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Changing One's Tune (15)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word Count: 3.6K

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That damn thing was there to torture you, wasn’t it?

Wild eyes narrowed, tail swishing as your ears twitched from the ticking sound… The big numbers staring right into your very soul—Ugh! Can time move any slower?!

Whining, you slumped further onto the carpet ground—You spent nearly all of December with the boy’s family, having come back into the city just last night. Although it was quite nerve wrecking, you managed to let your guard down more. It felt like a big weight has been lifted and for the first time, you’ve felt… Free.

And that’s exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about your Christmas gift—Today being the day you’ll finally receive it.

The only problem? It was still too early, and the appointment wasn’t until another hour as you glared at Yoongi’s new wall-clock, watching the third handle tick by. A snicker fallin’ from your delicate lips seeing the clock was in the shape of a familiar record design, exactly the one Hoseok gifted him. During that time, while he smiled, you knew Yoongi was secretly too excited about hanging it up—Your guess was correct, considering that was the first thing he did when coming home.

Normally, right now, you’d be sleeping next to the man in question while transformed… Dozing off in a ball of fur as your tail smacked his face—But how could you sleep in a time like this? Knowing this was the exact day you’ll get adopted, officially! The thought had you squealing in delight, rolling on the ground with your favorite blanket. Feline eyes darting out the window to see the first morning sunrise, snowflakes lightly flyin’ in the wind.

Winter was still ongoing, but not as strong… Remembering two days ago Taehyung skipping in excitement among the snow when seeing a few purple crocus sprouting, the tiger hybrid telling of a tale how it was a sign of good-luck. The flower ‘celebrating the coming forth of springtime’ and how it represented ‘new beginnings’. You didn’t even have the heart to prevent him from plucking the flowers as he made a small crocus crown for the both of you.

Sighing, your attention flew back to the clock—What the hell? You jumped in pure shock seeing how it was well past an hour. A tightness building up in your throat, fearing that maybe it was too late to make it for the appointment. What if it was…

No.

Nothing was going to stop yourself from getting adopted today by Yoongi—There are some people that complain about adoption for hybrids, you hear them whispering among themselves whenever going out with Yoongi as they point at your proudly-displayed collar. But they don’t understand… In this world, you can’t just be a stray-hybrid.

You’d need an owner... Friend, to live the freedom a hybrid can live without the fear of being sheltered or worse.

Shaking your head, a smile broke out when yelping as you slipped in the hallway before getting right back up and bursting into Yoongi’s room—It was dark and although harder to see without your night vision, it was nearly impossible to miss the big lump on the bed that snored softly.

So, you pounced.

“Yoongi… Yoongi, wake up!” You shouted, nudging the man as a groan escaped from underneath the covers as you continuously jumped on Yoongi. Frowning at the nonexistent movement, you tried pullin’ the blankets away only for a squeal to leave your lips. A rough shake practically pushing you off the bed with a huff—Alright… That’s it!

Peeking up from the other side as you sat on the floor, anyone would’ve expected the bed to catch fire at the harsh glare you were giving when needing to climb back up. “Yoongi,” You hissed, pulling at the blanket once more as Yoongi’s face showed, his facial expression scrunching at the lost of warmth. Calculating, you smirked almost evilly when soft jet-black hair had gracefully fallen upon his forehead.

Tail flickering in mischief, you grabbed a handful and yanked… Yoongi cussing and hissing in a faint whisper, eyes immediately snapping open with an icy-glare before softening to see you and not one of the guys he believed—Then again, if he saw Jungkook, Yoongi doesn’t think he’d even be able to say no… Kick him, yes, but not no.

“And what do you think your doing kitten?” Yoongi grumbled, voice coming off in a low and hoarse tone, a shiver running down your spine and tail standing puffy/tall in alarm at the affect that was going through you. Ears perking with a slight twitch feeling a lazy, but innocent gesture of his hand resting on your leg—Your eyes widen, this was new, weird, and… something else.

“A-Adoption… Adoption day,” You muttered, feeling the sudden confidence lessen as your face felt extremely hot… Tail instinctively reaching over to hide your bashful expression. The sight had Yoongi confused for a split second, only to scramble up in a sitting position when realizing what was said.

“Oh shit! What time is it—”

“Yah Yoongi, we just let ourselves in. Are you almost ready to—” A new presence broke into the room, attention turning to see Seokjin standing at the entrance of the bedroom door… Water spilling from his mouth like a waterfall—From his perspective, it might’ve appeared like Yoongi, and you were in a compromising potion from how his hand was lazily draped on your leg and unconsciously slidin’ to your thigh during the movement. The fluffy covers being the one to cover the true aspect of the position you both were closed-in.

It sure didn’t help the fact that your face was red as a freshly-bloomed rose, or how Yoongi’s hair was a bed-mess.

“Sorry!!”

Embarrassment filled within, gaping in pure horror while Yoongi was still half-asleep to fully comprehend what was going on that had Seokjin slamming the bedroom door. Although an idea slowly started forming once argument was heard outside, the doorknob rattling as if they were fighting to open it or not.

“I just want to see Y/N—” Jungkook whined, the other hybrid boys whimpering in response… The bunny hybrid, surprisingly, being stronger than all seven of them combined as he practically burst through the room. Each hybrid tripping over one another as they fell to the ground, Namjoon hesitantly peeking inside as well only to instantly turn to leave with a nope seeing your position. “Ugh, Y/N are you—Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!”

“Listen, it’s not what you perverts think!” Yoongi shouted, lightbulb finally going off on what everyone seemed embarrassed about. Jimin snickering, a sly smirk gracing his handsome features while Taehyung looked in clueless confusion… Hoseok didn’t waste time to run out with apologies fallin’ like a marathon. Though Jungkook stared with mixed emotions from confusion, embarrassment, to apologetic and finally devious.

“Hyung! How dare you take advantage of our Y/N like this? Shame on you,” Jungkook spat, grinning when Jimin burst out laughin’ as the fox slapped his back in a fit. The bunny hybrid tutting, jumping to his feet and rushing to lift you off the bed, dashing out as he went to tell the others. Yoongi complaining to himself how wrong they were, huffing as he slumped against his dashboard.

“You know Yoongi, if you wanted to play,” Jimin teased, showing off his canines… Crawling on the bed in a sinful manner as he tilted Yoongi’s head up by the chin with an evil glint. Red-fox tail swaying around them in a captivating way for a predator about to attack their prey. “We’ve always have operation… I’ll be the doctor.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shoving Jimin off the bed as the fox landed with a thump. Jimin’s laugh echoing throughout the silent room causing Taehyung to giggle at his contagious personality, despite not knowing what was going on still. “Get out so I can get dressed.”

“Don’t get shy now. We’ve all seen you—”

“Jimin, I swear to fuckin’ god!!”

A transformed tiger and fox practically threw themselves out the room, barreling into each other as objects flew out in the hall—Yips, yelps, growls, and howls being heard all around as the ones in the living flinched knowing Yoongi got to them.

You were actually here; You couldn’t believe it… Eyes widening in delight seeing the hybrid shelter sign. Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at your excitement, fixing your jacket and bucket hat to make the other hybrids inside more comfortable—Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok bundled up already, gaining the stamp of approval from Seokjin that the four were good to head inside.

“Alright, alright. I’m good!” You insisted, smiling and jumping out of their grasp in a sprint, catching up with the rest of the boys—However, it turned out to be a huge mistake going forward.

Staggering back, you winced, letting out a caterwaul from all the different exotic scents that hit your nose in full force. A hand slapping over your face… God, it felt like you wanted to vomit at the intensity. Pathetic whimpers escaped, tears forming as everything became a blurry mess—How did all the pack of hybrids handle this here?!

A gentle hand touched your lower back, the action making you flinch and tense.

“Shh… It’s okay,” Yoongi—His voice immediately cutting through the fog, an arm draping over your shoulder that brought you closer. The music producer not caring about the tickle against his chin that your ears were doing, waiting patiently for you to calm down before making sudden movements. Your nose twitching, inhaling Yoongi’s familiar cologne and vanilla scent. “What happened? You were just excited two seconds ago kitten.”

“Shut up,” You muttered, a shaky laugh bubbling out at the teasing tone—Yoongi had known exactly what happened… He’s experienced it multiple times with Jungkook. But rather than discussing it, Yoongi did what was a normal occurrence to show he cared and formed the situation into a joking manner. Wishing to ease your discomfort, he took off his black mask and adjusted it on yourself.

The filtered-cloth didn’t get rid of the smells completely but dimmed it enough were it was tolerable, helping your overwhelmed state. Namjoon—with such a gentleness—instructing for you to take a couple of deep breaths.

Wild green eyes, that were glowin’ slightly, snapped open to see Jungkook in a similar situation. The tall-bunny practically buried in Hoseok’s hair, cotton tail rustling among his oversized t-shit with the sound of feet thumping against the floor—Hoseok’s scent being the only one strong enough to keep Jungkook sane… Everyone else, except you, had a too strong of cologne, pheromones, or just had a flowery scent that he hated.

Yoongi led you toward the front desk, where no one was in sight, and rang the bell. Your tail flickering in an anxious manner as a woman (Finally) came out from the back with a clipboard.

“Good morning! How can I help you?” She smiled, nearly stunned to see about eight of you waiting in the lobby—Her eyes widening at Jungkook’s trembling form… Instinctively rummaging through the drawers and handing Seokjin a brand-new facial mask for the bunny. Something that was always kept handy in case hybrids were sensitive to smells.

The sight had you awing—You could practically feel a “mother’s caring nature” vibe from this woman.

“We’re here to see Sujin… We have a meeting with him,” Yoongi explained, the lady humming in understanding, not minding the near cold exterior he was unconsciously giving. Her fingers going straight to work, the computer granting access to the much-needed information.

“Ah yes, here we are! For Mr. and Mrs. Min…” She trailed; snickers being heard in the background that caused Yoongi to turn with a glare—The guys straightened as they tried to act casual, shaking shoulders giving them away, along with their mischievous smiles twitchin’ to break out. “Sujin will be with you all soon! He’s currently finishing up with a couple that came in earlier… Lovely people, so sad what happened to them.”

Frowning, everyone cocked their heads to the side at the extra comment—Curiosity filling them on what had happened. Although before the guys could question it, a door opened, your ears perking underneath the hat… You recognized that scent, yes, he was at the hospital!

“Ah. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin! It’s good to see you three again, along with your hybrids,” Sujin greeted, smiling warmly with a shake of their hands. Although, you’ve noticed the man taking one glance at you in suspicion before gesturing everyone to follow—Yet one step in his office had you wincing, Yoongi staring at you in concern before hesitantly giving Sujin his attention.

There was a certain smell in the air… Something that had you wanting to hide, but it was mixed with other scents that you couldn’t recognize it—Maybe you were just overthinking, after all, there are a ton of predator hybrids here.

A windshield laugh had you snapping back to reality, finding Seokjin red in the face from whatever Sujin said. They were making small talk… The sight had you scrunching up your nose—Either a dumb or brilliant idea came to mind, gently tugging for Yoongi’s attention as you excused yourself for the “bathroom”.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly got up as the guys continued and left through a door that wasn’t entered before. Eyes widening seeing the long hallway that had multiple doors, but with a wider one at the end.

Something inside wanted you to explore, but another was whispering how this wasn’t a good idea and to go sit back in the safety length of the guys—You can guess what side won, your feline instincts forcing you to walk toward the door… It helped that the closer you got, the more hybrid scents seem to fade.

You don’t know what you expected, but it sure wasn’t to find hybrids on either side of glass panels—Hamsters, bunnies, sugar gliders, and so on… All going about in a playful manner, some hanging out inside or running back and forth through the open doors that lead outside.

Despite them in the Rodentia and Leporids family, you stiffened when all their attention was directed at you with calculating eyes—They knew what kind of hybrid you were, but something about how tense you were didn’t seem to scare them. Most felines walked like the world was their kingdom, but you appeared as if you’ve barely belonged on the runway. It was an odd sight for them to say the least.

Coughing, you straightened up and headed to the next room—The Felidae family…

“Well aren’t you cute,” A voice broke the silent walk, grabbing your attention to see a cougar hybrid. A grin upon her face and tail swishing in nothing but mischief… She was older than you and came off like a big sister than anything. “Are you lost?”

“No. I’m waiting for my…” You hesitantly trailed, flickin’ your collar as the hybrid seemed to understand with a nod. Not at all resentful that you had someone to leave with. In fact, the feline seemed to relax in almost a relief that you weren’t wandering around by yourself—That’s where it started, not being long until the cougar had you laughing, giving stories on the multiple pranks she pulled until Yoongi came for you.

“Darlin’ look! A lost little kitty-cat.”

Your whole body turned to stone, eyes widening as you stopped breathing for a moment. The cougar hybrid sensed your distress and change of mood… Eyes narrowing and growlin’ behind you—No… Please no… Please.

…” I’m sorry if you don’t mind us asking. That lady earlier had mentioned you were with a couple earlier—What happened to them?” Namjoon questioned, calming the boys down as Sujin eyes sadden. The shelter owner giving a tight smile as he looked anywhere but at them.

“Oh them… It hurts thinking about it, but about a year ago, this lovely couple actually lost their hybrid—Apparently there was an incident in their neighborhood and hybrid poachers broke into their home. The couple fought tooth and nail to protect their little one but… God, it’s awful evening thinking about it. The two barely were able to step in here, unsure if they were even ready to reminisce and care for another hybrid,” Sujin muttered, shaking his head to rid of the horrid images that currently ran through his mind. The story had Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin shaking, while the other three guys stared with a solemn expression. “…I pray that Y/N is at least resting in peace.”

Yoongi’s head snapped up, jumping out of his chair as it fell to the ground from the sheer force—Sujin’s eyes widening seeing an odd look upon his face… On everyone’s faces.

“What was their hybrid’s name again?”

Everything felt like slow motion for you, scrambling and slipping across the hallway floor as hybrids noticed your fearful state—Their calls as they all banged on the glass panel were mute to your ears, the pounding of your heart being the only music that was actually heard.

You’ve barged into the last door, coming face-to-face with multiple canines that jumped to their feet at your sudden entrance. Their curious eyes watching you twist around, shrugging off as much layers you could to free your tail and ears. It felt like you couldn’t breathe!

“Here kitty-kitty~ We’ve been so worried about you…”

…” Hurry the hell up!!” Yoongi shouted; fist clenched in pure white as Sujin frantically pulled up a file on his computer as the four hybrids glared at him with a predatory glint.

“I can’t control the speed of the internet!!” Sujin snapped, slamming the monitor in stupid hopes that it would speed up the loading process as it tried retrieving the information that was filled out for the last client as they did a background search. Eyes darting away from the computer screen in sheer worry hearing faint barking, roars, and growls in the background—Every hybrid starting a sudden ruckus.

“That’s it! I’m heading—”

“There!! It’s done—It says that Mr. and Mrs. Hyun owned a feline hybrid (black) that went missing around a year ago on a rainy day. Her name was…”

“Y/N! How we missed you… Now, why don’t you be a good little thing and come home—Oh? What’s this…?” A sickeningly chuckle rang throughout the room, your back against the glass as you sat on the ground in pure terror. Wild eyes staring up at the couple that was a mere inch away (Collar reflecting in the light), banging heard all around as each hybrid tried to break through to defend you. “A collar? You’ve got to be kiddin’.”

“Don’t worry, I know the perfect remedy that will take care of that,” The man sneered, body shaking as you saw the woman open her purse—Your face paled… She was holding a noose like a leash, hand instinctively reaching for your throat in a protective manner.

Then… You screamed, a bloody curdling scream that had the hybrid’s eyes turning into slits as they all transformed—Animal instincts running through their veins and throwing their bodies against the barrier between them, glass starting to slowly crack.

You’ve kicked, clawed, and reached for something to sink your teeth in as you fought to at least transform—It’ll help in multiple ways to bend for an escape… You were, in fact, faster on all fours.

“Nope! We can’t have that now, can we,” A giggle sounded, stepping on your wrist as her heels dug into your skin that had you hissing, already recognizing the signs of what was planned. Your eyes squeezing shut, teeth grinding together in hopes that this was a horrible nightmare.

“Y-You’re not real… You’re not—”

“Oh… Sorry to disappoint, but we are very much real,” They both said in sync, your breath hitching as one of their nasty fingers unclipped your collar to throw across the room—The familiar texture of rope touching your skin replacing the empty space. Although before they had the chance to tighten it like you knew they would… A screech and hiss was heard, their presence disappearing that had you snapping your eyes open.

“Do. Not. Fuckin’. Touch. Her,” Yoongi growled, shoving your old abuser against the wall with a tight grasp upon his shirt—Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung transformed, all three corning the fearful woman as they showed off their sharp canines while Jungkook simply cracked his knuckles.

Sujin ran off to call security while Namjoon and Seokjin rushed to your aid… Only to back up when you screamed and flinched at their touch as if they just burnt your delicate skin.

Trauma is personal… It does not just disappear.

It’s forever engraved into the depths of your soul.

But…

Yoongi shoved the bastered into the open arms of security, glaring until the two were out of sight until whimpers and screams finally reached his ears. Turning around as Yoongi softened seeing the state you were in, curled up on the floor with the noose still around your neck.

When someone hears the screams.

Entering the pain of torture with a delicate hand…

Can the healing begin.

“Kitten…?” Yoongi whispered unsurely, crouching right next to your form as the crying stopped… Body freezing in place. Your eyes snapped up and through the blurriness you could see the familiar colors of him. The sight had you tearing up once more when Yoongi, with a softness, removed the rope around you—

“Yoongi!! I-I was…” You hiccupped, throwing yourself into his awaiting arms with a soft. Yoongi combing his fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words and humming, placing a gentle kiss among your temples.

And that’s… That is when you can truly be free from the dark past that haunts you.

“I know… I know. It’s okay,” Yoongi hushed, rockin’ you back and forth.

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Welcome to the fifteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! It's been a while... So I decided to add a little angst to the mix. The past resurfaces, but sometimes you need to face it to properly heal.

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are very much appreciated if you enjoy the story, its always exciting to know that you like my writing and gives me more motivation to update faster!

See you all soon, Stay Gold! <3

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sergeant-spoons · 2 years

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9. Schtick

Judy Hartmann

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The following morning brought a flurry of a firefight. The 506th eked out a victory with the assistance of their allies in the 2nd Armored (read: tanks), holding off the Germans' attempted pushback toward Carentan. The morning came and went and Easy Company left the ridge in the early afternoon, returning to the town to establish their occupation. Some of the privates and sergeants supposed among friends that they'd be out of France in a week. They'd conquered their final target location in the Normandy advance, after all, where was there to go now? But they stayed in and held Carentan through the end of June, and as the days became hotter, the bugs multiplied, and the grasses grew unshorn by spitting bullets, even letters from home didn't offer much recreation. Still, they hadn't seen combat in weeks (save for a few minor skirmishes) and the supply trucks were regular and well-stocked. Few complained.

While Judy spent most of her time on patrol or volunteering for a few hours of the watch with a buddy, Lottie had cemented herself as a recognizable fixture in the aid station. She worked tirelessly, only emerging for meals and sometimes not even then, to learn all she could from the medics. It was a sort of accelerated course of their own training, and though it was not ideal, it was authentic and effective. She already possessed an array of useful skills from her service in the Army Nurse Corps, and that helped, but the involvement of a combat medic was far more in-depth than a hospital nurse. In the initial attack on Carentan, she'd seen combat, followed Doc Roe, and experienced the demands of her new position by aiding Sergeant Lipton after a nasty attack from a tank shell burst. These days, her duties were mostly of the check-up kind, such as examining Captain Winters' well-healing leg wound or tweezing a splinter out of an unlucky Private van Klinken's elbow.

Judy winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah." Lottie wrinkled up her nose. "It was a big one, too. Big for a splinter, at least."

"Bet he didn't even flinch when you pulled it out."

"Nope. He was too busy laughin' at this joke I told—ya know, the one about the seagulls and the slimy rock?"

"Yeah," Judy giggled, "I know that one."

"Well, I'll tell it again. So there's these two seagulls, sittin' on the pier, and one of 'em goes, 'Betcha can't fly to that rock over there without fallin' right off!' and the other seagull goes, 'Hah! You're on!' So they race to the rock..."

Doc Roe poked his head out the door and offered Lottie a wet rag. Judy was confused until Lottie thanked the medic, accepted the rag, and began to sponge the blood off her hands as best she could. She hardly bothered to look at her fingers, animatedly conveying the joke. Judy had heard it before, but when it came to Lottie, every wisecrack, witticism, or wearisome pun was just as funny the second, third, and even fourth time she told it.

"...and if the first seagull had just looked a little longer, he woulda seen it wasn't no rock at all!"

Laughing, the sisters did not notice the posse approaching from the other side of the street until they were just about upon them.

"Uh oh," Lottie said, dropping her voice, "that's a fun lookin' bunch. You ever seen so many fellas with a stick up their ass?"

Judy snorted. The man at the forefront of the group (evidently their leader) snorted right back, and her smile fell.

"What's your problem?" Lottie asked, moving to stand beside her sister.

The man sneered.

"The name's Gregory," he said, "Gregory Shicks. Fox Company."

"'Morning, Private Shicks."

"Corporal Shicks," he corrected fiercely. "I ain’t no private.”

"... Right. 'Morning, Corporal Shicks."

Judy extended her hand to shake, but Shicks crossed his arms instead. His glare was so persistent Judy started to wonder if he'd blinked just then or if she'd imagined it in the hopes that he'd be an inquirer of the friendly sort (or neutral, she'd take neutral).

"Sergeant Hartmann, Easy Company," she introduced herself regardless, "and this is my sister-"

"We know who ya are," he snapped. "We heard 'bout your little couplet-"

Judy shared a look of amused apathy with Lottie.

"-and we don't like it one bit. One Hartmann broad was bad enough—now, two, that's two too many."

"Hey, good for you," Lottie exclaimed, brightening up, "ya counted all the way to two!"

A member of the antagonistic pack snickered. He was quickly reprimanded with a smack to the head and ducked, embarrassed. Judy pursed her lips, hiding a smile.

"You better don't got no third sister waitin' in the wings," Shicks menaced, but the grin on Lottie's face all but erased any heft the threat was meant to possess.

"What is this: three strikes and you're out?" Lottie barked a laugh, tucking her thumbs nonchalantly into her jacket where she'd tied it around her waist. "This ain't baseball, jackass. So what if we do got a third sister? And a fourth? Whatcha gonna do? Beat our asses?"

Shicks opened his mouth like he was about to agree, then hesitated, glancing back to find his fellow dimwits shifting uncomfortably on their feet and muttering amongst themselves. He squared himself, apparently deciding he needed to set the example for the group, and stalked forward, heaving an aggressive step that was clearly meant to frighten the girls into jumping back toward the aid station. Neither moved.

"We're at war, little lady," Shicks sneered, and his cronies nodded, matching his scorn.

Lottie's jaw dropped low, her eyebrows shot up high, and her eyes widened like the saucers Judy's mother kept displayed in the kitchen, uselessly collecting dust for reasons her daughter could never comprehend.

"Sonuvabitch!" she yelped. "Are we really?" Turning to Judy (who was doing her best to stifle righteous laughter), she maintained her exaggerated sarcasm, crying out, "I never knew!"

"That's right!" Shicks howled, falsely predicting triumph. "So go home, missy, ya don't-"

"You think I'm scared o' you?" Lottie's laughter was gone, her smile switched to a glare so fast it gave even Judy whiplash. "You'd cry like a baby if you tried to do some o' the things I done."

"I wouldn't- you snarky little-"

"Let's go back in time a bit, yeah? Long ago in the year of our Lord 1941-"

"Otherwise known as three years ago," Judy chimed in for the benefit of the gaping cretins in the audience.

"-and let me tell ya, it's the feistiest January I ever saw. There's a storm comin', a bad one, what we up on the Cape call a Nor'easter."

"You can't just- shut up-"

Shicks' fumbling protests only fueled the fire that was Lottie's indignation.

"I took this tiny lil' sloop out in that gustin' Nor'easter when even the goddamn Coast Guard told me to stay put on dry land. Saved ten guys from three swamped fishin' boats apiece, counted 'em myself as soon as we got 'em all safe on the snowy docks."

Judy, smiling with pride, nodded along with her sister's story. Shicks seemed to have forgotten he could stalk away at any moment, swinging his broad shoulders and pretending his ego was still intact. Two of his party had already left; their departure satisfied Lottie but went unnoticed by their comrades.

"Schtick, wasn't it?" Lottie snorted. "Funny little man with his funny little friends." She nodded dismissively over his shoulder. "Take your schtick and go show it to somebody who cares, you funny little stupid man."

Shicks was positively fuming. The best part of watching him stew was seeing how he couldn't do anything about it. He wasn't about to punch her (though his balled fists indicated he would have had she presented herself as a man) and he was so enraged and humiliated and confused (and slightly enamored, if the fluttering of his eyes and paradoxical faint-yet-heavy breathing were any signs) that the power of coherent speech seemed to have left him entirely. Judy snickered, but Shicks did not turn to her as she expected, just kept staring at Lottie. Two of the men behind him shared an uncomfortable look. Another soldier behind the pair looked thoroughly apologetic and kept licking his lips like he wanted to speak up. He did not get the chance before Bill Guarnere stormed on over, slinging verbal punches, accompanied by an equally peeved Joe Toye and Chuck Grant, and he along with the rest of Shicks' men made a shameful, speedy retreat.

"Aww, c'mon, fellas." Lottie frowned half-heartedly at the three Easy men as they berated the fleeing Fox hecklers. "I almost got 'em to say sorry."

Guarnere laughed and tried to ruffle her hair, but she ducked, flicking her rag at him in disapproval.

"Sorry, Junior."

Judy raised her hand. "Friendly reminder: I am the younger one."

Lottie tipped her head at Judy, acknowledging, before continuing her lighthearted chiding, "And I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"We know," Grant agreed, rolling up his sleeves to the elbows for no particular reason. "We just didn't think they deserved the dignity of a dressing-down by you."

Judy shared a look with Toye, who was standing beside her, his hands clasped behind his back. They glanced between Grant and Lottie and looked at each other again, amused and intrigued.

That's new.

Toye leaned down toward Judy's ear, and she tilted her head toward the opposite shoulder ever-so-innocently to hear his whisper.

"Ten bucks he's smitten with her by the end of the summer."

Judy stifled a laugh in her hand.

"Nah. Give it two weeks."

Toye smirked.

"You're on."

Judy looked down at her wrists as she folded up the cuffs of her shirt, hiding the widening of her smile. She had a good feeling she'd win; after all, she'd seen something Toye hadn't. The night after they took the town, just before the stand-off on the ridge, Grant was the one who'd fallen asleep on Lottie's shoulder. Judy looked to him now and saw he was still looking at Lottie, though she'd turned to answer Toye's question about her escapades on the high seas.

"-so yeah, I took the sloop out all by myself and I got 'em all back in."

"How many?"

"Thirty," Judy supplied.

"Holy shit." Guarnere gave a low whistle. "That's a big fuckin' number."

"Well, uh, two o' the boats had nine fellas 'stead o' ten," Lottie corrected with a bashful shrug, biting back a smile to see the respect the three men already held for her visibly growing in their eyes.

"Twenty-eight men." Toye shook his head slowly, turning the number over in his head. "Jesus."

"Twenty-seven," Lottie amended, her smile fading slightly. "One o' the guys fell in, hit his head on a rock 'fore any of us could get him out."

The friends fell silent for a moment. Guarnere cleared his throat.

"Still, twenty-seven ain't too shabby."

"And you said the Coast Guard wouldn't even go out?" Grant asked, and Judy quirked a brow at Guarnere. When her Philadelphian friend shrugged, she realized the three men had been listening in for longer than either she or Lottie had realized. They'd let Lottie tell off Shicks all she wanted, only stepping in when they saw everyone—including Shicks—knew Lottie had indubitably triumphed. Judy smiled, and a glance at her cheery sister affirmed Lottie had come to the same conclusion.

"They wouldn't go out," Lottie affirmed, "not one of 'em. And they told me I couldn't, but I did, and they got so embarrassed they let me enlist the very next day."

"Ain't that somethin'?" Guarnere grinned. "Junior was in the service before any of us."

"I'd been pushin' them to let me join for years," Lottie admitted. "My Dad's been a Coastie long as I can remember. He taught me everything I know 'bout the ocean and workin' on it."

"He must be an excellent sailor, then."

Lottie grinned at Grant. "He sure is. He's thinkin' about retirin' once we win the war, though. I'll probably take his place on the local force."

"On Cape Cod?"

"Treacherous seas, I know." She shrugged. "Nothin' I can't handle, o' course."

"Of course," Grant echoed.

"What were those fellas doing out on the boats right before a storm?" Toye asked, frowning. "If you live on the cape, wouldn't you know that's dangerous?"

"They're fisherman," Lottie reminded, "the ocean's their whole livelihood. And they know the risks of fishin' out on the coast. Storms can come outta nowhere, 'specially in the winter."

"Well, they all ended up okay." Grant paused. "Well... most of them."

Lottie nodded, a shadow of guilt flickering across her expression.

"Everybody on the coast learns to swim nearly 'fore they can walk, and most of 'em were smart enough to grab a lifevest 'fore their boats flipped, but they were lucky—the Atlantic ain't kind to nobody."

"They were lucky they had you."

Lottie laughed, pulling her hair behind her ear. Her present humility was a noticeable departure from the tell-you-what-for attitude she'd directed at Shicks just a few minutes before. Judy smiled as she took in the expressions of their friends, none more awed than Chuck Grant. A quick glance at Toye was all Judy needed to know he was starting to regret the longitude of his wager.

"Well!" Lottie turned over her shoulder toward the aid station. "I didn't think I'd be out here so long. Roe could prob'ly use a break."

"You go on, Lottie," Judy agreed. "We'll keep an eye out for Shicks."

Guarnere raised a brow. "He ain't comin' back, Harts."

"Yeah," Toye laughed, "didn't ya see him running away with his tail between his legs?"

Lottie supposed she had, pretending to preen at her success, and Judy had to turn a giggle into a cough when she caught Grant staring at her sister once again.

"I'll walk you in," he offered, and Lottie smiled, surprised but delighted.

"Sure."

"I've changed my mind," Toye, watching Chuck open the door for Lottie, muttered. "Can I revise my bet?"

Judy laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"Not a chance."

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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OKAY I AM HERE AND READY TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON PART 9🫡

okay first off i am sorry for the uproar i started about red lights (i forgot to mark my emoji)

okay so i was in the middle of reading another 30k fic when i saw the notification and had to stop everything and scream; your way of world building and storytelling is absolutely insane

like i said, yongbok is really starting to become the new hannah. his feelings are blatantly obvious now, and i get that he may be hurt- but he has no right to talk to/ act that way towards y/n. i feel like yongbok is terrified of things changing and refuses to grow up. he doesn’t hate hyunjin, just hates the fact that he isn’t the center of y/n’s world anymore. during their fight, he was saying a lot of words, but i feel like he didn’t communicate his feelings properly/ coherently enough for them to make sense and for y/n to understand. if he wants the security and reassurance he’s asking for, he needs to be vocal about it. he can’t just argue and act passive aggressively and expect y/n to get the memo. and him leaving y/n at the candy shop ESPECIALLY pissed me off. he was the one asking y/n to tell him how she pulled it off, then got pissy when he found out the truth. i also feel like this hurt his pride cause it told him that hyunjin really is a genuine guy and yongbok didn’t really have a valid reason to hate him- so he wrongfully took that anger out on y/n. it breaks my heart that y/n put so much work and love into his birthday, only for him to spend the time arguing and accusing her not caring enough. yongbok has also probably figured out y/n’s feelings, meaning that everything he did afterwards (stealing y/n on the train and making her come with him when hyunjin was trying to talk to her) was him consciously sabotaging the potential relationship, which also rubbed me the wrong way. a very common thing in this story is y/n letting everyone walk over her and the two people i never expected that from was hyunjin and yongbok. and while i hate his actions, this really showed how good of a writer you are. it shows how his character isn’t one-demensional, and that he has thoughts and emotions outside of being the “social butterfly sunshine”

on the other hand i am really proud of hannah. even though she wasn’t involved to too much this chapter, i feel like her few scenes show who she really is and her real intentions. especially by her apologizing in chapter 8 and helping y/n get ready, you can tell that she really does want the best for y/n- even if her actions don’t always reflect that. i also feel like she knows of the feelings, or is atleast getting there; and i see her becoming a supportive pillar for y/n in helping her get the confidence she needs to believe that hyunjin likes her as well.

yeonjun oh my god, ily. his and y/n’s banter is really sweet, and you can just FEEL how much they’ve missed and needed eachother. (which makes me pissed at felix again because of how selfish he’s being and not considering yeonjuns feelings but that’s for another time) especially with felix no longer being a reliable figure for y/n, im happy she has someone who she can feel completely open with (besides hyunjin cause he’s kinda the problem rn) you can tell that she really needed someone to listen and comfort her, and i really hope yeonjun stays a constant throughout the rest of the story

AND FINALLY, the convo at the end with chan made my heart swell so much. the fact that he’s told his band mates all the way back in the city about her, just shows how much he’s fallin for her.

thankyou so much for continuing to update this story and for responding to all these asks. your writing is truly something beautiful and i’m so happy that you are doing it professionally. make sure to let us know when your book goes out on pre-order, cause i promise i will be one of the first to buy and read it. hope you have an amazing night🫶🫶

also this is really scaring me so i am going to politely ask for an angst rating for chapter 10

-🫧

hii 🥺 oh it was YOU who brought up red lights hahahaha. well….you’re in the right direction so

i loved reading what you felt about yongbok, its so accurate and true to his character. he definitely has this side to him, instead of the usual “social butterfly sunshine” and he definitely did get angrier realizing he was probably wrong about hyunjin’s character, since hyunjin’s intentions with the birthday gift planning were extremely genuine, and even he could see that.

he is also acting out to not being the center of her world, which is sad but he definitely needs a better way to communicate without being hurtful :(

hana, in her head, is doing everything right for yn, and is being a wonderful friend. its interesting because you can see how her actions could be helpful, but the way she goes about them or expresses herself can be extremely…out there.

im so happy you liked yeonjun being there. he is the friend yn needs and they did miss each other so much, which is sad too considering their friendship was broken up for nothing. hyun’s convo with chan, the savior for the angst in that part 🙏🏻 he definitely is falling for her (or already has but does not realise it yet)

thank you so so much for this review. i love you for sending me all your thoughts. these kind of messages really keep me going and keep me inspired :(

#star lost with you #🫧 anon #part 9

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Broken

I feel like fearful-avoidant was the best way of describing the attachment style I learned growing up. It gets described as developing from a child who mortally fears their parent, but that's not really how I experience it. I'm more afraid of my mom than I am of death. I guess that probably has something to do with my chronic long-term SI. It's taken me a long time to accept that now that I've moved across the country, I'm safe from her. I don't ever have to let anybody treat me like that again.

Not thinking of myself as broken is very new to me. I literally just started doing it this month. For a long time it was important for me to think of myself as broken. I have done so many things in my life. So many things, and I have been so hurt, and I am so tired. Those decades of uncontrolled dysphoria, they hurt me so much. Maybe it's not fair of me to say, but I don't know that people who transitioned when they were 15, or 25, or even 30, understand how much, understand the cumulative nature of the damage that's been done to me. Most of us have suffered from dysphoria, but not everyone suffers equally, and time, well, I really feel like time has taken its crazy toll on me.

But that song, The Diamond Sea - I don't agree with it. I don't know what it's about, really, but the way I read it, I don't agree with it. It's a song of fear, it's a song of a man who looks into the mirror and is afraid of what he sees. Verse 4:

Time takes its crazy toll Mirror fallin' off the wall You better look out for the looking glass girl 'Cause she's gonna take you for a fall

That warning is wrong. I'm the girl from inside the looking glass. I came out of the mirror, and I'm real, and the mirror is broken now but I am not the mirror.

I think what I was holding on to was… the right to be broken. It's not a fair thing to ask of me. Everything I've been through and now I am supposed to heal as well? It seemed overwhelming. My ex, when I was breaking up with her, she once said to me, can't you just stop changing? And I can't. I honestly can't. Sometimes I want to. I want to have a final form and be OK with that, even if that form is still "broken". If it was up to me, I'd still be broken.

What I've taken from the events of November and December is that I don't really have that luxury. That there's a cost to staying broken, a cost to not healing, and I can measure that cost in the people I love and care about who I've hurt. I've never really been able to do things just for myself, just for the love of myself.

There's a pretty extreme form of BDSM that involves psychologically breaking a person. That's the context in which my friend shared that video I saw yesterday, "How To Become A Cult Leader". The way she says she breaks people, though, is she breaks them and forces them to love themselves. This reminds me of a scene another friend told me about this week, another breaking scene. All of the person's lovers and friends stood around them in a circle. The person had to look each of their lovers and friends in the eye, go around the circle, and say something nice about themselves. My friend described it as being intense and brutal and honestly I'm tearing up just thinking about it, even though it wasn't me, even though I wasn't involved in that scene. That's what being broken means to me now. In another form, in another way, that's what my friends, the people I hurt, did to me.

In some sense their intervention broke my brokenness. I would never have chosen joy on my own, for myself, just like I didn't choose transition for myself, but as part of some fucked up martyr complex. I was more afraid of the person who was supposed to love me, to care for me, than I was of death, and so for a long time I tried to die. I was alive - after transition, really, truly alive - but only because dying was too hard, only for others. Endless excuses, endless ways to dismiss my own happiness, to focus instead on the sorrow and the pain, assert my right to be broken and miserable.

Now, three years in, I've truly have everything taken from me. The hurt, the pain - I miss it. I miss feeling like I have the right to it. It is no longer mine to embrace. It is no longer mine to invoke.

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justauthoring · 3 years

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‘Star Shopping’

Prompt: “But to me, girl, you’re so much more than gorgeous.” Requested by: no one.

A/N: This came to be after I discovered this amusing video. And basically, this is so simple and short but I couldn’t help myself. I also don’t normally write songfics but this felt fitting :) Pairing: Nishinoya Yuu x F!Reader

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Blinking at the sound of an all too familiar voice, your blurry eyes glance around your room, dimmed by the fact that it was the middle of the night, trying to make sense of why you’re hearing Nishinoya’s voice at -- a quick glance your phone tells you it’s one in the morning.

“Open your window!”

Ah, so that’s why.

Rubbing at your eyes, you blink the sleep away, pushing yourself up to your feet as you basically crawl in the direction of your window, pulling back the curtains. Sure enough, Nishinoya in all his glory grins up at you.

“Noya,” you call, baffled, “what are you doing here?” And it’s an honest question, one that means more then just the fact that it’s one in the morning. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen Nishinoya, despite being childhood friends, you just... don’t see him all that much anymore. “You could’ve waken up my parents.”

“This is very important,” he whisper-yells at you, cupping his hands around his mouth to try and project his voice more clearly to you. “It could not wait until tomorrow.”

Letting out a sigh, you slump against your window seal. “It better be,” you mutter to yourself, before nodding down at him. “Alright then, what is it?”

“I need you to sneak out with me.”

And honestly, you weren’t really all that surprised.

Being friends with Nishinoya for as long as you have been as made you somewhat... immune to his obscure, pointless but important to him, random ideas he came up with. They almost always involved you, at least, they used to, and he refused to leave you alone until you said yes, so that’s probably why twenty minutes later you find yourself walking side by side with your childhood friend at one-thirty on a school night.

And it almost feels too natural, despite how long it’s been.

“I’ll have you know I have a test tomorrow morning,” you quirk a brow his way, but there’s a smile on your lips nonetheless. “So you’re lucky I love you.”

And he grins -- all bright eyed and twinkling, the kind that has your stomach fluttering with butterflies and your entire body igniting with what feels like electricity at the sight of it.

“I have practice at six in the morning,” he shrugs, “we all make sacrifices.”

Gasping at him, you slightly slap him on the shoulder, “you’re unbelievable,” you snort, shaking your head.

He pulls you close, no boundaries existing between the two of you like they never do even though it feels like your heart might just explode from your chest as a result of it. Nishinoya leans his face towards you until he’s a breaths away and you hope to everything above that he can’t hear nor feel the way your heart is so rapidly beating against your chest as you stare back into his eyes.

“It’s why you love me,” he grins, pulling away with a smirk.

Oh, he knew exactly what he did to you.

...He must.

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off, locking your hands behind your back as you gaze up at the stars. “So, did you have a plan of what you wanted to do or?” And with a simple tilt of your head, you glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I don’t,” he admits, but a second later he’s slowing down to a stop and you catch the gleam in his eyes a second too late before his hand is wrapping around your wrist, tugging you with him. “I didn’t! But I just found one!”

You blink as he comes to a stop, eyeing him and the way he stands proudly with his arms out stretched down to his idea.

“A shopping cart.”

“A shopping cart,” he nods.

“A shopping cart.”

“Just get in,” he huffs, rolling his eyes at you and then suddenly his hands on your waist and he’s ten times strong then you ever thought he was when he hefts you up and into the cart without even breaking a sweat.

“Volleyball made you strong,” you breathe, staring up at him in disbelief, “clearly.”

“Of course!” He laughs, flexing his muscles at you. “I worked hard for these muscles!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off once more, “are you gonna push me or not?”

“In a second.” He’s fiddling with something in his back pocket then, and you watch him with a confusion as he pulls out his phone and a pair of headphones, looking for something on his phone before holding both outstretched towards you.

You accept them with a blink, staring at him.

“Put the headphones in,” he grins, “I made you a playlist.”

And for some reason, you heart seems to flutter at that too; “you made me a playlist?”

“Yeah,” he nods, then grabs the headphones, putting them in your ears for you, before taking his phone. “But there’s a specific song I want you to listen to first, okay?”

You just nod, unable to find the words.

As the music starts, you glance up at him, nodding at him as he grins, beginning the push the cart. The lyrics start, and wind starts to pick up from the speed, causing your hair to wave and your shirt to blow, and Nishinoya’s grinning brightly at you, but all you can do is stare at him as you listen on.

One I got it comin’, I love her, she love me. I know that i’m nothing like someone her family want me to be If I find a way, would you walk it with me?

There’s something in his eyes as you look back at him, something that seems to just make everything in that exact moment just... make sense.

Look at my face while you talkin’ to me ‘Cause we only have one conversation a week Can I get one conversation at least?

Simply, without words having to be shared, you reach forward, slipping your hand over his own.

The world seems to just fade away then.

Shout out to everyone makin’ my beats, you helpin’ me preach This music’s the only thing keepin’ the peace when I’m fallin’ to pieces.

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disastercomingfaster · 3 years

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Mine- a Bechloe One-shot

So, this is a request that was sent into me by a cool follower named @amdiazh. She requested that I do a one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift’s song “Mine”. She also said “Kinda like, no you don’t get to run away and throw our relationship without giving a fight”. I could not do this without her wonderful idea, so thank you. This one-shot will also include lyrics from “Mine” and from the Bella’s finale from the first movie, which are obviously not my lyrics. There is a lot of swearing in here, but I think that’s the only warning. Please enjoy! And please review if you can! Also, just saying again, literally would not have this idea without talking to amdiazh, so I give her a ton of credit here!

You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin’

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

Beca Mitchell was 12 years old when she decided that love didn’t exist. After all, she had been given absolutely no reason to, with her parents finally separating after years of explosive arguments they hadn’t bothered to hide from Beca or her nine-year-old brother, Josh. Beca couldn’t decide if the divorce made her happy because the arguments would finally end, or sad because there was now no hope that her parents would ever be okay.

So, she decided to feel nothing about it.

She didn’t have time to feel anything over the divorce. Not with her brother needing to constantly be consoled over mommy moving out. Not with the step monster moving in about six months later. Beca didn’t have time to feel, so she just pushed everything away. She got pretty good at it after some time. All throughout high school, that was her rule, no falling in love. She could date, sure. She could fuck, of course. But she wasn’t going to let anyone knock over the barriers she had worked so hard to build.

And she knew from the moment she laid eyes on that red headed senior that she was going to fuck everything up for Chloe.

“Funny, you don’t look 21.” The bartender scoffed, scanning Beca’s fake ID.

“I’m small.” Beca argued, hoping this dweeb would just let her drink. She had paid that guy in her psychology class a hundred dollars and a gross backseat blow job for that ID, and she needed something to get her mind off of that red head that forced her to sing in the shower.

That…that beautiful redhead with the gorgeous singing voice and the shiny blue eyes…

Beca shook her head. Nope. Nope. Fuck that. She didn’t need to get feelings for someone at this school. Not only did that break her rule, but what would be the point? She was out of here as soon as the year was over, her dad had promised. No point in making connections.

Getting involved with a redheaded acapella singer was just looking for trouble…

“Oh, she’s 21.” Beca heard a familiar voice behind her and had to resist yelling “For fucks sake!” Was this for real?

“How do you know, Chloe?” The dweeby bartender asked with far too much authority in his voice for a 21-year-old nerdy 5’8 bartender at a Buffalo Wild Wings.

“Oh, she’s in my Russian literature class. She’s a senior too.” Beca continued to face forward, hoping to avoid making eye contact with the beautiful redhead.

“Really?” The bartender asked skeptically. Jesus Christ, did this guy think he was a jacked bouncer at the hottest club in LA?

“Nothing gets me harder than Tolstoy.” Beca flashed the bartender a grin. He stared at her for a second, then back at her fake ID, then back at Chloe.

“Okay, Chloe.” He nodded then looked back at Beca. “You wanted a Stella, you said?”

“Tall, please.” Beca said, flashing him a smile. “Thank you.”

The bartender walked away, and Chloe quickly took a seat next to Beca. “Don’t mind him. He just switched from dishwasher to bartender last week and he is taking it VERY seriously.”

“Clearly.” Beca said, finally turning to face the redhead. “Um, thanks for…”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything. After all, you’re 21.” Chloe said, winking. “Honestly, I hate this job and would not lose any sleep if I got booted from here.”

“You’re…a waitress?” Beca asked, glancing at the notebook in her hand.

“Yes, but don’t worry about taking up my time, they let me off early.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “It’s a Tuesday night, it’s not like I was overworked tonight.”

Beca glanced around at the mostly empty tables. “Ouch. How early they let you off?”

Chloe glanced at her watch. “A little more than an hour. Just like last night.”

“So, are you just going to go home?” Beca asked without thinking.

“That was the plan. Feed my cat. See what’s going on with the Kardashians.”

“Doyouwanttodrinkwithme?” Beca asked in one breath.

Chloe’s eyes lit up. “The mysterious alt girl wants to spend time with me?” She teased.

“I mean…I mean…if you want…” Beca mumbled as the bartender set her drink down.

“Brian, could you grab me a wild berry margarita?” Chloe asked the bartender. He grinned goofily and rushed off to make the drink.

“A wild berry margarita?” Beca smirked, taking a sip of her beer.

“It is tasty, and it makes me dance!” Chloe said defensively. “Sorry it’s not as hardcore as a cracking a cold one open with the boys.”

Beca laughed. “All my friends were guys in high school…so I developed a taste for beer.”

“My mom started letting me drink at family events the summer before I started college.” Chloe explained. “So, I was always drinking margaritas and cocktails with her and her sisters. Then, when I got to college, I would mostly drink with my friend Aubrey.”

“Is she that girl at the sign-ups that was…” Beca hesitated.

“A bit judgmental?” Chloe laughed as Brian sat down her drink with an overenthusiastic smile. Apparently Beca wasn’t the only one a bit smitten by the redheaded waitress.

“Um…” Beca shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

“It’s okay.” Chloe winked. “She’s a bit intense but she’s…I couldn’t have made it through college without her. Anyway, she refuses to drink beer and is very much a tequila girl. So, I got a taste for…I hate to be stereotypical but ‘girly drinks.’” Chloe did air quotes.

“Nothing wrong with that, I was just teasing.” Beca said, gulping down her beer. Chloe stared at her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d get the impression I made you nervous.” Chloe teased.

“What?” Beca asked, a bit too surprised to be convincing. “Why would you…”

“It’s funny, usually girls are more comfortable around me after they’ve seen me naked.”

Brian’s head spun back to the girls’ conversation and both Chloe and Beca laughed.

“I think that acapella group has made you a bit full of yourself.” Beca teased back.

“Oh God, if anything it has fucked with my self-esteem.” Chloe admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“The way the old girls ran it…” Chloe took a sip of her drink and sighed. “Brian, we are going to need some shots or something, I am too sober to explain this.”

“Those fucking bitches!” Beca said after another beer and a tequila shot that wasn’t even on the menu.

“They ran that group like a drill team.” A slightly tipsy Chloe gushed to Beca.

“Why did you stay?” Beca asked.

“Because I love to sing.” Chloe said simply. “And because I kept telling myself, ‘One day, Aubrey and I are going to run the show. And we are going to run it the right way.’”

“I bet you will.” Beca assured her.

“That’s why you need to audition!” Chloe burst out. Beca sighed.

“Honestly? I don’t even plan to stay at this school. This isn’t for me.”

“What do you want to do?” Chloe asked.

“I want to DJ. I get how you feel about singing because I feel the same way about mixing music. It just feels…like what I was meant to do.”

“So…how long will you stay here then?” Chloe pushed, confused.

“Hopefully I can leave after a year.” Beca said, signaling Brian for another drink. He sighed and started filling another tall glass.

“You know, we close in twenty minutes.” Brian told them.

“Then you better pour fast so Beca can finish it!” Chloe snapped and both girls burst out laughing. Brian sighed again and handed Beca her drink.

“Well, if your plans aren’t set in stone, why don’t you make the best of this place while you can?” Chloe suggested. “What do you have to lose?”

“I don’t know…” Beca sighed, taking a sip of her drink. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand. Beca instantly felt a warm rush go through her.

“Please, just audition.” Chloe insisted. “I just…I have a good feeling about you. I feel like this is supposed to happen.”

“I’ll…I’ll think about it.” Beca said. Chloe smiled and squeezed her hand.

“I have a good feeling about you, Beca.”

Beca nodded dumbly and took a large gulp of her beer.

Do you remember, we were sittin’, there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter

You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine

Things got real about a month after Beca joined the Bellas. In all honesty, Chloe had Aubrey to thank for the relationship progressing. Beca and Aubrey started butting heads almost immediately, which finally resulted in Aubrey insisting she needed additional rehearsals. Chloe did not need to be told twice; she shot her hand up in the air and volunteered to help Beca.

Very little of their “extra rehearsals” actually involved rehearsing, however. Mostly Beca and her would just go to the pond by Aubrey and Chloe’s apartment and talk. Talk about school, talk about past relationships, about albums they enjoyed, about their dreams. About all the important and unimportant things in their life.

“Think Aubrey is ever going to catch on that we aren’t actually practicing?” Beca asked her one day, watching two ducks fight in the water.

“She knows you don’t need extra practice.” Chloe grinned at the smaller girl. “You make her nervous and she’s trying to control you. I love her, but I know her. I know what’s really going on.”

“I make her nervous?” Beca asked, surprised.

“She can tell your talented, for one thing. But you’re also different then a typical ‘Bella Girl’ and that makes her worried.” Chloe explained. “Even though the old Bellas were horrible to us…Aubrey’s not good with change. And she’s afraid you are going to change things.”

“Hm, interesting.” Beca grinned. “I didn’t know I had that much power.”

“You have a lot of power.” Chloe told her. “The other girls respect you so much already. You’re pretty special, Beca.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Special. Right.”

Chloe hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. Before she could stop herself, the older girl put her arm around Beca. Beca froze for a second, not sure how to respond. Finally, she let herself settle into the redhead.

“You’re special to me.” Chloe told her quietly.

This was insane. This wasn’t just casual sex or anything like this, Beca had let a relationship be built up over the past month and she could feel herself starting to have real feelings for the redhead. For fucks sake, they hadn’t even had sex and yet Beca couldn’t get the girl out of her mind. This was more than she could handle, this was more than she could allow-

“Did you hear me, Beca?” Chloe asked her.

“I’m sorry…I just spaced out. What did you say?” Beca asked sheepishly.

Chloe giggled. “I wanted to know…if you would be my girlfriend?”

Beca’s thoughts went a mile a minute, all of them insisting that this couldn’t happen, this would only end in heartache for both of the girls, this was a mistake…

“Yes.” Beca heard herself tell Chloe. Chloe grinned and immediately put her lips to Beca. Soon the two girls were kissing. They were kissing and all of Beca’s thoughts had left her except for how beautiful Chloe looked in this fall weather.

Flash forward, and we’re takin’ on the world together

And there’s a drawer of my things at you place

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded

You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

“I think I might be the only person on campus who isn’t looking forward to Christmas break.” Beca sighed, laying on Chloe’s bed. It was the night before they both left to go home for a month, and both girls were trying to make the most of the time that they had left together.

“Nope, I’m on that team with you.” Chloe told her, taking Beca’s hand and squeezing it. Beca still couldn’t understand it; in her past relationships she couldn’t handle anything besides sexual interaction with her partners, but Chloe was a very affectionate person, and Beca didn’t mind at all. She would never admit it to anyone in the world, not even Chloe, but she looked forward to the handholding and even the cuddling that would constantly take place.

“I thought you were close to your family.” Beca said, surprised.

“Oh, I am. I am. And I’m excited to see them.” Chloe explained. “But I’m not thrilled about not seeing my smoking-hot girlfriend for a month.”

“Oh, God.” Beca sighed.

“What?”

“Smoking hot girlfriend? It’s finally happened; you’re cheating on me.” Beca teased.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Take a shot every time Beca makes a self-deprecating joke.”

“That would be a deadly game.”

Chloe moved on top of Beca suddenly and started kissing the brunette, slowly. Beca continued in rhythm with Chloe, slipping her tongue inside her girlfriend’s mouth. Chloe suddenly stopped her.

“You never talk about your family.”

“Um, could we talk about anything else besides my family while you are on top of me?” Beca asked.

“No, I mean…” Chloe rolled off of Beca. Beca groaned, disappointed. “I can tell that something is up with your family, but you’ve never gone into detail.”

“My mom abandoned us when I was in middle school and hasn’t spoken to us in years, my dad’s a dick who replaced her with a step monster within months of the divorce, and I feel like I am completely responsible for my little brother’s happiness, now let’s make out!” Beca said quickly.

“When was the last time you spoke to your mom?” Chloe asked.

“I don’t know. I stopped keeping track because I stopped holding my breath she ever would.” Beca told her. Chloe turned and looked at her, her big blue eyes practically piercing into Beca. Beca knew she wanted more information. She sighed.

“She moved to California, got married, and had two replacement kids. She didn’t look back. Apparently, her marriage was so bad with a man that she once loved, that she couldn’t even stand to look at the children she made with him.” Beca shook her head. “I didn’t understand it than, and I don’t understand it now. How can love just die like that? How can someone who was the most important person in your life become nothing?” Beca became alarmed when she realized that tears were running down her cheeks.

“Oh, honey.” Chloe said, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand. The same warm rush that always went through Beca when Chloe grabbed her hand ran through her.

“It honestly makes me worried that…maybe all love is bullshit.” Beca blurted out. Chloe sighed and Beca was worried she had offended Chloe, but the redhead just leaned forward and kissed her.

“You don’t have to make your parents’ mistakes.” Chloe reassured her. “You make your own journey. Besides, when has Beca Mitchell ever done what’s expected?”

Beca laughed and wiped away her tears. “God, can we just go back to making out please? These are way too many feelings.”

Chloe giggled. “I mean, if you insist.” She climbed back on top of the smaller girl and pushed her lips against Beca’s.

And I remember that fight, two-thirty am

‘Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye,

‘Cause that’s all I’ve ever known

Then, you took me by surprise

You said, “I’ll never leave you alone”

“Beca Mitchell, open the motherfucking door!” Beca ripped her headphones off and glanced at her alarm clock. It was after 2am, what was going on?

“I liked it better before you had friends.” Kimmy Jin muttered bitterly from her bed, putting the blanket over her head.

“Sorry.” Beca apologized and ran to the door. “Chloe?”

“Your phone must be broken because you’ve been ignoring my calls for over a week.” Chloe snapped. “No one has heard from you since the semi-finals.”

“You mean when I quit that shitshow you call an acapella group?” Beca asked.

“Beca, no one is mad at you. Okay, Aubrey is, but I can talk to her-”

“Since when have you been able to stand up to Aubrey?” Beca snapped.

“Okay, you know what, it doesn’t matter that you quit the group. That has nothing to do with us! I don’t need you to be in the group to be with me!” Tears started rolling down Chloe’s face.

“I assumed…I mean, wasn’t that it?” Beca said, biting her lip and silently cursing herself for the tears on her cheeks as well.

“What?” Chloe asked.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Beca said, her voice rising. “That’s the big mistake, that’s the fuck up, that’s the thing that makes the beautiful senior, who was always way too good for me, realize she’s worth more than the dumbass freshman who never had any hope at love anyway…” Beca trailed off, suddenly crying too hard to finish her sentence.

“Not to be insensitive, but could you guys do this anywhere else?” Kimmy Jin spoke up.

“You know what? I can’t fucking do this.” Beca cried and bolted past Chloe out of the dorm. Without hesitation, Chloe raced after her. The couple ran out to the street, which was empty this early in the morning.

“I don’t care if you quit the group a million times, but I know you do.” Chloe told her.

“What do you mean?”

“You act like you don’t care about the group, but I’ve seen how happy singing makes you.” Chloe insists. “And you have potential to make the group better when…when Aubrey and I graduate.”

“When you’re gone.” Beca muttered. Chloe reached out and grabbed Beca’s hands. A familiar rush went through her.

“I’ll never be gone.” Chloe told her. “You make the group better. And you make my life better. I love you, Beca Mitchell. I love you so much.” Chloe instinctively reached her head towards Beca’s and kissed the younger girl. Beca didn’t even think to refuse, she had missed her girlfriend so much.

“Aubrey didn’t want me to tell you, but we are meeting in the morning. Apparently one of the winning groups has a high school student. We qualify for the finals.”

Beca stared dumfounded at Chloe. “Even if that’s true, Aubrey doesn’t want me…”

“Fuck her.” Chloe snapped and Beca laughed. “Okay, she’s my best friend, but fuck her. It’s time someone stood up to her.”

Beca sighed. “I feel like I’m just messing things up for everyone…”

“Stop trying to push away everyone who loves you.” Chloe said quietly, giving her another kiss. “Come to the rehearsal. And…and come back to me, because I miss you.” Chloe kissed her. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Beca whispered.

“I won’t leave you.” Chloe promised her. “And it’s time for us to fix things for the Bellas.”

Beca nodded reluctantly. “I guess we can do it together.”

Chloe winked. “Of course, we can.”

Do you believe it?

We’re gonna make it now

And I can see it

Beca had no idea how amazing singing on stage could be. It had been rough pulling it all together in such a short time, but once Aubrey was able to metaphorically get rid of the pitch pipe (and actually physically get rid of it, because it was covered in vomit) things were able to piece together.

I will love, love you tonight

Give me everything tonight

For all we know

We might not get tomorrow

Let’s do it tonight

Beca smiled as the last notes were sung out by the Bellas, this group of weirdos that had suddenly become her family.

“Go Beca!” Fat Amy screamed out suddenly and the rest of the Bellas cheered. Beca grinned.

“You guys are my favorite weirdos.” Beca told the group as they made their way off stage.

“I hate to admit it but…” Aubrey sighed. “That was pretty good.”

“Aubrey admitted she was wrong!” Fat Amy cheered and the rest of the Bellas followed.

“Wait, I didn’t say that…” Aubrey protested.

“Just let it go.” Chloe laughed, giving her best friend a hug.

“Thanks for letting me back in.” Beca told the group.

“Yeah, sorry the meeting was so…dramatic.” Aubrey said.

“I made snow angels in rejected food.” Lily muttered under her breath.

“We’re just happy your back.” Chloe assured her. The redhead leaned in and kissed Beca. The rest of the Bellas awed.

“PDA from a nauseating couple. Just what my single ass needed.” Cynthia Rose rolled her eyes.

“Come on, everyone loves a good Bloe.” Fat Amy said.

“I’m sorry, a what?” Chloe said, separating from Beca.

“Beca and Chloe, together you’re Bloe.” Fat Amy explained.

Beca shook her head. “So, you are not calling us-”

“Call us whatever you want.” Chloe giggled, grabbing Beca’s hand so the rush went through her. “This girl is the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

And for a moment, Beca forget about her mom’s abandonment, her dad’s replacement, and her brother’s dependency. At the moment, she could only see Chloe, and see the love in her beautiful blue eyes. Maybe this could work. Maybe they could make it.

Because, at that moment, Beca was happy to admit she was in love.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers Zero vol. 3: Subaru Sakamaki ー Animate Tokuten: "A Vampire's Late-Night Snack Terror"

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [スバル編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 3 Subaru Sakamaki Animate Tokuten [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: I shouldn’t have translated this while already suffering from a slight fever because every time Subaru said something cute, I felt my temperature raise with another 5 degrees. > /// < Kind of ironic considering this CD is all about him helping the MC warm up so she can sleep, lol. It was kind of refreshing to see them make a drink in this one as well, after the other Zero Tokuten CDs I’ve translated all featured proper meals. I’m not a big tea person myself, but hibiscus tea is my favorite and I also love apples so I feel like this would be right up my alley. xD I’d love to have some of the stuff right now honestly.

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Subaru enters the living room.

“...So this is where you’ve been, huh?”

You question why he is here.

“What do you mean? I’ve been looking for you. Geez...Causin’ me trouble like that.”

You thank him for being worried.

“Haah...? I-I wasn’t worried ‘cause I couldn’t find you in your room or anythin’...!! I-It’s just...If we don’t go to bed soon, Reiji’s gonna make a big deal out of it again. I just didn’t want to get involved in that.”

You nod.

“So...Havin’ trouble sleepin’...?”

You explain.

“You can’t fall asleep? ...Then what are you hopin’ to accomplish spacin’ out in the living room? If you just crawl under the covers and close your eyes, you’ll grow tired at some point, right? ...Come on. Let’s go.”

He grabs your hand.

“...? Aren’t you kind of cold? Usually you’d be a lil’ warmer, right? Don’t tell me...Are you feelin’ under the weather?”

You shake your head.

“Really? ...Okay then. But I won’t forgive you for keepin’ secrets from me! ...Actually, you told me before that you have a hard time fallin’ asleep when you’re cold, right? I’m no expert on how the human body works, but wouldn’t you get drowsy if you warm up?”

You seem enlightened.

“Did you not realize until I pointed it out to you? Just how stupid are you!? If it’s ‘cause of the cold, then just do somethin’ to warm up!”

You stare at him.

“Hah? Why you lookin’ at me like that?”

You suddenly embrace Subaru.

*Rustle rustle*

“...!? I-Idiot...!! What are you thinkin’, clingin’ onto me!? You really think that’s gonna accomplish anythin’!? If you’re cold, take another bath! ...Or have a hot drink or somethin’!”

*Rustle*

“Haah...She finally moved away...This is bad for my heart...”

You ask if he said something.

“...It’s nothin’! Anyway, are you in the mood for a cup of tea?”

You nod.

“Heh. I see. Then quickly have your tea and hit the hay afterwards. I’m goin’ back to my room now.”

You invite Subaru along for tea.

“Haah? Why do I need to drink some as well?”

You look at him with puppy eyes.

“...!! F-Fine, I understand, so don’t be givin’ me that look! ...Haah...Guess I have no other choice. I don’t mind keepin’ you company if you insist. But only this once, understood?”

You rejoice.

“Whatcha so happy for? You weirdo. Come on, we’re goin’ to the kitchen right away.”

*SCENE SHIFT*

*Cling cling*

“Oi, I put down the cups.”

You note that there’s two of them.

“...Ugh! There’s two of them ‘cause you kept on pesterin’ me to have some as well! I’m not doin’ this ‘cause I want to. Anyway, hurry up and set the damn tea. Just so you know, I’m not helpin’ out.”

You open up the fridge.

“Heh. Hurry up.”

*Pshhhhh*

“...Ah. What are you doin’!? That’s an apple, right? You’re gonna serve it as a snack with the tea?”

You explain.

“You’ll put it in the tea...? The cup’s gonna break if you force the whole thing in there, no? I don’t get it.”

You explain once more.

“Oi, hold up! ...You really think I’m gonna understand if you break down the recipe? It’d be much quicker to just watch the real thing. Hurry up and get those hands movin’.

You start peeling the apple.

“...So it just starts with regular peelin’, huh? Then what will you do to turn it into tea? ーー Or rather, be careful of your fingers! You’re hella clumsy, so I can just picture you cuttin’ yourself already! I won’t forgive you if you shed blood.”

You tell him he’s always making you bleed by biting you.

“It’s fine when I’m the one suckin’ your blood! However, it pisses me off to see you bleed over someone or somethin’ else! ...But, well...You did a pretty good job. There’s only the inner part left. So, whatcha gonna do with that?”

You start cutting it up.

“Heeh...When you cut it into small pieces like that, it barely still looks like an apple. They’re like dices.”

You explain.

“Hm...So it’s a cuttin’ technique called ‘dicing’, huh? I haven’t really done much cookin’, you see. This is my first time observin’ your cookin’ from up close as well. It’s surprisingly...interestin’.”

You seem surprised by his statement.

“...Eh? Like I said, I’m not helpin’ out! I’m not experienced like you are after all. I’m fine just watchin’...Actuallyー I prefer watchin’ you cook like this.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Yeah. You don’t look half bad while cookin’. I don’t really know why but...watchin’ you makes me feel at ease. I’d love to just watch you forever and...there’s even times where I have to stop myself from pullin’ you into my arms. ーー Hold up, who cares ‘bout that. Come on, hurry up and continue.”

You grab the tea pot.

“You finally pulled out the teapot, huh? Now it’s startin’ to look a lil’ more like tea time.”

You put in the diced apple.

“...Oi!! You gonna put the apple in there!? Shouldn’t that be tea leaves instead!? Now you’ll just end up with warm apple juice!”

You chuckle.

“What are you laughin’ out loud for!? Are you sure it’s fine? ...Ah, come on. Steam’s coming out.”

You grab the bag of tea leaves.

“You’re finally gonna put in the tea leaves now, huh? Are those the ones you got from the market?”

You show him the bag.

“Hibiscus tea...That still doesn’t ring a bell with me. Well, just hurry up and make it.”

*Splash*

“Well...The color changed right away at least. It’s pink. Is it stuff really edible?”

You nod, pouring him a cup.

“It’s still pink even after pourin’ it inside the cup! There’s even pieces of apple floatin’ inside...Isn’t this more like a soup rather than tea?”

You add the final ingredient.

“...!? What are you puttin’ inside the cup?”

You explain.

“...Eh? Honey?”

*Cling cling*

“So it’s finished now?”

You nod.

“Mysterious pink tea with apples inside ー Complete.”

“You know...Don’t you think that drinkin’ this will only make it even harder to sleep? Heck, with a color like this, it might even fuck up your sleep schedule as a whole. (1)”

*Cling*

“...Fuck! I know! I just have to give it a try, right!?”

*Gulp*

“...!”

“The fuck...? It tastes more refreshin’ than I expected. It’s a lil’ tard, but the sweetness comes afterwards. I guess that comes from the honey and the apples? It isn’t overpowerin’, so I could go for a couple more cups after this. Havin’ some apple alongside the tea sounds good too.”

Subaru eats some of the pieces of apple.

“They’re crisp and add a nice texture.”

*Cling*

“Also...I can feel the warmth slowly spreading from my stomach...The aroma is refreshin’ as well...How to put it...It has this gentle feel to it.”

You smile.

*Cling*

“Ah...W-Well, I guess it’s not bad. More importantly, do you think it’ll help you fall asleep?”

You nod.

“Really? ...Oi, scoot over.”

You seem hesitant.

“No complaints, come here.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Oh? Seems like it did a fine job warmin’ you up. If anythin’, you feel a lil’ on the hot side. It’s a strange tea but I guess its effects leave nothin’ to be desired However...Say, this sweet smell isn’t comin’ from the tea, is it?”

You flinch.

“Why is the smell of your blood gettin’ sweeter? You got eager just from my embrace?”

You try and deny it.

“Hm? Hehehe...I wonder...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Well, I guess it’s fine as long as you feel like you can sleep now. Let’s leave the clean-up for tomorrow and hit the hay. It’d be a pain if you were to cool down again. Ahー But when that happens...”

Subaru leans in close.

*Rustle*

“I’d warm you up a different way, okay? Consider it my way of thankin’ you for the delicious tea. I’ll take very good care of you.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘It will even give you trouble waking up’, which is the exact opposite of what the MC is trying to accomplish. :P

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fangirlyah · 4 years

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✦ to be so lonely - Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

one shot inspired by the harry styles’s song ‘to be so lonely’

summary: draco makes bad decisions that alienate what he loves the most

warnings: it’s pure angst so yeah

word count: 2,640

Don't blame me for fallin'

I was just a little boy

it was a freezing winter night when draco realized that he was in love with y/n. it was extremely cold when he saw her go through the door of the manor with her reddish nose and an elegant coat covering her green dress. her parents in front of her receiving his parents with a handshake. they already knew what was going next, but neither draco nor y/n were involved yet, they only accompanied their parents in the meetings; they were almost always left outside the room, together in the kitchen having a cup of hot tea and sharing chats that kept draco awake that night and maybe the next.

Don't blame the drunk caller

Wasn't ready for it all

it was an autumn tinged with warm tones, when y/n realized that she was in love with draco. she saw him pick up a book from the library while she accommodated the ones she had recently used and felt her heart jump. they knew little of what lay ahead, only accompanying their parents as it would be dangerous to be left alone at home and unable to use magical protection because of their age. so y/n visited malfoy manor or draco visited the y/l mansion very often. when it was the blond’s turn to leave his home, they always went up to the roof to look at the stars that left her stunned.

You can't blame me, darling

Not even a little bit

I was away

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

everyone knew of their friendship but no one dared to ask how it had begun. they knew the answer would be something like: ‘our parents are death eaters, what did you expect? ', so they just kept their doubt behind their backs and watched their movements together. which were not many, but enough to bring to light their friendship.

Don't call me "baby" again

You got your reasons

was the week after that icy night, when draco put his head on y/n’s lap as they read in the private library of her mansion and said,

"I think I’m in love with you" amidst the entrancing silence, in which only the passing of the leaves and their breaths were the only noises. after three years of friendship, draco was confessing his feelings that, a week ago, had really been recognized by the youngest malfoy. at that very moment y/n leaned her lips gently on those of draco who was looking at her from her lap. silently sealing a promise that would not last long, but that she believed it would.

I know you mean it

But don't call me "baby" again

their first kiss was seven weeks before september first, seven weeks spent between kisses and hugs in the library, the kitchen and some other room.

seven weeks filled with cups of tea and stargazing.

seven weeks in which draco’s hands did not seem to leave those of y/n; not even when they ate around the other minions of who-must-not-be-named, which was when he intertwined their hands under the table.

seven weeks, which both enjoyed each other’s presence deeply and did not pass a day when they did not remember each other how much they enjoyed the other's company.

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

but it was a week before september first when draco, was personally requested by the dark lord to entrust him with what would be a life-or-death task, which they did not believe to y/n able to perform.

and they were right, she couldn’t murder someone even though the dark mark had been impregnated in her arm since she was twelve; unlike draco that got his that week before school. he didn’t say anything. not even when his girlfriend approached to kiss him goodbye and meet again on platform 9 ¾ just a few hours before the return to hogwarts.

draco was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been in his life, but he said nothing.

that night apart was the first in a long time, a night that for the lack of company and what was ahead for them, he did not rest a minute. his head hovering in the fact that the ray of light, also called y/n, was almost involved in such a situation. he did not know that she had been involved for much longer than that vacation and that the mark had been placed on y/n’s arm, by that time, she was still an infant. y/n had lied, she said that she had obtained it just a few months ago.

"but it doesn’t hurt?, I heard that the first few months are fatal" her boyfriend stared at her, moving his eyes between hers and her arm. y/n wanted to say yes, that her first few months were horrible but she didn’t want to frighten him and tell him that a 12-year-old girl used to scream out of pain every night when she went to sleep. she was afraid he’d walk away, judge her.

"I put on a lot of moisturizer to keep it from burning, so it doesn’t hurt so much" she wasn’t lying, but those lotions had long expired after she had used them. he gently kissed her arm wishing with all his might that, when he opened his eyes, the dark mark would have disappeared from y/n’s arm.

I just hope you see me

In a little better light

it was only a few hours before their re-admission to hogwarts when he refused the kiss that y/n went to give him when she saw him standing at the train station, alone with his suitcase.

she thought he was waiting for her but he wasn’t.

their reunion had been idealized in y/n’s head that night, in which draco had not been able to sleep, but she had. she had managed to fall in a deep sleep, being draco the last thing her brain thought consciously. she imagined that their reunion would be like those muggle romantic books she read hidden in the library of her house. something romantic and happy that people around would see as a movie scene.

but it was not so, he did not look her in the eyes. not even when they were already inside the train and y/n took a seat beside him in some padded seats.

not even when he mentioned that he would stay a few more minutes on the train, giving permission to her, blaise and pansy to get off without him.

not even when y/n looked at him indignantly when she saw potter come into the great hall with a bloody nose, knowing exactly what he had done.

not even when she said good night with a kiss on his cheek before she left for her bedroom.

he looked at her for the first time when, surrounded by his minions. draco was having lunch without paying attention to the people around him. y/n had returned from the care of magical creatures class, when she saw him almost without expression, putting a piece of bread in his mouth.

"hi, baby" y/n spoke softly as she sat in front of the mysterious blond. the word 'baby' caught the attention of his friends who shut up with the intention of meddling in the conversation.

"don’t call me that" her boyfriend spoke looking into her eyes. his eyes full of cold, transmitting seriousness and stress; very different from those she had enjoyed throughout the older days.

"draco, what's going on?" crabbe, goyle, zabini and millicent watched the situation on their sides. y/n thanked merlin internally, that pansy was not in the situation because otherwise her mockery would be endless.

"why the fuck do you care?" his hands trembled slightly on the table, but these immediately became fists when he saw the look of y/n on them.

"why the fuck do I care? draco, you’re my boyfriend, of course I care" suddenly the laughter began to flood the, formerly silent, table. including draco who laughed out loud. a laughter that caused y/n’s body to begin to feel more and more weak.

"your boyfriend?!" replied the blonde keeping his arrogant smile "you’re crazy, really. what do they feed you at home? poison?"

he knew perfectly well how he was hurting her.

he knew perfectly well how he was crushing her heart into thousands of pieces.

he knew she had always had a bad time in her own home, and yet it was the first thing he came up with to bother her.

when he finished his second sentence, even millicent’s laughter bounced into y/n’s ears, she was supposed to be her friend.

why endure more humiliation? y/n decided to leave the great hall as fast as she could and run to the bathroom where everyone would go to cry. it wasn’t the first time myrtle saw her come in with tears in her eyes, and she already knew how the girl didn't like to be invaded with questions as soon as she arrived, so the ghost held back.

Do you think it's easy

her knees were covering her chin as her eyes kept shedding tears and her mouth noisy sobs. everything had been a farce that she had swallowed as if it were a sip of warm milk.

he had used her completely so he wouldn’t be alone on those scary holidays.

sitting on the floor of the damp bath her thoughts wandered in the beautiful memories she believed had been real and sentimental to both of them.

she was not wrong. draco had to leave the great hall within minutes of her departure because his body was about to collapse, he felt that the panic attack he had not yet had that day, was about to blossom. so he ran straight into the prefects' bathroom, without avoiding shedding a few tears as he hurried over there.

the only person who had never left his side was now heartbroken because of him. he had a reputation to maintain and a girl to keep safe, so pretending to hate her was the best option.

but his regret came faster than he thought. he never would have thought it would hurt so much to see her after that noon, where, indirectly, it was all over.

his body trembled every time he saw her sitting alone on the other end of the table. he had caused her to be left completely alone; she had devoted her entire attention and friendship so many years to him, that she had never developed such a deep friendship with anyone else, so she was now alone.

Being of the jealous kind?

'Cause I miss the shape of your lips

she remained alone until the day draco saw her enter the great hall accompanied.

it had been a month since those hateful words had come out of his mouth and he was getting worse, thinner and sadder every day. not only was he sad because he had to kill dumbledore in less than a month and a half, but he missed her. he missed her so much that, especially during the night, that nostalgia became present as physical pain that twisted him in his bed.

the night he saw her walk with neville by her side, smiling like she used to do with him, he definitely didn’t sleep. it was an image that would not be removed from his head; to see her eat with a little of her characteristic light back. he wept inconsolably at the fact that he had stolen and shattered that joy and it was someone else who was giving it back to her.

that night, thoughts consumed him like a lit candle. he was wondering if all that stuff he missed about her, now she was sharing them with someone else. He wondered if longbottom now owned her lips and her soft morning voice, if she kissed his cheek as he came out of the shower as she did with him, or if she had already learned how many spoonfuls of sugar he drank with his tea, as she had done with him.

Your wit

It's just a trick

thanks to luna and neville, y/n had come out of her misery faster than she thought.

but it still hurt; because everything made her remember, even the starry nights hurt her internally to the point of crying for hours.

that’s why she avoided him as much as possible, she had begun to sit at the ravenclaw or gryffindor’s table since she had no one to sit with at her own house table.

"he’s looking this way," neville whispered, beside her as he ate "it’s scary"

"I don’t want to be here neville, can you eat a little faster please?"

in the months that passed, draco had not even tried to approach her. he was not brave enough. so when the day he was supposed to kill the headmaster came, y/n couldn’t get near the astronomy tower. she could not be near when such an atrocity was to be carried out. for what she waited uneasy at the entrance to the castle, she was betraying her recent friends and the entire institution, but she had a choice.

when bellatrix’s arrogant laughter began to approach, y/n knew that it was the time when they had to escaped from hogwarts without an early return date.

when draco arrived at the place where she was standing, his only desire was to take her in his arms as he used to and run away with her where no one could find them. he saw her weak and worried and he just wanted to kiss the wrinkles on her forehead and make them disappear. he wanted to tell her that he couldn’t kill dumbledore, because her face had gotten in his brain; the memory of her by his side and how her presence used to make everything disappear.

but before he could get close, all the death eaters started dragging them out of the castle. in spite of potter’s screams that chased them, they continued to run into the forbidden forest, together.

it would be a lie to say that when they entered the malfoy manor their fears calmed down, because the terror did not leave them alone even for two seconds. their bodies and minds were still in complete shock. their parents sent them to clean themselves as soon as they saw the two teens arrive, so y/n started to go to the guest bathroom that was almost hers, but her ex-boyfriend’s body stopped her in front of the door.

"y/n all I ask is that you listen to me" his voice was pleading and he dragged his syllables, almost as if he had been torn from a good dream and he would not fall asleep again.

"I’m sorry but...no" she tried to pass, because tears threatened to leave her eyes, but draco’s body did not leave her.

"nothing was true!"

"of course nothing was true! you lied to my face for months, made me believe you loved me!" the tears that had accumulated in her eyes now ran down her face without stopping, and to her surprise draco’s face was even more submerged in tears. "for years, draco, years. I gave you everything! my friendship and then my deep and devoted love! I gave you everything and you left me alone, without even explaining!"

she was right, he had lost her because of his idiotic decisions that, in the end, made no sense. his body had weakened so much that y/n was able to move his body out of the front of the door to get into the room as fast as she could.

And this is it, so I'm sorry

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #imagine #one shots #harry potter #harry styles #to be so lonely #fanfic #fanfiction #hogwarts #death eaters #voldemort #dark mark

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anim3tingz · 3 years

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Match-Up for zeepzo0p

Hey love! So, I decided to try something a little different for this match-up. It’s my first time doing this for a poly relationship so I hope it works out well. Enjoy! ❤️

Tag: @zeepzo0p

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My Hero Academia:

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) & Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Relationship Song: My Best Friend - Weezer/Summer Vibe - Forrest Nolan

First off, I just feel like y’all would make one hell of a cute throuple. Like, for real I can’t stop shipping y’all together.

Talk about the most laid-back and fun relationship ever. Both guys don’t take things too seriously and I feel they would be down to try anything.

So, if you’re feeling particularly spontaneous or get wrapped up in a new interest I could see them just going along for the ride and joining in on the fun. Say you get into an art phase. Like, you go all out buying supplies and whatnot. They’d be right beside you trying to paint, cross-stitch, whatever. I just see them taking part in whatever your current interest might be.

Keigo might say some sarcastic comments like, ‘Oh, yay! A new thing to waste our time & money on.’ But, don’t listen to him. Lol. He won’t admit it, but he actually finds your phases really cute. Plus, he actually likes how you open him up to other things he wouldn’t think he’d like. Taishiro, however, gets just as wrapped up as you. Lol.

Your food now...Damn. The 1st time you ever cooked for Taishiro he was hooked. Doesn’t matter what you make, this man is down. You want to try a new recipe? He’ll be your guinea pig.

It’s not a well-known fact, but Keigo is actually a pretty good cook. So, I could see the two of you cooking meals together and trying each other's new creations, bouncing ideas back and forth between each other. Lol. Expect him to play around a little bit, though. This is Keigo we’re talking about.

Both guys are very supportive of you wanting to go to culinary school, love. You follow your dreams. Your men are behind you every step of the way.

When you’re feeling a little stressed out or get the urge to partake in some “herbal medicine” I feel like Keigo would be the one to join you. He gets pretty chill when he’s on his high. Taishiro, however, tries not to partake. Lol. There was the whole ‘Munchie Incident of 2020’. His hit was a bit too strong that night and the munchies that ensued were quite insatiable. You and Keigo had fallen asleep only to awake later to see your entire house cleared of food. Poor baby was so embarrassed, he swore he’d never do that again. Lol. So, he leaves that to you and Keigo.

Movie/Streaming Nights!

Game Nights (Videogames/Board Games/Card Games)!

Keigo would be the one just sitting in the background laughing as he watches his two idiots dance.

You guys just love hanging out together so pretty much any activity that involves y’all hanging out together you guys tend to gravitate toward. Y’all are legit best friends so you spend a majority of your time together.

Lord have mercy, when Keigo and Taishiro get together. Those two put the Weasley twins to shame. So, I hope you’re up for getting pranked on. Lol. But, don’t worry Taishiro won’t let things get too out of hand.

Taishiro tends to stand as the responsible party in your relationship. Lol. Keigo’s mouth tends to get him into trouble and mix that with your slight authority problem and well...You see why Taishiro has his hands full with y’all. :)

Taishiro is that stable, kind, supportive man, while Keigo is the funny, wise-ass, who secretly has a sensitive side. Speaking of which, because of his past, letting his emotions out has always been difficult but since getting together with you he’s been able to open up a bit.

PDA:

Each man brings a little something different to the table.

For instance sweet, romantic kisses and bear hugs are practically guaranteed with Taishiro.

Meanwhile, with Keigo...PASSIONATE kisses. Plus, this man likes to cuddle. Although, don’t expect him to admit to that. As mentioned before, he’s not the best at showing his emotion but baby boy does love you.

Jealousy? A little bit. Mainly on Keigo's end, though. You might not notice it, but Keigo is envious of the relationship you and Taishiro have. You guys just seem to be so much alike that he gets a little envious, at times. Taishiro, on the other hand, is the most secure in the relationship. He loves the fact that you and him have so much in common, but he also likes the sarcastic whims that Keigo brings to the relationship. He just knows you can count on him to bring humor to any situation.

Overall, this is just a great relationship. You guys just bring out the best in each other and aren’t afraid to try new things. Plus, what’s not to like being in a relationship with your best friends. Well, that and both guys are super hot, let’s be honest. Lol. But, really. I ship y’all so hard.

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Black Clover:

Magna & Asta

Relationship Song: Break The Rules - Charlie XCX/Fallin’ - Why Don’t We

Where to start. Lol. Y’all are the most boisterous bunch EVER.

But, omg! It would be such a fun relationship.

I could just imagine you guys just talking for hours on end and never getting bored. Like, just imagine late-night convos under the stars on the roof of the base.

Whether you’re all together or one on one, the conversation just flows so easily between y’all. I think that’s one of the biggest selling points in this relationship. I mean, would you really want to be in a relationship where you can’t talk with someone? It’d be so boring.

Just like with Fatgum/Hawks, I see Magna/Asta being just as into your interest phases. These guys are such a spontaneous bunch. Lol. And, can you just imagine the humor and shenanigans that would ensue. Omg. I’d think you’d probably die from laughing so much. Especially, when the two start going at each other.

Just don’t leave these two alone together for too long. That’s when bad things tend to happen. Lol. These two LOVE to prank you. If you thought Fatgum & Hawks were bad...Honey, there’s no responsible party member here. Lol. You’ve been warned.

One funny thing about your relationship is how your cat reacts to them. Surprisingly your cat loves Magna, Asta though...Lol. Much like the anti-birds, your cat attacks Asta in nearly the same way. He doesn’t seem to understand why the cat hates him even after he’s brought him treats and toys. It’s sad, but oh boy...is it a funny sight to see.

Both babies LOVE your cooking. Like, when they hear you’re cooking they’re the first ones sitting down and practically drooling all over the table when you finally bring the food out. And, while you yourself aren’t a fan of spicy food you know Magna is and you always try to make sure to satisfy his spice cravings. Just know Magna never expects you to do that for him but he appreciates all the effort you make for him. It’s one of the many little things he loves about you. Now Asta...the boy has already guzzled down half of the buffet you laid out for the rest of the Golden Bulls. Lol. Have I mentioned he loves your cooking?

PDA:

Both babies are pretty affectionate and playful.

However, Asta is a little inexperienced, but he does his damnedest to impress you. He’ll get you flowers and let’s not forget he’d show off. A LOT. Lol.

Asta’s kisses are passionate, but a little sloppy. Like I said, he’s a little inexperienced, but after some time he’d get better. He just gets so passionate and excited that kisses often are a little rushed and sloppy. But, just know he just gets so excited whenever he’s around you he just can’t contain his emotions.

Magna...I see him actually being a romantic at heart. He’d be the smoother one of the two for sure. He loves to whisper compliments into your ear and give you forehead kisses. Plus, his kisses are...ugh. He’s a good kisser. And, that smoldering look he gives you when he goes to lean in...RIP.

Jealousy is normal between y’all. Mainly in terms of ‘you’re hanging out with so and so too much’ or ‘it’s my time with them’. They’re just like kids fighting over a toy at times. Especially Asta. Lol. That boy is just so in love with you. He just wants all your attention. Magna gets jealous too, but he mainly just fights over you to annoy Asta. These two I swear. Lol.

These boys love you so much, though. So, despite all their idiosyncrasies they always support you in whatever you choose to do. And, if you’re ever feeling low you can guarantee they’d be right there to lift you right back up. They love seeing you smile and laugh. You’re their baby and they’d do anything for you.

#open requests #anime requests #bnha #mha #black clover #keigo takami #taishiro toyomitsu #mha takami keigo #mha taishiro #mha fatgum #bnha fatgum #mha hawks #bnha hawks #mha matchup #bnha matchup #poly reader #black clover asta #black clover magna #black clover matchup

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Soulmarks, Part 20

First part

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He closed the computer with a snap, startling Marinette out of her intense yoyo-ing session.

They walked to the hole in the floor and peered down. It was pitch black, save for the little beam of light that they’d created when they’d opened it. He was tempted to drop the computer down to see just how far they were about to fall, but he decided against it. They didn’t need to give Hawkmoth any more warning than they already had.

Marinette gave him a tiny grin. “Ever broken your legs before?”

He shrugged. “A few times.”

“I don’t know if that means you’ve never done it before or you’ve done it a million times, but both concern me,” she mumbled, more to herself than to him. She took a deep breath.

She dropped down.

He waited a few seconds for her to roll out of the way and then slipped through.

Tim hit the floor and fought the urge to curse as his legs crunched underneath him. He thanked Kaalki that his suit kept him in reasonable shape and carefully pushed himself up.

The hatch shut behind them, plunging them into pure darkness. It was automated, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t put him more on edge.

Bruce always said that darkness was their friend, and there were times where Tim agreed, but this darkness felt distinctly hostile. It was hiding something other than them.

He could feel Marinette next to him, her hand resting on his forearm to keep track of where he was. He reached the other hand out and started searching around. He touched a railing. Alright, so they were on some sort of walkway...

“What are the chances that they left in the ten minutes it took to get down here?” She whispered jokingly, her nails digging into his suit. Her grip wasn’t strong enough for her to cut through, but it was enough for him to have to fight back the urge to pull away.

And then a light flicked on across the room. He blinked a few times to adjust.

His mouth fell open.

Because, at the end of a walkway, was a glass coffin. The woman inside was unmistakably Adrien’s mother, the resemblance was uncanny even from afar. She was completely motionless and far, far too pale.

But then something pulled his attention away from it. A flicker of green light, a soft shuffling sound.

Tim cursed and fumbled for his phone. He clicked it on and started pointing the screen around to try and see anything.

“They’ll see us!” Whispered Marinette, bringing her hand up to try and block the light.

And then she faltered.

Because the cat was in front of them, his green eyes casting a dim light over his face.

“Looks like they already have.”

They got into fighting positions instantly. After all, the fact that their favorite cat had decided to transform didn’t bode well for them...

He sighed and dropped his baton with a loud clatter, then perched himself on the railing by them. He pulled his phone out of seemingly nowhere and started typing: “I told dad to let me try and reason with you guys first. He’s not here. You can push me off the side of this if we try anything, promise. I just want to talk.”

Marinette mumbled something and a lantern appeared in her hand. She set it down and then motioned for him to go ahead.

Tim wished that he could see more of her face behind her mask, because he could not get a reading on her right now. He settled for just picking up the baton.

“Mari, please, just hand over the earrings.”

“I know that you miss your mom... but we can’t bring her back.”

“But it’s not just about mom!”

She raised her eyebrows skeptically.

He sighed and pulled out his phone. After a bit of typing a robotic voice explained, “I want to make it so mom never died. It’ll be great. No Hawkmoth, no Chat Noir or Ladybug or Cheval. We’d just be normal people again.”

“Chaton…”

“Heck, we can swap mom’s death and make it so Joker died that day instead.” He looked between the both of them, his eyes wide and pleading. “Don’t you want that? We’re just kids, remember? This shouldn’t have happened to any of us. So, let’s fix it.”

Marinette hesitated, messing with her yoyo. He saw her eye the phones in their hands with a guilty expression.

Tim also hesitated, but he wasn’t particularly sure why. Yes, he happened to think it a terrible idea, but this was something else. There was something terribly wrong here, he just didn’t know what.

He typed out a question to buy time: “How do we know your dad won’t betray us?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Cheval. I’ll do it myself, he doesn’t have to be involved.”

She nodded slowly and took off her earrings.

“Thanks, Mari, this means a lot to me.”

Oh. Oh fuck.

Tim covered Marinette’s hand and pushed her arm down. “Hey, Adrien, say my name.”

The cat’s eyebrows knit together.

“What’s my civilian name? Your dad isn’t here, go ahead and say it.”

Tim watched him frown and nodded to himself, extending the baton and pointing it at him.

“Nette, put back on your earrings. I don’t know for sure who this is, but it sure as hell isn’t Adrien.”

She seemed a little confused, but she did put her earrings on and mumble to transform.

They were given a confused frown for a few moments before his face contorted into an ugly sneer. “What gave me away?”

“None of her friends call her ‘Mari’, and you refused to use my name.”

He considered this for a moment. “Interesting. Oh well.”

And then the akuma winked at them and fell back. They ran to the railing, hands out to catch him, only to find he had disappeared. They gave each other wary glances before peering over the side, searching the abyss for him…

And then the lantern between them was snuffed out.

The heroes were plunged into darkness again, save for the dim glow of the cat’s eyes as it peered up at them from below.

She hated to admit it, but the idea of giving Hawkmoth her miraculous had been tempting. If he was going to go back and change everything, wouldn’t that just make everything better? Adrien would get his family back, Tim would have never been tortured, all the damage she’d done as an akuma would be completely reverted…

And then Tim had spoken up.

And she had been reminded of one fact: if all those horrible events hadn’t happened, she would have never met him, would never have made friends with Adrien or the bats...

So, sucky as her life was, she was determined to keep the only parts of it that had actually gone well for her.

She and Tim pressed their backs to each other’s instantly, their weapons out as they searched the dark. The only light was from the akuma’s eyes (which they hoped to not get close enough to use as a proper light) and the one beaming down on Emilie Agreste. They could, theoretically, use Tim’s portals for light, but they would probably need those later to get out.

No, the akuma’s apparent night vision was definitely an advantage.

“We need to get towards Adrien’s mom to see,” she murmured. “Slowly, though, don’t want him to catch on.”

Tim didn’t quite respond -- couldn’t, she reminded herself -- but he did take a tiny step in that direction. She hoped that meant he’d heard and understood as she followed after him.

Great, they had a plan in place for the future. Unfortunately, they were in the present. And the present meant pure darkness outside of a pair of creepy eyes that the akuma, unfortunately, had enough sense to keep closed most of the time.

“Where’s the akuma?” She tried. “Your ring? Your bell? Your belt-y thingy?”

The akuma chuckled lowly from her right and she fought the urge to snap her head towards the sound. She had a reading on where he was, at least.

“Where’s Adrien? Please tell me that you didn’t kill your son,” she said.

“I would never!”

She raised her eyebrows slightly. “You’ve been trying to kill us for over a year.”

“Well, I didn’t know it was him,” the akuma defended himself, and she suppressed a cringe as she realized that he was definitely getting closer…

“I’m just saying that it’s not that far-fetched for you.”

“He’s fine. I just tied him up. He’ll see reason soon. Cataclysm.”

Fuck!

She tossed her yoyo in a blind panic at where his voice had last come from, only to hear it knock against the wall uselessly.

She fought to keep her voice level as she spoke next: “And the father of the year award goes to Gabriel Agreste!” She taunted.

But, it seemed that the akuma had caught on to what she was doing, because it didn’t try and speak again. Damn it.

She glanced backwards at where the light was and she cringed. Closer, but still so far away...

She brought her gaze back in front of her and had to fight the urge to scream at the pair of lamp-like green eyes a few meters in front of her.

She gasped and pressed back against Tim to tell him to move, because the akuma was definitely advancing on them, only for the akuma to touch the panel of flooring beneath her.

The floor crumbled at her feet and she screamed as she began to fall. She tossed her yoyo and hooked it around where she knew the railing to be and breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped.

But this was short-lived, because the akuma’s eyes had shut again.

Tim grunted and there was a dull thud as he hit the walkway.

She pulled herself up as fast as she could and listened in for the gasps of pain and the sound of blows.

And then she hooked her arms around the neck of the person on top (it couldn’t be Tim, the person below didn’t have glowing eyes) and pulled back.

She felt hands literally claw at her arms and pain raced through her as her skin was ripped to shreds, but it was fine. She just needed to make him pass out, then they would be fine --.

“Cata --,” began the cat.

But he was cut off. Because a baton had been extended right into his open mouth.

This was great for Marinette, because she wasn’t immediately dusted.

This was also bad for Marinette, because the akuma had stumbled back. And now they were falling through the giant hole in the walkway.

She really could just not get a break from the falling.

The two screamed as she struggled to get a good angle to throw her yoyo and hold onto the akuma at the same time.

A blue portal opened underneath the two and suddenly they were falling towards the walkway. This would still hurt, but…

She flipped the two of them in the air and drove her knee into the akuma’s back as they slammed into the metal.

She tried not to think of the way the akuma’s spine snapped underneath her. At least she didn’t have to worry about fighting anymore. Besides, she had an akuma to find.

She grabbed the belt first and tugged it off, then sliced it in half with her yoyo. No purple light. No akuma.

Then she tried the ring. She crushed it in her hand. Nothing.

Then she grabbed his bell and slammed it against the floor to break it. Purple. Thank god.

She caught the akuma and looked around.

“Cheval, light,” she said. She didn’t wait for a response as they ran to the beam of light. She allowed herself to relax slightly when they got there. They’d have a few second break as the akuma left his system to breathe.

Her eyes traveled down to her scratched up and bloody arms, only to catch on the tiny pin in her hand...

Her mouth dropped open.

No. Way.

“Cheval. Cheval.” She turned to look at him and she gave him a brilliant smile as she held up her prize for him to see. “We won!”

“We…?” He finally took it in and a smile began to break across his bruised and slightly bloody face. “We won,” he breathed.

“We won! Oh my god, I could kiss you right now!”

He nodded eagerly.

She giggled and hooked her arm around his neck despite the fact that it was throbbing painfully and bleeding, pulling him down for a kiss. He responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

Gabriel groaned and started to push himself up, only to get beaned by a yoyo and a baton at the same time.

She broke away a few seconds later and sent Tim a smile before turning to where she knew Gabriel to be.

Her smile twisted into something a little more bitter, more sinister. She twirled her yoyo lazily.

“Now, you said Adrien was tied up somewhere. Mind telling me where?”

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puckinginsane · 3 years

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What Am I?

Jamie Benn one shot

Warningsish : Smuttyish language. A curse? I think just one.

Words : 7.8K

I really hope y’all like it. I worked really hard on this.

🎵 Tell me, have you seen a sunset Turn into a sunrise? Kiss right through the night? 'Cause we should try that sometime Hold you 'til the mornin' And if I said I'm fallin' Would you just reply "I know you are, but what am I?"🎵

I usually don't go to bars or clubs with the intent of picking up a guy. Sometimes it happens, but most of the time I'm there to have a good time with my friends and get a little tipsy. Not tonight. Tonight I am here to get drunk and to get laid. It's one of those nights where the only way I'm going to escape life for a while is to get hammered and make bad decisions. Lately life has given me one punch in the gut after the other so I need a win.

I've already spotted my target. I've been watching him on and off for the last 45 minutes. He's tall, tatted, handsome. Built like an ox but hasn't said much all night. The guys he's with have all the energy and he's the observer. We've locked eyes a few times throughout the night but he'd always just look away. I'm not sure it's me he even saw. It's a bit busy in here tonight.

I watch as his friends try to convince him to go to the club with them but he insists they go on without him. He's nursing the rest of his beer so if I'm going to make a move it's gotta be now. I push any thoughts of doubt out of my mind. I need to just go for it. No more waiting for something to happen. If I want it to happen I’m going to have to make it happen myself. And what I want is for him to take me home and make me forget all of my problems, something I thought the alcohol was going to do but it’s done a shitty job so far.

I sit on the open stool next to him and lean on my elbow on the bar. "You should have gone with them. They look like fun."

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, intensity in his eyes, then just looks down at the bar and shakes his head. "I'm not interested in the fun they're looking for tonight."

I inch closer to him. "What kind of fun are you looking for? I'm looking for some fun myself." I place my hand delicately on his forearm, not sure of how he's going to react to it. He flexes under my touch but doesn't pull away. "Some anonymous fun just for tonight. To escape life for a while." I give him my best I want to fuck you eyes and hope he feels the same way about me.

"I'm looking for the kind where I finish this beer and head home."

"That doesn't sound very fun at all, unless you're taking me with you."

"That is the fun I'm trying to avoid."

"Shame." I drink the last bit of my drink and call the bartender over. I'm not going to be taking no for an answer tonight and he's the one I want, I need, to take my mind off of everything. I order us a few rounds of shots. "You need something stronger." I hope he doesn't reject me. My experience with men is that most of the time they can't resist shots with an attractive woman, no matter how hard they want to fight it.

To my surprise, he picks up the shot glass and looks me dead in the eyes as he takes it. Suddenly it's about fifty degrees hotter in here and I think you could hear my heart beating from across the bar. "Aren't you going to have yours?" He has a cheeky tone in his voice, knowing that my panties have disintegrated into nothing simply by the way he's looking at me.

I almost forgot. I can barely remember my own name as he continues to look at me with those eyes. "Of course." I take my shot while keeping eye contact with him, the same as he did with me. "Another?"

"Why do you want to escape so badly?"

"Rough week, month, year. I just wanna feel good tonight, for once." Does he really want to know? I want to skip the life stories and get right to being naked.

He picks up a shot glass and hands it to me before picking one up for himself. "I hear that."

We do a few more shots and I'm trying to study him, but I can't get a read on him. I can't tell if this is going somewhere or if he just wants to get drunk with me and leave. He's not exactly flirting, but he's not rejecting my advances either. He's a bit mysterious how he sits there not saying much with his mouth, but saying everything with his eyes. He needs this as much as I do, whatever this turns out to be. I can tell.

“We can continue to do this or we can get out of here for some fun. I know you want fun. Why deny yourself? Let’s get out of here.”

He stares me down, pursing his lips together. Is he actually thinking or does he just want to watch me squirm? “One more drink then I’ll get us an Uber.”

“You’re serious?” I was almost expecting for him to turn me down again.

“I’m serious. You wore me down.”

“Don’t act like I’m forcing you.”

“You are.” The ends of his mouth curl up into a smirk.

He wants to act all innocent but he’s got a bad side to him and it comes through more and more as the night goes on. He’s not fooling me. We each have one more drink before closing out the tab and heading outside to wait for our Uber. I am still surprised that we are about to go back to his place. I’m not nervous. I thought I’d be nervous. I look up at him and he’s staring at his phone, jaw clenched. I can’t help thinking about all of the things I want to do with him. I can’t wait to kiss those pillowy lips of his.

He leans in close to talk to me. “He’s almost here.” He awkwardly places his hand on my back, almost wrapping his arm around me but changing his mind halfway through. I feel him relax a few seconds later. The last thing I want is for him to feel awkward around me. The whole point of leaving together is to feel good and have some meaningless sex.

When we get in the car I lean up against him and to my surprise he doesn’t tense up when I do. It’s nice. The one thing I notice is that he is so warm. He must be nice to snuggle up against on a cold day. That is something I definitely should not be thinking about right now. This is going to be a one night stand. Anonymous sex. One and done. A no sleepover situation. The walk of shame. All of those cliché phrases that means I will never see him or think about him again.

The ride is quiet, but not awkward. The alcohol is really starting to hit me, now that we’ve left the bar. I can feel myself smiling like a dopey idiot. I’ve accomplished what I set out to do tonight. I just hope it’s worth it. I hope that it does help me escape the way I need it to.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he mutters in my ear, sending chills down my spine, making me wish this guy would drive 50 miles per hour faster than he is right now.

“I’m good. You good?”

“I’m great.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Good.”

For some reason this doesn’t feel like I’m about to go home with some random guy and have sloppy drunk sex. My limited experience has been that we are all over each other from the bar to wherever we’re going. Kissing, touching, flirting. There’s really been none of that here. I wonder if I’m making a mistake, that I was too eager, that I’m going to be left wanting more.

I quickly learn that not only are we not on the same page, but that he’s also full of surprises when the car pulls up to Top Golf and stops, not his house, where I thought we were going. We get out of the car. I can’t believe I thought he was taking me home with him. I should have known. I should have listened to my instincts. Maybe I should have been more specific.

“You know this isn’t the kind of fun I was talking about, right?”

“It’s not?”

I have no idea if he’s being serious or if he’s messing with me. “No. It’s not.”

“Oops. We might as well go in, we’re here.”

“This is really what you want to do?”

“You want fun. This is fun.”

“If you say so.”

He places both hands on my shoulders. “I promise you’ll have a good time.”

"Allriiiiiight. I'm counting on you."

"Mini golf or driving range?"

I can't believe he's serious. "I'm feeling adventurous tonight so driving range. I've never done it before."

He grins. "This should be interesting."

We head inside, choose a bay, order drinks and food, and get started on whatever is happening right now. At this point I'm just going with the flow.

He sits down in front of the scoring screen. "We have to put our names in for the scoring. What's yours? I'll put them in."

"This is supposed to be anonymous fun."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine. Nicknames?"

"Perfect."

"What should I put for you?"

"My friends call me Bunny."

"That's cute. Bunny it is."

I watch as he enters my name, then his. "Why are you Chubbs?"

"Just a nickname that stuck. Why are you Bunny?"

"Because I have endless energy. I go go go."

He raises an eyebrow and looks back over his shoulder at me. "Not other reasons?"

I smile. “There might be.”

He smirks before standing up. “The clubs are over there. We each are going to get ten turns to hit the targets. The harder the target, the more points you get.”

“Wait. Hold up. I thought I was just gonna be hitting a bunch of balls. There’s points involved?”

“Yeah. It’s a game. It’s just for fun, though.”

“Alright.”

“You take your club, wave it over here like this, and a ball will pop out.” He shrugs. “Then you just hit it. Don’t let go of the club, though.”

“I won’t. What do you think I am?”

He gets all in my face. “Drunk.” He belly laughs and I can’t help laughing too. “Do you want me to show you how to hold the club, how to swing well?”

“As tempting as that offer is I think I can handle it. Thank you.” I start to step up to take my turn, but then look back at him. “If you get that close to me, touch me, then golf is the last thing I’m going to want to do.”

"Don't you wanna go hard and deep, though?" Putting purposeful emphasis on hard and deep, obviously to drive me crazy..

Unexpected. I almost drop my club “Ok, yeah, let’s just get out of here.”

“Go. Hit the ball. It’ll make you feel better.”

He's actually torturing me now. And enjoying it. How can he flirt like that and act like it's nothing? I normally hate games, but I like this game he's playing. One look from him and I am a puddle of goo. Each word out of his mouth is carefully selected and has a purpose. He knows exactly what he's doing and it only makes me want him more.

The waitress comes over and drops off our drinks and food so I take a long sip of my drink before going back to the tee to take my shot. I try to focus on the ball as I can feel his eyes burning a hole in me. I don’t dare look at him because I will lose my concentration. I’ve only ever played mini golf and never actually driven a ball before so this should be interesting. I will be happy with any kind of contact with the ball.

I’ve seen this done a billion times, ok maybe not that much, but enough for it not to be impossible to do. Sure, I’m feeling a little loose but it’s not like I’m trying to perform brain surgery. All I have to do is hit the ball out there somewhere. I grip the club the way I think I should and I swing back and hit the ball. It is not graceful and I barely touch it and the ball weakly goes off to the side. How embarrassing.

He stands up and walks towards me. "What was that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Not everyone can be professional golfers like you apparently are."

"I'm not, but my two year old niece has a better swing than that."

"I'm in heels and I'm drunk."

"Excuses. I’m drunk too."

"I don't know you well enough to have to take this abuse from you, you know."

"You should take your heels off "

"If you wanted me to get undressed, you should have just taken me back to your place."

“It’ll be way easier but go ahead and be stubborn if you want.”

I take my heels off and my feet feel a hundred percent better. I also feel significantly shorter standing in front of him now. "Now I can be Tiger Woods."

He laughs. "I wouldn't go that far. At least better than a two year old I hope."

“Let’s see what you got, Chubbs.” I sit down and lean back on the couch and watch as he grabs a club and steps up to the machine. He is one beautiful sight of a man.

“Watch closely.”

“Believe me, I am, there is nothing that could make me take my eyes off of you.”

He bashfully smiles and looks at the ground before moving his ball to where he wants it. He explains to me how and why he grips the club the way that he is, tells me the proper way to swing the club, what to do with my hips, everything I need to know to do better in my next turn. He hits the ball and looks way more graceful than I did. There’s a satisfying tink sound when the club hits the ball. It lands close to the target but doesn’t hit it. He mutters under his breath at himself. How could he be angry at that? To me it looked perfect. He turns towards me. “You think you got it now?”

“I think so.”

I feel a lot more sturdy without my heels on. I am feeling more confident in myself this time. I am going to crush this ball. I try to remember everything he was saying to me but it was hard to concentrate on the words when there are so many other things to focus on. His perfectly kissable lips, those dark brown eyes that I just can't get enough of, the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man or a woman. I could go on. I take a swing and this time I can feel the contact with the ball. It goes flying and I jump up and down. "I did it! I did it!" I could not be more proud of myself.

He darts up from the chair. "That was great! Way to go, Bunny!" He holds his hand up for a high five and I smack it. "Felt good, didn't it?" He hugs me.

"Felt really good." I look up at him smiling and he's looking down at me. "This feels good too."

He smiles and licks his lower lip. "You're gonna be harder competition than I thought."

“You said it’s just for fun.”

“Mhmm. Winning is fun.” He nudges me a few times with the cutest smile on his face. I can’t help giggling. I love that he’s starting to let go and be happy. He looked so sad in the bar and here he seems to be in his element.

I pick up the menu. “I’m going to order myself a drink. Want one?”

“Don’t you think you should go easy on the drinks?”

“I’ll be fiiiiiine. It’ll just be one. Maybe two. Want one? Oh my god orange dream sounds amazing. I’m ordering two and you can have one if you want.”

He grins. “We’ll see.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pay for them.”

“Nonsense. Order whatever you want. I got it.”

“You sure? I don’t mind. I’m not trying to play games or anything.”

“I’m sure. I wanted to come here and I’d never let a woman pay. It was nice of you to offer, though.”

“Ok. If you change your mind let me know.”

He steps up to his ball and hits it so, so far. “I won’t.” He smiles. “Your turn.”

I get up and grab my club. "If the waitress comes by can you order those two orange dreams for me?"

"Yeah. I can. Still think you should go easy."

"They water the drinks down at these places. I'll be fine. It's cute that you're so worried, though.”

“You’re cute.” He says it low and bashful and has made himself blush, but he has the most adorable smile on his face that he couldn’t fight even though he is trying his hardest.

I think I’m blushing too. I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t sure he was even into me. “Thanks.” I can’t fight this dumb smile on my face either. He’s got me all flustered now. The first time I swing at the ball I miss it entirely. “Fuck!” I look back to see that he’s busy ordering from the waitress and didn’t see my epic fail so I play it off and go again like it was my first time. I try to concentrate on the ball but I can’t help looking back and watching him. He’s so damn attractive that it hurts not to be close to him. I actually connect with my second attempt and I actually hit one of the targets. I wasn’t even trying. “I hit it! Did you see? I hit the target!”

He looks up on the screen and sees the score. “Sweet! I saw! I ordered drinks and some more food. Are you cool with nachos and chips and guac?”

“I am very ok with those things. Thank you.”

He walks very close to me on the way to take his shot and stops while he’s right next to me and leans down. “I saw you miss, by the way.”

“Maybe I need you to show me how to swing after all.”

“I thought you couldn’t handle it.” He’s still talking directly into my ear, which is making me weak in the knees.

“I want it anyway.”

“Too bad it’s my turn.” He leans against me for a second before walking away. I watch that perfect ass walk all the way to the tee. I’ve decided that watching him play is way more fun than getting up there and making a fool out of myself every time.

I step up to take my turn. “I’d like that help now, if you’re still offering.”

He smiles. “Yeah, I’m still offering.” He starts to position himself behind me and just as he is about to get right up against me and hold onto my hands his phone rings. He mutters several curses under his breath and steps back. “It’s my brother. I gotta take this. I won’t be long. Just go ahead and take your turn.”

I sigh. Of course his brother would call. He was close enough for me to feel the heat off of his body and the anticipation of his hands on me has gotten my heart racing. I don’t want to go. I want to wait, but I don’t want to seem desperate so I take my turn and it’s ok. I am not going to be a golf master any time soon.

He ends his phone call rather quickly, but not before our food and drinks get brought to us. I sit down and wait for him to join me before digging in. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be. Family's important."

He nods. "Yeah. Very."

"Is….. everything ok?"

"Yup. He just got out of work and wanted to talk. I'll catch up with him later."

"Or tomorrow."

He blushes. "We'll see."

We eat our food and have our drinks before he takes his next shot. For this being an anonymous night we sure are learning a lot about each other and having great conversation. No names, though, we have both agreed that it would be more fun that way. We are going to stick with Bunny and Chubbs. I am having one of the best nights of my life. This has been so unexpected and fun and taking my mind off of everything that’s been getting me down lately. Chubbs might just be my new hero.

“I was wrong about those drinks, they were not as watered down as I thought they’d be. I’m cool, though. Ice cold.”

He chuckles. “Is that so?”

“It’s soooo so.”

“Alright then, ice queen, I believe it’s my turn.”

“Kick that ball’s ass, Chubbs!”

“I will. Just for you, Bunny.”

I get all giddy when he says my name, well, my nickname. I’ll never look at it the same way again. My friends call me it as a goof almost, but to him that’s who I am. I didn’t think I could have this much fun with a stranger. Talking with him at the bar, I would have never thought this is how my night would end up. I really thought I was going to be leaving alone. He has a cocky swagger as he walks up to take his turn. He looks back at me before he goes, perhaps to make sure that I’m watching him.

I never thought I would ever have this much fun doing anything golf related. I am going to have to come back here with my friends. Chubbs and I continue on with our game and of course he gets more points than me. That was never a question. Golf is obviously something he loves and this was my first time and it doesn’t help that I’m drunk. I wonder if I would do any better while sober. I’ll have to find out at some point.

As our number of rounds start to wind down I start to wonder what comes next. I want to keep hanging out with him. My initial intentions are still there, maybe even stronger than before. I wonder if he will want to continue the night or just go home. We have been flirting the whole time, but I still can’t get a great read on him when it comes to his intentions.

He shakes my hand. “Good game.” He looks at the floor and then all around. “There’s other things we can do here if you want.”

I smile. He wants to keep hanging out, that’s a good sign. I really want to get him alone, though. “Did you wanna get out of here? We can go to my place or your place...if that’s something you want to do.”

“Your place is good.”

My whole face lights up. I was kind of expecting him to turn me down. “It is?”

“Yeah.”

I immediately take my phone out and open Uber to get us a ride to my place. “We should wait outside.”

“In a hurry?” he asks in that asmused at himself tone that I’ve gotten used to. He loves to tease. It’s annoying how much I like it.

“Maybe a little.” I start to walk away.

“You’re gonna leave your shoes here?”

I stop and turn around. He has the biggest grin on his face. I am so happy I amuse him so much. “Oops.” I put them back on. “Now we can go.” He is close behind me, not touching, but close enough that it feels like he is.

It feels as if life is going in slow motion as I watch the little car on the Uber app inch through the map on its way to us. I wasn’t sure this moment was actually going to happen and I really don’t want to give him time to change his mind. No matter what happens when we get to my place doesn’t matter anymore. I just don’t want this night to end. I’m not ready to say goodbye forever to him just yet.

“You’re impatient.” I can hear the amusement in his voice as he looks over my shoulder at my screen.

“I always watch the map.”

“You like to be in control.”

I shrug. “Depends.”

He leans in close. “I do.”

I feel that in all of the right places and it takes everything in me not to jump on him right here and now. “Where is this fucking car?”

He points at my screen. “Right there.” I look at him in almost disbelief. Who is this man and why is he drawing me in like this? His shoulders shake as he chuckles to himself.

I bite my lower lip. He’s charming without even trying. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my entire life. The car pulls up in front of us. “And here it is.”

The vibe in this Uber is way different than the vibe in the Uber on the way here. I can tell he wants me. His body language is the polar opposite. On the way here he was so tense and standoffish, now he is more relaxed and he couldn’t be closer to me. Our legs rub up against each other and I smile. Any contact with him sends electricity through my veins. He very confidently places his hand on my thigh and leaves it there. He wouldn't dare think about touching me on the way here. I rub his hand with mine, then move it back to my lap.

I continue to watch the map as we get on our way, purely out of habit. “Should be there in about fifteen minutes,” I mutter to him, as if I don’t want the driver to hear me. I have no idea why. It’s not like he doesn’t know. I rest my head on his arm. I guess I’m feeling more comfortable too, no longer worried about scaring him away. He agreed to come home with me and we both know where this is headed. I feel the weight of his head on mine and can't help smiling. It's been entirely too long since I've been this close to anyone. It feels nice. It doesn't matter that I don't know his name, this is exactly what I needed.

When we get up to my door I have a bit of a difficult time finding my keys in my purse. I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face as I continue to struggle. I finally grab them and fumble with them as I try to get my key in the lock.

He chuckles. “Are you sure you live here?”

“Yes I live here. I’m just…” I finally get the key in the keyhole.

“Drunk.”

“I got it in, didn’t I?” I open the door and we step in. “Here we are.”

He looks around. “This is nice. Bigger than I thought it would be.”

“It’s a great space. I lucked out on getting it. There were a few people interested. Do you want the grand tour?”

“Sure.”

I take him all around my place, unsure if he actually wants to know about any of this stuff. I walk through as fast as I can so I don’t bore him to death. Of course I save my bedroom for the end of the tour, that’s the most important room.

"This is my bedroom, ya know, where the magic happens."

"Magic, eh? Full of yourself."

"I practice my card tricks in here. What are youuuuu referring to?"

"You can do card tricks? Show me."

I laugh entirely too hard. Of course he called me on my bluff. "I can't! I don't know any." I go into a fit of giggles. “I was just joking. Ever hear of one?”

He smiles. "You're so drunk."

"Takes one to know one, bud." I poke his chest and he watches my finger as I do it. “Besides, I’m not that drunk anymore.”

“Still pretty drunk.”

“I blame all of those extra Top Golf drinks.”

“You mean the ones I told you to go easy on?”

“Mhmm. Yup. Those would be the ones.”

He takes a quick look around. “Cozy.”

“Maybe you’ll find out just how cozy later.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Later?”

“Yeah, I saved the best for last. Wanna see the roof?”

“You’re not going to push me off, are you?”

I laugh. “Nah. Too messy.”

The rooftop terrace is the main reason why I bought this condo. Situations like this is why I wanted a rooftop terrace. I bring a good looking guy home and get to say the line, wanna go up to the roof? And the roof is actually the best part of the whole place. It’s private, cozy, romantic, and all mine. I keep telling myself I am going to start a garden up here, but it’s probably never going to happen.

“I only moved in a month ago so I haven’t finished decorating up here.” Right now all I have is seating and a few tables. Some are single seats and some can seat two or more people.

“You should put an outdoor chess table over there.”

“A chess table? On no. You’re a nerd, aren’t you? I brought a nerd home with me. What have I done? How did this happen?”

"Takes one to know one." He smiles, so proud of himself.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny. A game isn’t a bad idea, but not chess.” We sit down on one of the couches. For outdoor furniture, it is pretty comfortable.

“This is pretty nice. Do you spend a lot of time up here?”

“Yeah, most of my time. I love being outside and I could do a lot of things on my iPad. I want to get a fire pit, I just haven’t decided on which one yet. It’s gonna be awesome.”

“If you can’t have a backyard this is the next best thing, for sure.”

"Yeah. I want a house eventually, but this will do for now. I love it."

Something in the corner catches his eye and I follow his eyes to try to figure out what he's so fascinated with. "What's in there?"

I finally realize he's looking at the cabinet. "Oh! Come with me. I'll show you." I love showing off everything I've bought for up here. I think my friends are a little sick of it so I'm glad I have someone new to show. I open the cabinet to reveal all of the goodies I have stored in there. "I may have gone a little crazy. There's the hammock. I don't like to have it out all of the time since it takes up so much room. I have extra blankets and pillows for when I wanna get snuggled up out here so I don't have to go back inside to get any."

"Smart."

"Thank you. I have these little heaters for when it gets cold, and I plan to get one of those tall ones eventually. A broom and some other boring stuff and that's about it."

"Looks like you're prepared for any situation."

"I try to be. It's also a bit of laziness because once I'm out here I don't want to have to go in and out to get stuff."

"And yet you don't have a fridge or cooler out here."

"It's a work in progress. It's on the list, believe me. I still have a lot of plans for this place. It’s my chance at a fresh start.”

“Seems like a good place to start to me.”

I nod. “I hope so.”

"So, who are you trying to forget tonight?"

"I never said it was a who."

"It's always a who."

"Who is your who then?"

He shakes his head. "Mmmno. I asked you first."

"It's a lot of different things, not just a guy."

"But there is a guy."

"Was a guy. What about you?"

"No guy for me."

"Who's the girl, smartass?"

"I never said I was trying to forget anyone."

"But you are. That's why you're here."

"I'm here because you're persistent."

"Is that all?"

"That's all."

I could bring up the fact he has a tattoo on his bicep that's a heart with KT in the middle, but I don't want to scare him off. He obviously doesn't want to talk about it. I've made it this far, it's better to just drop it and move on.

I take a deep breath. "We were in bed one night. Nothing crazy or unusual. We were just on our phones, about to go to sleep. He turns to me and says 'remember when we were happy?' which confused the hell out of me because I thought we were happy. I thought things were perfect. Looking back on it now I know they weren't perfect but they seemed like it at the time. I was happy, though. I didn't need perfect. I just needed us. I still...I miss him?" I figure if I open up maybe he will too.

"You don't sound sure."

"Maybe I just miss what we had. That's never coming back whether we're together or not. He wasn't happy and there was nothing I could do to change that."

"And you think tonight is gonna help."

"It has already."

He grins. "Told you."

"You know what? I'm tired of your smug and cocky attitude."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am." I go to playfully push him but he grabs my wrists and stops me.

"You're blushing." I try to pull away but he's got a good grip on me. Not hurting me, but way stronger than I am. "Not so fast."

I'm too drunk to even attempt to hide the giddy smile on my face. He smiles back at me with those dimples and crinkle eyes that I've been falling for all night. "It'll be way more fun if you let go."

He hesitates but then slowly lets go and I try to tickle him but he stops me again. "What are you doing?" He's amused. He continues smiling and stumbles a bit.

I laugh as I try to hold him up, as if I'm doing anything. If he were to actually fall we'd both be on the floor. "You ok there, wobbles?"

He looks me in the eyes and sways a little bit. "Fine."

"Are you gonna tell me about your who?"

He shakes his head. "No." He runs his fingers through my hair. We haven't broken eye contact this whole time. All I want is for him to kiss me, although I could look into his eyes all night and be perfectly fine with that.

He slowly leans in and kisses me. I'm a little in shock at first. I was beginning to think it wasn't going to happen. He holds onto the back of my head and I kiss him back. I never want it to end. We deepen the kiss and it becomes more passionate. It’s very intimate for two people who just met, who don’t even know each other’s names. We become more and more desperate for each other and our hands begin to wander and explore each other’s bodies.

He runs his hands up and down my back, his fingertips just graze my ass and start to wander back up. I almost whimper and his hands stray further and further away from my ass. I want him to grab it, push me up against a wall, and have his way with me. I slip my hands under his shirt to touch the skin on his back. I am craving skin contact and need to touch more. He’s taking his time with his hands exploring my body and normally I would get impatient and want to get right to the action, but kissing him and feeling his hands all over me is a new form of heaven I didn’t know existed.

He finally caresses my ass as he moves from my lips to my neck and I swear my pants evaporate from the heat my body is generating. His hands mirror mine and go under my shirt and it’s electricity through my veins when he makes contact. I kiss around his ear. “Just take it off,” I say, almost in a whisper, in his ear.

He kisses up my neck and to my ear as he messes with my bra. I’d be impressed if he could unclasp it like this. “Can people see us?”

“I don’t know, but we can go inside if you want.” His ass has been calling my name all night so I take this opportunity to grab it and it’s so much nicer than I thought. I don’t move my hands, I am going to be touching this all damn night.

He makes a noise in my ear and nibbles on my earlobe. It seems as if he’s enjoying it as much as I am. “Yes. Inside. Now.”

I smile and kiss him nice and long before grabbing his hand and taking him inside. Somehow he had gotten my bra unclasped so I take it off from under my shirt and leave it on the chair in my office, which is what leads out to the roof. Before we get any further he stops us, holds onto my hips, and kisses me. His lips are perfect and I wish I could kiss him all night. I know I’m drunk so I’m trying not to be a drunken, sloppy mess about it. I want him to want to kiss me all night as well.

We get to my bedroom and he kicks his sneakers off right away, then he takes his hat off and places it on my dresser. His hair flops down into his face and he runs his fingers through it to push it back on his head and out of his eyes. How have I spent all of this time with him and not known that he has the greatest hair known to man. It’s like porn. It just falls right back into his face. I run my fingers through it for him this time and he smiles as he leans down to kiss me again. He hovers in front of my lips, just out of reach, and rubs his nose along mine. The tease. I palm him through his jeans and he bucks his hips towards my hand. I don’t mind taking our time, but I am not going to be teased. I fucking want him and want him right now.

When I set out tonight I was hoping to have some sloppy, drunk, meaningless sex. I did not expect to meet a guy, go out on a date, take him back to my place, and have some of the best sex of my life but that is exactly what has happened. I thought it needed to be anonymous and a one night thing and I’d never have to see him again, but how can I let this guy walk out of my life forever after tonight? I can’t. I have a feeling he feels the same way. I hope he does anyway. As we lie in my bed catching our breath I wonder if these same thoughts are going through his head. It’s still so hard to read him. All I know is that he definitely had as good of a time as I did.

"You should stay. There’s a great view of the sunrise from the roof." This is going against everything I thought tonight was going to be, not like the rest of it has gone to plan. I don't even know what's happening anymore. "Unless you have somewhere to be in the morning."

"Nowhere to be. I can stay." His voice is soft. I don't think he's believing tonight was real either.

“I can get a blanket from the cabinet. They’re nice and fluffy.”

“Do you want to go back up there now? It’s a nice night.”

“Are you sick of seeing me naked already? Alright, I get the hint.” I nudge him and laugh. We probably should get out of bed, though, I don’t want to get too used to him being here.

He laughs and nudges me back. “If we stay here longer I’ll wind up falling asleep and I’ll miss it.”

“You’re right.” I sit up and he runs his hand up and down my back. I can’t help smiling. “I’m gonna put sweats and a shirt on if that’s ok with you.”

“Whatever you want.”

We clean ourselves up in my bathroom before getting dressed. I grab some water from my fridge before we head outside just in case we get thirsty. It’s the perfect night to stay up and watch the sunrise. It’s not too cold, there really isn’t any kind of breeze even. The sky is clear so if I didn’t live in the middle of a big city I bet we’d see a sky full of stars. He sits on the couch and I get a blanket from the cabinet. I hate to admit that I am really looking forward to snuggling with him. I sit next to him and we get all cuddled up under the blanket.

We talk a little bit about my other plans for the deck and he tells me about his first apartment he lived in when he moved to Dallas. I love talking to him, nothing is awkward. The conversation is flowing and I feel like we have a nice connection. No matter what happens after he leaves tonight, this has been pretty special. We might also be doing a little bit of kissing in between talking and that doesn’t hurt either.

“I do have a who.” We hadn’t spoken in a few minutes but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a silence that let us enjoy the night sky and gave us time to think about what’s gone on tonight so far.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s ok. I want to.” He sighs and pulls me closer to him and mindlessly traces circles on my arm. “We were starting to grow apart. We had our own careers, our own goals. We did the long distance thing for a while but it wasn’t working out so we took a break. I think it hit me way harder than it hit her and I probably should have taken that as a sign that it was time to move on, but I didn’t. We tried again but it just wasn’t the same. It was hard to admit but it just wasn’t working anymore.”

“That sucks. You think you’re with the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with and then you gotta start all over again.”

“I wasn’t looking to just yet. I don’t know what I want right now.”

“You don’t have to know yet.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what I want either. Tonight was not something I regularly do.”

“Same goes for me.”

“The one night stand part or the taking a random stranger on a date part?”

He grins, showing those irresistible dimples. “Both.”

“Well, it was a pretty great night, so thank you.”

“You came up to me and wouldn’t give up so I should be thanking you too.”

“You thanked me a few times already.”

He blushes and buries his face in my hair. “That was fun.”

“I told you.”

He belly laughs and pulls my head to rest on his shoulder. We still have a little while until the sun rises but we find ways to occupy ourselves until then. When I first saw this rooftop deck this is exactly what I imagined I’d be doing on it, I just never thought it would actually come true. I couldn’t have asked for a better night escaping all of my problems. I know they’ll be there to deal with tomorrow, but it was great to escape them for one night. I hope I helped him escape for a little while too.

By the time the sun starts to rise we are both sober and struggling to stay awake, but we manage to see the whole thing and it does not disappoint. The sky is covered with yellow and orange as the sun says good morning. I am happy I asked him to stay and that he agreed to. I always feel that when I start my day off with a beautiful sunrise, that it’s going to be a good day. I would normally take a picture of it, but I’m too busy watching him be in awe. I never knew that when I bought this place that I would have the best view in the city.

I sigh, knowing that he’s probably going to be leaving soon and not knowing what the future holds for us. I could offer to make breakfast. He said he didn’t have anywhere to be today. I think I’m too tired to move, though. We do have to sleep at some point. I could ask him to come back inside and sleep the day away with me but I think that’s a little too ambitious. I try to study his face and get some kind of idea what he’s thinking. I see joy in his eyes so maybe there’s a chance.

He looks at me smiling. “This is amazing. I’m glad I stayed.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I am exhausted and should probably go home and get some sleep.”

My heart sinks a little. “I’d offer to drive you but I’d never make it back. I’m pretty tired myself.”

“I’ll take an Uber.”

We stand up and I fold up my blanket and put it back in the cabinet. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Thanks.”

We make it to the door and I decide that I’m going to let this be what it was supposed to be, a one night thing. Although, it’s pretty much killing me that I don’t even know his name. I should not have made that stupid rule. He hugs me before opening the door. I hug him back and don’t want to let go, but I know I have to so I do.

It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open at this point but I look up at him just to get one last look before he goes. “I know we agreed no names, but I would really like to know yours.”

He shrugs. “That’s what next time is for.”

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria's life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : And there it is, the first chapter of this fic I have been working on for a few weeks now! I'll post every Friday! A very BIG thank you too @maggiescarborough for all her precious help and thanks to whom this is story is way better than originally ahah!

Warnings : mention of blood and death

Chapter 1 : I'm fallin' so I'm takin' my time on my ride

“Vicky you shouldn’t drive home so late.”

Victoria sighs as she climbs down the few stairs from her parents’ house down to the garden, her mother following her close. It’s dark and the motion detector activates the outdoor light, making the little path leading to where she parked her car more visible.

“Stay for the night at least, you can leave early.” Her mother insists, arms crossed upon her chest to protect herself from the cold.

“I can’t mom.” She unlocks her car, throwing her bag on the passenger seat before turning around and leaning against the door. “I have to open the shop tomorrow and I don’t want to be late if there’s too many people on the road.”

“That’s not safe, Vicky.”

“Come on, mom, it’s not the first time I’m driving during the night.” She exhales, sitting in the car and starting it. “I’ll text you when I’m home.” She smiles, ignoring her mother’s eye roll and closing the door.

She slowly drives away from her parents' house, an old house lost in the middle of Essex. Her mother wasn't wrong about the risk of driving during the night on country roads, but Vicky took this road so many times, she's not really worried. She turns on the radio and turns the sound up when she recognizes the melody of Ride by Twenty one Pilots. Her fingers tap the steering wheel in rhythm with the drum, her head nodding regularly. She knows that song by heart and can't resist singing the lyrics as she drives in the direction of London.

After half an hour of driving, a heavy rain is now falling, Vicky starts to regret not having listened to her mother. She woke up early this morning to be in time for the family lunch her parents have been harassing her about for a month. She yawns, her hand passing through her blond hair as she drives on a small quite deserted road. She tries to turn up the music louder to not fall asleep, but inevitably, her head starts to nod and her eyelids grow heavier. She closes her eyes, just one second, but when she opens them again, she’s blinded by the headlights of another car in front of her. Panicked, she hits the brake with all her strength, a slew of insults escaping her lips. The person in the vehicle in front seems to do the same and swerves. But inevitably, the two cars meet and the shock makes Vicky’s head hit the steering wheel violently.

For a long moment, it’s just darkness and silence and Victoria finds it awkwardly peaceful. She feels weak and out of her body, the strangest feeling she has ever felt. She can’t tell how long she’s been that way but suddenly it vanishes. She’s overwhelmed by all her senses who awaken at the same time. She panics, the feeling of her heart beating resounding in her whole body and the air painfully filling her lungs. She abruptly opens her eyes, straightening until the back of her head hits the car seat.

It takes her a few minutes to calm her breath and to realize where she is, morning’s light blinding her. She’s still in her car, the windshield broken in a million pieces dispersed everywhere. She quickly notices the blood on the steering wheel and her clothes and immediately she brings her fingers to her forehead and indeed she finds fresh blood, but no wound. It should have reassured her, however it horrifies her. She tries to open the door and has to force it to finally leave the car. In the process, she falls on the floor and crawls to move away from the vehicle. The sleeves of her shirt are torn and stained with blood, but again, she’s perfectly healthy. Her confusion makes her sick and she leans on a side to throw up, her whole body shaking with a long thrill.

Once her stomach is emptied she starts to look around her, now that there’s daylight she is able to see the fields that expand as far as the eye can see. She’s alone on this road, with her car with smoke coming out of the hood and absolutely no sign of the other vehicle. She stands on her feet, her legs shaking, and walks a little further to see if there’s anyone.

“They fucking left me alone.” She grumbles as she realizes she really was utterly alone.

She walks back to her car and grabs her bag and jacket before searching her phone. When she finally has a hand on it, she sighs of relief. Though it doesn’t last long as she discovers how the screen is cracked.

“New car and new phone it is, then.” Victoria speaks to herself, more to try to stay calm than anything. Fortunately, it’s still working but she realises right after that there's no signal. “Obviously.”

She looks around her one last time before facing the facts, she has to walk back home. She fills her bag with the important papers stacked in her car before walking away. After a quarter hour of walking, she starts to recognize where she is and estimates she should arrive in a village in another quarter hour. This time alone gives her the occasion to try to understand what happened last night. She obviously got into a car accident and the other person involved let her on her own, didn't even try to search for help, it is morning now, in six hours at least, if they left to find help, they should have already been back. No, they left her on her own as if she was dead.

Victoria stops, the thought troubling her. She can't explain what she felt after the accident, she has already fainted a few times in her life, and it has never been like this before. But what is even more troubling, is that she's perfectly healthy, not even a scratch despite the blood she found on her clothes and in the car. Nothing is making sense.

She covers her face with both of her hands, then rubs her eyes as waking up from a bad dream. But she's still in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere.

“What the hell?!” She shouts, frustrated by so much incomprehension.

She continues to walk, she wipes the blood from her face before she reaches the village and puts her jacket on to hide the state of her clothes. She has no idea of what happened and she definitely doesn't want to have to explain it to anyone. She finishes her way home with public transports, and it's past midday when she arrives in London. She gets a few messages, from her boss and even more from her mother. She sends excuses to her boss with a lie and another lie to her mother, saying she fell asleep and forgot to text her before.

Once she's in her small flat, she rushes to the shower after throwing her clothes in the washer. She stays at least an hour under the water, her mind playing the past events over and over until she's upset again. When she steps out of the shower, she’s starving. So she grabs the first thing she finds in her fridge, which happens to be the leftovers of her lunch from two days ago. She tries to remain distracted, turning on the TV and starting an episode of Game of Thrones, her best friend Rebecca has been harassing for a month to start watching the show. And for a brief hour, she’s captivated by the Battle of Bastards, and by how good looking Kit Harrington is in armor.

The rest of the day is uneventful and when Rebecca visits her later in the afternoon Victoria hesitates to talk to her about her accident. But she’s pretty sure she’d simply think her completely crazy.

“Are you alright, Vicky?” Rebecca eventually asks when she hands her a cup of tea.

Victoria smiles kindly. “Yes.” She’s not used to lying to her best friend. They have known each other since middle school and she could count the number of times she lied to her on one hand, one being for her surprise birthday for her 18th birthday. “Why are you asking?”

She sits next to her friend on the couch, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips to blow on it. “I don’t know you’re very silent. And you said you weren’t feeling good this morning.”

“Oh… Well it was nothing, just felt nauseous.”

Rebecca narrows her dark eyes but doesn't push further. “How were your parents?” She asks, changing the subject, much to Vicky's pleasure.

“They were fine.” She takes a long sip of her tea. “They wondered if you'd like to come for dinner one day.”

Rebecca grins, her parents have always been pretty fond of her, even proposing her to join family events. It never bothered Victoria who was happy to have a friend with her. “Of course, I'll come. I just need a date.”

“I'll text you.”

Rebecca leaves after dinner and as soon as the door is closed Vicky falls into her bed, exhausted. She doesn't have time to overthink as usually when she tries to find sleep, she finds Morpheus' arms the moment she closes her eyes. But her sleep is far from being peaceful, her dreams bringing her sometime in the Middle Age, judging by the clothes of the men surrounding her. She's in the middle of a fight opposing warriors with long hair and tattooed faces and others with more modest appearance, only a fire alighting the area. She looks around her, trying to understand the scene, but her vision is almost constantly brought back to one of the warriors. It's a tall man, wearing leather armor above a greenish tunic, with dark hair and beard. He is using his sword with such ability, his movements swift and precise, Vicky can't help but be impressed. From the corner of her eyes she can see men falling and how trees seem to delimit a clearing. She looks up to the sky and can see the stars shining in the sky, never before she has seen them so clearly. Then, a sound catches her attention and she's staring at the warrior again. He is not fighting anymore, frozen and his face twisting into a grimace. She looks down to his abdomen in sync with him and she gasps as she sees the sword coming out of his belly. And it's like she can feel all his pain as the sword leaves his body, her guts tearing apart. The man coughs blood, falling on his knees, his hands pressed on the gaping hole in his abdomen. He finishes his fall, head first in the mud and Victoria can feel the life leaving his body as the man takes his last breaths, his brown eyes looking into the void.

Victoria wakes up abruptly, sweating and panting. She presses a hand on her chest, desperately trying to calm her breath. Once she's calmed she pours herself a cup of water, still haunted by the sensation of her dream or maybe nightmare. She doesn't find sleep after that, so she just lies on her couch, watching TV, until morning comes and the hour she has to leave for work.

It's only the first night of a dozen as sleepless. Most of the time, she finds herself in the Middle Age, in various places, some faces regularly appearing. Sometimes she's in other periods, even in modern days. But the common point to all her dreams is this man. Each time she can see him more clearly, his thick hair is most of the time cut short around his ears, a scar slashing his forehead while two small others are ornamenting his left cheekbone. One day, she decides to draw him, she spends the afternoon on it, but she's determined to make it as realistic as possible. As the lines darken the paper, she realizes how the man reminds her of someone. She sends the drawing to Rebecca without much explanation and she immediately replies to her that he reminds her of the guy from the conspiracy theory video they watched one late night.

Victoria takes the time to search the video in her browser history, and indeed, Rebecca was right. The man is the spitting portrait of the one called the “time traveler”. She watches the video with probably much more interest than the first time, desperate to understand why he is haunting her nights. That's clearly the least credible story she has ever heard: a man, the same man, captured in pictures at different places and at different periods of time. A guy talented with photoshop could perfectly create this whole theory. She sighs, closing her laptop and just comes to the conclusion that her brain registered the man's face when she watched the video with Rebecca and simply has a fixation on it since.

Curious to know the origins of the other faces she can see in her dreams, she draws them as well and she finds herself with three other men. The younger looking is blond with a bowl cut, a long face and an endearing smile. The two others look much more like warriors, one has long hair tied and shaved on the sides, his eyes a piercing blue, the other has different colour eyes and a tattoo covering the side of his neck. Once again, she sends her drawings to Rebecca but this time she has no idea of where she could have seen them.

Days pass, the dreams don't fade but Victoria forgets about her accident and all the strange things that happened, until the police call her. Obviously, her car had to be found as she didn't call anyone to take care of it, she just wanted to forget what happened. She tries to give the best explanation to the police, telling them she's alright and shock made her forget to deal with her broken vehicle. After an hour on the phone they finally let her alone, adding that if she wanted to file a complaint there would probably not be a lot of results. She just replies that she will think of it, when in fact she won't at all.

As things couldn’t get weirder, one afternoon she meets an odd customer at the bookshop she’s been working for years now. She doesn’t notice him particularly, until she feels like he is staring at her behind his sunglasses. She tries to ignore him, but can’t resist staring back. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt, the hood covering his hair, but at the color of his beard she guesses it’s as dark. There’s something familiar to him and decided to understand what his problem with her is, she fully turns to face him.

“Can I help you?”

The man seems to freeze, his hands sinking in the pockets of his trousers. He lowers his head and reads the badge with Victoria’s name on her jacket. He looks back to her and this time she raises an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest.

“No that’s alright.” He mutters with an accent she doesn’t get in the moment. “Sorry for botherin’ ya.”

He steps back and leaves the bookshop without another word. She doesn’t move for a moment, frowning and still staring at the shop’s door. She has dealt with a thousand customers in five years of working here, sometimes extremely weird, even more than this one, however it’s him who remains stuck in her head even a few days after his visit.

But the culmination of this month filled by weird events happens a week after the man came to the bookshop. It’s a friday, and as usual, Vicky has her free afternoon and spends it at her flat, watching the last episode of Game of Thrones while drawing. But she’s interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowns, pretty sure she expected no one to come today. The person knocks again and she gets up from her desk chair. She unlocks the door, opens it, and before she can even say “hello”, she gasps in surprise at the sight of the man standing in front of her.

Victoria has no doubts. It’s the man from her dreams or the one theorists call the “time traveler”, standing in the corridor of her floor with a tight, uncomfortable.

A/N : A first chapter full of misteries ahah ! Don’t hesitate to comment, express your ideas regarding what could happen or whatever could happen, I’m really curious to know ahah! See you next week for some answers ;)

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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Subtleties of a Suitor (Part 2 of 2)

Summary: Pre-calamity AU where Zelda’s powers awaken in time, but not everything is back to normal after Calamity Ganon is defeated.

Note: This has NSFW themes (such as sex and really disgustingly sappy fluff), tread carefully!

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Later in the day, the Labrynna royalty retired to their chambers early. Understandably, due to their long travels and eventful day. Prince Tyrion had been among them, apologizing vehemently for cutting her explanation of Guardian mechanics off and bidding goodnight from Princess Zelda’s study. It was more of a workshop with all the gears and equipment lying about. The sun almost entirely over the horizon through the tall windows.

Zelda sighed when he was far down the hallway and allowed her shoulders to relax. The disadvantage to entertaining royalty were the constant expectations. The Princess was consistently on her guard with speech and posture that talking turned into an exhaustive sport. She absently stared at the detached Guardian sensor she had been showing him, although she wasn’t ignorant to his straying eyes and his bored gaze.

The door to her study made her jump as it opened loudly and her immediate thought was that Prince Tyrion had left something, but it wasn’t him.

“I’m surprised to see you alone,” Link said, genuinity in his tone.

She shrugged, a tad put off by his presence. “His Highness was tired before I dragged him here. My interests seem to put him to sleep.”

“I’m sure you showed no mercy,” he jested.

“Oh, surely not. He did yield to his bed.”

He matched her grin, but she let it devolve into a cough quickly after. She was all too aware of his footsteps crossing the room where he sat in the stool Tyrion had left vacant.

“Did you need something?” Zelda asked, defaulting into formality out of nervousness.

“Actually,” he started, weighing his words as he spoke. “His Majesty wanted me to see if Prince Tyrion was willing to join him for dinner since his family retired.”

“Oh. Seems that won’t be the case.”

“No,” he reached to scratch the back of his neck. Link’s eyes drew to the sensor on the table and his brow furrowed. “When did you get that?”

Tension in Zelda’s face relaxed and an involuntary smile graced her, “A month ago. I recovered it from Hyrule Field. Do you remember when Ganon’s malice began extending across the ground and the Divine Beasts began to act oddly?”

He nodded astutely, “I do. It was when that Guardian attacked us.”

“Well, I want to know how the malice infiltrated it’s mechanics. Since the sensor is where it operates from, I might be able to find something.”

Unabashedly, she began to ramble on about circuits and Sheikah technology. Topics that Link has heard hundreds of times, but he spurred her on. Most times he nodded at her points, smiling as she did, other times he asked questions that launched her into an entirely different science.

“I don’t get it,” he said, leaning on his hand.

“What?” she followed up with the full intention of explaining her points better.

“How he could get tired of you. I don’t understand that.”

Zelda blinked owlishly.

He shrugged and straightened at a realization. “I forgot that your father is waiting on me.”

“Unless that’s an excuse and you’ve gotten tired of me.”

His eyes widened when he stood, “That’s not the case at all, Zelda, I swear to Hylia.”

“I know,” she laughed, “Can you tell him I’m heading to bed, too?”

“Of course,” he said, sobering from her laughter. “Goodnight.”

When he left, she felt a warmth that hadn’t filled her in awhile. She found that she missed that feeling desperately. Zelda wondered if he felt that too. Her legs straightened as she stood and she allowed herself a long moment to stretch. A large sigh filled her until her eyes spied something that hadn’t been on the stool before.

Link must have left it.

It was a small paperback book that looked worn with use. The pages were rounded from being carried around often and she picked it up.

The title was “The Conduct of Courting” and everything made sense. His behavior must be off recently because he’s involved with someone else. I would have realized it faster if I had thought about it. Why else would he suddenly have the gall to be so preformative during court?

Then I realized it must be someone important. The visit a couple days ago is evident that he’s courting, and possibly betrothed to, Princess Aurra. This entire time must have been a show of sparing my feelings. It makes sense why he acted so casually around her. At the duel, he could have easily been looking at Aurra and not me.

Thus why Father invited him to dine with us for supper. Since that night, it’s become a regular event. From a political standpoint, it makes sense. Their marriage would be incredibly advantageous and agreeable. Princess Aurra wouldn’t be inheriting the throne and it’s typical that royal siblings marry nobility and now Link has a proper title. Sure, he’s in the army, but he’s elevated enough to attend our court. Why not a princess too?

Zelda paused, feeling anger rising in her. No, it wasn’t anger, but it hurt just the same. Sorrow built up from the pit of her stomach. She was tired, too, as this was the last day before the Labrynna royal family left for their home country. Maybe if she marries Tyrion, Link would be her brother-in-law.

No, wait, that made her feel sick to the stomach and exponentially worse. In a series of flurried words, she ended her diary entry.

Andthat’sfantasticforhimandIshouldbethrilledforhisfuture.

KindestRegards,

Zelda

She didn’t include a heart this time.

A knock at the door caused her to slam her journal shut with a jolt. She groaned. The ink hadn’t dried yet. With perhaps too much force, she pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. That’s it, she was simply tired and will attempt to seem presentable.

Unceremoniously, she rose from her seat and opened the door a crack. The sight through the doorway made her want to scream.

Link opened his mouth before an odd look crossed him. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” she said, not fine and positive that red rimmed her eyes. Zelda allowed the door to open enough to fit her frame. Hopefully it politely communicated her desire for his goodnight wishes to end swiftly.

“You don’t act like you’re perfectly fine,” he deadpanned.

The mixture of annoyance, anger, and sorrow built up around her throat and beat down her previous inhibitions. She crinkled her nose and spoke curtly, “It would have been nice if you had told me about your courtship.”

He stayed silent under her searing gaze until, “I… thought you would be happy about it.”

So she was right.

The Princess swallowed dryly. That wasn’t the response she was expecting, but maybe he assumed she had recovered fully from their affair. After all, it had been months since. Three months where it was now apparent no progress had been made. Zelda straightened.

“You misunderstand me. I’m thrilled.”

Link tilted his head in the way he did when he was confused. “You don’t seem thrilled.”

Then, he paled and watched his feet.

“I mean, we can call it off if you’re opposed. I just assumed…” he said with pain tinged words.

Zelda winced. She hadn’t thought her opinion had that much impact. It was obvious he was happy with Aurra and here she was, angry at his good fortune.

“No, Link, I,” she faltered and placed a hand on his arm. “I didn’t mean it that way. I apologize. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Slowly, he shook his head, “Uh… are you sure about that? I must have misread something or misinterpreted. I want you to be happy for yourself, not just because I was.” He was miffed for reasons that escaped Zelda altogether.

Now, she was just as vexed. “No, no what I think doesn’t matter. I’m only happy that you managed to rebound from what we had. In a solid relationship there are only two people that have meaningful input: you and her.”

“Wait, what?”

“I said, in a solid relationship-”

He shook his head, “No, Zelda, who do you think I’m courting?”

Her mouth fell closed and she looked at him as if he had two heads. “Princess Aurra.”

“Oh, Hylia,” he breathed out, putting a hand on his chest.

Zelda’s brows knitted together. “Am I wrong? Oh gods, I’m wrong. Who is it? Is it… the maid you always get along with?”

“No.”

“The woman who hit on you at court?”

“Gods no. Zelda-”

“Are you sure it isn’t Princess Aurra? She’s very pretty.”

“Yes,” he was laughing now. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Her shoulders slacked, “Stop laughing, Link. This is serious. I don’t know why you’re mocking me.”

“I understand and I’m sorry,” Link reasoned, attempting to bite down on his lingering smile. The grip on his arm tightened. “I thought about what you told me when you wanted… us… to end.”

Zelda watched his boyish smile upturn at the thought. So, her rejection was what caused him to look elsewhere.

“Of course, it made sense. Though I was beyond heart broken, I knew you were right. You always are,” Link pried her hand off his arm to hold it. “I took your father’s promotion. In that time, I felt worse than I ever had being away from you. You had told me the King would never approve, but I asked anyway.”

His fingers traced over her knuckles as he spoke. Green eyes widened and she could barely whisper out, “You did?”

He nodded with a short smile, “I did. And I was terrified. I told him about how I felt about you and he went so quiet that I thought he’d hang me. Then he asked if you loved me and I told him you’ve said so many times.”

Tears she had been holding back surfaced for an entirely new reason. Zelda’s face scrunched up and she held a hand under her nose. With a trembling lip, she bubbled out, “What did he say?”

“He said that as long as you still held those feelings, I have his blessing.”

She retched her hand from his grasp and flung them around his neck, bursting into a sob. Link buried his head in the crook of his neck and hugged her tightly as she cried.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I should have told you.”

“So… So…” she sniffed between her attempted words, falling into a sob and back. “So you’ve been courting me this whole time?”

She felt him nod into her.

“You love solving mysteries and I know you like surprises. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you kidding me?” she pulled back, a wide and watery smile met him. His princess was a mess. “This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.”

They sank into an embrace once more as reality fell onto her. Never was she so happy to be so wrong. Together, they stood like that in the hallway for a long moment. Zelda breathed him in all over again, her subconscious somewhat hesitant to dive headfirst back into the bucket of emotions that had been pooling for months.

“Zelda.” She heard him say, feeling his voice against her ear.

Full of reluctance, he pulled her away for a moment. His eyes met hers and his movements were small, but they were all too familiar. Link’s hand moved from her waist to her jaw and looked at her like she was the last thing he would ever see. It was so intensely reminiscent of their first kiss that her throat threatened to close up for the second time.

“There’s no Calamity,” she said with a sweet smile.

His thumb drew circles on her skin and he looked down at her with an emotion like no other.

“No,” he finally whispered. “There isn’t.”

Without intention, they drew closer. Her mouth tugged further upwards, “I can be with you.”

Link’s response was pressing his lips to hers and she fell into them easily. His hands cradled her head and pulled her impossibly closer. A whimper from deep within came from her and he swallowed the noise without care. The sound of someone approaching down the hall gave a jumpstart to her heart, but she was too intoxicated with him to respond with reason.

Awfully, his lips pulled away and in her ear, “Someone’s coming.”

His voice, gods his voice, was thick and almost raspy.

“Let them.”

All he did was let out a low laugh and let the heat of his fingers sear through her nightgown. The echoing footsteps were growing louder now.

“Can I spend the night with you?”

It could be her guard. It could be a servant. It could be the Prince.

“Please.”

Just like that, he heaved her into his arms with arm around her shoulders and the back of her knees. She yelped, falling into laughter as he hurried into the room and shut the door behind him. The closing hinges signified their safety and he peered down at her with pure adoration.

“I love your laugh.”

Zelda already had her hands in his hair, bracing herself for a bruising kiss. For a moment, his arms faltered and she thought she’d fall, but they tightened around her instead. When she parted her lips, he invaded her senses so greatly that she moaned in the ecstasy of feeling something she thought she’d never get the chance to feel again. Disbelief, overwhelming amazement, inexplicable happiness.

A groan against her lips sparked a deep burning in her stomach that made her sigh. Link’s tongue was gentle against her mouth. He wasn’t hesitant, but savoring and it made her want to cry from the simple fact that they were here.

She fell onto the bed with a light bounce and watched him remove his tunic, seeing skin tanner than when she last saw it. Emotion welled in her chest and a dry sob made her heave.

“I missed you,” she nearly whined. Her brows drew together as he dipped down to capture her lips again.

He parted shortly, “I missed you.”

Zelda’s hands felt down his shoulders, feeling everything from the smooth skin to rough scars and loved it all. She wasn’t blind to know that she was hopelessly attracted to him. The day where he sparred held a night where she held that memory while pretending her fingers were his, trying to resurrect the moment where they truly were and he whispered small encouragements in the nights where she doubted herself too much for his ears.

“I thought about you every night.” She gasped a gasp as smooth as the sheets she laid upon when his hands felt up her thighs.

His mouth laid claim to the side of her cheek and breathed hot breath over her ear. Link’s grip increased when she shivered. “In what way?”

Her nightgown had long hiked up to her hips. As he laid flush against her, standing between her parted knees, she wrapped him in an embrace that coaxed him to melt into her.

“Sometimes like this.” She smiled softly, sweetly enjoying his warmth and the fact that - yes - this was okay and he was hers.

Then she rolled her hips against his clothed crotch, the sudden friction making Link groan against her neck. Breath hitched in her lungs, the sensation so much better than she remembered.

Zelda sighed from the pleasure, “Sometimes like this.”

Link rose to swiftly catch her in a slow kiss that clouded her mind. His lips moved against her in slow waves, giving hints of what she knew he was capable of. Carefully, slowly, he took her hips and ground down against her heat. Zelda moaned and Link pulled away to watch her face. The warmth in her sparked and she tried to fill the space he left with her hips, and much to her frustration, he held them down.

Then, he looked upon her with reverence in his eyes. His kiss-swollen lips upturned to whisper hints of his mischief. Wheat blond locks were coming undone around his face and he was perfectly kissable if he were to let her.

Barely audible, she frowned and voiced her grievances. “Why’d you stop?”

The hints turned to undeniable devilment. “Can a man not watch his…” then his brow furrowed and he looked above her head. “It’s not suitor, right? Suitress?”

Her nose wrinkled at the word. “I don’t recall vying for your hand.”

“You don’t?” he gasped, extending his arms so that her view of his disbelief was clear. “Because I distinctly remember your many tears over how it was impossible for me to be with you.”

“Link!” she fumbled to the back of his neck, but there was no avail to her tugging. “I had the purest intentions!”

“Oh yes,” he sighed. “To turn me away so you could accept Prince Tyrion’s proposal.”

“Link! I wouldn’t have done that when I still loved you!”

“I can’t help but notice you’re using past tense, Princess.”

Zelda squirmed out of his grip and further onto the bed. Curiosity danced in blue eyes as she felt along the hem of her nightgown. Innocently, she tilted her head and let her long hair pool to one side. The change in tone was immediate.

“You know, Hero,” she leered, pulling her gown to her hips. His gaze followed it, searing up her thighs with his amusement. “I could have you arrested for spreading such slander about me.”

The fabric balled up between her fingers, inching to reveal her lacy white panties. Despite herself, she smiled when he placed his knee on the bed to follow her. It was hard to ignore the way his hard stomach flexed with his movements. Her gown tightened further in her fists and her innocent smile widened; his attention rapt to her suddenly revealed curves. Link’s mouth formed her name.

“Or perhaps…” Zelda bit her lip as his hands tried to coax hers to move faster. He was close enough for her to kiss his neck and breath out, “You would like me to show you my love?”

She couldn’t help the bout of giggles when he pushed her against the pillow and explored her exposed stomach. His smile was hidden from view, but it was in his words.

“Gods, I adore you.”

Zelda lifted her arms as he yanked the gown off, careful to avoid snagging her hair because he had done it before. She had always been somewhat self-conscious of her body. And now as her nipples hardened to the chill that tended to eternally linger in her room, she could only be reminded that there wasn’t the need to visit holy springs that required a certain amount of labor and that she didn’t feel the incessant want to leave the castle when there would be a man who wasn’t Link alongside her.

Surely, she had her fair share of sweets after Calamity Ganon.

The insecurity brought her hands to rest on top of her tummy and a thick blush to sweep up her neck. Link, however, didn’t pause for one second and planted a firm kiss to her collar bone.

“Is this okay?” he asked, enveloping her hands in his and enticing them from her body.

Zelda nodded, but followed up with an audible, “Yes.”

The way he touched her was both cautious and bold, kneading the flesh of her hips in a way that made her shiver. His fingertips surfed up her skin to her breasts and he tasted the heartbeat at her throat.

A million sweet nothings vaguely reached her ear as he felt the skin before the waistband of her underwear. Link didn’t allow breath to stay long in her lungs and she lifted her lips in the hopes he would be merciful. It should’ve been expected when he drew away.

“Please,” she breathed, reaching for the buckle of his trousers only for him to pull in back against the pillow above her head. “It’s been so long.”

Love was in his eyes when he came up from her neck. Link worried his bottom lip between his teeth and the sight turned her stomach in the best way. He searched her face and seemed to consider her words before deciding on a, “No.”

There was no time for her to respond because he wasn’t done with that special spot on her neck. He laved his tongue over the places he nipped at and she had no problem leaning her head away to make more room for him to work. Zelda bit down on her back molars to swallow a moan when she realized his intentions; he had never dared to do this to her before.

“You’re- you’re going to leave a mark.”

All he did was hum against her throat while her breath hitched as he palmed over her clothed folds. The hint of the pressure she so desperately needed was applied. Link paused his sucking, groaning at her wetness. The sound burned the need brighter at her navel. His movements grew hesitant, as if at war with himself before disappearing down her all at once and wrestling her panties from her body - a struggle due to how entangled her long legs were with his.

Cheeks already flushed grew darker as she watched him watch her. Link sunk low with eyes of blue fire, any signs of mischief dashed for determination. Anticipation burned with a fire she hasn’t felt for months and the way his hot breath smoothed over her navel.

The back of hers knees rested on his shoulders and he licked slowly up her cunt, making her head hit the pillow and a low moan dredged from her throat. Instinct brought her hands to his hair, but she refrained from pulling by using what was left of her sanity. The flat of his tongue made her fingertips tremble, further threading to graze his scalp.

Her chest heaved his name with the vulgar sounds and she could dimly hear the sound of his trousers falling off the bed. Impressions of his fingers pressed deeply into her upper thighs. Her Hero worked her like he did most things, with purposeful motions that made her lose all reason and allowed short gasps to escape her as he hummed a smile against her.

“Link,” she repeated, need and warning in her voice. Blue, blue, blue gazed at her. She hadn’t even noticed the absence of his dominant hand that had long left her thigh for what was between his own legs; his shoulder and arm making suggestive movements. It was as if Link did this for his own pleasure rather than her own. The thought snapping the coil that had been building with his tongue.

This gasp was different, sharper, mixed with his name and words even she couldn’t decipher as she shortly visited the heaven he took her to. Even enduring her climax, Link held her tighter. When she fell slack against the cushions and he finally released her, a well of emotion surged in her breast.

In a slight daze, she sat up and pressed a languished kiss to his lips, already wet. His arms securely circled her and she parted with knitted brows. Zelda’s lip trembled when concern crossed him.

“What’s wrong?”

Zelda held his face in her hands. A rosy glow was on her cheeks and warmth filled her breath as his eyes tried to decipher her thoughts.

“I love you.”

It barely registered to her that they were both naked. If anything, there was rightness in his soft azure gaze and the way their bodies touched beyond the intent of seeking pleasure. There was a slight lift to Zelda’s shoulders and his forearms fell on either side of her torso so Link could bear more of his weight. “That’s all,” she said. “I love you; I missed you.”

With a grin, he snaked his arms around her and buried his head within the crook of her shoulder. Strands of hair tickled her ear and his soft breaths pulled a series of giggles from her. Link’s embrace strained her laughter, only to cause more to burst from her chest.

He echoed her with murmured words, drawing soft circles on her shoulder blades. Zelda sighed into his arms and simply enjoyed his voice. As lovers entangled, every movement was languished. Time didn’t exist.

But she didn’t oppose the kisses that were now peppering her cheek. The fervent compliments from his lips conjuring a deep blush across her face that he tried to kiss away. It was a fruitless endeavor, of course, as it only permeating further on her skin as they touched one another in the way only familiar lovers could.

Their love was made in soundless motions. Learning one another as if three months were three years. It had been an affair that was born of fleeting touches and an impending expiration. It was a haunting kind of love that tended to plague more than pleasure. Now they had so much longer than months, a whole lifetime if they wished.

That was the fact they reassured one another in breathy laughter and loving embraces.

Time drew on with or without them and as she peered at him over the pillows of the morning dawn, she saw him looking back with a happiness she could only pinpoint in her heart.

“I’ve spent all this time convincing I would go on without you,” she said, almost mournfully.

He spoke unabashedly, because nothing was left to hide in the state they were in. “You could have,” he smiled a smile that mirrored her tone. “And I was fully prepared to walk away at the door.”

He gathered her loose hand in his. “I don’t have much to offer,” he spoke with a languished grin, “I have a modest home and will inherit my family’s farm.”

Zelda watched him with an indescribable softness. A sleepless night brought a misty haze over her, but it couldn’t stop the thrumming of her heart. She didn’t need to voice her answer if he had been asking because the simple picture of them living modestly was one that made her curl into his side.

Eventually, he would need to leave before anyone would find out he was in the Princess’s chambers. They would need to arrange a formal announcement and the idea of a public wedding was another beast that needed to be slain.

But for now, Zelda let the morning bring its own subtleties of what subsequent mornings promised.

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