pinched Todd’s wrist when it got close enough, making him hiss in pain.

“We might– Hood?”

Todd shook his hand. “Sorry. Bug bit me.”

Father continued speaking with Thomas, who walked further into the Cave.

“Brat,” Todd hissed under his breath.

Damian didn’t deign him a response. Once it was clear everyone else was distracted, he continued his way to the bat-computer in the shadows. When he got there, he crawled underneath the desk. Ace moved to lay his head in Damian’s lap.

His hiding spot didn’t stay hidden for long, though.

Someone silently walked over. Then, they crouched down and slotted their body next to his under the desk.

“Did Todd tell you where I am?” he asked. It came out more petulant than he intended.

“No. I saw you when you first came down.”

“Tt.” Damian muttered, “…You smell vile.”

Athanasia hummed. “And you are still short.”

There was a shakiness to her voice he didn’t like. It kept him from automatically responding with another insult.

He turned his head to look at her again.

Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular. Her breathing was a bit too fast for comfort, sort of choppy too. Tension lined her entire body.

“Stretch out your legs,” he said quietly.

She eyed him in question. He motioned for her to hurry up. Hesitant, she eventually did it. Then, he wasted no time in ordering Ace to lay on her legs.

Athanasia sucked in sharply. Her hands lifted to her chest. “Dames–”

“You won’t hurt him,” he interrupted. “He won’t hurt you.”

He was aware of why she was so hesitant – almost afraid, even. She tried to hide it from him, but League trainers had forced her to slaughter animals. Those same trainers did that to him a couple times, too, after she left. Apparently it was to make them stronger and better assassins. Less prone to weaknesses.

He wondered if Dányál had to go through that. If Mother knew.

Damian didn’t think she did, but…

Athanasia kept her hands to her chest.

“So, you found him?” Damian asked. He kept his voice low, and scooted closer to her.

She nodded. “Yes. He is… He will be okay,” she said, keeping her voice low like he did. “I apologize for taking so long.”

Damian didn’t know how to respond to that. It made a flicker of anger from in his chest. She was sorry for being gone for so long, but not for leaving?

“…He isn’t a clone?” was his next question.

“No.” Her arm lifted, and for once he let her pull him into her side in a hug. He wasn’t big on touch, and Athanasia wasn’t either, but she was definitely more tactile than he was in some ways. From what he remembered, she and Dányál had hugged a lot.

“Are you positive?” His mind flashed to Heretic. He held back a wince, twisting until his back was into her side and her arm wrapped around his chest. He had to bend his knees so he could fit all the way under the desk.

“Yes.”

“You made sure of it?”

Athanasia stayed quiet for a moment. He felt her eyes on the top of his head. “I did,” she said. “Penny-One is aiding our brother. Not a clone, or a shapeshifter, or anyone else. Dányál.” She paused. “I intended on going to the manor instead. Then, I saw our father, and demanded he take us here.”

“Why the manor?”

“I did not know where the cave was.”

Damian stared at his knees.

There was no way.

Did he hear that right? It was jarring. He grew up thinking his big sister knew everything.

How did she not know this?

“Athanasia,” he whispered.

“What?”

“The Batcave is below the manor,” he told her in Arabic.

For seven seconds (yes, he counted) Athanasia didn’t say anything. Then, “It is what?!” she hissed in a harsh whisper.

Damian felt a laugh coming up, and did his best to keep it quiet. His shoulders still shook. “You didn’t know?”

“No,” she muttered. “Thank you making me feel stupid.”

“My pleasure. I will be sure to do it again.”

She huffed a small, wet laugh. “Brat.” Her arm wrapped around the front of his chest more, and her hand gripped his shoulder. A second later, he felt her place a kiss on the crown of his head.

Damian couldn’t help but grip her arm back. One hand on her forearm, the other on her bicep. He pressed his knees closer to his body.

“I missed you,” he whispered through the lump in his throat.

She sniffled, and whispered back into his hair, “I missed you, too.”

A blanket of silence fell over them. Damian heard Father speaking to the others, his voice overlapping with Thomas’ and one of Athanasia’s acquaintances. Footsteps softly echoed as they all moved about near the medbay. They should probably go over there soon.

Damian didn’t want to. For the first time in four years it was just him and his big sister, hiding under a desk that was reminiscent of them hiding in an alcove back in the League just to spend time together. It hardly felt real. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared this was just some sort of dream.

“Can we stay here for a little bit longer?”

Her arm tightened around him again. “Absolutely.”

+++

It took a good while for someone to come look for them, which surprised Damian, but he was relieved and thankful no one came sooner. He wasn’t about to complain about the silent one-on-one time squished underneath the desk, uncomfortable as it was.

It also gave them time to stop any tears they let loose.

He eventually moved out from under her arm, and sat beside her. It took a bit of time. Damian wanted to say it was because he was done with the physical touch, that he let go. The truth of the matter was that he had to force himself to, to mentally talk himself into doing it. It was irrational, but he was scared that the moment he let go she would leave him again.

That didn’t happen. She didn’t get up and leave, or disappear, or anything of the sort. She stayed right beside him.

As he scratched Ace behind the ears, Athanasia merely watched. She kept her hands away from the dog. When he moved to lay down across both of their laps, she stiffened until he stilled, arms crossed over her stomach.

That was how they were found.

The large boots and bottom of a black cape were unmistakable.

Father crouched down, the half of his face that wasn’t covered by the cowl betraying nothing. It made Damian want to squirm. Was he mad? That he kept Athanasia and Dányál a secret?

“You two weren’t easy to find,” he said. He sounded more like Bruce Wayne than Batman. It was comforting, in a way. “Your friends got worried when they didn’t see you around.”

“Acquaintances,” she corrected. “And I am fine, I have no idea why they would worry.”

Damian gave her an incredulous look. “You’re covered in blood.”

“A lot of it does not belong to me.”

“Mostly yours or not, your injuries still need to be taken care of,” Father said. “The Wes kid said you weren’t able to clean them properly.”

Athanasia’s face did something quick and complicated that Damian couldn’t decipher. Her mouth settled into an annoyed frown before he could really question it. “Of course he did,” she muttered.

“And you, chum, need to get off the ground and prop your ankle up,” Father said. The man, with gentle hands, inspected the aforementioned ankle. “With ice. The swelling is worse again. Did you run on it?”

He didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to admit he ran, either.

“…Maybe.”

“Hn.” Father stood. The joints of his knees popping and a quiet groan didn’t go unnoticed. “Come on out. Let’s get you both some medical attention. Ace, get up, boy. Up.”

The German Shepherd did as told.

“I didn’t do anything to it,” Damian grumbled as he scooted out and pulled himself to his feet with the help of Father’s hand. Putting weight on his ankle definitely hurt worse than it had before, though…

“It won’t hurt to check.”

Athanasia came out from under the desk next. As she stood, also with the help of Father, he noticed she seemed to be in more pain than when he first entered the cave. That made sense; the adrenaline had to have worn off by now, allowing the pain finally register.

Once she was steady on her feet, she stepped a little away from Father. “Thank you,” she said. “For bringing us here.”

“Of course,” Father said. “If you need to stay here, you can. I will even open up the manor to you and your fr– acquaintances. Whatever aids you the best and keeps you safe from whatever you’re running from.”

She nodded once. Her eyes, glassy with tears, blinked rapidly, and she turned to head to the empty medical cots.

Damian watched her, exhausted and hurting, then looked to the curtain hiding away Pennyworth and Dányál.

He tore his eyes away and hurried to follow.

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[BSTS] Ran Crane Game 4* Card Story

taiga pov

chapter 1 -game centre-

ran: Thanks for coming here today, Nee-chan. I love arcades~ They’re so excitin’! I wanted to ask ya to help me out with somethin’. I wasn’t expectin’ a third wheel to be here though.

taiga: Who are you calling a third wheel? If anything you’re the one that’s third wheeling in a place like this.

ran: I’m here cause there’s a prize in one of the crane games that I reaaally want to win. I’ve already tried gettin’ it a bunch of times but I kept failin’. But with Nee-chan here supportin’ me, I feel like I’ll finally be able to get it!

saki: I see, so that’s what’s going on. I’ll support you with all my might.

taiga: Hm~? Aren’t you just admitting that you suck at crane games? Continuing to play cause you think you’ll surely get it on the next attempt is playing right into the staffs hands y’know.

ran: The third wheel is criticisin’ me!

taiga: It’s not criticism. It’s the truth.

ran: Oh really? In that case if I end up winnin’ the prize first you’re the one that’s gonna look super lame, Taiga.

taiga: Yeah, in the one in a million chance that happens, sure.

ran: Ya never know, I might just beat those odds. I’ll show ya that I can win somethin’ before ya! Alright, let’s go, Nee-chan!

-ran runs over to the crane games with saki-

ran: (frowns) Hey so, Taiga does seem like he’s really good at these games doesn’t he? I know, how about we play some other games to fire ourselves up first? What should we play~? I want it to be somethin’ I can play together with you~

saki: That sounds like fun, what can we play together?

ran: What about that rhythm game? It’s perfect for a super cool performer like me don’t ya think? Look it can have two players too, it’ll be more fun playin’ it together.

saki: I’ll do my best!

-time pass-

ran: The adrenaline is flowin’ now! That was super fun~ Let’s try that game over there too, Nee-chan!

saki: Sounds good, let’s go!

-time pass-

ran: Arcades really are a blast~ Even more so with you here.

saki: We played a lot of different games didn’t we?

ran: …Ah! I totally forgot, I challenged Taiga to a competition didn’t I? Let’s head to the crane games next, the most thrillin’ event of the day will begin!

-

chapter 2 -game centre-

ran: There it is! Look look, Nee-chan! That octopus plush!

saki: Aww, it’s so fluffy and cute!

ran: I know right~ That’s the plush that I want, today it will be mine!

saki: Good luck!

ran: Yeah, the battle is on!

-ran starts playing the crane game-

ran: Hell yeah, I got it! Now it just needs to— Wahh!

saki: You almost had it too… How annoying!

ran: I’m not givin’ up yet, one more attempt!

-time pass-

ran: And another!

-time pass-

ran: Argh! Again!

-time pass-

ran: …Sigh. I still couldn’t get it. However! Today I’m a new man, I have my secret weapon here with me! Nee-chan, it’s time for your appearance!

saki: Huh? Me?

ran: I’ll leave the assist to you! Look in from the side of the machine and tell me when the crane’s in the perfect position!

saki: Got it, I’ll try my best to assist you!

ran: Alright! I’ll pull myself together and try once more~! Ok, tell me when to stop movin’ the crane…!

saki: Ok…!

ran: First I need to move it across.

saki: A little further… Ah, there! Please stop it there!

ran: Roger! Next is the depth.

saki: Right there is perfect!

ran: Hell yeah, thanks a bunch. It’s right above the plush, I’m sendin’ the claw down!

saki: Yay, it grabbed it!

ran: Your placement was spot on after all! C’mon, c’mon, now it just has to hold on…!

-cg

ran: Aaarghhh…! It was so close~!

saki: How unfortunate…

ran: In the end I still couldn’t win you huh, octopus.

-cg gone

ran: Sorry to disappoint, Nee-chan. Even though ya tried to help me out. I still had heaps of fun playing the games here with ya though!

saki: I had fun too! You’re not going to try the crane game anymore?

ran: …Nah, I’m good.

saki: But you really wanted that cute plush didn’t you?

ran: Well yeah, it’s also pretty cute, but there’s an even cuter smile right in front of me. I’ve already gotten to see what I wanted. I won the battle but lost the war, as the saying goes!

—end

#bsts translation #bsts ran #bsts taiga

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Found these. 

F*cked by Natalie Knight (twin brothers x sister)

Warren and Ryker. My delinquent twin brothers from hell.

Our father caught them setting the high school athletic center ablaze and sent them away to rot in jail for six years.

But being locked away did nothing to curb their appetite for sin and debauchery.

Now they’re back with a new agenda—fuck, torment, teach—with one thing on their minds: making up for lost time with their spoiled little sister.

Me.

Obsessions: Part 1 by Lily Black (father x daughter)

I wasn’t supposed to crave him, but I do.The more I try to resist, the more my desire grows.One night changes everything because now he wants me too.What we’re doing is sick, twisted, and wrong,but like addicts, we chase the high,but how long until we fall?

Obsessions: Part 2 by Lily Black (father x daughter)

I swore to protect her from the day she was born,and I intend to keep that promise.What we have is wrong in the eyes of many,but I haven’t felt anything this right in my life.But secrets have a way of getting out.Ours could destroy us both.But if the choice is her or walking away,I’ll choose her every fucking time.And God help anyone who stands in my way.

Crooked Cove by Rory Ireland (brother x sister)

Our parents sent me away because they’re terrified that I’ll corrupt their only daughter.They should be.I’ve returned for summertime on the cove.My restraint is hanging by a thread.All it takes is one taste and I’m hooked.I’m the monster under her bed and her saving grace all rolled into one.And I’ll stop at nothing to claim what’s mine.

And Hell Followed by Beckett Riley (brother x sister)

My parents thought emigrating from Germany to the American frontier was going to be a good thing. But it seems that a darkness is doomed to follow us wherever we go and life can be so harsh and unforgiving in this world, especially for a woman.

Luckily, I have my brother, Thomas, to watch out for me. He can only do so much, though, and after that vile attack, I find myself shrouded in darkness more than ever. It was then I realized that festering gloom came from within.

Although society won’t take kindly to it, we have forsaken God to live an unholy life, and just as things finally began to calm down, the past reared its ugly head and came back to destroy everything we’ve built.

But as Thomas once told me, I would ride my steed through the fires of hell to salvage the only thing worth living for, and if the devil himself gets in my way, he will beg God for mercy.

Stolen Kisses and Secret Promises by Rue Seven (brother x sister)

My sweet Kielyr, we were far too young to understand why our parents decided to go separate ways and keep us apart for so many years. Luckily, we found our way back to each other. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined to hold and kiss you like this, to feel this ever-growing love for you. I’m lucky that I get to call you my love, my girl, my everything, my forever.

From the day we finally met, I promised to protect you. To never let anything happen to you, and to be there for you every second of every day, no matter the circumstances. I also promised to love you no matter what. No matter who’d find out about us, and I like to think that I’ve been able to keep our love protected for longer than we had ever expected. I’ve kept all those promises—and will continue to—but there was one day in our lives I hope to never relive ever again.

That day shattered me. It broke my heart to see you in so much pain, and even when you say to leave it all in the past, I still think back and wonder what I could’ve done to avoid it all. To save you from that cruelty. Sweet girl, you are so incredibly strong, and even after everything you’ve been through, your light still shines bright.

I spend every day admiring your kindness, gentleness, and selflessness.You’re truly one of a kind, and I’m forever thankful for your love. I will love you until infinity runs out. Yours always, Rellian.

Love Unexpected by Q.B. Tyler (stepfather x step daughter)

I’d only wanted one kiss.

One kiss, under the dark of night, in a city where no one knew us.

One kiss fueled by my hormones and alcohol and the blinding grief over losing my mother.

One kiss from the man I told myself was untouchable.

But, it didn’t stop at one kiss.

And now we are running full speed down a road with no intention of stopping.

His touch disarms me.His kiss revives me.But, our love, could destroy me.

Love’s Forbidden Flower by Diane Rinella (brother x sister)

The heart cares not what society forbids.

Lily nurtures a secret love for a flawless man—the one who is her soul mate. Donovan is gorgeous, charismatic, and delights in all of Lily’s talents and quirks. Their innate knowledge of each other is almost telepathic. Together they interlock like fine threads creating luxurious silk.

But society dictates this picture-perfect adoration is the ghastliest of all possibilities.

As Lily embarks on a quest for the romance the heavens intended, her suitor turns reluctant. Desperate to uncover why Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hiding decayed from a tender-hearted gentleman into a ferociously self-serving, cocky bastard, Lily is prepared for battle when it comes to the salvation of her soul mate. However, Donovan traps Lily in a mental game of chess, leaving her to question his sanity. When Lily’s revelations about Donovan’s destructive alter ego lead to an inconceivable truth, can she help Donovan survive fate’s cruel joke?

Time’s Forbidden Flower by Diane Rinella part 2 (brother x sister)

An eternity of passion cannot be quelled by society.

Once upon a time Donovan assured Lily all of her dreams would come true. But how could he keep the promise of a fairy tale when her truest goals could not involve him, though her deepest desires did? Now, Lily has it all—love, passion, a family, and the career of her dreams—with Christopher. But something is lacking. She and Donovan have spent the last ten years living apart, and the soul mates are eager to reunite. Can Donovan keep his promise to give Lily all she desires, even with Christopher in the way?

For Lily and Donovan, the past is a mirror to the future that cannot be shattered.

Donovan is convinced Lily has been his love for all eternity. Determined to unravel the past, they embark on a journey to discover where it all began. For centuries Donovan has stolen Lily’s heart while forced to suffer for his love. How much can a soul endure before the breaking point is reached and a monster emerges? Can the demons of the past be combated to pave the way for happiness in the next life? Or has the abuse suffered in this life already turned Donovan hell bound? Time and again, one woman has destroyed their happiness. It’s time to silence her once and for all.

Off Limits by Astra Rose (step father x step daughter)

Have you ever wanted something you just couldn’t have?

When her mother abandons her, Danica Holland doesn’t want to reach out to her ex-stepfather for help–even though he’s always been the one and only parent she could rely on. But when Social Services intervenes on her behalf, he rushes in with open arms…and broad shoulders, strong hands, and that cleft in his chin that drives women wild.

For Danica, life with Jean-Luc Rochat was always safe and secure. But after a year apart and a lot of growing up, things don’t feel so straightforward anymore. For example: Jean-Luc was always loving and protective, but was he also always…this hot?

While Jean-Luc struggles to resist his inappropriate fixation on his stepdaughter and be the parent she needs, Danica realizes that she can’t settle for anything less than the one man she truly loves–even if he is the one man she can never have.

PIKE: St. Charles Hockey Volume 1 by A. Briar (twincest)

PIKEDevil Incarnate. My fraternal twin brother is back in town and he is hellbent on making my life literal hell.

RHYSDaddy’s Princess. My fraternal twin sister. She’s never lived a day in hell, but I’m here to change that and I’ll be holding her hand as we walk through the fiery gates.

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