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Just wantna drop for you as choices for our sins😎 : FuuKam with no.105 (😂)

I promised I'll write good boy Fuuma someday and this is that day. Set in X timeline, between vol2 and vol3. Since there's a question where Kamui lives in Tokyo before moving into Clamp campus, here he stayed with Monou siblings. Some angst and feels on the way (duh, it's X after all) along with sin :D

NSFW so under-cut. I go off the rails more and more each time so 7.2k long.

105 - "You're naked, aren't you?"

Hovering hand over bathroom door knob, Kamui was in two minds about his choices; or more precisely torn between heart and mind. He knew what he should do; get dressed properly, dismiss whole idea as fever dream, call it a day, go to bed and forget about whole ordeal. But he also knew what he wanted to do and it was anything but to retreat back into comfort zone of established dynamic. Understatement to say he was apprehensive; Kamui placed hand over chest to calm hammering heartbeat down. To no avail, it bumped like crazy.

He shouldn’t meddle with their relationship. With fate. But I want you. Nothing good would come out of it. Either would tragedy strike again and force them to separate. Or he’d get rejected, if attraction wasn’t as mutual as he assumed. Countless reasons against this impulsivity. Still I want to. No, this was wrong. Tomorrow was Fuuma’s and Kotori’s father funeral; very much like him they were orphaned now. All because he decided to return back to Tokyo. It was beyond wrong to try anything with Fuuma now; not with death and loss lurking around the corner. Not to mention Kotori was asleep in her room, they weren’t alone in house even if it seemed like it. But still I want to, so so much.

Beyond wrong, truly depraved. Nonetheless Kamui couldn’t forget the way Fuuma looked at him for past week, nor how intensity of stare burned through skin. How warm his touches felt, hugs lingering on a bit longer each time. Their relationship was solely platonic. But I want more. Should stay solely platonic. But -

Opening bathroom door Kamui put halt to all ruminations and stepped in halfway.

Immediately chilly breeze swept by; he couldn’t contain the shivers. Reasonable however, he just stepped out of shower and had nothing but towel on; April was far away from summer after all, especially at night. Another shiver ripped down spine; along with coldness rumination reappeared. No, this was terrible idea, he’d only ruin their friendship by asking for something like this. Maybe he should – no, he decided it’ll be now or never. He wanted to do this, this was only and possibly last chance and that was all that mattered.

Gathering resolve Kamui dashed down strains; then turned left and silently paced towards kitchen. There he paused and observed the surroundings; tried to focus on something tangible, on senses rather than racing mind and heart. Another shudder washed by, yet strangely followed by wave of heat. He was sweating he realized; fear doing it’s thing. Pushing pass conflicting heart and mind, Kamui crossed kitchen’s threshold; held his breath and hoped for the best; for grating himself this little wish. Please let me have something for myself. Let me have an experience that doesn’t hurt.

Fuuma’s back was turned towards him; judging by body posture he was doing something on kitchen counter, probably making tea. Blessing in disguise, Kamui felt like he could breathe; like he snatched extra few seconds of emotional preparation. Kamui took a step forwards; tiles under bare feet felt cold; he pushed past discomfort. As distance between them closed, yearning intensified. It was ever-present of course, but didn’t always occupy every conscious thought, every corner of mind and heart. Now however, Kamui couldn’t think of anything but how much he craved for Fuuma’s presence. They needn't do anything, could spend night together in literal sense of word; even if Kamui itched for more than mere warm hugs and tender caresses. They’ve been separated for six years. In a spam of a second Kamui felt grief and desperation worth of every single minute of that time.

Deciding not to waste a second more he closed all distance between them. Kamui paced right behind Fuuma, made sure steps were light enough to not cause any sound. He wrapped arms around Fuuma’s chest and rested cheek over upper back. Please.

Silence followed. No way Fuuma didn’t notice his state of almost nakedness, not with their bodies being pressed so close. He didn’t say anything however; peculiar for Fuuma to not engage in conversation with him or not touch back, but there wasn’t anything regular about this situation. Given how he stropped whatever he was doing with teacups, safe to assume he was stupefied, right? Or so Kamui hopped, as anything but would result in breaking of relationship they had. Nothing short of disaster.

“Fuuma…”

Same instant Kamui felt Fuuma tense; muscles under hands and cheek clenched, breath speeding up along with heartbeat. So he wasn’t only one affected, realization pleased him. Also encouraged for chances of Fuuma saying attraction was one-sided were getting slimmer and slimmer by every passing second of this tension loaded silence. Each second Fuuma opted for passivity, for letting him cling to his back barely dressed. No way he was that naive, he had to intuitively know what this desperation meant. What if Fuuma was simply brainstorming about a civil manner to turn him down without ruining their bond? Won’t be too far-fetched to assume so as Fuuma was never anything but considerate with him. Did he think advance this obvious night before funeral was too depraved? In all candidness it was, noone could blame Fuuma for turning him down based on that fact alone. Or maybe -

“Kamui”, Fuuma whispered his name, finally shattering the silence. Hoarseness of his voice, it filled Kamui with hope.

Hold over Fuuma’s school uniform tautened; Kamui entangled fingers through jacket, tried to intake presence of this one person special to him. It was so late at night, yet with all preparations both for funeral and general house maintenance stuff given Kotori was in neither emotional nor physical shape to do vast majority of stuff needed, only logical Fuuma was left with little to no time for himself; not even to change into regular clothing, not to even relax for a second. And here I am, thinking about indecent stuff while you’re rushed off your feet. Still, with so much going on, calamities waiting around the corner, waiting for their chance to pounce and snatch last bit of normalcy he had left, Kamui felt like wishing for experiencing something considered ‘normal’ was only byproduct of being on moments like this; all occurring during eleventh hour. He craved for Fuuma’s presence, for intimacy. So much that it hurt.

Fuuma inhaled accidentally; Kamui felt his ribcage moving under fingertips.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be”, Fuuma added after brief pause.

“This?”, Kamui hushed into material of his school jacket. Intuitively he knew what Fuuma meant, but still wished to hear admission pass Fuuma’s lips rather than to be wandering in the dark whether his hunches were really correct; or simply projections of own desires.

“Resisting you”

You never need to. I’d never refuse you. Kamui nuzzled closer, until no space was left between their bodies. Briefly Kamui recalled first time few days ago when he got moments of peace; ache-free time for himself, to reflect on events from his mother’s death until now. All tragedies, all byproduct of his incompetence to prevent them for happening; despite all the powers he was bestowed with, he was powerless in a way that truly mattered.

Nevertheless, Kamui could recall initial shock upon seeing Fuuma for the first time just as vividly. Last time they’ve seen each other before reuniting Fuuma was what? Ten or eleven? Barely hit the puberty. Little to say he was surprised with Fuuma’s looks when they reunited week ago; pleasantly surprised. The attractive physique, somewhat lean built, broad shoulders and prominent height difference – they allured, Kamui couldn’t deny the instant attraction he felt. Before he was drawn towards Fuuma too, but it was solely emotional connection; had ring of innocence attached to it. Now however, this magnetic attraction, only spiced up by emotional bond, raw and primal nature of its intensity, amorphous desires and forbidden thoughts – it couldn’t be anything but physical attraction at its most carnal form. Still, those feelings, those cravings, ones Kamui had issues putting label on, he wondered if Fuuma felt fraction of them too. Would it be too selfish of me to hope you’re at inner comfit as well?

Memories of calamities surged; Kamui felt himself frown. In that moment he was glad Fuuma wasn’t facing his as he’d doubtlessly pick up on mood shift; bitter pill to swallow but Kamui was aware he was far from mastering poker face. No, he shouldn’t be dragging Monou family into his mess, enough damage was already done. He absolutely shouldn’t let Fuuma in on Fate of Earth matters and what has happened during time they spent apart. It’d be a recipe for disaster, only asking for more troubles. Fuuma must be suspecting something; he was no fool, he had to have sensed there were additional layers to the story, more to it than it meets the eye.

Nonetheless last few days were spent in status quo; neither push nor pull. Kamui was on pins and needles that not only more calamities would occur, but that Fuuma would press the issue and demand the bare truth; Kotori was too fragile for that, even if she sensed something was amiss she wouldn’t have mental strength to press the issue. Fuuma however, he could and would when right chance presented itself; especially if Fuuma witnessed him in despair, he’d demand to see roots of those agonies. If he asked, Kamui doubted how long he’d be able to hold back and not spill heart out; from beginning to end, reveal every tiny detail. But no, he couldn’t do that, mustn't do that for sake of this last chunks of normality they scraped for themselves. But still, despite all cons and potential upheavals, Kamui decided he would stay and risk it all.

No, I won’t fight what I feel anymore. Not the want to stay here and protect two of you. Not the way I desire you. He might be asking for only more trouble this way, perhaps this was intro to yet another tragedy. But where else could he go? What else was left in store for him other than to follow wishes of his heart? Even small, hedonistic ones that had no real value other than to obtain momentary pleasure and feel intimacy of closeness – was it wrong of him to wish for something so human?

Gathering resolve Kamui inhaled and forced himself to explain the depth of desperation - “I’m not sure what tomorrow caries with so much happening around us. I want something tangible to ground myself on.”

Fuuma kept silent but Kamui had no doubts he was affected; not with the way his breathing pattern unregulated and muscles rigidified. Wave of coldness washed by; Kamui shivered involuntarily. In response he discerned Fuuma inhale raggedly.

“Who knows what might happen, I can’t say for certain nothing bad would happen to me”, Kamui explained in wavering tone. This was least and most he could say without scratching pass the surface; circumstances had to stay vague, for all their sakes.

No, some other time he’d focus on endless spiral of those ruminations; any other time. Now, Kamui knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do in order to make his minor wish reality. Please let me have just this, nothing more do I ask for.

“So just in case we’re separated… I want to feel it… with you”, he added and pressed body against Fuuma’s.

Fuuma tensed further, but didn’t try to push him away. That lack of rejection – it encouraged. Way too much. Really, Fuuma rarely opted for freeze response, passivity simply wasn’t card in his deck. Enough time has passed for him to react, meaning Fuuma probably craved this too; consciously or not. Kamui felt bold enough to pursue his indecent desires. Reaching down he pushed towel down hips.

Second passed in silence; then another. On third towel hit the floor.

“I want you”, Kamui confessed once more, this time unequivocally. No space left for ambiguity, no space for doubt.

Fuuma audibly swallowed. No way he didn’t hear something falling down to floor; combined with how close their bodies were, he indisputably put pieces of puzzle together. As well as implication for there was no other explanation for Kamui’s action other than invitation for sex; no way Fuuma was that dense. Kamui hoped he won’t get pushed away, that he won’t get comfort like a little child not knowing what he’s asking for; he knew very well what dwelt inside his heart, Kamui was in no denial about own physical reaction to Fuuma. No other person, no other men or women – just him and him only. It must be with you, there is no other. There won’t be any other. Yes, part of him was still scared, still dreadful about the outcome; both act itself as he had no sexual experiences and aftermath as to what fate held for them.

Kamui twisted head to side and glanced forwards. Fuuma remained wordless, motionless; however his hold over kitchen counter, it was so taut knuckles went white.

Silence stretched on. Kamui neither pulled away nor pushed the issue; simply let Fuuma decide for himself. Additional few moments ticked by, until Fuuma broke the tension.

“You’re naked, aren’t you?”

Soft hush, barely detectable to ears. Almost like he was in disbelief this was really happening. Did….Fuuma fantasize about this before? Or was it just shock? Would it be too wishful of Kamui to hope he was desired back with equal repression and fervor?

Kamui stepped close and brought legs and groin directly against Fuuma’s body; he had to have felt the answer to that question. Low groan confirmed Kamui’s hunch. Fuuma lowered head and groaned once more; sound so untypical of him it sent shiver down Kamui’s spine. He liked this, the way he could affect Fuuma so effortlessly; without even a look.

Suddenly Fuuma turned around. Finally, Kamui’s mind supplied hopefully; something will change, tense status quo would be shattered. Fuuma gripped him; sadly over shoulders, nowhere lower. That forced Kamui to glance up; their eyes finally met.

Conflict was more than palpable on Fuuma’s face. On one hand quivering lips, uncertainty in eyes and slightly colored cheeks spoke volumes – yes, he was desired back. On other, Fuuma seemed to be staggering; Kamui hoped that uncertainty was born out of place of repression, not rejection in making. Amber eyes were hyperfocused on his face, stare to fixated to point where it felt unnatural; forced even. Ah, Fuuma was trying too hard not to look at his body, no other reasonable explanation. Warmth spread through chest at realization; endearing but unnecessary abashment. Despite own bashfulness and insecurity, Kamui wanted him to look.

“Kamui you’re just confused”, Fuuma began, uttered while gazing into his eyes. Kamui felt himself frown instantly, he liked none of this, not one bit.

True that impulse emerged a literal day ago but Kamui was no less certain about this – he wanted Fuuma, in most primal manner. Now why Fuuma didn’t believe him, whether it was part of unneeded consideration in name of consent or something else entirely, Kamui had no clue. But what he did have clue of was how his chest tightened at that implicit rejection; one thing would be if Fuuma told him he didn’t want to sleep with him, that’d be a direct rejection he wouldn’t have points to complain on. This ‘it’s for your sake just you’re at inner disarray now and can’t see it’, it stung way more.

“That’s why you’re rushing into things. No way you - “

Kamui raised on tiptoes, encircled arms around Fuuma’s neck and silenced the excuses.

Instinctively Kamui closed eyes; strange how body acted on its own, even with something that’s being experienced for the first time. No visual proof was needed however for him to know Fuuma was stunned. Startled yelp passed lips, it was muffled into the kiss. Kamui moved his frenziedly, pushed all devotion, desire, inexperience and anxieties into one single contact; noone needed to tell him it was a clumsy kiss, he was painfully aware of that himself. No matter, no matter, he still pushed and squeezed closer. Kamui tugged at strands of Fuuma’s hair, coaxed him into leaning down; he obeyed in a heartbeat.

Second later Kamui felt arms wrap around frame; only in Fuuma’s embrace did he realize previous absence of warmth. Finally Fuuma’s lips moved too; he reciprocated the contact and for a second kissed back with equal ardency. Movement matched his, Kamui couldn’t help wondering if physical closeness was as novel to Fuuma as it was to him. Was he Fuuma’s first kiss? Will he be his first time? Kamui didn’t know, couldn’t know without asking. Not now, there would be time later on, in case Fuuma accepted the advances and took him upstairs.

In Kamui’s mind kiss lasted for a second; in reality it was probably longer. Fuuma broke the contact. He appeared flushed, short on breath. Kamui doubted his own face was any less red. Fuuma was still wavering, it was evident in yearning but inhibited expression; as well as fact Fuuma’s arms adamantly stayed around his shoulders. But Kamui was certain – he was desired back. Natures of their yearnings were the same. Please. Grant us this one wish. Even if it, perhaps, won’t mean much to you, in this moment it’ll mean everything to me.

Fuuma opened mouth as to speak. No doubt it’ll be second round of persuasion in name of over-exaggerated consideration. Kamui beat him up to it.

“Do you want me Fuuma? Do you want me like that?”, he asked assuredly, stared right into Fuuma’s eyes.

Per expected, he was taken aback but directness of the question. Under any other circumstances Kamui would feel bad about forcing answers out of Fuuma and pushing him into uncomfortable situation, but there was no tiptoeing around topic of attraction now; it had to be addressed. Perhaps it was pent up frustration that urged Kamui to act on it since otherwise he’d be too hesitant and insecure to instigate. Not only was frustration born out of anguish and inhuman amount of stress, but also because he was so close to source of forbidden desires. To hell, Fuuma even convinced him to sleep in his bed during stay here, while he took a futon beside wester-style bed. They shared the room for whole week, no wonder he was so pent-up.

Fuuma sighed and looked to side, almost as if guilty; arms stayed encircled around his frame, to Kamui that holding gesture spoke enough of where Fuuma’s thoughts were at the moment. But Fuuma never needed to hold back; if it were out of fear of potential rejection or reluctance to meddle with nature of their bond then there was no need for Fuuma to pounder on that anymore; Kamui closed that gap when he admitted attraction first. No need for confession of devotion however, they both knew affections and emotional connections were mutual long ago. Was reluctance because of his father’s death week ago? Funeral tomorrow morning as well. If so then Fuuma would have explained need to postpone things long ago. Was this about Kotori then? If so Kamui could remotely understand Fuuma’s worry, especially if he took that as a betrayal to her. For that they had no other solution than to hide it for time being, leastwise till Fate of Earth business got settled. After they’ll think of something, but for now Kamui didn’t want to focus on anything but Fuuma’s presence.

Kamui lowered hands from Fuuma’s neck to shoulders; tried to offer space. After few more heartbeats Fuuma gazed down at him and finally began.

“When I saw you a week ago, for the first time after six years”, Fuuma murmured under breath.

One arm stayed around shoulders, other hand cupped his cheek. Kamui nuzzled into touch. Warmth spread through whole body, butterflies fighting for freedom within chest. Not to mention electricity spreading through system. Crazy what intimacy with special person could do; if simple chaste touch (although there was hardly anything chaste about him, naked in kitchen trying to persuade Fuuma into taking his virginity) felt this magnetic, then Kamui couldn’t imagine how more explicit stuff would feel.

Fuuma’s gaze remained on his. Hand combed through messy bangs; looks like hair mostly dried from shower. Fuuma continued - “Ever since then all I could think about was you”

Ah, that admission, no amount of fantasizing could prepare Kamui from intensity of devotion and raw attraction. Warmth intensified, level of desire flared up now that he was certain their cravings were one the same. So did I. In every possible manner. It did come as comforting Fuuma thought about him as frequently as Kamui thought about him. Irrefutably most of those were unfortunately very grounded worries, countless what-if’s and apprehension as to what is to pass. But still, part of thoughts was focused on more teenager things, more human things.

Accented exhale. Fuuma withdrew and leaned back into kitchen counter. Disappointing yes, but Kamui decided to not press the issue; simply waited for what he had to say.

“I craved for you before, but since then yearning became harder and harder to repress. No matter how much I try to ignore it, to convince myself I shouldn’t feel that way, I can’t deny what I feel for you”

While Fuuma appeared reluctant to disclose what laid in his heart, part of him appeared at ease with himself for finally letting it out. Oddly Kamui could relate. But he knew what he needed to do right now. Kamui raised on tiptoes again; looks like despite height and body size difference being alluring, there were some disadvantages. Fortunately Fuuma got the hint as he leaned down, allowing Kamui to cup his cheek.

“Then why is it hard to believe I want you too?, Kamui whispered slowly, made sure Fuuma intook those words and their meanings.

Hand cupped over his; Fuuma’s hold felt warm; it comforted, filled with hope in moments Kamui needed it the most. I want you. So much. Discarding all inhibitions, Kamui grabbed Fuuma’s hand and placed over own chest; Fuuma appeared surprised but didn’t protest, far from it. Gradually he pushed Fuuma’s hand down sternum, all the way down to navel; as touch traveled, so did Fuuma’s gaze. He finally looked, Kamui concluded with overwhelming sense of gratification; no need to worry about appearance, he knew for the fact now that Fuuma found him attractive.

Hand eased lower and lower. In the end Kamui positioned Fuuma’s hand over his groin; only then did he realize he was already partially hard. Perhaps it was anticipation combined with desperation, apprehension and hormones that did it to him seeing as warmth he previously felt couldn’t be attributed to anything other than arousal. Fuuma audibly swallowed; pupils dilated and breath hitched up in throat. Kamui gazed up at Fuuma, tried his best to show yearning and intensity of desperation.

“Touch me… here”, he hushed and maneuvered Fuuma’s palm over his erection.

Whether it was voluntarily response or not, Kamui couldn’t tell; but Fuuma wrapped first around tip and gently squeezed him; tested the waters in a way. Ah, the pleasure clashing with long denied desire; Kamui snapped eyes shut and moaned. In return he heard Fuuma gasp and murmur something incoherent under breath; perhaps it was appreciation, who knows?

Kamui entangled fingers in Fuuma’s school uniform; pulled at material to bring him closer. Fuuma groaned and lowered hand from shoulders to small of back. Finally, give in to own desires. Want me too, please. Little by little Fuuma gained courage to stroke him for real; embarrassing how fast he became fully hard but there was little point in bashfulness now. Kamui moaned and grinded into touch, tried to impose as much pleasure upon himself as possible. He gradually opened eyes and – ah the way Fuuma was looking at him, it scorched through skin. Kamui craved more; it wasn’t a question anymore whether he’ll get it, but when and how will both their needs be met.

Fuuma leaned in; just as he was expecting a kiss, Fuuma halted few inches above his face. Movement of his fist gradually slowed down as well. Really, what were they waiting for? Literal end of World? If he didn’t indicate he was up to whatever Fuuma wanted to do with him until know, then nothing would convince him. Understatement to say he was getting beyond desperate.

“Can I?”, warm breath hovered over lips, Kamui more felt than heard him ask that pointless question. Still, even if frustrated, Kamui oddly appreciated that overtop consideration; he felt cherished, felt special as Fuuma was so careful with him. So treasured.

He closed eyes and nodded frantically. Next thing Kamui knew, he was scooped up and kissed.

Ah, one thing was clear instantly: they should have done this sooner. Being in Fuuma’s embrace, kissing and touching, being intimate – it felt so natural, almost like a vital necessity rather than libidinous desire. Movement of Fuuma’s fist gained speed and confidence; tender rubs over tip, followed by brisker stroked down shaft, then swiftly back to tip. It feel so overwhelming to finally obtain some friction, Kamui couldn’t contain those grunts and moans. Most of lustful sounds leaving lips were muffled into the kiss Kamui realized; good, since being too loud wasn’t viable option when they weren’t alone in the house; he’d have engrave in his soul for later when he’d be truly losing mind with carnal pleasure.

Tilting head, Kamui wrapped arms around Fuuma’s neck and deepened the contact. Guttural groan passed Fuuma’s lips; it went straight to Kamui’s groin, he felt his cock twitch in Fuuma’s hand. So good, Kamui craved for more. Intensifying the passion he kissed back more ardently, movement of lips rushed and frenzied. Instead of taking control and dictating the rhythm, Fuuma tried to mimic that passion; moved lips and tongue in same fashion Kamui did. Then it bolted down to him: this was uncharted territory for Fuuma too. That realization, it delighted more than it should; Kamui let out a groan and tried to pull even closer; closer than humanly possible.

Eventually need for air forced them apart. Panting started instantly. Kamui lowered hands to Fuuma’s shoulders and tried to regain breath. Not that Fuuma was doing any better, far from it; his face was equally flushed, lips just as parted and breathing just as ragged. Neither of them had experience with breathing properly during kissing, no wonder their first make-out season was brief one. Kamui felt saliva still stretching between their lips; he blushed even further at sight. His heart was bumping so fast he thought it might burst out of chest; everything was so intense.

Stroked halted; both hands rested on his hipbones. Their faces were mere inches part, Kamui could feel breath hovering over lips. Desperation flared up, only influenced further by bottled up anxieties and suppressed desire. He itched for more, to feel Fuuma’s touch upon him, inside of him; to feel the intimacy, closeness of both bodies and hearts. Please, please don’t stop.

“Fuuma…”, he murmured in husky tone.

In that moment tension snapped. Next thing Kamui knew, he was swirled around and pushed on kitchen counter.

Heart skipped a beat; startled yelp left lips but was instantly muffled by rough kiss. Fuuma seized him under thighs and raised up on counter; such strength and force, it was unlike Fuuma. Still, change was more than desired now; passion and fervency were more suitable than slowness and tenderness. He was bitten over lower lip, brought even closer to Fuuma’s body; grip over hipbones tightened, almost to point of hurting. Fuuma licked his lips, wordlessly seeking entrance; such drastic shift, Kamui had no clue what to think about it, what to make out of it. Devoid of any consciousness, Kamui parted lips and allowed Fuuma to push tongue over his. Oh gosh, how amazing it felt, to be kissed so frenziedly, so ardently; perhaps Fuuma was just following instinct, but it appeared like something animalistic took over him, something -

Low growl snapped Kamui out of thoughts; in next moment his head hit the kitchen counter. Second after Fuuma was on him.

Both wrist were pinned above head; even if he wanted to, Kamui knew he couldn’t break free. Given the body type difference, Fuuma easily overpowered him; still, not to say he didn’t yield out of own volition. Back arched from counter, Kamui could only moan and respond to brutal kiss; no, this one was way different than previous tender and insecure kisses; it still spoke of amateurishness, as far as Kamui could tell, but it had ring of confidence attached to it; domination and primal need. No, this wasn’t Fuuma he knew. What Kamui was witnessing right now was complete other side of him. Something far darker, far more bestial; far more complex and human. Almost like last layer of inhibitions shattered in moment Kamui moaned his name before, like something more primal and repressed overtook him. Knowledge of darker’s side existence should petrify; instead Kamui was strangely aroused by this forcefulness.

Tongue slid over his; then underneath. Kamui could only writhe and moan, submit into brutal contact. He wrapped legs around Fuuma’s waist and brought him closer; simultaneously rubbed erection over Fuuma’s clothed one; he felt as equally hot and hard. Realization that Fuuma was turned-on as well only made Kamui harden more; he rapidly grinded back, tried to obtain as much pleasure as possible. Fuuma nibbled on lower lip, rolled it between teeth; whether he knew what he was doing or merely following instinct, Kamui didn’t know. But what he did know with absolute certainty, was how mind-blowing every second of this stolen moment felt. And this was merely foreplay, if Fuuma was this unrestrained and passionate with him during sex, then Kamui would regret not asking for this before. Make me forget, make me not think about past or future.

Once more need for oxygen forced them to break the kiss; instead of retreating Fuuma placed bites and kisses over jaw. Grip over wrists didn’t waver for a heartbeat. Wave of heat swept by, little to say he was enticed by this drastic change in Fuuma; almost like beast got unleashed, like Kamui was catching glimpse of what Fuuma truly meant by need to suppress his cravings. However there was no need for that, even if part of him that was frightened by unknown and lost control still lingered, Kamui wanted this rougher side of intimacy as well.

Kisses slid lower to neck. Fuuma flickered tongue over skin there; Kamui’s eyes flew open same instant, moan died on lips. All he could focus on was the ecstasy, the lust flowing trough veins. Fuuma repeated the action; licked his neck then closed lips over one peculiar spot and sucked. Kamui felt precome forming on slit, his cock pulsed rapidly; never before was he this turned on, this yearning.

In one second Fuuma raised head up; their eyes met. There was nothing chaste and gentle in amber eyes, nothing but raw lust and insatiable hunger; stare so fixated it was closer to hunter’s one than devoted lover’s. Of course, Kamui noticed it minutes prior but being met with solid evidence conclusion was unavoidable – no, this wasn’t Fuuma he knew. Ardency and animalism of that stare, it scorched through skin; Kamui had to close eyes to blinding intensity of carnal cravings. Perhaps this was suppressed side of Fuuma, one that didn’t suit his good and considerate surface, one that was born in Kamui’s absence. Maybe even -

Fuuma leaned down and bit him on neck; mercilessly. There was no withholding that scream.

Second later warmth vanished. It took Kamui additional few more to conclude Fuuma withdrew and stood up. He opened eyes and was met with remorseful and anxious expression; with Fuuma’s expression, side of him Kamui was familiar with.

“I’m so sorry Kamui, are you alright?”, Fuuma rushed out, worry in tone more than evident.

Kamui sat up, hoped counter could support his weight (not like he weighted much to begin with but better to be safe than sorry); Fuuma wanted to grab him again, he could tell by conflicted expression and eyes roaming over exposed body. No need for inhibitions, Kamui wanted him to continue, bring things to natural conclusion. His cock still twitched rapidly, desire was kept at bay for time being; frustration swept by, but he had no other than to endure it.

In the end hands ended up placed over shoulders. Slowly touch traced down to elbows and wrists where Fuuma lifted his arms up and inspected the damage; miracle no red rings were left, otherwise Kamui had no qualms Fuuma would end this night right here and there. Part of him was still hazy, still confused about whole situation; especially drastic shift in Fuuma’s behavior. Those beastly cravings, are you aware of their existence or as thrown of loop as I am? Is that real you, the fraction of your desires you deemed unacceptable and tried to repress?

Kamui let few seconds pass in tense silence. No indications of door creak, no footsteps; looks like his scream didn’t wake Kotori up, thankfully. With a heavy sigh Kamui forced himself to speak.

“Yes…”, he hushed dazedly, mind still locked within utter bliss clashing with frustration of current lack of same. He was still hard, still craving; Fuuma was too, there was no negating that, not with tent so obvious on slacks’ front.

Stepping away from counter Fuuma tried to regulate his breathing; he combed hand through bangs and once more tried to focus gaze on his face; tried to ignore his naked body and state of affectedness. Irrefutably he was thrown off loop by brief lost control as well; likely it was unacceptable to Fuuma that he treated him with anything other than patience and gentleness for a moment. Part of him was apprehensive, psyche nudged there was more beyond the surfac. Still, little to say Kamui craved just that roughness and loosen inhibitions; he wanted to see Fuuma want him to the point of where he could no longer hold back what evidently existed within him. He wanted to feel wanted.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. We should stop now”, Fuuma explained despondently. He was torn about what has just happened, that was clear to Kamui. If suppressed desires overtook during petting season, there was no way Fuuma would be able to keep allegorical animal in cage when he was inside.

At mere imagination Kamui felt his erection twitch; he was aroused to point of aching. Yearning flared up, desire both physical and emotional; fear of what future carried only urged on. I want you, all of you. Including all skeletons in the closet.

“No, I want more”, Kamui breathed out.

Resting palm over inner thigh he spread legs to make a point. Where this amount of libertinage came from, Kamui had no clue; but he knew what he wanted and didn’t care about small amount of dignity he had to pay for it. Finger traced over testicles; shiver bolted down spine, whether it was due to pleasure or fearfulness, Kamui couldn’t pinpoint.

“I want to feel you inside”, he added huskily as finger slid down to entrance. Kamui didn’t try to push it inside, merely held it in place to indicate what he meant; judging by Fuuma’s ‘less than picture-perfect’ side that he caught glimpse of, Kamui had no doubts he’d have caught the hint anyway.

Fuuma forced himself to look away and groaned. Under any other circumstance Kamui would have called reaction cute for peculiarity. Closing eyes and puffing out, Fuuma raked fingers through now messy bangs and restlessly paced around kitchen. Good thing little seduction technique worked otherwise situation would be beyond awkward given lewdness of cozening up to Fuuma naked palled in comparison to spreading legs for him. For first time in whole life Kamui was grateful for winning genetic lottery.

“We can’t go all the way Kamui”, Fuuma explained after few frenzied spins around kitchen. “We don’t have all necessities”

Ah, good thing he thought this one out. Kamui didn’t have any knowledge about how it was done between two guys other than basic one; lube was needed and he should prepare himself with fingers a bit before they could get to main thing. Irrefutably Fuuma knew that as well as he mentioned necessities. Briefly Kamui wondered where Fuuma educated himself on those matter and more significantly, why and when? Would it be too vain to assume Fuuma fantasized about sleeping with him before? Was that how darker side of him was created, or it always lingered somewhere deep down just waiting for a chance to pounce?

“I brought lube this morning. It’s in your room”, Kamui admitted without looking at Fuuma’s face; without shadow of doubt he was blushing. He hid it in own backpack, somewhere he knew noone would look. Blush intensified at recollection of seeking place where he could hide it; really, so perverted of him. Ridiculous how he could spread himself without abashment at one moment but couldn’t confess to planing sex beforehand at another.

“You planned this?”, Fuuma asked as he stepped closer. By tone alone Kamui could tell he wasn’t expecting that.

Kamui stole a glance at him; eyes widened, face still flushed and disheveled appearance, there was no negating the enticement evident in expression. To hell with this unneeded chit-chat, Kamui felt like he’d lose his mind if his need was postponed any longer. He wanted Fuuma and Fuuma wanted him in return. What more was needed? I don’t want reminders of past and future, of what I should have done different and what I should dread. Something tangible and ache-free, something that would ground me for time being and make me feel human, please give me that.

Spreading arms Kamui hoped Fuuma would not only take a hint but also act upon it. Thankfully he did immediately; paced to kitchen counter and stood between his legs. Kamui encircled arms around Fuuma’s waist, welcomed him in. Howbeit Fuuma was still reluctant; instead of touching he rested palms over edge of counter, on both sides of Kamui’s hips. Still, he was barricaded this way so that counted for something. Fuuma’s presence felt comforting, very much needed. Kamui wished to grind against him but held back for time being; simply for his own arousal to subdue a fraction. Better to not risk adding more friction now and possibly climaxing prematurely. Instead of nuzzling against him, Kamui glanced up and met Fuuma’s eyes.

The prurience was clear in them just as conflict was. If Fuuma was at inner disarray, still weighting scales of pros and cons of giving in to desires deemed inadequate, then Kamui had to be unwavering and self-assured. For those reasons he pushed past last bit of bashfulness.

“I wanted to before but didn’t have confidence in me to act upon that desire”, Kamui confessed in firm tone while staring right up at Fuuma. His pupils dilated but he kept silent.

Instead of saying anything Fuuma cupped his cheek, wordlessly encouraged to push further. Momentary Kamui nuzzled into caress but tenderness and mushiness won't grant him what he shamelessly itched for at the current. Resting palm over Fuuma’s, Kamui gradually eased it lower; placed over chest just so Fuuma could feel how fast his heart was beating; how despite being scared for various reasons he still craved this. Please.

“Guess desperation urged me to overcome all anxieties”

Fuuma appeared affected at his words and physical closeness. Breathing pattern changed again, heat radiated from his body; he groaned lowly, sound so appealing it went straight to Kamui’s groin. It urged on, he saw no reason to continue this on-and-off prelude any longer.

Wrapping legs around Fuuma’s waist Kamui drew him in; without wasting a second he thrust their crotches together. Ah the utter bliss, the ecstasy flowing through veins, it was intoxicating. Kamui snapped eyes shut, threw head back and moaned. Repeated action again and again. Fuuma grunted too, also grinded back. Boded well for convincing to take it to the bedroom; really, how he managed to hold back so much, even after losing it fleetingly, Kamui had no clue. If things were Kamui’s way, they’d be on round two by now.

To hell with it, at this rate sun will rise before they got anywhere. Without any deliberation Kamui lowered hand to closure of Fuuma’s pants; he felt hot and heavy under palm, Kamui couldn’t help fantasizing how he looked like; he’ll get it soon, Kamui felt his erection pulse at anticipation. Tender cupping snapped Fuuma out of lustful daze.

“Wait!”, Fuuma yelped and snatched hand unfastening pants with both of his.

What are they waiting for? For World to end and another one to start? Patience was wearing thinner second by second; still Kamui waited to see what Fuuma’s protest was about, maybe it wasn’t call for halt or another postponing.

“I’m not sure how much I can hold back”, he added after second, voice slightly hoarse.

Don’t hold back. Make me feel wanted. Still, implication too ambiguous, Kamui couldn’t tell if Fuuma meant physically prevent himself from cumming too soon or something else entirely; something far more brutal and bestially. Perhaps Fuuma wasn’t sure himself, maybe he meant both.

Few seconds ticked by in silence. Fuuma held him around waist but didn’t try to touch anywhere imitate; the ardency of craving in his stare however, Kamui could feel that intensity; scorching through skin, prying into very soul. Affection was just as palpable, perhaps it was just that part of devotion and humanity that kept Fuuma back from pursing suppressed primal longings. After all, this thing between them, it was far from just sexual attraction. Whatever stretched between them, however this type od bond ought to be labeled – it was strong. If fate was kind, they won’t ever be apart.

Kamui broke the silence.

“Will you take me to the bedroom?” - he whispered barely audibly, all while pouring all longings and frustrations into one desperate look up to Fuuma.

Per expected, he was still staggering; Fuuma bit lower lip, then sighed. This time Kamui was having none of that.

Entangling fingers through Fuuma’s jacket, Kamui pushed him step backwards; then got off the counter. In a heartbeat Fuuma embraced him; then placed peck on lips. Kamui melted into touch but was painfully aware Fuuma was still prolonging things; buying himself time to make up his mind, remain in status quo of level of intimacy he could allow himself to feel. Kamui wasn’t satisfied with this, and neither was Fuuma. They both knew they longed for more, mutually; for something they shouldn’t do but felt oh so right to do.

Kamui broke the embrace; he gazed up at Fuuma once more, for nth wordlessly trying to portray levels of desperation and desire. Please.

Fuuma gripped his hand and lead towards stairs.

#next day Sorata ran into Kamui on funeral and knew instantly why Kamui was limping #thanks for prompt!#fics #fuukam #x/1999 #fuuma monou #kamui shirou #i've been saying how real tragedy in X is how Kamui never got laid so I fixed that :D

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explxsiveoutcxst · 3 years

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((cool that only took me a few heckin DAYS to get around to doing. sleep time now))

#Out of explosions {ooc}#News flash. {update}#i know i know my mental health was shit lately #but i still feel bad for being so late with thread stuff #you people like my writing apparently!! how dare i make you wait!!!!#how selfish to take time to myself #and by that i mean sleep a lot #and be unable to bring myself to write #ahaha.......sad #o well #time to make my mood get worse while lying in bed #and then eventually fall asleep #after the bad thoughts consume my mind again #that sounds oddly poetic tho it's not i'm just depressed #a short burst of happiness til it all comes crashing down again #wish it would last longer before the waves swept me back under #to drown in my negative feelings again #ok that really sounds like a poem. it's not i swear #ugh whatever i jus. ok goodnight

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scarlvtbitch · 3 years

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Rusty

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: it’s bucky and reader’s first time but its also buckys first time in 90 years, he feels a little bit insecure about it

warning: smut (unprotected sex, metal arm kink kinda)

Y/N and Bucky were dating for a month now. After years of miscommunication and pining after one another, they were finally together. The team was really relieved because they didn’t have to suffer through their doey eyes and sexual tension. But there was sexual tension, alright.

After a month of dating they haven’t been intimate that way. They’ve kissed and cuddled but nothing more than that. Y/N wanted nothing more than to be taken by Bucky. She wanted her body to be only his. He never tried though. That was the frustrating part for her. Whenever they would be making out he was always the first one to pull away. Something would always come up before they could go any further.

This just made Y/N insecure. The first reason that popped in her brain was that he didn’t like her enough to sleep with her. One day, she was with Wanda on the couch. It had been a long time since she’d seen her and she really needed her best friend in moments like this. She couldn’t keep it in her chest any longer.

“Bucky doesn’t want to sleep with me.” She blurted out, making Wanda almost choke on her drink.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No.” She groaned and hid her face in her palms. “Every time things get...heated, he always pulls away. Am I that ugly?”

“Y/N, don’t talk like that. You’re beautiful and you know it. I’m sure Bucky knows it too. That can’t be the reason, you just need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” If only her anxiety didn’t eat her alive whenever she thought a million different ways the conversation could go. But an idea came to her head. Bucky was going to drop by later, just like he always did and it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him. However, she decided to add a little bit of spice of her own.

It took the whole afternoon for Y/N to get ready. She showered, shaved, did her hair and makeup. Then she put on the sexiest set of lingerie she owned, which consisted of black lace. She put nothing over it.

A knock on the door startled her, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror before she opened it.

Bucky’s mouth dropped at the sight before him. Y/N’s figure was hugged by black lace, her breasts on full display for him. He gulped as he could feel his mouth start to dry. He accepted her invitation to come inside. He could feel his erection begin to spring to life. His heart was wildly beating inside his chest and he could feel his palm start to sweat under his glove. Y/N waved her hand towards her couch, silently telling him that it was okay to take a seat.

He sat down and she was straddling his lap in an instant. Her core hovering over his bulge. He growled as he pushed her head towards his lips, Y/N moaned at his roughness. He suddenly pulled away.

“Buck, do-do you not want this? Do you not want me?”

“God, no, doll. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone. You’re so goddamn beautiful, I don’t know how I’ve held myself back so many times. The truth is...” He rested his hands on her hips as he took a moment, scared of saying the words out loud. “I haven’t done this in ninety years. I don’t want to mess it up.” Y/N quickly raised her hands and cupped Bucky’s face. Caressing her thumb over his cheek bones.

“Baby, you won’t mess anything up. We’ll go slow, if you want. I don’t want to pressure you, I’ll wait for you no matter what.”

“I appreciate that, doll.” He grabbed one of her hands that was resting on his cheek and brought it over to his lips. “But you’re way too irresistible for me to wait any longer.” She squealed when he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He gently set her down and his lips started making their way down her body. He pulled down the cups of her bra and freed her breasts. He wasted no time in latching his mouth to one of them while his flesh hand played with the other.

Y/N squirmed underneath him. The river between her legs making it hard to focus on anything else. He spent too much time between her breasts, and while he had a really talented mouth for someone who was scared of being bad because he hadn’t done this for over 80 years, she needed it somewhere else.

She dug her nails deep in his fabric covered biceps and whined out his name.

“What’s the matter, doll? What do you need?”

“You. Just you.” She managed to say. Bucky smirked against her and pulled away to take off his shirt. Y/N had seen Bucky shirtless while training but that didn’t stop her from being mesmerized by him. She was pretty sure he was sculpted by the gods themselves. Bucky laughed and her heart skipped a beat when she realized she actually said that aloud.

“Thanks, doll. You’re pretty beautiful yourself.” He winked at her and she went to hide her face in her hands but he grabbed her wrists and leaned forward. Placing gentle loving kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her heart melted at his actions.

Y/N decided enough was enough and went to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. His fully hard member bobbed against his stomach and she felt a rush of wetness emerge from her heat. Her eyes widened when she saw him. He was thick and long, she already thought he was perfect but this was the cherry on top. She gave him a few strokes, wanting to see what he felt like in her hand. Solid but soft and warm. He closed his eyes and grunted above her, his hand suddenly on her wrist as he put a stop to her motions.

“I need to be inside you.” Y/N nodded furiously against him before he lined himself up against her center and wasted no time in thrusting forward, all the way to the hilt.

Y/N cried out at the feeling. She felt so deliciously full and sex has never felt so right. She’s had sex before of course, but never with someone who she had strong feelings for like the man who was currently inside her. Wanda had once told her that casual sex was nothing compared to sex between two people who adored each other. Boy, was she right.

Bucky groaned and stilled above her. Wanting to savor how it felt to be gripped by her walls, and also wanting to give her time to adjust to him. She gave him the green light a few seconds later.

“Move, Buck, please.”

“As you wish.” He then thrusted in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/N moaned at how good he felt, her exes could barely bring her to an orgasm but with Bucky, she knew she wasn’t going to last long.

“Harder.” She breathed out.

“What was that?” He paused his motions.

“You’re such an ass.”

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck me harder, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His hips pounded into her harder and faster. The only sounds in the room were skin slapping against skin, the headboard rattling against the wall and their moans and grunts filling the air. Y/N suddenly got an idea. She brought her hand to his metal arm and gestured towards it.

“Touch me with it, please.” Bucky’s eyes widened because in all truth he didn’t want to use that arm during these activities. He was too ashamed of it.

“Y/N-”

“I love you, Bucky. Every part of you. So I’m asking you touch me with it.” She repeated.

Bucky’s metal arm snaked its way in between them and started rubbing tight circles against her clit.

She hissed and cried out when the cold met her warmth, getting her closer and closer...

Bucky could start feeling her core flutter against him, signaling that she was almost there.

“Come for me, doll.” He rubbed faster against her, giving her one last deep stroke until she exploded underneath him. Her orgasm triggered his and he buried his face in her neck, giving her a small bite as he spilled himself into her.

Y/N moaned at the feeling of his cum deep in her belly.

They panted against each other until they were able to catch their breath and get their heart rates back to normal. He pulled his now soft member out of her and Y/N frowned at the loss. He tugged at the sheets on her bed and went to cover both of them up. Y/N nestled against his side, resting her hand on his sweaty chest.

She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, keeping her face buried in the crook of his neck. His flesh arm trailed up and down her back, drawing lines with his fingers.

He placed a kiss against her hair and then whispered an I love you before sleep finally swept over both of them.

#bucky barnes #tfatws #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x oc #marvel #marvel imagines

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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what the fuck I just found this in my drafts I literally wrote this years ago, like a very significant number of years ago this is old shit

and apparently I just saved it and forgot about it??? anyway I polished it up and now it is here, I have no context and I barely even remember writing it, enjoy!

my apologies for the long post I still can't figure out how to do read mores in the app

edit: some lovely people have unformed me how to use readmores, thank you ~

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Jack was starting to wonder perhaps if he'd done something wrong.

It wasn't uncommon for him to accidentally say or do something to upset his wife or daughter, although usually when such an event occurred Maddie would glare at him to express her displeasure, and Jazz would always take the opportunity to tell him in exact detail what he'd done wrong and how to make it up to them (something he was honestly very grateful for).

It must have been something pretty bad this time, because both women wouldn't even look him in the eye.

Jack first twigged that something was off that morning during breakfast, when he sat in the empty chair by Jazz's side and gave his usual greeting, "Hey Jazzypants!"

She ignored his presence completely, steely eyes glued to the wall opposite her, they were puffy and red and Jack wondered perhaps if she'd been crying.

It had been a long time since her problems were easily pushed aside by her father's warm hugs and jovial attitude, he had stopped being able to handle a crying Jazz after she'd turned twelve and countered his attempts at humour by insisting that he 'stop trivialising her distress', whatever THAT meant.

Nevertheless, warm hugs and gentle jokes were the only method he knew and so he wrapped a comforting arm around her thin shoulders, noting that she continued to sit still as a rock, not even glancing his way as he tried to coax a smile out of her.

Jazz didn't say a word as she pushed herself away from her unfinished breakfast and left the room.

It was when he walked down to the lab intending to ask Maddie about Jazz that Jack started to suspect he may have been the one responsible, as it became apparent that the two had seemed to coordinate their punishment for whatever transgression he'd made.

"Hey Mads!" his voice boomed over the noise of his wife's current project. He strained to see through the bright light of her blow torch at the large gun-like weapon on the table. Jack whistled in appreciation is he took in the size of what he assumed was some kind of rocket launcher. "So what are we calling this one? Ooh! How about, The Fenton Spectre 'Sploder!"

Maddie's goggles made it difficult to see what expression adorned her face, but her tensed shoulders and the shaky grip on the blow torch told him that she was most certainly upset about something.

"Mads? Are you alright?" his voice quivered slightly as he took a few steps closer, seeing his wife this tense tightened a coil within his chest. Suspecting that he may be responsible added an extra weight to his stomach that he knew wasn't cause by the breakfast he'd skipped.

The light from the blow torch snapped off and Jack had to blink the bright spots it left behind from his vision, trying to peer through the blotches to find any indication that Maddie was going to acknowledge his presence. It seemed as though she'd looked his way for a moment but before his eyes could clear enough to meet hers she'd looked away again.

Jack watched, puzzled as his wife raised a hand to cover her mouth and catch the sob that ripped its way from her throat, she hadn't succeeded as the sound echoed across the lab and tore its way straight through Jack's heart, causing his eyes to sting and his throat to close up.

He reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, intent on giving her some form of comfort. He'd barely brushed it with his finger tips before Maddie stormed right past him up to the stairs, Jack had to quickly stumble backwards to avoid being trampled.

He couldn't imagine what he possibly could have done to elicit such a response from the woman he loved, but he knew for sure that he must have done something terrible for her to not seek him out for comfort like she did any other time she was upset. He just wished he could remember what.

Jack's shoulders slumped under the dim light of the glowing jars of ectoplasm lining the various counter-tops, he dry-swallowed a few times, trying to push down his confusion and distress before following his wife's light footsteps up the stairwell.

He found her in the kitchen, leaning against a counter with her goggles slung around her neck and her wild red hair loose around her head, abundant with the kinks and tangles Jack usually watched her brush out of it every morning.

"Mads?" Jack said, voice rough and quiet, "Look I... if I did something wrong I-" Jack's apology froze in his throat as Jazz poked her head through the kitchen door, eyes once again glancing right over Jack and instead locking onto her mother.

Neither woman shared a word as Jazz crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Maddie, who desperately grabbed at her daughter in return, burying her face in long red hair as violent sobs wracked her whole body.

Jack, at a loss of what else to do, wrapped his own arms around his girls. Nestling his chin on his daughters hair, he expected the annoyed scoff that Jazz usually gave him for his 'chin noogies', but it never came. Neither Fenton woman pushed him away though, so Jack considered it progress.

Finally, after an age of rocking and sobbing, Maddie's muffled words escaped through strands of Jazz's hair.

"Where is he? W-where'd he go, where'd he go?"

A deep chill coursed through Jack's veins, Danny? Had something happened to Danny? Jack pulled away, a million questions thrumming through his mind.

What happened? Was he missing? Was he hurt? Had he run away, been kidnapped, been kill- no. Jack shook his head violently, running a hand through the shorts strands of his thick hair. No he couldn't be. He couldn't be he couldn't be.

Jack's mouth was on the verge of catching up to his brain, multiple questions bubbled at his lips when he heard a voice echo down the stairs.

"Jazz?"

Jack took a steadying breath and grasped at the counter for support, relief flooding his body as his son rounded the corner and came into view. Danny was fine, Danny was safe. He had been fretting over absolutely nothing.

Then Danny's eyes locked into his.

A number of emotions flickered across his son's face, the first being a brief moment of sheer relief and delight, but it didn't last. Soon, too soon, Danny's dark brows pulled together and his lips curled sourly in confusion before a new expression swept it away. It was one Jack had never seen before.

He felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room, an icy chill prickled up his arms as the sudden wave of absolute horror overtook Danny's face. Jack couldn't tell if his son was about to break down crying or scream.

And then it was over. The tension in Jack's limbs released as Danny's face flattened into an unnaturally blank expression, he dropped his gaze and continued his way over to Maddie and Jazz. Once again it was like Jack wasn't even there.

Danny placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. "Maybe you should do another lap around town, you might find something today." he spoke softly into her frazzled hair.

Jazz looked at Danny strangely, her brother sent her back a glance that must have held some meaning because she then gripped Maddie tightly around the shoulders and led her straight out of the house, and suddenly Jack recalled that he still didn't know who it was that had gone missing.

"So... is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?" the jovial tone Jack meant to use came out flat and strained, Danny didn't look even remotely amused.

"I think you should sit down." Danny said quietly. He was no longer meeting Jack's eyes as he pulled out a chair for himself and one for his father.

Jack took the offered seat and prepared himself for the worst, obviously someone dear to Maddie and the kids had gone missing, Jack ran a list of all the people they knew, preparing himself for the worst, it was obvious Danny did not want to tell him what had happened. Perhaps whoever was missing was someone that Jack in particular had been close to? Was that the reason behind the horrified look on Danny's face? Because he'd realised he was going to have to be the one to tell him?

Something in Jack's gut told him he was on the wrong track, but try as he might he just couldn't imagine what else it could possibly be.

Jack kept his eyes on his son as the boy's thin torso straightened up in his chair and his icy blue stare bored into Jack's. Danny took a deep breath, then took several more, eventually he seemed almost ready to speak, Jack didn't rush him.

"Dad... you're dead."

#Bitter #danny phantom #lula's fanfics #jack fenton #I have zero context for this I barely even remember writing it #like this has to be 5 years old AT LEAST

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kamino-blues · 3 years

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Reunited at Last (Rebels!Gregor x Jedi!Reader)

Rating: Pg & Sfw

Warnings: Slight angst, the rest is fluff! Gregor is older due to this taking place during Rebels. Y/n is used (but only 4 times!!)

Word Count: 2,090

Summary: You thought that Gregor has been dead for over 15 years, how will you react when he suddenly comes back into your life?

Note: For the past week I have only been daydreaming about Gregor, so I had to write something about him! I feel like I've read every fic on here about him whoops 😅

You heard rumors of Gregor being alive, being found on Abafar and surviving an explosion from rhydonium barrels. There were mentions through different cantinas of commandos being gathered to work for the empire to continue training soldiers. Then it turned to rumors about how the clones were being phased out, how Kamino had been destroyed. It became too painful for you to bear.

It felt as if it was all a cruel joke being played on you, almost as if your past chose to haunt you until the end of your days. So you shut your emotions away. The once joyous person you were, full of life, was gone. You just went through the motions, trying to survive away from the hell of the Empire. That was, until you met the Ghost crew. They took you under their wing, and slowly helped you become who you used to be. You would never be completely the same, Gregor was a large part of you, but it was a start.

You couldn’t stop the small amount of jealousy from coming over you whenever you saw Hera and Kanan interact. The lingering touches, the loving glances, everything they did reminded you of how you were with him. The strong commando that had found a soft spot for you, who would fight side by side with you, who always had your back.

Gregor was your other half, but he was gone. So even if you caught yourself longingly looking at what you wished you still had, you knew you had to go on. So you worked for the rebellion, using your Jedi knowledge to try and help as much as you could. You couldn’t go out as Kanan could, you were too recognizable from the days you served with the Republic. So you were home base, staying back as the Ghost went out on missions. It was nice to hear the tales of what happened, and when Kanan found a new Padawan, it gave you a chance to practice with your saber again. Life was beginning to feel a little more normal.

As the search for a new rebel base started, you were put to work. They had you searching through countless manifests and artifacts, trying to find something that could be used. You were constantly on your datapad, scouring, searching for anything. But it was to no avail, you just didn’t have the resources to find what was needed. That was until Fulcrum came along.

You weren’t told much, but as the Ghost flew away, you had confidence that something would come out of it. It had been weeks, going on a month as you waited for a comm telling you if a new base had been found. So you kept yourself busy. Lightsaber training, studying, working out, meditation, anything to keep your mind from drifting.

It was midday during saber training when you felt your wrist buzz, and you quickly tapped on your comm, it fizzing to life.

“Y/n, come to the hangar, I think you want to see this.” You heard Hera’s voice crackle out, and you couldn’t help the confusion falling onto your face. The mission was to find a base, why would there be something to see in the hangar? Your mind was scouring the possibilities, trying to figure out what in the maker's name Hera could be talking about.

“I’m on my way Hera, I’ll be there in a few. Can I ask what you are going to show me?” You let out as you clipped your lightsaber to your belt, adjusting your outfit as you started to walk to the hangar.

“It’s better as a surprise, you better hurry!” You heard Hera click off the comm, and you shook your head. The walk seemed longer than normal, your curiosity consuming your brain as you quickened your step.

The doors to the hangar slid open, you carefully stepping through as you spotted Hera coming down the ramp of the Ghost. She gave you a small wave, walking towards you with a pleased smile on her face.

“I take it you found a base?” You let out as she got closer. Hera’s smile faltered, but she rested her hand on your shoulder.

“Not exactly, but we did find some people who have information to help us find one.” You couldn’t help but tilt your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow. Hera laughed at this, her squeezing your shoulder before letting go. “The rest of the crew is meeting with Commander Sato, along with the informants. I’m going to be heading there, but I want you to stay here ok?”

“I’m not needed at the meeting? Is there something wrong with the ship that needs to be fixed?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking questions. This whole exchange was just, strange, that was the only way you could put it. Hera shook her head, a smile crawling onto her face.

“I need you to meet with one of the informants one on one, he’ll be leaving the meeting early to reconvene with you. Trust me,” There was a look in Hera’s eyes that you couldn’t place, and you couldn’t help but nod. She gave you one last smile before leaving the hangar, the door sliding shut behind her.

You climbed onto one of the many crates in the hangar, your legs dangling off the side of it. You were going over Hera’s words, trying to get a sense of what is even happening. You ended up closing your eyes, slipping into a light meditation. It was some time before you heard a door slide open across from where you were, hearing footsteps move into the room before stopping.

“Y/n?” Your body stiffened, eyes opening wide as you stared at the figure from across the hangar. That was the voice of those you had worked beside during the Clone Wars. The voice of those who had turned against the Republic, who killed countless of your friends. But the clone's voice was soft, and it almost sounded like- but it couldn’t be, he had died, there’s no way it was him.

You jumped down from the crate, your hand on your saber as you cautiously made your way towards the clone. You were still too far away to see his eyes, but as you moved closer you had to stop tears from filling your eyes. He saw your hand on your lightsaber, and he put his hands out. He was dressed in a tank top, with a logo that you had never seen before.

“Y/n, cyare, it's me, it's Gregor! It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” He let out a little giggle, yet his face was completely serious. You couldn’t help your hands from shaking.

“That can’t, that isn’t possible! Gregor died, how could he be here?” The tears slipped from your eyes, and you came to a stop right in front of him. Gregor reached out to you, hesitating, before bringing his hand down. You could see his eyes tearing up, and you couldn’t help but have deja vu to the evenings after long missions, missions filled with high fatality rates. He may be a commando, but he was still human, and he had trusted you to see the emotional side of him.

“I survived y/n.” There was so much about him that was different, but he was the same. You knew it was him, but you couldn't help but deny it.

But why was Hera determined to get you to stay behind at the hangar? She was the only one you confided in about Gregor, she knew how much he meant to you. Hera had seen pictures of him, she had heard how you described him. The doubt in your mind was slowly shrinking, the barriers falling down. You could feel in the force his energy, Gregor's energy, something you never thought that you would feel again.

Gregor's voice was different, and so were some of his mannerisms, but his eyes were the same, his smile was the same. It was your Gregor, who you could tell has gone through a lot since you both separated over 15 years ago.

15 years, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt your body shaking, legs giving out underneath you as it clicked in your brain that Gregor was alive. You felt his arms grab you quickly, wrapping around you as he slowly lowered both of you to the ground. The hug was softer, yet still had the same feel as it did all that time ago.

“Gregor, it’s you, makers above it’s really you,” You mumbled into his shoulder, and you felt his arms tighten around you. Gregor’s chest rumbled as a few stray giggles fell from his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head.

You slowly moved your arms around him, finally returning the hug that Gregor had you in. You felt his body relax slightly, holding you there.

“I have so many stories my sunshine, you couldn’t believe the things that have happened! I survived two explosions-“ Gregor started to go over all the events that you had missed, you curling against his body to rest the side of your head against his chest. He had one arm wrapped around your back, his other moving around as he talked. You ended up shifting your arms so that you could hold onto your legs, eyes focused on his face as you looked over every detail on his weathered skin. He looked so different, yet he was the same.

“I had lost my memory until a squad of droids, ha can you even believe that?, managed to stir up all my memories by showing me a holo of Rex! Cyare you couldn’t imagine my panic, the first thing I thought of was of you. I just, I wasn’t able to get back because I was knocked out by an explosion,” You felt him move his arm to rub the back of his neck, looking away sheepishly. “It’s kinda how I became the way I am now ya know?”

Reaching up with your hand, you let it hover a few centimeters from his face, looking for his reaction. Gregor leaned against it, his eyes on you with a large grin plastered on his face.

“I never stopped looking for you, even after the Republic fell, I kept searching. I was sent to train storm troopers as a commando again, I thought it would be my chance to find you. It was a dead end, and I was forced to stop,” Gregor let out a little giggle, “But you’re here now, I’ve found you.” You could see his eyes watering, and you lightly swept your thumb against his cheek. His eyes closed from the motion, relaxing into your embrace.

“I became a Rebel fighter.” You let out, a small smile falling onto your face. “I can’t go out, but I sure can type battle reports much better than I have before.” Gregor let out a laugh, one that reminded you of the laugh that would come out after the two of you drank a little too much at 79’s. You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips, tilting your head forward to lean your head against his.

Silence fell over the two of you, Gregor looking as though he was searching for words that he couldn’t find. After a few moments, he pulled back, creating space between the both of you. Immediately you realized how much colder it was without being in his arms, and it took all your willpower to not let out a whine of protest. He stood up, holding out his hand to pull you up. You quickly grabbed it, him lifting you but not letting go. You looked into his eyes, and you could just feel the anxiety radiating from him.

“My sunshine, do you.. Do you still love me? I know it's been many years and I’m a lot older now, plus I’ve been told by Wolffe a few times that I have a few screws-“ You cut him off with a kiss, Gregor's eyes widening into a shocked expression as you pull away.

“I will always love you, forever and always, no matter what.” A large smile broke over Gregor’s face, lifting you into a spinning hug. You both couldn’t contain your laughter, grateful to be reunited with someone you both never thought would ever see again.

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hellotherekenobi · 3 years

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─── tired. [pt.ii]

summary: tired from a mission, you fall asleep on obi-wan's shoulder.

index: part one.

MINI-SERIES. ⟶ 2,533 WORDS.

cw: padawan!reader, master kenobi.

a/n: big thank you to those who helped me with this idea and giving me one hell of an inspiration boost!

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It felt as if you had blinked. When your eyes opened, you expected to see the inside of the ship you and your master were on, and yet, you saw the inside of your private quarters. It didn’t seem like you had fallen asleep that long, but with how heavy your head felt and the feeling of sleep in your eye, apparently it was much longer than that. On any other day, you would have assumed that perhaps you were so tired that you forgot walking to your quarters yourself, but the sheets were far too neatly tucked to have been your doing.

Someone had carried you, and that same someone had tucked you in.

You sit up and look around, expecting to find something. You were alone in the room, that much was clear. How long it was since you were brought here, you don't know, but it’s definitely no mystery as to who that someone was. After all, who else was with you when you fell asleep? Then, speak of the devil, your comlink beeps. It’s loud enough that it startles you wide awake, as you scramble about in the sheets after patting your pockets and finding them empty. Finally, after some more digging, your fingers touch the curve of it and you quickly pick it up, but much too quick, you find, it slips right out of your hand and goes flying for your door.

Hitting the floor with a thud, your knees sink into the carpet as you start to shuffle over to your discarded, and hopefully not broken, comlink, almost burning your knees through the fabric of your robes. Imagine having to tell the Council that the red marks on your knees were due to carpet burn and not the mission. As you reach your comlink and swoop it up in your hand, you try your best to sound casual and not as if you had just woken up and bee-lined for the call.

“Hello?”

“Ah, you’re awake. How did you sleep?” it’s your master’s voice.

“Um, good, thank you.” you wait a moment. “How did I get here?”

You can hear Obi-Wan chuckle through the line. “You were completely asleep by the time the jet landed. I couldn’t find it in myself to wake you up.”

Okay. Processing... connecting the dots... registering. Obi-Wan, your master, carried you all the way from the hanger bay to your quarters?

“Yes, well, I couldn’t have woken you up even if I tried.”

Oh kriff, you had said your thoughts out loud.

“There’s much to do today. I know you would like to get some more rest in, but I hardly think I would be much of a Jedi Master if I let you take a day off.”

“Right, of course.” you say. “I’ll be ready in a moment.”

“Take your time. We don’t want you walking around with your robes on backward again, do we?”

Click. You hang up on Obi-Wan.

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Obi-Wan’s lips curve into a soft smile, barely there but still noticeable. His comlink sits inside his pocket after he had put it there with a laugh, thinking of how you must have groaned at the memory he mentioned when he had called you earlier. He couldn’t help it, he loved to poke fun at you from time to time—you almost made it too easy. He also couldn’t help but think of you earlier, falling asleep on his shoulder. It was cute.

“Master Kenobi?”

His eyes lift up to the mention of his name. For a moment, he looks on in silence, wondering why he had been called (and completely forgetting his reason for being here), until he remembers.

“Yes,” he sits up in his seat, knees hitting each other. “I believe so.”

The Council members nod and for a moment it seems as if he’s getting away with the very obvious fact that he hadn’t been paying attention. Only for a moment. His arm is nudged by the Jedi next to him, one who had been on the mission too, and he quirks his brow. Obi-Wan shakes his head before crossing his arms and looking outward again, this time actually trying to listen.

He can hear the Jedi chuckle beside him, but he doesn’t mind. He’s alright being swept up in his thoughts of you, of how proud he is of you and of how young you make him feel, as the years go on and he finds himself growing further away from the young padawan he used to be. You almost help him make time stand still, like there could never be a sunset with the promise of spending the day with you. When he’s with you, he feels that same easy-going amiability he felt with his former master.

When the meeting is over and Obi-Wan leaves the room alongside the other Jedi, he finds you standing not too far from the door. The first thing he does is check your robes. On right. Good. The next thing he does is smile at you, which has you bopping a bit on the spot and smiling back at him. Sometimes he thinks one look at your smile could end the war. If only it were that simple.

“You look well-rested.” Obi-Wan says as he nears you, patting you ‘hello’ on the shoulder.

You smile, looking around you, watching the other Jedi walking past for a moment. “That was the most sound sleep I’ve had in months.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad to hear it. That must mean that you’re ready for a full day of training.”

The grumble under your breath does not go amiss to Obi-Wan.

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You’re so tired again. This time it wasn’t a long mission, or an army of droids, but your very own master who had the audacity to smile at you all dazzling-like, as if he couldn’t tell how badly you wanted to hit your bed right now—or the floor, if you stay here any longer—after the training you went through today. He was seemingly upping the pressure each time you two trained and you had to wonder why he was doing so all of the sudden. Anytime you asked him, though, you were met with the same response: “It’s for your benefit.” Gee, thanks.

By the time your heels are aching, Obi-Wan finally calls a wrap on training. You could jump with glee if you had the energy, so instead you just smile at him and mutter a ‘thank you’ as you reach for your cloak on the chair beside him.

“You’re doing very well. I can see your progress each day.” he says, smiling up at you.

“All thanks to your training, master.” you reply, trying to hold back a yawn.

Obi-Wan chuckles. “You better go get some rest.”

“If you insist.” you shrug your shoulders, even though you’re internally crying with joy, then slip your cloak on.

You tell him goodbye, and goodnight, before trudging out of the training room and heading over to your private quarters. As you turn down the hallway where your door is, you’re greeted by a few other padawans who are walking in the direction you came from. They smile politely at you and you offer a wave, when suddenly one of them says: “Caraya’s soul, you look like death.” GEE, THANKS.

“I’ve been training so much these last few days,” you tell them. “I’m just really tired.”

“Where’s Master Kenobi?” one of them asks, looking behind you.

“Back in the training room. Why do you ask?”

“I figured he’d carry you to your quarters again.”

Some of them giggle when you stand there mutely. Take a deep breath, you tell yourself, then you try to laugh it off. “You saw that?”

“Who didn’t? You were out like a saber.”

“If you ask me,” another one pipes up. “it was pretty romantic. I wish he’d carry me like that.”

“You’re so lucky to have him as a master.”

You start to zone out from the embarrassment of it all, only picking up a few words and the grumble of one of them being trained by Master Windu. It’s a bit of a blur when they say goodbye, with you forming a smile in a tight line and then hurrying into your quarters just up ahead. They saw! If they saw, then who else did? You hadn’t really ever thought about it. To be honest, you were trying to forget about it. You’re so incredibly tired and this isn’t helping.

“Oh, Maker,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “This is horrible! How can I possibly fall asleep now?”

As soon as you hit the bed, you’re out.

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It’s for your benefit, that’s what Obi-Wan kept telling you. It wasn’t exactly the honest answer, but in a way it was. Truthfully, Obi-Wan does want to see you progress to becoming a Jedi Knight. He knows you have it in you. Yet also truthfully, he’s been pushing a bit more with your training because... well because he’s holding onto the ridiculous hope that you might fall asleep on his shoulder again if you’re really tired.

He thought he had done rather well at avoiding attention the day he carried you back to your quarters. No one had spoken about it and he hadn’t heard a single mention of it from the Council either. Yet all it takes is the giggling of a few padawans walking toward the training room, hushed together, and becoming silent the moment they see him standing in the doorway for him to think kriff. He steps to the side for them to walk on ahead and they all smile at him politely, before going back to their hushed talking.

Obi-Wan makes a hurried pace over to your quarters. He’s hoping they didn’t say anything to you, or that you didn’t piece it together by their giggles alone, like he just did. It’s a horrible feeling in his chest when he knocks on your door. He’s felt his heart skip a beat many times in his life, mostly when fighting, but nothing compares to the feeling now—it’s almost thunderous. The true worry starts to kick in when you don’t answer his knocking. Were you upset? Embarrassed? It’s too much for Obi-Wan to think about, so he pushes the door open with the force and steps inside, ready to apologize or at least explain himself, when a noise shuts him up.

You’re... snoring.

There you are, sprawled out on the bed, almost looking like a heap of fabric and you’re snoring. Obi-Wan isn’t sure if he should be happy or disappointed that you’re asleep, and then all together he feels apologetic. He worked you too hard. He let himself want so much that he didn’t even really think about how it was affecting you. He feels like the most oblivious Jedi Master in the galaxy.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, though he knows you can’t hear him.

He stands there a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. He needs to tell you he’s sorry in person, not like this. Letting out a deep sigh, he turns on his heel and makes his way back over to the door, and then for the second time since he stepped inside your quarters, a noise stops him in his tracks.

“Obi-Wan,” it’s your voice, muffled and sleepy.

His heart is definitely thundering. He steps back over to you quickly, his fingers instinctually reaching out to brush gently along your cheek. “Yes?”

Your eyes flutter open and his worries dissipate when you crinkle your nose at him, smiling slightly. There it is, the smile that could end the war.

“Can you tuck me in before you go?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, feeling all the weight in his chest drop to his feet and melt into the floor. “Of course, dear one.”

He’s as gentle as ever, pulling the sheets up and over your body, moving the pillow slightly so that you can lay more comfortably. It’s almost like the first time, expect this time your eyes are still smiling up at him. When he’s done, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead and this time he can see just how far your smile grows.

“Rest well.”

He lets you sleep in the next morning, no matter what kind of Jedi Master that makes him.

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The jet lands smoothly and Obi-Wan is thankful. He didn’t want a rough landing to wake you up, but then he remembers that you have to wake up—the jet is landed and it’s time to get off. But he can’t. He can’t wake you, not when you look so peaceful and he was enjoying the feeling of your head on his shoulder. He probably could have gotten some sleep in as well, if he was being honest with himself. You have a way of helping him switch off of battle mode; turning him back into a person, rather than a General.

He simply wants this moment to last a little longer, but the door hisses open and the ramp lowers before he could even think to wish the thought. He doesn’t let up, though, so he waits until you’re both the last people on the jet. Then, very gently, he moves to cradle you in his arms; scooping you up and lifting you from the seat. He carries you the way over to your private quarters, not caring about some of the eyes on him, but does take an alternate route to save yourself from any future embarrassment, should anyone mention it to you when you’re awake. You’re still a padawan but no longer a child. He can only imagine what a sight this is and how you’d hold this to him for months if word spread.

When the door opens and he walks inside, he almost stops to allow the feeling of you in his arms to linger just a little longer, yet settles you down onto your bed before he can let himself stand there. He tucks the sheets in over your body, after putting your lightsaber on the nightstand. He wouldn’t want that turning on, Maker knows he’s almost done it a few times. Your hand is curled in an open fist on the pillow, right beside your face. You look so peaceful, not at all as if you had fought off a hoard of droids just a few hours before.

He wonders if you’re dreaming and, maybe, if those dreams involve a life free from the Order, where you didn’t have to fight for peace because there was already peace in the galaxy. Obi-Wan won’t lie to himself, he’s often wondered what his life would be like if he weren’t a Jedi and if there were no war. Would he farm? Would he do something creative, like paint? Would he still have met you? No, there’s no dream that could be worth nearly enough from the reality of knowing you. He wouldn’t offer it up for anything.

The only dream Obi-Wan has is that you can fall asleep on his shoulder again.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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One Night🌙10

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, angry Andy, hormones

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Summary: One night changes your entire life.

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The bus chugged down the city streets as you sat closer to the back. You stared out the window and watched the grey sky of Nelson hanging overhead, a cloudy backdrop to the smoking city.

You sighed every now and then, trying to forget the beeping and when it stopped. You still felt Andy’s hand on your back and the suffocating silence of the drive home. The burden of the dead woman on your shoulders.

It was as if it had been years since you saw the slightly crooked pole that held the bright sign. The bus stop was as desolate as ever, the dirty bench marked with spray paint and the shelter glass cracked. You set off around the corner past the house. Each was familiar but not comforting.

Your hips hurt from the stiff ride and you rubbed your stomach. You wore one of Andy’s hoodies under your open jacket, the zipper of the latter no longer meeting. You stopped in front of your parents’ house. You hadn’t asked permission; not from your mother, your father, or Andy. There was no courtesy phone call so you hesitated, afraid you might be sent away.

It was noon. Your father would be in the garage. He always had some project going. That was his work. He was cheaper than any other mechanic in the city, he just did it all from home. He could recycle parts from the junkyard and charge half price. They usually did better than the newer parts sent away for down at the Jiffy.

You walked up the driveway, the garage door was only halfway open, the bite of the late autumn, rather the early winter, mingled with the warmth flowing under the metal. You tapped on it with your knuckles, “dad?” you called.

You stepped back as his oily hands gripped the bottom and he hauled it up entirely. He tilted his head at you but couldn’t hide his smile. He looked at your stomach and you dropped your hand. He drew you to him before you could react. He hugged you tight and rocked you.

“Your mother’s gonna be mad you didn’t call before you came,” he let go of you and looked you over again.

“Mad that I’m even here,” you remarked.

“No, she might act like it but…” he waved you into the garage and rolled over the little stool he sat on when he was working. He helped you sit and put his wrench on the plywood table against the wall, “she missed you. We both did.” he wiped his hands on his jeans, “you could have called us. You know how she is. She feels before she thinks.”

“She kicked me out,” you felt precarious on the little rolling stool, “you let her.”

“So why’d you come back?” he asked.

You hung your head and hugged your stomach, “well, I’m having your granddaughter. I didn’t want you to find out from anyone but me.”

“It’s a girl?” he grinned.

“Sorry, wish I could give you a boy to get all filthy in this place,” you shrugged.

“You never minded getting your hands dirty,” he neared and grasped your shoulder.

“Yeah, guess it doesn’t matter too much, she’ll be as curious as any kid,” you said.

You were quiet as you looked around. Your dad’s rolling chest of tools was dented and rusted, the same one he’d had your whole life. The place hadn’t changed, only the car sitting in it.

“That’s not the only reason you’re here,” he said. Your father was a simple man but he wasn’t dumb.

You frowned and felt a prick in your eyes. The hormones, you told yourself, they were getting to you.

“I need you guys,” you said quietly, “is that so bad?”

“I missed you, you’re mom did too, she’s just stubborn. Think that’s where you get it,” he turned his hand over and held it out to you, “but she won’t turn you away.”

“You sure?”

“I won’t let her. Not this time,” he bent and took your hand, “now come on.”

You let him help you to your feet and he led you through the side door into the house. You heard your mother’s old Patsy Cline CD droning from the box speakers on the shelf as she muttered to herself.

Your dad kicked the dirty off his boots and you slipped your own off. You followed him and peeked over his shoulder as he went to the living room. Your mother was wiping down the framed picture from your high school graduation.

“I got a surprise for you,” he announced as he stepped aside and beckoned you in alongside him, “and she’s got a surprise for you.”

Your mother turned and froze. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes pierced you. She didn’t say anything as he stared at you then tossed the dusting cloth onto the table beside the lamp. She looked down at your feet.

“You remembered to take your shoes off,” she said.

Your lips parted and your chest gripped. She was still mad.

“You remembered us,” she swept over to you so quickly, you flinched. She hugged you and her middle met yours. She let go and looked down at your stomach. Her eyes were sad but not angry, “I’m…” she lifted her head and met your gaze, “I’m not good at saying it but I’m sorry.”

You watched her for a minute. She was still her mother as nasty as she’d been. You could see her regret and it coupled with your own. It didn’t fix everything but for her, it was a lot.

“I’m sorry too,” you breathed, “it was… me being stupid started all of this. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“You gotta tell her,” your dad intoned.

You glanced at him then back to your mom. You gulped, “we found out yesterday, it’s a girl.”

“We? And where is… he?” your mother bristled.

“Working,” you said.

“We went to the diner, they said you quit. The café too,” your mom batted away lashes, “please, sit.” She touched your stomach, “you’re so big.”

“Five months, I think,” you said as you let her take you to the old floral sofa, “and the doctor recommended I take it easy so I had to… leave.”

“Oh? Is something wrong with the baby?” she picked up her cloth again and resumed her dusting. Your father quietly excused himself.

“No, just me,” you leaned against the arm, “but they said my blood pressure is getting better, just have to check it now and again.”

“And that man? The least I can say is at least he’s taking responsibility, even if he is married,” your mom hung the picture back on the nail.

“It was a mistake,” you said, “but you know, I think it’s taught me a lot. Not that it was worth it.”

“I don’t mean to rag on you, but… it’s just not how it should be,” she went to the television stand and focused on the edges.

“You think I don’t know that. Mom, I didn’t come here to argue my morality. I came here…” you paused as you felt your phone buzz. You slid it from your jacket pocket and checked the ID; Andy. You ignored it and dropped it back inside, “I just wanted to see if you had any interest in your granddaughter.”

She spun back and her face wrinkled with sadness. She twisted the cloth and retreated to the rocking chair and sat. She chewed her lip and looked at the floor. When she looked at you again, her brows crinkled.

“I’m trying,” she said, “but what you did, I don’t know if I can’t get over that. That man, everyone knows him, and when it comes out, with his wife still in a coma, you don’t think about what that does to us.”

“Well,” your throat constricted and you held back the hot tears bubbling behind your eyes, “she’s not anymore.”

“What?”

“She… she passed last night,” you sniffed, “and I’ll admit that I came here as much for me as you. I just needed… needed to get away. Just for a little.”

Your phone went off again and you grunted as you pulled it out and swiped away the second call from Andy. You kept the phone in your hand and rested it against your thigh.

“I just need time,” your mom leaned back heavily.

“Well, it’s quickly running out,” you replied, “she’s gonna be here soon enough.”

“I know,” she said grimly, “I know.”

There was another silence and your phone twitched. You turned it over and checked the message on the screen; ‘why don’t you invite your parents for dinner if you’re not gonna answer me?’ You let the phone slip between your legs and slowly raised your eyes. How did he know?

“I can go, if it’s too much,” you said, “I didn’t expect to get past the front door, honestly.”

“It’s not-- you’re still my daughter,” she uttered, “and even if it’s not the best situation, you got my granddaughter too.”

Your phone began to shake between your legs and you huffed, “sorry,” you stood with effort as you snatched the phone up, “just a second.”

You went into the dining room and answered. You hissed into the phone, “what do you want, Andy?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going there?” he asked sharply.

“How do you even know? You following me?” you kept your voice low.

“I know, that’s all,” he retorted, “it is… surprising.”

“They’re my parents,” you scowled at the tabletop as you leaned on a chair.

“Mine, too, right? Considering--”

“Andy,” you warned, “come on. Let’s cut this out--”

“Invite them for dinner. You’re right. Our kid will need her grandparents,” he interrupted, “I’ll get off early and help.”

“I don’t think--”

“Invite them,” he demanded, “and don’t take the bus back. I’ll send you the money for a cab.”

“Jesus, I can take care of myself--”

“No, you can’t, which is why you’re sleeping under my roof. And this isn’t about you, it’s about the baby,” he exhaled and you heard a squeak of metal, likely a chair, “Now I want you home by two. I’ll be there shortly after.”

He hung up before you could argue. You closed your eyes and forced down the angry bile in your chest. You shuttered and tucked the phone back in your jacket. How did he know you were there?

🌙

Your parents agreed to dinner. Your mother wasn’t subtle that she was curious to see Andy’s house. Her judgement was always her driving motivation and you were certain she could find something to hate, even in the suburban utopia.

You took the bus out of defiance and brewed with anger as you got off just outside the cul-de-sac. You walked the single block to Andy’s and paced like an angry lioness inside.

He arrived at three, just after. Your anxiety boiled with anger and you stopped to face him as he entered. You watched him put down his briefcase and hang his long black coat. Your nostrils flared as you braced yourself for the onslaught ready to spill forth.

“So, you weren’t following me?” you challenged.

“I was working,” he said quietly, “to pay for all of this…” he pointed to the ceiling, “and that,” he pointed to your bump.

“No, Andy, you don’t get to do that every time,” you snarled, “how did you know?”

He didn’t answer and brushed by you. You followed him into the kitchen as he went to the coffee machine and pressed the buttons bluntly. You watched him from a foot away, your hand on the cold marble.

“You can’t just ignore me. How did you know I was there?”

“Because…” he grabbed a mug and filled it with water. He poured it into the machine and snapped the lid shut, “because you have my baby and I have a right to make sure you don’t take it from me.”

“That’s not an answer,” you sneered, “Andy, I have done everything you’ve wanted. I have stayed here, I have quit my jobs, I have kept this baby for you, and you… you’re what? Tracking me like a dog?” You reached into your back pocket and slammed your phone on the counter. You slid it over to him, “when did you do it?”

His jaw ticked as he put a pod into the machine and hit start. He tapped his fingers on the counter and let out a long breath through his nose. He turned to you and crossed his arms.

“After you stayed out that night. I couldn’t worry like that again. I had to know,” he said staunchly, “because I’ve had a wife go out and not come back. A child--”

“I’m not your wife and I won’t ever be. This child is all we have in common,” you rebuffed, “even after last night. What you did, that doesn’t change things.”

You nearly tripped as he marched towards you. He had you against the far wall, his hand planted on either side of your head as his anger rippled across his forehead and set his jaw square. You pressed yourself against the pure white wall and tried not to wither.

“I did that for you,” he breathed, “I’ve done everything for you. Don’t act like you’re the only one doing shit.”

“Andy, get away--”

“No,” he punched the wall and you gasped, “my wife is gone. Jacob is gone! This is all I have; you, my daughter…that’s everything and I will be damned if I’m going to let you take any of it away from me.”

“You’re scaring me,” you wisped, “Andy, please--”

“No, you shut up and you listen. This is the last time we have this conversation. Your parents are coming and you’re going to be good. You’re going to wear something nice, you’re going to cook something good, and you’re going to smile. You don’t let them see you crack, not once.”

“You can’t--”

“Enough!” he hit the wall again and you heard it crumple under the force, “if you don’t, they won’t be around. Ever. Do you understand me?” you gaped up at him and trembled, you shook your head in disbelief. He leaned in and spoke softly to you, “Understand that I will make sure you and no one else ever sees them again.”

“You… wouldn’t…”

“I could. I will. You’re fucking bitch of a mom deserves it,” he hissed, “so, honey,” he growled the second word, “what’s it gonna be?”

Your lip quivered and you searched his face. The rage had his blue eyes alight and his breath rasped out like animalistic snarls. You thought of Laurie, of how blank he’d been when they stopped the machines. And that smile, after. What was that?

“I’ll… be good,” you murmured, “I will.”

His lips twitched and he shoved himself away from you. He stomped over to the fridge and took out the light cream. He added it to his mug of fresh coffee and stirred. You stood straight shakily and looked up at the hole beside your head.

“Well,” he said, “better figure out what you’re making for dinner. Our guests won’t be long.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #series #one night #dark fic #dark!fic #defending jacob

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garc-i-a · 3 years

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Why JATP Is Taking a While to Get Officially Renewed

Thought I would put my thoughts into words on the renewal situation. We know that the show was released on Netflix on September 10, 2020. As of today, it has been 242 days (10 May 2021). Julie and the Phantoms was released under Netflix Family, marking it as a children’s show on the streaming service. It was released in the middle of the second wave of the coronavirus (in the US) that has swept the world over. The show was created by Kenny Ortega, legendary choreographer and director.

To start off, we have to acknowledge that we ARE in a pandemic. Due to that, things have been touch and go in so many industries. That includes the TV/Film industry as well. The US and Canada, the two countries involved in making the show, have to follow the rules and laws related to COVID regardless of what people in the industry want. With that, we have to pay attention to what is going on with the pandemic to know how to go about filming.

As of right now, Canada still has closed borders from the US to nonessential travel. To get into Canada as a foreigner you have to be going for a specific reason and follow all the Covid related travel rules. To read more about this, you can go to canada.ca and type in for traveling during the pandemic. Not to mention that for a lot of areas in Canada, they are still essentially in lockdown because of the now rising numbers in the country. Charlie’s home province of New Brunswick is still pretty restricted.

Regarding vaccinations, although the United States has been slowly getting people vaccinated, Canada has had issues with getting vaccinations and don’t nearly have as many vaccinated. It is only just a few days ago that New Brunswick started administering vaccinations in the last few days. The vaccinations are only for people who are 50+ who fall into specific medical condition guidelines. For British Columbia, where the show is filmed, vaccines started getting administered the third week of April. It is believed there is a chance of getting all* adults vaccinated by mid June. My source for this information is from a native New Brunswicker and a CTV News article.

For the cast, getting vaccinated is paramount. Owen is already vaccinated. Madison’s dad is also vaccinated so it is likely she is as well or part way there. Now for people who are NOT vaccinated yet, most vaccines are administered in two doses. The doses are done about three weeks apart (I am partially vaccinated and my first dose was already done and second is next week). This knowledge is important as people need to be aware of the timing of these things. The amount of time between vaccines and for everyone in the cast and crew is essential for everything to go smoothly with filming.

One of the big things that I have seen a lot is the outrage at other shows on Netflix being renewed before Julie and the Phantoms. There is a two fold answer to this. To start off, we have to remember that because of this pandemic, things take longer to process to be extra diligent and that more money is be used to cover for reconstructions and accommodations due to Covid. Knowing these two things, let’s delve into the renewals of other shows.

Some of the other shows that have been renewed are Fate: The Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ginny and Georgia, and Emily in Paris. The big difference between these shows and Julie and the Phantoms is the fact they are not in the Netflix Family category. They are considered content for adults or young adults. Netflix has different rules on their shows that are put out on the regular platform versus the family section. Netflix Family rarely posts when a show is renewed so far from its premiere date for the next season. So in that respect, Julie and the Phantoms wouldn’t be given a huge announcement for the next season’s renewal if it follows the pattern of Netflix Family’s marketing.

Tying into this the matter of where the rest of the shows are filmed and the backing behind them in regards to production. The Winx show and Bridgerton are filmed in the UK, Ginny and Georgia is filmed in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and Emily in Paris is filmed on location in France. The reason that this matters is because these places have different rules for working during this pandemic, the vaccinations levels, and the threat of getting sick from Covid. These shows are also connected to larger properties or influential individuals*. Vancouver is a popular city to film in, of course, but it has been dealing with an uptick in cases as well as in a different province than Ginny and Georgia, and as such has their own rules. We cannot take into the likes of Riverdale or other shows that are filming right now in Vancouver. Lots of these shows were renewed and set to film already when the pandemic hit. They do not factor into things.

The last part of this is the production costs for making the show. As mentioned before, Vancouver is a popular city to film in. Due to the pandemic, it costs more to film because the need to have extra precautions, regular Covid testing, and etc. We know that there were shows that were initially renewed by Netflix but then canceled after the fact. The reason for this is that Netflix likely realized the cost to produce the shows would be too much and not in the best interest of the cast, crew, and any companies involved in the middle of such a huge reaching pandemic.

Compared to other shows in the Netflix Family section, Julie and the Phantoms has a high production level. I did some research on the Netflix originals in the section and the shows on there are either very low budget or have a backing from a franchise/company (ex. Baby Boss, Fast and Furious, Jurassic Park). Julie and the Phantoms does not have that. It is not connected to an established franchise or a large company. It is simply made by the likes of Kenny Ortega who does not skimp on anything in his productions. Kenny has stated that he is not willing to let the grandness of the show suffer because of the pandemic. The show has many crowd scenes and dancing sequences that require a lot of people. The show won’t be what it is without this. Based on this, we know that Netflix wants to be absolutely sure they can go forth with filming before announcing a renewal.

And there you guys go. All the information that I looked into and checked for this piece. I hope this helps many people understand what is going on why it is taking longer for the show to get renewed. It is not that Netflix doesn’t want to renew it. It is a matter of HOW and WHEN. If that makes sense. If you have any questions about what I wrote, you can leave a comment or DM me.

all*- Some individuals may not wish to be vaccinated

influential individuals*- There are people connected to some of the shows that have a standing within the media and the finances or awards to warrant being a part of the show or it being made at all.

Amendment

I was informed by my source in New Brunswick that vaccines have been administered since January but the qualification for who is eligible for the vaccines can change from week to week.

Amendment 2

Reuters has reported that children aged 12-15 are able to start getting the vaccine today (13 May 2021). So that means that Jadah and Sonny (15 and 13, respectively) will be fully vaccinated by the middle of June.

Amendment 3

A few days ago a local upstate New York newspaper wrote about Canada starting the process of opening up borders again. The process is in the beginning stages so there is no announced date(s) on the border reopening but it is in the works.

Amendment 4

A show called Firefly Lane has been renewed for a season 2. This is important because Firefly Lane is filmed in the same area of British Columbia as Julie and the Phantoms. British Columbia is getting better in regards to vaccinations and so this proves good news of a season 2 announcement for Julie and the Phantoms.

Amendment 5

It was reported on 21 or 22 June 2021 that Canada will relax quarantine rules for vaccinated Canadian citizens, permanent residents, and foreign nationals for essential work. This new system will go into effect 5 June 2021. If you are fully vaccinated and pass rules set by the government, you will NOT have to abide by the hotel quarantine steps when entering the country. That means that the JATP cast and crew can get to filming right away instead of quarantining beforehand. To read more about this: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.lonelyplanet.com/amp/articles/canada-border-reopening

Amendment 6

On Charlie’s live yesterday (28 June 2021), Madison said that she got the second dose of the vaccine earlier in the day. In 14 days, she will be good to go on going out and such. Hopefully Jadah and Sonny have gotten at least their first dose. Gets us closer to being able to have the cast and crew together for the show.

Amendment 7

The National Law Review published an article on 2 July 2021 saying that fully vaccinated individuals will be able to travel between Canada and the US on 21 July or possibly sooner. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau says he wants 75% of Canadians to be fully vaccinated before allowing the border to be opened. With current numbers, it is believed this will be achieved in a few weeks time.

Amendment 8

The New York Times just reported that fully vaccinated Americans could be allowed into Canada by mid August and that people from other countries could be allowed to enter by September.

Amendment 9

It was just reported about two hours ago that Canada will allow vaccinated Americans in on 9 August. That is exactly 3 weeks from now on a Monday. Now all we have to focus on is protocols for safety while in Vancouver while filming.

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #jatp #renew jatp #renewjatpfors2 #madison reyes #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #jeremy shada #jadah marie #savannah lee may #sacha carlson #booboo stewart #tori caro #cheyenne jackson #kenny ortega

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saturnsummer · 3 years

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oh, how we’ve grown.

prompted by an anon from my ask here!

notes: this was probably the fic that stumped me on so many occasions, since it was really bittersweet. editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me! it took me longer than expected and i’m not sure if everyone would be able to catch on how i interpreted the group’s futures and personalities! if anyone would like to know more, do dm me! as always, enjoy and thank you for the support and love!

original prompt: I think Joon Hwi and Sol A was already dating during their 3L (since Sol A looked so comfortable acting flirty and cute aroud Joon Hwi on their way to the old man's trial). Now I wonder what happen with them during time skip and by the ending, what stage of relationship they are in. Can you write a fic or headcanon ab that? Thank you! 🥰

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it was finally the day of graduation.

joon hwi was beyond excited. he was nostalgic, sad and emotional, for sure. but after crying so many tears yesterday and the past week, he found it useless to cry any further. he lets the adrenaline set in for his new chapter lying ahead.

joon hwi was finally going to be a prosecutor.

his letter came in a few weeks after the bar exam. he counts himself lucky, being one of the students that helped to capture assemblyman ko, solve his uncle's murder, prove his professor's and his own innocence. all in his first year. it was no surprise that when he applied, they immediately wanted him. his grades were just the cherry on top to his stack of achievements. he was certainly overqualified for a guy who just passed the bar.

(well, he did pass the second round judicial exam.)

further than that, he was crowned valedictorian and was tasked to give a speech to his fellow batch mates. he had practiced his speech countless times, and he could recite it in his sleep by now. but he can’t quite place the feeling that he feels. his thoughts are all over and he can’t seem to keep his heart rate constant.

a knock on the door of his now empty dorm room distracts him from his thoughts. there, dressed in similar graduation robes, with long wavy brown hair is kang sol a, or to him, his kang sol. she walks in with a small smile on her face, but her smile fades away to a face of concern after studying his face. her eyes dart to the door, and she strides back to shut the door, giving him and her the privacy that he needs.

"what's troubling you?" she asks gently, taking his hand into hers. a quiet, simple gesture done by sol could soothe him so much. joon hwi is silent, not knowing why he’s so nervous. he’s done speeches and talked to crowds bigger than this. heck, he has testified for court. yet, the knot in his stomach refuses to cease.

“i don’t know… it’s nothing new, yet…” he trails off, avoiding his eyes with his girlfriend. his thoughts race through his head, but it leads back to his uncle, his samchoon, the man that brought him up: seo byungju.

“joon. joon, look at me.” sol brings a hand up to his cheek, gently raising it so it meets her eyes rather than the floor. joon hwi promised he wouldn’t be emotional today, yet he found his eyes glassy when he met sol’s eyes. as a tear slips, her fingers wipe it away gently.

“your uncle… he would be so proud of you to see the boy he raised achieve his dream.” sol says, a voice so quiet and soft, it seems to echo to joon hwi. she always knew what to say and always knew what was troubling him deep down, even if he denied it.

samchoon… are you proud of me?

“i’ll always be supporting you, like how your uncle did. when you’re on stage, if you feel intimidated, just look at my eyes, alright?” sol says, rubbing his cheek. he gives a small smile and nods slowly. taking his hand, sol intertwines it between her fingers, an action that he knows she only does when they are alone. an act so simple, yet his heart was so soothed by then.

joon hwi’s free hand reaches to the back of her head, as he lowers his slightly, so their forehead rest against each other. he breathes her perfume in, the one he bought for her a few months into their relationship, the one that she always wanted but could never buy. he takes slow breathes with her, her thumb rubbing his knuckle gently.

sol pulls away, much to joon hwi’s disappointment. he wanted her skin ship even more, just savouring her touch under his skin. sol notices his disappointment and only gives him a smile.

“they’re waiting for us. come, let’s go.” sol says softly, letting go of his hand after giving him a squeeze. he knows she hates being affectionate in public, even in front of their close friends. he gives her a quick peck on the top of her head before following behind her, walking to the lobby where they were.

“yah, hyung!” bokgi waved with enthusiasm, gathering the attention of the group. joonhwi maintains his composure and lets out a deep breath.

“nervous, hyung?” yebeom asks, his fingers fiddling.

“tch, it’s me. i’ll be fine.” joon hwi replies. it’s a half truth, now that sol is by his side.

“that’s why sol-noona had to find you, right?” bokgi teases, earning a nudge from yeseul. bokgi looks in mocked offence, but he recovers. everyone eyes at sol with prying eyes, the look of teasing on their faces. she takes this moment to shut her eyes, bring her hands up to face and shakes her head while sighing. these kids have literally nothing better to do than to just tease her and joon hwi.

“it’s time. you should go.” jiho says as he nods towards the lecture hall. the ceremony doesn’t start till half an hour later, but being valedictorian, he had preparations to do. they send joon hwi their last words of encouragement, but joon hwi was not going to leave unless he embarrassed his girlfriend a little longer.

his hand reaches up to sol’s hair, sweeping the curls behind her and cutely arranging her fringe the way she likes it. sol blushes as the group ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ in front of them. joon hwi knows she hates being so affectionate in front of her friends, but it’s always fun to tease. sol’s bright red and her face forms the smallest pout. joon hwi knows he’s achieved his mission.

“i’ll see you later.” he says with a wink and walks away, hearing the tease from yebeom and sol squeaking back.

when he’s on stage later, giving his speech, the words fall out of his mouth effortlessly. but the only thing that changes is that his eyes are fixed on the warm brown eyes of sol. as he addresses his late uncle at the end, he pauses and takes a deep breath. sol looks at him and gives him an encouraging nod. he ends his speech, eyes never once leaving her gaze, as the student body claps for him and he takes a bow.

one by one, the students are told to line up and take their certificates on stage from dean oh. she gives the seven graduates a knowing smile when they step on stage, knowing how much they’ve been through, after being swept up by their problems in their first and second years. even after all that, they managed to graduate with excellent results.

when they gather to take their photos (taken by seungjae, who decided to attend their graduation. it was the least he could do to show his support.), joon hwi swears he sees his uncle standing at the rock by the entrance of the school. he swears he sees the knowing silhouette of the tall man, grey hair and his metal spectacles. but what warms him the most is the smile of seo byung ju’s face and the slight nod.

yes, my boy. i’m so proud of you.

with that, joon hwi lets himself smile as seungjae snaps the camera.

(he doesn’t notice his blurred vision from his tears, but rather blames it on the sun hurting his eyes.)

-----

the group takes individual shots of themselves, even jiho and sol b are smiling when their photos are taken. sol doesn’t lose a chance to tease her roomie about her cute smile, one she only reserved for limited situations.

joon hwi watches as his friends spread out across the field to meet their family, sharing the good news of graduation and their new starting jobs. the smiles on the parent’s faces warms his heart deeply, somehow, even though he’s standing alone.

jiho was going to be a prosecutor with joon hwi in their new office. jiho could care less about joon hwi, but he can’t help but admit that it comforted him knowing a familiar face to be in his office in about two weeks. after all, they did share a room for three years.

sol b, against her mother’s wishes, has decided to take a gap year. her mother initially planned for her to continue her training, securing her route to being a judge. but sol b has had enough of her mother’s toxicity. as they went through therapy as a family, sol b had expressed as best as she could her need to discover what she wants for herself, not what her mother wants for her. what she will be doing in her gap year is still undecided, but she has chosen to move out for the time being.

yeseul was going to be in a firm that mostly did cases of women rights. while she initially was hesitant, bokgi encouraged her to take this opportunity, using her experience and her trial as a voice to the other victims. from time to time, she promised professor kim that she would come back to help at the legal clinic.

bokgi, on the other hand, had finally achieved his dream of being a human rights lawyer. while he was upset that he couldn’t work near yeseul, his spirits were immediately lifted when he heard that yebeom was going to be working just at the building across from him, another big law firm. (it was settled that as much as they went through, the bok-beom duo was never to be separated.)

sol, on the other hand, accepted her first job at attorney park’s firm, ironically. just when she had her first internship, she remembers screaming that she would never work with crooked lawyers like him. sol chose to work with him, as a return of the many favours she owes professor yang, starting with the one from high school. it was the most she could do for her role model.

joon hwi observes as he notices the proud faces of mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, and spots the few sightings of grandparents. somehow, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. his parents, the two individuals he had a short-lived relationship with had long passed. his uncle, the closest thing he had to a father had too passed. he can’t even guess where his aunts or other distant relatives are. his distant relatives probably don’t remember him, and neither does joon hwi.

a small body crashing into him breaks his flow of thoughts, as he looks down to see who it is. byeol wraps her arms around joon hwi’s waist happily and joon hwi breaks into laughter, realising who it is and lifting her before spinning her. she’s giggling in a mess as joon hwi spots sol’s mother and her walking to them.

“ah, hello, mrs kang.” joon hoi greets with formality. sol’s mother playfully smacks his arm with a smile, clearly embarrassed from such formality.

“ah! how many times have i said to not call me that, joon hwi-ah! at this point, you should just call me halmeoni!” she says, earning a big laugh from joon hwi and sol’s face burning with embarrassment.

“umma! don’t say things like this!” sol squeaks back. joon hwi only smiles and insists to call her ‘mrs kang’. byeol is getting introduced to their friends as bokgi and yebeom play a game of tag with her. sol’s mother stands by sol, her hand on her back and her other rubbing joon hwi’s back.

“joon hwi-ah, i hope you know how proud i am of you. sol has told me your own fair share of troubles. i know... you don’t have much of a mother figure in your life, but as your girlfriend’s mother, i hope you know i treat you like my own.” sol’s mother comments to him, holding both his hands in her warm ones. “more than just tutoring my daughter and helping her, you got through your troubles on your own.” joon hwi can only smile as he suppresses the emotions.

“your parents must be so glad to have such a righteous son.”

joon hwi, for a moment, is reminded of his limited memories with his parents. he doesn't remember much, being so young when they died. but how his mother would teach him the importance of kindness and compassion. his father would teach him to be strong, to stand up for the bullies that picked on the poorer kids in his preschool.

hearing his girlfriend’s mother tell him that, he couldn’t help but just pull her into a warm hug. sol joins in from behind, enveloping them with a warm that joon hwi was unable to explain. burying his face into the older woman’s hair, he lets himself be a child, as she rubs his back and holds him lovingly.

for the first time in his life, he finally experiences the warmth of a mother’s hug.

-----

as the field starts clearing out, the seven graduates and seungjae are left behind. their families have gone home, leaving them on the field, laid down in a circle, heads together. there was just silence, as they breathed in the air of hankuk university once more.

once more, as students.

once more, as graduates.

once more, before they step into their next phase.

“i’ll really miss you guys.” sol says quietly. yeseul, lying next to her, nods, although no one can see.

“we’ll meet up. especially you, seungjae-hyung! don’t be shy to ask for babysitters!” bokgi announces, earning a smile from seungjae. they slowly got up from the grass, dusting off the dirt and making their way back once more to the university lobby.

this was the place where these eight students met, all with different objectives and from all walks of life. yet, as different as they are, they got along and went through hell together, for each other. the short lived three years were filled with so many troubles, yet they pulled through together.

truly, they were more than friends. they were family.

seungjae took his leave first, being the family man he was. yebeom had to rush to a family event, and yeseul was going to catch a meal with bokgi. (yeseul promised bokgi to give him a chance once they graduated, and so she kept her promise.) jiho and solb were silently headed off in the same direction with their only conversation being “i’ll drop you off” by jiho and solb nodding. (joon hwi and sol only eye them, making mental notes to tease their ex-roommates.)

“are you going home?” joon hwi asks as sol grabs her bag. after graduating, sol made the decision to move home for the time being, to pay off her loans and support her family and ease her mother of some financial burden. joon hwi has opted many times to help, even wanting to pay off her loans. he had no loans, and after he sold his uncle’s mansion, he had a huge sum of money along with the inheritance. but sol couldn’t do it, she needed to work for this herself.

“yeah. i promised byeol i’ll help her with her work and catch a movie with her too. it’s been long since i could just spend time with her.” sol says. the lobby was now empty, with a few students walking in and out. sol looks at the lady justice statue, almost reminded of the many times she stared at it to remind herself of why she chose law. why she chose this profession.

together, they walk out, holding hands for the first time openly in their school. they were no longer students, and there was no point hiding from others anymore. she was just kang sol; he was just han joon hwi. no more ‘second round judicial pass’, no more ‘uncle killing nephew’, no more ‘klutz’, no more ‘twin failure’. just them.

joon hwi takes the bus to sol’s home, still in the ground floor apartment by an alley. sol’s mother invites him in, but he quickly declines, saying he needs to run some errands back at his own apartment. well, it wasn’t a lie. he just shifted in and he certainly had to clean and unpack.

when the apartment is packed with law books stacked neatly in his bookcase, the floor dusted and mopped, furniture clean and the fridge stocked with fresh groceries, he picks his phone to find seungjae sending the group their photos. there’s numerous comments on how yebeom is already missing us, and even jiho gives a ‘tch’ as a reply in the chat. he notices an unread text from his professor and opens the chat box.

you’re on my speed dial for cases. don’t ignore me.

joon hwi scoffs. he sets his phone aside as he flops back on his bed, for the first time processing all that has happened.

he can’t wait for the future.

(on his wall, he hangs a childhood photo of him and his uncle. on the frame, it has a tag with his daily reminder to judge fairly, and to make sure no one suffers unjustly.)

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the next few years for joonhwi are an adventure. his experience in the prosecution office is busy and stressful, but with jiho working just next door, he finds comfort in having him by his side. he battles many cases, slowly but surely, making a name for himself. instead of being known as the man that solved his uncle’s murder, he was now known as the prosecutor that never loses.

the study group kept in touch, meeting every two weeks for dinner at a barbecue place. somedays, they drank. on others, they just chatted and kept the plates of pork coming. seungjae did his best to join, but with his toddler kid, things were difficult.

seungjae took a year after his hearing to be with his wife, and take care of her during her pregnancy. he then decided to work as a forensic examiner. if he couldn't practice law and help people with it, the least he could was to uphold it and enforce it. his job was new and interesting, but he humbled himself to push through his training. he meets the group when they are dealing with criminal cases and helps them out as best he can.

the study group also took turns meeting his kid, and would always love babysitting. sol, as expected, was the best with chaotic duo bokgi and yebeom. instead of dinners some nights, they met at his house to catch up with him and spoil his kid. (seungjae couldn’t stop it. when the kid was born, he immediately gained 7 new aunts and uncles, ready to spoil and pamper him.)

his relationship with sol grew as well. working such long working days was tough, but they tried their best. sol would sometimes deliver homemade stews to his apartment and joon hwi would deliver jjajamyeon with her extra pickles on some nights. they met on the weekends, where they would just go to the park and take strolls or hole up in joon hwi’s apartment to work on their cases together.

sol was doing exceptionally well as a new attorney, almost successfully appealing to all her clients. her clients love her, not only for winning, but for always being so caring to them. many say she still keeps in contact with some clients, even after the case has been closed. while she thinks it is no big deal, sol’s career was climbing up. her loans were fully paid, and she has begun looking into apartments for her family and her to shift out of. that alley brought too much danger, especially with byeol growing into a teenager and her mother’s joints weakening.

sol b took that gap year to work at an administrative office at a law firm, before deciding to continue her law career to gain experience before moving forward to be a judge. throughout the gap year, she split her time on herself and therapy, as well as on her study group. she found herself wanting to be a judge, not for her mother, but for herself.

jiho and sol b also started dating each other shortly after they graduated, when joon hwi spotted sol b and jiho holding hands when he was leaving his office. they only told the group a few months later. but of course, everyone knew by then. ever since then, they caught sol b and jiho smiling a bit more, even if their smiles were just the slight curl at the corner of the lips.

yebeom was doing well in his law firm, handling mostly small cases, but he was content since he had a fun time handling the many cases and making visits to meet clients instead of being stuck in the office. bokgi was a human rights lawyer, with most of his cases about the discrimination of citizens in any aspect. he fought for the rights of those of different sexual orientations, races and religions and was extremely happy being able to do that.

yeseul was defending women of all walks of life, from their unequal treatment to domestic abuse. she was passionate and has made headlines a few times over the years when she chose to speak out about her story. she was well known in this area, being the first few lawyers to be a victim of domestic abuse and defending them. she also kept in contact with professor kim and made regular visits at the legal clinic.

bokgi and her only started dating a year after the graduated. bokgi respected the reasons and her space and yeseul found herself falling in love with him. after all, he stood by her all this while for the whole three years and have seen her at her worst. more than that, he treated her with respect and loved her equally, even after all that.

one day, as joon hwi and sol spent their day on the sofa at joon hwi’s apartment, joon hwi was nervous to ask this question. sol was busy looking at different apartment listings.

“sol, can i ask you something?” joon hwi asks, grabbing her hand. sol nodded, eyes still focussed on her screen.

“would you... would you want to move in with me?” sol’s hand stops scrolling as the words sink in and she slowly faces her boyfriend.

“i... i don’t know. i mean, byeol and umma will be left alone, right?” sol says, her voice quiet and soft.

“we can live near them. i think the lease of the apartment is ending soon, anyways.” joon squeezes her hand.

“but... i don’t know if i have enough money to get an apartment for them and us. joon, i really want to, i really do. but...” sol’s eyes are uncertain, and joon hwi sees her eyes guilty, almost like she feels bad for saying that.

“we can get the apartment in instalments. you can buy one for your mom and byeol first and we will slowly pay for ours.” he says. placing a finger under her chin, he raises it so her eyes meet hers. “sol, they are going to be alright on their own.”

sol nods her head and reaches up to pull her boyfriend’s face to hers, letting their lips connect. his lips are soft against hers, as she taste the slight coffee taste from his mug. it’s almost frenzy, from what started as a simple kiss lead to a fight for dominance. without knowing, sol is straddling joon hwi, as his hands pull back her long hair.

when they pull away, he feels her hot breath on his face, and her face burning red, embarrassed at how she acted.

“should we get back to looking at apartments?” joon hwi asks, a small smile on his face, ultimately an act of tease to her. she quickly nods and climbs off of him as they look at apartments together. joon hwi gives her a knowing smirk, before sol swats his arm and they resume scrolling.

and it was true, when professor yang had him on speed dial.

he was just about to leave for a coffee and bother jiho for a bit at his office one day, when a call came in from professor yang.

“han joon hwi.”

“professor.”

“you’re needed, now. meet me at hankuk university in thirty minutes.” and the call disengages. it was a habit of his professor’s, to give blunt replies and just cut off without saying goodbye. he slips on his blazer and grabs his briefcase before picking up the call from sol instinctively. so much for listening to orders, even though he wasn’t a student anymore.

“called you too?” he asks once he picks up, scribbling on a post it note, noting his early leave from the office.

“what else? gosh, i really hate it when he hangs up like that.” sol replies, a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

“i’ll pick you.” joon hwi says, as he leaves his office, then knocks on jiho’s door. jiho’s head pops up from his laptop, before nodding in acknowledgement.

“no, don’t bother. i’ve already caught the train.” sol replies and joon hwi hears the familiar beeping of train doors. sol knows she’s got to hang up soon, if she doesn’t want to irritate other commenters on the train.

“love you.” he says back. sol’s face is blushing red, but she’s lucky everyone on the train was busy on their phone.

“i love you too.” she whispers before hanging up and storing her phone away in her handbag.

when they meet at the doors of hankuk university each time they are called in for a case, they can’t help but to think of how far they’ve come. sol, the girl with bad grades and on a scholarship. joon hwi, the top student with a hidden secret. yet in a matter of years, they blossomed together with their friends on their routes.

professor yang is by the lady justice statue, and when he looks up to see his students stroll in with authority and confidence, he gives a knowing smile.

shall we start?

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❆on a winter’s day | reader x hyunjin |❆

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin

Genre: the fluffiest smut

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, extrovert!reader, introvert!hyunjin, virgin!hyunjin, dancer!reader, dancer!hyunjin minho and jisung side characters, minsung if you turn your head upside down, slow burn, that sweet sweet build up, first time, meet cute, college au, sexual tension, mentions of food, praising, oral (m&f recieving), marking, fingering (f recieving), protected sex, aftercare, hyunjin is the softest boi in this one

Word count: 4.3k

Requested: By a lovely anon! You can read the original ask/post right before this one!

“and five, six, seven, eight!”

The cool of the hardwood flooring beneath your tired heels squeaked from the movement of twenty dancers throwing their bodies to the left. Each and every one of you were reflected in the mirror in front of you: bodies twisting like the curl of a ribbon and arms outstretched. You winced as your knee hit the ground and you hurled your body into a type of somersault. As soon as you were back on your feet, you bent your spine backwards reaching out as far behind you as you could. For a couple moments, the whole world was turned upside down.

It was then when you saw him. His silver hair was tied up, and his brow glistened with sweat. There was nothing else in his eyes other than pure focus.

It was breathtaking.

one, two, you counted in your head.

Next came the hardest part.

Everyone leapt in sync, creating a resonating thud once you all landed.

Thank God that you landed it that time. To your right, your friend Minho scoffed slightly, likely teasing you for finally jumping at the same time as everyone else.

three, four

The group crashed down to the floor again, this time you had to use all your strength to roll, then pull yourself up without help from your hands. You had been practicing it for weeks.

You could feel Minho’s eyes boring into you while you attempted.

You were able to do it, but it wasn’t nearly as fluid as him. How had you never noticed how amazingly his body flowed?

“and five, six!” Your instructor clapped. The music faded as you all sunk down to the floor again, trying to make it appear as if you were dissipating into it. “Very good job everyone!” She beamed and applauded you all who finally let your heaving breaths be heard. “Excellent improvement from you all!”

You couldn’t even stand up from the floor you were so exhausted. The aggressive florescent lights burned your eyes and you considered taking a nap right there.

“You did it!” A foot kicked you. Looming over you were your two friends Minho and Jisung shoving towels onto each other’s faces. “Were you counting like I told you to do?” Minho expectantly leaned in.

“yes,” You answered a little annoyed, not as much at him, but at yourself. You could have done even better.

“We told you that you could do it. It’s just the mental block man.” Jisung offered you a hand up.

Once you were vertical again, a little wave of dizziness hit you.

“Wanna go out to celebrate?”

Your usual friend group circled around you with their bags in hand.

“Finally got it this time, L/n?” They patted you on the back. Besides hip-hop being your specialty in a contemporary class, you still seemed to get along with everyone easily. On the first day of class when you literally announced that you didn’t want to be there, everyone warmed up to you pretty quickly. You didn’t want to lie and pretend that you were all about throwing your body around like that. Of course you thought contemporary was beautiful, just not your thing. Graduation requirements said otherwise.

“Do you need me to carry you outta here?” Jisung joked at your dazed expression. Truthfully, your head was still spinning a little.

“Only very certain people get to carry me Han Jisung, and unfortunately you are not one of them.” You quipped back, and a few of your friends snarked chuckles at him.

He put his hands up in defeat. “I was just offering.”

Across the room, your eyes found him again. He had put his bag a bit of ways away from everyone else’s. He guzzled down his water, bobbing his sharp Adam’s apple. He then tore his hair tie out and ruffled his hair around which was damp at the roots. Everything that he did was so effortless.

“Hey,” you nudged Minho, “You know who he is?”

“Him? That’s Hwang Hyunjin. I dunno much about him, he’s pretty quiet, I haven’t heard much about him within the school either. Amazing dancer though. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah...”

Hyunjin pulled a black pullover past his head.

“You coming with us?” Minho snapped you back.

“No-uh, I think that I’m gonna stay a little while.”

“Suit yourself, I know that it’s gonna be delicious.” He teased and turned to throw his arm around Jisung while the group walked out.

The silvery-haired boy zipped up his bag as if he was near leaving. Your throat became unexplainably tight. Your legs started moving towards him before you could tell them to.

“You popped up behind him. “Hyunjin, right?”

He whipped around startled, with his gorgeous brown eyes widening. “...yes?”

“I wanted to tell you that I saw you dancing today and you’re really good. It looks like its so easy for you. I wish that I could be like that.”

“Oh...thank you.” He gave you a kind smile.

shit, he was so cute.

“Soooo, what’s your secret?” You attempted to keep him there for just a moment longer.

“My secret?” His eyes became puzzled.

“Yeah, like, to how you’ve gotten so good?”

“I just...practice.”

“Huh...”

The door to the practice room clicked one last time and the two of you were alone.

“I noticed that all of your moves flow really nicely to the next, you’re not stiff at all, it’s like your body never stops evolving with the motions.”

“thank you...” Hyunjin hushed shyly and twiddled with his hair.

“Maybe you could teach me? Teach me how to make my technique better? I’m just so robotic sometimes.”

“...sure.” He hesitantly said with a growing tiny grin. “Like right now?”

“Oh! I mean it doesn’t have to be right now right now, just like when you have some time I was thinking.”

“I have a little time right now.” He began taking off his coat which he had just put on.

“Oh really?” You felt your cheeks get a little warm. You certainly weren’t expecting him to say yes so quickly.

“Do-do you have time?” He worriedly asked.

“--Yeah!”

“Okay...let’s get started then.”

✦✧✦✧

The music from Hyunjin’s phone echoed over the speakers and you attempted the twirls again. You were able to execute the timing, but each one felt more inelastic than the last. God, your whole body was aching to stop, but it couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him watching you and observing your every movement.

“What should I change about it this time?” You struggled to take in breaths.

Hyunjin looked you up and down, with that same focus from before. With someone as picturesque as him, he looked a little stern when he examined you, which scared you a little, but excited you at the same time.

“You need to take the strain out of your hips, they’re geting in the way you need to let you whole body fall into it. Focus on your legs. Like this:”

He spun in front of you with his leg pointed out. With the twist of his body his silver hair swept along with him.

“You know what I mean?” He gently asked.

“--yes, I think so.”

“Your hips are your anchor, but don’t let them stop you.” Hyunjin stepped up closer to you, hesitantly going to grab your waist with his hands. It was then when you realized how big and powerful they were. His sudden gesture made your heart beat even faster than it already was.

“Pivot like...this.” He turned you a little to the left.

“Oh.”

He lead your hips into the pivot a couple more times to show you. His hands were so warm.

He quickly removed his hands, embarrassed, like he had been doing something he should not have been. He walked away from you and you took notice of his shoulder blades curving under the thin fabric of his sleeveless shirt.

“Do you wanna stop now? I think I’ve done as much as I can for today.”

He nodded and removed his phone from the sound system.

✦✧✦✧

Outside of the arts building, snow had picked back up again after flurrying the whole night long. Everything around had been covered in a beautiful blanket of white.

“Well, I’m headed off this way.” You head nodded to your bus station a couple blocks down. “Thank you for helping me by the way.”

“For sure! I...liked helping you out.”

“Really?”

Hyunjin immediately made a startled little face upon realizing what he had said and you laughed a little at him.

He pulled his chunky scarf up higher to his chin. “Actually...I um, live down that way too.”

“Do you take the 12 bus too?”

He nodded. Little snowflakes had begun to get caught in his hair like a little halo.

“Well then let’s get going! We don’t wanna miss the last bus!”

✦✧✦✧

It was rush hour, so naturally the two of you had to stand on the bus of packed people. The air inside was chilly and it smelled of old dusty coats that had just recently been taken out for the fist snow. You thought it was a little funny how every five seconds or so someone would sniffle in there.

“I’ve seen you in class too.” Hyunjin finally said something after a while of you two being pushed pretty close next to eachother. “Dancing and other stuff, everyone really seems to like you, you’re really good at making people laugh.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You didn’t quite know how to respond to him. “I don’t really have a problem putting myself out there much, I’ve always really believed in just being me, you know? And not letting others determine who I am around them. That or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice.”

He giggled a little then pulled the string nearby the window.

stop requested. The robot bus voice said.

“You’re not stalking me or anything are you?” You rose an eyebrow at him, which scared him more that you had expected.

“No..? What do you mean?”

“This is my stop too.”

Your boots crunched into the snow of the side walk and you thanked the bus driver. Hyunjin got off after you with his hands in his pockets. The two of you stood there in the snow for a moment, something weirdly unsaid lingering between the two of you. Something felt unfinished but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He genuinely was so sweet, you sneakily wanted to be around him for just a little longer.

Hyunjin stammered, but confidently got out, “Do you want to get something to eat? Right now?”

It was if he had read your mind. You were glad that he had asked, and a little surprised too. He waited attentively for you to answer, still looking a little nervous; even looking like that he was terribly adorable.

“I’d love to.” You smiled back at him causing him to sigh in relief.

“Is there anywhere that you like?” He led the both of you on.

You pondered for a moment, then remembered. You cringed out the words, “Actually...I really shouldn’t be spending money right now; I need to get a lot better at saving...”

You almost slapped yourself in the face after saying such a thing and seeing how crestfallen he had become. It was true, but technically he didn’t need to know that.

“Or! I mean, we could go to my place and I could I dunno, whip something up? I should have something...”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to be eating away your food.”

“No really! It’s fine, come on, I’m just down this block.”

✦✧✦✧

It was only seconds before you opened the door to your apartment that you remembered how embarrassingly messy it was. You and your two roommates were the best of friends, but horribly matched when it came to being cleanly. The three of you just chalked it up to you all being “creative minds.” You all went to arts school after all.

“Just...don’t look--sorry, it’s really messy in there, I wasn’t really expecting to bring anyone over.”

“I don’t care.” Hyunjin politely said and watched you unlock the door.

“We just call it creative madness.”

When you walked in even you tried hard to not look at the mess and got straight to work rummaging around your cabinets.

“Does spaghetti with sauce sound good?”

He nodded and neatly arranged his coat, shoes and bag at the door.

He wandered over to the large windows of your living area. “You have a really nice view.”

“Ah thanks,” You clicked on the stove. “Makes the price of the rent worth it,” you lowered your voice “fuckin’ swindlers.”

Your eyes wandered to the island in your kitchen full of all kinds of crap: baking supplies, art supplies, old mail, textbooks, mismatched pairs of gloves.

“It would probably be best if we ate in my room,” You let up. “You can barely sit here.”

Hyunjin nodded and turned to keep watching the snow peacefully. While you cooked, he didn’t say much but you couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, nearly burning yourself on the saucepan. He changed the room by just merely exisiting in it. You truly couldn’t imagine how you had never noticed him before.

✦✧✦✧

“Thank you for cooking for me, that was really good.”

You waved his compliment off with the swipe of your hand. “It’s really nothing, you should see my roommate, she’s a culinary science major. Wait! Let me go get something real quick.”

You smiled at your little surprise and shuffled back to the kitchen, putting the two little raspberry and chocolate cupcakes on plates with equally little forks.

“Ta-da! These are to die for. I wish I could take the credit; these are just one of the benefits of having a roommate that’s constantly experimenting.”

Hyunjin took in a careful bite and his eyes widened into moons.

“I know right!? She’s a genius.”

Silence filled the air between you as you ate more. You couldn’t help but feel so completely and utterly cozy in the moment. The sun had nearly set and you had set your heater up in your room along with some Christmas music to softly play in the background. The only regret that you had was the candle you had lit which was just a little too sweet. You started to wonder after you two had finished, what would happen next? Would he leave? Greedily, a feeling seeped into you like before, you still didn’t want him to leave.

“That was amazing.” He placed his plate down.

“You know what?” Your brash confidence pushing through once more. “Your hair, the silver, it’s just so pretty. I can’t stop looking at it.”

He instantly became flustered. “Oh...thank you, I’ve been thinking about dying it like this for a really long time now and I finally did it. It sounds kinda dumb, but I didn’t wanna do anything that would draw attention to myself.”

“...can I touch it?”

Hyunjin looked a little shocked, but eagerly nodded.

You started by thumbing through some of the longer strands towards his shoulders: it was just as soft as you imagined. You then started from the top running your hand all the way down, admiring the way that it looked like it shimmered a little. You had gotten so caught up in him that you didn’t notice that he had closed his eyes.

“pretty.” You cooed.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked.

“Hmm?”

“Is it weird to say that I feel like really comfortable around you? Is that weird?”

“No, not at all.” You continued running your hands through the silver strands, somehow you had leaned in a lot closer to him than you had been before.

He looked at you with his doe-like brown eyes. You could have sworn that they were glistening. Your eyes fell a little lower to his lips, they looked wonderfully kissable and plump. From that moment your brain furiously wondered what they tasted like. His eyes fell a little too.

He leaned in first, catching you completely off guard. He kissed you so carefully and gently, his mouth parted just slightly; it was heavenly. You could still taste the chocolate and the raspberry on his lips. He sighed a little into your mouth like he was relaxing himself. In many ways, the way in which he kissed you made you feel like he cared for nothing else in the world, just you. Your cupped his face in your hands, tracing your thumbs against his jawline.

That was it. You were absolutely crazy for him.

You broke for a moment and he turned into a huge, rosy, smiling mess. The two of you giddily giggled at how happy you were over what had just happened. You shuffled your own plate off the bed to silently invite him to lay down which he did obediently. Now he seemed less hesitant, but more excited.

You swung your legs around both sides of him and kissed him more on his smiling lips. At this point, you had convinced yourself that nothing in this world was sweet as him. His hands found their way to your back, where he ran his fingers down, making you shiver delightfully at the touch. His hands finally found your waist which he grabbed onto firmly. He pulled you down into him so your bodies were flush and you could feel all of his warmth. Once you were this close, he started kissing you back more wantonly, gasping a little in between.

“You’re so beautiful Hyunjinnie.” You snuck in between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He let an airy laugh fall into your lips then brought one of his hands to tangle in you hair. All at once, your hands yearned to explore the soft of his skin everywhere. Outside your window the snow still silently fell and the golden sunset faded into the skyline’s horizon.

You knew how excited you had become, where together your hips grinded together. Your head spun thinking about having someone as beautiful as him give your body attention.

Hyunjin broke, holding your eyes seriously. “I-I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

“Of course, I would love that.” You melted.

“--But...I think you’ll have to tell me how...I haven’t done this before, sorry..”

The fact that he had shared this with you made him even more adorable.

“Don’t apologize, I can show you everything.” You whispered into his ear with a prideful grin. “But first, can I first help you?”

He gulped, “Yes.”

“I want to show you that you’re worth the attention, you’re worth all of it.”

You helped him pull off his sweater, and then his sleeveless shirt revealing his toned and pale chest, just waiting for your lips. You didn’t want to move too fast however, or risk scaring him.

“Just relax okay?”

You planted kisses everywhere you could: on his collarbones, his stomach and on his ribs, right over his heart. Even from the simplest of touches from you he seemed to unravel.

“You’re breathtaking.” You said onto his skin.

You couldn’t stop yourself from sucking a little harder than you planned, drawing little purple marks against his milky-white skin. He looked like pure art.

“Can I go down a little further?”

“Mmhmm.” He got out, with eyes closed shut trying to control himself.

You slipped his joggers down, revealing his quivering member, which was enticingly long even hidden by his briefs. He had already stained them a little with pre cum.

“oh my god.” you whispered, enamored. You couldn’t wait a single second further.

He timidly watched as you completely striped him, then tore off our own shirt and pants to make it a little more even.

“Tell me stop if you want me to, okay?”

He pleaded with desperate eyes, “Don’t stop.”

First you teased him just a little by running your tongue flat up and down and around his length, wetting your tongue with one hand and slowly pumping. You moved on to then twist around the head which had grown painfully hard. His breaths wavered and he let out little moans in desperation. You took him in at last, bobbing your head steadily.

“ mmm, that feels so good.” Hyunjin moaned out breathlessly.

You kept on, but not for too much longer, you didn’t want him finishing quite yet. He looked a little dejected when you stopped, but you swooped up to kiss him more. You took up his left hand and kissed him all the way up to his wrist and into his palm. His fingertips brushed over your lips, as gentle as one would with a flower petal.

“You want to touch me now?”

“--Yes.”

You unclipped your bra for him and laid back. For this he didn’t need any instruction. He immediately took your breast in his hand, squeezing and and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples; you reveled under his touch. He lowered to suck lightly on the bud, pulling at it lightly with his lips. His teeth grazed you slightly but you didn’t care, you fucking loved it.

“That feels amazing.” You whispered as you watched him. He was sure to give both of your nipples attention.

“I want you.” You said with hot breath. “I want your tongue.”

He looked a little bewildered, but determined after what you had said. He slid down your body, giving you kisses the whole way down like you had done to him.

He nibbled a bit on your thighs. “Tell me how you like it.”

By the second his confidence grew more and more and it was addicting.

You started by rubbing yourself a little so he knew where to start. “In circles, you can go fast or slow, I like both, and you can suck on it too if you’d like.

He lowered, and you swung one of you legs over his shoulder which he palmed into. He started painfully slow, kitten licking carefully; he didn’t know it, but he was teasing the hell out of you. Nevertheless, you whole body began to shake a little with each lick.

“Flatten your tongue out...like that, you can go a little faster, yes...just like that.”

He had closed his eyes and settled into a rhythm, and you dug your heels into the bed. It was astonishing how quickly he got the hang of it. You whimpered out while he continued.

“fuck, Hyunjin--”

He sped up a little, your first orgasm was close by.

“Your fingers, like this.” You held up your pointer and middle together to show him. “Fuck me like that.

He did as he was told, sliding them in with ease over how wet you had become. His fingers were long and slender; addictive. He pumped in and out while your pussy made ungodly sounds. You felt so close you were lightheaded.

“Curl your fingers up, like this.” You showed him again. He continued going fast, taking a hint from your quickened breaths.

You came with white heat, clawing at the comforter on the bed. You only gave yourself a few more moments before pulling him up towards you. “I want you inside me.”

You scrambled with the drawer of your nightstand to rip a condom off from the strand that you kept, tearing it open for him. He was a little flustered, but put it on quickly; he was dripping even more for you. Your lips connected as you laid down, and he aligned himself on top of you. It was then when you saw how pink his chest had flushed. You opened your folds for him, and he started to guide himself in. He filled you up perfectly, and he groaned out once the two of you were connected.

“it’s so tight.” He shivered.

Your fingers latched on to the skin of his hips as you guided him lightly up and down. He buried his face into your shoulder as little euphoric moans slipped past his lips. After a moment, he was able to find his pace, grazing you deep inside. You let him take control as he thrust into you, leaving your arms to wrap around his broad back. You pulled his face over to kiss him, the both of you loosing yourself in the other.

“You make me feel, so, so good, baby,” You hushed into his ear.

He panted, “I-I’m gonna cum soon.”

It took all your strength to flip him off of you, and to land in his lap. He groaned with his hands getting lost journeying all around your body--anywhere he could touch. You took over, riding him and rolling your hips fast with both of your palms flat on his chest riddled with hickies. Like this, you thought that he looked practically angelic. Both of you chased your orgasms together, erupting at nearly the same time, and you ravished in him throbbing inside.

You laughed a little together in sheer bliss and he flinched a little when you slid off of him.

“Did that all feel good for you? Are you okay?” You pecked his nose.

“Yes. It felt like nothing else.”

You stood up, adjusting your frazzled hair and putting on a fresh set of comfy clothes. “Stay right there okay?”

You went to grab him a towel and clean himself off with, handing him his clothes one by one as he dressed. You brought the plates back to the kitchen coming back with a large glass of ice cool water, then offered it to him. He guzzled it letting a little drop fall down his neck.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Do you wanna...stay a little longer?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You blew the candle out and dimmed the lights, adjusting a blanket for the two of you to crawl under. Hyunijn followed you under, sweeping you deep into his arms.

Just a little bit longer. You thought to yourself. Stay with me.

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nalu4emily · 3 years

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To Love and To Cherish

A short of how Natsu and Lucy welcome their first baby into the world.

"I-I can't... I can't do this!" She panted, her breaths short but heavy as yet another wave of pain tore through her middle.

A cry escaped her lips; the pressure too much to bare. Her mind no longer capable of rational thought as the contraction reached its peak, "I-it hurts..."

She whimpered as the intensity settled once again, her heart beating right out of her chest at the anticipation and dread of the next looming shock wave that was sure to send her over the edge. She couldn't take any more; she didn't want this any more. For the pain to stop was her only thought, the fear and panic cut deep within her chocolate irises.

He felt helpless, like a spare part that no longer had any use, just sat there watching his love and best friend go through a hell he would never be able to experience. It was gut wrenching, his heart ached for her, wishing that this part would be over already, to give her the rest she so desperately needed after hours and hours with little respite.

She gripped his hand, feeling another, stronger wave about to take hold and there was nothing she could do but ride it out. Gritting her teeth, she felt it come hard and fast, taking her breath away. Unable to hold back, a blood curdling scream shattered the room, the glass of the open windows threatening to break.

He held her, her grip so tight he was losing circulation but it didn't matter, he was her anchor, the one that'd been with her every step of the way and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see this through. To give her the strength she needed to carry on was his only goal.

As she began to calm once more, she rolled to her side, her dripping wet face and rosy red cheeks came into full view. He swept her hair back away from her sticky skin and stroked down her clammy cheek, leaning forward to kiss her forehead and whisper his will of encouragement, the only thing he could offer right now.

"You can do this, Lucy. You're already doing it and look how far you've come." Feeling her grab a hold of his neck, she drew him in firmly, giving him the chance to embrace her too, his hands cradling her head and shoulders, "That's it, Luce. You've got this! You're doing amazingly, and soon we'll have our baby here."

Listening to the calming tone of his voice, she bore down, using the rest of her strength to push as hard as she could, even if it felt like her insides were on fire. With each pain staking minute, she fought with all she had, with one hard push after another—she’d finally exhausted herself.

"Baby's head is born. One more good push, Lucy, and you'll have your baby." Porlyusica said, feeling sympathy for the young girl who’d reached her limit many hours ago, but had no choice but to keep going—Such was the way of childbirth.

"You hear that, Lucy? I told ya; I knew you could do this!" He reiterated, trying to keep positive for Lucy’s sake. She looked completely wiped out and would need all the love and care he could give to her after this. “Just one more big push, Luce, and it’ll all be over.”

"Please, just get this baby out of me!" The celestial mage cried, another wave making her shiver and convulse, but she pushed through with all her might, "Natsu!" She screamed, almost pulling him into the bed with her.

With one last almighty push, he felt her body finally collapse under him and let go, panting heavily as the sudden feeling of pure relief entered her system. He barely had enough time to move, before a squirming, bloody baby was brought up and placed upon Lucy’s heaving chest. It’s lungs filling with air for the first time and letting out the sweetest little cry as it adjusted to its new world.

“You have a baby girl.” Both new parents heard in the distance, too enraptured by the little life that’d been given to them to truly acknowledge what’d been said. Porlyusica reached up to towel the baby down, and placed a blanket around her wriggling body, “You still have the placenta to birth and the umbilical cord needs to be cut, but as soon as that’s done, Wendy can get to work on healing you.”

The young mother had zoned out, to her the only people present at that moment was her and her baby. Her body ached and felt more sore than it ever had done, her eyes burned with exhaustion and the area between her legs felt unimaginably bruised and swollen. Yet, her mind focused solely on the infant that was snuggled up on her chest, looking just as beaten and swollen as she did.

Natsu watched from the side, giving him a front row seat to a mother meeting her baby for the first time and by god, did she look good like it. In fact, Lucy had never looked more stunning in his eyes, after everything she’d been through, the ability to now seem so calm as she stroked her new baby’s cheek was deserving of admiration in itself. She’d been so brave and so strong, having pushed through the excruciating pain that came with birthing a baby, along with the exhaustion that’d left her feeling weak and fragile.

He moved closer, coming to sit next to her and lean himself against her still sweaty forehead and smiled down at the little creation him and Lucy had created together. An overwhelming sense of pride and joy came over him and tears entered his eyes as he bent to place a kiss atop her head.

“Look what you’ve done, Lucy, you were incredible!” She heard him say, bringing her somewhat out of her trance and back into the room again. Tearing her gaze away from the little one enjoying the warmth of her skin and glanced up at the dragon slayer, smiling brightly at him.

“You mean what we did, Natsu. I couldn’t have got through that without you.” She admitted, her voice airy and teeming with sleep as she reached up to his cheek to caress it softly.

Entwining his fingers with hers, he leaned in to her palm, an enormous grin taking over his features, causing a few tears to spill over down his cheeks. He knew Lucy would be resilient, full of determination even when she felt like giving up and in the end, she’d brought their baby safely into the world, something he’d be forever grateful for.

“Do you want to hold her?” She asked him and he looked startled for a moment, but quickly overcome it and jumped at the chance to hold his baby daughter. Gently taking her from her mothers arms, he sat back in his seat next to the bed, holding the baby girl with his strong arms, totally mesmerised by how beautiful she was.

She had puffy cheeks and was still covered in strange fluids and blood, but that didn’t take away from the happiness he felt as he stared at the only other girl in his life that he could ever love as much as he loved Lucy. When she opened her eyes to take a look at her new surroundings, she stared deeply into her fathers enamoured features, seeming entranced by the man that could do nothing but smile down at her familiar tuft of pink hair and large, twinkling brown eyes, bringing her up to kiss her soft cheek.

“Thank you, Lucy.” He squeezed their still tangled fingers and looked up to her, noticing the glow of Wendy’s magic as she began to heal the weary celestial mage, making her more comfortable and ready for sleep. “I love you, so much.”

Managing a small smile back, the girl finally succumbed to the tiredness, “I love you too… Natsu.” She drifted off at the end, her body spent.

The last image to go through her mind was the sight of her beloved dragon slayer sat next to her, holding her hand whilst cradling their newborn in his arms, the look of pure elation as he became acquainted with the little girl.

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thatslikely · 3 years

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under the gym lights - s.s.

under the gym lights - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: none! pure stiles fluff <3

word count: 984

requested?: yes!

a/n: prom with Stiles prom with Stiles prom with Stiles :) might have to make a longer fic based off of prom with Stiles because this concept tickles my fancy

A nimble, nervous tap on your shoulder was all it took to transform your prom night from lackluster to possibly one of the best days of your high school career.

It was no secret that for as long as you could remember, Stiles Stilinski, the previously buzz-cut donning boy who always had a flannel on his back, had been head over heels for you.

Things between the both of you were long due for a change, and Stiles was set on being the catalyst.

“Hey, uh, I know you’re like, probably flooded with dates right now but… do you wanna dance?” His eyebrows were wrinkled with worry; his voice lacked the confidence that usually exuded from the sarcastic comments he often remarked in class.

Both giddiness and curiousity sparked like fireworks in your eyes as they glazed Stiles suit-clad figure: the inky black button-up that stretched across the expanse of his chest flawlessly, the lopsided, silver bow tie clipped around his neck, his hazelnut head of hair that was tinged with streaks of pomade, all of it.

You almost felt as if you had been submerged under a pool of crystalline water and lifted to the surface again with reborn vision, for Stiles looked unexplainably different than he had before. It wasn’t just his exuberantly handsome ensemble, no, for reminiscing back to all the times he waved to you in the locker-lined hallways with a wide, almost boyish grin retained the new filter that shone over him.

With a now rapidly thrumming heart, and the cavity of your chest swarming with butterflies, you, at long last, realized. Shielded to you from years prior until just a few moments ago, you had a crush on the witty and equally adorable Stiles Stilinski.

Eagerly you took his shaking, outstretched hand, and he stumbled you clumsily, in a perfectly Stiles fashion, to the central dance floor of the gymnasium.

Your hands found their way instinctively to the nape of his neck, where you let your arms rest on the fabric of his shirt, your fingers fiddling with the collar. After a few awkward moments, his palms situated on your waist, following the curve of your hips that swayed with the music.

The languid, amourous song that echoed through the rafters curtained with streamers flooded your ears from a distance, and soon you found that the rhythm of your heart had synced with the steady beat.

A million thoughts sped through the flustered brunette’s head, but they were all put on pause when you cut the comfortable silence, saying with a soft tone of genuineness, “I really like you, Stiles.”

If Stiles had known any better, known that the feelings you expressed weren’t as fantastical as his doubts had convinced him, he would’ve reciprocated the statement in a heartbeat. But the question that lingered in his mind before he drifted off the sleep each night, the worries that simmered on the back burner of his mind wouldn’t allow him to believe you.

Why would the most devastatingly gorgeous girl at school like, of all people, me?

“Very funny, Y/N, but I’m not really into the whole public humiliation thing.” An almost reflexive comment that dripped with familiar sarcasm emitted from his mouth with the slightest quirk of his lips and a disbelieving shake of his head.

“I’m serious!” Your throat bubbled with giggles, but your sentiment was wholeheartedly authentic.

“April fools’ was a month ago, you’re not fooling anyone, especially not me.”

“Why are you having such a hard time believing that I’d like you?”

“Maybe just the fact that you’re amazing, popular, breathtaking, the smartest girl I know, flawless, et cetera. Everything I’m not?”

“Oh come on, Stiles, you seriously can’t believe that, can you? Even if I have a sub-par day, you always manage to make me crack a smile in Econ. And you always know what to say when someone’s down; Lydia’s told me about all the times you’ve helped her when she really needed it. And your streak of intelligence doesn’t go unnoticed by me, either. I’ve seen you cooped up in the library reading until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. You don’t realise all the things that make you as wonderful as you are, Stiles.”

His captivating chocolate eyes widened with surprise. He must’ve been dreaming, right? How many fingers does he have? Is there something around him that he could read?

“What’s wrong?” you queried concernedly, as Stiles’ mind finally absorbed the reality sitting patiently in front of him.

“Nothing, nothing. I-I, I’m just still letting the fact that you could actually like me sink in.”

A smile crooked your lips upwards, an expression that Stiles could get addicted to; a look he’d do absolutely anything to grace your features again.

“You look really beautiful under the gym lights.”

Small, lighthearted giggles escaped your fluttering chest ever so slightly; you retracted your hands from their hanging position around Stiles’ neck to cover your mouth as increasingly deeper laughs hiccuped from your throat.

“Sorry -uh, that sounded a lot more romantic in my head.”

Beads of perspiration formed on his palm as he combed through his soft hair flusteredly.

Before his embarassed words could fill the magic-dusted air, or continue to sway to the steady rhythm of the music while panicking internally, you swiftly pressed your lips to his’.

Electric currents of passion swept over every inch of you skin, leaving prickles of addiction in their wake. What you'd give to stop time, savor this moment- this enrapturing state of emotions- until the end of time.

But eventually, the wide, goofy grins on both of your faces grew too wide to meld into each other any longer. You laid your buzzing head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, which was perfectly in sync with the song rattling through the gym as well.

"You look really beautiful anywhere, though."

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shaydeoffical · 3 years

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Let’s Slip Away: Diluc x Fem Reader: Childhood Best Friend Au

Summary: You and Diluc slip away from the annual Dawn Winery Ball and confess. Reader then deals with some anxiety about the relationship and Diluc soothes them.

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Lots of fluff, Creepus is a wonderful person, Diluc is so smooth, dancing under the moonlight, long fit.

Diluc x Reader

Lets Slip Away

The annual Dawn Winery Masquerade Ball, the biggest ball this side of Mondstat, or it used to be. Thankfully, Diluc had successfully scaled the ball down in size a little more with each passing year. Still, it didn't make much of a difference with the ballroom still being packed tight. No matter how the guest list shrunk, people found a way to take up the same amount of space as before. There's nothing I loved more than a dance, but it was the people I couldn't stand. Everyone liked to pretend they were an evil aristocrat once their identity was concealed. A fancy dress, a decorative mask, and a new hairstyle, and everyone felt invincible. It was the same thing every year; they'd order the staff around, drink till they lost control, and leave the manor a mess. It was deplorable.

After watching a woman toss a glass on one of the maids, I lost my cool. I may or may not have tossed my grape juice on the women in retribution. The maid couldn't do it, so I had to use my position as "Master" Diluc's best friend to get away with it. What I didn't expect was for the lady's husband to toss not just the wine but the whole glass at my face. While the glass didn't bust when the base hit my head, it did leave a notable bruise, and the wine soaked through my hair, mask, and dress.

Elzer stepped in immediately to settle the issue, and instead of sticking around to get a lecture, I slipped into the garden. Hiding between several grapevines. I listened to the music pour from the house above and pouted. If I had played my cards right tonight, I would have been dancing in an empty corner with Turner or maybe even Diluc if he was free. He always saved the last dance for me. When the party started to clear a little, we'd stay in my favorite corner and have a quick dance while he whispered about he'll find a way to have the event canceled next year. But no, I was being eaten by mosquitos fighting off a headache.

Holding my mask between my hands, the once white fabric had stained dark red. Even my cream dress was littered with splotches that wrecked of dandelion wine. Sucking in my lower lip, I held back a sudden wave of sadness. It settled into my bones and swept through my limbs in a jitter. Why was I so sad? I avenged the maid and did the right thing… but my chest ached. Curling around myself, I tucked my head between my lap. There was a time and place for crying, and a party wasn't one. Yet, there I was, sobbing into the fancy gown Diluc had hand made for me. Of course, he wouldn't be mad at me for what happened, but the guilt was eating me alive. I had ruined the evening for myself and made things harder on my friend. "There you are. I've been looking all over-. Hey, Elzer told me what happened, but he didn't mention a welt. How badly are you hurt?" Diluc pushed through the vines faster and hopped over the last row. He knelt beside me and carefully lifted my chin so he could see my face. "I'm just being a baby." I leaned back, the moonlight catching my skin. He ran his thumb over the knot on my forehead, and he clenched his teeth. "Damn bastard." He looked back at the mansion. "He might be wearing a mask, but there's only one person in Mondstat with monogram shoe buckles." "What?" I laughed; he was so serious, but the idea of a monogram shoe buckle had me drying up my tears. "Who pays for that kind of thing?" "Mr. Barker." Diluc wiped under my eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere besides your head?" "Besides the guilt of running the dress you got me and making the party harder for you to manage, I'm fine." I let it out. There was no use in pretending it wasn't bothering me. I had learned a lot about Diluc in our years of being together. While he was a very perceptive man when it came to solving crimes and putting things together, he didn't have the same skill for guessing how I felt. He's known something was wrong before, but he'd just find ways to blame himself if I didn't tell him. "I'll have you another dress made, and those Barkers aren't your fault. Ms. Barker started it, and I ended it. There's always a little drama at these events." He twirled my hair around his finger. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it entirely." "Don't go blaming yourself now." I scooted so close; I was almost in his lap. "Let's just focus on the music or the sky. I know you'll have to go back in soon, so let's just relax for a moment." "Hmm, I can hear it from here. It's nice." A soft number started to play, and people passing by the window cast shadows into the courtyard. He leaned his head against mine. Minutes passed by, and the song changed, both of us just settling our nerves. "So, I guess we won't have the last dance together this year." I hummed, the thought burning at the back of my mind. "I can't go back in there like this." I forced myself to laugh, trying to get it off my chest without sounding too sad. "We don't have to go back in. Elzer can handle the end of the night speech for me, like every year." Diluc stood, reaching his hand out to me. "Milady, may I have this dance?" "Diluc…of course, you may." I pushed my insecurities down and gripped his rough hand. Being wealthy, Diluc had been trained in many different types of formal ballroom dances. When he was in the zone, there was no one but Kaeya who could match his prowess and aura. But I wasn't blessed with the same background. I was just the daughter of the maid, and while my mother was paid well, there wasn't enough money to pay for a dance instructor. However, Diluc taught me everything he knew. We use to spend hours after his class, practicing and gliding around the living room. After some time, I even got to join the classes as Diluc and Kaeya's partner. Creepus convinced my mother it was just good practice for the boys, but looking back, he just wanted me to get that experience as well. "You okay?" Diluc gently gripped my waist as I spun back into his arms. "Yes, I was just thinking about when you taught me how to dance." I closed the gap between us and started moving with the song. Diluc took charge after a few more movements, and I gave up trying to lead. It was always a fun game for us to try to take charge, but I normally gave in fairly fast. Every now and then, he'd let me lead, but I often stepped on his toes when I did. The ground wasn't level as a dance floor, so it was easier to just follow Diluc. Since he took the first step, he was able to find the best footholds. When we did hit a small hump, we'd steady each other and share a small smile. It wasn't a seamless performance like when we were on solid ground, but it was fun. It also gave us a reason to cling tighter to each other. His broad chest was always so warm; there was nothing more pleasant than laying my head there and closing my eyes as we swayed under the moon. "That was always so much fun." Diluc spun me out, then back into his arms. "Father use to watch us practice, he never told me directly, but Elzer said it was one of his favorite memories." Diluc pressed his lips into a line, eyes turning back to the manor. "He always loved this event, but I can't help but hate it." "I'm not a fan of the crowds or the entitled guests. But I do enjoy dancing with you." I laid my head on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. "It seems we only dance when this event rolls around. And I can't help but wish for more moments like this. So, while I understand your distaste, I do think Creepus had the right idea. This is a chance for all of us to come together do something we all loved…it just is hard to enjoy when other people are so entitled." "I feel the same way. Dancing with you, it's always my favorite part of the ball." We swayed back and forth in a tight embrace, the music fading out and our footwork growing sloppy. "There's been so much to do recently. I'm afraid I've neglected you." "Mother told me that as friends get older, drifting apart is normal… I'm just glad you're still here with me. No matter how short that time is." He hugged me tighter, inhaling a sharp breath. "Maybe friends do, but my feelings for you are much stronger than just friends." I gasped before I could stop myself. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the lighting bugs emerged just as the party started to close. This moment was very much real…but did he really just confess? "You want to be with me?" I slowly looked up, grabbing the sides of his suit. "As more than friends?" "I do." He pulled back a little, glancing at the ground. "How do you feel? Could you ever love me as more than a friend? I know it's selfish to ask that of you, given the dangers that follow my line of duty. But I can't deny myself any longer." "My heart is going to jump out of my chest, Luc." Grasping his hand, I pressed it to my wrist. He smiled, rubbing his thumb over my pulse. "I want to be yours, and you mine. To be honest, I've had feelings for you for a while now. I just thought you didn't return them." Heat climbed up my face, and I looked away to hide it. While his confession was so smooth, mine was energetic and messy. Why couldn't I keep it calm? "That settles it then." He stepped closer, our eyes locking and fingers lacing. "We'll be together from here on out." A warm breeze went by, picking up the bottom of my ruined skirt. "Next time there's a dance, you won't have to leave my side, nor I yours. There will be no flying wine glasses or uncouth guests. We can dance the night away without worry or interruption." "I don't know if a party could ever go that smoothly." I pushed his hair back and cupped his face. "Unless we barred over half the guest list." "If you don't think I'd do that, then you underestimate how far I'll go to make you happy." His checks tined red, barely illuminated by the moon. "Oh, I don't doubt you, Master Diluc. But I'm not hard to please, we could dance in the living room like we use to, and I'd be the happiest person alive." I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his hips, and swaying to an imaginary beat. "It's not often you add my title before my name." He hummed, letting me lead us to the song in my head. "Master Diluc, whatever do you mean?" I batted my eyelashes and snickered. "I didn't realize I added it. Maybe it's where I've spent most of the night talking about you, and not to you that I've forgotten how to be relaxed. There was many a guest who wanted to pry about your love life." "Well, you have a definitive answer now, Lady Amber." He kissed the top of my head, stopping for a moment. His body radiated a wave of heat, and he nodded to himself. "It's starting to get cold. We should head inside before you catch a cold. I'm sure everyone's left by now." "I don't want this moment to end." I clung to his shirt, the warmth he emitted making my eyelids grow heavy. Whenever he allowed me to use him as a personal heater, I took the chance. But this was the first time I didn't worry about it being the last. "We have many more moments like this ahead of us." He supported me as we walked towards the mansion, looping his arm around my waist. "Let's go clean up, and turn in for the night. Tomorrow we can have breakfast and go for a ride along the river. How does that sound?" "It sounds so nice." Once we were back in the house, Elzer met us in the doorway. "Where have you been, Master Diluc?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and glanced at me. "And you, Ms. Amber, what were you thinking tossing your drink? You completely ruined the night. I could hardly contain the guests" Diluc wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and Elzer's tone sifted from miffed to muted. "Elzer, the issue was with the guests, not Amber." He steered me towards the stairs, nudging me along. "Go on to bed. I'll be up there in a moment. I have some business to finish up." Diluc walked towards his office, motioning for Elzer to follow him. Elzer shot me a perplexed look and tried to mouth out, 'be more careful' before hurrying after Diluc. I whisper back, "okay," before taking the stairs two at a time before stopping. I wasn't going to get in trouble, so I might as well show I'm not ashamed. "Goodnight Elzer," I called after the older man, with as "pleasant" of a tone as I could muster. Parties almost always stressed him more than Diluc, but since Elzer was an employee, he couldn't run and hide like Luc. Truth be known, if Diluc hadn't been there, I would have gotten a long lecture on the importance of keeping good relations with potential business partners. But that's only because Elzer couldn't let his frustrations out on anyone else. I was always there to listen and receive his distain when things went wrong. It wasn't my favorite pastime, but it did help him feel better. It was surprising he was so stressed, he actually chastised me in front of Diluc. It must have been a tough night even after I left. I usually was lectured in private, but he really was ready to let me have it. Once in the guest room, I disrobed. The heavy gown took several minutes to untie and loosen the laces, but once it was done, my lungs could fully expand. My ribs ached, so I rubbed circles on my sides till the initial throb dulled. The night had gone better than I ever planned, and now it was over. Yet, there was a worse throb in my chest than the pain of a corset. Diluc and I were finally together. We removed the ever-lingering question and just confessed. Why did it hurt inside? Was it that the party was hard on everyone else and I was so happy? Or was it something else? Tilling the blue pitcher on the nightstand, water rushed into the ornate basin below. Dipping a rag into the cool water, I began to wash the wine from my face. It had been such a stressful night. Perhaps the empty feeling inside was fear of the unknown. Or fear that Diluc would wake up and change his mind. That he'd send me away for good once he realized he could never be with someone of such low status. Someone who didn't couldn't even keep up public appearance at a ball. Maybe, it would just take me slipping up once when I was wearing a mask? Then he'd send me away from the manor. I finished cleaning up, then tossed the water out the window. Fixing the pitcher and basin back in place, I reached below the nightstand and pulled out my nightgown. Slipping on the flowy gown, I turned down my sheets and got comfortable. This guest room had been mine for as long as I could remember. While I still lived in the cottage by the river with my mother, I spent more nights at the mansion than at home. Diluc and I would rush through his paperwork every night, and I'd help get his gear ready to go protect Mondstat. I was his sidekick in many ways. Spending so much time there at night, it just made sense for me to sleep here too. We were a great team. Plus, the close proximity made things easier and less suspicious… But that wasn't the whole truth. It was more so that my mother had met someone new, and he had moved into our shared home. He was a nice man, a retired Knight of Favonius, but I just couldn't relax around him. He was stern about me not going out after dark, so staying over at the mansion became more and more frequent. Which was better for mom and Mr.Godfrey's partnership. But while I spent more nights away, mom started to believe there was something between Diluc and me, so she was happy to see me leave home. She was going to be overjoyed to hear the news that we confessed. Though, I'm sure she'll say kicking me out was the reason we finally admitted our feelings, which was not the whole truth. Still, I did miss my own bed sometimes. Pressing my back to the headboard, I curled my knees up and rested my head between them. Sucking in a deep breath, small tears slipped past again. There was too much happening. I couldn't think about one thing for too long. So much good just happened. Why? Why was I thinking about the bad? A familiar rasp at the door rang through the room. "Come in." Wiping my eyes, I sat up and pulled the covers up to my neck. "You're crying again." He walked into the candlelight. I could tell he had cleaned up before coming to see me. He was wearing one of his loose puffy shirts and some cotton pants; his hair had been smoothed and pulled into a low ponytail, water dripping from the ends. It didn't matter what he wore. He always looked unbelievably handsome. "Was it Elzer? He knows it's not your fault. He was just worried about our trade deal." "There's just so much to think about. I can't let myself be happy." I rubbed my eyes again. "What if you realize I'm not good enough for you? Or what if my mother's partner treats you poorly because you quit the Knights? Then that couple, what if they stop working with you and it hurts the business because of me? No one is ever going to see me as anything more than a gold digger." My brain let loose, new concerns and problems being added to my mix. "I'm so negative right now, and I know you probably just want to be happy that we feel the same way…but- I'm so sorry. "He pulled back the covers and crawled in with me. Wrapping me in his arms, the blanket went over our heads, and Diluc settled down. "There you go, having to comfort me like a child." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "You sure you could learn to love a mess like me?" "I already love you." He rubbed patterns on my back, pressing a kiss to the lump on my forehead. "You've been like this since we were children, plagued with worries beyond your control. I know that after you let it out, you always feel better. And that the minute you go silent, that's when I really need to do some digging." He paused drawing on my back and instead moved to play with my hair. "We'll figure it all out as we go, all the what's and if's. We'll take them one at a time, starting with the one I have control over." "Woah." He flipped me over, hovering inches from my face. He pinned me between his legs, the v neck of his shirt hanging open so I could see the red hairs on his chest. "You could be from the richest family in Mondstat or poorest, and I'd still want to be with you." He kissed me, pressing down just until our bodies touched. "I'd go as far as to say, if you were a member of the Fatui, I'd still be smitten. I would certainly find a way to break your ties with them, but I couldn't stop loving you. So, you are more than enough for me, and if anyone makes you feel differently, then I will handle it." "That's a bold statement coming from you." I ran my fingers through his ponytail as it hung over his shoulder. "I can't argue with that logic, but I promise I'm not a member of the Fatui." I wrapped my arms around his waist, encouraging him to squish me with his full weight. "I'm going to crush you." He fought against me, but I only nuzzled his neck, blowing raspberries. "Amber, hey." "I know. But I'd also like to point out how improper it is for you to be in my room at this hour. So, I'd like to be crushed as repayment… please." I let go of one side of his hip and wiped my eyes. "You are right. It is improper." He lowered himself a little more but didn't fully lay on me. "A true gentlemen would never stay this late with a proper young lady. However, there is something else I want that's a little scandalous." "What could that be?" I gasped, my lungs not fully expanding as his weight sunk down on my chest. He noticed as he sat up to his previous position. "A kiss?" He moved his elbow up and cupped my face. His eyes glimmered with the flame that was lighting up the room. His touch was gentle but so firm I couldn't imagine being in another person's embrace. At that moment, there were only two people in the world, and I was madly in love with one of them. "That sounds quite proper to me. You should always kiss your lover goodnight." I stuttered a little, unable to keep up the playful banter as I looked at his lips. The smile that spread on his face made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. Archons, I was smitten. His thumb brushed my lower lip before he brought his mouth down for a chaste kiss. Testing the waters, he hovered millimeters above me, and I stole his lips in a deeper kiss. Having a lack of experience in the field, I matched the pattern he set. Just like dancing, I tried to take the lead and failed miserably. So I did was I was best at, adding the fun flourishes. I curled my fingers into his hair and snaked my hand up his shirt and across his chest. He matched my movements, caressing my face and tilting my head up to deepen the kiss. Every star in the sky dulled in comparison to the explosion of light that spread over my body. He shifted back, catching his breath. he smoothed my hair and peppered, kissing around my face before setting back. "Thank you." He laced our fingers together, pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. "Will you stay tonight?" I took our intertwined hands and kissed his knuckles in return. "I don't want you to leave just yet." "As you wish." He got behind me, adjusting the covers we had tossed around earlier. "Now, let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." I laid my head on my pillow and scooted back until we were slotted against each other. His hand wrapped around my shoulders in a reassuring squeeze. "I love you." "I love you more." It took a while for all the blood pumping through my body to relax again, but once it did, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. Dreams of dancing through the clouds with Diluc filled my head, and I had the best rest of my entire life. Next to the man I dearly loved.

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