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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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love me harder

a/n: this one got the most votes, so here you go. smutty smut with aaron bae who gets jealous. yes i know it's ooc, yes i know its rushed. but i tried 🥲

i'm really rusty in smut, pls be gentle :") its also kinda long oopsie 🤍

18+, mdni!! i don't even know how to begin to describe this. my bad ☠

jealous hotchner. not something you see everyday, very rare actually. but it was something you loved to watch, something inside you stirred everytime it came out. and as bad as it was, it was something enjoyed. much like right now.

the party was getting boring, truthfully hotch had no interest in even going. he only went because you insisted on supporting jj and will and celebrate in their success. and while he made chat with his team, his eyes were in constant search of you. every minute without you was a minute too long

as if you had read his mind, you finally made your appearance and he smiled but it soon began to drop when he noticed another man beside you. very closely beside you, too close for hotch's liking. with his drink discarded to the side he strode over to you, his hand going to the small of your back while he towers over this man.

"aaron" you smile at your boyfriend giving him a peck on the cheek.

"y/n.... who is this" hotch speaks as though the sight beings him great disgust and it does. he's trying not to be so harsh but how dare this creature touch you so intimately

"oh this is elijah, an ex" and there it was, the straw that broke his back.

"your ex?" hotch again looks at you, his eyes slightly more wider than the last time. he observes the man, he looked younger. fitter. definitely the type to attract a lot of women and he had managed to attract you before. that part pained him more than he cared to admit. you nod in response, answering the question your ex had just said. you laughed and it angered hotch, that this man could give you the same smiles he could

"i think i'm going to call it a night" he says to you, giving a tired smile

"already?" elijah chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. but hotch decided to ignore him, trying but failing to be the bigger person. if he didn't leave within the next five minutes, he couldn't promise your ex wouldn't have a few missing teeth and a black eye to match.

"okay, let's go" you say gently, hand in hand with your beau leaving your ex with his mouth agape. but as you reach the car you notice hotch a lot more tense than he usually was

"what was that about?" you ask curiously, clicking your seat belt in place. hotch looks tense as he glances on the road, his hands squeezed tightly against the wheel. you see his adam apple bob in his throat, unsure if he wanted to spill the next words. and while he doesn't lie to you, he doesn't necessarily tell you the entire truth

"i just.... didn't like the way he was looking at you" he mutters under his breath, hoping you don't pursue it any longer. you eye him, a sneaky feeling of the possible reasons behind his actions. you hide your smile glancing out of the window.

well well.... looks like you could have some fun with this after all

•••

exiting the shower, you wrap up in a towel as you walked into your room. a necklace adorned your chest, something your ex had given you at the party. a lame gift and you would've usually taken it off and let it drown within the depths of your jewellery collection but for tonight you kept it on.

just for research purposes of course.

hotch was there, quickly reviewing some notes he wanted to get out of the way so that you had his full undivided attention for the weekend he glanced up, giving a smile as you grabbed journey garments from the draws. but he stopped, noticing something shiny there you didn't have before

"what is that?" he tried to ask cooly but you sense the jealousy hidden deep within his words

"oh, just a necklace" you stand by the mirror, applying some lotion on your arms. very carefully through your lashes, you look at his features. they contort to an expression, one that confirmed exactly your thoughts.

so he was jealous then

"who gave you that?" his voice is low, eyes narrowed at the shining necklace around your throat. the jealousy had reared its ugly green head once more but truthfully, you kind of relished in it. it was a different side of hotch and you wanted to experience all of it.

"oh.... elijah did" you purposely emphasise the name, glancing down at the jewel and then look up.

you watched his eyes dilate, his jaw clench and within seconds he had pounced on you. your back hitting the bed, his hands on your face as he brings you in for a ravenous kiss. normally the times he had kissed you, they were sweet and tender. but this one felt as though he couldn't get enough of you. as if he was a starved man and your lips were his fix.

he pulls back, trying to control himself but your eyes swirl with desire. its enough for him to break, his hands holding your thighs to his growing erection. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission to which you gives eagerly. your tongues caught in a slow erotic dance, depraved and desperate

"you don't need this" in your pleasure, you don't realise hotch has snaked his hand around your neck. he snaps your necklace with a swift motion of his fingers and it falls just underneath you. he chuckles darkly, watching it break under the slightest pressure

cheap bastard...

"aaron" you gasp, looking at him but he has that devilish smirk on. that exact one that told you, you were in for a long ride. he's so consumed by the pleasure, his hands scouring every part of your body. leaving nothing untouched. a quick hand up your thigh showed that you bare, just the way he loved it.

"does elijah get to have you like this?" hotch utters the name as though it brings him great disgust, flicking your towel off. and it falls, leaving you completely naked to his eyes. he drinks in the sight, his hungry eyes lapping every inch of you

"no" you whisper back, pulling him closer. your fingers make quick work of the loose shirt adorning his body and he groans, already wanting to give into you. with his lips back on to your skin, his trousers fall somewhere in the darkness of the room followed by his boxers. he takes great care, very gently placing you on top of him. you squeal as he enters you, adjusting to the intrusion. god you were so excited, you had been waiting for this the whole day. he holds your body with the utmost care, inch by inch you feel him inside.

and then he stops, to your complete surprise. this was the game you wanted to play, after all. and who better to challenge then the master at it?

so his pace stopped altogether, your mouth falling in a gasp. you were left filled to the brim, stretched at your limit, completely at the brink of his mercy.

"a-aaron" you whimper, trying to shift your weight to alleviate some of the pressure, trying to get some slight friction but he holds you down. the entire night you had been a tease, now it was his turn. he nipped at your throat and you knew what it had meant. you weren't going anywhere, at least not without his permission.

his large hands were down on your back holding you in place. it all felt like too much and yet not enough. he angled his hips, eliciting a shuddering breath from you. you could feel him shift so that the tip of him was pressed as deep as it could possibly reach. his hand snaked down your body, his thumb rubbing slow tortuous circles on your clit. it makes your body shake in delight and in response your fingers dig into his shoulders, making him slightly chuckle at your predicament

he knew what this was doing to you, you growing more frustrated at the lack of movement. but this time, perhaps it would teach you not to misbehave. so he revelled in the notion of you mindless and desperate all because of him.

"so tell me, does he fuck you like this sweetheart?" his teeth graze your earlobe, chuckling at your lack of words. he moves his hips slightly, enjoying at how you whimpered with every motion of his body. it's hard to think, hard to say anything. every single time you underestimated hotch, he always seemed to surprise you more than you could've ever imagined. a perk of having profiler bf for sure.

"answer me" he commands, pulling away and you shake your head quickly, desperation practically dripping from every word.

"nonono he doesn't baby. he doesn't" you moan when he hits another sweet spot deep within you, every second was painful euphoria. his skin glistened with fine sheet of perspiration, his hair all floppy, displayed all about his forehead. he had never looked as good as he did right now. the desire to absolutely finish you off was excruciating but he never was able to see like this. the way you looked at this moment, flushed, lips parted and moist from your tongue, you were so beautiful. and you were all his. not elijah's, not anyone's. all his to have, to hold, to love.

his honeyed eyes swirled with emotion you were well acquainted with, lips curled into a wicked grin. seeing you teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure, knowing no other human could do this to you. that only he could have you on the verge of a climax with no movement. he could've been high off of this sight alone.

"tell me, could he make you feel like this?" his raspy voice cuts deep, striking at the building pressure growing by the second in your pelvis. you don't even get to respond when you feel him pulse inside of you, feeling him smile against your neck when he knows you've felt it. your head lulls back, your voice lost in the sudden sharp sensation of being over stretched. you tremble in his lap, unable to think or move.

"n-no he couldn't, please please" you beg through clenched teeth, your heart richoeting against your chest. your fingers dip into the dense muscles of his arm, rolling your hips hoping to urge him on, hoping he could see how much you needed him

"please" you murmured your plea, breathy and frantic. leaning forwards, your forehead rest against his, ghosting your lips over his, taking in his musky scent. it's how you look so needy, how you're so whiny for him that urges him on, that grants you the one thing you've been needing.

his hands smoothly slip from your ass to your hips and lift you effortlessly. with the pressure relieved, you gasp as he exists. finally gifted with the slick glide of his heated cock dragging in all the places inside of you

when the head of his turgid length brushes at the roof of your canal stimulating that one special spot, your eyes all but squeeze close. every cell, every nerve ending comes to life erupting in a sensation that consumes you entirely, stealing every breath in your lungs.

your back arches, flailing in his grasp and he almost loses his grip while you come undone around him. his name a burning prayer on your lips, sung only for him yet undoubtedly for everyone to hear

"that's it baby, let go for me" hotch rumbles, continuing his delicious assault upon that spot again and again with each down stroke of your hips aided by his own hands.

your body felt as though it was on fire, as if every fiber of your sanity and being had been ripped then sewn back together again. he keeps the brutal rhythm as you tried to scream, to form any sort of intelligible sentence but everything fails. all you can feel is him, your lover. nothing but a broken moans leave your lips, holding tightly to you.

you had never felt so alive and yet simultaneously close to death. you wanted to cry, to scream, to burst into flames all at the same time as he brought you higher and higher to the skies. how could this be everything you had ever wished for? how could he be everything you dreamed off?

through the haze of your fading orgasm, you look at your beau who held back. you knew by how his muscles were coiled tight, ready to strike. his breath hitched and instantly it felt like a switch had gone off in him, like his animalistic side had come to play. he could never be this wild, this free with anyone before. you had brought out the beast, tamed it with a magic incomprehensible to him.

then with the speed that was his hallmark, he had pinned your wrists to the bed. your back had met the pillows, underneath his weight. his throbbing cock was still sheathed to the hilt, never missing a beat. he snapped his hips forwards viciously, making your vision blurry. it felt like he had become bigger somehow, the pleasure amplifying until you were seeing stars.

your hear your name leave him lips but it hardly sounds like him. his voice is gravelly, dangerous and sharp sending a wave of excitement straight to your over stimulated clit.

you were his to claim, to consume, to devour

"you're mine" he growls into your ear, his teeth marking several bites around your chest. he pounds over and over into you, grunting and groaning his pleasure. his hands lace with yours, daring you to move but there's nowhere you'd rather be.

with every powerful drive of his hips, your body rocks against him. your fingers were clawing at his back, trying to find some ground, to find your footing but your mind was overcome with how good he made you feel. you feel his release coming, in rapid and hard coiled deep within your belly. his muscles are clenched tightly, stuttering against you. you feel yourself shaking, slipping as a new feeling completely consumes you, breaking you in a million different pieces.

this time you cry out until your voice is raw and hoarse, gripping onto him like he was a lifeline. almost like you were drowning in him. through the eruption of your climax, you hear him whimper into the crook of your neck his hips still rutting unevenly against yours until you feel every single ounce of his release

it rushes into you, coating you over and over in the hot torrent of his cum. his breathing slows and his grip loosens, a gentle burning sensation rippling through your body. you both knew well and true there would be bruises decorating your curves and a soreness between your legs tomorrow morning but you didn't care. his lips press a warm kiss to the hollow of your throat, snuggling his face into your skin.

"did i hurt you, sweetheart?" he whispers hoarsely, clutching your body delicately. as though you were a doll and the pieces would start to break. but you giggle and shake your head no, combing through his hair with your fingers. you felt like you were floating on a cloud, the waves of pleasure consuming you.

"i love you" he whispers, peeking through his lashes. he holds your face tenderly between his warm palms, giving you another kiss to your lips. he kisses your nose, unable to help how gorgeous you looked under him.

"i love you more," your eyes close as you recieve his kisses, just basking in his glow for a few seconds. it was perfect, all of it was.

"but now i have to shower again" you pull yourself off him but he pulls you back, a teasing smirk on his lips. he kisses you once and then twice, already picking you up in his warm arms. cradling you close to his chest.

"we can go for round 2 in the bathroom together" your arms are around his neck, gazing into his eyes. you can't help but adore this man, he truly was everything you had ever wanted. no more words are said. he parts your mouth with his tongue, swallowing the sounds that escapes you at the contact.

hotch takes control, caressing, kissing and devouring you to your very core. and you do nothing but submit to him again and again, needing the contact and closeness until your soul were one and your bodies were intertwined.

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Of Kings and Beasts - Ten

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, Fluff, Language, Violence,

Word Count: 2K

A/n: Okay y’all THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH FOR 10K FOLLOWERS IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MCUH OMG Anyway ahem here is part 10 and I hope you enjoy! We’re gonna have a more intense part coming next but until then, enjoy!

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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“We make for Asgard.”

~*~

“You look lovely. The colours of Asgard suit you well,” Thor says, his eyes raking over your figure from behind.

Adorning your body is a soft linen gown, the colour of cream. It is cut low in the front, a style Thor assured you is common in his kingdom, and has many different folds and layers to it, making it flow with every step you take.

The fabric itself is lightweight, and the straps lie thinly on your shoulders. The waistline is decorated with gleaming golden gems and is cinched rather tightly.

Over your shoulders is a dark red cape, the same colour as Thor’s.

Your hair is tied up away from your face intricately and elegantly, and a dainty diamond necklace rests around your neck.

You turn to face him, a deep feeling of unease settling in your stomach.

“What is to happen now?” You wonder aloud, eyes fluttering past his face and around the chambers that he’s deemed to be yours for the time being.

“Now we wait. The kings should be here soon, and then we will inform them of the letter you received. I promise you’ll be safe here, Petal.” He cups your cheeks and you swallow hard, nervous about the change in his attitude towards you.

“Thor?” You ask softly, taking a half-step backward in an attempt at removing yourself from his grip.

He surges forward, one hand dropping from your face to wrap around your waist as his lips crash against yours in a fierce and dominating kiss.

Your heart races in your chest and you shove against his face, trying to force him away from you.

Helplessness fills you as you realize that you’ll never be able to overpower him, and dread settles in your gut as he pushes you back until you’re pressed against the wall.

Your muffled cries for help, for him to stop, fall on deaf ears as his lips continue their assault against yours, prying yours open to give his tongue access to your mouth.

Thinking quick, you grip his bottom lip and bite down as hard as you can, drawing blood and successfully making him pull away from you.

He jumps back, one hand coming up to his mouth while you scramble back and away from him, chest heaving and eyes full of betrayal.

His jaw clenches and he takes a step towards you, only to stop when the doors to your chambers burst open.

“(Y/n)!” A familiar voice calls, two men rushing into the room and searching for you.

The tension in the room is palpable and the two Kings pick up on it instantly, their guards raising as they see the way you’re cowering from the blond King before you.

“Are we interrupting something?” Steve asks, his voice ringing with authority.

“No,” you say quickly, regaining your composure and squaring your shoulders as the words of the Valkyrie ring in your ears.

“Thor was just taking his leave,” you say pointedly, staring the King down for a long moment until he nods, bows then spins on his heel and leaves without a word.

You take a deep breath, power and fear chasing each other through your veins while your heart races in your chest.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Steve asks softly, taking a step towards you and reaching for your hand. You yank it back towards your body, levelling him with a glare.

“If my purpose was solely to bear children, then why are you here if I failed?” The blond glances over at his husband, unsure of how he should address this.

“It is obviously not a secret. I have been threatened even since my departure, and the truth has been brought to my attention. So I ask again, why are you here?” James takes a careful step towards you, and then another, and another until he is standing just directly in front of you.

You keep your shoulders squared and your head held high, refusing to back down.

“(Y/n), there are things we must tell you... things we have not been completely honest about... things that involve our union, and our actions towards you. Will you allow us time to be honest with you?” You swallow hard but nod, wanting nothing more than the truth after all this time in the dark.

James takes your hand delicately in both of his and ushers you to the bed, sitting down beside you while Steve sits on your other side.

The brunet speaks first.

“We were told... by our council that we needed to find a wife. When they heard of our plans to join the two kingdoms of the North and wed each other... they tried to find any way to stop it. But upon seeing our power they relented until they realized that our reign would end if we did not have a queen.

“They gave us a timeframe to find a queen. One that could give us heirs and continue the lineage of both of us. We were presented with many women but you... you stood out from the many faces we saw.”

You frown, brows drawn together tightly as you ponder this.

“My purpose... right from the beginning was nothing more than what you had told me. What you said was true. What I was told is nothing but the truth,” you whisper to James, fighting back the tears that prick at your eyes.

Steve shakes his head, leaning closer to engage in the conversation. “No. Your purpose was... is to be our wife. A queen to our people and the mother of our children. You are meant to rule alongside us, not be behind or beneath us. You are our equal, although we have not treated you as such.”

You sniffle, shaking your head as if trying to shake your feelings away.

“Why have you treated me the way that you have? Why? What have I done to deserve such hostility?”

The two exchange long glances before James sighs and takes your hand, leading it to the thin scar at the base of his skull.

“Someone has operated on me. Altered me in a way that makes me hostile towards you and Steven. We do not know who, but we know that they are close enough to be near me without raising suspicion. I will never be able to apologize enough for my actions. I have hurt you far more than I ever could have imagined myself capable of. But with the help of doctor Banner, we were hoping to have more clues as to who is responsible for this. However, he is still in quite an unstable condition.”

You swallow hard, this new information having you beyond overwhelmed.

“Who would conspire against you in such a way? Who would have such hatred in their heart for the two of you that they would take it out on me?” The two kings sigh, their hearts heavy and their eyes filled with sadness.

“We do not know. But one thing is certain: we will not rest until we figure out who it is and until they are brought to justice.”

~*~

The two Kings settle in the guest chambers for the night, having insisted that you get your own space and that you are welcome to join them if you feel so inclined.

Your mind is still in shambles, thoughts scattered and emotions all over the continent as you prepare for bed.

A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts and you softly call for them to enter, your guard raising in an instant.

“How may I help you, Your Majesty?” You ask, jaw clenched tightly.

Thor takes a deep breath then lets it out, pacing slowly around your chambers.

“I stepped very far out of line, (Y/n). I let my emotions get the better of me and I was foolish. I apologize sincerely for my actions.” You watch him with furrowed brows, not sure if you should trust him.

“You have... entranced me. Bewitched me. Your husbands have not treated you fairly and, even in the short time that I've known you, I can tell that you are a woman deserving of the world. And if the world cannot be given to you then you deserve everything in it. And yet here you are, cowering from your own kingdom because they failed to protect you.” You want to interrupt. To tell him that he is not aware of the extent of the trauma that the Kings themselves have faced, but you hold your tongue instead.

“I can only hope that one day you will be able to forgive what has transpired today. For I value your company and your companionship and I would be devastated to lose it in any way. However, I will not blame you if you were to push me away. I was out of line and I allowed myself to be weak in a moment when I should have been strong. You needn’t give me an answer tonight, but I am offering my sincerest apologies. While you are here the Palace is yours. Anything you require will be brought to you promptly.”

He’s quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, his eyes on the ground.

“I bid thee goodnight, and I hope pleasant dreams find you tonight.” He turns to leave and you sigh, shaking your head.

“Thor, wait.” He does, turning back to look at you with those soft blue eyes of his.

“I appreciate and accept your apology. I do not look at you any differently because of what transpired, and I am grateful that you came to explain it. I appreciate your friendship and I am glad to have found solace in you, and it would be a shame to squander it over something so trivial.” He smiles, relief and happiness plain as day on his face.

“Good. Thank you for your understanding, (Y/n). Goodnight.” He leaves without another word and you put your head in your hands, beyond confused and frustrated with the feelings stirring inside of you.

You would be lying if you said that the Asgardian King wasn’t attractive. And he has been a friend in times when you’ve otherwise had none.

Shaking the intrusive thoughts out of your head, you exit your chambers and pad softly down the hall, stopping in front of the chambers that have been set aside for your husbands.

You knock twice, butterflies finding a home in your belly as you wait for one of them to allow you entrance.

The door gets pulled open and James stands in front of you, the formal look on his face dropping to give way to a soft smile.

“May I join the two of you tonight?” You ask quietly, looking between him and Steve. The blond looks on eagerly from his spot on the bed, nodding his head quickly.

“Of course, My love.” You bow your head in thanks and enter the room, oblivious to the eyes following your every move from a dark corner of the hallway.

The door shuts behind you but you continue to the bed, crawling on next to Steve while James extinguishes the lanterns lighting the room.

Steve makes room for you in the centre of the bed, pushing the blankets aside to allow you to get comfortable. James climbs on behind you, waiting until you’re settled to get comfortable himself.

Neither of the Kings touch you. No, they stay a respectable distance away.

“I am not so angry that I will not allow my husbands to embrace me,” you say softly, eyes closed as the events of the day catch up to you.

You’re then being held on either side by strong arms and right then and there, in that very moment, you feel the safest you have ever felt in your life.

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Because Hearts Get Broken - Loving Is The Antidote (Part 3/3)

Because Hearts Get Broken Part 3 :) read the first two on my masterlist

Synopsis: Overcoming fears is not an easy thing, but maybe it’s worth a shot if the ending leads to happiness.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty, mostly fluffy and SHMUTTYYYYYYYYY

Warnings: SMUT!!! (so beware, this is kinda sweet, but oh so filthy; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), m going down on f, slight fingering etc), swearing

Word count: 5895

Y/N had never been so nervous while getting ready for a show. She liked to be front-row, right by the stage to feel as close to the music as possible, the energy of the crowd filling her up and making her buzz with excitement, even hours after the concert was done.

The thing was – with when they started dating and then with the pandemic shutting everything down in spring, Y/N had never seen Harry live. Sure, he’d given her private concerts, had sung her any song she wanted, but this was different. Somehow, even though there were more people, it felt more intimate because this wasn’t just him lulling Y/N to sleep. This was Harry baring part of his soul to the world, and doing it with such ease, it made her heart ache.

The venue was small, at least compared to the arena sizes Y/N knew he typically performed at. There were around 100ish or so people, and the line was quite quick to move.

She told the woman with the clipboard her name and provided some ID. The list wasn’t that long, and it took her barely two seconds to spot the name, as she smiled and gave Y/N a nod.

“I’ll have Bert escort you to the backstage if you’ll just follow him, please.”

“Could I actually watch from the crowd?” Y/N asked biting her lip. “I love being a part of it, you know. Feel the energy and stuff.”

“Uh, sure.” The woman gave her an uncertain look. “It’s just that Mr Styles asked for you to be brought backstage, and umm…”

“If Harry says anything,” Y/N put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I’ll deal with it. Please, don’t worry too much. Unless he wants a kidnapping charge, he’ll deal with the fact that I’m inside the venue.”

And that seemed to do the trick, as the girl, visibly relaxed and even laughed a bit, handing Y/N back her ID and motioning with her head to go inside.

Small tables had been set up, and each one could house four people at a time. Most of them had already been taken and given how she didn’t want to draw any attention, Y/N decided to take one of the tables at the very back, a pillar half obscuring the stage and with that – her face.

The enthusiasm was palpable in the air, and people were chattering away, anticipating the moment Harry with his band would walk onto the stage. A waitress came up to her, asking if she wanted anything to eat or drink.

“And your name, please? To set up a tab.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh,” her eyes went a bit wide. “Um, no need to pay then.”

Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“We’ve been told that anything you order should be put on Mr Sty – “

“Mr Styles tab,” Y/N finished the sentence with a chuckle. “Yeah. Okay… well, is it possible for you to not say anything to him and let me pay for my drinks?”

“I – “ she shrugged. “I guess?”

“Just the G&T please.”

The waitress nodded and clicked her pen, still seemingly unsure about what to do, but ultimately deciding to go with what Y/N asked. “Coming right up.”

The lights dimmed, and Y/N’s attention was brought to the stage, where she saw Harry, Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Naomi and Charlotte appear and take their places, as applause and cheers became their background music.

He looked good, very good, in fact. His brown hair was the typical messy mop on top of his head, the signature pearl necklace around his neck, while he sported the soft rainbow cardigan, a sharp-looking high neck button-up, and black slacks, with black boots.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Harry started, and it made a collective chuckle rise into the air. He could post a fleeting comment on Instagram saying he was having a concert in three minutes, and there’d be ten thousand fans waiting for him. “When ‘Save the Children’ reached out to us and asked if we could help them raise some donations, we immediately hopped on the idea, and it warms our hearts seeing so many of you here, and the fact that you’re supporting their cause.”

Loud cheers immediately exploded, and Y/N obviously joined in.

“All proceeds for the tickets made today will go to them, as will any other donations you decide to give, so, I hope you do, and let’s get the show going.”

That was Sarah’s cue to hit her drumsticks together three times, as the notes of ‘Golden’ rattled the air.

Seeing Harry in his element was nothing short of electric. Although he was sitting down, and most of the songs he sang were acoustic versions, it was dazzling to see the passion seep out of his body and into the lyrics he'd composed.

Throughout most of it, his green eyes kept scanning over the gathered people, while flitting to see what was happening behind the curtain, and it made Y/N sort of giddy, thinking that he might be trying to find her.

Because in truth, he was. When Harry had arrived, he was all nerves and jitters, which had never happened before a show. Well, never before had Y/N come to one of his shows, so there was also that.

All throughout prep, he was waiting for someone from the staff to come up to him and tell him his girl had come, but no one did, until like five minutes before he was supposed to perform, a breathless woman, who seemed so nervous she was about to pass out, had tapped him on the shoulder.

“Is she here?” Now he was the breathless one.

“Uh, yeah, Y/N arrived a little while ago.”

His forehead creased in confusion. “Then, where is she? No one came to inform me.”

“I’m so sorry Mr Styles, but she asked to be allowed into the crowd, she uh… didn’t wanna be taken backstage.”

“Oh.”

That was literally all he could manage, as his heart dropped. “Well… at least she’s here.” He gave the assistant a smile. “Thank you. I uh, I hope you’ll enjoy the show.”

Then it was call-time, and he had to gather himself as he walked on the small podium, taking his place by the mic, and beginning the concert.

After each song, he scanned the gathered people, in hopes of seeing Y/N’s face, but she had hidden really well, and when he’d looked to the sides, wishing to see her frame standing there, he had to remind himself, that she was there, and he still had to fulfil a little surprise, which he hoped she’d like.

“You know when writing… songs are inspired by many things, but just like with books you reread, they can get new meanings and make you feel different than before. So, although I had no clue this person existed when I wrote this song, the second I met her, I knew it was about her. She’s uh, she’s here tonight.”

Y/N’s head snapped up from where she’d been propping it against her hand so hard, she was sure she heard a bone crack.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

“So, I’d like to end this small get together and dedicate it to her. And I know this isn’t one of her favourite songs,” Harry let out a small laugh, Sarah mimicking it behind the drums. “She told me she’s kind of sick of it, given how it was all over the radio at one point, but uh, I hope that maybe, she - uh - she just listens to the words, and knows I mean it.”

Y/N didn’t even need the first chord to be played to know what song he meant. ‘Adore You’.

During their quarantine, she’d jokingly said if it played one more time on the radio, she’d have to break up with him.

He’d yanked her down on the couch, nose nuzzling into her hair. “ ‘N why’s that? Thought you liked my singing.”

“I do,” Y/N wove her fingers into his locks and massaged at his scalp, making Harry let out a satisfied groan. “I just don’t wanna hear you sing about loving and adoring someone that ain’t me.”

A playful smirk pressed against her skin. “Jealous, are we?”

“No,” Y/N shrugged pinching his side. “Jus’ tired of the song.”

“Don’t worry.” He brought his face from where he’d hidden it by her shoulder and turned hers to face him. “From now on, whenever I’ll sing it, I’ll sing it for you. You’re the only person I wanna love and adore.”

“What about Gem and your mum.”

A disgusted look passed over his features. “Not in that way!”

“Harry!” Y/N slapped his arm as both of them dissolved into laughter.

“You don’t have to say you love me,” he sung, breaking her out of the trance, “you don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say you’re mine.”

She’d never hated the song, never meant it when she’d said that, and could never be mad at Harry for having written out his feelings, woven them into notes and masterfully put it together for others to hear.

It was a weird notion to Y/N though, knowing everyone in the world could hear how he’d loved someone so much, but that was just because of her own inability to properly express her feelings. Yet now, listening to him sing that song for her, made her chest hurt.

Thankfully Y/N wasn’t the only one sniffling in the audience, so she wasn’t standing out that much. She was kind of scared that Harry might look over and others would connect the dots, but he didn’t, not really at least. His green eyes scanned the people, but mostly he kept his gaze on the floor, as if afraid of what reaction everyone would have as the song ended.

“Thank you,” he muttered into the microphone the cheers morphed into ovations, while he pressed his fingers against his lips and ‘sent’ the kiss to the audience before retreating backstage with his band in tow. As people started to filter out, groups heading down the street while others lingered in hopes of catching a glimpse or having a word with Harry, Y/N waited by the table, finishing off her drink before moving towards the backstage.

“I uh.” She showed one of the security guards her ID. “I was told I can come backstage?”

The burly man looked down at the woman next to him, who much like the assistant before had a clipboard. When she found Y/N’s name she looked up and smiled. “Right this way.”

They wove through the small walkways, as people rushed back and forth, coiling up wires, dismantling the drum-set and carefully placing the instruments in their boxes for them to be put in the van.

“He’ll be back here in a minute,” the representative said, opening up a door where Harry’s name was plastered on, letting her step in, and Y/N nodded, pulling her jumper sleeves down her palms.

It was a nervous habit of hers, having switched over from biting her nails to plucking at loose threads of clothing to now pulling at them. Harry had been the one to help her get rid of the biting.

“How am I supposed to paint your nails, if you rip them off?”

Y/N had scoffed shoving him a bit. “You have your own nails to paint.”

“Yes, but I wanna make your pretty too.”

“You telling me I ain’t pretty enough for you?”

“No, I think you’re gorgeous, but,” he’d leaned closer to her, so close she could feel his teeth graze her earlobe, “I do love it when I can see marks on my back in the morning.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, as butterflies tumbled through her stomach. Three minutes of anticipation and the door clicked open, making her whip around and come face to face with Harry.

“Hey,” he breathed out. “I uh I didn’t really think you’d come, but I’m really happy you did.”

Y/N shrugged toeing at the ground and smoothing her hands against her thighs. “I’ll always do everything I can to support you. Being together is not a condition in my book for making sure you’re alright and happy.”

“Did you uh – di –“

“Did I hear the song?” she interrupted him, and Harry visibly gulped nodding.

“Yeah.” It was barely a whisper, her eyes cast down, noticing how his foot was tapping an irregular rhythm.

“And?”

“And?” Y/N let out a chuckle before leaning down to the couch and grabbing a pillow. “How! Dare! You!” she yelled, hitting his arm with it. “You think you can just do that, you think you can dedicate a song – a fucking love song – to me and get away with it? You think you can just be sweet and nice and so fucking loving and not make me fall in love with you more? And – and – and you just think you can do that?! And make me feel things?”

Harry’s smile was blinding, as he grabbed the pillow, throwing it onto the sofa, and eliminating the two remaining steps between the two, hands on her waist, forehead to hers, as Y/N huffed seeing the smirk bloom even more on his lips. “I made you feel things, huh?”

“Yes,” she grumbled crossing her arms in front of her chest, but in no way was she attempting to push away from him, actually relishing his touch and warmth, and his skin against hers. “You did. And I hate you for that.”

“Do ya really, dove?” He was smiling wider than before.

Her nose brushed against his. “Very much so.”

“I love you too. So much.”

“You sure you want to take a chance on me?” Y/N had to ask. “It’s – I can’t promise it’ll be easy.”

“Love’s not supposed to be easy. And you’re worth it. You’re worth everything to me.”

“Okay then…” She had to suppress the cry that threatened to break out of her throat by clearing it. “But on one condition,” Y/N stated with all seriousness. “You give me a proper shag right here, right now, because I’ve missed you so much, I won’t be able to wait until home.”

“Fuck, dove!” Harry groaned and cupped her cheeks, pulling her lips to his. “They’re gonna ban me from here,” Harry muttered against Y/N’s mouth, trying to wiggle out of the cardigan.

“Then let’s give them a reason,” Y/N hummed against his lips, as her fingers, shaky but still nimble, undid the first button to his high-collared shirt.

Down and down, they went until the planes of his chest and stomach were exposed, and she could indulge herself by letting her palms and nails rake over the skin and the tattoos.

“Wanna taste you,” Harry gasped pulling away for a breath of air. “Haven’t had you in so long, wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head from his words alone, and given how she didn’t trust her voice to not shake, she nodded her head, helping him get her boots off, toeing the socks with them and then shimmying out of her jeans.

Her bottom half was practically naked when Harry pulled her by the thighs, legs around his waist and lowered her on the shabby sofa. Her mind was so hazy from all the love and pleasure, Y/N didn’t even care about how it probably hadn’t had a good deep clean in ages.

Skilful hands lifted up her jumper, exposing the tank underneath. Harry raised his eyebrow. “How many layers do you have on? I want you naked.”

“It’s fucking winter in New York.” Y/N helped him remove the piece of clothing he found so offensive. “Did you want me to come in just lingerie and freeze my tits off?”

He hummed before looking up. “Speaking of tits? Can I see ‘em?”

“Maybe. If you eat me out first.”

“Deal.”

The thing was, as much as Harry wanted to dive right into it, he was feeling mischievous, so he decided to drag out the process as much as possible. Hands caressing her sides, he lifted the shirt so he could press kisses to her stomach, leaving invisible marks of love with every step of the way, and he grinned to himself hearing Y/N’s breath hitch as he reached her underwear.

There was an embarrassingly large wet spot, and Harry pressed his hips against the couch to somewhat minimise the pain he was starting to feel. He was not gonna blow a load in his pants when he finally got to be with Y/N again.

“Can I take 'em off?” Harry murmured, leaving a fluttery press of his mouth against her hipbone, while she viciously nodded.

Quickly he pressed a kiss to the spot he’d soon be able to see unclothed, and it made Y/N jerk, but fuck she was eager, pupils blown so much there was nothing left of her usual Y/E/C eyes, but two black abysses.

Harry’s were quite the same, as the green had turned dark jade, and even that was a small ringlet around his intense gaze.

“Do not!” She pointed a finger at him, and Harry stopped mid-motion, just as he was going to pocket her panties. “I won’t go commando while wearing jeans.”

“But –“

“It’s not you who’ll chafe.”

Harry huffed, and put them on the side of the couch. “Fine. But just so you know, you’re very boring and are ruining all the fun.”

“At least I won’t have to deal with a yeast infection.”

He couldn’t argue with that, running his hands over her thighs. “Fair enough. But you owe me a kiss.”

“Come here, you doofus,” she grabbed at the open lapels of his shirt and pulled him down, arms looping around his broad shoulder to have his chest pressed against hers and bring their lips back together.

For a couple of minutes, they let their tongues dance in the familiar rhythm. There were no teeth clashing, no foreheads bumping or biting. Despite both of their eagerness, they’d decided to revel in being together, so each kiss was experienced to the fullest.

“Better?” she asked, completely out of breath, as they pulled apart.

“Yeah.” Harry smiled, mind a blissed-out haze. “Now, where were we?”

She couldn’t really think straight either, so her only response was a lift of her hips.

“Right,” he sighed and slipped a delicate hand down her tummy and along the inside of her legs. “God, I missed being here.” And slowly his head joined where he was brushing the sensitive skin of the apex of her thighs.

“Harry!” she dragged out his name, as his fingers just kept skimming her skin, and when she thought they’d slip past her folds, he dragged them back to the inner thigh. “Stop teasing!” Y/N had her hands over her eyes.

“Why?” he smirked, kissing right around the place she wanted his lips on, but not on it. “It’s fun. Payback for everything you put me through.”

“Harry, I swear if you don’t put your tongue in me, I’ll put my foot through your face.”

He lifted her legs up, and then over his shoulders, caging her hips in with his arms. “Not if I do that.”

“Just – fuck! You’re such a bully!” Y/N laughed.

“Are you telling me, I’m being mean to my girlfriend, the love of my life, owner of my heart and soul?” he asked, leaning his cheek to rest against the inside of her thigh, and she wove her fingers into his hair.

“Well, if you don’t do anything, it’s gonna be ex-girlfriend again.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Look who’s being a bully now.”

“But – just – please!” she whined. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“Need what?”

“Ugh, you’re such a menace!” Y/N pretty much yelled and leaned to rest herself on her elbows, catching Harry’s eyes to keep a direct gaze. “I need your tongue so far up my cunt, that by the end of it all, your neck is covered in my cum. Happy now?”

His grin was wicked. “Very.”

That seemed to do the trick, as he lowered his head, and with closed eyes like a wine taster, finally attached his mouth to where Y/N had been craving him for so long. A deep sigh of relief passed her lips, and she threw her head back against the couch cushion, savouring the feeling of what was happening to her.

“Did you eat pineapples before coming?” Harry asked, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers; they slipped in without any resistance with how wet she was. “Taste… sweet.”

“Had a fruit salad for dinner,” she moaned as he leaned back in and licked a broad stripe. “Didn’t have anything else in the fridge.”

“That’s not proper dinner. Pizza afterwards?”

Y/N hummed as he sucked on her clit. “Domino’s?”

Harry linked his fingers through hers and brought their intertwined hands to rest on her stomach. “Whatever you want.”

“Isn’t this kind of cheating for you though?” she let out a choked-back laugh, and with furrowed brows, he detached himself from her core.

“What’dya mean?”

“You’re having dessert first.”

The singer threw his head back with a cackle. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat my veggies. But let me finish having my fruit first.”

It was like he’d been starved of her, and in a way, Harry definitely had been. For almost three months, a quarter of a year, he hadn’t felt Y/N’s touch, hadn’t tasted her, nor pretty much heard the sounds she made.

All he’d been left with was one last good-bye, a kiss given in a passion induced haze, and the one-sentence she’d recorded for her voicemail box, and well, let’s just say – Harry was more than happy to feel her hands let go of his and grasp onto his hair, to drink up everything she offered and listen to all of the moans Y/N was no longer depriving him of. It was heaven, to say the least.

“ ‘M not gonna last long,” she gasped, yanking at his hair, making him moan into her, the vibrations only adding to the already intense pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

Harry released her clit with a small pop. “Don’t want you to last long. Want you to cum and do it like you said you would – soak me all the way down to my neck.”

A second later, he had his mouth around her clit again, ten seconds later, her whole body seized up, the air got stuck at the back of her throat, as her eyes rolled to the back, and her back arched up from the couch so far Harry almost lost his hold on Y/N’s waist.

It was through a fog she heard Harry speak, and it took all of her willpower to focus on understanding what he was saying.

“Hey, come back to me, dove,” he whispered, gentle palms coming to hold Y/N’s face, and he intently watched her eyelids flutter, body still going through the aftershocks of orgasm. “Come back, dove.”

“Mhmm,” she let out a soft sigh, leaning her face more into Harry’s touch before opening her eyes and giving him a fucked-out smile.

“You good there?”

The words ‘the best’ were pretty much a slur, but Harry understood them, eyes twinkling. “Take my top off.”

“What?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you wanna see my tits?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughed. “I did – do. Very much so. Gonna let me?”

“Just take my top off.”

Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, where she could taste herself (and much like Harry had said – she did taste sweet), he practically ripped the tank top off, and with a little help from Y/N who stretched her back, the bra came off as well, revealing her in her full naked glory.

“So beautiful,” he uttered in a soft voice. “Still so bloody gorgeous. Should kick myself for ever letting you go even for a second.”

A little piece of her heart broke at Harry’s statement. “Wasn’t your fault.”

“Maybe.” He dragged a hand between her breasts and watched as Y/N’s breathing went ragged. “Maybe not. All I know is, I shouldn’t have let you leave.”

“Then don’t let me. Please.”

It was the tears in her eyes which made him lean down and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongue twisting against hers, promising that whatever happened, whatever insecurities came their way, he wouldn’t ever let go.

“Take these off,” Y/N said, popping open the button to his slack, and even that small motion made Harry release a groan of relief, as some of the pressure was taken off his painfully hard dick. “Wanna have you inside me.”

“Dove, you’ll kill me with that mouth of yours.”

“I’d rather you raw me than die.”

“ ‘S not my fault you’ve got such a dirty mouth.”

He’d managed to kick off his shoes, and shimmy the trousers down, now lying in a pile on the floor, while Y/N had fully removed his shirt and had thrown it somewhere across the room, itching to just have him pressed against her.

“Condom,” Harry hissed when Y/N’s hand slipped behind his briefs and grabbed him at the base, twisting her palm the way he liked, and slowly moving it up so she could press her thumb against the sensitive tip. “Condom – shit – Y/N, I wanna cum, but not that quick.”

“Nuhu,” she shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist, both her hands going to the back of his underwear and dragging them down, not before squeezing his ass. “I said I want you to raw me.”

If Harry was going to bust a nut before, now it took him literally biting on his lip and closing his eyes for a minute to gather composure.

“Wait no!” Y/N suddenly sat upright as he was going to lean down, almost knocking her forehead to his nose.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wanna blow you.”

“I –,“ he stammered, “you – fuck. Okay. As much as I love that idea, because believe me I do, you’ll have to do it later, ‘cause I’m just about ready to cum.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed, hand reaching for his hard member, Harry having to stop her midway. “But – you just gave me such good head. I wanna give some to you too.”

“I will literally cum just from you talking if you don’t stop, but I really wanna fuck you, so will you please just let me?”

“Okay,” Y/N nodded leaning back down and reaching for Harry to lay over her. “But you’ll let me stuff my face with your cock after?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“ ‘S not fun being teased, is it?” Y/N grinned, biting on his earlobe, as Harry took himself and lined up with her entrance, letting the tip nudge against her clit.

“Yes well,” he took in a breath, slowly sinking in, “if you giving me a blowjob is your form of revenge, I might have to piss you off more.”

That was a suggestion Y/N was happy to take him up on, as long as it got Harry inside her.

He was being very gentle, very much so aware of how sensitive she still was from her previous orgasm, and all he wanted to do was make her feel as good as possible, so he stilled half-way in, but Y/N shook her head.

“More,” she whimpered.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he muttered against her lips, legs shaking from how much pleasure he was already having, but still very much so attuned to what Y/N’s body was telling him, yet she seemed to not be having any of it.

“Harry if you don’t get inside me right up to your balls, I will get myself off in front of you, and leave you high and dry.”

“Now that,” he looked at her pointedly, “just won’t do.” And with those words, he sank deeper, just as Y/N had requested until he’d bottomed out.

All the air had been choked out of her lungs from the sensation, and not only did Harry have to wait for a second for her to adjust (and to compose himself somewhat), but also for Y/N to take in a breath.

“Breathe, dove,” he let out a small laugh, and it made Y/N reciprocate, her chest rattling with uneven intakes. “Said I didn’t wanna hurt you, let alone kill you.”

“ ‘S not my fault your dick’s massive.”

“Do I hear complaining?”

“No, just stating a fact.”

“Well, I’ll be taking that as a compliment.” He smoothed away some strands of hair, letting the two of them just lay there for a moment, to relish in the normalcy of the situation and how amazing it was to be back together, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

Harry left kisses all over Y/N’s face as she calmed down, lips skimming over her cheeks, then down her jawline, up her chin to give a peck on the lips before kissing the tip of her nose and the bridge, then each of her eyelids and then the forehead before slipping to soothe at her temples. “You alright?” He checked in, a thumb stroking her cheek. “Do you want some water maybe?”

“No,” she shook her head, her own palms on a never-stopping motion on his back, up and down, and then circling against Harry’s sides. “Jus’ needed a second to gather myself. ‘S been a while.”

“So, you haven’t gotten with anyone while we – “

Y/N raised an eyebrow as his question trickled off. “Do you really wanna know if I’ve had sex with anyone? Right now? With your dick all the way in my vagina?”

“Hey! STDs are a real thing!”

“Harry, if I was, I would’ve told you before all of this. And not just because of health risks…”

And that made something in his chest bloom. This certain hope, he’d felt get extinguished when Y/N had broken it off, but that had been quite the pest in his mind. The hope that was the reason he’d tried so hard to talk to her both on New Year’s and then the week prior – the hope, that Y/N did trust him enough to open up, and that if he just gave her the time, she’d do so without inhibitions.

Her answer confirmed it to Harry. He had no rights to know what her sex life was like when they weren’t together, he wasn’t her keeper, but the fact that she’d implied, she would’ve let him know regardless, that Y/N so wholeheartedly trusted him with such intimate information made that hope blossom into a glowing flower.

“I haven’t been with anyone either,” his tone was sincere. “I – I couldn’t. I tried to, but I just couldn’t take it that far, because every time I opened my eyes… it wasn’t you staring back at me.”

“Haz…” tears gleamed on Y/N’s bottom lashes, and when they fell, he gently wiped them away. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” He shook his head. “None of that. It was a good thing. Because we’re here, right now, right this second, and it’s you I’m with, and it’s you I wanted. Needed. So, none of that.”

“I just – “

“I know,” he said and pressed his forehead against hers. “I know.”

“Okay… I – “ she took in a breath. “I think you can move now.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed. “Just take it slow at first.”

Harry’s head fell into the crook of her neck. “I’ll take care of you. Promise. Just tell me if it hurts, and we’ll stop.”

“You could never hurt me.”

And as much as her statement made his insides all warm and fuzzy, Harry still moved gently. Slowly he rolled his hips into hers and took in the small moan that left Y/N’s throat. Then once more, and more, and more until he’d set a bruising pace, pounding into her so much, the table next to the sofa shook with the force.

“Fuck, Haz.” It was a breathless whimper, her nails digging oh so deliciously into his back, leaving crescent moon marks for him to admire later. “Feels so good. So deep.”

“And you’re so tight,” he grunted, placing a hand on her lower stomach and pushing down until he could feel himself moving inside of Y/N. “Taking me so fucking well.”

One of his palms came to rest by her head, and the other took the arm of the couch, giving Harry the chance to lean into her even more and finally hit that spot that made all thought leave her head, and all breaths come in short gasps, while she desperately tried to hold onto reality by digging her nails in his biceps.

Not that Harry was fairing any better. With every thrust and stroke, he was slowly coming closer to letting go, to finally getting that release he craved and painting Y/N’s core with his cum, but before that, he just had to, if only to prove to himself he could, get her off one more time.

His palm slipped down from the armrest of the couch, over Y/N’s collarbones, squeezing her breast before finding its way between them to rub circles over her clit.

“Ah, shit,” he moaned, looking at where his cock was disappearing into her, wetness spilling and sticking to his lower abdomen and thighs. “Fuck, dove, I need you to come.”

“ ‘M almost there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop rubbing.”

He didn’t, instead, increasing the pace, and he felt her clench more and more until there was pretty much no way for him to move and that pushed both of them over the edge.

It was an explosion of fireworks without a sound, as bright colours came to life behind their eyelids, but all the noise became non-existent, the most euphoric feeling in the world seemed to replace their blood and replenish their souls with love.

But funnily enough, even though Y/N was the one who’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, it seemed Harry was having a harder time coming down from the high, as he was still shaking, his whole body racked by tremors, hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.

“Come back to me, Haz.” Y/N kissed his eyelids just like he’d done to her. “Come back. ‘S alright.”

“Nuhu,” he shook his head, laughter rumbling through his chest and reverberating into hers. “I think you’ve killed me. Absolutely bloody murdered me.”

“Guess I gotta hide your body then.” She smiled, letting her hands roam his back and soothe the pain her nails had left.

“Good thing you’re obsessed with all those crime shows.”

“Gotta get some useful skills somehow.”

Loud banging against the door made the two jump, and Harry whipped his head towards it.

“Are you two done fucking?” Sarah hollered. “ ‘Cause there are people here who’d like to change and get something to eat.”

“What’dya say?” Harry raised an eyebrow at Y/N. “Pizza?”

“You did promise dinner.”

“I did.” He kissed her. God, he was never going to get tired of kissing her. And luckily, Y/N was there to stay.

“Great.” She smiled. “And after that, I’ll get my desert.”

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A/N:..... I need a cold shower, yall. Didn’t intend for it to get that explicit, but oh well :D

P.S. my tags are always open :)

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starcrossedkaiju · 3 years

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Kingslayer AU: Chapter Five

If you remember that post I made about the Red Resistance you’re a real one.

Notes: this one is very short. It’s just to move the plot along and blah blah blah. Next chapter is a good one I think.

The next time Scott showed up to the Red Desert it was for a petty fight that Scar had instigated by trying to steal directly from the Renchanting base. The situation made Scott face palm, and he contemplated not even showing up. However, when Jimmy offered to go in place of him, he told him not to bother. That he would be back in less than a day and night cycle.

Scott walked into the meeting just as the Red Army crested a hill. Which they stayed on. Scar yawned exaggeratedly and trekked up to his opponent, who was wearing a bandage on his left arm.

Cleo was also there. She seemed to be focused on drawing shapes in the cracked sand with the tip of her sword. Most likely feeling bitter about her former ally, Tango, joining Dogwarts. Everyone was paying as little attention as possible while Scar fired off false promises and white lies. Grian busied himself with apologizing to the nearest members of the Red Army for Scar’s embarrassment.

Scott was nearly falling asleep on his feet when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Tango.

“Hey Major, you got a minute?” he whispered.

“So many,” Scott responded, gesturing to the desolate state of their meeting.

The two of them quietly excused themselves from the group to speak in private. Scott didn’t know why he didn’t tell Tango to just leave him alone. Maybe it was because Tango had a certain air of reluctance about him, Scott was certain he pulled his punches. Maybe it was shear boredom.

“So, nice weather,” Tango observed the arid desert sky.

“Uh huh..” Scott provided, unimpressed.

Tango stared at him blankly. Awkwardly.

He cleared his throat, “so I heard about your battle with Skiz and Ren. Impressive,” Tango said.

“What is with you people and beating around the bush? We’re not friends,” Scott pushed Tango away by the middle of his chest, “Tango,” he reminded.

Tango looked hurt for a second, “ouch Major. Fine, I wanted to ask you to join me,” he said.

Scott burst out laughing, to which Tango scolded him and shook him by the shoulders. That shut him up, it also earned Tango a slap.

“Don’t touch me,” Scott ordered.

Tango put his hands up, “no touching here! But be quiet. I brought you over here alone for a reason,” he pointed out.

Scott glanced at his allies. Blissfully unaware of the possible treason he may have been about to commit.

“Nobody knows this yet,” Tango whispered, “but I’m spying on the Red Army,” he said.

“What?” Scott asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, I have a plan. It involves you,” Tango responded.

Scott paused to consider if he was really about to entertain whatever was about to come out of Tango’s mouth.

“How do I know you’re not just trying to get close to me and then kill me on behalf of him,” Scott pointed at Ren, who was rolling his eyes at Scar and animatedly conversing with him about something Scott forgot about a long time ago.

“You remember the cow farm right?” he said.

“Yes,” Scott nodded suspiciously.

“I let you take my cow, on the promise that you and Jimmy wouldn’t tell anyone,” Tango recited.

“And we didn’t,” Scott said.

“Exactly. I know I can trust you, and I can’t trust them, Etho tried to kill me remember?” Tango pointed at Etho and Ren.

“So I want you to join me. Not the Red Army, me. Impulse is doing the same thing,” he concluded.

“Didn’t Impulse actually kill you?” Scott pointed out.

Tango waved his hand, water under the bridge.

Scott drifted off into contemplation. Everything about joining a coup against the Red Army screamed danger. More than usual. Dogwarts was a force to be reckoned with. They had superior gear, defenses, players, and alliances. Maybe Scott could cheap shot Martyn and Skizzle, but he could not promise that same luck against Etho or anyone else for that matter. The thought of even trying made his stomach turn.

And then there was Jimmy. If their plan didn’t work, what would happen to Jimmy? The Crastle? Or the Red Desert for that matter? The target on their backs was large enough. Scott had to take a step back. Since when did he get himself involved in a war?

Since he started defending himself, his mind provided.

Since he started standing up for his own freedom. For their freedom.

“Okay,” Scott said.

“Really? You’re in?” Tango’s eyes lit up, his joy was a bit loud for Scott’s new predilection for secrecy.

“Shh!” Scott put a finger in front of his face, “that’s not what I said…” he averted his eyes.

“I want to, believe me, I do,” he said, “but I can’t.”

Tango’s smile faded instantly, his red eyes grew disappointed, “Why not?” he seemed hurt.

“I have too much to lose. I can’t risk this,” Scott held the charm of his necklace up, it’s gemstone still shimmered bright green.

“Scott, I admire your devotion, I really do; but this is a bit bigger than that,” Tango said.

Scott’s expression fell into shock and reproach.

That seemed like enough of an answer for Tango, who backtracked as he realized he’d struck a nerve.

“I mean!” he corrected, “I mean nothing will happen to Jimmy. Cross my heart, he will be under the Red Resistance’s finest protection,” Tango stood up straight and crossed his heart.

Scott decided that was satisfactory. He made a face that said the opposite though, just to make sure Tango’s pride wasn’t too uplifted.

“Fine. I’ll join you Tango, but if I get even the slightest inclination of funny business, I’m out,” Scott cautioned, but he agreed.

“Terms and Conditions, I get it. The Red Resistance will not indenture any of its members,” Tango responded with a gleeful grin.

“You guys and your red themed names,” Scott teased, but held his hand out. They ought to make it official before everyone stopped snoring.

Tango shook it enthusiastically. The two called it done and Scott returned to his side, and Tango returned to the Red Army.

*****

Scott traveled back home that day. No fighting had taken place, although Scar had decidedly talked himself into a hole and ended up giving Ren access to any sand Dogwarts and their affiliates needed for the next week. It was no skin off Scott’s back, he didn’t care. Not his sand.

Wearing so much armor and standing in place for two hours gets on ones nerves. Taking off his heavy diamond chestplate felt like enough liberation for the day. He expected to hear from Tango or Impulse at some point, preferably soon.

Jimmy asked him how the meeting went when he returned, holding out a cup of coffee.

Unsure of whether or not to tell the truth, Scott lied, he said nothing happened and made fun of Scar for running his mouth so much. He said he was tired.

*****

“Scott? That you?” Tango’s voice came through a small door in his abandoned cow farm. It wasn’t needed anymore.

Scott pointed his torch towards the voice, illuminating a door, which Tango had crafted into the side of the underground farm.

“Yes it’s me. Why’s it so dark in here?” he asked.

“I don’t want people to know I’m still using this place, that’s why,” Tango motioned for Scott to come to him.

Tango silently listened for any sign that Scott had been followed, then pushed a stone slab in front of the hidden door with a silent thud.

On the other side of the door was a short hallway, then a very small room with some pillows on the floor and a table. A map of the server that included all the structures and members was pinned up on the wall. There was also a well loved notebook on the table.

“Where’s Impulse?” Scott asked, sitting down on one of the pillows.

“Ren needed him for something, he’ll probably be here next time,” Tango explained. He sat down and lit a candle to make more light.

“I thought we would start by going over the basics today,” Tango picked up the notebook and flipped through some of the pages absently.

Scott looked away and then back, “okay, shoot,” he said.

The “plan” centered around infiltrating the Red Army, convincing them (mainly Ren) that Scott had decided to switch sides. Then, him, Tango, and Impulse would eventually build their trust. Somewhere in there they would convince the Red Army to stop messing with people and come to an agreement with the rest of the server. Something about working together instead of against each other.

“We still have to work some stuff out,” Tango concluded with confidence.

“That’s the plan? You really think this’ll work?” Scott crossed his arms.

“If you can insult Scar convincingly enough, yes,” Tango said.

“Oh this’ll be easy!” Scott laughed, mostly to cover up his nerves.

Tango chuckled with him, then became serious once more, “I’m glad you have a sense of humor going into this. Even after what they did to you,” Tango said.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way,” he apologized.

Scott’s hands stung a bit in response, but he nodded a silent “thanks”.

They were quiet. Scott nervously fiddled with the hem of his coat, lost in thought, mostly regret.

Impulse did show up the next time. He arrived just after Scott did. Everyone sat awkwardly in the little room for a while and Scott was wrapped in nostalgia for a similar time. A time where the only threat was an obscene number of phantoms.

Over the course of their meetings, Scott observed his teammates and their actions. A far cry from who they used to be, including him. Scott’s hair had grown past his ears and turned purple at the tips, and he’d become rather paranoid about always wearing armor.

Tango spent much of their interactions lost in thought. The ghost of whatever was eating at him weighed visibly on his shoulders in the way his head was always bowed in a perpetual staring contest with the ground. He was irritable.

Impulse was a wild card to Scott, they’d never really met before; but it was clear he’d been changed as well. Illustrated by his long “mining” trips, which he only returned from to attend their weekly meetups with no resources to show for it, and a general aura of depression.

His mind was drawn back to the picture Cleo had taken of almost all his server-mates, together in front of the Vibe Machine. He’d studied everyone’s faces countless times. Mostly wondering where everything had gone wrong.

Had they ever truly been friends in the first place? Or was camaraderie a comfort when everyone else was just as weak as one another.

#finally. the end of act one.#also the end of me having to select from my notes app because #up until now I wrote EVERYTHING in the same document #never. ever do that.#kingslayer au #scott smajor #tangotek #impulsesv #3rdlife #3rd life smp #cas types #mcyt

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mariustears · 3 years

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2.5k words of Marius angst + mild Marius x Rosa. The fic is inspired by this post.

Forever

A word so full of lies, that even the best liar couldn't make it believable.

Marius stands in a room. It's dark and empty, at least he assumed it to be. He couldn't remember how he got there. It didn't seem like there were any windows in the room considering that he would probably be seeing some sort of lighting coming from the outside if there were any, even if it was night outside. Was he in a basement perhaps?

He took a few steps forward, then a few more. He couldn't tell where exactly in the room he was, or how big it might be. It was even hard to see the silhouette of his own hand in front of his face.

"-rius!" A voice? It sounded familiar, it sounded like the voice of someone he could only vaguely remember and yet it sounded like he knew it as well as he knew his own voice, a part of him, long forgotten.

"Marius! There you are!" Marius turned around, even if there was someone in the room with him, he couldn't tell. The voice came from all sides but it was as quiet as a whisper.

"I was wondering where you went. Don't just go running off like that, I'll get worried!" The voice got louder but it was still so far that Marius feared he would miss the words if he dared to answer. But even if it was louder, Marius didn't know who it was, it could be his kidnapper for all he knew. How big exactly could this room be if the voice was this quiet, and what did they even mean?

"Look, I found a chrysanthemum in the garden. They're pretty, right? Someday I'd like to own my own flower garden and plant the prettiest flowers!"

Marius remembered. Giann. When he and Giann were children they liked to play in the garden together. Giann loved flowers and liked showing Marius the ones he found especially pretty, sometimes even hoping that Marius could draw them for him. But how did he hear them now? Giann was gone… but then how could he hear his voice so clearly now…?

"Who are you! Don't play tricks on me, show yourself!"

The lights in the room went on but due to Marius' eyes having adjusted to the darkness that previously engulfed the whole room, he was now blinded by the sudden brightness. It took him a few seconds until he could fully open his eyes again but he couldn't believe what he saw after opening them.

Marius was no longer standing in the odd room, he was now standing in the middle of a beautiful garden. It was his parents' garden. He looked around a few times, repeatedly opening and closing his eyes in confusion. This wasn't possible. How-

"Hey, Marius…" Marius turned around towards the voice. It came from a boy sitting on a white bench nearby a giant fountain. It was Giann. He was looking towards the fountain, or more specifically towards the boy who was sitting on the fountain with his feet dangling in the water, Marius. "... remember when I told you that I'd like to own a flower garden in the future and plant all the epiphyllum in the world for mom?"

"Promise me you'll take care of it when I someday won't be able to anymore, okay?"

The boy at the fountain turned his head towards Giann, seemingly not believing what he just heard. "Don't say something like that! You'll take care of it forever! You can't just leave it all in my hands… I don't even know how to take care of flowers..."

Forever. Oh how he wished that their forever would have been just a bit longer…

"Well, maybe you should listen more to what I tell you then! I've explained it to you so many times already!"

Giann stood up and walked towards the fountain, he stopped next to the boy in the fountain with a grin on his face. "Giann…? What are you doing?"

"You just have to water most flowers every once in a while, just like…"

Giann put his hand into the water and…

*splash*

...splashed a generous amount of the water into the boy's face. "...that!" and after finishing his sentence he ran off, deeper into the garden, in hopes that Marius wouldn't be able to catch him, as he knew that the consequences of his actions would be bad if he did end up being caught.

"COME BACK HERE!"

The lights went back off, and once again, Marius was left in complete darkness. What was that? How could he see such a distant memory so vividly even after all those years?

Minutes went by, minutes that felt like hours, minutes that were spent thinking about what he saw. "Forever." It wouldn't leave Marius' mind. It was such a simple thing said by children who did not know that there was no forever for anyone.

Marius had always promised to protect Giann, while Giann had always promised to protect Marius. Forever.

But there was no forever for them. Marius had failed his part of the promise. Marius had failed to protect the one he spent his whole childhood with. The one who always believed in Marius' dream of being an artist. The one who had been there for Marius until the very last moment. And he failed to do something as simple as protecting him.

Marius' legs gave in and he now found himself kneeling on the ground, tears slowly but surely making their way onto his cheeks.

He lost track of time eventually. How long did he spend on the ground? He didn't know.

Marius stood up, his legs had fallen asleep at some point and with no wall being nearly to support him he was struggling to stay up.

Suddenly, the little vision he had was gone again and he could feel something being held in front of his eyes.

"Buh!" The object in front of his eyes was gone again and he was suddenly standing on a busy market street with many vendors having small tables set up with their wares. Someone took his hand to spin him around and the contact made him realise that the object in front of his face must have been two hands holding his eyes closed.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? I'm sorry… I was stuck in traffic for a while…"

He turned around with the hand guiding him and...

...Rosa? But how-

"Hey, is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

You were back? But this couldn't be, both you and Giann were-

"Where have you been? I was worried for you! I… I thought that you were…" Marius finally managed to say something, but his fear and worry had made his words come out louder than he wanted them to be.

Rosa looked back at him, unsure how to respond. "Marius I was just stuck in traffic, I'm sorry that I worried you. I should have messaged you when I had the ability to..."

"No it's fine, I'm sorry I was just a bit lost in my mind and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly, don't worry about it."

It didn't seem like Rosa fully believed what he said, but he couldn't come up with anything better to say.

"Hmm alright... should we check out the market then? Don't tell me you also forgot about the reason we wanted to meet up here!" Rosa laughed, it was that beautiful laugh that Marius had almost forgotten the sound of.

"Of course not! How could I forget!" He took her hand in his, the comfortable warmth of her hand spread over his whole body, until it reached his heart. He missed this, he missed seeing that smile, hearing that laugh and most importantly, he missed her. But why did he miss someone who was only gone from his sight for maybe a day?

Marius and Rosa walked through the Market until they arrived at a specific vendor. They sold jewellery and small handmade trinkets. Their wares weren't of the cheap sort but the quality looked to be quite high too. He saw Rosa stare at a special necklace, it was a golden chain with a golden rose attached to it. The gem in the middle of the rose seemed to be a ruby.

"Oh, Miss! Would you be interested in the necklace? It's quite pretty, don't you think? I made this necklace with the idea of young love in mind. The ruby represents the new found love, while the rose surrounding it represents the strong bond that will hold the love together for as long as you take good care of it."

"Ah, it looks very pretty but I'm sure it's not cheap… especially considering the hard work that you must have put into it!"

As much as she tried to keep her eyes off of the beautiful necklace to look at the vendor, Marius could see that she liked it.

"I'll buy it."

"Marius no, it's fine! You don't have to-"

"It's an apology for earlier. Make sure to take care of it well so our love doesn't wither, okay?"

Rosa turned away from him but it was too late, Marius had already seen the slight pink hint on her cheeks.

"What a wonderful choice! And because you two are so lovely, I'll even give you a discount." The vendor was an elderly man, so it didn't feel fair for Marius to take a discount, especially not considering that he had handmade all of his jewelry.

"There is no need for a discount, I don't mind paying the full price. Your jewelry is high class compared to the necklaces you can buy in stores nowadays, I admire your work." The vendor looked happy to hear the compliments, Marius felt bad that he had to sell his works so low but he knew that it was hard to sell jewelry that didn't have a name associated with it.

Once Marius had paid for the necklace, they both made their way through the rest of the market. They had bought a few things like clothes, vases and other handmade things.

"Stand still for a moment." They were now on a less busy street, the perfect moment for Marius to finally put the necklace on her. He let go of her hand and checked through their bags to check where it was.

"Hm? Is there something wrong?" Rosa stood still with a confused look on her face while Marius grabbed the small box with the necklace from one of the bags.

"Nope, just wait and see." Marius stepped behind her, opened the small box, and gently put it around her neck.

"How does it feel?"

Rosa held the rose shaped piece in her hand before answering, "It's beautiful… thank you."

Marius walked in front of her to see for himself, she was right. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the person wearing it.

"Almost as beautiful as you."

"Marius von Hagen!"

"What? Can't I tell the truth?"

Marius loved moments like these with her. Moments where they could laugh together and where he could see her face slowly getting that nice hint of pink that he found so pretty on her. He wished they would never end, perhaps even that they would last forever.

They continued walking down the street until they could hear a voice screaming for a thief, a man dressed in dark clothes ran past them while an elderly woman tried to follow. "Please help me! He stole my purse!" She screamed towards the two.

"Wait here, I'll catch him!" Marius put his bags down and ran after the man without looking back. The man was quick but he didn't seem to know the area very well. They ended up at a dead end eventually, the man managed to jump over the wall thanks to a dumpster in front of it but he seemed to be tired of their cat and mouse game and dropped the purse before disappearing.

Marius went back to the street where he left Rosa and the woman. He felt bad for just running off without saying goodbye but every second counted and he would see her again once he was back anyway, right?

He was almost back, just one more block before he would be back. But then he stopped in his tracks. Marius could hear sirens and they sounded like they were coming from… no…

Time stood still. Marius felt sick, as if he knew something was wrong. This was for something else right? A lost cat in a tree, or maybe the woman called the police because he took so long? That had to be it. Yes, he was just overreacting.

Marius ran around the block, there were two police cars standing at the street he had left them at. He could see the elderly woman but… where was Rosa? She was surely just behind one of the cars, right?

"Ma'am, so you went to the store on the other side of the street to call the police and then she..." Marius could hear people talking once he came closer but he couldn't make out much of what was said.

"Sir, we can't let you through here." A police officer stopped him. Marius felt dizzy. He could see their bags laying on the ground. Where was she?

"Where… where is Rosa?"

"Rosa?"

"The young woman with brown hair who was waiting here for me with an elderly woman! Where…" Marius could see the elderly woman talking to an officer until she noticed him. She pointed towards Marius and then walked towards him with the officer.

"He is the man who chased the thief for me! He was walking down the street with the nice lady!"

"Where is she-"

"Sir, please calm down. I'll explain everything to you."

Marius was let through by one of the officers and told to follow the officer who was talking to the elderly woman.

"So Ma'am, you've stated that he had followed a thief who had stolen your purse, correct?"

"Yes, he…"

Marius couldn't concentrate. He kept looking towards the bags, towards where she should be standing, waiting. He had gone through this exact scene before. He had lost her once before. This was another memory.

He walked towards the bags, ignoring the officer telling him to wait. There was an alleyway nearby that he hadn't noticed when they walked on the street together.

He took a few steps towards the alleyway. There was something shimmering in the small sun rays that had found their way into the dark alleyway. He walked towards it.

It was the necklace. A golden chain with a rose attached to it and a ruby in the middle. It was ripped apart, possibly broken in a fight.

Forever. He had once again wished for a forever. And once again it was taken from him.

Marius kneeled down to pick up the necklace and when he looked up, he was back in the darkness.

Once again, he couldn't protect the person he promised it to.

Once again, he had failed.

Once again, he had lost someone he loved.

Once again, he was sitting on the ground, the tears now slowly falling onto the rose.

Marius opened his eyes after a few moments, or was it hours? He didn't know.

He was now in his bed, looking at the ceiling. It was a dream, all of it.

A dream that will forever haunt him. A dream that will forever remind him of his failures.

Forever. A promise that will eventually break into tiny pieces, no matter how hard you lie to yourself.

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #tears of themis marius #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis angst #tears of themis rosa #Tears_fics

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Feelings 101

Chapter 17: the one with resolutions

Relationship: Jennifer jareau/emily prentiss

Summary: the friends au where they all work at NYU, and Emily and JJ find themselves reconnecting after 17 years. There are also mixtapes.

Chapter summary: As the year draws to a close both Emily and JJ think about what they really want, and if they're able to deny themselves it any longer.

Chapter word count: 8,077

Songs:

Let's Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas

Crazy In Love - Beyonce

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Cha Cha Slide - DJ Casper

Don't Cha - Pussycat Dolls

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

Rock Your Body - Justine Timberlake

Auld Lang Syne - Guy Lombardo

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“Puppies, kittens, sunshine, kindness, a deeper sense of self, a new track pad and high definition camera.”

Emily leaned over, studying the list Penelope was dutifully making. They were having their morning coffee at Central Perk, as they had done for the past week. They, like many others, were really making the most of the snowstorm passing.

“What you got there?” She asked, “A shopping list?” She didn’t think you could buy a deeper sense of self from the local grocery store – or puppies or kittens for that matter.

Penelope’s mouth curved up in a smile. She paused her writing for a moment to swat Emily playfully. “No silly.”

“They’re her new year’s resolutions,” JJ explained.

They both whipped their heads up to see JJ approaching their table. She was still catching her breath, sweat glistening over her collarbones in all her post run glory. Emily wasn’t unfamiliar with the sight by now but it still made her stomach flip.

There was also the new sight of the butterfly necklace hanging around her neck, glinting in the light. The way that sight in particular made Emily’s heart skip a beat was still something to get used to. She’d hardly taken it off since opening it on Christmas morning, only parting with it to take a shower or occasionally when she slept.

JJ wrapped up her earphones as she plopped herself down on the other side of Penelope.

“Hmm,” JJ mused, examining the list for herself. “We just acquired a cat and a dog, are you saying you’re not satisfied?”

Penelope rolled her eyes, like JJ was completely missing the point. “No, this list is about what I want to surroundmyself with in the New Year, more like energies, not necessarily purchases.”

JJ nodded, like it was obvious now. “Oh, of course.” She paused for a moment before considering a thought. “I know somewhere you could surround yourself with puppies and kittens. A shelter, where a certain dashing - ”

“You two should make your own lists,” Penelope cut her off in a fluster.

JJ smirked, looking to Emily who hid her laugh behind her mug of coffee. Neither of them had missed the way Penelope reacted to Luke, the way her eyes would flicker down at the mere mention of him. Tara had been keeping in touch with her old college buddy after they’d been reunited at the shelter, and then again at the market. The fact that he was also a friend of Matt’s was a happy coincidence. It was almost inevitable that he’d assimilate into their group, a fact Penelope seemed in denial about.

At first Emily hadn’t been sure what it was about – she’d had her suspicions, but the psychology of Penelope Garcia was still new to her. JJ had cleared things up. Penelope loves to flirt,she’d told Emily, as they were out shopping for groceries one morning, their topic of conversation still sleeping soundly. Emily had certainly noticed Penelope’s love of that particular pastime, but she’d listened intently as JJ continued. But it’s not very often that she has to run into them again, or better yet, they become an actual part of her life. The prospect of something more happening, something real… I think it freaks her out. And Luke, well, I’ve never seen her so freaked out.

So Penelope liked Luke. A lot. And it rattled her. Emily recalled these thoughts as she watched JJ smiling down at the list, eyes sparkling. Yeah, Emily could relate to that.

“I don’t know if I’ll bother with a list this year,” JJ said, letting her tired legs stretch out in front of her and under the table.

Penelope gasped. “You have to! It sets the tone for your whole year.”

JJ scrunched up her nose. “But all it ever does is make you feel like a failure when you don’t complete everything. Isn’t that the case with everyone?”

Penelope shook her head, continuing with her own list. “That’s because you set actual goals.”

“As opposed to your… energies, ah I see where I’ve gone wrong now.”

Penelope swatted her on the arm and JJ laughed. She made fun, but it was undeniable that Penelope was the happiest person she knew, generally speaking – she had her demons just like anyone – but she was pretty good at keeping things optimistic. Maybe she had a point. And apparently, Emily agreed. She was currently clicking out her own pen, nodding towards the paper.

“Okay, I’ll bite, how does one make a New Years Resolution list, Penelope Garcia style?”

JJ’s eyebrows shot up. Emily smiled. Penelope exploded.

“Oh yay! Okay, so basically the most important thing is to think about what makes you happy – it could be anything, even little things you don’t think about like….”

She rambled on, explaining her ethos to a perplexed looking Emily. But she just nodded along, clearly doing her best to follow her friends weird and wonderful ways. JJ smiled and eventually gave in, asking Jordan if she could borrow a pen when she came to ask for her order.

“So do you have any plans for tonight?” she asked as she accepted the outstretched pen with a smile.

Jordan let out a sigh, stuffing her hands into the front of her apron. “No, I was meant to be going to a friends but they decided to stay with their family back in Dallas. Think the snowstorm scared them off.”

JJ gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. Really messed things up for everyone that thing.”

Penelope nodded with a huff. “A real bastard.”

Jordan laughed as she made to turn back to the counter. Emily nearly spilled hot coffee all over herself when Penelope whipped around, arm stretched over the back of the couch.

“Hey, we’re going to a party tonight, why don’t you come?”

The spare pen in Jordan’s hand fell to the counter, her mouth hanging open. “I… I don’t want to impose.”

Penelope waved her hand. “Oh, it’s no bother honestly, the more the merrier!”

Jordan still looked unsure, her eyes flickering to Emily and JJ to gauge their reaction. Both just offered a warm smile.

“But I don’t even know this friend of yours.”

Penelope snorted. “Kate’s cool, and we have good street cred. Any friend of ours is a friend of hers, really.”

A blush spread over Jordan’s cheeks and she finally gave a small nod, eyes falling onto Emily just a moment longer.

“What’s that?”

They all collectively looked to each other, eyes wide, as Rossi strode in from the back.

“Oh, just - ” Penelope fumbled with her words.

But Rossi just cracked into a smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t cramp your style. I’m having a quiet get together here for the old timers.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say - ” Penelope started to say, what she wasn’t quite sure, but Rossi raised a hand to stop her yet again.

“Really, it’s okay. You kids have fun. But hey.” He pointed a finger, face stern. “Not too much.” A parting wink let them know he was joking.

Penelope laughed nervously as she turned back around. “Oh god I wasn’t ageist was I?”

JJ gave a light laugh, patting her on the back. “Just be glad you won’t have to apologise to Kate for bringing a hoard of horny 60 year old women with you tonight.”

Penelope shuddered. “Rossi fan girls are the worst.”

“I’m not even asking,” Emily said, taking another gulp of coffee.

“Hey don’t go crazy on the caffeine, you need to fill yourself up with real food before tonight.” Penelope was grinning in a way that made Emily nervous.

She looked to JJ who just shook her head.

* * *

Emily set down her fork, leaning back in her chair with an almighty groan. She didn’t think after thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, she’d ever eat so much again, certainly not so soon.

“I’m right there with you,” JJ mumbled from beside her. She was slumped so far down her chair that she was nearly under the table.

“Are our stomachs suitably lined?” Penelope asked. She still had a spring in her step as she returned from paying for the bill.

Emily gestured what she hoped was a nod.

They’d ended up at a very nice café only a few blocks down that seemed to only serve brunch, in vast amounts – otherwise known on New Year’s Eve as pre-drinking food. And it seemed everyone there had the same idea. All around them were people sat in front of bowls of oats, berries and bananas, Greek yoghurt, melon, something she’d been informed by Penelope was Chia pudding, and eggs – lots and lots of eggs. Emily herself had consumed a mountain.

She also didn’t miss how much younger the people around them were. There had to be at least a decade between her and the boy who was snapping pictures of his avocado on toast. It made her groan even louder.

“Aw come on, you’ll thank me later.” Penelope grinned and hauled them both up to their feet.

JJ laughed as she held the door open for them both. “Pen, I told you, you’re not getting me drunk.”

Penelope huffed as they made their way down the bustling street. Emily had remembered how busy Christmas had been in New York – New Year was even worse. In these hours before the real celebrations started, it was like the entire city was buzzing: people scurrying around and filling shopping carts with alcohol like Armageddon was upon them. With the way the sun was starting to set behind buildings, it did have that apocalyptic glow about it.

“But it’s like sacrilege to waste all that preparation!” Penelope protested. “Well Emily, I know you won’t let me down.”

Emily laughed uneasily as Penelope turned her attention onto her. “You’ve never even seen me drunk.”

Penelope just grinned. “And that’s all the more reason! I need to know what Emily Prentiss is like under the influence.”

She winked and Emily shook her head, continuing forward down the street. They were close to Central Park now. Emily looked to her watch. She really could do with walking off some of their feast.

“Hey, do we have time for a walk?” She asked. They were close enough to the park now that she only had to nod forward and they understood her meaning.

Penelope looked down to her watch like Emily just had. “We still have another hour or so before we need to get ready. I’d say that’s a splendid idea!”

The three of them were getting the subway out to Kate’s apartment in Brooklyn, while Derek and Spencer dropped Clooney and Sergio off at a sitter. Emily could tell when she left that morning that Sergio knew exactly what was in store for him. But the sitter they’d called had ensured them they’d be kept apart. She’d felt guilty, but it was better than the alternative: leaving them alone in their apartments on New Years Eve with all the noise – there was sure to be fireworks, and none of them felt comfortable leaving them alone.

Matt himself had given them the recommendation of the sitter – he was dropping Bonnie and Clyde off there this afternoon too. A sweet old lady who loved animals and didn’t have any desire to leave her house just outside the city, she was the perfect fit. Matt had actually said Bonnie and Clyde loved running around her back yard so much, he’d worried they wouldn’t want to come home. But as soon as he’d come to pick them up the next week they’d nearly knocked him over in their excitement. Emily wasn’t sure Sergio had that much of an attachment to her; she’d see how he reacted tomorrow.

Penelope smiled at Emily’s suggestion of a walk and looped her arm with hers. Emily tried to hide her surprise when JJ chose to walk on Emily’s side rather than Penelope’s, looping her arm in a similar fashion. She just smiled at her, like it was a completely natural act for them now. Emily supposed it was. They were friends after all.

Still, she found herself wishing Penelope wasn’t on the other side of her, that it was just the two of them, walking over a snowy street on Christmas day…

She nearly shook her head as she once again tried to banish the thought. But it was getting harder and harder.

As they entered Central Park she let her attention fall onto the many friends and families, enjoying the snow now that the storm had passed. She couldn’t help but be particularly captivated by the ice-skaters, two people whizzing around the ice like they were born doing it. She had to admit, it was impressive, the grace they managed to maintain when going at such a speed. She thought back to Penelope explaining how to write their resolutions list – one point being to include at least one new skill you wanted to learn. Emily mulled this over as she watched a woman fly into the air and execute a perfect twirl before landing softly.

* * *

JJ cursed as a man stumbled in front of her, nearly spilling his open can of cider all over her coat. It wasn’t yet 6pm but the festivities were in full swing on the subway from Manhattan to Brooklyn. They hadn’t been above ground to see the sunset but JJ sensed the shift from day to night, just as their present company seemed to.

“Haaaappy New Year!!!” A woman sang who was getting dangerously close to them with what looked like a raised lighter.

JJ automatically shifted away, which left her squeezed into Emily’s side. She just gave her an uneasy smile. While JJ wasn’t a big fan of the subway when it got this busy, she was still familiar enough with the experience. By the bewildered look on Emily’s face she could tell this was a first for her.

“You doing okay there?” JJ asked. It was so loud in the carriage – they’d all started singing now – that Emily was only able to hear her given their close proximity.

Emily grimaced. “Uh, yeah, I don’t tend to get the subway this late.”

JJ nodded in understanding. “Taxi?”

Emily laughed. “If I’m even out after nightfall.”

JJ smiled and gestured to the carriage that was all but shaking as the crowd began to jump to the music. “Well New Year isn’t the best introduction to nighttime subway rides.”

Plus, there was the fact it was a half-hour long journey. She sensed Emily had opted for a taxi every time she’d met them out at the youth centre too. Since she’d been staying with them she’d gotten the subway into work in the morning with the rest of them – bar Derek if he’d gotten the notion to run all the way in that day. But JJ had to admit; even Emily on the subway at 8am was an odd sight. The way she would sit with her whole body contracted, eyes shifting uneasily to the people around her, well, JJ got the feeling Emily favored a taxi ride over the subway even in daylight hours.

Still, she couldn’t deny the contentment she felt at having an excuse to be this close to Emily. Maybe that was selfish, but she found herself caring less and less every day. But she didn’t want Emily to feel uncomfortable. She discretely shifted a hand to her knee, hoping the gesture would help. Emily smiled back.

“2006!!!!” They both snapped their heads up at the voice breaking out over the crowd’s singing.

Penelope had gotten to her feet at some point without them noticing, and was currently swinging herself round one of the poles - a picture of absolute glee.

JJ laughed. “6 more hours yet Pen,” she called over the noise, but she didn’t hear her.

JJ then felt Emily’s hand cover her own that was rested on her knee. It could be the atmosphere, or the fact that Penelope clearly wasn’t paying them any attention, but JJ smiled back without any reservation. One thing was certain; it was getting harder to deny herself this feeling.

* * *

20 minutes or so later they were stepping off the carriage and onto the waiting platform. Emily fumbled, nearly dropping the hefty bag of snacks they were travelling with. Kate had assured them they didn’t need to bring any drinks, she had that covered – and it wasn’t exactly the best thing to be hauling around New York City at night. Emily had visions of smashed wine bottles all over the subway floor and counted herself lucky.

Meanwhile, JJ was dragging Penelope off the carriage who’d struck up a dance with a group of equally lively girls. Emily had never been so glad to feel the cold air hit her as they ascended the stairs leading to the surface. Out of all the new experiences living in New York brought her, the subway wasn’t at the top of her list. Although being so close to JJ was a convincing incentive.

Emily let JJ and Penelope lead her down the street towards Kate’s apartment. It wasn’t far from the youth centre at all – just on the other side of Brooklyn Bridge. When they stopped outside the building Emily noted how it appeared to be an old structure, but recently revamped: still oozing history with its signature red brick, but with a fancy intercom system installed. Penelope buzzed it.

“Yello!” Kate’s chipper voice rang out a second later – clearly she’d started the festivities already.

“It’s your dealer,” Penelope replied with a cheeky smile.

“Oh good, we’re getting antsy. Please come up.”

With another buzz the door opened and Penelope pushed through, holding it for Emily and JJ.

After hearing that Kate’s apartment was on the top floor, Emily’s shoulders sagged in relief at seeing the very inviting elevator in the lobby. Her initial suspicions of the wealth of the building were confirmed when Kate threw open her apartment door.

“Come to me!” Kate grabbed the bag of snacks from Emily as she let the others step inside.

Emily followed after them, taking in the space. Exposed red brick, the same as the kind on its exterior, decorated the back wall, where a bar was already well stocked. There were fairy lights hanging overhead while the main lights were dimmed, giving the impression they really were out at a pub on New Years Eve. The countertop was sleek, and the barstools clearly made from fine leather, but the lights and the brick still gave it a rustic feel. Fluffy white beanbags adorned the outskirts of the lounge to the right. A dining table had been pushed to the side to make room for a makeshift dance floor over dark wood. It was extravagant but cozy at the same time – Emily couldn’t help thinking it was like a perfect blend of JJ and Penelope’s apartment and her own.

“Nice place,” Emily said, still soaking the space up.

“Thank you.” A man popped his head up from behind the bar: dark hair and a clean-shaven baby face, he gave her a beaming smile.

“You must be Chris.” Emily recalled the conversations at the youth centre where Kate had mentioned her boyfriend. Partner? They weren’t married or engaged as far as she knew.

“That I am.” He set some glasses on the counter and rounded it to greet them.

He smiled at Penelope and JJ, already previously acquainted, and offered Emily his hand.

“And you must be Emily.” A firm handshake.

“That I am.”

The smile didn’t drop from his face as their hands fell. “Well it’s great to have another person helping out at the centre, I know those kids really appreciate everything you do.”

“He loves to live vicariously through my good deeds while he’s holed up typing numbers into a computer all day.”

Kate gave a wry smile as she started unpacking the bag of snacks, JJ helping her with the bowls.

“Hey!” Penelope protested, but both laughed.

Emily wracked her brain, trying to remember what Kate’s partner did for a living.

“Computer software,” Chris providing, seeing the confusion on her face, “I won’t bore you with the details.”

Emily nodded, vaguely recalling snippets of conversation.

“Yeah well, I can’t complain.” Kate gestured at the luxurious apartment. Clearly the job paid well.

There was a knowing look between both Kate and Chris then, the hint of a smile on their lips.

“Yeah,” Chris said, “Anyone would think she was marrying me for my money.”

Silence.

“Excuse me?” JJ asked, head zipping back and forth. Penelope was frozen to the spot beside Kate.

With a grin she displayed her left hand out in front of her, a very noticeable diamond ring dazzling before them. Penelope broke out of her frozen state with a gasp, grabbing Kate’s hand with vigor.

“Kate Callahan I cannot believe you!” she was spluttering, not being able to decide whether she was happy or angry at being blind sighted.

Kate shrugged. “We wanted to surprise you.”

“What about the others?” Penelope stopped again, panic setting in. “Wait, we’re not the last to know are we?”

Kate laughed. “Of course not, do you think I’m crazy? No, we thought this way we get to do it more than once.”

JJ laughed, shaking her head. “Well I think champagne is in order?”

Kate grinned and made to get the glasses, but JJ lifted a hand. “Let us mere singletons get that for you. This is your engagement party after all, right? That’s what this is.”

Kate stepped back with her hands up, glad to step down, while JJ rounded the counter. Chris collected their coats, taking them to hang up in their wardrobe when the intercom rang. Kate pushed the button and they were greeted with the jolly voice of Derek Morgan.

“Hey I heard there was a party here? Free booze?”

Kate rolled her eyes before letting them up.

“The kids get off okay?” Penelope asked when they strode in.

Kate quirked an eyebrow.

“Sergio and Clooney,” JJ explained as she handed her a freshly poured glass of champagne.

Kate smirked.

“Our kids,”Penelope reiterated.

“Well ourkid was absolutely fine,” Derek said as she shucked off his coat. “Couldn’t run off to play with the other kids fast enough. Emily’slittle rascal however...”

Emily rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the bar. “Did he bite anyone?”

“No, but - ”

“Did he scratch anyone?”

Derek gave a smug sort of smile as he rolled up the sleeves of his open collared shirt. A pattern of fresh scratches adorned his left arm. Emily considered it for a moment.

“Only one casualty?”

Spencer nodded for him.

Emily shrugged. “I don’t see the problem then.”

Derek pulled his sleeve back down, shaking his head with a laugh. “Yeah well, you want to take Sergio to that place again, you take him yourself.”

Chris came to collect their coats and both of them joined the others around the bar.

“What about actual kids,” Kate said, leaning over the counter, “Has Kayla got plans tonight?”

Derek nodded. “She’s going to a party on campus but I don’t know if I want anymore details than that.”

Kate nodded back. “Wise, I go by the same rules with Meg. I know she’s at a friends tonight and I trust her, so that’s good enough for me.”

Meg - Kate’s niece that she’d adopted, Emily recalled. She wasn’t aware of all the details, but she remembered JJ telling her that her sister had died. Knowing what she knew now, she thought about how much JJ could relate, no matter the circumstances.

Spencer frowned, only then noticing what Kate was drinking. Usually they waited until midnight to crack open the champagne. Of course, it didn’t take long for his eyes to fall onto the ring glistening off of Kate’s left hand. He opened his mouth to speak before Kate beat him to it.

* * *

Over the next hour or so more guests streamed into the apartment, Kate and Chris both reveling in the chance to share their news again and again - although, as more people arrived, it got harder to hide the secret. Both were glad Penelope had been among those they’d told first.

The party was in full swing now, despite there still being 3 hours until midnight. More people seemed to just keep flooding in and the space was becoming more and more cramped.

Penelope and Derek had long since claimed centre stage of the dance floor, moving their bodies together to songs Emily didn’t know, in ways she wasn’t sure would be appropriate in public. Tara and Luke stood watching them from the side, nodding along – Penelope avoiding Luke’s obvious gaze. Matt and Kristy were cuddled up in two of the fluffy beanbags, looking like the cheesy already married couple. Hotch and Haley were right there next to them, a weird kind of happy glaze over the criminal law professor’s eyes. Spencer was helping make drinks in the kitchen, which Emily couldn’t help laugh at: she would never have pegged Dr. Reid as a bartender.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time in their own way. But Emily couldn’t help looking for JJ – not that she was keeping tabs on her or anything, she knew she knew more people here than she did. But she hadn’t seen her in an hour at least among the sea of people. One of your friends going missing at a party where most people were strangers was something you noticed.

A consequence of the thumping bass of the music her friends were dancing to, and the constant chatter of voices competing to be heard, was that the buzz of the intercom was completely overshadowed. Emily only heard it because she’d been standing right next to the door.

“Uh, guys,” she gestured awkwardly to the door, seeking out Kate or Chris, but both were busy discussing wedding plans with a couple Emily didn’t know. They were a lot of people here Emily didn’t know. Kate had a lot of friends.

Not getting an answer from anyone, Emily hesitantly pressed the button on the intercom, allowing her to speak.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded both muffled and harassed. “Hi, I’m Penelope’s friend?” She said it as if she wasn’t sure.

Emily’s brow furrowed for a moment before she remembered. “Oh Jordan, hi!”

“Emily?”

“Yeah, come on up.” She buzzed her in and opened the door out to the stairway.

She was honestly glad to have someone who was just as out of place as her at this party, maybe even more so. A minute later Jordan was rounding the corner up the stairs, looking as harassed as she’d sounded on the intercom.

Emily gave a light laugh. “You find the place okay?”

Jordan heaved a sigh as she reached the top. “I may have gotten off at the wrong subway stop.”

Emily hissed in a breath.

“Yeah,” Jordan laughed, “I’m just glad to make it before midnight.”

Emily smiled. “Here, I’ll take your coat for you.”

Jordan looked up and froze, seeing Emily properly for the first time. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a shimmery (Penelope had told her sparkles were mandatory on New Year’s Eve) red top that scooped rather low at the neck. It was paired with a belt that sat slightly off centre, but somehow brought the whole look together. Her hair was gently curled, courtesy of Penelope’s own curlers.

“You, uh,” Jordan fumbled with her words, her throat suddenly feeling very dry.

Emily raised a brow, concerned. “You okay? You must be freezing, come on inside.”

She guided Jordan into the jumping apartment. The younger woman sighed in relief at her tongue-tied state clearly being misinterpreted.

* * *

JJ peeked her head around the door, scoping out the packed living room across the hall. She’d been hiding out in Chris’ study for the past half hour or so. Thankfully it was a pretty nice space, but she couldn’t sit there forever: one, someone would notice, and two, she really needed to use the bathroom. She shouldn’t have downed that glass of champagne Kate had insisted she have. One final look at the living room confirmed it was safe for her to make the dash across the hall. She was just stepping out when someone collided into her.

“Whoa there!”

JJ stepped back, blinking rapidly. She looked up. “Pen?”

Penelope stood up tall, giving her a coy look. “Hello JJ, what might you be doing in here?”

JJ shifted on her feet, body tightening. “I’m hiding,” she said in a hushed voice.

Penelope rolled her eyes. “Well yes I knowthat. I was being sarcastic.”

JJ gave her a shove, grumbling. “Look I need to go to the bathroom, can you cover me?”

Penelope laughed. “JJ, honey, come on this is ridiculous. He lives in the city; you could run into him at any point. I’m surprised you haven’t already honestly. It’s better to get it out the way. Like a Band-Aid.”

JJ scoffed. “Yeah, uh, no thanks.”

Penelope shook her head, arms folded. “For someone who counsels teenagers on handling their emotions, you’re being very immature.”

A second later there was a voice calling down the corridor. “Penelope?” Luke.

Penelope’s eyes shot wide open and she pushed JJ back into the room, tumbling in after her. Once the door shut behind them, she put her ear up against it, listening for footsteps.

JJ smirked, folding her arms in a similar fashion to the way Penelope just had. “I’m being immature huh?”

Penelope waved her off. “Completely different situation.”

A minute passed before Penelope was happy that he was gone. She let out a breath and turned around. “He’s gone.”

“Great, can I go pee now?”

Penelope stepped aside to let JJ through. “I’ll just chill here for a bit, need a break from all the moves busting.”

JJ laughed as she opened the door – only to run into yet another obstacle.

“Kate – hi.”

She wracked her brain for a not crazy reason for why she’d been hiding out in her boyfriends – fiancée’sstudy, for the better part of an hour.

She was met with a half amused, half concerned look, Kate’s eyes darting across her face, trying to determine which was more appropriate.

“Hey, you guys know there’s a party going on out there right? Unless..” She looked past JJ shoulder to see Penelope spinning around on the very luxurious desk chair. “There’s a better party going on in here?”

JJ sighed and motioned for Kate to step through. She looked at her expectantly, waiting for an explanation. JJ bit her lip, hoping the words didn’t sound as pathetic as they did in her head.

“My ex is out there.”

Kate blanked for a moment before the realization dawned on her. “Oh crap. I totally forgot.”

Penelope let out a cackle, JJ a breathy laugh.

“Well, I wish I could say the same.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I know it’s stupid, but we didn’t end on the best of terms and I haven’t seen him since, I just - ”

“I get it,” Kate said. JJ smiled. “God I can’t believe I forgot. I shouldn’t have invited him.”

JJ shook her head. “Don’t be silly, he’s Chris’s friend.”

Kate tilted her head. “More like friend of a friend.”

“Anyway,” JJ continued, “I’m being silly. Pen is right, I just need to get this over with.”

Penelope gave a triumphant cheer, still spinning around. JJ really hoped she hadn’t had as much to drink as she thought. In any case, they should both get out of Chris’ very nice, clean study.

“Hey, I can make an anonymous tip from the other side of Manhattan if you want? They’re always on duty you know.”

JJ laughed but shook her head. “Thanks but it’s fine, I’ve got this.”

Kate smiled back, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her arm. Her eyes drifted down to JJ’s neck. “Hey, that’s a new necklace.”

JJ looked down to the butterfly necklace displayed proudly across her chest. She smiled. She’d gotten so many compliments on it and every time it made her tingle. Like she had, well, butterflies in her stomach.

“Yeah, it was a gift.”

Kate gave her a suspicious look, her smile growing. “Well whoever got it must like you a lot.”

JJ tried to calm the butterflies that were now very much stirring up a frenzy. “Well, I better get going. Need to pee and all.”

Kate laughed as she all but ran past her out the door.

“This is so much fun, I need to get one!” Penelope was spinning around in the chair at what was now an alarming speed.

Kate shook her head. “Okay, Garcia, I’m cutting you off. No more spinny chair for you.”

She was met with a blurry pout, still in motion.

* * *

“Whiskey on the rocks please Spencer,” Emily requested, leaning her elbows across the bar. “And for you?” She looked to Jordan who still didn’t seem quite right, but she couldn’t tell why.

She was sat stiffly in the barstool next to her, seeming overwhelmed by even the simple question. “Um, I’ll have a… cider, do you have that?”

Spencer grinned. “Oh they have everything here.”

He turned around to make them their drinks. Emily watched him work with an admiring smile. “This suits you, did you ever consider giving up teaching, opening a bar?”

Spencer smiled back as he easily located the two bottles. “Teaching is my first passion in life, following by magic tricks.”

“So this is…?”

He shrugged, reaching up for two clean glasses. “Where I’m most comfortable in this situation. I’m not much of a dancer, as I’m sure you noticed, but I like to be around my friends and I like to talk to people. Besides, someone needs to keep track of how much everyone’s drinking.”

Jordan laughed at that, and Emily smiled. She could understand Spencer’s point. He slid over their drinks when they were ready and Emily didn’t delay in testing it out.

“Oh that hits the spot,” she breathed out. “Seriously Spencer, you should consider a career change.”

Spencer smiled, throwing a dishtowel over his shoulder. “It’s all just chemistry.”

Emily stiffened then, sensing a man walking up behind them.

“Hey bartender, you got any beers going?” Well, that was what Emily thought he said; she couldn’t be sure given the ridiculously heavy southern drawl dripping off the words.

Spencer’s smile faltered for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. “Sure thing, Will.”

Will.Emily noted the name, for reasons she wasn’t quite sure of yet. The man – Will, decided he was joining them, and took the empty seat beside Emily. It was a free country she supposed. They were both invited here. Spencer seemed to know him, which, given his small circle, said something.

“Good evening ladies.” He tipped his head towards them in what some probably thought was a chivalrous manner. The only thing he was missing was a cowboy hat.

Emily gave him a tight smile back, instinctively shifting away from him and closer to Jordan. She didn’t see the beaming smile that left the younger woman with. Spencer made his drink with the same professionalism as he had the others, sliding it over to Will less than a minute later.

Will took a sip from it, savoring the taste. Emily thought he didn’t need any more. She hadn’t previously smelled alcohol on his breath exactly, but there was an unmistakable glaze to his eyes that made her uneasy.

He paused before his next words. “Hey Spencer, have you seen JJ?”

Oh, yeah. Emily felt very uneasy. “Excuse me,” she said, sliding off the stool and muttering something about needing the bathroom.

* * *

There was a knock at the door as JJ was washing her hands.

“Just a minute!” she called back.

She shook the excess water off her hands before reaching for the towel by the sink, silently psyching herself up for joining the rest of the party. But as she opened the door and was met with the sight of Emily giving her a surprised smile, all her nerves evaporated.

“Hey,” she greeted, smile widening, “I was starting to think you’d ditched us.”

JJ laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Oh no, I’ve been around.”

Emily didn’t break her gaze, which made JJ feel nerves again, but this time of a very different kind.

“I must have just missed you then.”

JJ didn’t know how she was meant to take those words; did Emily mean they just hadn’t run into each other or had she actually missed her? Either way, the butterflies were back. The alcohol in her system also didn’t help matters.

“Oh sorry,” she said, breaking out of her daze, “I’ll let you,” She took a step aside, gesturing to the bathroom.

But Emily was still watching her. JJ could see a thought cross her face. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t the words that came out of her mouth a second later.

“Ice-skating.”

JJ blinked. “What?”

Emily squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, like she was berating herself. But then she opened them again and her smile was back. That beautiful smile that made JJ feel like everything was going to be okay.

“My new years resolution. A new skill,” Emily clarified, “I’d like to learn how to ice-skate. Properly I mean, not just avoiding falling over.”

She was suddenly speaking with a confidence that quite frankly caught JJ off guard. But she liked it. She smiled back.

“You have a teacher in mind?” Her voice had taken on a teasing tone, matching Emily’s newfound conviction.

JJ swore she saw Emily smirk. “I think so.”

JJ’s stomach was doing summersaults and she could still taste the gin she’d just drank on her lips and Emily was smiling at her and her eyes fell to her deep red lips, and she thought, I’m going to do it – I’m really going to kiss Emily outside this bathroom with all these people to see.

But just as she was about to reach for her dream it was snatched away – literally. Penelope came out of nowhere and grabbed Emily’s arm, swiftly leading her to the dance floor.

“Penelope, what.” But there was no arguing with Penelope Garcia, especially one fuelled with alcohol.

“You owe me a dance my sweet!”

Emily just had time to turn her head back to roll her eyes at JJ, an exasperated sort of smile on her lips. JJ couldn’t help but laugh, feeling like she’d just come back down to earth. God, what had she been thinking? She shook her head and followed her friends into the crowd.

* * *

Emily collapsed into one of the fluffy beanbags, trying to catch her breath. What Penelope had called one dance had turned into five, and something called the Cha Cha Slide that was quite frankly sadistic. It would have been difficult enough to land all the moves in an empty room, never mind with a sea of bodies bumping into her. She’d just about managed the clapping bit. Everything had become a blur, and she’d lost JJ to the crowd. She raised her head, scanning the undulating cluster, but it was impossible.

The only people she could make out clearly were Derek and Penelope who were back in the middle, performing their own rendition of a song that Emily didn’t know, but instantly made her cheeks flush. Penelope had clearly lost some of her inhibitions with the more she drank, now making very deliberate eye contact with Luke, who after seeking her out all night, now stood looking at a loss for words while he was all but serenaded to.

There was another exasperated sigh beside her and Emily turned to see Jordan falling into the other beanbag. She’d also lost her inhibitions, no longer looking cagey.

“You guys know how to party,” she breathed, wiping sweaty hair out of her face.

Emily laughed. “Theyknow how to party,” she said with a nod to Penelope and Derek advancing on Luke.

He was laughing uneasily, not sure how to respond. Poor guy. Emily considered snapping some pictures to show Penelope in the morning. She wasn’t sure how much of this she’d remembered, and she really wanted to ensure no moment of this was lost on her.

The music then transitioned into a new song, and Emily couldn’t help but react.

“Oh, a song I know!” Tainted Love.

Jordan giggled and flipped her hair again. “You want to dance?”

Emily let out a breath. “I mean, I can’t really pass up on the one song I know can I?”

Still weary, she forced herself up and let Jordan lead her back in between the dancing bodies. She was too lost in the familiar music to see the sparkle in Jordan’s eyes. When the younger woman’s hand shyly drifted to her hip she didn’t even blink.

* * *

JJ stood on her tiptoes, searching for Emily in the crowd. They were playing one of her favourite songs, but there were too many people and it was so dark. She had no chance.

“You look like you could use some water.”

Damn. Well, here we go. JJ steeled herself with a smile and turned around.

“Will, hi.”

Lazy smile and stubble across his chin, he hadn’t changed at all. He was also wearing the same shirt she’d bought him for his birthday last year. She felt sick suddenly. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe hiding in Chris’s study really was the right course of action in this situation.

“You’re a hard woman to find,” he said; drawl still as strong as ever.

JJ used to joke about how she was the only one who could understand him. There was some alcohol on his breath, but who wasn’t that the case for tonight. He was probably one of the more sober people here. People had a tendency to judge Will by first impressions, but he was a good guy – which unfortunately for her, made it all the worse.

“Well it’s not like I’ve been hiding,” she laughed, taking the glass of water from him.

She was actually glad for the chance to hydrate. Penelope knew how to give them a workout alright. She sipped from the glass, also glad to have the short reprieve from talking. When she was getting close to finishing the whole thing in one go, she wracked her brain for something to say.

“What time is it?”

Will’s brow furrowed, but he rolled up the sleeve of the checkered shirt she’d bought 8 months ago, checking his watch. “11.35,” he told her.

“Oh, time really flies, huh?”

She felt so fake, but she couldn’t help it. How was she supposed to react faced with the man that she’d very seriously considered spending the rest of her life with before having a last second epiphany and breaking his heart. He hadn’t deserved it. But deep down she knew it wasn’t right. He wasn’t the one.

She looked up from her glass to see Will rubbing the back of his neck, the way he always did when he was about to say something he was nervous about. Oh god. She looked over his shoulder, searching for help from anyone.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to run into you.”

But his voice was becoming a ringing in her ear as she felt panic set in. Suddenly she was back in New Orleans, and he had that unmistakable smile on his face and she was surrounded by his whole family who had the same expectant look.

Expectant. Because that’s what it was, expected. Nobody had expected her leaping out of her chair and making a break for it. Nobody had expected her to break sweet Will’s heart before he was about to propose. To ruin everything that was expected. She hadn’t even told Penelope about that, she’d been too ashamed, feeling like she’d let down a whole family instead of just one man.

She thought she was about to pass out when none other that JT came to her rescue. Rock Your Body rung out over the ringing in her ears and she snapped back to herself.

“Oh I love this song!” she exclaimed, taking to the dance floor.

She didn’t hear him chuckle, “I know,” before he followed her.

* * *

Emily felt like she was flying. The bass of whatever music was currently playing had her body vibrating, and paired with the two more drinks Spencer had given her, she was definitely buzzing.

“You know what, you’re not that bad a dancer,” she was slurring her words now, Derek catching her before she lost her footing.

“Wow okay, now we definitely know you’ve had too much to drink.”

Penelope was leaning against the wall beside them, giggling into her own drink. “Now we know. Emily is an affectionate drunk!” She wiped a fake tear away from her cheek. “I couldn’t be happier.”

Emily had a dopey smile, glassy eyes falling onto Penelope. “You’re really pretty.”

“Okay, scratch that, nowI couldn’t be happier.”

Emily just descended into a stream of muffled giggles, clawing at Derek’s shirt to stay upright.

“Okay, I think it’s hydration time,” he said, straightening himself up with her.

Emily pouted.

“I’d hold that thought,” Penelope said.

Derek frowned, but a moment later Kate was flicking the lights on. Everyone screamed like a hoard of vampires. Emily herself was near hissing.

“Sorry guys but had to get your attention!”

Kate was stood in the centre of the room with Chris by her side, both holding their drinks up high.

“Countdown time!”

There was a chorus of drunken cheers. Everyone’s attention turned to the flat screen on the wall, eyes rapt on the glittering ball in Times Square as it descended.

“10, 9, 8!”

The whole room counted down as one, anticipation clinging to the air. But Emily wasn’t counting with them. The lights and the impending New Year had snapped her out of her drunken haze, and she whipped her head around the room, only one thought occupying her mind. She didn’t even hear Jordan trying to get her attention.

“7, 6, 5!”

She’d thought about her resolutions and what she wanted the next year to hold, what she wanted to surround herself with. And there was only one word at the top of that list. A name. JJ.

She wanted to completely encompass herself in everything that was JJ: the way her eyes would sparkle when something intrigued her, and the warm smile she gave people to reassure them, her full belly laugh when Penelope did something outrageous, the way she petted Sergio so gently he’d start purring in an instant, the way she made eggs, her exhale after a run. She wanted JJ this year and every year after.

“4, 3!”

With her body still buzzing and liquid courage running through her veins, she pushed past the people in front of her, eyes searching. All she could think about was the way JJ had looked at her outside the bathroom. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but she could have sworn she’d wanted to kiss her too.

“JJ?” She called out.

“2,1!”

The room erupted into applause as the ball dropped and a New Year was rung out, Auld Lang Syne starting to play. Out of the corner of her eye Emily saw her friends celebrating: Kate kissing Chris with a huge smile on her face, Matt and Kristy a similar sight beside them, and Hotch and Haley, Spencer and Tara exchanging kisses on the cheek, and Derek and Luke simultaneously leaning in to kiss Penelope on each cheek.

Emily exhaled a breath as she finally spotted long blonde hair. With the lights up she could see her so clearly, including the golden skin on her back where her glittery gold top dipped down. Golden. Everything about JJ was golden.

“JJ!” she called out with a beaming smile.

But with the lights up she saw everything clearly – including the man JJ was kissing.

#Criminal Minds #jemily #Jennifer Jareau #emily prentiss #feelings 101 #fanfiction #mine

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skzafterdusk · 4 years

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han jisung + “Put My Hands On You”

This was requested from the Dean Title Track Prompt List I posted where you can pick an SKZ member and a song for a drabble fic

Word Count: 1.9k words

tags: angst, fluff, and (mentions of) smut- oh my!

Summary: That friends with benefits trope we all know and love. Even though Jisung is sure you’d end up in his bed no matter how, he wishes you guys had met on different terms.

Jisung doesn’t have many regrets in life, but he wished you and he had met differently, not in a way that was so...typical. But he’s sure no matter how you guys did end up meeting each other, you’d both still be in this same position:

The lights off, the street lamps and vibrant nightlife of the city just outside his window enough to illuminate your bodies, enough for him to enjoy the way your naked back concaves. In the warm glow of those street lights, the muscles in your back dance to their own beat, or maybe it’s the rhythm of his hips as he pounds into you. And even with your moans muffled by his covers, there’s a silence that fills the air in a comforting way.

The chemistry had been palpable from the start with you two. Still, Jisung wishes it had been under different circumstances. Then, perhaps, you wouldn’t feel the need to leave after you’ve washed up. Maybe then, you would just lay with him, allowing him to admire the way your lashes were conditioned and soft from your own tears of pleasure, and the red tint to your swollen lips.

But alas, your meeting Jisung was so typical it was swaying on the border of unbelievable.

See, the thing is, Han Jisung wasn’t normally the person to go to clubs. Sweaty bodies, crowded rooms with a majority of its clients under some sort of influence...the music is too loud and never quite that good-

Yet, there he was, at a club, out of obligation because that’s the sort of thing that comes with the job description as a singer, an idol, an artist.

It’s this fun little thing called “networking”, and if he wanted to get a producer as well adored as Seo Changbin to agree to help create what would undoubtedly be a record hit for the young artist, Jisung needed to be there, that night, up at the producer’s booth in the VIP area.

But all of that had already been worked out by then. The deal had been made, numbers were exchanged, and Changbin offered Jisung to party with him the rest of the night. Again, his acquiescence was purely out of obligation.

It meant, though, that when Jisung insisted on going down to get himself and Changbin some drinks so he could move around, he would bump into you, leaning against the bar, waiting for your own drink.

It doesn’t stop Jisung from asking to buy you a drink, more out of a loss of a way to actually talk to you.

You’d looked irresistible that night, silver earrings and a matching necklace adorning your skin, your outfit of choice seemingly made just for you with how well it fit, accentuating everything that Jisung couldn’t keep his eyes away from.

You raised your glass with a warm smile, answering his idiotic question. You wanted him to know that you weren’t meaning to tease him or even turn him away. Simply, he needed to try again, and find another way to spark conversation.

“Sorry. I didn’t notice your drink. Kinda just saw you.”

You scrunched your nose, but still giggled at his words. This wasn’t your first drink of the night, but even in sobriety, he would have seemed cute.

“That was fuckin’ cheesy, dude. But thanks.” You had to lean in close so he could hear you without yelling at him. The lights weren’t that dim, but you then realized why he looked so familiar, and gasped. “Oh, woah. You’re Jisung! I listen to a lot of your music.”

Stricken with flattery, said artist had been brought to stillness, unsure of how to respond. A simple thanks seemed too lame, and too much like the end of the conversation. But he didn’t want to come off as creepy.

And you’d caught onto his inability to respond. Even if you hadn’t known this man by name or face, he still was just very...cute.

“Are you here with someone else?” you asked.

“Ah, I’m getting drinks for me and my...uh, I’m getting drinks for someone in VIP.” And, as if on cue, the drinks magically appeared in front of him. “Would you wanna...join...me?”

Your eyes grew big in shock. “You want me to come up with you to VIP?”

He shrugged. “You seem like you’re fun.”

You grinned brightly, already picking up your own drink. “I can be tons of fun.”

And, to Jisung, he’d never met a person as honest as you, ever. You introduced yourself easily, and led Jisung through conversation that he may not have been able to initiate himself. The night carried on in that way, and it had been you that offered Jisung’s moment to exit for the night.

A goddamn lifesaver.

“Not the partying type?” you inquired once you were out in the open night, the cool air of early fall sending a chill down your spine.

“Not really,” the singer confessed. “I like being with people one-on-one, y’know?”

You stood closer to him. Although there wasn’t the same need to lean in for him to hear you, you still whispered your words as if you had the biggest secret. “We’re alone now. Or we can be.”

After your first night together, he thought he could write a song about you. He could wax poetry about the way your thighs felt gripping his waist, or the way your light touches sent him into a headspace almost foreign to himself, some place he’s only been to in his dreams. He hadn’t thought much about it when you left that night, cause you turned at the ajar door, leaving the gentlest peck on his cheek. Warmth had spread through his chest, and he thought he could write about that as well.

But he held off, waited until you texted him a few days later, asking if you could see him. He offered to make dinner for you first; you obliged, but you never made it to the bedroom that night, and most of the food had to be thrown away because of its inedibility.

Jisung doesn’t remember the night that the warm spread through his chest began to ache like his heart wanted to crawl out of his chest. You still liked to kiss him before you left, but you were still leaving.

Maybe if he’d met you at a coffee shop instead, or maybe on your way to your university campus, then you wouldn’t feel the need to leave so suddenly. Something about clubs screams fun for one night or just plain fun in general. Maybe you think the night means sin and nothing else.

But now, Jisung’s head is pounding just as his heart, blood pumping through his veins as he crashes from his release.

You rest your head on his chest even if your skin is just as damp.

“Think you have another round in you?” your words still sound breathless, like you’re desperately chasing for air.

Jisung’s body reacts to the words, thoughts already filling his head at the hope of fucking you again. But the desire scalds him in an almost pleasant way.

“Gonna have to give me a few minutes.”

You grin, lifting your head from his chest. “I can wait.”

The silence is soothing, and the artist likes the way the air cools you both down. It makes him feel like he can say anything daring. So he does.

“You know...you don’t have to leave after we finish. You can stay here...sleep here.”

“Really.”

Jisung turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are on your fingers as they draw patterns on his chest. The way you asked...it hadn’t sounded like a question at all. It sounds almost...accusatory.

“(Y/N), did you think you had to leave after we were done?”

You shrug, but you finally match his gaze. “Artists are a different breed, and I understand it. I understand how you like to find the beauty in the mundane, and how it can feel life-altering when beauty gets you drunk. People that constantly think about words are always trying to find the best way to…” you sigh, finding the right words, “Always trying to find the best way to get people to feel how they feel.”

“But, what does that have to do with us?”

“I’m okay with you craving beauty in others, needing to find out who you are with me or with someone else. There’s so much emotion to be had that ironically, words and labels can put a damper on-”

The artist huffs, sitting up abruptly, running a hand through his hair. “If you don’t wanna date me, just say it. Don’t try to soften the blow because you pity me.”

“Pity? How have I ever pitied you?”

“You didn’t think I noticed the way you handled me the night we met?”

Sitting up, your brows lace together in confusion. “You were shy. I thought it was cute. I still do think it’s cute.” You remember the way you felt about him then, how the idol with adoring fans seemed to stutter over his words as if it mattered what he said.

You place a hand on his shoulder, letting your fingers walk up his neck, massaging and petting at his skin. His head falls into your hand, chasing your touch. For as open a person you know yourself to be, it’s possible that you have been holding yourself back from this man.

“I would love to date you, Jisung.” Your words are soft and sincere. “I just didn’t want to rush anything because I was happy with just getting to see you, kiss you...touch you. And if you didn’t want to learn more about me, I was okay with that, too.”

“But I do. Probably since the moment you sat next to me in that booth. You let me be me and you didn’t ask me to be something I’m not.” He leans back, your faces suddenly so close to each other. “You don’t know how many nights I wanted to grab your arm and pull you back into the bed, just so we could talk until the sun came up, or how much I want to send you cheesy pictures when I’m in the studio. Hell, I’ve even wanted to drive you home if you absolutely couldn’t stay the night.”

He kisses the hand still holding his jaw, and whispers, “Anything to just spend more time with you.”

“Cheesy,” you reply. “But...I’d like that, too.”

You don’t really understand the warmth that spreads through your chest as he smiles at you so sincerely. It’s a barely there lift of the lips, and yet you grin happily.

“So,” you start, biting at your bottom lip. “Are you ready to go again, or…”

His low chuckle brings you back, excites your body with anticipation. “I still need some time, but we can always start with you.”

You’re not mad at the suggestion. “Do what you wish.”

Jisung still thinks he could write a song about you. The words come so naturally, feel just as right as the way you moan in his ear and whimper against his mouth. And he does. The lyrics are sprawled on napkins, parcels of paper, and behind his eyelids. He’s excited to know what else he could write about with you in his life.

Val’s Note:

I hope you enjoyed this next installment in the Dean Title Track Fic series. This one isn’t gratuitous smut, and I’m sorry if that is what you are here for. But This song sparks more than sex even though...that’s literally what the song is about. Hopefully it still is a good read. Tune in next time!

#skz fluff #stray kids smut #skz smut #han jisung #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #dean title track series #han jisung smut #han jisung fluff #han jisung x reader

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nitaescence · 4 years

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ix. strain

genre : DDLG!au word count : 5.4k warnings — little space, pet names, Jungkook’s head over heels, dry humping, hand job, oral sex (giving/receiving), overstimulation, squirting, things get angsty between the boys a/n : one part left ✌

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You watched Taehyung closing his suitcase with a heavy heart.

He got ready all day to depart and join his family for Christmas holidays. You tried not to look so down.

You totally understood them wanting to spend some time with their own but you couldn’t shake the sad feeling overwhelming you when you knew you wouldn’t get that chance.

Taehyung offered to take you back to the headquarters on his way to the airport but Jungkook had interjected quite abruptly saying he would take care of it.

The time to leave came and Taehyung hugged you, making sure to let you know he would miss you and that he couldn’t wait to see you again.

You could sense his deep bonding with his family. It meant a lot to him and he was excited at the thought of seeing them again.

He kissed you softly and gently, calming a little the bittersweet feeling that had settled in your heart. The goodbyes between him and Jungkook were quicker and less warm.

“What are you doing?” Inquired Jungkook after he spotted you dragging something in his room.

“ge’ ready.” You smiled with a small pout as you dragged your blankie inside your bag.

“So you’re going back?”

You looked down and shrugged.

Spending Christmas anywhere else than at the headquarters would sound fun, not that you would be short of anything there but the boys’ company felt way better in comparison.

“What if I told you you don’t have to ?” He grinned after lying down on his bed.

You furrowed your brows, intrigued.

“no goin’ back ?” You repeated, bringing a finger to your lips.

“Hm-hm, I’ll be staying here.” Jungkook moved to rest his ching on his hands. “Y’wanna spend your holidays with me?”

You started to nod, still unsure whether he was serious about it or not.

“Yeah, baby? I’m not messin’ with you… I’m really staying.”

You were delighted, totally looking forward to the next days as you threw yourself on him and hugged his neck as tightly as you could.

Jungkook laughed, relieved. He didn’t feel bad anymore about not visiting his family. He would think of sending them a few messages and videos still.

“Whew… For a second, I was afraid you would reject me.”

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You discovered Jungkook had a lot planned for the two of you, as if he had organized those holidays a long while ago and was impatiently waiting to get to do it all with you.

When he shared his schedule, you couldn’t tell which one of you was the most excited.

Among all the places he had in mind, there was one in particular which earned your interest — the two day journey at Disneyland.

It was settled to happen the second week so you had to suck your excitement to yourself and you did well, although the thought only was able to put a big smile on your face.

The day finally came and you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself and Jungkook was overjoyed seeing you like this.

He felt satisfied he was able to get you interested in all the different activities he suggested to you. He couldn’t believe you hadn’t been to Disneyland yet but felt enthralled at the thought of being the one making you discover it.

Once there, he never let you out of his sight. You didn’t make it difficult for him either by being glued to his side. Everything there impressed you, from the number of people present to the different animations offered there.

Your gloved hand didn’t let go of his, not even when you wanted to take pictures with the people wearing stunning disguises—

Jungkook motioned you so would stand beside Mickey but you whined and went to hold his other hand, overwhelmed by the cartoon character standing too closely.

He chuckled at you while you kept staring curiously at the famous character from the corner of your eye.

He circled your shoulder and pecked your temple. “Smile to the camera, babygirl.”

He then went on to buy yourselves two headbands and a cute yet prohibitively expensive necklace. He encouraged you to ride as many attractions as possible.

You made him feel warmer than he had ever been inside him and he couldn’t feel bad about that part thudding aloud within because of the fact that he had you to him alone.

He found you adorable in your ways of showing your amazement at your surroundings, wanting to make sure he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself and how much appreciative of him you felt, all bundled up in your winter clothing.

It didn’t prevent him from having naughty thoughts cross his mind every now and then and letting his hands roaming you although he tried his best to keep them to himself until you got back to your bedroom.

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Jungkook pushed the door open to let you in first. He helped you out of your thick jacket and as soon as you could move freely, you lunged over your new backpack filled with all the accessories he had bought you.

“_________, let’s shower first. Okay ?”

You pondered his suggestion but didn’t fuss and listened to him.

After you were done, he watched you, to his dismay, hoping to get back to your new acquisitions you hadn’t forgotten about and emptied your bag on the carpeted floor.

He followed closely after having barely dried his hair.

He did not bother to catch the towel around his hips slowly loosening and sliding down the bulging muscles of his thighs. His skin awakened at the feeling of the surrounding air, showing paths of goosebumps along his taut stomach and arms.

He pondered the thought of remaining naked and eventually decided to slip a pair of black boxers on and undid the sheets.

“Bring all of it here... Much better this way.”

You listened to him quietly and quickly moved all your things on the clean beddings.

Jungkook caught one of the Polaroids and gazed at it lovingly, then took another one.

“They’d look good in your notebook, don’t you think?”

“he’e?” You asked, opening the brand new little mermaid themed book in the middle and looking up at him with a small frown.

His eyes looked heavy and stared up lovingly at the pretty pinkish glow flaming your face across your cheekbones and nose.

His hand wrapped gently around your thin wrist, “hmhm.”

“but, no glue?” You frowned deepened at the small pictures sliding down.

“Let’s see, we can use these for now.” He offered as he grabbed the stickers included with the book. “Like this, see?”

“oh,” you stared at his hands carefully sticking the Polaroids next to each other.

He smiled, “voilà.”

You went to lie on your front and picked one of the feltpen to add little doodles around the pictures.

Jungkook let his hand slide along your calf and beneath the hem of the bathrobe, gently kneading your smooth skin.

“________? Come lie next to me.”

You paid no mind to him.

“Baby…”

You eventually sat up when you felt proud of your drawings and turned around.

You gasped at the sight of Jungkook snuggling a pillow and snatched it from him to throw it across the room.

A lazy smirk parted his lips as you slowly curled up against him. He felt tingles spreading in his chest and downwards when your scent reached him as you rested your head beneath his chin.

“t’ank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. It’s your Christmas gift from me.”

“but ______ no gift.”

“It’s okay. You’re my gift.”

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You stirred lightly, waking up little by little.

You made out Jungkook’s voice somewhat still distant and overpowered by the buzzing in your head.

You furrowed your brows and shifted.

“Careful baby,” he whispered and gently blocked you with his arm solidly rooted in the mattress to prevent you from tumbling down the edge of the bed where you were half lying on.

You turned your body the other way around and knuckled your eyes, still a bit tired.

He gazed down, cooing at you and softly nuzzled your cheek. “Are you up now?”

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly despite the subdued light of his bedroom and a little dazed from your nap which had him smiling tenderly at you.

He kissed your cheek, hot and marked with sleep lines. “You had a good rest?”

You blinked up at him silently.

“Wanna drink?” He let you nuzzle against him and effortlessly sat up with your legs wrapped around his hips. “Up we go.”

He held you until he reached the kitchen and put you down on the counter.

You whined when he moved away from you and had him holding you some more, earning sexy chuckles from him.

Jungkook gently swung you side to side, craning his head down to peek at you staring into space. He relished moments like this, when you simply did not need anything else but to feel him while he cradled you affectionately.

Nothing, no one else made him feel protective over you as he could get during moments like these when he held your vulnerable self safely in his strong arms and felt your breathing fanning him softly.

He followed your gaze when you suddenly jerked a little away and turned your head to gaze ahead of you.

You whimpered when you looked over his shoulder while he kissed your temple.

He walked away to get your sippy cup filled with your favorite fruit juice while you sat up and stretched your spine to make out the strange thing you had noticed in the living-room.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed behind him and he looked back.

“Oh, my surprise?”

“hm?”

“Wanna see it?”

You nodded and grabbed the cup from him and held your arms open so he could carry you again.

“Here.”

You climbed down and stared a long time at the new appearance of the living-room.

Bedsheets, blankets and comforters had been used with the help of chairs and couches to make a blanket fort.

The entrance was decorated with one of the Christmas tree garlands and opened on what appeared like a very cozy and intimate space surrounded with some cushions and your plushies.

You dropped down on your knees to get a better look.

“You like it?” He smiled down at you and you eagerly nodded, holding your cup with your two hands. “It’s just for the two of us… Go ahead… Crawl inside.”

You carefully did so and stopped midway to look back. He kneeled down to follow you and dropped heavily on one side of what served as the bed.

“I wanted to give it a name but I have no idea. I brought some of your colored pencils and books and other stuff.”

He pointed to a spot you hadn’t taken notice of behind you where several things were stacked along snacks.

“I made the roof high enough so we could still watch T.V if you want.”

You stretched your body out next to him to confirm his words and noticed along the way how wide the space of it still was with the two of you lying side by side.

He shifted to get more comfortable with a hand under his head while you chose to grab one of the sheets and pencil.

When you were finished, you held it up towards him and his eyes lit up at the words surrounded by hearts, flowers and a smiling sun — Knight Jungkook and Princess ________ ‘s castle

“Is it the name you want to give to it?”

You nodded with the soft spout of your cup hanging between your front teeth.

Jungkook took the piece of paper from you and sat up to get beneath the garland.

“I have nothing to stick it up with,” he pouted as he looked around.

He decided to lean it against the foot of the chair holding one part of the entrance up. “Now, it’s perfect.”

He lied back down and you crawled out to look at the rendering.

Naturally, he did not miss the way his shirt rode up to reveal your asscheeks curving enticingly beneath the lace of your panties.

He gave your bum three affectionate spankings before you sat back on your heels and looked at him over your shoulder with a smile.

“Like it?”

You nodded and handed him your empty cup to get rid of. He opened his arm for you to lie your head on and turned his body to face yours closely.

“What d’you want to do? Watch cartoons?” He trailed quietly.

Your fingers were playing with his chin. You shrugged and pulled him in a sudden embrace.

You weren’t feeling one bit tired and the whole atmosphere set with your new accommodation was making you feel kittenish.

You leaned back a bit to look up at him, gazing enthralled by his features, softened thanks to the warm hues emanating from the decorative lights. Your cold hand flattened against his chest he felt warming up beneath your touch.

His eyes smiled down at you. He moved his other hand to brush your hair to the side of your face, accentuating the roundness of your cheek.

He tilted his head to press his lips on your forehead and you did the same to his collarbones. Your fingers slid down to trace along the soft skin of his taut lower stomach.

His arm underneath you curled around your shoulder and his hand gripped it when you softly brushed the very subtle trail of hair connecting his navel to the hem of his sweatpants.

The impressive print of his soft dick was quite evident, even more so when you slowly nudged your thigh between his and pressed upward.

His hips bucked in response at the same time a sigh escaped him. You grinned a little.

You knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the cloth and you anticipated witnessing him swelling in front of your eyes.

A languid, steady rhythm took hold of your bodies.

You were now holding your weight on one arm, allowing him to get covered in the sweet scent of your hair cascading over his face. His breath was more labored now that he felt you scratching his back deliciously.

His hands held tight onto your waist and ass, blood growing his shaft larger and larger. The thickness of his pants did not allow you to feel his twitching but you were undeniably sure, his cock was now straining up.

A quick glance downward ruled in your favor when you noticed the glistening tip peeking past the hem.

You glided your nails up his spine until you reached his hair which you tugged at gently and clawed his back again to pull his pants down.

You felt yourself clenching at the sight of his taut asscheek, hollowing with each desperate push of his hips.

You pressed on his chest to get him to lie on his lightly bruised back and he helped you take off his sweats.

You threw them somewhere behind you and crawled on top to kiss him. His hands quickly cupped your face to deepen the sweet gesture, taking both of your breaths away.

When his grip loosened, you pecked and licked your way down his veiny neck, erect nipples heaving with each of his intake of air and continued until you reached the tiny puddle of precum wetting his skin where his thick head was resting, raging.

You kneeled up between his legs, smiling sweetly at him as you gently scratched your nails softly up and down his inner thighs.

Jungkook frowned down and made a move to grip himself but you stopped him. You pinched your lips as you planted his hands on either side of his body.

“Not allowed to touch?”

You shook your head with a cheeky smile.

“Can you at least take off my shirt?” He whined, throwing his head back. “Not really fair of you…”

You brought a finger to your mouth, in faux-pondering.

“okay.”

You pulled each of your arms inside his shirt and pulled it up to get your head out.

Your hair was sticking out in a funny way and Jungkook felt his heart swelling achingly at your endearing yet alluring sight.

His teeth dragged on his lower lip as he shamelessly coveted your figure and flexed his hard cock.

He didn’t look away when you eventually lowered your face nearby. You kissed along its veiny underside, down until you reached his heavy balls which parted a little in response to your touch.

“Princess, don’t tease… Please.”

You looked down after you leant up and watched closely while you ran the tips of your fingers back up his length.

He twitched again when you rubbed him where his head and his impressive shaft met.

He craned his head down, mouth hanging open “baby…”

You wiped the mini pool of precum and coated his head with. Jungkook relaxed his neck again when you finally closed your fist around him.

You bit your lip in amusement and shifted your weight on your hand to gaze down at his features progressively overcome by pleasure.

Moans began pouring out generously along the languorous motions of your thumb across his drenched tip.

Little by little, your fist pumped his throbbing cock and a fucked-out smile graced his angelic-like traits. He felt heavier and warmer in your palm and the lustful sight of him thrusting his oozing member at the pace of your hand turned you on all the more, ruining your underwear with your sticky juices.

“_______-”

Your eyes reluctantly teared away from his member to his face, now flaming with hot colors.

“I don’- I don’t wanna cum like this…” The veins in his neck were protruding invitingly. “Make me-... fuuck- make me cum inside you…”

Your thighs tightened and your clit throbbed.

Jungkook let out a content sigh when you indulged him easily.

He was close, painfully so.

So much so, he couldn’t wait any longer and in the matter of seconds you were free of your panties, although it was not the way you predicted it.

“Come, sweetheart…” He beckoned softly, throwing the remnants of the torn cloth next to him. “Climb on top of me. That’s it… Yeah, just like that…”

You let go of his cock and hovered your dripping cunt above it. He couldn’t help himself. His hand snaked between you to cup the sensitive skin there.

You closed your eyes in response when he began rubbing your wet lips, sliding his middle and ring fingers up and down in languid gestures along your slit and swelling clit.

He cooed when you whined out after he inserted them, looking back and forth between you and his hand getting wetter by the second.

You tried to regain a semblance of control and took his coated hand to your lips. Enthralled, he stared up as you slid his fingers in your mouth.

You carefully sat further down on him and began rubbing yourself along his cock.

Jungkook licked his fingers after you had finished and showed the will to move his hand down but you gripped it and laced your fingers together as you picked up the pace of your hips.

He could feel his cum move along his shaft and his muscles tighten reflexively the longer you rubbed your wetness against him.

His moans and whimpers increased in intensity. His fingers tightened around yours while he craned his head to stare down where your bodies met and froze right before he shot his first spurt of cum up to his neck. Five others followed to cover his chest, stomach and purple tip.

You decreased your pace progressively, smiling, thrilled. You leaned down to lick clean the thick spatters on his collarbones, smearing the rest of his mess on your own skin.

A little spent, Jungkook watched you closing your mouth around his sensitive tip, jolting awake his thighs.

Slowly, you bobbed your head, never looking away from his mad-like stare.

“C’mere.”

You crashed your lips together in a lazy, messy kiss.

“You know you don’t have to do that…” He grinned slackly. “One round is never enough… Never will be…”

You let him roll you on your back and gazed down when he licked himself off of you. Your lower stomach was clenching in anticipation.

He didn’t wait any longer before pressing his pads over your clit, making your thighs close reflexively.

“There’s my pretty pussy...”

You furrowed your brows as his fingers caressed the outline of your slit, sliding effortlessly along it.

“So soft… so sensitive, hm?” He cooed.

He surprised you when he puckered his lips around your clit, jolting your entire body to attention, earning a mewl past your quivering lips.

Unbeknownst to you, an animalistic, overjoyed grin crept over his face.

Your lids became heavy as he mercilessly twirled your swollen bud. The wetness pouring out of his mouth made the stimulation so much more intense that he already had you on the verge of your climax.

Unceremoniously, he thrusted in his fingers deep enough to meet the shallow end of your cervix.

“How come you’re still that tight...”

You tried a peek downward at him with your fist covering your mouth when you didn’t feel him anymore.

He bit his lips, ravenous, after he had withdrawn his fingers from your pussy to display the shimmery coating of your arousal.

A blush colored your cheeks as you watched him lap his hand clean.

You didn’t resist when he parted your legs even wider to engulf your entire cunt with his wet, warm mouth. His thick tongue flattened to slither it up earning an unforeseeable cry out of you.

Your raw bundle of nerves sparkled back to life with each of his tentative twirls and sensual strokes. Your mind steadily faded away in a black hole of mesmerization.

He pushed your legs back further until the top of your thighs touched your stomach as he slid his hot palms along the back of them.

They trembled and he hummed in satisfaction, having you overwhelmed.

He buried his mouth deeper and your mouth parted in a silent wail as you almost blacked-out in pleasure.

Your eyes were about to loll back the longer he kept swerving his tongue and he heard your pitiful attempts to have him to stop after you had regained some of your consciousness, coaxed by his overstimulation.

You felt tumbling again, this time in a much more powerful euphoria when you felt yourself erupting everywhere, convulsing hard.

Your body gave out and you were left a whimpering, slumped-out mess beneath his victorious gaze.

You didn’t have the strength to keep your thighs away from his risky hands resting about.

“My little baby,” he pouted, amused. “Was it too much?”

Your eyes were sealed with thick tears but you still could guess where Jungkook was and reached up. The air felt a little suffocating but it didn’t matter.

He indulged and closed the space between you as your arm rested around his neck. He softly kissed your face.

His cock brushed your clit in his motions and you moaned out in pain.

“Too sensitive?” He half-taunted.

“That’s too bad cause…”

He brought his lips right next to your ear, his tip prodding your abused cunt, and seductively whispered right before thrusting himself to hilt inside you.

“That’s the way I like you…”

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There was no doubt about the new closeness you and Jungkook had developed in Taehyung’s eyes.

In spite of everything he was telling himself to get some kind reassurance about his worth to your eyes, it wasn’t working. Not anymore.

He had been surprised to see you after his return, not that he wasn’t happy about it but when Jungkook revealed to him that you had spent the entirety of the holidays together, he didn’t quite understand the reason he keept it quiet.

While he tidied up his room and inadvertently knocked your bag over to come across one of the polaroids from those holidays, it hurt inside.

How many more secrets did you share with him?

It felt like going back in time, to those dreadful weeks when he seemed not to be your favorite anymore, when he wasn’t your center of attention, when you weren’t acknowledging him although this time around, he hadn’t done anything wrong to you.

He tried his best to recall if he actually did but the more he observed you, the clearer it got.

And just like a deck of cards, his hopes collapsed.

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“When are we supposed to get her back?” Jungkook shouted while getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“What did you say?” He asked again when he didn’t hear Taehyung the first time.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

Jungkook frowned. “What ? Why ?”

His friend cleared his throat, “I… I put an end to the contract.”

They both remained silent a short while.

“You what ?”

“It’s over…”

“What do you mean it’s over ?”

Taehyung shrugged where he was sitting on the couch and didn’t even bother looking up from his phone. “I didn’t feel like keeping it up.”

In spite of trying his best to get his point, Jungkook couldn’t manage to since the words had trouble sinking in yet.

He forced himself not to lose his temper.

“Is it... Tell me, it’s not because you met someone that you stopped things just like that…”

“Jungkook… If one person involved wants it to stop, their choice prevails over the others.” Taehyung explained slowly after he eventually met his eyes. “Besides, you wouldn’t have been able to continue to pay the rent on your own…”

“But... I didn’t even get to have a word in it!”

“There’s nothing left to discuss… It just didn’t feel right to me… anymore…”

Jungkook tried to find legitimate reasons to show his best friend wrong but he didn’t. He couldn’t accept the idea of never seeing you again just because Taehyung suddenly didn’t feel like it.

“I don’t know… I still think it would’ve been great to… you know, discuss the matter together in the first place.”

He didn’t want this issue to be about him but — “You didn’t even let me say goodbye to her…”

“ ‘Kook, we’re not the first people she’s been with…” he huffed. “I don’t see why this is affecting you that much when I’m sure, it doesn’t mean anything to her…”

“You have no idea about that.”

Taehyung stood up and faced him, “come on… She is made to do this, to pretend it. All of it. Just to please us. Don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings for her when she was just doing her job…”

Jungkook stared hard back at him.

“But you liked her, just as much as I did… Why did all of it suddenly lose any interest to you?”

“It’s all fake. She’s expected to have us grow attached to her… She’s probably already forgotten all about you. Get over it.”

Taehyung proceeded to walk away when his roommate frowned at him.

“It’s you.”

He turned around. “What. About. Me?”

“You got jealous of us. Of me... That’s why you cancelled it.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Stop it, you’re ridiculous.”

“No, Tae! I’ve seen it…” He raised a finger at him. “You couldn’t stand to see us together when you were around and … You got jealous…”

A snort escaped Jungkook.

“I’m sure the reason you got yourself some girl was so you could get yourself an excuse for when you’d take her away from me…”

“She’s not some girl… I-”

“Yeah? Well, give me names of people that get head over heels in after the week they met that stranger! Cause this feels pretty shady to me.”

The two men looked at each other, hurt.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m done with this discussion.”

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Jungkook was left furious and didn’t talk to Taehyung the rest of the day.

He looked up the company’s information the same night.

It didn’t sit right with him. It couldn’t end this way. It was inconceivable.

The following day, he went to the headquarters, walking through the same doors he did almost a year ago when Taehyung had successfully made him agree to all of it.

He never would have imagined what those doors incorporated. He never would have thought he would become attached to you, an utter stranger who day by day had managed to catch his heart; the same way he couldn’t conceive it all didn’t mean anything to you.

He understood what your job consisted of but all those moments surely had an impact on you, at least a little bit.

A man Jungkook didn’t remember ever seeing greeted him at the reception desk. He introduced himself and asked to talk to the same lady who set up the contract between you and them.

“Mr Jeon,” she exclaimed with a polite smile. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Hm… Would it be possible to talk somewhere private?”

“I would love to,” she kept her smile on, “but unfortunately I’m in the middle of a meeting and don’t have much time ahead of me. Is it urgent?”

Jungkook looked a little distraught. He seemed to be struggling to find the best way to explain himself.

“I- … Would it be… possible to talk with ________?”

“Well, ehm-”

“We had an argument with my friend and I think there has been a misunderstanding…”

“Well, Mr Kim has been perfectly clear and more than that about you two wanting to terminate the contract.” She assured him gravely.

“It’s just I didn’t have the time to talk to her one last time and I wanted-”

“Pardon me for interrupting you but this was stated distinctly in the terms of your contract — after its termination, it is impossible for the Sylph or the caregiver previously involved to contact any formerly interested party. It is not in the company’s interest to let them interact outside the terms of a contract.”

Jungkook sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I understand.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you that but,” she started again after a short while. “Even if there had been a possibility for me to get her to see you one last time again, it wouldn’t have been possible.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because according to our decree, a Sylph cannot get in touch with any former client if a new, potential one is interested in them.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe it.

How many days had it been since Taehyung ended it?

It couldn’t have been more than three or four.

“I see.” He nodded. “Thank you.” He didn’t know what he was thanking her for but he left without another word.

Maybe Taehyung was right after all.

Maybe, they had just been passing trade who hadn’t affected you more than any of your other clients. Maybe he was overthinking everything else. After all, acting the way you had been during all those months had nothing natural.

Jungkook spent the rest of the day in his own head, stuck in past memories he had no physical remnants of, except for that picture in his phone.

He nimbly looked for it and when he did, he stared a long time at it.

He remembered that day clearly, you had spent it inside and had stayed in bed all along. It was one of the first times you two had been on your own and quite a while after he had gotten used to you and was taken with you.

He was the one holding his phone above you two but had his face nuzzling and kissing your cheek while you were gazing up at the lense, smiling with your hands covering your mouth.

He felt upset with himself for having only one picture of you.

He edited and saved it with himself cropped out.

He tried to go to sleep but the thought of it all not meaning anything to you was simply impossible to him and it kept him awake for hours, making him wonder how he could move on to something else...

Would anyone be able to fill the void you had left inside him ?

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Jungkook still took the liberty of visiting the company the following days in the hopes of getting updated on your situation but after the second time and in addition to the fact that he couldn’t be told anything because it fell under privacy matter, he was definitively refused entry and had to resign himself.

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The following week, you quit your job and the company failed to mention you about Jungkook’s visits.

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kawaiichibiart · 3 years

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Princess and the Pauper AU for ATLA. With Yueki, Zukka and Kataang.

Annaliese is Yue (who has brown hair and a crescent moon birthmark to represent her connection to the moon spirit)

Erika is Katara

Julian is Suki

King Dominick is Zuko

Preminger is Zhao

Madam Carpe is Hama

I'll figure out the other roles later, and I'm basing this off the Barbie movie because that's the version I know best.

But the idea goes as follow:

Yue and Katara look strikingly similar. Yue is a princess, while Katara has no royal status and works for Master Hama at her inn.

Yue is supposed to marry Prince Zuko, the Crown Heir of the Fire Nation. Unlike the movie, they have met, however, Zuko already has a partner in one of her personal guards, Sokka. And Yue is inlove with her other personal guard, Suki.

Suki takes Yue out to get her mind off the arranged marriage that was unwanted by both parties. It's there she sees Katara waterbending and creating beautiful ice sculptures. She's trying to both gain a bit more money and see if anyone would notice she was a capable bender who could be taught to fight.

Of course, Hama sees this and doesn't like it, she's been trying to teach Katara to bloodbend on a regular basis every full moon, but Katara has used it to ensure she didn't have to continue doing it. So, she just takes the money and thanks Katara for helping the inn, knowing she was trying to get it for herself so she could leave.

Yue and Katara realize that they look so much a like and have some fun together, leaving as best friends.

Later on, when Yue is kidnapped by Zhao, Suki goes to Katara so she can take over as Yue temporarily. And Katara has to learn so much about being royalty in less than a day. She does her best and Suki promises to help her.

So, the day comes that Zuko arrives and meets "Yue." He tells her how happy he is to see his bride to be. How he missed her. And Katara returns the sentiments. But she doesn't know he and Sokka are together, so when they're in the Oasis, alone, and she goes in for a kiss, he stops her and asks if she was okay, if she forgot he and Sokka were dating. She didn't, but Yue did, so she tells him that with their marriage, she was nervous about letting others see that she didn't want it. About how she didn't want them to think she wasn't doing her duty.

Katara and Zuko spend a lot of time together. And who shows up with Sokka a few days later? Aang.

Katara had never met the Avatar, but he was one of the nicest benders she had ever met. He let her have fun, told her her bending was incredible and how he would like to learn bending with her. He was still learning and improving his bending, so having someone he could call a friend with him would be better. After all, he did go to the Fire Nation to learn with Zuko, who was his friend apparently. And to the Earth Kingdom to learn from his friend King Bumi and to have sparring sessions with another friend of his, a blind girl named Toph Beifong.

So, then comes the day that Zuko is supposed to present Yue with her bethrotel necklace. But as he's about to put it on her, Zhao storms in and orders her arrest. To prove his claims, he has someone check her shoulders for the crescent moon birthmark. It wasn't there, and upon closer look, Sokka recognizes his younger sister and is shocked about everything. He wants to say something. Anything. But he can't. He's rooted where he stands as his sister is taken away to be locked in prison.

Meanwhile, back with Yue, she had escaped and was on her way back, only to be captured by Master Hama, who took her back to her inn, so she could continue working. Yue wasn't sure about it, until another person in the inn called her Katara. Yue had to then explain to this person who she actually was. And thus, her second imprisonment.

Things seems to go better though, when someone comes for her, having received a message from someone that the princess was at the inn. However, he quickly leads her into a different prison, one where Suki is at, trapping them both in. They escape and had confessed their feelings while doing so. And they head back to the Yue's home, hopefully to stop the wedding and to clear the airs and give Katara her freedom (which they didn't know was an added detail to their list of things to do).

I'm very tempted to have Hahn as a second Preminger. Like, the Chief of the NWT has chosen him as the next in line, and since Yue isn't there and the wedding has to take off (the whole point, which I haven't mentioned, was for the watertribes and fire nation to have a union between two heirs as a way to show they were coming to peace after the Hundred Year War), Zuko has to marry Hahn instead, which was worse, because at least Yue was his friend and that would make the marriage somewhat bearable. But Hahn? Hahn was a bitch in his eyes. And as Zuko is about to say no, he would wait for Yue, Zhao opens his mouth and says the sooner the two were married, the better.

Sokka and Aang sneak into the prison cells and run into Katara, who managed to use her own sweat to break out. Sokka wants to yell at her. For risking her own life, for not telling him. But that could wait. They had a wedding to stop.

And as they make their way there, they hear someone yell "STOP!" and everyone turns to see Princess Yue and Suki. Zuko lights up upon seeing them. And Zhao tries to claim that Katara had escaped, only for Yue to reveal her birthmark, and telling her father that Zhao was the one behind everything. Zhao tries to escape but Sokka, Aang and Zuko manage to catch him. He isn't arrested though, as the ocean spirit ends up taking him.

Yue's father is happy to have her back, safe and sound, and Yue takes the time to tell him she doesn't want to marry Prince Zuko. She gestures towards him and Sokka, the two happy to be have a moment together, not knowing what Yue is doing. And she tells her father that if the watertribe and fire nation were to have a wedding that day, it might as well be for the couple.

The Chief is unsure about this, but Yue keeps on insisting, telling him how she had already fell inlove with Suki. The Chief relents and agrees, calling for everyone to take their seats. They had a wedding to continue. Hahn is taken away from the altar, and Zuko stays there, waiting for Yue to take her place. Sokka sticks by Katara, Aang and Suki. All of them waiting.

And Sokka is surprised, when Yue walks over to him and pulls him over to Zuko, shocking not only the couple but everyone in attendance. Princess Yue wasn't marrying Prince Zuko. Her guard, Sokka of the SWT was.

It's not the way the two thought they'd get married, and honestly, they wouldn't be surprised if they planned a second, more personal, wedding for just friends and family. But the two get married.

After the wedding, Katara walks onto a Fire Nation ship that was heading to the SWT, she wanted some time back home. Her family, aside from Sokka, was waiting there. Aang finds her and asks her to stay with him, to continue their waterbending lessons together. But she misses her home. And Aang understands. And he gives her a necklace. So she can remember him.

And she keeps it on her at all times.

The next time she's at the NWT is for Yue's and Suki's wedding. A lot had changed since her last visit. She sees her brother and his husband and waves to them, they're still happy. She sees Toph, who she had met when she visited Sokka at the Fire Nation, and smiles despite knowing the earthbender can't see it. And then she sees Aang, who waves to her and she waves back. She sits next to him, and his smile gets bigger when he notices she's wearing the necklace he made her rather than her mother's, which was still on her person. She rarely changed the necklace, and she wasn't sure why she chose today of all days to do so, but maybe it was okay.

Eventually, she and Aang get together. The two would practice bending together and would travel to different nations in order to help them. They get married a lot later, but Katara is happy to help Sokka and Zuko with their second wedding, which was simpler than the extravagant one that was their first wedding.

I'm still going to refine this a bit. I want to work on the characters some more. Like, I want to expand on Hama's role, I'm still not sure about Hahn, like, do I make him a second Preminger, wanting to become Chief to gain power even if it means he has to marry Zuko, or do I make him and Zhao partners in crime. Zhao would get rid of Zuko and Hahn would gain power. I want to include Toph some more. Like, there's a lot I wanna do with this. Will I write it? No. Will I draw it? Very tempted to, so maybe some illustrations???

#avatar the last airbender #avatar: tla #zuko #yue #sokka #suki #katara #aang #zukka #yueki #kataang #princess and the pauper #princess and the pauper au

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milkybonya · 3 years

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Locked in

Anon: helloww, can i please have husband! yanan x changgu little sibling family moment please. my heart melts after fallen in love with yanan 🥺. thank you!

[a/n]: i changed the request to make it gender neutral ^^ and i hope this is good ahhh i hope you like it <3

Warnings: food/drink mentions, a TINY bit of angst and mentions of being locked in !

Summary: Changgu is the only one unaware of the fact that you and Yanan are engaged, but he ends up finding out... accidentally...

Word count: 1.8k

[a/n]: i’m sorry but Yanan is so pretty... look at this gif T-T also imagine this as his reaction when he realizes that Changgu has just found out he’s marrying you

Being your soon-to-be husband’s best friend’s younger sibling (what a mouthful!) means that you’re in quite a tight spot. You don’t want to make your brother feel awkward, since you’re marrying his friend, but you also can’t just... not marry Yanan. As cheesy as it sounds, he’s turned out to be the love of your life, and you can’t let him go so easily.

After having a very private engagement with only the two of you, you’ve been racking your brain for ways to tell the people in your life about it. The other six of your brother’s and Yanan’s friends are aware of your relationship with Yanan - it’s only Changgu, your brother, who doesn’t know.

Still unsure of what to do, you decide to go with the flow when your brother announces that all his friends are coming over for a games night.

“I know it’s awkward having my sibling involved with my friends but... you seem to get along with them so well, so do you want to join us?” he asks you, standing in the doorway of your room.

“Sure!” you say without a second thought, knowing that Yanan will be there.

Changgu smiles warmly and leaves the room.

Then he returns with a serious look on his face.

“If you do anything embarrassing though, I’m never letting you join us again!”

You reassure him, telling him that he’s the embarrassing one anyway. He sticks his tongue out at you but doesn’t say anything when you follow him downstairs to help him set up the board games.

After a few minutes of the two of you fighting over what songs to play, the doorbell rings and eight boys stomp inside recklessly. Even if your parents were home, they would’ve done the same, since all the boys are close with each other’s families.

“I’m gonna win all the games tonight!” Hongseok declares, jumping onto the couch.

You raise your neck and wait for Yanan to walk in. He stepped inside your house last, as if trying not to draw attention to himself, and now slowly takes off his shoes before walking in.

As you desperately wait for him to lock eyes with you, he keeps his head down. Yuto nudges him, whispering something until Yanan finally looks up. As soon as he sees you, his lips immediately curve upwards and he sends a wink your way.

Yuto giggles watching the two of you and slides over to where everyone else is on the couch.

Yanan slowly approaches you while carefully watching Changgu, who is explaining a game to the rest of his friends.

“You’ve been okay, right?” Yanan asks you, quietly.

You nod, smiling. “We texted each other last night...”

“Anything could have happened from then ‘til now!”

You nod again in agreement.

Yanan sits on the end of one of your couches, leaving plenty of room next to him. You walk calmly walk over until your oblivious brother sets his butt down on the seat you were pursuing!

You turn around and swiftly walk over to a spot next to Kino instead, who looks at you with pity-filled eyes.

“Sad that you don’t get to sit next to your husband?” he says. Thankfully, everyone is being so loud that Changgu doesn’t hear, but you still glare at Kino.

Shushing him, you explain that your brother still doesn’t know about your relationship with Yanan.

“Are you for real? Just tell him! Are you sure he doesn’t know? It’s so obvious...”

Hui, noticing that Changgu had taken your seat, begs Changgu to sit next to him instead.

“Come hereeee,” he whines, pouting.

“Stop that! I’m not gonna come if you act like that,” Changgu says, cringing.

But Hui’s pouts eventually win him over, and you’re able to sit next to Yanan, who nervously wipes his hands on his jeans.

Even when all of you begin to play the board game that you’ve all chosen, you’re unable to focus. You constantly worry about whether Changgu finds you suspicious, and also, sitting next to Yanan is making your heart do front flips.

Even though you’re engaged to him, because you’ve had to keep things a secret from your brother, you haven’t been able to see him all the time and whenever you’ve wanted to. So being in his presence is enough to make your face red.

When Yanan’s fingers brush up against yours and he slowly holds your hand behind both of your backs, that doesn’t help your heart or your red face at all. You look up at Yanan but he’s focused on the game and is even able to make a winning move... while holding your hand!

With Changgu focused now on winning, Yanan finally looks at you with a smile, tilting his head to one side.

“What?” he mouths, and all you can do is shake your head.

In the middle of the game, Wooseok asks Changgu for some water.

“Can’t you get it yourself?” Changgu whines, focused on the game.

“PLEASEEEEEEE!” Wooseok screams, forcing Changgu to get up.

As soon as Changgu’s back is turned, Yanan quickly pressed his lips to your warm cheeks.

Wooseok almost screams again until you glare at him. Then you glare at Yanan, the boy who was supposedly shy.

“Why are you being so... risky?” you ask him.

“I’ve missed you,” is all he says. You look to your right and Jinho is watching the two of you with heart eyes.

When Changgu returns with Wooseok’s water, the game continues and eventually ends. Everyone gets up to stretch before deciding on what to play next.

“What other fun things are there to play?” Shinwon asks.

“Not you. You’re no fun.” Wooseok says.

“What does that even mean? Am I a game? Can you play me?” Shinwon asks, throwing a pillow at Wooseok, who giggles to himself.

“I think we should play truth or dare because some people here have some truths in need of telling,” Kino says, staring directly at you.

“No, I won’t play it!” Shinwon says.

“Why are you being so defensive?” Kino asks Shinwon.

While everyone continues to decide on a game, Changgu asks if you could bring some drinks from the basement cooler room.

Yanan, speaking loudly, asks you if you want help, and you also loudly agree. Clearly this is a cover-up for you to spend some time together :)

Both of you get up and quickly walk down the basement steps. When everyone is out of earshot, Yanan pulls something out from under his shirt. A necklace appears.

“Even though I couldn’t wear the ring on my hand today, I still have it around my neck!” Yanan says, grinning proudly.

“I’m wearing it, but on the wrong hand,” you laugh, showing him the ring on not your left, but your right hand.

He kisses your hand instead and holds it, shyly smiling.

“Is it because we’re getting married that you’re so much bolder now?” you ask him, opening the door to the cooler room. There’s a clink sound as though something fell, but you disregard it.

“I told you, I just missed you. It’s so hard... I wish we would just tell Changgu already.”

“I’ll tell him soon, I promise.”

Inside the cooler room, the two of you look through drinks to bring as the door closes behind you.

“Let me hold them. You know I work out,” Yanan says, rolling up his black sleeve and flexing as he picks up the drinks.

You laugh taking a few drinks from his hands, still. Then you try the door knob.

It’s locked.

But you never even locked it!

“Yanan, it won’t open,” you say, panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m strong,” he says, also twisting the door knob.

No luck.

“I left my phone in my room, what do we do?”

Yanan smirks.

“I have my phone with me!” he says, pulling it out. Right as he unlocks it, it turns off. Low battery.

You sigh, letting your back slide down the wall until you’re on the ground.

“Hello? Can you guys hear us? We’re stuck down here!” Yanan yells. “Should I kick the door down?”

“My parents will kill me if they find a broken-down door.”

Yanan crouches down to face you.

“Are you okay? Please don’t worry. Changgu will realize we’ve been gone for too long and he’ll come get us.”

“I know... you’re right. Well, what shall we do while we’re here?”

“Talk?”

“About?”

“Our wedding? I was wondering how many people we should invite... Did you want a small or big wedding? Either way, it could be fun. Some people have themes for their wedding too. Oh, did you want to have it local or go someplace? I feel like-”

Your lips cut off his words. Seeing his small mouth moving so excitedly made you want to suddenly kiss it. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed... Your face tingles and the feeling of Yanan’s lips against yours is warm.

“[y/n]? Yanan?! WHY ARE YOU-?”

Changgu’s voice.

You immediately pull away from Yanan, whose cheeks are red. Changgu has opened the door is staring at you both.

“Changgu, I can explain-”

“You better,” he says, with his arms crossed. He isn’t even frowning, which makes it scarier.

“Actually...” we’re getting married. Why is it so much easier to say it in your mind?

“[y/n] and I are getting married,” Yanan says, with his head down. He lifts it to look at Changgu’s reaction. Your brother is at a loss for words.

“What? Is this a joke?”

You take the ring off your finger and show it to your brother.

“We were secretly dating for a long time... It was me, I was too scared to tell you! I was going to tell you, but you found out like this. I’m sorry.”

“Yanan, do you have a ring like this too?”

He pulls out his necklace and shows it to Changgu, who gasps.

“Is everything okay down there?” Yuto asks, walking down the steps. He approaches slowly as he realizes the situation.

“Did you know about this?” Changgu asks Yuto, showing him the rings.

Yuto presses his lips together, and Changgu takes it as a yes.

“Okay, [y/n], let me tell you this before you get worried. I just need time to process things. I’m not against it! I just need time and a long explanation... if you’re getting married then you must really love him... Why didn’t you tell me? That’s what makes me the most upset,” Changgu explains.

“Hyung, let’s go back up. You can talk with [y/n] about this later. Just enjoy the rest of today!” Yuto says, guiding a flustered Changgu upstairs.

Both of you blushing from being nervous, you and Yanan burst out into laughter.

“Your brother just walked in on us-”

“Stop! I’m already so embarrassed!” you say, laughing harder.

You hug Yanan, feeling relieved. “At least he knows now. He knows! He knows and he’s not against it... that means we can get married and invite him and we won’t have to hide our rings!”

Yanan smiles as he watches you talk. He can’t wait for the future - a future in which he can love you completely freely.

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aro-of-artemis · 3 years

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It's what you do with the things you love!

3 times the boys give Julie kisses and 1 time they have a cuddle pile.

AKA an excessive number of hugs, kisses and I love yous because they're all touch starved and they deserve it.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29331480

{1} Alex

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Julie knows she's dreaming. But that knowledge doesn't make her feel any better. She can feel the staccato thrum in her chest even as she sleeps, her lungs filling and deflating too quickly, making her feel hollowed out like a wind tunnel. Dreams, some nonsensical, others entirely too real, blur and warp in her head. She sees her mother's casket being covered in dirt, hears the pulsing, beeping heartbeat seemingly echoing from the very walls of a hospital. She sees the boys, her boys, laying in a haphazard pile, tear stained and rumpled and slowly disintegrating, turning to bone and then ash and then dust, blown away by a source-less wind. She sees-

"Julie."

Her frantic twisting and turning in bed is disturbed by a voice laced with concern. She can still feel her heartbeat in her ears. The rise and fall of her chest does not slow down but she is mercifully rescued from her dreams. She begins to cry. Big, loud sobs that judder and heave like a ship on a stormy sea.

"Hey, hey, hey," the voice says, gently. She turns her face to see Alex crouched by the side of her bed, resting his hands on the edge like he wants to reach out and touch her but he's not sure if he's allowed. He turns one palm up in silent question. Julie nods desperately, sobs never ceasing.

Alex moves slowly, sliding in next to Julie, half sitting up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and she gratefully buries her face in his chest, body still shuddering. His other arm comes around to encircle her completely. He doesn't say much - there's not much he can say that would actually help - so he just holds her to his chest and runs his hands over her hair and down her back in long, soothing strokes.

He slides down a bit more so that her head is fitted under his chin, her damp breaths against the collar of his hoodie. The tears have quietened a bit, beat out by sheer exhaustion. When she speaks, her voice is raw.

"Thank you, Alex."

"Of course, Jules. I love you."

"Love you, too," she murmurs into his chest.

He tucks his chin, pressing a soft kiss against the crown of her head, her curls tickling at his nose. She lets out a deep sigh, her tense muscles relaxing in small increments.

"Will you stay with me?" Her voice is small, uncertain.

"As long as you need."

Her breathing grows deep and slow, a slight rasp around the edges that approaches a snore. Alex lets his eyes pull shut and slips off into sleep.

~~~

Sometimes Ray wakes in the middle of the night, filled with a sudden dread and the urgent need to check on his kids. Tonight, he has a distinct sense that something is wrong with Julie.

Quietly, he swings his legs out of bed and makes his way down the hall, feet scuffing against the floor in a hushed whisper. Her door stands slightly ajar and he nudges it further open, eyes searching out his daughter.

He is momentarily startled to see not one but two bodies in her bed but the sun rises in his chest at the sight before him, dispelling the menacing shadows of night. A pink-clad torso curls protectively around Julie, shielding her from any and all threats within and without. Alex's soft gold hair falls in every which direction and his normally anxious face is eased with sleep. Ray smiles and pulls the door shut.

{2} Reggie

Julie's noticed something. Reggie always wears the same clothes. It's always some combination of his black skinny jeans, a tank top, his leather jacket and his flannel. Luke and Alex seem to mix it up more, so it's not a ghost thing. Maybe he's just committed to the aesthetic, Julie thinks, but she's not so sure. It nags at the back of her mind for days.

She brings it up to Luke. He looks at her with his big, sad puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, I guess he does. His parents weren't - they didn't really…" Care. He trails off but Julie fills in the blanks. She feels something in her chest harden in anger and yet also soften with tender affection. The result of some strange oxymoron of love.

Luke doesn't offer any more information and Julie doesn't press but plans are already forming in her head.

She has a hushed conversation with her father which ends with a credit card pressed into her hand and the encouragement to "go nuts - within reason". She tells the boys the next day that she's hanging with Flynn and that they should under no circumstances interrupt her. It's not a lie - Flynn's eye for clothes and talent for thrifting is an invaluable part of this mission.

They spend the next day rifling through thrift stores and shopping centres, collecting flannels and t-shirts and jeans that match Reggie's style. (And perhaps they purchase socks and undies for all of the boys because honestly. And maybe Flynn stumbles upon a band shirt that would be just perfect for Luke and Julie finds a fanny pack that was made for Alex).

Tote bags full-to-bursting perched on her shoulders, Julie makes her way down the garden path and pushes her way into the studio. She finds the boys lounging on the couch, Luke and Reggie idly plucking at their guitar strings and Alex hanging upside down off it.

"Julie!" they chorus as she enters.

A small laugh enters her voice. "What are you guys doing?" It turns into a full-belly laugh as Alex tries to extricate himself from his precarious position and ends up landing on his head.

Reggie notices the bags on her shoulders. "Whatcha got, Jules?" His enthusiasm is infections.

"Well…," she says, drawing it out. She sets the bags down on the piano and starts unloading them, making a small pile off to the side for Alex and Luke. Once she's finished, she steps back with a satisfied nod and a flourish. "It's for you, Reg."

His smile drops. "For me?"

She nods, biting her lip nervously. Now that she's here, she isn't sure how he'll react. Would he be mad that she'd overstepped? Embarrassed? She watches his face carefully for a reaction. Her heart drops to her shoes when tears start spilling down his cheeks.

"Oh! Reggie, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed, I should have asked before I -" She's abruptly cut off when warm arms pull her into his chest and she lets out a soft oof. But she revels in the embrace, letting Reggie hold her as long as he needs.

When he pulls back a bit, his eyes are red and puffy but he's smiling once more. "Don't apologise, Julie. I - It's just that no one's ever - no one's done this before. Thank you."

Julie can feel a stinging sensation at the back of her eyes and a boulder forming in her throat but she manages to croak out, "Of course, Reggie. I love you." She tugs on his necklace affectionately.

Fresh tears spill down his face. He leans forward, ducking his head down to press a gentle kiss into the softness of her cheek and pulls her back into an embrace.

"Love you, too, Jules."

~~~

"You bought us underwear?"

"Yes."

"I dunno how to feel about that, Jules."

A sigh. "Just say thank you and move on."

"Thank you, " is said in a three-part chorus.

{3} Luke

Julie lays on her bed, stomach pressed against the soft duvet and heels kicking in the air behind her. But her eyebrows are furrowing in tense concentration and her fingers are tight around her pen. Spread haphazardly before her are various textbooks and notebooks, her laptop open off to one side. An irritated sigh drives its way out of her throat when disorderly curls fall into her face again.

As if summoned, Luke poofs into her room. She doesn't look up.

"Hey! Jules. You nearly finished with your school work?"

"No." She says it flat and terse, eyes fixed on the page before her.

"Oh." His face momentarily creases but he shrugs and makes himself comfortable at the end of her bed, leaning his side up against it. His chin rests just on the edge. "I'll just wait here until you're done then."

Julie doesn't respond.

Time passes. An hour perhaps, but Luke's never had the best sense of time. His brain always seems to warp and shift it. He stays admirably quiet, considering, if he does say so himself. He paces around the room, fiddling with knick knacks and keepsakes, admiring (from a distance) pictures of Julie and her mom. He gives the dream box a wide berth (even if his eyes keep being drawn to it. Especially so).

Eventually, he sits himself back down in his original position, eyes glancing around the room. Absentmindedly, his hand reaches out to tug at a curl that had fallen forward over Julie's face.

"Would you STOP that?" she snaps.

His hand jerks back as if scalded. "Julie - what - I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - ". His eyes are wide, eyebrows practically disappearing into his hairline.

Julie's breath leaves her chest all in a rush, as if trying to beat the traffic at the end of a concert. Her face drops into her hands. Luke looks at her in consternation, unsure where he went wrong until he sees her back begin to shake with awful, desperate sounds.

"Julie - I - are you okay?"

She doesn't answer but continues to tremble.

"Julie. Jules. Talk to me. Or - or do you want me to leave. I can go if you want. I didn't -" He begins to rise, backing up.

He's stopped in his tracks, half crouched, by a garbled sound that he thinks was no.

"Okay," he says. He sits back down. Thinking. His eyes never leave Julie. "If, if you don't wanna talk about it, would you like a hug instead? I'm told I give pretty good hugs."

The hiccupy almost-sobs are interrupted by a wet chuckle. Her head nods minutely. Luke's not sure he would have noticed except for how close he's watching her.

His muscles bring him to standing and he opens his arms wide. "C'mere," he says. Just quietly. She swings herself over the side of her bed and just about flings herself at his chest. He wraps his arms around her, as tight as they go, matching her grip, and just holds her for a while, rocking back and forth slowly.

~~~

Luke's hugging her so tight. She feels so safe and so warm. His small shushing sounds cease when he presses his warm, dry lips against her forehead. He keeps them there and strokes her hair gently, careful not to snag any curls. Julie feels her shoulders drop, finally, some of the tension unspooling from her spine. She breathes in, 2, 3, 4 and out, 2, 3, 4 and in and out for a while longer.

Once her heart has calmed from a jackhammer to the mere ticking of a clock, she pulls back to look at him. His eyes are like an ocean at storm, a wild mess of greygreenblue.

"Luke, I'm sorry, I - "

"You don't need to apologise." One of his hands comes up to cup her jaw, dragging a thumb under the corner of her eye where tears still linger. She feels her heart grow a couple of sizes.

"I want to," she insists, looking down bashfully. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I've just been really overwhelmed by my school work and it was feeling like too much. But I, um, I think I just needed a really good cry 'cause I haven't in a while and I - " Her words stumble when she looks back up because there's a bittersweet crinkle around the corners of his eyes and his eyebrows are so earnest that she has to just reach up and touch one, grazing her thumb along it.

He laughs a little. Just softly.

"And thank you. For the hug," she says. "You really are excellent at hugs. 10 out of 10. Would hug again"

His eyes crinkle again but this time with mirth. "Of course, Julie. Anytime. Day or night."

Her thumb is still on the tail of his eyebrow and the rest of her hand is cupping his cheek. He may be a ghost but she can feel the warmth of his skin against her palm, the rushing of blood beneath the surface, the faint freckles that wander across his nose.

And his eyes. She could write entire songs about his eyes - whole albums - and still not know what colour they were or how to capture how they shift with his mood like a flag in the wind.

Her gaze drops to his lips without her permission. As they lift into a tentative smile, her thumb drags over the crease of skin where his smile lines form and tugs at the edge where his mouth curls up, making him smile wider.

Julie looks back up to his eyes after eons to find him staring back just as intently. His lips part slightly, as if in awe, unsure what to say. Finally, they resolve into the soft sounds of her name.

"Julie. Can I - ?"

"Please." Her voice is barely a whisper.

Slowly, as if encased in glass, he lowers his face to meet hers. Their lips brush, mere millimetres away from each other. The air crackles. And then breaks.

Julie pushes her lips up to meet his. They're warm (still). And soft. Her whole face, her whole body, is alight, lines of warmth spreading from every place skin meets skin. She presses into him harder and he presses back. The hand still on his face hooks around his ear, bringing him closer. One of his arms curls around the small of her back, pulling her in and his thumb rubs small circles on the sharp of her cheekbone, his calluses catching against her skin. She never wants this to end but she has to breathe, even if he - technically - doesn't.

She pulls back but doesn't go far, resting her forehead against his. She can practically feel the curlicue of his mouth against hers, his breath tickling her face.

"You're amazing, Julie." His expression is thunderstruck, disbelieving, electrified.

"So are you." She is filled with awe at the idea that she gets to have this. Him. Luke Patterson, the boy she. She - she loves.

Oh.

"I love you," she says in wonderment. "So much."

He laughs, incredulous. She feels unstoppable. "So do I. I - I - I love you so much I don't know what to do with it all."

Julie laughs back. Delirious. Just this side of hysterical. "Me neither. I wrote an entire song in my head because I had nowhere else to put it."

Luke snorts. "Me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Their smiles could blind astronauts all the way in space.

{+1}

Julie turns over in her bed again. She tries to resettle her sheets but her feet get tangled up in the knotted blanket. She lets out a deep sigh and can feel irritation clawing its way up her arms and legs, tugging at her nerve endings, making her want to scream. She turns her head to read the time off her phone and another heartfelt sigh is pulled from her chest as she watches the numbers tick over to 1:13 am.

She lays there a moment longer, staring up at the ceiling like she's a character in The Office looking at the camera. Hoping - praying - that some semblance of sleepiness would overtake her. But no, that would be far too easy. It's just that something's wrong. She can't put her finger on it but she feels as though the air around her is ill-at-ease with the objects in its path and something in her chest twinges uncomfortably.

She rolls over and tumbles out of bed, half stumbling to her feet, and makes her way downstairs, outside along the garden path and into the studio. The sight that greets her when she enters is … unnerving.

Reggie lays in the middle of the floor, arms and legs spread wide, just staring fixedly at nothing. Over on the couch, Luke sits, picking a melancholy tune out on his acoustic. On the floor next to Luke's legs, Alex sits with his knees pulled up to his chest, his chin pressed harshly into them and arms wrapped around his calves. He too looks off into the middle distance.

"Uh. Hey, guys."

At the sound of her voice, Luke's fingers falter and the other two's eyes seem to snap back into this reality but none of them move.

"What's…going on?" she says uncertainly. She feels the weight of three sets of eyes on her, burdened by some incurable sadness. Luke has stopped playing but he still holds his guitar in his lap, clutching it to his chest.

"Nothing," he says like a lying liar who lies. "We're fine. What're you doing up?"

Julie narrows her eyes at him, looks to Alex, then Reggie. "Don't change the subject." Her eyes soften though. A few steps across the garage and she settles herself down by Reggie who has yet to move except to bring his hands together over his stomach and begin tugging at his fingers. Gently, she lifts his head up and settles it in her lap. He lets her without argument and she begins to comb her fingers through his soft hair.

"Clearly something's going on. So spill." Her words are direct but her tone is mild.

Alex's chin lifts from his knees. "We - I, I was just thinking about my, um, my parents?"

Julie nods encouragingly at him even as she continues to play with Reggie's hair.

He continues. "I don't know what happened to my parent since I died. I - I don't know if I wanna know what happened to them. They weren't - they didn't, after I came out -"

Julie just nods reassuringly. She feels so lucky that her dad was understanding when she told him about her sexuality, even if he didn't understand all of the terminology entirely.

"But my sister. I think I want to know what happened to her. How she's doing."

"You have a sister?" Julie's not sure why she's so shocked to find this out.

"Yeah, a younger sister." He smiles a little, crookedly.

Julie furrows her eyebrows a bit, considering. "We could find her? If you wanted. I'm sure Dad would be happy to help track her down."

"You'd do that?" His blue eyes shine with something like hope.

"Of course, Alex." She watches him as he scrubs a hand across his mouth and sniffles. She elects not to say anything but just opens one of her arms. He crawls over and slumps into her warm embrace, breathing shakily.

Reggie speaks now. "I don't think I want to find my parents. It would be - " He shakes his head and a tear rolls down the side of his face and drops noiselessly onto the floor.

"That's okay, Reggie."

"Thanks, Julie. I just sometimes wonder - it doesn't matter though." His watery eyes brighten a touch. "You guys are my family, now."

Julie feels a warm tear leak out the corner of her eye and make its way down her face, hanging off her chin.

She turns her face to Luke who hasn't spoken since the beginning. He chuckles softly, shaking his head. His face is dry but his eyes are brighter than normal. "You know my story, Julie. And I'm so …," he tips his head back as if searching for the right words, "… grateful to you for giving my parents closure but I still miss them, y'know?"

Julie does know. "Luke Patterson, you'd better get your butt over here."

He smirks a little at that, placing his guitar off to the side finally. As he does so, Julie wiggles herself down so that she's lying across the rug, carefully positioning Reggie's head on her stomach. Alex presses his face into her shoulder on the opposite side to Reggie, throwing his arm over her upper torso. She curls her arm protectively around his shoulders, her thumb stroking against the place where it rests. Luke plops himself down beside her and wedges a cushion under her head. She smiles at him gratefully. He positions himself at her other shoulder, cushioning his head on her outstretched arm so that he lies parallel to Reggie. He loops his arm over Reggie, pulling him to his chest.

As if they'd planned it, they all released a breath simultaneously. A damp giggle erupts from their pile on the floor.

After a few minutes of just existing together, Julie clears her throat.

"I love you guys," she says quietly. "You're my family and I'll do anything I can for you. You've already done so much for me. So if you want to see your families, or if you don't, I'll be here to help you. Just say the word."

"Thank you, Julie," Alex answers for all of them.

Time passes and she can feel Luke's breath begin to deepen against her neck and the rise and fall of Reggie's stomach slow. Alex burrows further into her shoulder. Her own eyes feel as though they're being pulled down like the shutters of a shop at the end of the day. She lets herself fall into a deep, restful sleep.

When morning comes, she lays a kiss on each of their cheeks before she makes her way inside. Because, after all, that's what you do with the things you love.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #fic #jatp fic #platonic kisses #platonic cuddles #found family #they just love each other v much okay>#light juke #juke

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Being Human - Chapter 12

<= Chapter 11

Summary : Snatcher has a talk with someone. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24826561/chapters/65084764

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NEW CHAPTER HEEEEY I hope you'll like it ! I managed to work quite well on "Being Human" recently and I finished writing the 14th chapter yesterday (and it's a long one too) ! I had a blast writing the 12th and 14th chapter and I can't wait for you to read it !

Thank you so much for all your support, it means so, so, so much to me. I know I keep repeating this, but this is the truth. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today.

Fun fact: I will soon draw my 100th drawing on "A Hat In Time" (I'm colouring the 98th one and I sketched the 99th one, I genuinely wonder what the 100th will represent!). I have been extremely productive this year, I think I drew like 150 pictures (in general) from the beginning of 2020 to today. And it's all thanks to you guys !! Thank you so much !

ANYWAY.

The “Oh The Humanity” AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings !

Happy reading !

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Chapter 12 - “You’re bad at telling scary stories.”

-“Here, come this way,” instructed Cooking Cat, as she led him to the machine room, her face serious now that the kids were nowhere in sight.

Snatcher’s expression showed how confused he was, seeing where she was taking him. Why there? He didn’t have his place in this room, and certainly neither did she, unless he greatly underestimated her. If she saw his face, she didn’t say anything, leading him further into the ship instead, stopping in front of a green door with the pictogram of a brush on the centre of it. Where would it lead? A playroom perhaps? A room dedicated to hobbies? After all, with such a huge ship, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to find a room like that inside.

The door opened swiftly revealing -another!- hallway, just as sloped as the others. Oh, this was just great, especially with how he fell earlier. His legs hurt. Well, everything did, but mostly his legs. However, the cat seemed to notice the scowl on his face and offered her paw for him to remain stable.

-“Need some help?” she offered, concern plastered all over her face. Ugh, Gods, did Snatcher hate that expression. It just made him feel even more pathetic than he already was.

-“No,” he spat, keeping his eyes fixed on the slope not to stumble, “I can walk on my own. I’m not a stupid baby, thank you,” he added, his stone still very harsh. Deep inside, he knew the other was just trying to help, but he couldn’t keep the words inside. He was too mad at himself, at the whole situation to care. But, surprisingly, Cooking Cat only smiled at him and pulled her hand back.

-“Okay,” she simply replied and the former ghost cringed at her compassionate tone. Still… This was a very different reaction than what he had expected. The hatted brat would have yelled at him, the other one would have given him a sad look… But Cooking Cat just agreed, not looking different than usual, despite his harsh words.

Somehow… Somehow, it felt like he wasn’t rushed to accept his current “condition” for once. It was a nice change. He knew the little girls had been trying to help him, but this was different, in a way he couldn’t describe precisely.

Great, and now he was feeling bad. Just another negative feeling on the top of all the terrible ones he was already feeling, perfect, fantastic. The former ghost avoided looking at Cooking Cat, guilt eating him inside. This was so ridiculous: he was (used to be…?) a soul-stealing spirit, one that forced people to work for him only to kill them afterwards… And now he was feeling guilty? What the heck?

“This is just this stupid human brain,” he thought grumpily as they walked into the hallway, the cat adapting her pace to match his, not forcing him to go faster than he could. He hated to be pitied that much, it just reminded him that he was less capable than any human… Yet, a part of himself felt grateful for it, no matter how much he was trying to repress it.

Snatcher wasn’t weak, he didn’t want to be. How could he, with an entire village to protect against a crazy Queen? It was his responsibility.

They eventually reached the other door, which opened just as quickly as the first one. The sight that greeted Snatcher’s eyes was definitely not one he had expected. His jaw dropped from the surprise, his eyes glancing everywhere, examining his surroundings with much interest.

It was a gallery. The walls were green, with burgundy columns in the corners of the room. The floor was covered in red carpet, with round, darker patterns on it. A long light green rug was in front of them, starting from the door to the opposite wall. On their left was a pedestal on which was exhibited a bust with a golden, shiny necklace. Just as expected, the room was full of paintings, all very different from one another. Most of them represented the hatted girl, others showed people he didn’t know, or ones he vaguely remembered such as the mafia goons who often wandered in his forest. He entered the room, more than impressed with what he was seeing… Until he found a particular painting that caught his attention.

-“Hey, that’s me!” he exclaimed, surprised. He moved just in front of the painting, admiring it in bewilderment: his previous ghostly appearance could be seen in the middle of the picture, as if he were screaming, though his expression wasn’t a horrified one. The setting seemed awfully familiar to him, as if he had seen another version of that painting somewhere else. Huh. Weird.

Confusion replaced his initial surprise as questions echoed in his mind. However, his lips moved on their own, voicing them as he kept his eyes stuck on the painting before him:

-“Who made that?” he asked, unable to look anywhere else.

Cooking Cat stayed silent for a brief moment, as if to think, before replying, unsure:

-“I don’t know,” she answered trustfully: “I’ve only been here once, to be completely honest. I tried asking about it, but the girls avoided the question. They’re usually pretty talkative, but there are some things they try not to talk about. So… I don’t force them.”

The former ghost remembered what the kids told him earlier, about the war that broke out between their people… If this was something like that, it made sense they didn’t want to talk about it. He couldn’t really blame them, considering he didn’t like to mention his own past. However… This was different: his face was literally on the picture, he was directly concerned by this! He never gave anyone the right to use his image! Really, the nerve of some people, he should sue!

But, as he finally managed to inspect the other paintings as well… He realized that he wasn’t the only one concerned, seeing as some pictures featured other people, like that awfully annoying tourist that always managed to avoid his traps…

For real, who painted those? Certainly not the kids: he had seen their drawings and they certainly didn’t look like that. These paintings were obviously made by professionals, people who knew how to draw and how to colour. What a strange mystery…

Snatcher was brought back to reality as Cooking Cat called out to him softly. He turned in her direction, noticing only now that she was sitting on the floor, patting the spot next to her, as an invitation for him to join her.

-“You’re kidding, right?” he asked, with a mix of confusion and mockery in his voice.

-“Trust me,” she answered, patting the spot harder, clearly insisting. The man looked at her for a few seconds, wondering how naive she could be to think he’d sit on the floor just because he was asked to… But no matter how motionless he remained, she just kept her eyes on his, waiting patiently for him to sit, not pushing him nor rushing him to do so.

Just waiting.

It wasn’t long until her stare made him ill at ease, made him feel like he was ridiculous, just like a child throwing a tantrum at his patient mother. But as soon as that thought came to his mind, he realized this wasn’t really far from the truth, given how motherly Cooking Cat had acted up until now… And he had just admitted he was behaving like a kid.

Now that was just great.

With a loud and frustrated sigh, Snatcher eventually gave in and sat next to her, a clear frown visible on his face. His arms were around his legs, keeping his knees close to his chest. He stared at her with irritation:

-“Fine, I’m sitting next to you. Amazing. What now?” his voice sounded bored and exasperated, but he was actually intrigued, if he had to be completely honest. Why would she take him to this room, only to have him sit on the carpet? As if this was going to help him fight his so-called emotions! Ugh.

Being human sucked.

However, before he was able to say anything else, he felt a powerful tug on the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to the floor. His back soon hit the ground, though not as hard as he thought it would. His head thankfully was stopped by the cat’s paw before any possible impact. Snatcher’s eyes were wide open from the surprise and the shock, looking everywhere as the gears in his mind started to turn. And then it clicked.

Cooking Cat had pulled on his collar, forcing him to lie down, his back against the soft carpet.

-“Hey!” he protested, trying to straighten up once more: “What do you think you’re doi-”

Yet, despite his wish to yell at the other for her over-familiar gesture, he was silenced both by the cat and by the sight caught by his eyes.

-“Hush and look up,” she simply said, pointing at the ceiling, forcing him back down. She lied down as well, putting her chef’s hat aside as she did so. Snatcher stopped moving as he stared at what was above him, speechless with awe. A glass ceiling, one he could see through, one that showed him many stars and planets so, so far away from him and yet so beautiful.

-“What-,” started the former ghost, only to close his mouth, not sure what to say. A lot of conflicted emotions were echoing in his mind, like exasperation, impatience but, most of all, confusion. Why would she bring him here out of every room in the spaceship? Why would she make him lie down to look at Space -not that he’d complain about that last point- ? What was she trying to achieve by doing so? Snatcher didn’t understand and that only made him even more irritated.

Thankfully, Cooking Cat seemed to pick up on his emotions without having him explain them in details. It really was impressive how she managed to read people like open books and, in a way, that made the man quite uneasy. Knowing his heart could be so exposed to someone he barely knew… This was not something he enjoyed.

-“Thought you might like this,” she explained calmly: “I wanted to talk to you in private and, well, we might as well be in the nicest room of the ship, right? Plus… We have such a good view, here.”

Snatcher stared at her, not sure what to answer at first. Yet… He could only agree. They did have a really good view. The stars were all shiny, very distinct from the black, interstellar void. Planets could be seen in the distance, like ants walking on the glass ceiling. Somehow, lying down and watching all of that gave the man the feeling of floating above water, as if he were drifting away and seeing the sky moving. In a way… This wasn’t entirely false, as the ship was drifting away. Still, the sight remained particularly magnificent and very different from what he was used to see in Subcon Forest, even at the top of his tree.

-“There isn’t anything to talk about,” replied Snatcher with a scowl, glancing away. Why would he talk to someone he just met? He would be stupid to do so, especially since he didn’t even like talking to people to begin with. Well, unless they could be useful to him in any way, he supposed. In any case, personal topics were a definite no-no and nothing this cat could say would change anything.

-“Really?” answered Cooking Cat with a false surprised intonation: “I thought you’d like to hear about one of the tales I was told when I was only a kitten, you know, the one about you.”

Okay, maybe Snatcher was ready to talk about some personal topics.

He squinted, wary, eying the cat with suspicion:

-“You’re trying to gain my trust to make me talk, aren’t you?” he accused her, though she only smiled more at his accusations, lifting her paw to her heart to feign being hurt by them.

-“Me?” she gasped with exaggeration: “Oh, no, I would never!”

The man just frowned even more. Yeah, she was totally trying to make him talk. At this thought, he let out a long and loud irritated sigh. Whatever, it wasn’t like he could get out of this situation anyway. He had the feeling the cat wouldn’t let him, especially with how he had behaved earlier. And so, what could he do but to endure this, if it meant he could leave faster and stay alone to mope just like he wanted to? Thus, with an audible and exaggerated groan, Snatcher agreed.

-“Fine,” he grunted, already feeling he was going to regret this, “Hope it’s scary, otherwise keep it to yourself,”

-“Oh, it is,” she confirmed, nodding vigorously: “It kept me up at night many times. We were told that naughty kittens would be taken away by a mysterious spirit called “The Snatcher”, only to be eaten and forgotten by their family.”

The former shade listened attentively, wondering where the story would go. Well, so far, the story was half true. He didn’t kidnap kittens, but he did eat people somewhat, so heh, close enough.

-“So, I was your Bogeyman equivalent, basically,” he interrupted, not sure what to think of that. It was nice to know he terrified children, but being compared with such a ridiculous monster was kind of an insult. His words made his interlocutor laugh though, and she continued telling her story:

-“Ahaha, yeah, pretty much! I used to fake not being scared by it in front of my parents, but as soon as night came, I would always shake like a leaf under my bedsheets. It lasted a few years, I must admit,” she giggled awkwardly at the memory: “But you know, I’m glad I was scared of you as a kitten,” she confessed, glancing back at him with a warm smile.

-“Why?” retorted Snatcher, quite perplexed. Why would someone be happy about something like that? Usually, people would do everything to repress childhood traumas like this, or at least laugh about it later… But being happy about it? This sounded off, if not just wrong.

-“Because one night, I was so scared I couldn’t sleep. And so, I slipped out of bed and rummaged through my parents’ bookcase, doing my best not to wake them up… And then, I found what changed my whole life.”

-“And that was…?” asked Snatcher curiously, still wondering how he could have indirectly impacted someone’s life so much. He disliked helping people, so even doing so without actually wanting to made him frustrated.

-“The first cooking book I ever read,” she told him with, perhaps, the most heartfelt expression he had ever seen: “It wasn’t special or anything, just an old book my mother had kept just not to throw it away… But I was immediately hooked on it. Just thinking about creating something new from completely different ingredients… It’s, woah, you know?”

The former spirit remained silent, not sure how to answer. He wanted to retort something disagreeable, he wanted to shut her up, wanted not to listen to her sappy backstory… And yet, he kept his mouth close, for a reason he couldn’t quite place.

Was he becoming soft?!

Hating the sound of that thought, he just scoffed at her words. Yet, he already knew it wasn’t as sincere as his usual mockeries were. It felt like he was just trying to prove to himself that he was still the horrible and terrifying ghost he had been the last few centuries. This just made him feel ridiculous, ugh.

-“Hey, it’s true!” protested Cooking Cat with a little nudge, though she didn’t seem like she was offended by his attitude. Instead, she seemed to take it lightly, like a joke or something: “I remember that time so clearly. I went down in the kitchen in the middle of the night and I tried cooking something from the book. But not only did I end up cooking something that tasted terrible, but I also woke up my parents in the process!” she started to laugh again, staring into space as she looked like she was remembering it fondly: “Oh, they were mad, really mad, I can tell you that. But still, it made me realize how much I loved cooking and it soon became my dream job afterwards.”

-“Couldn’t have guessed,” he remarked sarcastically, hinting at her own name, which was pretty obvious on that regard.

-“Oh, hush!” she nudged him once more, still mischievously. Her smile faded after a few moments and she let her eyes wander in the interstellar void. Silent fell between the two and Snatcher couldn’t help but imitate her, watching the stars drift away through the window, his ears catching up on the many sounds caused by the ship. The constant whirring of the engine was… Soothing, so much that he almost fell back asleep at some point, only to be brought back to reality as Cooking Cat started to talk again:

-“So, I guess… I wanted to thank you. For existing and for being you, I mean,” she said softly: “Without you, I wouldn’t have become what I am today. Thank you.”

Snatcher glanced away, his expression turning bitter. He didn’t want to be thanked for anything. He didn’t want to help anyone, he didn’t want to be nice, even indirectly! He was a soul-stealing ghost, an entity who had murdered countless of people and had done so without feeling any guilt!

… Well, he didn’t anymore, at least. But that wasn’t the point!

Apparently, his face must have been pretty obvious to read as the cat spoke again, an embarrassed tone in her voice:

-“Sorry, I think I said more than I should have,” she confessed, giving him an apologetic look: “I didn’t want to make you feel ill-at-ease. But, if that makes you feel any better, you did give me plenty of nightmares as a kitten, so that makes us even, right?”

The former spirit only scoffed again, this time much more sincere than the last. Gods, this was so sappy, he could almost throw up because of it… Well, figure of speech, considering that he didn’t really want to experience that out of everything possible from being back from the dead. Still, this was some mushy stuff right there, exactly what exasperated him the most.

And yet, he kept his mouth closed once more. The other waited patiently, not pushing him to say or do anything and… It really felt nice. And while he was still feeling pretty… Bad, it was still better than a while ago. At least, he was calmer and less likely to snap.

It is only at that moment he realized that Cooking Cat’s purpose had not been to make him talk about his feelings… But just make him feel better, if only a little bit, never forcing him to listen if he didn’t want to. Snatcher frowned, though it wasn’t from irritation this time.

He was feeling guilty and he hated that. Why did he have to feel things like that?! However, the former shade did his best to push that thought away, very much aware that this would only lead him to snap again. And so, Snatcher took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he did so. He couldn’t describe how much he had needed that.

-“You know,” he reopened his eyes after a few minutes of silence, “You’re bad at telling scary stories,” he eventually said, the tinge of a smile on his lips.

Cooking Cat smiled back at him, not taking that as an insult… Because it wasn’t really one, in the end. Fortunately, she was observant enough to notice that instantly.

-“I know, I know,” she answered with a short giggle, before continuing, her eyes fixed on his as a more serious expression appeared on her features: “I hope you’ll teach me someday, though.”

The message between those words was clear to the man: “I’ll always be there if you need to talk again, never fear to ask”. Although… He couldn’t deny he was quite hesitant on the matter. After centuries spent without talking to anyone about his -ugh- ‘feelings’, suddenly doing so wasn’t really easy. On the contrary, it was pretty difficult. However, another thing he couldn’t deny was how he felt a bit better after talking to the cat, even if they hadn’t talked about anything related to the recent events. But perhaps it was the reason, maybe he was feeling better because she hadn’t mentioned anything about that, because she had let him choose whether he wanted help or not… And it felt nice, to have his boundaries being respected like that.

He had needed this.

-“Maybe,” he finally replied with a small nod, his eyes fixed on the glass ceiling: “not sure you can handle it, though, I am pretty scary,” he joked, even though it was still a little hard to do so considering how he was feeling at the moment. But it did the job and Cooking Cat laughed again:

-“Oh, don’t worry, I’m kind of stubborn,” she assured him. After a few more moments of silence, she stood up, catching Snatcher’s attention: “The girls must be waiting for us, by now. Let’s go back,” she told him, offering her hand to help him to stand up.

The thought of seeing the brats again after the incident in the kitchen made him quite uneasy, for obvious reasons. It would be stupid to wonder about what they talked about, considering what had just happened. He didn’t really want to see them now, yet some part of him knew that waiting would just make things worse. And as they were the only persons in the world able to revert him to his spectral form… It was best to avoid any conflict with them.

And so… Snatcher took Cooking Cat’s paw, the cat waiting patiently for him to do so. He stood up just like her, his posture tensed as he agreed to her words:

-“Yeah… Let’s go back.”

Whether the bad feeling he had about this was going to become reality or was just the product of his pessimistic nature… He didn’t know yet. But he would very soon.

Snatcher did not look forward to it.

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I had so much fun writing this dialogue when, in reality, dialogue is one of my weak points, alongside writing action scenes. I hope you liked this chapter ! It wasn't the longest one but it was one of them! (7 pages and approximately 3700 words).

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See you on the next chapter, take care everyone ! :)

=> Chapter 13

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peachebunnys · 4 years

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100 ways

one shot

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

summary: “There’s a 100 ways to leave a lover, but i’m the only one that you need.” Javier believes he doesn’t deserve anything, but you’d say otherwise.

warnings: lot of crying, happy ending?

a/n: I thought of this and decided to write it on a whim, so have this hot pile of garbage. Here’s what would’ve happened if Javier’s ex lover came back into his life after he stood her up at their wedding before he came to Colombia!

w/c: 2.4k

Javier leaned against the brick wall behind his seat, feeling the leftover residue from the rain that was pouring just the night before. He fishes out his lighter from his jeans, lighting the cigarette that already hangs from his lips. He looks up at the busy streets, checking his watch occasionally as he waits for you to arrive.

The weather in Bogota was starting to get warmer, and in turn, making Javier sweat as the minutes went by. He hadn’t seen you over the past few years, and it truly shocked him that you bothered to go out of your way to meet him upon arrival here. He bounced his leg nervously, head resting in his palms as he eyes the cafe quickly. God, why is it that he was suddenly feeling more nervous than any raid he took part in during his time in DEA? Was it the fact that he was meeting you, finally, after all these years? Possibly.

Many would argue that you’d never get over your first love, others would say that they’re there simply to teach you how to love and be better versions of yourself. Javier felt like it was the former.

The beads of sweat that formed above his thick eyebrows now threatened to drip down his temple, and there’s a sudden tension in the air as his eyes met yours from across the room. You smile sweetly at him. But you always do, right?

Javier smiles right back at you, and his heart aches at how you’ve not changed one bit. It was almost like yesterday, when he stood you up at the altar and left his hometown for good. Your hair was still styled the same as it used to be, eyes still filled with kindness- the very same ones he fell in love with. He wishes he could say the same, that he hasn’t changed one bit either but he knew he’d just be lying to both himself and you again. The horrors of his DEA life changed him entirely, and Javier was sure he was a shell of the man that he once was when he left you all those years back.

You smile as you sat down in the wooden chair, adjusting your bag to place it on your lap comfortably. Your eyes meet his again, and this time you see guilt and sorrow staring right back at you. “Hey Javi,” you greet him, hands resting over his as he clutches his drink just a bit tighter, “how have you been?”

How has he been? Where does he even start? And in the midst of all his thoughts, he stutters out a soft, “I missed you.”

“Javi...”

Shit. He fucked up, hadn’t he?

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” He tries to find a coherent thought, muttering out a string of apologies in hopes to make the situation less awkward. How could he? How could he just drop a bomb on his ex lover the minute she walks right back into his life? He was being selfish and he knew it, and in this moment he didn’t know where to hide his face.

“Javi, it’s okay.” Your hands gently squeezing his as a form of reassurance, “I missed you too.”

You did? He thinks. He looks up at you again, eyes wide in confusion. After all that he did to you?

There was an air of silence as the two of you looked at each other, and Javier could feel the world around him disappear. There was something about you that always made him forget all his troubles, something he was always grateful for, especially right at this moment. The sounds of nearby passersby and vehicles all melted away as he heard you laugh, eyes crinkling at the ends while you let out a hearty chuckle. He eyes the way you gently draw circles on his hand with your thumb, the very same thing you used to do whenever he was stressed.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

The silence came again, and this time your smile had become a more sympathetic one. Javier struggled to maintain eye contact with you, shame washing over him as he remembers the series of events which he was sure hurt you as much as it did to him. He wishes he could turn back time, to hug you, to tell you everything that plagued his being; but instead he chose to be a coward that walked away from you as you stood alone at the altar. He shakes his head, untangling his fingers from yours, emotionally closing off to you - just as he did the last time.

“Javier, I don’t blame you for what you did.”

His heart clenches, vision starting to get blurry from the tears that threaten to fall. He closes his eyes for a second, the tears burning as it trails down his cheeks. His breathing becomes more shallow, and the words he struggles to say comes out as a broken cry, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I really really am.”

Your hand finds his again, this time with a firmer grip and the other forcing him to look at you as you cup his cheek gently, “baby, I forgive you. Please just look at me now Javi.”

The tears that stains his cheeks glistens as the setting sun shines on it. Your thumb gently brushes away the stray tears, and you continue to hold his cheek gently. The man in front of you was different, but who wouldn’t be? You could only imagine the horrors he had to face each day, from the narcos to the drugs, to the potential bounties on his head - things that would only bring colour to your nightmares if you had heard about what he’s been through. Physically, he was definitely the same person. But mentally? You couldn’t say the same.

As you look at him longer, you notice the eyebags that rest under his weary eyes. His hair was starting to become unkempt, with a few stray curls coming undone and sticking out at odd angles. He wore the shirt that he knew you loved, red plaid ones that were tight enough to show off his biceps you used to absolutely adore. He’d definitely become stronger too, and you reckon it was due to the countless raids he’s been on as a DEA agent. The fight against Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel had taken your lover away from you, and you knew the man that sat in front of you was starting to become a shell of what he once was - when he was still in your arms back in your tiny countryside home. But you didn’t care, you still loved him regardless.

“I wanted to be mad at you,” you spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence the two of you shared, “but we both know I wouldn’t last.”

Javier let out a soft chuckle, like music to your ears as he allowed himself to smile back at you, holding your hand tighter as you continued talking. “I spoke to your dad when you left,” you pause, choosing your next few words carefully, “he told me all about it, Javi. About the talk you two had before you left.”

Javier audibly sucked in a breath, staring at you nervously, unsure of what to say. Did you forgive him? But how could you, even after hearing the reason behind what he’s done?

“I just wished you told me,” your voice slightly breaking as you continued, “Javi, you didn’t have to do this alone. I know you only left to protect me, but you never have to do this alone.”

The two of you looked at each other with glassy eyes, holding the other’s hands tightly as if something might happen if any of you were to let go. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You looked down, hiding the way the tears were spilling onto your face. You nodded, pulling Javier’s hand closer to your face. “There wasn’t anyone else you know, after you.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I know I don’t deserv-”

“Javi.” You said simply, “I’m going to stop you right there.”

His eyes were wide open, fear and worry washing over him as he looked so vulnerable next to you. You couldn’t get over how pretty his eyes looked, staring back at you like you were the only thing here. Countless people have told you that no, going back to your lover after he stood you up - at your wedding, no less, would only bring you more pain. But you knew Javi. Knew him better than himself, you think.

“What you did was stupid, running off to Colombia after being posted there, without telling me? You were really stupid to do that Javi, but your dad said-” your voice was starting to get higher, a lump threatening to form in your throat. “He said that you only wanted to protect me because you knew how bad it can get out here in Colombia. And that you knew I wouldn’t stop chasing after you unless you ended things this way.”

Javier was silent, slumped in his seat as he continued looking at you, taking in your beauty. The pink and orange hues were shining on your face, further accentuating your beauty that made Javier gasp. “I thought that if I hurt you, you’d be mad at me. You wouldn’t even try to find me, protecting you from this mess I've been caught in all these years.”

“But how did it feel?”

You frown, blinking rapidly to clear your vision, “how did it feel to fall asleep alone at night, with the weight of the world on your shoulders? I could’ve been there for you.”

He pulls your hands back to him, “baby, you don’t know what I’ve seen out there. Everyday, men lose their lives to this fight. I didn’t want you to be a widow just because I happen to make one wrong move during a mission.”

“That’s the problem Javi! You’re always putting everyone else first before yourself. I love you and nothing can change that fact! Always have and always will.”

You fish out your necklace from under your blouse, gently holding the ring that was dangling from the chain. There it was, the ring he proposed to you with. The silver band reflected the setting sun, the diamonds twinkling in its wake. “I kept it, after all these years.”

He didn’t know what to say, but what could he say? He never thought there was someone who could love him this much, especially now when his hands are stained - deep red, with the blood of those he’s killed.

As the gears in his head shifted, he missed the way you stood up and walked over to him, taking his face in both of your palms and pulling it against you. As your foreheads touched, you gently pressed your lips against his, feeling his soft lips against yours. He didn’t move, not for the first few seconds, until you were about to pull away.

He snaked his arm around your head, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you harder against him, kissing you with fiery passion. You could taste it- the saltiness of his tears that he had shed a few moments earlier, and you kissed him deeper.

You pulled away first, panting hard against his lips as you ran your fingers through his hair again. “I love you.”

His breath hitched, eyeing you with doubt and guilt. You kissed him again, and again, and again. “I love you Javier, and there’s nothing you can do to get rid of me this time.”

He pulls you into his lap, kissing the corner of your eyes and the top of your nose, holding you close to his chest. “God, how I missed holding you like this.”

You lean your head against his chest, not caring if the position looked weird to anyone else, because who the fuck cares about what people think when you’re finally back in your lover’s arms?

The quickened beating of his heart was like a soothing melody to you, and his arms wrapped around you like this was a sort of safe haven for you. He rocks you gently, kissing the crown of your head in a comforting manner. “I love you too, always have and always will.”

The silence that came after the hushed confession was comforting, knowing that everything will be alright again. Though the man who held you may not be the very same one you fell for all those years back, but he was the one you wanted to grow old with - despite every setback that may come in your way.

With a deep breath, Javier spoke again, “I resigned from the DEA. This morning actually. If you-”

He looked at you with a look of uncertainty, were you willing to go through this again with him?

“Yes. I want to”

Javier liked that you knew exactly what he was thinking of when he struggled with words to say. His eyes teared up once again as he hugs you tightly, head buried in the crook of your neck.

You gently rub his shoulders, whispering words of love and endearments to him, reminding him that you’ll go anywhere he goes.

“You’re selfless, Javi. There’s so many amazing qualities about you. And there’s so many more reasons why I’m still in love with you.”

You gently kiss his ear, feeling him smile as he laid his head on your shoulder. “Javier Peña, will you marry me?”

He now looks up at you, the wind gently blowing your hair as you smile so sweetly at him. You trace your thumb over his moustache and smile, “there’s a hundred ways to leave a lover, but I’m the only one that you need. You know that, right?”

Javier nods, kissing you again as he runs his hands over your arms gently, “yes, I will marry you, baby. You can ask me a million times and I’ll always say yes.”

You cup his face in your hands and laugh, planting little kisses across his face. “We’ll get through this together this time, okay?”

Javier smiles and lets out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding, “together, always.”

This time he was going to be there for you, and be the very person he knew you needed. This time he could finally be the man you deserved, the one that will shower you with love - till death do you part.

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TPN ch180

(spoilers! i'm so broken)

I didn't want to be right. I didn't want to actually believe that Emma was lying. If anything, I thought she was just lying about staying with her family when they crossed over to the human world, knowing she would be separated, but this.. oh my god. This girl knew ever since ch143 that she was going to lose her memories of her family and straight up lied to them about it. Granted, only a few days passed from when she returned from The 7 Walls up until they all crossed over to the human world, but still, I.. don't know how to feel. I knew since the prison break she had great acting skills so I'm impressed that she managed to pull off yet another wonderful performance, but wow.. I really hoped she wouldn't! To keep such an important and life changing secret from her family, who are all so important to her, I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her knowing this while dealing with the entire capital attack and GF plantation raid. Fighting so hard and succeeding in achieving a bright, happier future for everyone but herself.. ow, my heart.

Some people are fine with the memory loss, others aren't. If anything, at least she's the only one who forgot? I think it would've been worse if everyone else forgot about Emma instead, so having the promise only hurt her is fine.. well, it's not, clearly, but you get what I mean.

And if demon god wasn't on my nerves enough already, the little prat decides to basically photoshop every family member out of the photos Emma kept this entire time. I'm touched she still had the photos in her possession, but now this upsets me so much. Upon seeing the first set of raws and learning Emma lost her memories, I hoped that she could possibly remember them by looking back at these photos if she still had them. But no. Demon god doesn't want me to be happy or get my hopes up. It would've been such a cool idea though. We know Ray originally requested the camera because he needed to strobe for the taser, but he continued to take pictures, not only to keep up the act to prevent Isabella from getting suspicious, but to give said photos to Emma because he knew how important their family is to her. I would've loved it if something so important from the first couple arcs came back at the very end to help Emma regain her memories.

Not only that, but demon god also got rid of her id number? Like.. really? I don't know why that bothers me so much but it does. I know the id brands just proved that the kids were meant to be nothing but food. Of course I know that they're all so much more than that and I should be happy Emma lost hers, because it truly means she's free, but the number was a part of her you know? It would've been fine if every cattle child lost their identifier, but since it was only her it makes me think demon god wanted it to be that much harder for Emma to remember her past and family. That's what bothers me. That even now, after they all crossed over and don't have to deal with demons anymore, demon god still has the audacity ability to make Emma suffer. If she still had her number, I'm sure she would've questioned it, much like Ray did when he was younger (my mind thinks back to ch28, that one memory of him looking at his neck in a mirror). Maybe she would've realized that the people in her dreams also have the same neck numbers, if only faintly. (it must be so weird for Demizu to draw Emma now and not include her number after all this time)

That leads me to wonder if Emma has questioned the rest of her appearance yet. I would assume she's still missing her left ear, since her hair is still covering that side, so does she ever wonder about why it's missing? What about the scars on her body? We personally haven't seen them, but you can't tell me her back and abdomen looks perfect and clean after getting stabbed by Lewis. Yes I know, scars heal with time, but the scar on Lucas' face was still recognizable after 13 years. Same with Zack and his many unfading scars. So does Emma question where hers came from?

Moving on, a month passes and still no memories, however Musica's necklace seems to be the cause of Emma's vivid dreams, like it somehow brings life to her feelings. We see the necklace constantly, not only because Emma wears it, but on volume covers and other color pages as well. It's always been shown off as this important item and yet it hasn't really served a purpose yet. Emma recieved the necklace back in ch51 and the only thing its done so far was show her that one old vision at Cuvitidala in ch101. It'll be a real easy way to solve everything by having the necklace just conveniently bring back her memories, so I get why some people might not like the idea, but at this point I'd be fine with it.

Figures she would end up in the human world with someone who can sympathize with her pain. Old dude lost his family due to war but at least he can remember them. He asks if Emma would want to see her family, if they're alive, and she remains unsure and lost. She doesn't know who these dream people are to her, why they call out "Emma" or why it makes her feel better.

This panel.. this one right here is what breaks me. Our girl is so upset and she can't even understand why. We know why you're crying hun, it's because you miss your family. Your memories may have faded but your feelings for them still live on with you! I have no doubt that love you just as much too! My poor girl, someone send me her location so I can go and hug her!

Emma might have given up trying to remember who she was and live a new life, but if she did encounter her family again, I hope she would be excited to meet them as new people. Maybe they could all start over. Over time they could gently remind her of her past, and if Emma truly can't remember, I hope they'll accept her regardless.

And a name change? I'm.. mmm frustrated. Yeah it makes sense since she couldn't remember hers and would need a new one anyway, but aahh, really? No id identifier, no memories, no name; it's like she's a new character. I was never a fan of the amnesia trope, like she's such a great character and gets built up wonderfully, and now it's like you reset her to zero. Yeah I know, deep down she's still the happy go lucky girl we all know and love, who's strong and capable to still smile even now, but.. man, idk anymore. This whole chapter hurts me.

There's a dim light at the end of the tunnel because we get a glimpse of Ray, Gilda and.. at first I thought it was Don but that person is way too short, so Phil? Regardless, I gotta give them some credit. It may have been a couple months, (remember, old dude said he could't call for help until spring and there's flowers in the ground now) but they've already managed to find where she might be in this new, large world. Please, turn around though! She's so close to you guys, she's right there! Notice her antenna or something, I beg you!

Demon god said that even if Emma met her family, she wouldn't remember them, but I still have small hopes. Emma claim's she stopped having the dreams and given up trying to remember her past, but maybe that short amount of time believing in them was enough. Aside from the necklace which connected her feelings to her unconscious mind, the five sense can also recall memories. Perhaps if she heard her name now, outside of a dream, something in her mind will click. Maybe she would get that warm feeling again she once longed for. Sense of smell and taste are usually most effective in bringing back memories so maybe just being near them or having them cook for her could also help. I know the sense of touch usually works for when you personally touch something, but if it's possible to also recall memories by being touched, then please, for the love of god, let Ray pat Emma's head again! He's done it countless time over the years.. can you imagine if upon meeting and learning that she has no memories, Ray is just like "no worries, you're still the same Emma to us," and while he pats her head, she's like wait hold up, major deja vu, I feel like I felt something like that happened before. I'm probably only getting my hopes up real high with that idea (since old dude just patted her head and nothing) but bro.. I would honestly cry if something so simple and nostalgic as a head pat helps Emma remember her family even the tiniest bit.

And yes, I'm worried Norman isn't around. Please don't let me be right again by having him stay behind due to his health issues. Just let him be in another search group somewhere else okay? I'll accept that. It's odd he wouldn't be working alongside Ray but whatever, split your best minds up to create equally powerful teams, that's fine. It only worries me because now we might not get one last full-score trio hug like I originally hoped! I swear having a hug like that as the very last panel of the series would've been perfectly fine with me after everything that just happened. But now.. aahhh, we'll see.

I can't believe the series ends next week. There's still so much I want to see and know. I pray there's a happy ending for everyone. I want Emma with her family. I want her to remember them. I want one last full-score trio hug. Shirai, don't let us down! You played with my feelings so much within the past year, so please make all the stress and tears worth it! Give me an ending that will satisfy me so much that TPN replaces Black Lagoon as my favorite series! Go ahead, I dare you! Ya see that beautiful panel? Give that to us and not have it be a fantasy! (pretty please??)

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