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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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shiver, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader mentions of jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

summary: Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin set you up after vain attempts to cure your, what they call, chronic high-strung workaholic tendencies. Bleh. As if a date with Min Yoongi is going to help the situation. You aren't going on this date and, even if you did, you wouldn't take him home and fuck him all night. Or admit he was giving you that shiver.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, slight crack (you tweezed a hair off Jimin's dick); mentions of previous partners and implied smut; smut (fem reader, mild bondage, f-receiving oral, lil bit of a praise kink, doggy); non-idol!AU - music producer!Yoongi x pansexual, softdom!reader, ft best friend and ex-bf!Namjoon, (maybe too) close friend!Jimin, friend!Taehyung

“Look, I like dick, okay? The gender attached to it doesn’t bother me. A dick’s a dick and if you want to put it in me, I’m down, and if you don’t and wanna do other stuff, that’s cool too, I’m just letting you know I like dick–”

“Who are you talking to?”

You exploded, rocketing your desk chair backwards, nearly dropping your phone, gawking at the tall, dark, handsome man with the baritone voice standing in your bedroom door, blinking at you slowly with his brown doe eyes and long lashes, black-brown curls framing his tanned cheekbones and strong brows.

“T-Taehyung?!”

Kim Taehyung raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Why were you practicing a speech about dick?”

You clutched your phone, flapping your jaw loosely, pointing to it, to him, to yourself, rambling nonsense.

“There’s this app and I was writing a message to someone and they were worried about – but I wasn’t sure if it sounded right – and what, why are you here…?”

He raised the other eyebrow. “I want to talk to Jimin about something. He said he was going to stop by later so he gave me your key.” He raised his hand and, there it was, your house key. “Said it was fine if I just walked in.”

Park Jimin… said it was fine… to walk into your apartment? Without asking you first.

Who raised this child?!

To be fair, it was fine. You weren’t upset at Taehyung specifically. You didn’t know him as well as Jimin, who was one of your closest friends, but he was Jimin’s best friend. You trusted Jimin’s choice in friends, but, jeez, he really was lackadaisical when it came down to your personal space. He acted like it didn’t exist.

“Ah… okay,” you said, clearing your throat and placing your phone, screen down, on your desk.

“Why is Jimin hanging out here? You guys dating?” Taehyung asked off-handedly.

You nearly choked on air.

“No, we are not,” you snorted, walking up to him. He looked nice. Taehyung always did. He was casually sexy in his green sweater and dark gray pants. He was the kind of guy who could wear anything and look great simply because he walked around with such calm confidence. “I don’t know exactly; he said we should hang out and watch movies because I’m, how did he put it, a chronic high-strung workaholic who needs divine intervention.”

Taehyung nodded, pursing his lips. “True.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped.

He ignored your outburst. “I suppose he considers himself the divine intervention?”

“Uh, well, yeah, I guess, I didn’t think of it like that–”

“You’ve never thought about his dick?”

You blinked rapidly. “What.”

Taehyung shrugged. “I mean, you guys hang out a lot. And you like dick,” he added, gesturing to your phone, to which you abruptly jerked to stand in front of it so it was no longer in his vision. “You might want to consider seeing his dick.”

“I’ve seen his dick.”

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to blink rapidly. “What.”

You raised your hands in innocence. “He had a hair on his dick.”

“… What.”

You scratched the back of your head. “Well, he had a hair growing on the underside of his dick and he couldn’t get to it so he asked me to help, but you can’t exactly pluck a hair when the dick is limp so I helped him get hard and then I tweezed it off and he was very upset, even though he was the one who asked me to do it so I don’t know why he was so sobby about it, but I ended up putting it in my–”

Taehyung was staring at you, slack-jawed.

You stopped speaking, realizing what you were saying.

Your front door opened.

“Hey, Taehyung! Thanks for leaving the door open for me. Where are you guys? Oh, there you are. What are you guys doing?”

You both turned to look at the cheerful, oblivious face of Park Jimin, his previously blond hair freshly dyed black. He must have been at a hair appointment running late. He sent you both a big, beaming smile.

“Eh?”

"I need you to do something."

"What?"

Once again, someone needing you to do something. Who would have guessed? Just an endless cycle of people asking you to do things. When is someone ever going to ask you what you want to do? Hm?

Hmph.

He shoved another spoonful of red bean ice cream in your mouth and you continued listening because of it.

"I need you to sleep with Min Yoongi."

You choked and had a mild brainfreeze.

"Just kidding, I only need you to go on a date with him."

Not much better.

You gawked at Park Jimin, who continued calmly scooping out another spoonful of ice cream to feed you. As if this was normal behavior. You missed the blond hair on him. Blond-haired Jimin didn't suggest this kind of random bullshit. Black-haired Jimin was evil. His hair was full of secrets.

You know, that kind of person.

Jimin lifted the spoon and opened his plump lips as if he was instructing a child how to eat. You gave him an indignant scowl and he shoved the spoon in the crack of your open lips. That got him a disgruntled tut.

"Jimin, I'm not library book, you can’t let your friends borrow me when they need to look taken."

He rolled his eyes, all the sass and lacking in class. "That was one time, and you know Taehyungie's ex was a persistent bitch."

"Yeah, I had to slap her, remember?"

Jimin's hair has been black then too, when he asked you to help him. Mmmhmm. Help.

"She deserved that slap!"

"But why did I have to do it?" you grumbled. "You can slap a ho. You don't need me."

"I shouldn't hit a girl no matter how much of a lying, cheating scumbag she is," Jimin puffed, angrily jabbing at the ice cream and shoving it into your mouth. You glared at him. Why was he taking it out on you? He was lucky you loved this brand, otherwise he'd be getting slapped right now.

"Oh, but I should, okay, cool."

"You'd slap anything and call it your bitch."

You were about to retort but then you lowered your hand, frowning. "Okay, true, but that doesn't explain why you're pawning me off to Yoongi now."

"Because you need it."

And you snapped your head around to see Kim Namjoon, your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, waltz into your bedroom like he owned the damn place. You did, in fact, give him your key and you were expecting him, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise, but you complained anyway, because that’s what humans do. Complain.

"Is nothing sacred in my home?" you muttered as Namjoon grabbed your desk chair and rolled it over to the bed, sitting down in front of you and Jimin. You were wearing black pajamas with little cats on them and Jimin was wearing the yellow ones with little dogs on them. Button-up shirt and long pants. Same brand and style, different print. Namjoon, however, was wearing a white graphic t-shirt and loose brown trousers with thin tortoise-shell and gold framed glasses that didn't have any lenses in them.

You were very tempted to poke him in the eye but, alas, you had some self-restraint.

"I thought you were going to talk about this last night," Namjoon mused, raising an eyebrow at Jimin.

Jimin suddenly seemed incredibly interested in getting the perfect spoonful of ice cream. "I got distracted."

"Horny. He means he got horny."

A violently large chunk of red bean ice cream was shoved in your mouth.

Namjoon laughed at your near-death expression.

"Don't tell him," Jimin hissed. "That's fucking weird. He's your ex."

"Then why would you do it?" Namjoon chuckled. "For the record, the relationship is no longer romantic, so I would no longer have a say even if it did bother me."

"I... well..." The younger man sputtered awkwardly.

You coughed and beat your sternum, glaring at Jimin. "The hell was that for? I rode your dick!"

Namjoon seemed highly amused and suddenly invested. "Ah, yes, and then?"

"Well, maybe it would have helped the situation..." Jimin said shiftily, eyes darting about as he turned bright red.

"Helped what?" you grunted, rubbing your throat at the uncomfortable sensation of a half-frozen esophagus.

"Doesn't seem like it helped," Namjoon remarked, placing a hand on his chin, still smiling.

You narrowed your eyes. "What are you talking about? All Jimin was going on about last night was how he hadn't had a good fuck in years–"

Namjoon snorted. "Years? Huh, that's odd, I seem to recall you getting laid four months ago at that party."

"That was four months ago and it was terrible!" Jimin whined, shaking the spoon. "And why are you talking about this with her, ahhhh!"

You and Namjoon shared a confused look as Jimin freaked out and snarfed down the rest of the ice cream, completely forgetting that he was using it as leverage to convince you of his grand master plan.

"Was it nice?" Namjoon inquired, diverting his attention from Jimin’s panic.

"Yeah, it was nice to have a partner who wasn't a complete idiot for once."

"That's good. I'm surprised you didn't ask before, honestly. You two are always hanging out."

"Never thought about it. What about you?"

"Ah, I fucked that girl who works at that coffee shop."

"Oh, yeah, the one with the nice tits?"

"Mmm, unfortunately that's about as much good as you can say about that one."

"That's sad. I'm sorry."

"Heh, no big deal, it'll happen when it happens. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that."

"Can you guys stop doing that thing?" Jimin grumbled from his spot on the bed, clutching the ice cream container and surrounding himself with your copious amount of cat plushies, including your one-meter-long giant calico cat. His ears were still red.

"What thing?" Namjoon asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, what thing?" you echoed, raising your brows.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I don't get why you guys broke up."

"Pretty simple reason, really."

"I think it's obvious," you agreed.

Jimin looked from you to Namjoon, frowning.

"Well?' he demanded.

You looked at Namjoon and he caught your eye, trying not to smile. "Oh, he wants us to tell him."

"Huh, kinda seems like it, yeah. A little invasive, don't you think?" Namjoon pretended to think, rubbing his chin.

"He is a little bit of a, how to say this, nosy little brat."

"Hello, I am right here?!"

"That's a little harsh. Perhaps more akin to the local neighborhood bird that's always flying around, intruding on conversations with their loud chirping."

"You are very kind."

Jimin looked livid. He chucked one of your cat plushies at your head and you cracked up, falling to the bed laughing. Namjoon shook his head, laughing with you in that rich, full tone with low depth, a little goofy and with a lot of dimple.

"It's a dumb reason, but basically we weren’t feeling that spark," you explained, sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face. "Sure, we could fuck just fine, but it was too obvious that something was missing. We're better as friends."

"You wanna get married if we're both eighty and single?" Namjoon joked.

"Yikes, if I'm eighty and single, fuck, might as well."

"Perfect, always wanted to know how much libido I would have at that age."

"Anyway," Jimin scowled. "Back to the matter at hand."

"Oh, right, what do you think about Yoongi-hyung? He's single and he’s nice."

You rubbed your nose. “Ah, I don’t know him very well. He’s quiet, isn’t he? I get the impression that he’s a chill and lazy guy. Doesn’t talk much.”

Namjoon nodded. “Maybe you need that.”

You made a face. “Why?”

“You are kind of a chronic high-strung workaholic,” Jimin cut in.

You twitched. “No, I’m not.”

Namjoon nodded sagely. “You kind of are. I would know.”

“Ah, don’t do me like that,” you sighed, admitting defeat.

“Did sleeping with Jimin help?” he prompted.

“Why would that help?”

“Wow, that’s really rude,” Jimin snapped.

“But why would that help me be less of a workaholic?” you retorted, frowning. “I’m not following your logic.”

Namjoon rubbed his chin. “Maybe just a date then. With a calm guy. It will be a change of pace and you can get to know Yoongi-hyung better at the same time.”

You twisted your lips. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I think you’ll like him if you knew him better.”

You frowned.

“I don’t want to be passed around your entire friend group like a hot potato, Namjoon. I’m not going on a date with him.”

“Wow, Namjoon, you look a lot like your ex-girlfriend. Is it that new diet?”

Why are you standing here? Why did you agree to this? Why is did people ask you to do things and you do them? Because you were nice, that’s why. Deep, deep down in that frozen glacier canyon you called a heart. Shit. Why couldn’t you just be a bitch? That would make life a whole that easier.

“New diet and a lot of plastic surgery, modelled after the hottest woman I know,” you said sarcastically, turning around to face the deep voice.

“Mmm, I agree.”

You froze a little, seeing Min Yoongi standing there nonchalantly. Black hat with two silver rings punched into it, black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, black jeans with rips at the knees. Nice black boots. Silver hoop earrings and an assortment of silver rings. Yoongi had always dressed well, but it felt strange knowing he still dressed like this even though it was to meet you.

Well, maybe it was just because he was out being seen by people and not you specifically.

“I didn’t know you liked rap,” Yoongi commented, holding up his ticket.

You held up yours. “I like all music. And who doesn’t like Epik High?” You laughed a little. “Funny that you also printed out the ticket. Does that make us old?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I like having a physical copy. For memories.”

“Mmm. Sentimental.”

He looked to the direction of the venue. Then he looked back to you. There was something different in his expression now. You tilted your head. Then you saw his dark brown orbs slide up and down. A strange shiver went up your spine.

Yoongi was checking you out.

And he wasn’t hiding it.

“You look nice.”

You didn’t miss the way the side of his lips curved upwards, giving his words little bit of a dangerous edge.

You looked down at yourself, at the black denim jacket layered over a long black-and-white striped shirtdress. Thick-soled knee-high black boots, because you were going to a concert and wanted to be comfortable. Your mesh silver choker cut into your neck a little from looking downwards. You wore a single ring on your left hand, middle finger.

A silver raven’s skull.

“Ah… should have put forth more effort. You look neater than I do,” you mused, starting to walk.

“Hm.”

You almost didn’t hear his next words.

“If you had put forth more effort, it might have been too risky for me.”

You ticked you head back and found Yoongi smirking at you under his hat, flashing a bit of his white teeth.

“You gonna drink?”

“I told you, I gotta drive.”

“I’m not pressuring you. I’m just confused why you would buy overpriced water.”

You clicked you tongue. “Well, they don’t exactly let you bring your own.”

Yoongi chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“And besides, you’re buying even more overpriced alcohol, so you’re worse.”

His eyes slid to yours. “I need it.”

You unscrewed the cap and drank the cold water, feeling it ice your veins. “And I need hydration.”

“You don’t drink because you lose control, huh? Control of what, exactly?”

You shifted on your heels. “I get too oppressive. It’s no good for anybody.”

You usually arrived early to these things, so there was time to kill. There were lots of people around, but for some reason it felt like the only person you could hear was Yoongi standing right next to you. The other people around you were only white noise.

“Namjoon and Jimin say you work too much.”

You clicked your tongue. “Namjoon and Jimin need to mind their own business.”

Yoongi chuckled. There was a dry rasp to it, low and sexy. “You still work at that hospital?”

“Yeah. I work on their software. There’s always something wrong with that outdated piece of shit,” you muttered. “Should really just tear it up and overhaul it, but the superiors won’t do it because it’s expensive. Like it isn’t expensive fixing it every five seconds, but okay.”

“Heh, that’s how that generation is. Outdated.”

You huffed. “Mmm, you can say that again.” You cocked your water bottle to him. “You work at the same music company as Namjoon, right? Producer?”

Yoongi nodded. “Mhm.”

You sensed a little bit of embarrassment for some reason. Then you noticed he was looking at your ring.

“You wondering about this?” You turned your wrist and held it up, water swishing behind it.

“You always wear it. Namjoon give it to you?” he asked, taking another sip of his beer.

You shook your head, laughing a little. “Nah. Different ex.” You looked down at it. “And they didn’t give it to me. They said something to me and it stuck with me. When I saw this ring, I decided to buy it.”

You recalled the quote like it was yesterday.

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door.”

Yoongi blinked at you.

You translated the English from Korean and he raised his eyebrows.

“Edgar Allan Poe?”

You dropped your hand, clicking your tongue. “Basically saying I was a lingering poison of a human being and they wanted to break up with me.”

Yoongi tutted. “Interesting. How creative.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I get for fucking literature majors during university, I guess.”

“But you brought the ring anyway.”

You paused, looking down at the silver raven skull.

“To remind myself to stop fucking literature majors.”

You looked up at Yoongi and his eyes searching your expression. It was suddenly a weird moment, his eyes so solidly on you, as if he could see everything, but that was impossible. Your skin tingled all over, even under your clothes.

“They were insecure, huh?” he murmured.

You shrugged. “Made me question every fucking interaction I've ever had, wondering if I left the wrong impression or could be misinterpreted or some shit. Everything was so messed up.” You frowned, adjusting your shoulder slightly, sighing out the thoughts of the past. “Ah, it was a long time ago anyway. I’ve already erased them.”

“Is that why you broke up with Namjoon?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why does everybody think there’s some big drama between Namjoon and I? Would we still be friends if there was something that serious?”

Yoongi took another sip. “I think I speak for everyone when I say it seemed like you suited each other.”

“Hah, it’s not that we don’t have similarities. Kind of the opposite, really.” You waved a hand. “You know, two people have certain preferences and one of us was always on the bottom and neither of us liked that. Maybe it was him or me, and I love the guy, but not like that. We could fuck and it would be great, but we both agreed there wasn’t that… feeling. That shiver you get with that person. Sometimes I think we only got together because everyone kept pressuring us, saying we should, and not because we actually wanted to.”

“Hmm.”

The lights dimmed and you turned to face the stage.

“What about Jimin?”

“What about him?”

“Heard you plucked a hair off his dick.”

You twitched. “Let me guess, Taehyung told you.”

“Taehyung told everyone. He was a bit drunk.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Jimin’s a great friend, but he’s a bit clingy with me. Always wants to be near someone. It can be good for some people, but I don’t think I could take it twenty-four-seven if we were actually dating. Not my type.”

“Do you have a type?”

You shot Yoongi a look as the crowd began to hum with excitement. “Do you?”

Those cat-like eyes gleamed in the impeding darkness, a flash of white from his open-mouthed smirk.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to this date if I didn’t.”

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yeah, it was great. Never seen you excited like that, eh, Yoongi?” You smacked him lightly in the arm, smirking. “That’s the most energy I’ve ever seen you have.”

He stuck his tongue in his cheek. His cheeks were lightly pink, although he didn’t seem drunk. “I have energy. I’m just not wasting it.”

“Hmm.”

A short silence as the crowd filtered out around you, but again, even though you were surrounded by people, the only one that seemed to be heard was the man in front of you, peering down at you from underneath his black cap, a small smirk on his lips, tiny flash of pink tongue as he moved it inside his mouth.

“You driving home, yes?”

“Yeah.” You stared into his brown eyes. “Want a ride?”

An eyebrow lifted. “Inviting me to fuck?”

Blunt.

You scoffed. “Nah. I already told Namjoon and Jimin I’m not gonna be passed around their friend group like a hot potato. This was nice though. I enjoyed it.”

He looked you up and down again. That strange shiver went up and down your spine again. He stared you down. You stared back, unrelenting. The world was loud, but this moment was your eyes and his eyes, electricity between them.

Yoongi’s smirk widened.

"I always wanted a beautiful woman to tie me up."

Men. Women. Nonbinary. Agender. Gender neutral. Gender fluid. Didn't fucking matter, people were people, and they always wanted shit from you. Always. It was always about what they could get from you and how they could pretend to be what you wanted to get what they wanted. Everyone always looking out for themselves.

You could respect that.

Just, for once, it would be nice if someone wanted to give you what you wanted.

You cracked your neck and looked down at his dark eyes covered in messy black hair, his pale cheeks less pink now, his head on your pillows and sandwiched in between your plethora of cat plushies, pink lower lip in his teeth.

Smirking.

Wasn't hiding a damn thing.

"Who knew you could be a bad boy, Min Yoongi?"

His smirk widened, tongue between his teeth.

"I'm good when I'm good. When I'm bad, I'm better."

His black cap with the two silver rings was somewhere on your bedroom floor and so was his leather jacket, his shirt, his jeans, and his socks. His pale wrists were tied together with red bondage rope. Yours. You were straddling his chest, missing only one article of clothing.

Alright, you were missing socks too.

No one fucked with socks on. If you did, maybe it was time to reevaluate your life.

“You don’t mind being tied up, hm?” you taunted, sliding out of your jacket, tossing it aside.

Everyone wanted something.

What did Min Yoongi want?

Yoongi let his tongue slide out, dancing in the air. Taunting you back before replying.

“Just because you’re tied up doesn’t mean you’re not in control.”

Your hand paused in front of the button placket of your shirtdress. You traced a button with your thumb, slowly, watching his face. Spread your legs more, lowering yourself, hovering over him. You could feel him breathe under you, patient, humming with energy. He flitted the wet pink muscle, skimming his lower lip, waiting. Dark brown orbs hazed with lust under strands of black.

“You wanna stop after sitting on my face, that’s fine, but you have to at least sit on my face.”

You chuckled. “Yeah?”

You sat down on his torso and he sucked in a breath, eyes flicking down to the darkness still covered by your shirt, then back up to your face. You shifted your hips slowly, smearing the hot, dripping softness on his skin.

“Could just… stop here.”

You scooted upward, drawing a fat line of your juices up his chest and to his neck. You knew how much pressure to apply. Didn’t seem to matter though, because Yoongi didn’t seem to give a fuck. He tipped his head back, pressing his Adam’s apple into your throbbing heat and shuddering in pleasure. His gaze found yours and you stopped, suddenly trapped, a moment of his eyes and your eyes, electricity flaring between them.

“I’m glad Namjoon asked me to take you on a date,” Yoongi drawled, deep voice vibrating your heated, wet core from his throat. “Made me feel less guilty about wanting to fuck you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Got some weird bro code rules or something?”

He smirked. “Oh, I respect him.” He swallowed and you felt a shiver slide up your spine, feeling the action from your throbbing pussy faster than you heard it. “I just want you more.” Exhale, and you felt the warmth against your shirt, making it flutter. You unbuttoned it slowly, one by one. “Want to see the satisfaction on your face when I make you cum.” Slowly, not parting the shirt yet, letting him see the line of exposed skin. His eyes travelled up and down shamelessly, not hiding anything. He noticed you observing him and grinned.

That open-mouthed smirk, teeth and hint of tongue.

“Come on. Give it to me.”

Voice so deep it seemed to be shimmering through you, dark eyes flashing in the darkness.

Teasing you.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll untie me and beg me to fuck you.”

You cocked a brow.

“Let’s see.”

You sat on his face.

You felt Yoongi’s smirk against your soaked folds for a second before his tongue slid in, instantly making your thighs tense at the sensation. Hot to hot, wet to wet, no, wetter, your hands on your headboard as his tongue curled inside you, thrusting upwards, drinking the wetness from you, low moan vibrating through your torso and you felt his eyes on you, on your shirt slowly opening, one shoulder gliding down, and you shrugged out of it, suddenly boiling, skin pricking from the heat of his gaze, tossing it aside, leaving you in your black bra.

He tipped his chin up and you gasped, feeling his tongue swipe upward, fuck, a smooth, deft motion, circling your clit. You clicked your tongue and rolled your hips into his face. Yoongi chuckled before latching onto it and sending a burning wave of pleasure through you.

Your nails dug into the headboard, making a loud scrape.

He purred your name against your packed nerves and you drenched his chin, glaring down at him.

Yoongi had the audacity to bounce his eyebrow in response.

Alright, you could admit it.

Going on a date with Min Yoongi was not a waste of time.

You grinded against his face and he sucked and licked your clit at the same time, fuck, moans in his throat, not unaffected by you humping his face, but resolute, focused on his task of pleasuring you, shivering as your hand fitted around his head, fingers tangling in his already messy black hair, roughly fucking his face as his tongue assaulted you, somehow the perfect mix of demanding and servitude, hot exhale on your skin, your juices covering his chin and cheeks, your soft thighs pressed against his face, teetering between suffocating and barely enough breath, closer, closer, the tightness rising within you, looking down as you felt your opening flexing against his chin and his eyes flickered up to you instantly, imprinting the memory of his dark brown orbs overtaken by black pupils staring into yours, lips wrapped around your clit, in the midst of pushing you to the edge.

“Fucking shit,” you hissed. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Something flitted in his eyes and he looked back down immediately, increasing his pace and you moaned, closed fist against the headboard, but not missing his reaction. A slow smile grew on your lips, hand in his hair relaxing, massaging his scalp.

“You like being praised?” you purred, sweet octave to your voice.

The quickest flick of his gaze before licking your clit furiously as a reply.

Hot sparks igniting your veins, drawing in a tight breath, staring down, putting a little more weight on him, but Yoongi didn’t say anything, not even looking at you anymore, so close. You knew it would only take a little more. You could tell from the viscous slickness that was coating his skin that you had maybe seconds left.

“A handsome face and talented tongue,” you breathed. “No wonder I couldn’t resist you, Yoongi.”

His whimper made you tremble in delight, eyes to eyes, addicted to it, him to you and you to him, and you gasped his name, biting your lip and throwing your head back as your hips rocked into his mouth and spilled onto his face with a wet squelch, fuck, so much even you could smell it, hearing Yoongi groan as it filled his mouth, his tongue shoving into your folds and lapping up the rapid pulses, your throbbing clit on the back of his tongue, pressing into you, his nose in your crotch, one of your hands in his hair and one on the headboard, muscles flexing and quivering with the ecstasy, eyelids closing, immersed in it. Savoring the feeling coursing through your body, from your core to your limbs to your head, filling you with shivers that were unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You removed some pressure from his face, letting go of his head, but Yoongi followed, hungrily licking you all over, nipping at your inner thighs, flinches of pleasure extending your high before going back to your pussy, up, down, side to side, drenching you in his saliva and drinking your cum like it was his fucking life force.

Well, shit.

You opened your eyes, panting.

Damn.

You had a whole speech prepared for Namjoon and Jimin about how setting you up with their friends was a bad idea and how they should mind their own fucking business and now you had to prepare a speech about how you needed your house keys back because you were going to fuck Min Yoongi every second of every day and you hadn’t even had his dick yet.

You looked down at him.

Yoongi’s eyes were slightly unfocused, exhaling heavily against your crotch, staring at it.

“Fuck me, you have a pretty pussy,” he muttered under his breath. “Fuck.”

Half of your cat plushies were on the bed and the other half were on the floor.

“You have an excellent tongue,” you chuckled. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He blinked once and his gaze was on you, half-shyness, half-cockiness, wholly sexy as fuck.

“Didn’t want to make Namjoon feel bad,” he snickered, pink lips shiny with your juices. “You would have left him a lot sooner if you knew.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Something about his tone make you think Yoongi meant it on some level.

You wouldn’t have tried to find out, but now that you experienced it…

Maybe.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

Yoongi gave you that smirk you were beginning to become addicted to seeing. “That all you want from me?”

You laughed, sly and full.

“No, Yoongi, I’m gonna need your dick.”

“I don’t beg, so I’m not untying you.”

“Damn, what a terrible result.”

Yoongi didn’t seem the least bit worried about it.

He sank his nails into your ass and pushed himself in, your hand snaked below to guide him. You weren’t unreasonable, after all. You helped him put on the condom and shoved your tits in his face, rubbing your nipples all over his cheeks, his pink tongue stretching from side to side, eyes on you the entire time, getting harder and harder with the way you manhandled him, moaning into your skin.

Not hiding anything.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, gritting his teeth, gripping your ass, wrists still bound. He violently smacked his hips into your ass and you grinned, hands now on the bed.

“Mmm, what a nice…” You pulsed, making Yoongi groan. “Hard.” Again, hearing his ecstasy. “Cock.” He scraped your ass and up your back, gasping for breath, desperation in his touch. You turned your head, giving him the reflection of his own smirk. He gazed back, eyes glazed over, torso shuddering from the repeated massaging of his length buried in you, all from your muscle control.

“Hold on, Yoongi.”

Something between teasing and adoration, and you visibly saw Yoongi tremble in excitement.

“You got it.”

You turned back and sank your hands into your pillows, sliding on his stiffness and ramming yourself back onto it, making both him and you groan in unison, rough, deep strokes of visceral fucking, you commanding the pace. Didn’t matter if you were the one on your hands and knees, you used him and he wanted to be used, barely able to grip your waist, moaning your name and fucking you back, loud, sloppy smacks of ass to crotch, flexing your shoulder blades akin to a lioness on the prowl chasing their prey, and you heard Yoongi chuckle, breathing swallow and euphoric.

“Look at this back view, fuck, you are the sexiest woman alive.”

Breathless with desire, smug at having you, in awe of your prowess, all at once, clutching the small of your waist as you clenched around him, the shudders of your walls closing in, painting his crotch and balls with you, his quivering moan trapped in his chest because he could barely get it out. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, feeling him fill you as you pushed back, the rush immeasurable, unfathomable, anchoring your palms into your mattress and growling his name, the smacking of hips to hips, desperation to desperation, a brief reprieve as you snatched a cat plush and jammed it under your chest before you reached back and felt for the end of the rope, unlacing the knot with ease, and Yoongi yanked his wrists free with a swift hiss of satisfaction, grabbing your ass and fiercely fucking you, harder, rougher, just as much for him as it was for you, your name falling from his lips, unable to hide his lust, chasing it, chasing you, and you didn’t let up.

“Yoongi, fuck, yes, your cock feels so fucking good, fuck!”

Deep, intense, powerful, everything you were and everything he was, and it all crashed down, stealing your breath, pleasure clawing up your spine and taking over, lungs suddenly emptied with the force of each hard pulse of pleasure snaking upwards to fill the void, squeezing him so hard that you weren’t sure if that was voluntary or not, your joined inner thighs trembling and dripping, sweet slickness sliding down, drenching you and Yoongi, his groan piercing the air and cutting through your thoughts. His cock twitched and jerked, pumping thick gushes of cum and swelling the condom inside you.

Fucking shit, did you hold your breath? Everything lightheaded and hazy, reaching up and slapping your hand against the headboard, sucking in a lungful of air and rocking your hips back, riding the wave. Your felt Yoongi’s grip on your waist tighten, his pants so heavy you could feel the weight of his exhale on your back, heating your skin.

Snarl in your throat, definitive.

“I need this cock, Yoongi, need you and this perfect cock and I’m going to use it until I’m done.”

Rolling your hips, listening to his wanton moan at your words and the sensation, the messy squish of your movement, clenching around the sensitive head, slow, tight, your fingers curling to a fist, his name on your lips, low and seductive, and he responded in kind, your name in the same tone, drunk on the moment, the feeling, the power you had over him.

His nails in your back, creating long lines down your spine, and the shiver you got with that person, dancing up and down your vertebrate, unmistakable.

Yoongi gave it to you.

“Hey, so how’d it go–whoa!”

You popped your head out of your mountain of cat plushies and glared at the offender who burst into your bedroom. Who the fuck was that?

Guess.

“Jimin, do you know what personal space is?” Yoongi muttered from beside you, lifting himself on his elbows to peer disapprovingly over your naked shoulder.

“He doesn’t,” you mumbled, flopping back down.

“So… went well?” came Jimin’s cheerful and teasing voice from the doorframe.

You heard a cat plush get thrown like a cannonball.

“Ow, fuck, okay, I get it, hyung!” Jimin cackled, stumbling down your hallway. “I’ll come back later!”

“Don’t,” Yoongi snapped back, grumbling as he slid back down on the bed.

“You better pick him back up later,” you warned, referring to the plush.

“You dumped half of them on the ground so we could sleep.”

“No, they fell because we were fucking.”

You opened your eyes to see Yoongi smirking at you. There was a cat plush next to his head. One of your favorites. You picked it up and bonked him in the head with it. He made a disgruntled grunt and flinched away from it, ending up closer to your face. Eyes to eyes, electricity between them. You smirked, matching him, leaning in, arm curving around his head.

Tapping the tuxedo cat plush on his shoulder.

His breath against your lips, lust and fondness, not hiding anything.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

“Hm?”

Playing along, a willing participant in your games, one eye open, as if he was winking at you.

“I like you. You’re mine.”

He chuckled, a little raspy, a little embarrassed, and a lot amused.

“Sit on my shoulder, my raven. I’ll never ask you to leave.”

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cayofdreams · 4 years ago

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Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen.

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in. Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen.

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it?

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits.

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky.

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you.

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands.

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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katsukavi · 3 years ago

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"OH SHIT!" part 2

"I WANT AN ABORTION." Sung Jin-Woo said abruptly, tapping his foot up and down from the agitation. "I'm afraid that's not possible. The baby is far too healthy and because of the amount of health potions you drank, it will be almost indestructible by our means. It even accelerated its growth.."

Sung Jin-Woo didn't think that far into it that night. He gave the baby's father an icy glare and took out his dagger from his inventory. "You can't abort it by your means huh..." he locked (M/n)'s hand onto the hilt and pointed it at his stomach.

"(M/n)! Stab me!"

"HELL NO!"

"Why not? We're already at the hospital, so you could just rush me to the emergency room when I start bleeding," Jin-Woo explained, but that still didn't make a drop of sense to (L/n) (M/n). "NOT IN A MILLION YEARS WILL I STAB YOU!"

"Fine. I'll stab myself."

"No!"

The doctor's face paled at the S-Rank hunter's lack of care for his unborn baby's life—even attempting to stab himself. Luckily, (L/n) (M/n) was there to stop him before the blade could touch his skin.

"Jin-Woo! Come on, you could just hold on to it until you give birth. We could set it up for adoption later.."

"I don't have time to wait 5 months. I could be leveling up using that time."

Scratch that. (L/n) (M/n) was also a horrible parent-to-be. The doctor forced a smile, wondering if all S-Rank Hunters were like this. He cleared his throat and stared back at them.

"How did you even conceive this child?"

"I have no idea. I drank too much. Hey, aren't you immune to alcohol?" (M/n) nudged Jin-Woo's shoulder, since he was the one that wanted to play video games all night. "I don't know. I can't remember much either. There was this scent.."

"I see. It must've been a heat."

"No? I wouldn't have left the house if that were the case."

"Then..." The doctor's eyes set on to (L/n) (M/n), making him feel a cold sweat. The man with red eyes smiled awkwardly, blinking repeatedly at the doctor. "Why are you looking at me?"

"It's incredibly rare but I assume you went through a rut, Sir. So I understand how you may perceive this as unbelievable since this situation is one in a billion or even more so." The doctor scratched the back of his head, trying to consider the rarity of the situation.

It was even more impossible if he considered the fact that male alpha and omegas were less likely to have a baby, then they were both S-Rank Hunters, both with their respective systems and (L/n) (M/n) had suffered from a rut that only one in five alphas experience.

[The Orion System is extremely happy!]

[☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

[The Orion System is wondering if it would be a girl or a boy??]

[The System is rejoicing for your offspring.]

"I hope it becomes a miscarriage. I'm too busy for this," Sung Jin-Woo said, glaring at his slightly bloated stomach. "Since you are a male omega, there is a 78% chance it would be a miscarriage if you're constantly stressed and you didn't receive professional help from us.."

"Good. I'm already stressed from this situation."

[The Orion System is ignoring your wife's statement.]

[Yay! Baby! ＼＼\\٩( ^ω^ )و //／／]

'He's not my wife, you stupid system. We're friends at best,' (M/n) thought at his system. He and Jin-Woo left the hospital with conflicted thoughts. (M/n) wasn't as extreme as Jin-Woo to forcibly kill it, but he was wondering what he should do next.

That's right. They were hunters. They didn't have time to raise a baby when they could be saving lives through dungeons. It's a simple choice of one life for one hundred.

[The Orion System is rejoicing for you.]

[The Orion System has contacted (totally didn't take over wink wink) the Player System for the child's sake. (*'ω｀*)]

[The Player System has agreed!! ٩( ᐛ )و yay! yay!]

'What are you celebrating for? Stupid Orion..' (M/n)'s mood turned sour, looking away from his system. Jin-Woo held his phone and pressed Jin-Ho's contact, making (M/n)'s eyebrow twitch. "Oi, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to contact Jin-Ho. He's the Vice Guild Master of Ah-Jin so he has to understand our circumstances."

"What? You know how weird that kid's imagination is. What if he thinks something weird?"

"I'll blame you for that then." Jin-Woo shrugged, his phone ringing for a few seconds before Yoo Jin-Ho picked up. "Hello Hyung-nim. Are you doing okay now?" Jin-Ho's voice made Jin-Woo smile, responding quickly.

"Yeah. I just visited the hospital."

"Ohh. Is (M/n) Hyung with you?"

"Yeah, he's right beside me. Turns out I have to lessen my work hours."

"I understand. You are the Guild Master, Hyung-nim. Everything is up to you. But why do you need to?"

"I'm pregnant."

Yoo Jin-Ho choked on his saliva, falling into a coughing fit as he doubted his ears. "Excuse me? What?"

"You didn't hear? I'm pregnant?"

"THAT'S BAD HYUNG-NIM! YOU NEED A FULL VACATION, NOT REDUCING YOUR HOURS!" The beta shouted, making everyone else in the office stare at him. What?! His Hyung-nim was pregnant? So he had a secret lover this entire time, and he didn't know?

"Then, could you decrease (M/n)'s work hours?"

"Yeah, sure. Why him though?"

(L/n) (M/n) hid his face in his hands, feeling so embarrassed that Jin-Woo just admitted that out loud. His own system was bombarding him with weird messages as well, it was creepy.

[There's no need to be embarrassed, Predator-nim~]

[( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). We all know what you did~~]

"He's the father of my child."

Jin-Ho choked yet again, throwing his fist at his desk as he fell silent. So (L/n) (M/n) and Sung Jin-Woo had been in that kind of relationship the entire time? Sure, he didn't know a lot about Sung Jin-Woo but even (L/n) (M/n)?

Is that the reason he joined Ah-Jin? So he could see his lover?

Then all those times they left together..

"Jin-Ho? Are you still there?"

"...If you need any help, you can call me Hyung-nim."

'Oh my God, so they were doing that so many times Hyung-nim got pregnant?!' Yoo Jin-Ho's face flushed as his imagination ran wild, smashing his forehead on his desk to cleanse his mind. 'I'M SO DENSE! I SHOULD'VE REMINDED THEM TO USE PROTECTION!'

"Yoo Jin-Ho-nim.. Is anything wrong with the Guild Master?"

"Ah nothing, he's just on maternity leave."

"What?"

"Huh, he hung up. He must've been shocked.." Jin-Woo said, looking up blankly as (L/n) (M/n) gritted his teeth. His face was red, mostly out of embarrassment than out of anger. "SHOCKED MY ASS! OF COURSE HE'D BE SHOCKED! AND WHY DID YOU TELL HIM IT WAS ME?"

"What else should I tell him? He politely asked who was the father."

[The Orion System agrees with your wife.]

[Calm down, host!! ＼＼\٩(๑'^'๑)۶//／／]

(L/n) (M/n) took a deep breath, rubbing his temples to soothe himself. "Okay, let's just call it a day and go home and sleep." (M/n) felt like it had sucked his life out of him, so he just wanted to sleep.

"I'll see you then."

Sung Jin-Ah was feeling suspicious for the past two weeks, noticing that her older brother's movements have become strange. At first she thought he got sick, but that would be strange for a sickness to last weeks, especially since he's an S-Rank Hunter.

"Hey, I ordered pizza. You feeling okay, bro?"

"Yeah. I visited the hospital earlier," Jin-Woo said, plopping down on the couch beside her. "Where's Mom?" he asked, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box. "She went out to get something. So she said she wouldn't be able to cook tonight," Jin-Ah answered him.

As soon as Jin-Woo took a bite from his pizza, his face turned sour. He swallowed it and bitterly gulped a glass of water. "Actually, I don't want any."

"Huh? What do you mean you don't want any? You practically inhale this stuff!"

"It doesn't taste good."

"It tastes just fine, get over here!"

Sung Jin-Woo completely ignored his beta sister and holed up in his room. Confusion crossed her face as she gobbled up a slice of pizza. 'Something weird is definitely going on with him.. He's sus...'

The next morning, Jin-Woo got up early to do his daily regimen. But his fatigue had raised twice the number it had before. He felt annoyed from it and tried even harder, exhausting himself in the process.

'I haven't even done half yet?'

[[The Player System has cancelled the 'Daily Quest: Preparation to be Powerful'.]]

[[The Orion System has requested it to be changed to 'Daily Quest: Meet up with your Husband<3']]

Sung Jin-Woo wanted to middle finger the systems and ignored the new Daily Quest, thinking it was an awful prank from Orion. (That Constellation liked to bug them a lot.) So he continued to do the old Daily Quest, but he unfortunately got sent to the Penalty Zone all the same.

["Since you lovers don't wanna meet up. I have no choice but to force you! Hmph!! ヽ('⌒'メ)ノ"]

"I— Jin-Woo?!" (L/n) (M/n) hollered, his eyes setting on his partner on top of a floating marble platform. Jin-Woo was behind a translucent wall, safely protected in a small room filled with comfortable pillows, blankets and cute stuffed animals. Just in front of him was a coffee table with a full set of snacks one could crave for.

[[You can sit back and watch the show~ Daddy is going to go on a little run!! ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／]]

FWOOSHHH!!

On (M/n)'s side of the wall was a scorching, fiery desert, his shoes sinking in white sand as an enormous monster rose from the ground. The gigantic lizard roared, sending a breath of flames towards (L/n) (M/n) as he tried to run for his life. He screamed and cursed at the system while Jin-Woo watched from above like his Alpha was a gladiator.

"FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?!"

"ORION! WHY THE HECK IS HE BEING CHASED BY LIZARDS?!?" Jin-Woo punched the orange wall, making it glitch for a few seconds before spitting his fist back inside the enclosed room. He could only look down at (M/n) with worry, slamming into the wall to attempt an escape to go help him.

[[HEY!! Don't help that idiot! He's a loser who doesn't even bother to look after his pregnant wife! (҂' ﾛ ')]]

[[You know what! Since he's so bad, let's go torture him more! Yay! Yay!!]]

Three more lizards surfaced from the sand, breathing fire like dragons. (M/n)'s face paled in shock as he retrieved his rapier from his inventory. A fifth lizard rose from where he stood, making him tumble down on the sand as it bellowed a menacing tune.

"UGH.. FIVE OF THESE THINGS?!" (M/n) shouted, burning his palms from the hot sand as he tried to get up and away from such a life-threatening situation. Sung Jin-Woo felt more anxiety for (M/n) and banged on the walls.

"DO YOU WANT HIM TO DIE!?"

[[Don't worry~ He won't die. He can handle it! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b]]

[[He has to be at least this strong to be a wonderful Daddy of course. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ]]

"We're not even keeping the baby!" Jin-Woo glared at the cute emoticon on his screen and gave it a middle finger. He took out his dagger from his inventory, slicing open the wall and using the slight gap to escape.

[[Wait! No! If you get hurt, the baby will die! ＼(º □ º l|l)/]]

"Good," Jin-Woo said with a smirk, landing on top of one of the lizard's heads. "Hey, you need a little help?" he shouted after (M/n), riding safely on the monster. It only seemed to be hostile towards (M/n) and not him.

[[NOO! IF IT ATTACKS MOMMY, ALL HOPE IS LOST! ＼(╥ _ ╥ l|l)/]]

"Nah, I got it!" (M/n) responded, sliding under one lizard's feet and stabbing it's heart from underneath. Its skin was thick, but (M/n)'s high strength stat could make up for it. The beast let out a small cry of pain as his blade pierced through like a needle. He soon coated the blade in a reddish orange hued mana, poisoning the lizard internally in just a few seconds.

"Jeez. I was a little panicked. But I'm fine," (M/n)'s skin was harder than steel, like an indestructible material. Just like in the myth of Orion, he was like the indomitable scorpion that the legendary Hunter could not beat.

"I was a little offended, you know."

[Noo!! Predator-nim, I hate you!! ((╬◣﹏◢))]

[Hmph! Hmph! You big IDIOT! ]

"Orion, shut up."

[FINE THEN! I'LL REMOVE ALL OF THESE LIZARDS! ヽ( 'д'*)ノ]

[I'll be nice to you just because wifey's pregnant okay! humph!]

[Go kiss kiss fall in love now! I don't wanna see you be stupid IDIOTS! (҂ òзó )]

The lizards evaporated quickly like Orion made them out of ice in the blistering sun, making Jin-Woo suspended into the air. (M/n) reached out his hands and ran under him, catching him quickly in his arms. Jin-Woo could've landed safely on his feet, he wasn't that fragile..

But in (M/n)'s princess carry, he felt some sense of relief. Jin-Woo hugged him, inhaling a breath of his friend's pheromones. (M/n) really enjoyed wearing Axe Body Spray (a pheromone masking agent in this world) because he always met up with an Alpha female named Cha Hae-In. It was because of that, Jin-Woo didn't notice any of his alpha pheromones.

But with a whiff, he preferred this version. It made him imagine the fragrance of lit scented candles. It was a very specific scent that calmed him down. "Hm, are you okay?" (M/n) asked, making Jin-Woo snap out his momentary trance. What was going with him?

"Yeah, uhm. Were you still sleeping?" Jin-Woo took notice of (M/n)'s disheveled hair and casual set of light blue pajamas. "Oh right, I haven't showered yet.. Fuck. My handsome complexion!" (M/n) said dramatically, looking down to his lovely rapier covered in sand.

As much as he wanted to get it and polish it until it was shiny, he didn't want to drop Jin-Woo yet. It seems like Jin-Woo was the same, wrapping his arms around his neck in a comfortable hug. Yeah, they should hug more often. It was very comfortable.

[Yes!! NOW KISS!! ٩(♡ε♡)۶]

"Ew gross, Orion is back from a tantrum.." (M/n) set Jin-Woo back down, making a look of disgust. Jin-Woo also didn't like the constellation. So he joined (M/n) in spiting it with all the malice he could.

[Ugh, you guys are so mean! (︶︹︶ ||| )]

[It's like you're perfect for each other. (You are btw (^ω~))]

[I'll bring you back home now. (╬ Ò﹏Ó)]

"Oh nice. This is your room?"

"It's a little messy, but don't mind it too much." Jin-Woo scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not knowing what to do in such a situation. He and (M/n) had teleported back to his house together, convenient for him. But (M/n) was still in his pajamas.

"Damn, I haven't even combed yet. How do you expect me to walk home in this?" (M/n) sighed, fixing his bedhead with one hand as he scratched his stomach with the other. Even though he just went through a terrifying experience, he was still tired and planned to sleep until noon.

"I mean you could run like really really fast. You'd just be a blur to normal people."

"But.. I haven't been to your house before.." (M/n) looked around Jin-Woo's room. Despite him claiming that it was messy, no clothes or wrappers were on the floor and the only thing messy were his blankets. This guy's sense of "messy" was on a whole other level.

(M/n) just leaves his cans of energy drinks, chips and bowls on the floor and leaves the cleaners to go clean it up. His appearance was the only thing that was respectable.

"So I can't navigate on my own. You know."

"You can use Google Maps."

"I don't bring my phone everywhere."

"You don't? I thought you were an addict."

"Your perceptions of me are so warped. What even made you think I was a beta?" (M/n) sighed, glancing over to Jin-Woo's stomach before blushing. He wasn't that different. He thought Jin-Woo was an alpha precisely because he gave off those vibes.

"Ah, it was your Hunter Wikipedia page. I skimmed over it a while ago.."

"My Hunter Wiki what??" (M/n) got confused, watching Jin-Woo take out his cellphone and search something online. He peered over his shoulder, watching him scroll down to the gender option. It actually said [Beta Male].

"That's really stupid. What part of me is beta?"

Sung Jin-Woo looked over to (L/n) (M/n) for a few seconds, his appearance to his language. Yeah.. (M/n) was right. What part of him seemed Beta? (M/n) right then screamed 'I-AM-A- DOMINANT-ALPHA. STAY-5-METERS-AWAY-FROM-ME-BECAUSE-I-WILL-ATTACK-YOU'

Then, he saw his picture on the wiki. Jin-Woo held his phone up and looked to his left and right, comparing the one in person, to the picture. "Now that I've thought of it, this is the first time I've seen you in pajamas."

(L/n) (M/n) was someone that barely swore, kept calm and wore modest clothing. But it looked like stress took over him so much it affected his personality. His mouth was foul with curses.

"Yeah, I mean the last time you saw me, I was naked."

"Oh," Jin-Woo blurted out, his face heating with that in mind. (M/n) quickly shut his mouth and looked away shyly, fixing his hair to seem more like himself. "Now we're in this situation, huh?" (M/n) mumbled, staring down at Jin-Woo's belly. It wasn't noticeable, but it showed a bump if you touched it.

"Do you.. wanna hug?" (M/n) diverted his vision away from Jin-Woo, a light blush on his face. "What made you say that?" Jin-Woo asked calmly, avoiding looking at (M/n). The (h/c)-haired alpha cleared his throat, extending his arms in the air.

"I don't know. You seemed to like it earlier.."

[Definitely you right now: Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→]

[(￢‿￢ )]

Sung Jin-Woo nodded, placing his chin on (M/n)'s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his torso. The same fragrant pheromone relaxing him enough to close his eyes. He felt safe in those arms, like he was under an unbreakable set of armor. "I feel like I could fall asleep like this.."

(L/n) (M/n) didn't know why his heart was beating so quickly, making his skin feel like they were on fire just from touching this omega. "We should hug more often," he said, rubbing on Jin-Woo's back calmly. It was fine for friends to hug, right?

But could we could even consider them friends when one of them was pregnant?

"Oppa, I think we ran out of dish soap—" Sung Jin-Ah opened the door, letting out an 'Oh' sound as she gazed at her brother. Then, Sung Jin-Woo noticed how odd it was to have (L/n) (M/n) there. "Wait, Jin-Ah! It's not what you think—"

"MOOOMMM!! JIN-WOO HAS A SECRET ALPHA BOYFRIEND!!"

"Sung Jin-Ah!" Jin-Woo yelled, squeezing her cheeks with one hand as she struggled to run away. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT SO BAD WHEN I SMELLED ALPHA PHEROMONES ON YOU! IT'S VERY STRONG NOW!!" she screamed and kicked her feet in the air.

"Hold on. I'm not his boyfriend—"

"LET GO OF ME, OPPA! WHY ARE YOU SO STRONG?!"

(M/n)'s voice gradually got weaker as he pursed his lips awkwardly. There was no room to protest in the screaming girl in the room casually being battled to the death by her older brother. He just gave up.

It was that quick giving up that people thought he was a beta.

"Oh! You finally brought home your boyfriend. That's great," Park Kyung-He said as she stood on the doorframe. She smiled at (M/n), then stared at his sleepwear. "Jin-Woo! You even let him stay without telling us?"

"I didn't—"

"Shush! I know it could be embarrassing to reveal your first love. Come on, dear. What's your name?" she looked over to (M/n), waving her hand to call him over. "It's (L/n) (M/n), Maam.. Nice to meet you," he said shyly, not even refuting her words at all.

His cute demeanor made Kyung-He fall in love with him already. What a good future son-in-law. No wonder Jin-Woo liked him.

"Ah, come here now (M/n). I'll cook you breakfast too."

"If you don't mind me intruding. Thank you.." (M/n) said, following Kyung-He like he was an imprinted chick. "I'll be there too!" Jin-Ah said, wrestling with Jin-Woo's arm. "Let me go, you jerk! I wanna see what your boyfriend is like!"

"I already told you. He's not my boyfriend."

"Why are you even saying that at this point?" Jin-Ah made a face at him and slipped through his grasp, running out of his room in fear that he would catch her again. "I caught you red-handed! Hehe!!"

[[(¬‿¬ ) hehe..]]

"Orion.. What have you done to my system?" Jin-Woo grumbled, walking out of his room with a long sigh. He could explain to them later that he and (M/n) were just friends. But sadly, he would never get the opportunity to.

"So, when did you and Jin-Woo meet? Was it nice?"

"Oh! I met him at work. He was my partner for a while. And you know, when I saw him, he was so scary I thought he was an alpha!" (M/n) was suddenly very talkative, amusing the curious Kyung-He and Jin-Ah.

"Ohh.. So how did you fall in love?"

"We didn't!" Jin-Woo butted in, receiving sympathetic eyes from his family. "Oh, so it was Jin-Woo who fell first. I see," Kyung-He assumed. He asked (M/n) how he did, but it was her son that answered. Their romance was very cute.

"No.. That's not.."

"Wow, I didn't think Oppa would be the one to confess. He's being super shy about it right now. How could he even proclaim his love now..?" Jin-Ah exclaimed in shock, looking over to (L/n) (M/n). He did provide the juicy details she wanted in a romance novel. Jin-Ah approve!

But even though he was the one who confessed, why is he suddenly saying they weren't together? Was her Oppa too shy about it and only stayed sweet in front of his one true love? Isn't that.. too cute?!

"Huh? What are you all talking about? Jin-Woo didn't confess to me?"

Sung Jin-Ah's world was then flipped upside down. It all made sense. Jin-Woo was denser than the Earth itself. If (M/n) was he one who asked him out, it would make even more sense! Their trope was... Shy Omega x Outgoing Alpha! Jin-Ah prayed internally to her lord and savior, KatsuKavi. She was in a romance novel and she could watch the protagonists.

"Oppa, you're no fair! How did you get this lucky with KatsuKavi's pairing rituals?!"

"Who?!"

"The author!"

(A/N: ignore the fourth wall. There is no such thing.)

"Ah, we got too distracted! (M/n) could you clear the table?" Park Kyung-He stood up, moving towards the sink. (M/n) nodded obediently and helped her wash the dishes. Jin-Woo was dumbfounded at his goody good behavior.

He didn't even clean up at his own house. What was he doing being so good with his mother and sister?

"You're a good kid, (M/n). I approve of you."

"Thank you," (M/n) said, chatting a little bit with Kyung-He until he could call her 'Mom'. Sung Jin-Woo gritted his teeth as he watched (L/n) (M/n) be the new favorite.

"Oppa, (M/n) is so good to us. How dare you hog him for yourself," Jin-Ah glared at him from across the room, getting an angry look from Jin-Woo. "Wow, so possessive.." she murmured to herself, skipping happily to her new brother-in-law.

Possessive? No, Jin-Woo wasn't being possessive. He must've just been jealous (L/n) (M/n) was getting all the attention. But when did Jin-Woo start caring about being the center of attention?

He looked over to his best friend, biting his lip to ignore the tight feeling in his chest. He wanted to scream 'look at me!', but he was so dense he didn't know who he wanted to look at him.

"Ah, that's Jin-Woo?! He looks totally different!" (M/n) exclaimed, looking through Jin-Ah's older photos of Jin-Woo. He did look like an omega before, but he drastically changed after becoming a S-Rank Hunter. It was like he was a totally different person.

"Yeah, he used to be so cute and sunny. Now look at him! He's growling at me for taking you away from him."

"I am not growling at you!" Jin-Woo argued, knitting his eyebrows together. He didn't know why, but he felt so annoyed being so far away from Jin-Ah and (M/n). Normally, he wouldn't care but for some weird reason, he didn't like being treated like air.

(L/n) (M/n) soon changed out of his sleepwear and took a nice shower. He didn't wear any pheromone masking agent, so everyone could smell his masculine pheromones leaking out. As much as Jin-Woo liked it, he felt a little annoyed that his 'friend' was being used as incense.

"Mom, did you let him wear dad's clothes?"

"Mhm. It wasn't being used anyway," Kyung-He answered Jin-Woo. She put her hands together, making a sad smile as he looked over to (M/n). "I think it should go to good use, you think?"

"Yeah."

"He suits it well, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's more handsome now, isn't he?"

"I agree."

Sung Jin-Woo crossed his arms over his stomach. (L/n) (M/n) was very attractive in his eyes and a fuzzy feeling would come when thinking of him. "I can tell you really love him. So don't let him go." Kyung-He coaxed Jin-Woo. His mind was blank, only focusing on (M/n).

"Yeah."

"Oi, Jin-Woo! Why did you smile so weirdly in this photo!"

'Ah, I hate him so much,' Jin-Woo thought as (M/n) made fun of him. "Don't look at those!" he marched over, snatching the photo album from his hands while Jin-Ah and (M/n) laughed on the floor.

"Pfft! I don't want our child to look like that!"

"It'll be even worse if it looked like you!"

"I'm a handsome bastard and you know that!"

"I didn't know you wanted children. I hope they look beautiful in the future," Jin-Ah's eyes sparkled at the thought of cute children saying 'Aunt' at her. She wanted to squeeze their chubby cheeks immediately.

"Wait five months, then you decide if the baby will look good."

"Five months? So you're getting married in five months?"

"What? No, I mean Jin-Woo is giving birth in five months." (M/n)'s laughter soon ceased into silence as Jin-Woo walked closer to him menacingly. He then understood why (M/n) didn't want him to tell Jin-Ho about his circumstances. It was so embarrassing for them to know. Now they're never going to let him give it up.

In front of his family, his face became tomato red with both anger and embarrassment as he crouched down to strangle (L/n) (M/n). "Why did you tell them, you dumbass?!"

"Eh?? I thought they already knew from how you told Jin-Ho from the moment we left the hospital."

"Shut up." Jin-Woo balled his fist and set it in the air, his other hand on (M/n)'s chest to prevent him from moving. "Wait, wait! Don't actually—"

"Oppa, you're pregnant?" Sung Jin-Ah's shock had multiplied by 900, so did her happiness. "MOM! IM GOING TO BE AN AUNT! WOOHOO!" She stood up from her place and fetched her phone with a massive smile. She was going to brag to all her friends all about it, wasn't she?

"This is a pleasant surprise. Jin-Woo! You don't tell us about anything going on your life." Kyung-He also smiled, half scolding Jin-Woo. He was already 24, so he could decide as an adult. She had no problem with it. "First, you're a hunter, then your secret fiancee, now your child? Hoo, you.."

Wait, why did secret alpha boyfriend evolve into fiancee? They weren't getting married after the birth of the child!

(M/n)'s ears were about to bleed. He forgot about it! But because of their excessive happiness, he couldn't bring himself to disagree with what they were saying in fear they'd be disappointed. So he could only regrettably nod.

[Yay! Yay! Baby!!]

[We're getting a little hunter!! (☆ω☆)]

Jin-Woo's complexion became pale blue. They were doomed.

#solo leveling x reader #fanfics #sung jin woo x reader

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Runaway

Mando x f!Reader

Chapter 1/?: Hauntings of a Runaway

Summary: Working here was never your long-term plan, and as time passes you realize you can’t afford to stay here any longer. As your past is fighting to make itself know a certain Mandalorian appears in town, becoming your only hope in making it off this planet before they find you.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: No real warning I can think of for this chapter!! Added Character! Reader works as a bartender but get scheduled as a dancer for the night. Slightly alludes to some sexual or intimate situations and besides that canon type behaviour:) let me know if you see anything that I should add

A/N: This chapter is my first dabble into writing fan fiction, so it sets the stage for our favourite tin-can right before he meets the child, so it’s a lill over the place. A lot of the questions posed here will be answered in the following chapters such as their past, parents etc so a lill slow burn start. Hopefully, it’s okay, and I’ll be working on the next one very soon!!

It had been years since you’d looked in the mirror and had found a reflection that did not paint an expression of exhaustion. One would think that after so much time it would become easier, but leaning closer you can still see the same tired eyes that have haunted you for years. Quickly turning your gaze away from your reflection, before you linger on it to long.

At this point you're an expert at avoiding your reflection, only allowing yourself a quick glance when getting ready, never quite prepared to face the woman in the mirror staring back. No longer recognizing the young girl underneath, instead, opting to push down the memories of better times. You know it’s a weak attempt, but it has allowed you to move on from thinking about everything that could have been. Choosing instead to focus on the dance floor and bar that despite everything always seem to be covered by a layer of dust. Focusing on the countless bodies that come through the club for the same reason that you’d stay because it was all there was, for now.

Although it would be a lie to say that you didn't dream about the possibility of someone entering the bar and taking you away, someone to give you a reason to stop running away on your own. A second chance to explore the galaxy, perhaps even adventure or romance that didn’t end in bloodshed. That maybe this dread wouldn’t haunt you forever, weigh you down as you’re forced to watch the shadows. Never escaping the fear no matter how many times you’d try to bury it.

You’re brought back to reality with the faint sound of water running through the pipes, reminded of the fact that as the years have continued to pass, nothing has changed. The idea of running away this time becoming laughable, as you don’t have a place to go to nor the credits needed to survive, either destroyed or depleted over the years. Instead, settling for the set routine that starts with the sunrise peeking through the window rails and ends with your ears humming from the music played throughout the night. Today not being any different, or at least, so you thought.

Turning back to the mirror you give your body one more glance, you note how the slip is slowly starting to fray at the hem, before bending down and slipping on your heels. Choosing to ignore the material for now as you let out a final sigh before making your way out of the fresher. You close the door behind you and glance down the dimly lit hallway, gathering your breath before navigating your way down the hall. Making your way towards your designated booth for the night, annoyed at the fact that you won’t be working the bar instead.

Tonight sent to the private booths instead, filling in due to a shortage of dancers available. A change from your usual routine where you’d entertain customers quiet conversations at the bar, before continuing to fuel their bad habits by the glass. Frowning as you’ll miss out on watching the familiar faces intertwine with new ones, sometimes seeing a glimpse of yourself in them. A glimpse of those same tired eyes you desperately try to avoid yourself staring right back at you in the face of a stranger.

Unlikely to the bar, the booths at the club feel far more intimate due to size. The small space decorated with black walls and a circle couch draped in a velvet like material. A raised stage with a stool in the centre of the room, leaving the dancers to be the centre of attention. While the red-toned lights that hang from above help to set the tone it’s all hidden from wandering eyes due to the heavy curtains blocking the entrance, forcing clients to pay before getting to view what was hidden behind them.

You can hear your heels click against the floor as you make your way to the stage to sit down, the music playing the only other noise accompanying you. Before lowering yourself on the cold metal of the classic black stool that has seen far too many days like these as it wobbles slightly due to a broken leg.

Caressing your hands down your body, you end up playing with the frayed hem of your borrowed slip. Studying the tattered material closer you catch sight of a few holes scattered along the bottom, accompanying a small rip that undoubtedly must’ve been from a previous customer. You pull a face at the thought, knowing how various clients tend to get dragged out due to their erratic behaviour towards the girls—before being banned from returning.

As you continue to caress your hands down your body you gloss across the room, noting soft chatter over the music before the curtains pull apart, revealing the first customer for the night. You try to even your breath as you ready yourself, sitting up straight on the stool before you flash him a smile.

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You leave your booth a few hours later, switching with one of the girls for the rest of the night. Deciding quickly that you’d scan the club to see if Kal was working at the bar, before you’d head to bed. All you had to do before going off to find him was hand over your boss' share of credits, after which you find Kal serving a customer a drink at the bar. As you walk up you note the people scattered across the club, all too engrossed in their conversations or company to bother you for favours.

Working here might not have been your ultimate dream job but some of the people who work here made for good company. From the girls and their endless banter backstage before opening to the guys at the bar that would drag out any customers if needed. It made the everyday routine slightly more exciting, it felt in a way like family.

You turn to avoid bumping into a customer, before moving across the floor towards the bar a bit faster than before. Your eyes landing on an open spot in the far corner—closest to Kal— before you note a glimmer from your peripheral view. Too concerned with claiming the spot to take a closer look. The glimmer disappearing just as fast as it had appeared.

You plop yourself down on the spot with a melodramatic sigh and catch Kal shooting you a small smile before turning to you.

“Tough day?” he asks with a teasing tone, smiling at the pout you’re wearing across your face. Knowing just by your expression that you were in a dire need of food and company. Not even waiting for your answer as he turns to prepare a bowl of soup. Carefully filling the bowls with the hot contents for both of you, before making his way over with everything.

You straighten up at the sight of the hot bowl of soup as he sets it in front of you. “How’d you guess,” you chuckle, before swallowing down your first sip, humming at the warm feeling passing through you. Looking up when you hear Kal laughing at you, before digging in himself.

You both sit in silence as you work on your bowls, looking around the club in-between sips as you study everyone, wondering if you should ask him if anyone interesting came by today. As you get the courage to ask him you catch the same glimpse from before in the corner of your eye, turning your head towards the source. You furrow your brows as you try to get a better view at the man in the armour. Struggling at first as he’s hidden partially by the shadows before you slowly start to recognize the armour, confusion set across your face as you wonder what a Mandalorian would be here for.

Intrigued by the presence of the Mandalorian you almost miss the way Kal tries to catch your attention, until the man in the armour whips his head around and meets your gaze. With a startle, you rip your gaze from his figure and turn to Kal with embarrassment, your cheeks flushed red by having been caught staring. Sucking in a breath you try to calm your racing heart as you feel the gaze of the warrior burning in your back, too afraid to return it. Instead, turning to gaze up at Kal when you hear his voice call out to you again.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice tinged with concern as he studies your face, before he sneaks a glance across your shoulder in search for whatever you were engrossed by just moments before, immediately recognizing the figure from the previous night. Furrowing his brows and straightening his back he returns his gaze to your flushed face. Watching your face as you collect yourself together with slow nod.

“Oh yeah… I-I just thought I saw something” You mumble quickly, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Interested in trying to hide your growing curiosity for the armoured figure.

You'd never actually seen a Mandalorian before, having only heard of the legends concerning their line of work. Which only furthered your wonder on what a mercenary such as him was doing on a backwater planet like this? He clearly wasn’t indulging himself in any of the services of the club, let alone drowning his sorrows with drinks?

You quiet for a moment, wondering if perhaps Kal had spoken to him or disclosed any information over his plans here.

“W-Who’s that?” you ask, turning to Kal with a hopeful look. Annoyed with the unusual stumble in your speech, hoping he won’t question you for it, before he returns your hopeful look with scrutiny.

“A Mandalorian,” he states matter-of-factly, “This is the second night he’s visited… “ He trails off, examining the man in the corner, wondering if he should continue his train of thought. The man in armour, still hidden by the shadows of the club before returning to face your curious eyes. “When he came by last night he was accompanied by someone else. I didn’t catch their entire conversation, but I overheard something about a bounty”, he continues as his eyes flicker between you and the warrior. Nervous that the warrior might hear the quiet conversation despite the distance.

Your breath hitching at Kal’s words “A bounty?” you whisper in disbelief as you subtly peer over your shoulder “Here?” The club seeming like an unlikely place for a criminal to hide, even in this corner of the galaxy. You feel a flood of panic at the acknowledgment of possible danger, before a thought crosses your mind as you slowly turn back towards Kal.

Maybe, just maybe this could be your ticket out...

“Yea, I think it might have been a difficult one too” Kal confesses lowly before looking at your startled expression. The word -difficult- ringing through your mind, as you wonder who could possibly cause a warrior as such that much difficulty.

Perhaps it’s why he had come here, to retrace the steps of his bounty.

Hope slowly growing stronger in your chest because what if you had seen the bounty come through the club! Or even spoken to them. That would be worth something, right? Could it be possible that if you’d offer your help to the Mandalorian, he would help you in return? Make a deal of some sorts.

Your thoughts quickly interrupted by Kal when he catches your expression. Knowing what the expression on your face truly means, worried that it might cause more bad than good.

“Don’t even think about it,” he exclaims before meeting your gaze with a serious expression.

“I could help,” you counter without hesitation, trying to elaborate on your idea “I might’ve seen the bounty pass through the club-“

“I don’t think you understand the various ways that could go wrong,” he retaliates as he shakes his head. You can see concern rather than frustration written across his face as he folds his arms across his chest. You let out a small huff at his statement before he continues with an indifferent tone “besides, I’m pretty sure people like them work alone” before turning to put his focus on clearing the bowls from the bar. Stepping away to make his way to the back with the dirty dishes, swiftly disappearing around the corner.

When you see Kal fully gone you turn to steal a glance behind you in search for the Mandalorian, only to be disappointed when the corner is empty. His empty seat only furthering your frustration as it seems that the man in armour appears just as fast as he disappears, leaving you to wonder if he’d return here again tomorrow. Moving back to face the bar when you hear the faint sound of Kal’s footsteps returning from the back. Looking up to give him a small smile, clearing your throat awkwardly before standing up from your spot.

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” you say with a stiff nod towards where the girls quarters are. “I’ll see you tomorrow” you mumble as you feel your eyes starting to feel heavier. Glancing at Kal before turning around to walk away when you hear a low sigh escape his lips, making you hold your position. Looking back at his figure, you can see exhaustion set in his face as he rubs his hand across his face in worry.

“You’re going to do it aren’t you” he murmured, already knowing the answer. Putting his hands down on the bar before meeting your gaze. Feeling guilt slowly flood your system at his expression, clasping your hands together before you try to answer.

“Yes,” you reply weakly, aware of the way it causes Kal to stiffen his stance before turning his head to escape your gaze. “You know more than anyone else, that I have to at least try…right?” you practically plead, slowly stepping closer to the bar. Flickering your eyes across the club before settling them on him again “I’ve been here for far too long… I can’t— I need to keep moving.”

“You can stop—“

“No, I can’t… I don’t think I ever could” You say, slowly feeling the guilt over power you as your view becomes blurry. You bite your tongue to hold a sob threatening to escape before looking down at your feet. “I made a promise to-maybe we can find a way to both get out of here” catching your breath as you finish pleading your case, grabbing Kal’s hand before continuing “We could…w-we could find a new place to call home.”

A sympathetic chuckle escaping his lips before he turns his gaze back to your teary eyes, shaking his head in disbelief “I’m already home.” His eyes softening as he looks at you “This idea of yours— it’s your dream, not mine” he exclaims lowly, letting your hand go before cupping your cheek to wipe a stray tear away.

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It isn’t until later when you finally make your way down the hallway that connects the club to the girls quarters. Slipping your shoes off as you go to open up the door to find the lights off and find some of the girls already sound asleep in their cots.

Walking in you can see the stars visible through the window rails beside your bed. They shine a soft light across the room as you go to pull back the covers to lay down, not bothering with changing. Too exhausted to focus on finding a clean shirt. Instead, pulling the covers over your bare legs, basking in the temporary comfort and silence. Trying to ignore the sob trying to make its way to the surface, as you allow yourself to take one last glance at the stars above you, before turning your back towards them.

Shutting your eyes tight you can’t stop the tear that manages to escape the corner of your eye at the idea of leaving. Letting the image of the man hidden in the shadows burn into your mind, so the next time you lay your eyes on him, you might never forget him. Promising to yourself that you will find a way too runaway, no matter the price.

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You wake with a jolt, sitting up to see the sun shining brightly through the window rails. A low groan escaping your throat when you plop back down on your cot. Dust slowly drifting above you as you pass your hand through the air in boredom, knowing that if you don’t get up soon you’ll just fall back asleep again.

Dropping your hand back down you note the silence in the room, slowly realizing that you’re the only one left. A thought quickly discard when you hear loud shouting from outside the quarters, groaning when you recognize your boss’ voice.

Sitting up you can still hear chatter, not recognizing the voice accompanying your boss’. Passing one last glance across the room before reaching underneath the cot for your clothing. Settling for a pair of old pants and a cream button up that were left behind by a previous person, before silently making your way to the door.

You put your ear to the door but can no longer hear the voices from before, frowning as you reach for the handle before turning it slowly. Peeking your head around the corner, disappointed when you see nothing, the hallway vacant from traffic as you take a step out. Turning back towards the room for your bag before heading towards the fresher.

Inside the fresher you do your best to avoid your reflection in the mirror while you work on making yourself presentable, blindly gathering your hair in a bun. A strand falling to frame your face making you glance towards yourself, gasping at the sight. Your eyes are red and puffy from the night before with exhaustion written across your face. Feeling your heart sting at the memory before you continue to navigate your way in the tight confines of the fresher to get dressed, bending down to slip on your shoes, you catch sight of a small hole forming around the heel and groan in frustration.

Great there goes another pair

Standing back up to grab your bag from the counter before laying it on your lap as you go to sit down. Letting out a breath when you finally spot the small pouch that contains your credits. You reach for it and dump its contents in your hand. Mumbling to yourself quietly as you count the number of credits available. Looking up from your hand with a sigh, before tipping your head back against the wall. Previous concerns returning as you realize you don’t even have enough credits to attempt to bribe the Mandalorian if needed. Closing your eyes you—

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

The loud noise surprising you, causing you to loosen your grip on the credits, as they slip in-between your fingers before scattering across the floor. You let out a curse with a quick breath before you bend down to try and pack everything back into your bag as quickly as your shaky hands allow you too.

Trying to organize your thoughts before shouting “I’m sorry I-I’m going to— I just need a minute,”

Scanning your eyes across the floor to see if you missed anything, before you stand up from the floor. Dragging your sweaty palms across your pants before you take one more look across the fresher before you move to open the door. Coming face to face with an irritated scowl, recognizing your boss’ face before moving aside quickly as you can, shooting him an apologetic look for the hold-up.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were waiting” you say, as you fidget with your bag strap, before fully exiting the fresher. Allowing him to slip inside before you let out a breath, trying to calm your heart rate down before heading towards the exit, hoping that the market won’t be too packed for the day.

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You arrive around noon, the sun beating down on you as you try to make your way through the market. Occasionally, stopping at stands that pique your interest, before you continue your search for a stand that might sell you a new pair of shoes.

While walking a glimmer in the corner of your eye catches your attention, as you feel a shiver run across your body. You glance around for any signs of the Mandalorian, disappointed when you see nothing out of the ordinary, slowly returning your gaze to the stands in-front of you. Deciding that your heightened paranoia is playing a joke on you, making you believe in things that aren’t there--in people that aren’t there. A soft groan escaping your lips before you start moving along again, crossing your arms across your chest as you try to make your way through the marketplace.

After pacing the market for a while you strike a deal for a new pair of shoes, deciding you’ll try to avoid spending any more credits for the day, until you can’t help being distracted by a stand that is selling a handful of warm thermal sweaters. A simple black one catching your eye, as you make your way over.

Letting the material slip between your fingers you revel in the soft material. Wondering how the material would feel on the colder nights at the club, when covers aren’t enough. You let out a small sigh in defeat before you turn to flag down the seller. Startled when you catch sight of the Mandalorian a few feet away, purchasing the same item that you are holding, before tucking it away in his bag. You aren’t close enough to catch what his voice might sound like, but as you try to move closer you forget about the shirt in hand. Forced to quit your eavesdropping when you feel a heavyweight land against your arm.

“Ow kkriff wha—“ you groan clutching your arm in pain, before turning to face the vendor with a scowl across your face.

“Thief!! You need to pay for the goods!” the vendor shouts as he continues to hit your arm causing you to loosen your grip on the material until it drops out of your hand with a shriek.

Your cheeks tinted red as you snap back to the vendor before he can get another hit in “I wasn’t stealing anything!” Stepping away from the stall, appalled by the vendors' accusation, before you bend down to snatch the shirt from the ground and throw the material back in his face.

“You-“ he tries to snap back before you cut him off.

“I’m not a thief!” You say with a sharp tone, holding your breath as you wait for the vendor to challenge you. Instead, startled when the next voice you hear isn’t his, making you whip your head around as fast as possible, landing your gaze on the Mandalorian.

His stance calm as he tilts his helmet slightly. “Is there a problem” he asks in a challenging tone, as you observe his hand hovering over the blaster on his hip, his baritone voice sounding surprisingly husky due to the modulator in his helmet. Leaving you to stare straight into the blacked-out t-shaped visor of his helmet. Feeling his gaze burn as you finally let out a breath, before tearing your eyes from the man in-front of you to look back at the vendor.

Seeing him refold the material with a scowl on his face, unnerved by the warriors' proximity before answering “No, everything is fine.”

You can slowly feel your heartbeat start to return to normal, but struggle to regain your calm with the Mandalorian continuing to gaze at you. You close your eyes for a quick second before gathering the courage to face the warrior.

As you turn to stare at the Mandalorian you take a mental note of how broad his shoulders seem up close, the shadows from the club undoubtedly having hidden how significant he’d be in broad daylight. A shiver runs down your back as you continue to subtly scan your eyes across his armour, the scuffed up metal revealing some worn down areas affected by his line of work.

An exasperated sigh breaks you out of your trance, back to the marketplace and warrior in front of you. His stance highlighting his slight annoyance before he starts to move past you. Panic setting in as you realize that this might be your only opportunity to confront him, causing you to unceremoniously blurt out the first thing possible “I heard you were looking for a bounty.” Holding your breath as you wait for an answer. Seeing the warrior freeze in his step before turning to look back at you. The tilt of his helmet revealing his travelling gaze across your figure, before straightening his back. The motion making a sliver of skin visible with his proximity, surprised as your eyes land on the tan skin.

Your question continues to linger in the air as his deafening silence engulfs you. Panic slowly starts to seep into your expression as you fear that perhaps he might have found the bounty already. Gathering a breath as you try to explain yourself “Right?—I-I heard you were,” stumbling over your words as you start to fidget with the strap of your bag, feeling yourself burn up under his gaze.

“Why do you care to know?” he questions after a moment, continuing to hold his stance your desperation slowly kicks in, as you try to answer in a convincing manner.

“I want to help… I could help. I actually saw you at the club and thought that—“

“You thought that you could help me?” he asks in a sceptic tone, wondering what the true intentions behind your offer is

“Well, I work at the club and— look, many strangers pass by, and I might have seen something. I can— or let you know if the bounty came through,” you continue as you glance down towards your feet, kicking up some dust from the ground before continuing softly. “I’ve heard of your kind, you tend to hold your promises when making a deal. So, that’s what I’m asking for… A deal, nothing more.” Slowly lifting your gaze to observe his reaction, disappointed when your confession is met with silence, once again.

So much for an escape.

A frustrated sigh escaping you as you question if you should continue. Your heart starting to thrum wildly when you see the warrior tilt his helmet in thought. Slowly raising his hands to his hips before letting out a modulated sigh “What kind of deal?” he asks with a low voice, taking one step closer to you, slowly closing the distance between you.

“The kind where I give you information, and you get me off this planet” you proclaim confidently, not sure where you found it but thankful nonetheless.

“I’m not a taxi service” he grumbles roughly, annoyed with your proposed offer. “Find someone else” he huffs as he tilts his helmet away from you before dropping his hands from his hips and turning to continue out of the marketplace. Leaving you behind with a confused expression, before an angered expression replaces it as you stalk after the masked warrior, refusing to let him go without a fight.

Taking a few quick strides you try to catch up with the Mandalorian, trailing behind him as he turns out of the marketplace into an empty alleyway. Refusing to acknowledge you as he continues to walk away, not bothering to slow down his pace for you.

Your frustration only growing when he decides to turn another corner, making you dash forward before trying to clasp a firm grasp around his arm. Your hopes that he’ll slow his pace for you answered when you feel the ground beneath your feet disappear.

Just not in the way…you’d hoped for.

You feel your breath knocked out of your lungs when he grasps you by your shirts collar and slams your back into the wall of the alleyway. Moving an arm across your chest as he presses you further into the wall, a pained whimper leaving you as he tightens his grasp on you. Your feet barely touching the floor with how high he’s lifted you against the wall. A jagged breath of his heard through the modulator, as you struggle against his arm, before you feel his hands tightening further around the material of your blouse as your wide eyes stare into his blacked out visor, trying to locate his own. Shock and fear written across your face as his physical response serves as a harsh reminder of whom you’re trying to strike a deal with, hearing Rex’s warning from the night before ringing through your mind.

“I. Don't. Want. To. Hurt. You” he seethes through his teeth, emphasizing every word as before releasing his grip on you, still hovering over your body as you try to focus on responding to his words. Feeling his chest heave up and own in anger as you feel your eyes drifting from his visor to the small sliver of skin visible, the scent of the Mandalorian slowly engulfing your senses as you feel your hands tremble. Wondering if you’re even allowed to see the tiny amount of skin shown, before tearing your eyes away, slowly feeling your eyes water before meeting his gaze, nodding slowly in understanding.

“O-Okay” you croak feeling your throat tighten up at his harsh voice. “I’m s-sorry—I just thought—“

“You weren’t thinking.” He scoffed, his anger clearly visible despite his layer of armour. Moving away from you in a fluid motion before shaking his head lightly, returning his gaze to your figure, noticing the slight tremble in your legs.

“I Just—” gathering a breath before continuing more clearly “Please let me help, it’s all I ask” you ask with a slight shake in your voice closing your eyes as you drop your head forward before continuing, “Please I’ll give you anything that I can, if you can get me out of here, anywhere. I don't care, you can drop me off wherever you’re going next” your eyes burning as you can feel them start to water, biting the inside of your cheek to keep it in. “Anything” you promise in a steady voice, swallowing the brick in your throat, before lifting your head back up to meet his gaze “Anything”.

Letting out a breath when you hear his answers coming out in a low voice through the modulator, “Tonight. I’ll meet you for information. If it’s worth something, I will help you.” Not bothering to elaborate any further as he turns to walk away, stopping for a split second in his tracks before continuing with a harsh growl “Do me a favour and try to not get yourself killed before then” before turning around the corner down the alleyway, as he disappears once again.

Leaving you alone as you clutch your hands together against your chest, standing against the wall for a few second before your knees finally give out, letting yourself slide down to the ground.

Maybe, just maybe you’ll find your way out

#y’all this is my first fanfic so pls don’t burn me at the stakes YET #let me know if it’s a vibe or what you’d like too see #also so much of whats going on will be answered as the chaptersgo on but ahhh #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #din djarin x f!reader #star wars fanfic #take it off or I will #mando #mando x you #mando x y/n

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Book Lovers ~ Pope Heyward

Blurb: You have a crush on Pope and Pope has a crush on you. Your love for books brings you together.

Word Count: 3,376

Warnings: swearing, poorly written towards the end cause I'm bad at ending writings, probably spelling/grammar errors, I think thats it.

I started writing this as a whole bond over books thing and then it kind of got away from that a bit but not really I don't think.

Also, the way i was going back and forth between writing this and something Calum Hood related cause its his birthday and I love him was insane.

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You sat on the beach on a towel, a book in hand as the sounds of screams and waves filled the air.

Not too far away sat Pope, staring at you as JJ, John B and Kie surfed. He watched as you brushed some hair behind your ear before turning the page, completely engrossed by whatever it was you were reading.

"Are you serious?" Pope jumped as his head swiveled to look at the voice that spoke.

Kie stood there, surfboard under her arm with an eyebrow raised, the two other boys behind her.

"What?" Pope shrugged, acting as casual as he could.

"Really? Playing dumb Pope? Thats JJ's job." She answered, setting down her board and sitting next to him.

"I take some offense to that, Kie." JJ told her which only caused the curly-haired girl to roll her eyes.

"Just go talk to her, Pope."

Pope widened his eyes. "Are you crazy, Kie?"

"If talking to someone you like is crazy then have me committed but last time I checked it was normal."

"What would I even talk to her about?"

"Oh, I don't know. She's only reading a book. Gosh if only you read." Kie told him, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Pope sighed before getting up.

"Go get 'em, tiger." John B grinned as him and JJ took a seat next to Kie, watching as Pope made his way over.

He was about halfway to you before he turned around and walked back, shaking his head. "I can't do it. It's rude to interrupt someone's reading ya know. That and Toppers walking towards her."

JJ scoffed. "Really, man. Toppers got nothing on you. Besides, I'm pretty sure they're just friends."

"Oh quite the opposite, JJ. He's got money and a way nicer boat."

John B shot Pope a look. "How dare you insult the HMS Pogue like that."

"You know what I mean. He can buy her literally anything she asks for."

"Okay. So he's got money and a nice boat. That means he's trying to compensate for something. Any guesses as to what that is?" Kie stared at Pope.

JJ grinned, deciding to answer for his best friend. "His di-"

"Personality, JJ" Kie cut off the blonde. "What he lacks in personality, he makes up for with money. Topper is boring as hell. He doesn't know the meaning of excitement and adventure. You do. I'm sure you have way more in common with her than Topper does."

Pope took one last look at you, book open but ignored as Topper chatted with you. You just smiled and nodded before standing up and gathering your things, waving a small goodbye to Topper as you did.

You glanced over and saw the Pogues watching you so you brought up your hand and sent them a small wave, blushing when Pope smiled and waved back at you.

The next time Pope saw you was at the library. He was getting a couple of books for a paper he had to write and you were there, scanning the shelves, trying to figure out what book you wanted to read next.

Pope had looked over and froze when he saw you just a few feet away from him, fingers ghosting over the spines of books as you read the titles.

You had agreed to ride with Kelce to the library considering he needed a specific book to read and you needed a new book to read. You chewed on your lip, focusing on each one before pulling one out that caught your eye, reading the blurb before ultimately deciding that you didn’t want to read that one now.

Pope took a deep breath before scanning the titles himself, attempting to find one that he had already read that he thought you would enjoy. He finally found one and grabbed it, walking over to you.

"Having troubles?" He asked.

You jumped slightly before looking at him. "Little bit. It's hard to find which one to read next, ya know."

Pope nodded before handing you the book. "You might like this one. I read it and could hardly put it down. It's definitely on my list of books to own."

You took it with a smile. "Thanks."

"It's no biggie." Pope shrugged.

You smiled again before walking backwards towards the checkout counter. "I'll see you around, Pope."

Pope grinned at the fact that you knew his name. "I hope so, Y/N."

You blushed slightly before turning around, meeting up with Kelce who immediately noticed your reddened cheeks.

"What's going on over here, Y/N/N?" He asked, pointing to his own cheeks.

"Nothing." You mumbled, placing your book and library card on the counter.

Kelce looked around, trying to spot who was making his best friend blush before shrugging.

Later that night, you and Kelce were sitting on his living room floor with Rafe and Topper, a board game set out in front of the boys as you read your book and listened to their conversation.

"Topper, St.Louis is not the capital of Illinois." Rafe said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"What are you talking about? Yes it is!"

Kelce took a deep breath before looking at Topper. "Top, sweetie, if you think St.Louis is the capital of Illinois, then what's the capital of Missouri?"

"Boise?"

You peered over your book with a blank look on your face, Kelce and Rafe having the same look on theirs.

"Come on guys, you know I'm bad at geography." Topper whined.

"I think," Rafe started, looking at Kelce, "We need to bust out that Sequence state capital game from second grade."

"I think I lost a brain cell during this conversation," Kelce rubbed his temples.

"Good thing you're not playing fucking jeopardy or you'd really be screwed, Top." You said.

Topper turned his attention to you. "Not all of us are book smart, Y/L/N." Topper leaned over to look at the page before squinting. "Whatcha reading that's better than playing a game with us, anyway?"

You held up the book enough so they could read the title and Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Where'd ya find that one?"

"Someone recommended it to me." You blushed a little at the interaction with Pope earlier that day.

"Oh ho ho. That is the same blush you had at the library. You like this person." Kelce pointed.

"Shut up, Kelc."

"Wait. She was blushing? Oh snap."

"Spill the name, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at your friends before replying. "I don't have to tell you three anything."

"Come on. If you're not gonna tell us then how will we tease you?" Rafe whined.

"That's exactly why I'm not gonna tell you. You'll just tease me and then whenever he's around, you'll act all juvenile."

Topper looked at the two boys before turning towards you. "If we promise that we will keep the teasing to a minimum when he's not around and that we act mature about this, will you tell us?"

You bit your lip before hesitantly nodding. Rafe, Topper and Kelce's eyes widened, eager to hear the name about to come out of your mouth.

You sighed, bookmarking your page. "His name is Marcel. He wears glasses and wears a sweater vest. A bit on the awkward side but very sweet."

Kelce and Topper shot each other confused glances, never having heard that name before. Rafe, on the other hand, cocked his head to the side with an unamused look and a 'really'.

"You know this Marcel, Cameron?" Topper asked.

"Yeah. If you watch the Best Song Ever music video, you'll meet him. I do have two sisters, remember." He answered.

You shrugged. "Worth a shot."

"Come on, Y/L/N. Just give us the name."

You held up your hands in surrender. "Okay, okay." Your three friends leaned forward, staying quiet with raised eyebrows. "Pope Heyward."

"Oh my God," Topper breathed.

"Can we not do the usual 'traitor' bullshit please? I feel like my mom is already going to have a fit."

"What makes you think we'd do that?"

You shot each of them a look before standing up. "I gotta get going. You guys have fun and Topper," you looked at the blonde, "learn your damn capitals."

And then you were out the door.

****

Pope walked into The Wreck a few days later and spotted you in the corner, book in hand while you ate your food. Pope was so focused on you that he didn't even notice Kie appear next to him with a water pitcher in her hand.

"You gonna stand there all day or you gonna sit down with her and start up a conversation."

Pope whipped his head to look at his friend before shrugging. "I guess I could but sh-"

"She's reading and its rude to interrupt someone whos reading. I know." Kie rolled her eyes before walking over to your table.

He saw you smile at Kie and greet her before nodding. You looked past Kie and saw Pope. You grinned and waved him over which Pope happily did, taking a seat across from you.

"Want anything Pope?" Kie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just get me the usual."

Kie smiled before walking away towards the back.

"I finished that book you recommended to me last night and I was speechless. The ending was...wow." You leaned back in your chair, taking a drink of water.

"I know right. That book made me want to read all his other works and they're all just so amazing." Pope grinned.

"His writing is so poetic that I was surprised I wasn't reading an actual poem."

"Exactly. He's such a good writer."

You two talked for hours about different authors and books you guys liked, eventually both of you started writing down names of books and authors for the other to check out.

"How long have they been like that?" John B asked, JJ sitting beside him along with the kook boys who joined them unexpectedly with no hassle whatsoever.

"Lets see. You five have been here for 45 minutes to an hour, Pope showed up a couple of hours before you. So...almost four." Kie smiled before scurrying off to wait on another table.

"Four what? Hours?" JJ asked.

"Yes, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the table where you sat with Pope.

"They both look so happy." Topper commented.

"Because they are. They're in love." Kelce sighed with a dopey smile on his face, resting his head against his hand.

"Aren't they a little young for love?" John B raised an eyebrow.

Kelce shot him a look which caused John B to raise his hand in surrender.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"They're both nerds. Take a guess."

JJ opened his mouth to object, offended on behalf of his best friend but John B stopped him. "No, no. He has a point."

You glanced at your watch before standing up, saying something to Pope who nodded, handing each other your phones.

JJ smirked. "My boy is getting some." Rafe, Kelce, and Topper all turned to look at JJ, unamused with his words. "Or not."

*****

Pope shook his head. "No way. That is one of the dumbest and most cliche tropes ever."

It was a week later and you and Pope sat at The Wreck again, having a conversation about whatever you recently read and now, apparently, your favorite and least favorite tropes.

"I have to disagree. Enemies to lovers has my heart." You responded, taking a bite out of your burger after you spoke.

"One bed and they have to share reigns supreme." Pope popped a fry into his mouth like that was the end of discussion.

You held up your finger as you finished chewing before swallowing. "You have to have some love for the enemies to lovers trope then because a lot of enemies to lovers involve sharing a bed." You pointed out.

"What about friends to lovers? Hmm? Hmmm? That right there is practically gold and bed sharing comes into play."

You rolled your eyes. "At some point, a friend likes another. I can tell you in confidence that I had a crush on Topper, Kelce, and Rafe at some point in our friendship. It was bound to happen because we hang out so much. Enemies to lovers though? Who willingly hangs out with their enemy? No one."

Pope laughed. "Alright. Sure. Whatever."

"Don't whatever me Pope. I'm right and you know I am." You laughed.

Pope held his hands up in surrender. "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Kiara walked over to your table and you smiled. "Lets ask Kie."

"Ask me what?" Her eyes darted between you and Pope.

Pope turned to Kie. "I want you to be honest with me, Kie. Which trope is better? Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers."

Kie blinked slowly as she spoke. "I was just coming here to ask if you need refills or anything else."

"This is more important. Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?"

You both looked at the girl expectedly and she shrugged. "I'm more of a fake dating girl myself so neither."

"Or both." You raised your eyebrows.

"True. Enemies could fake date or friends could. Sounds like a both thing for me."

Kie just turned and walked away, shaking her head with a small smile.

Your phone dinged and you looked down, seeing a text from your mom. "Thats my mother paging me." You sighed as you stood up. "This has been a fun date, Pope."

"Date?"

You felt your face heat up from embarrassment."Oh, was this...not- I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry."

"No, it was. I just didn't think you'd think of it as one." Pope quickly said.

You smiled before kissing his cheek. "I'll talk to you later then.'

Pope blushed as he watched you walk away, paying for your half of the meal before exiting the building.

****

It's been a month since you and Pope became official. A lot of your dates were either study dates, beach dates, or dates that consisted of you two eating at The Wreck while discussing anything under the sun.

Pope was kind of scared when you asked him what he wanted to do for a living, considering everyone else thought it was weird but you were supportive.

"That's cool."

Popes eyes widened in shock at your words. "Really? No 'why would you choose a coroner' or 'why the hell would you wanna work with dead bodies'?"

You shrugged as you stole one of the fries from his plate. "I think it's cool. It's a job not many people want but it's an important one."

That was probably when Pope knew that he was in deep with you. The fact that you didn't judge the things he was passionate about and what he wanted to do. That just made him fall for you more and let him know that you were the perfect girl for him.

Now here you were, spending the weekend together in the best way.

You sat in Pope's living room, okay laid in Pope's living room, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Pope had the house all to himself for the weekend and invited you over for a Harry Potter movie marathon since you two just finished rereading the entire series.

So here you were, curled into your boyfriend's side with his arm draped over your shoulders, holding you closer if that was even possible.

You sighed as Alan Rickman appeared on the screen. "I miss him."

Pope kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your arm. "I know, sweetheart. You say that everytime he pops up on screen."

"I can't help it. He was just such a good soul."

Pope smiled, twirling some of your hair around his finger. He loved listening to you talk about things and people you were passionate about. The smile on your face whenever someone, usually him, brought up one of those topics was worth it and he could listen to your voice for hours on end, which usually happened when a topic of interest was brought up.

"Are you even listening to me?" You'd ask, tapping his wrist.

"Every word."

You'd lean back and cross your arms, a smirk on your face as you raised one of your eyebrows. "Oh really?"

He'd nod before speaking. "You were saying how you think iced coffee is better than regular hot coffee."

You'd make an impressed face. "Are you going to say anything at any point in this conversation."

He'd pretend to think about it before shaking his head. "I'm good."

You'd roll your eyes before purposely bringing up a topic that would cause him to talk some because just like him, you were obsessed with seeing his smile when he was interested in a topic and hearing his voice.

"Pope, did you hear me?"

Pope blinked before shaking his head. "No. Sorry. I was spacing this time."

"I asked if you wanted to make stir fry tonight?" You laughed lightly at the space cadet you called a boyfriend.

Pope smiled and nodded. "Sounds great. I'll ask dad if we can raid the store for whatever we don't have."

You both pulled out your phones, you to get the recipe and Pope to ask his dad if it was okay to take whatever was needed for dinner.

You walked into the kitchen and started pulling out whatever you could find that was needed for the stir fry before writing down on a notepad what was left.

"We got the go ahead." Pope told you and you held up the notepad.

"Then let's go on an adventure."

You two paused the movie and made your way down the street towards Heywards hand in hand.

"Have you ever seen the Percy Jackson movies?" You asked, genuinely curious if Pope had or not. Pope shook his head and you let out a laugh. "Oh boy. We might have to take a break from good ol' HP so you can watch them."

"Why?" Pope swung your arms as looked at you.

"You might find them...interesting. That's all." You shrugged.

"Are they good?"

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his arm. "You'll have to see."

Normally, you wouldn't recommend watching the movies to anyone but when it came to Pope, you wanted him to see it. You wanted to see him rant about all the differences and how bad this adaptation was. You wanted to see him get all flustered at the smallest details that the movies got wrong and complain about how this doesn't do the books any justice.

"Are you setting me up?" A small smile sat on Pope's lips.

You placed a hand to your heart. "Ouch Pope. That stings."

He just laughed before kissing your temple as you approached Heywards. Pope unlocked the door and you followed him inside, picking up the rest of your ingredients before walking over to the counter and pulling a 20 out of your pocket, sliding it under one of the boxes for Mr.Heyward to find.

"Really? You know my dad loves you right? Like you don't have to pay him for this stuff. He gave us the okay." Pope said.

You shrugged. "It's fine and it's only right. I mean, I'm taking things from his store. The least I can do is pay him." You turned to the security camera and waved before pointing to the box the cash was under and doing the hand signal for money.

"You do know he cant check the system from his phone right?"

"Yeah but if he plays it back, he'll know and no one else will see the footage." You smiled before turning back to your boyfriend. "Ready?" You asked as you placed your things in a bag.

Pope grabbed your hand and the bag as he nodded. "Lets get cooking."

You laughed as you followed him back outside, waiting for him to lock the door before beginning the short journey back to his, the pair of you thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like the other.

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aidanrgallagher7 · 4 years ago

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Love in The Midst of Doomsday~

Five Hargreaves × Reader

Prologue

Chapter One: Day One

Word Count 3.1k

Warnings: cussing

March 24, 2019:

When Five arrived home, he found himself only five days before the apocalypse was set to happen. His family was shocked to see him return home since he was gone for seventeen years, but for Five it had been forty five. Yet when he came through the porthole, he looked the same as the day he left: a sixteen year old boy. But that is far from reality, he is a fifty eight year old man, trapped inside of his younger self. So not only did he have to explain why this could have happened, he also had to tell his siblings that there was going to be an apocalypse that would kill all of them. They did not believe him until events started to occur hours before the end times. Against all of the odds, Five time jumped himself and his family into the future to miss the deadly fires that ended the world as they knew it. It was not simple, not in the slightest. His family got scattered over the course of the time Five had to save them all, including himself. His sister Vanya had a catastrophic event happen to her that caused her to lash out and use her powers against her siblings. In doing so, she was the one to cause the apocalypse in the first place. Vanya was so strong that she shot her powers towards the moon, causing it to burst in which led to the end of the world. Five thought about leaving his sister behind during those few seconds before jumping into the future, but how could he? She is his sister so he indeed took all of his siblings and jumped ahead. Or so he thought.

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November 25, 1963:

When he fell through the porthole, he fell alone. Once he was on the ground, the blue light disappeared and none of his siblings came out.

Five "Luther! Diego!" But that wasn't the only problem. When he turned around, there was a war going on in the middle of the street. He walks up to find two sides, battling for what? He did not know. That was until he found a newspaper amongst the debris. It read "Soviets attack U.S."

Five "This can't be right!" He looked around and saw his family standing in the middle of the road. They were fighting with the military, killing the enemy with their powers of course. Diego spots his brother standing there, baffled from what he is witnessing.

Diego "Five, you sick son of a bitch! Where have you been?!" Five attempts to answer but a hand lands on his right shoulder, making him stop in his tracks. When he looks up, he finds his old rival from the Commission (who became his ally in 2019) smiling down at him.

Hazel "If you want to live, come with me."

Five "Hazel? What the hell are you doing here?"

Hazel "No time to explain. Those are nukes old timer!" Five looks up and sees multiple nukes coming straight towards him.

Five "What about my family?"

Hazel "You can't save them if you are dead." He takes no time to hesitate, he has to save his family...for the second time.

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November 15, 1963:

Hazel jumps Five ten days back, giving him just enough time to find his family and save them from the new doomsday that must have followed him. Hazel explains to him why he is helping him and how he can save his family when all of a sudden, a bus drives by and three men come out with machine guns, killing Hazel instantly. But before his death, he hands Five a briefcase and places a box type object in his blazer pocket that Five will need later. Five had no time to mourn Hazel, he had to find his family and save them all. When he loses the three men, presumably sent to kill him by the Commission, he finds an alley. In that alley, he finds an apartment building with antennas and a whole bunch of electrical equipment on the rooftop. He pauses and thinks for a moment, "Maybe this can help me." Then he feels something in his finger, when he looks down, he sees his wedding ring that was still on his finger. It was slipping off, making him feel it.

Five "Shit.." he has gone through so much these last five days that he almost forgot that he even had a wife. "I'll get back to you, I promise." He whispered to himself as he took his ring off and put it in his shorts pocket. Then, he blinked himself inside.

"What do you want?"

Five "Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group-" the man slams the door in his face but that does not faze Five. All he had to do was blink inside, scaring the man half to death. But the man was not alone, there was a young girl standing in the kitchen. The man screams and grabs a sharp object and points it at Five. He smirks and then gets startled when the young girl drops her mug on the wooden floor.

"F-five?" He looked into her eyes and he knew instantly..that he was looking at his wife.

Five "Y/n?... Y/n!"

"..y-wait what?! How do you know this kid?!" The man shouted in confusion.

You both said "Long story."

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When you saw him at first you were shocked. How could he be young like you are? How did the both of you get stuck in your younger bodies? It doesn't make any sense. But you do not care about the answers right now, all you can think about is the fact that you have your husband back.

"Uhm- d-dad..can you give us a minute?" You stammered.

Elliot "What? No, absolutely not! This kid just came in our ho-"

"I know. I know it's crazy. This is all crazy but I promise, we will both explain to you what is happening okay? Just please us a minute." he slowly nods.

Elliot "You have five minutes!" He shouted and instantly, Five took your hand and blinked the both of you into the alleyway. As soon as you both collected yourselves, Five picked you up and spun you around like he used to every time he saw you after a long day of missions.

Five "Oh my god..oh my god I found you." He kept repeating over and over again. You were so emotional that no words came out of your mouth, only soft laughter and whimpers. When Five put you back down onto the found, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips ever so gently. That feeling is the best feeling in the entire world. You thought that you would never feel his gentle touch, his warm embrace or his soft lips ever again. But thankfully, you are with him again and you could not be happier.

"H-how are you here I thought-"

Five "Yeah I uh-I..I saved them from the first apocalypse."

"The first one…?"

Five "Yeah babe..there's another one coming. A nuclear holocaust causes the next apocalypse."

"You gotta be shitting me."

Five sighs, "I wish I was."

"Well we have a lot of catching up to do-"

Five "How long have I been gone..for you I mean. How long has it been for you?

"Five years." His eyes fall to the ground, you can see his heart break through his eyes, "Five long years. That is why when I recognized you I kind of panicked."

Five "It has only been five days for me Y/n. This is crazy..this is not okay."

"Five-"

Five "No babe, none of this should be happening! I should have just stayed with you..just stayed in the Commission and everything would be fine."

"Things weren't fine in the Commission Five, you know that. The Handler is getting more and more crooked as time goes on and now we are stuck in these bodies-"

Five chuckles, "Yeah, a blessing in disguise I suppose. We were starting to look a little shabby. Me more than you."

You giggle and walk towards Five once again, "We will get through this love. You had to go through the first apocalypse alone, but with this new doomsday coming, we will have each other. You have me Five."

Five "And I wouldn't want it any other way." He says as he kisses your forehead.

"Love in the midst of doomsday.."

Five "Hmm, what a way to put it. I love it."

"I love you."

Five "So much." He kisses you before blinking the two of you back into the apartment.

Elliot still has the sharp object in his hand once you get back in, it makes you giggle. Five pays no attention to it because he knows that he would never hurt him and even if he tried, he would not be successful. Five is a trained assassin after all, so a butter knife does not faze him in the slightest.

Elliot "How did you do that?!"

Five "Don't really have the time to explain."

Elliot "Are you from the Pentagon, huh?!"

"Dad.."

Five "Definitely not."

Elliot "CIA, FBI, KGB..?" Five chooses to ignore your father's splurge of words that he is trying to put a word to what Five is or where he is from.

Five "Is it fresh hun?" He points to the coffee.

"Mhm."

Elliot "'Hun?'-" Five blinks to the coffee maker, making your father scream again. When Five takes a sip, he is more than satisfied.

Five "Mm..is this Colombian?"

Elliots "I-it's my own blend."

Five "Hmm." He takes a closer look at the news that he has hung up all around his living space and thinks for a moment. Thinking on how he can ask questions without scaring the man who is his father-in-law that doesn't even know it yet.

Five "You uh..have you heard of Area 51. Roswell?" Your father begins to laugh and throws the knife on the counter and claps.

Elliot "Hot damn!" You begin to smile and think to yourself, alright we will be okay. "I knew we weren't the only one's! Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight but it's all true yeah? The UFO'S and crop circles..?"

Five chuckles, "Well the truth is out there!"

Elliot "But, but tell me.." he gets in Five's face, "Why is it always an anal probe?"

Five "Any closer and I'll melt your brain." Your father immediately backs off and gives Five some space.

Elliot "Right yeah, sorry."

"Dad, show him what you found."

Elliot "Why-?"

Five "You built all those contraptions on the roof, you built those yourself?"

Elliot "Yup, I sure did. I've just been waiting."

Five "Waiting for what?"

Elliot "For you. For all of you." You walk over to Five and stand by his side as your father explains to him how he has taken photos of six individuals who have appeared from a flash of blue light. When he looked at the photos Elliot has pinned on the wall, he see's none other than his siblings.

Five "So my family is alive. Shit…"

"Five?"

Five "I think I stranded them here."

"We will find them."

Elliot "Okay, okay okay..now that I explained to you my findings, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

Five "That is a very long story but just know that I love your daughter and I will do everything that I can to keep her safe."

Elliot "Keep her safe-"

Five "Now, you listen to me." He walks towards your father but he backs away in fear but Five only blinks his way towards him, "I have ten days to find them and save the world and I need your help to do that."

Elliot "You..need my.." you walk over to your father's desk and pull out a piece of newspaper that has Diego's face on it.

"Five..your brother is in a mental institution."

Five "What?!" He takes the paper out of your hand and begins to read the title: disturbed man arrested with multiple knives outside 1026 N. Beckley. He sighs, "That son of a bitch.."

Elliot "W-is that helpful?"

Five "You have no idea."

"Let me come with you."

Five "Hun, he doesn't know you yet. If I bring you, he'll get confused..he won't be focused."

"I want to help Five."

Five "And you will, just let me get Luther and Diego..you can help me with my sister's okay?"

"Okay, okay yeah." He kisses your forehead and then blinks out of the apartment. When it is just you and your father, you find yourself in an uncomfortable silence.

Elliot "Okay Y/n what the fuck!?"

"Dad calm down alright. You don't know what is going on-"

Elliot "You're damn right I don't know what's going on! From the way I see it, a stranger with powers comes into my house, asking me for help and calling my daughter hun and saying that he loves you..who is this kid?!"

"Dad..I don't really know how to put this in any way that is easy for you to comprehend but will you promise to just let me try my hardest to explain it to you?"

Elliot "Why are you saying it like that?"

"Because it is not going to be easy for you to believe me. But I am telling you the truth..okay?" Your father sits down on the sofa beside you and takes your hand in his and prepares himself to listen to you. You take a deep breath and open your mouth to speak.

"I have come back from the future to save John F. Kennedy. My real age is fifty five, even though I look sixteen again, my consciousness is fifty five." Your father stops breathing for a minute or two, "Dad, breathe." He does so and he starts to chuckle a little bit because he did not realize that he stopped breathing. "And Five is my husband, dad. That is why we recognized each other. You see, we work for a Commission and it allows us to time travel to stop and prevent some events from occurring."

Elliot "O-okay but why do you look like my teenage daughter..?"

"I don't know. Five doesn't know why he is young again either, we just are. But I am still your daughter, I promise."

Elliot "My daughter who is married to a guy with super powers.."

"You can say that, yeah. But he is the greatest man that I have ever known. Yes he is different and so are his siblings that you have hanging up on your whiteboard. Their powers and abilities are different from Fives but maybe when he finds them, you can meet them."

Elliot "Right..right yeah."

"I know this is a lot to take in, believe me I know. But it is really good to see you dad. I've missed you so much." He smiles and pulls you into his chest for a warm embrace.

Elliot "I can't say that I've missed you because for me, you never left but..I am glad that you are here.."

"Me too dad." You and him talk for the rest of the day while Five goes out looking for his two brothers. You and your dad wait for his return and try to find more clues as to where his other siblings may be.

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It is now 12:32 in the morning and you are still awake, just waiting for Five to come back to you. Of course your anxiety gets the best of you and you begin to think of everything that could have gone wrong. To ease your mind, you walk up to your mirror in your bedroom and get your pajamas on and brush all the knots out of your hair. You start zoning out when a flash of blue light appears behind you and a pair of hands wrap around your waist. You jolt from being startled and Five only laughs.

"Fuck Five.." you say as you hold onto your chest from your heart jumping all the way up into your throat.

Five chuckles, "What, did I scare you honey?" He laughs as he tightens his grip around your waist.

"Yes! I hate when you do that."

Five "Oh," his voice grows raspy as he kisses your cheek from behind, "But you love me."

"Yeah I do. How did it all go, did you find them?"

Five sighs as he watches you turn around to face him, "Yeah I did. But Diego's head is so far up his ass that he has himself convinced that he has to save the president. I had no other choice but to tell the guards Diego's attempts on escaping-"

"Oh Five-"

Five "I know but it is for his own good Y/n. If I let him do it, he'd get himself killed."

"Okay, and Luther?"

Five rolls his eyes, "Luther is being Luther. I told him that I needed his help and he just said that he didn't give a shit."

"How could he not care?"

Five "He thinks that I am lying about the world ending in ten days because we all just escaped the last one." You huff, "But I will figure it all out. I have too."

"You will Five. And I'll help you out along the way."

Five leans down and kisses you, "You look so adorable in your little pajamas."

"I can't believe I used to wear this shit as a teenager."

Five "I can say the same thing..." he points to his Umbrella Academy suit and you both have a good laugh at that. "Hey, did you talk to your father?"

"Oh yeah uh, he understood. The best he could I guess."

Five "He knows everything?"

"He knows what he needs to know while we are stuck in this time period." Five nods, "He was the most shocked to hear that I am fifty Five." He bursts out laughing.

Five "Well baby, you don't look a day over sixteen." You blush and wrap your arms around him as he holds you for a minute or so. "C'mon, we should get some sleep before tomorrow."

"Yeah that sounds good."

Five "Is it okay if I sleep in here? Your father isn't gonna come in here with a shotgun-"

"Oh shut up, he knows that we are married." You kid.

Five "Okay good. Because I haven't been able to sleep with my beautiful wife in a good minute."

"It's been five years for me."

Five "All the more reason to come here." He opens his arms for you as you climb into bed. Once you are in his arms, your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too." He kisses your forehead and you both drift off into a deep sleep. You don't know what tomorrow will bring but as long as Five is by your side, you know that you'll be able to accomplish anything.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Love of my life; Ahkmenrah x reader

*Author’s note*

I promised you guys didn’t I? Well here is Part 2 to History comes to life In this chapter there is nothing but FLUFFY PINING, some hints of flirting(?), but above all LOVING. And a bit of makeout (but it’s all PG). I also couldn’t help myself with this fic by adding a certain band in this and joking around with the fact that Rami played both these characters/people so I hope you all enjoy the little fun poke I do in this fic. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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It was five months after the whole Save the museum fiasco. And even though my internship ended, thanks to Larry I was still able to come anytime whether to do additional research or just to spend time with my new friends. Teddy was an excellent historian and it was amazing to hear some of the stories that only the real Teddy Roosevelt would know.

Sacagawea was great female company to have around when the men got to be a bit too much. She told me about her story and she even taught me how to shoot a real Native American bow and arrow. Even though I couldn’t quite understand him, Attila was fun to be around, he and the rest of his Huns always wanted me to tell them stories and see if I could perform any tricks for them (thankfully I still remember some of the close up magic card tricks I used to do for Nicky when he was younger).

Then there was Jed and Octavius. Those two—they are something I’ll give you that. They especially like to watch funny cat videos on Youtube.

Of course they still have their moments where they butt heads but either I or Larry are there to set them straight before they’re once again besties.

And of course I can’t forget, the pharaoh himself, Ahkmenrah. Every night he and I would spend the most time together. From learning each other’s life story, to dancing along to some of my favorite songs or showing him my favorite artists/bands.

Throughout all the time that Ahkmen and I have spent together, my feelings for him slowly began to grow. I tried to hide it but every time I tried to ignore it, my feelings for the millennia’s old pharaoh just kept growing and growing. The way his light blue eyes would stare into mine just felt like he was piercing my soul.

They made you feel not only insecure because they held such regalness to them, but they made you feel safe because even with him being probably the highest authority in history he’d never make you feel like you were inferior to him.

His smile was like—literally looking into the sun because it made you feel so warm inside. And when he touches your hand—it could damn well just make you melt.

The two of us were currently in the Hall of African mammals sitting up along the lion’s perch. Ahkmenrah was currently stroking the top of the male lion whom he’s named Maahes, while I had the female leopard I named Seshat with her head on my lap, her deep purring sounding off as I stroked her head.

“So is it really true you knew the Guardian of Brooklyn before he took his post?”

“Yeah, the Daley’s and I go way back to when I was in high school. Nicky was probably the best kid I ever babysat. He never spoke back to me and he wasn’t spoiled. He’s—really become like my little brother.”

“Consider yourself lucky to not have any other sibling.” He said trailing off. I noticed the somber look on his face and I knew Maahes saw it too. The king of the beasts actually nuzzled against Ahkmenrah letting out a gentle roar. “Thank you my friend.” Ahkmenrah thanked him as the king of the beasts suddenly turned into a kitten right before my eyes as he lay right across Akhmen’s lap.

“Now I know that you saw cats as link to the gods, did you ever go so far as to actually owning big cats such as these Maahes and Seshat?”

“My father did once own a lion of his very own. Unfortunately he got a little too rough with Kahmunrah and father was forced to get rid of him. My only real exotic pet would’ve been Horus, my falcon. He was such a reliable companion.”

“You must’ve trained him well.”

“He was a clever bird. Sharp as a whip and as clever as any man.” He reminisced. Just before I could respond, I felt Seshat leave my lap and her ears twitched about. Maahes reacted the same way as he hopped off the perch and joined alongside Seshat.

The two big cats soon crouched down into a hunting position as they both slowly stalked out of the hall right towards the door.

Ahkmen and I looked at each other confused before the two big cats took off like a shot before roaring out and we both heard two very familiar screams.

“Octavius!”

“Jed!” the two of us cried out as we raced out of the room and down the hall. As we reached the end of the hallway we saw the two big cats crouched over with their front paws outward.

“Oh Ahkmenrah, lady (y/n). we are sorry to intrude on your time together…..” Octavius said from between Maahes’ paws.

“It’s alright, Octavius. Maahes, release him!” Ahkmenrah first started off calmly before going into his kingly tone. That low and demanding tone that just made me want to bow before him and do whatever he wished.

Maahes grumbled before obeying and released Octavius. But that’s when I remembered that there was also a second voice that screamed.

“Where’s Jed?”

‘Bout time someone remembered me!’ oh dear god not again!

“Seshat! Drop him!” She looked up at me with those kitten eyes of hers but I scolded the young leopardess. “Right now!” she then spat out Jedidiah and he soon came tumbling out covered in cat spit. Ahkmen and I both made a face of disgust as Jed brushed himself off.

“Stupid cat!” he called up at Seshat. She hissed down at Jed.

“Steady my friend, she’s a young kitten after all. She still doesn’t know any better.” Octavius said. I took out a tissue and ripped a portion of it and handed it to Jed.

“Not that we’re not happy to see you both but why have you come all the way over here without the racecar? You know it’s dangerous for you both to be here, especially with Maahes and Seshat.” I said to him.

“That dangum monkey stirred up some trouble once again. He opened up the hallway window near our exhibit and before we knew it, we were attacked by giant birds.” Jed proclaimed as he cleaned himself off.

“Oh great, the onetime Larry gets sick leaving me to take care of the museum and already Dexter is making things difficult for me.” I whined.

“I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” Ahkmen tried to comfort me.

“Uhh yeah right. No offense your highness but this is probably the worst thing to ever strike our exhibits since we were at war with each other.” Jed laughed.

“It’s probably best we show you both what we are dealing with.” I knelt down and extended my hand and allowed the two miniature leaders to climb aboard before we all headed to the Hall of miniatures.

When we got there, we were definitely not expecting what Jed and Octavius had told us. The entire room was surrounded by dozens hell maybe even almost 100 pigeons.

“Oh my god.”

“You see what I mean! Birds everywhere!”

“How could there be so many?” Ahkmen asked.

“Apparently Dexter also had some food in hand when he allowed these pigeons in the museum.” We walked inside stepping over the birds. Of course when they suddenly took off, I couldn’t help but shriek and grab onto Akhmen’s arm.

I set the boys down in Jed’s territory which seemed to be the worst case.

“Jed, Octavius. We’ve tried every single weapon we got but all it’s done is caused these birds to leave more of their crap behind.” Said one of Jed’s loyal cowboy friends.

“Oh god that’s gross.”

“Okay so dynamite won’t work, neither will the arrows.” Octavius pondered. It was then I saw him look behind both Ahkmen and I, right towards Maahes and Seshat. “Wait, I’ve got an idea!”

“Lay it on my Octi.” Said Jed.

“What if the cats help?”

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. What else you got?”

“No, no, no Jedidiah listen my friend. Lions have one of the most powerful voices in all the big cats. If we can get Maahes to roar, then the birds should scatter.”

“Uhh Octavius lions aren’t the only ones with a powerful roar you know.” I told him.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that.” Ahkmen said wearily. I turned to him aghast.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean no harm when I say this but Seshat is a young leopard. Maahes is a fully grown lion and his roar is mature enough to scare these pigeons away.” He gently tried to assure me. I crossed my arms over my chest and said.

“Bullshit!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho. Looks like we got ourselves a competition ladies and gents.” Jed laughed.

“You hear this baby girl? Ahkmenrah thinks your roar’s not powerful enough.” She lowered her head angrily and let out a snarl as her ears bent back. “Show them what you got baby girl!” she then reared her head back as she opened her mouth and let out a fearsome leopard roar, which sent most of the pigeons out of the miniature wing.

“YEE-HAW!! Come on do it again! Do it again!” Ahkmenrah looked at my cockily before turning to Maahes and said.

“Show these ladies why you’re known as the God of war Maahes.” Maahes then reared his head and let out a loud lion’s roar which sent the rest of the flock right on out.

“WOO-WHO!!! Adios birdbrains!” Jed proclaimed as Maahes and Seshat then proceeded to pounce after the pigeons all over the room. The birds soon took off flying out of the room trying to find a way out of the building.

“Why not make a little wager?” Ahkmenrah said.

“On what grounds?”

“If Maahes can manage to get the pigeons out, you must sing a song for me.” I tried to hide my blush and I countered.

“Fine, but if Seshat wins, then you have to watch both the Mummy and the Mummy returns, no questions or complaints.”

“Deal.” We shook on it and followed behind the two big cats.

Throughout the museum, Seshat and Maahes continued to chase after the pigeons roaring and swatting at them. Jed and Octavius were now driving in their racecar catching up to the big cats wanting to get in on the action, cheering loudly at our two big cats.

Meanwhile Ahkmen and I raced behind cheering for both our cats in trying to get as many pigeons as they could.

“You know it’s never too late to back out!” Ahkmen laughed.

“Oh you wish we’re about to show you what girl power is all about!” I sassed at him. We raced on ahead down the second hall, passing the other exhibits who dodged our path.

The six of us just having a joy of chasing these pigeons all around the museum. Nothing could ruin this fun now.

But it was when we turned at one point of the museum that some of the pigeons were on top of the herd of rhinos and African water buffalo.

We all skidded to a stop right before the herd and I couldn’t help but say.

“Ohhhh shit.” One of the water buffalo’s snorted aggressively while a rhino let out a bellow.

At this point all of us including Seshat and Maahes took off running back the other way with the stampede following behind us. Seshat soon bumped into me and the next thing I knew I was riding on top of her back as she ran faster down the hall. I turned to see the Ahkmen was riding on top of Maahes’ back.

Both big cats did a sharp turn to the left towards the invertebrate wing while Jed and Octavius were just shortly behind us in the car. I then noticed a small closet just ahead and I cried out to them.

“Guys in there!” Seshat soon noticed the door and I quickly got off her back and opened the door and soon everyone piled inside. I quickly shut the door and the next thing we heard was the thundering stampede passing by us.

When the thundering of hooves and giant feet stopped, for some reason Ahkmen, Jed, Octavius and I soon just started laughing. I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline of nearly cheating (well in a sense) death, or just for the hell of it but we were all bursting out laughing in the tight closet space.

“That was even more thrilling than the chariot chases I used to do when I was a child.” Ahkmen said.

“Boy you said it Ahk. That there was truly a wild rodeo!” Jed cheered.

“Okay guys, since they’re gone I’d say it’s safe for us to go out.” I told them as I opened the door back up. And of course due to the tight space with me, an old pharaoh, two big cats and a ford mustang racecar, it was a tight squeeze to try and get out.

As Maahes and Seshat tried to get out, Ahkmen and I were jostled around for a bit, up until the point where our noses touched each other and our lips just barely grazed one another’s. The two of us chuckled nervously as we couldn’t look away from each other.

We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t realize that we were now the only ones left in the closet.

“You both just gonna stand there all googly eyed or are you finally gonna wring up your saddle and kiss each other already?” we heard Jed proclaim. We both looked away and apologized over each other as we both tried to get out at the same time, only to bump shoulder to shoulder again.

Finally Ahkmen allowed me to exit the closet first before he was the last to leave.

“I swear you two are as about as crazy in love as two turtledoves in winter.” Jed said again.

“Shut it Jed, less you wanna go back into Seshat’s mouth and maybe even this time see the inside of her stomach.” I threatened.

“No thank you! Thanks for the help you guys see yah!” the car soon quickly drove off leaving Ahkmen and I alone with our big cats. I looked down at my watch and said.

“It’s an hour till sunrise. You should—”

“Yes. Care to walk me back?”

“Sure.” We first big goodbye to Seshat and Maahes and the two of them walked back towards the hall of African mammals which allowed me to escort Ahkmenrah back to his exhibit.

After helping Ahkmen back into his sarcophagus he then told me.

“Don’t forget, you have to sing for me tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our bet. I’ve been keeping score and Maahes managed to get the most pigeons out of the museum.” I shook my head and rather than argue with him due to time I accepted it.

“Okay. But just know I’m not the best singer.”

“Not according to young Nicky. He said you’d always sing him to sleep, and he’d always talk about how beautiful you sounded.” I tried to hide my blushing face and I said to him.

“Have a good morning sleep Ahkmen. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He said solemnly as his eyes went somber and he lowered himself back into his sarcophagus and I closed it up. I internally groaned and thought to myself.

‘Damnit why did I have to hurt him like that?’ with that I left Ahkmenrah’s tomb and went off to handle any remaining birds that were still in the museum and clean up the mess before either Dr. McPhee or Rebecca came in.

Later that night I arrived at Ahkmenrah’s tomb with my laptop ready to give into his deal that we had made last night. After getting him out of his sarcophagus we sat there along the floor while I opened up my playlist.

“So any hints as to what song you shall be singing for me?”

“Uhh no. You may have gotten me to sing for you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be telling you exactly what that song will be.” I sassed playfully. He grinned at me while I went back to scrolling through my playlist.

“Have you found it yet?”

“Keep your tunic on your highness.” I then clicked on the playlist to highlight the song and I said. “Okay; now this song was written by one of my favorite bands in the start of their early career. This was also the song I used to sing to Nicky whenever he had a bad dream whenever I babysat him.” I double clicked on the song and soon through the speakers, “White Queen (As it begins)” played through the speakers.

I took a gentle inhale in before exhaling and waited for Freddie’s soft voice to come through the speakers before finally singing along to the track.

I sang along softly not quite trusting my voice (also cause I didn’t want to crack in front of my crush) but slowly my voice got a bit more confident when Freddie’s voice crescendo.

*Ahkmenrah’s POV*

Oh almighty Horus and Ra above, she—she had the voice of only a true goddess. It was so soft yet passionate that it just…..she really was like the Queen in this song. I have imagined stars in (y/n)’s hair and she was an ethereal of beauty in not just her looks but her kind heart and gentle but fiercely protective nature.

I couldn’t help but fall under the spell of her siren-like voice and just admire her. Her eyes shining through the faint light that came into my exhibit, the way her medium length hair waved down like the Nile river. She was everything and more. By the end of her song, she clicked a key on her laptop and turned to me.

“How was that?”

“Beautiful.” I said in awe. “You—Nicky didn’t even come close to describing the true ethereal of your singing.” She looked away from me shyly and nervously laughed.

Even her laugh, shy or not, was always adorable. The way her eyes would scrunch up at the corners, when her smile would go ear to ear. A smile like that really showed me that she was truly happy. And the way her eyes would sparkle…..it was like seeing the stars in the sky.

“Was it that bad?” she asked me.

“Quite the opposite actually. You sung beautifully.” I told her as I gently took her hand in mine.

*My POV*

As soon as Ahkmen took my hand, my heart went boom.

“Thank you.”

“Tell me what was that song?”

“It’s called White Queen. It’s by my all-time favorite band called Queen.”

“They sounded beautifully.”

“Yeah they do. I love almost all of their songs.”

“Could you show me more?” I nodded and he sat closer to me so that I could scroll through more of my Queen Playlist. I shared with him some facts that I knew about Queen and showed him some pictures of the band in the past.

“You know Ahkmen, if you grew a mustache or just grew out your hair down to your shoulders and had four additional incisors, you could pass off as Freddie Mercury.”

“You really think so?” he asked me.

“Yeah I could see it.”

“Was he of Egyptian blood?”

“No. His family is Indian Parsi. Freddie was born in Zanzibar.”

“Well regardless. This Freddie Mercury would’ve been revered as a god amongst us. He truly does command his audience like a king.”

“He just knew how to make everyone apart of the show. Even the people in the balconies or in the very far backrow became involved. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any rockstar make everyone feel so comfortable during a concert. God I wish I could’ve seen them live with all four of them in person.”

“He will be remembered as a God and is watching over all of his people. Including the ones who come in later in life.” He comforted me as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I sighed softly. Things got quiet before Ahkmenrah took my laptop and clicked on a random song and soon enough “Good old fashioned lover boy” started playing through my speakers.

“Would you care to dance?” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to me. I looked up at him and I said.

“I told you I’m not a very good dancer, especially in slow dancing.”

“Well, lucky for you I was forced into taking all those slow dance lessons in my time as Prince. Do you trust me?” I looked up into those soft light blue eyes and along with Freddie’s serenading voice of the opening song, I was literally melting but couldn’t help as I took his hand and answered softly.

“Yes.” He helped me up and right as the chorus began, Ahkmen had us be in position one as his right hand holding my left and his other hand gently wrapping around my waist.

I shivered slightly and looked down at our feet before I felt his finger lift my chin back up.

“Eyes on me. Now just follow me lead.” He then began to lead me into a slow waltz. Of course it was clumsy at first with me stepping on his foot the first several times. I softly apologized profusely every time I stepped on his feet but he assured me it was all fine.

The song continued to play and while staring into Akhmen’s eyes I couldn’t help but think just what kind of lover boy he would’ve been. Would he be like what the song stated? Or was it something else? God why did fate have to be so cruel? The one guy I take an extreme interest in and he has to be a 4000 year old mummy.

It was then I heard the song end and a new song (just to rub salt into an open wound) began playing, and that song was “Love of my Life”.

“(Y/n)?” I looked up at him slightly startled.

“Yeah?” He soon became shy as he spoke.

“These—these past couple of months have been…..well they’ve been the most fun I’ve ever had in 4000 years.”

“I’m glad.”

“You’ve been the one true friend I’ve had ever since I was freed from my prison.” Oh god please tell me I’m not gonna get friend-zoned. “Unfortunately, I—I cannot deny what I must tell you.”

“What-what exactly are you saying Ahkmen?”

“I—I……” he trailed off trying to look down and hide his shyness. He genuinely looked conflicted with what he was about to say.

“Ahkmenrah,” I cupped the side of his face. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t get mad.” He didn’t say a word, in fact he leaned closer to my face until his lips captured mine.

It was a shy kiss at first. He was testing the boundaries of this to see if I would push him away or kiss him back. I was shocked at first but as soon as my heart hammered in my ears and I fell under the spell of the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my lips to his.

Seeing how I accepted the kiss, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer which deepened the kiss. The anxiety and worries we both had melted away as I heard him let out a soft hum which made me softly moan.

We separated for air but kept in close proximity of each other. Our noses gently touching each other’s. I let out a soft choked laugh as I couldn’t make my heart calm down.

“I—” I softly spoke. I licked my lips softly. “I love you too, Ahkmenrah. I mean call me crazy but excluding the fact that I’ve known so much about you since the start of my college career. But spending these past couple months with you has been a dream come true. I’ve always wished and dreamed that I could meet you and just talk to you and—” he pressed his finger to my lips stopping my rambling.

“You talk too much my love.”

“You’re right sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re cute when you do that. It shows you’re passionate.” He tucked a strand of my hair out of my face and continued in a teasing tone, “So you’ve dreamed about me?” I giggled.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. I’m honored. I’m honored that I have gained the affections of the only goddess on Earth.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But I really like you too Ahkmen.” He smiled at me and asked.

“Can I—kiss you again?”

“What do you think?” I said as I leaned in towards him and kissed him now, but this time with more passion just as the song was ending.

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To Tie a Knot: Chapter 6: What Do You Mean The Hotel Room Only Has One Bed?

Ao3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Content Warnings:

Self deprecation, elusion to character death, a character assumes another character is dead, tell me if i need to add more

Chapter Summary:

God, Damian is so GAY

Word Count:

2,700+

Note:

What is that saying? Calm before the storm? Because that would be an accurate description of this chapter.

Rain began to pitter-patter on the windowsill. The crystal drops dripped down the glass, seemingly racing as they ran into each other, marking patterns as they went.

A flash of lightning followed by thunder rocked the coffee shop, lighting up the inside with a bright white light. The customers continued chatting, unbothered. One lonely college student looked out the window with longing, watching the outside world grow damp.

A draft from a cracked-open door caused a few of the hanging plants to sway, and one couple got up and moved to a different table due to the rain beginning to get in and making wet spots on their jackets.

A booth in the far back corner held a man dressed semi-formally, his hands hidden inside yellow gloves. His light hazel eyes would normally be hidden behind the brim of his hat, but as of now they were wide, staring in shock at another man who had approached the table with his friend.

The barista washed the front counter, looking outside to see no one approaching the small, family owned coffee shop. They walked to the back, near the kitchen. It was, again, a very small establishment, so they were the only one working. It was growing kind of late now and business was slowing.

The barista took out their phone, and dialed their brother, thinking now would be an alright chance to check in.

The phone rang for a few seconds, and just as they were going to hang up and try again later, their brother picked up.

“Hey Elliot,” their brother greeted, and the barista, Elliot, smiled.

“Wassup Virge, just thought I’d check in and say hi, it’s been a few days.”

“So it has. I’m doing fine, as usual. Some weird… uh… stuff as happened, but other than that I’m as dandy as a dandelion.”

Elliot laughed, shaking their head, “Uh huh, and when have you ever said anything like ‘dandy as a dandelion’? Seriously Virgil, what’s up? What happened?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“I have another soulmate.”

Elliot gave a long and low whistle, “Another? How does that even work?”

“Who knows, a new string just appeared the other day, we sent Logan to go and find them, haven’t heard any news yet.”

“That’s rough buddy,” Elliot said. Virgil laughed loudly.

“Yeah well, we’re expecting a call from Logan soon.”

“So wait, a whole ‘nother string just appeared out of nowhere, twenty years into your life?”

“Uh huh. We’re all in this state of shock, I guess.”

“I would be. Well, it seems like you got your hands full, then. I’ll get off here and leave you and your boyfriends to it. Oh! Wait, by the way, have you done it yet?”

“It?”

“Yeah, you know, the thing. With the rings.”

“Uh, no, not yet. We just got a new soulmate, it’s safe to say I’m holding off for awhile,” Virgil gave an awkward laugh on the other side of the line.

“Ha, yeah that would make sense. So wh-” Elliot was cut off by a ding from the register, and quickly said into the phone, “Oh hold on Virge, I got a customer. I lied, stay there, I’m not hanging up yet.”

Their brother laughed nervously, but said okay and stayed on the line.

Elliot took the person’s order. It was a sweet looking little old lady. She nodded as she took her drink, before slowly making her way back to a seat.

Elliot raised the phone back up to their ear, but paused before saying anything.

“Hey, Virgil?” They asked, bewildered.

“What? You getting robbed or something?”

“Uhm no, Logan is here.”

“Wait really? What is he doing? Wait no, don't answer that I sound like a stalker.”

Elliot laughed, “He’s talking to another customer. Huh, I don’t see the sunglasses guy from earlier, it’s just them.”

“Another customer? Logan doesn’t talk to people, what does this person look like?” Virgil was sounding a little frantic. There was what sounded like a scuffle over the line, and suddenly there was another voice.

“You have found my beloved!” Shouted Roman into the phone, peaking the microphone and causing Elliot to take the phone away from their ear a bit.

“Yeah it’s definitely Logan. The other person- uh, I assume they’re male but I’m not taking any chances, looks pretty put together. Hat, gloves, oh! And they have a scar on the left side of their face.”

“And what does Logan look like?” Said a third voice, and Elliot knew this was Patton.

“Like Logan.”

“No you piece of shit, what is he doing?” Virgil snapped, and Elliot smirked at pissing their brother off.

“He looks… pretty smitten, actually.”

“It’s them! He found them!” There was a loud thump.

“Roman! Jesus, you didn’t need to eject yourself from the couch!” Patton exclaimed, and Elliot assumed he had jumped down to help his soulmate.

“Should I go talk to them?” Elliot asked, a little confused about what he should do at this point.

“Just finish your shift and let them talk, we’ll meet them soon enough it sounds like,” Virgil’s voice caught, and Elliot got the impression that he was excited.

“Alright, should I leave you guys to freak out in peace? I got more customers coming in and don’t feel like being fired for being on my phone too long.”

“Yeah alright, fine, bye,” Virgil hung up abruptly, and Elliot shook their head fondly, expecting no less of his sibling.

They looked up at Logan who was still chatting with what seemed to be their new soulmate, and smiled.

He was happy for them.

Damian was sure he had stars in his eyes as he stared into the other man’s blue eyes. He was gorgeous. He was tall, lean, and had a smattering of freckles across pale skin. His hair was a dusty blonde, and sharp, square glasses sat on his nose. As cliche as it was, Damian found himself lost in his eyes, a pretty crystalline blue behind thick lashes.

Remy cleared his throat, giving Damian a pointed look.

Damian gave a bright smile, fighting the urge to run, and stood up. He stretched out his hand to shake the other man’s.

“Hello, my name is Damian J. Lyer, and yours is?” He asked coolly with a flourish of his hand. The other man took it, nodding as he greeted him back.

“Logan Barry, pleased to meet you. Really pleased, in fact.”

Damian gestured for Logan to sit across from him, just as Remy took a few steps back.

“You know what? I’m going to go sit in the car and talk to my own babe, you lovebirds have fun,” Remy said as he turned and left, taking his too-sweet coffee with him.

Damian gulped as he watched him go, turning back to face Logan.

“Well, Logan, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? A few moments ago all I knew was your fatestring was the loveliest shade of indigo,” Damian said as he gave a wink, clasping his hands together on the table.

Logan’s face heated up, “Yes of course. I attend college at a town close to here, where I live with my- er- our three other soulmates.”

“Uh huh, and what are their names? Surely they’re just as pretty to the ear as ‘Logan’,” Damian decided he wasn’t going to think too hard about Logan referring to his soulmates as his as well, he wasn’t quite ready to face that truth yet.

“Oh, they are. Patton, Roman, and Virgil, all male,” Logan responded, ignoring the fact that he seemed to turn another shade of darker red at the compliments.

Damian nodded, his little gay heart pounding. All male, awesome. That was- wow, his brain was short circuiting. He had always hoped his soulmate would be male, and it looked like he hit the jackpot.

That awful gnawing feeling of guilt began to chew at his stomach again.

Look at him, talking with a replacement soulmate. His original soulmate was probably looking down on him, angry. Perhaps sad. Disappointed. Disgus-

“Are you alright?” Logan asked, moving to place a hand on top of Damian’s. Damian’s face immediately flushed a deep crimson, and they both paused to stay at their hands for a second, before both of them took them off the table and placed them in their laps.

“Of course, what gave you the idea that I wasn’t?” Damian asked, giving another dashing smile to hide his growing pain.

“You were looking off into nothing, I grew worried, and therefore asked if there was an issue.”

“Nope,” Damian responded, perhaps a bit too fast and high, “Why don’t you tell me more about your soulmates?”

Logan frowned, “Ours,” he corrected, before continuing all the same, “And alright. Patton is a baker, very soft and sweet. Roman is an actor, loud, dramatic, and infuriating. He is very fun to argue with. In a healthy way, of course.”

“Of course,” Damian repeated, nodding. He completely understood the whole ‘fun to argue with in a healthy way’ kind of thing, he and Remy did it all the time.

“Finally, there is Virgil. He’s quiet, keeps to himself a lot of the time. Roman describes him as “ridiculously emo.””

Fuck, a theatre kid, a nerd, a kind baker, and an emo? Oh ho ho, Damian’s head was spinning, they were checking all of his standards boxes, shit.

“They sound exquisite,” Damian responded, smiling softly. Logan nodded.

“They really are. They are excited to meet you, you know.”

“Really?” Damian said, eyes brightening a bit, “I thought you- you know what? Nevermind.”

“No, don’t cut yourself off, you thought what?” Logan sat forward in his seat, suddenly appearing worried.

Damian slumped, “Well, I thought you wouldn’t like me… intruding, on your relationship.”

Logan looked at Damian. Really looked. He observed his posture, the way his hands seemed to tremble ever so slightly, and the way he was avoiding eye contact. He looked at him, and saw past the facade of a man who was confident in himself.

He saw how small Damian looked just then, curling in on himself. A swell of emotion (ugh) welled up in his chest, and right then and there he swore to himself that he would protect this man for the rest of his life.

“No, Damian. I must admit we were all taken by surprise when the string appeared a few days ago, however, it never even crossed our minds that you were an intruder. We aren’t looking at it like you’re intruding, but being added,” Logan assured him, his voice soft. Damian looked at him with glassy eyes and sniffed, giving an attempt at a smile.

“You’re cute when you’re not so serious,” Damian responded. Logan sat back in his seat and straightened his tie.

“I am not cute, and I am always serious, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Damian laughed, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Uh huh, sure Specs,” he said, snickering behind his hand. He wiped his eyes with a gloved hand, clearing away the tears that were both from near crying and laughter.

“Thanks, by the way, I needed to hear that,” he added under his breath. The affirmation helped clear his thoughts a little, but the gnawing guilt was still there and still present, if a little lessened. If only Logan could say something that would make him feel less awful about replacing his last soulmate.

Logan inclined his head in response.

“Well, Damian, it is getting late. I must ask if you would like to come with me to meet with our soulmates.”

Damian felt a swell of anticipation, “Why not?” He replied.

A loud crack of thunder shook the little coffee shop.

Logan blinked, a bit startled. He fixed his glasses.

“It seems that it will be storming most of the night. I did book a room at a hotel nearby to stay in, if you would like to accompany me there.”

Damian nodded perhaps a bit too quickly. He stood up from the booth, heading towards the door.

“Yeah, let me just go tell Remy I’ll be going with you tonight.”

He went outside, wincing as the cold rain hit him. He half jogged out to Remy’s car, sliding into the passenger seat. Remy looked up from his phone.

“How’d it go? You seem to be in a hurry, babes.”

“I’m leaving with him.”

“You’re what?!”

“I’m leaving. With him.” Damian repeated, breathless as he leaned his head against the passenger seat.

“Isn’t it a little early to like… ya know, ‘do the do’? You met him twenty minutes ago babes. Like, no judgement, but I thought you were-”

Remy shut up as Damian smacked him in the back of the head.

“No you bird brain. I’m going with him to meet the others.”

“Oh. Oh shit! Fucking get some DJ, I’m proud of you. Now get out of my car and go meet the loves of your life.”

Damian nodded and left the car, ignoring how that comment made him feel like dirt as he closed the car door.

The ride to the hotel was not even fifteen minutes. The silence was right on that line of comfortable and awkward. Logan had asked if Damian listened to music in the car, and Damian shook his head no.

“Sometimes, but normally only when I’m going to be in a car for longer than thirteen minutes.”

Logan chuckled, “Well, I can’t be in a car for three minutes with Roman before he has some Disney song playing as loud as possible, belting out the lyrics.”

“I take it he’s good at singing?”

“Oh, he’s the best,” Logan said, passionately, “He could outshine most broadway stars in my opinion.”

Damian nodded, falling silent.

That was the last thing said before they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel building.

Logan signed it at the front desk, and Damian just followed him. They took the stairs to their room, Damian didn’t have anything to carry and Logan simply had a backpack with him.

It wasn’t until they had made it to their room that Logan seemed to remember one small, minor detail.

“There’s only one bed.”

Damian barked out a laugh, “You’re kidding, right?” He had read his fair share of fanfiction in his life, he knew where this was going.

“Why would I kid? I wasn’t expecting to meet you so soon, and didn’t think ahead to get a room with an extra bed,” Logan said, running a hand through his hair.

“Listen, it’s fine, I’ll sleep in a chair.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Oh? Would you rather me sleep in the bathtub, then?” Damian said. Logan looked at him as he sat his bag onto the single bed in the room.

“Preposterous. You will simply have to sleep in the bed with me. If you are alright with that, of course,” Logan said, fixing his glasses that had slid down his nose.

“You offered,” Damian shrugged, ignoring the way his gay brain was absolutely screaming at him to shut up and just sleep on the floor.

“That I did,” Logan said with a small smile.

The two of them both went about their business. Logan brushed his teeth and took a shower while Damian went down to the lobby to purchase his own essentials he would need to stay the night. Or nights, if all went well tomorrow.

By the time they were both done, Logan was sitting at the end of the bed. Damian didn’t have anything to sleep in and Logan hadn’t brought any kind of extra pajamas so he had just unbuttoned a few buttons on his top and stripped to his boxers.

Logan averted his eyes when Damian entered the room, desperately trying to pretend like he didn’t know his face was firetruck red.

They had to admit, crawling into the bed was honestly really fucking awkward, but both were so exhausted neither commented.

There was only one bed, but it was large enough that if they faced away from each other, they could pretend the other wasn’t there.

Of course, like all good sharing-the-singular-bed stories go, they ended up tangled together when they woke up.

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aaimagine · 4 years ago

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Can I request Naruhoudo's crush using the Susato Drop on him and he's all flustered about it but also his pride hurts a little now?

Hi thank you for this ask, I owe you my life. I'm sorry I went ham on this request in the most intense way possible.

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FIRST GAME's first three cases.

Naruhodou's mind had been entirely focused on his career as a lawyer since the remaining days on the S.S. Alcair after that... incident. Never in his life did he feel that he took up something more serious than now, as he carried on this will thrusted upon him. Along with the ups and downs that came with being forced into this lifestyle so suddenly, insecurities about how he really feels standing as an attorney have been keeping his mind occupied these cold London nights. Even on his off days, he had been spent an equal amount socializing and studying, though much to Susato's happiness.

Which is why he is so confused. Confused as to why his mind was able to let in yet another thing to plague his thoughts. Not that you were a plague..! No! Nothing close of the sort. In fact, you had been nothing short of a blessing gracing his ever tremulous days in London. It wasn't you that was working him up so much, rather it was the feelings that you had wrought onto his heart.

Though, Naruhodou was getting ahead of himself. He had been here for a few months, but when he met you it had been on one of his early days of arrival. You had been an early face that welcomed him on his journey to this foreign land, and one that would prove to him that London, perhaps, had a few friendly inhabitants. You were a simple flower peddler. That day, the coldness had no mercy for anybody, and even the snot running from people's noses could not escape the near-immediate chill of the air. Many Londoners simply walked past you, having used to seeing independent sellers like you on every corner. Normally you would have piqued the interest of the ever awestruck Susato for London's charms, however there were more imperative circumstances that she was facing: lodgings.

Their earnings were depleting, fast, and they were not having luck on finding a cheap place to stay. London truly hasn't been the kindest to them or their wallets. Naruhodou remembers the situation well. He felt useless as the older person, not being able to provide for his young assistant in their dire need. Even though you, yourself were having no such luck in earning your living that day, you readily made yourself available and willing to help these two strangers find cheap lodgings. As you guided them to the inn in question, he remembers thinking of the many streets and potential buyers you were sacrificing in order to ensure that they had an affordable place to stay that freezing evening.

You were truly an angel sent from above. That was perhaps the moment he fell for you and your kindness. As you left, you gifted both of them with flowers as a welcoming gift to the city. Even he himself felt his tears threaten as Susato bid you farewell.

But, again, that was just a fleeting memory. A small, insignificant fixture that would make no impact on his life. London was huge, and you were just one of the countless faces he would happen upon in this new land... Or so he thought.

You, as the neighboring modest flower shop owner to 221 Baker's street and older sibling figure to Iris meant that you were, in fact, a significant fixture in his new life. When you weren't working or tending your indoor garden (made possible with Holmes' invention no doubt) you were helping Iris with her multitude of hobbies. Your perceptive mind and knowledge of many individuals and differing faces of London due to your job came in handy during his investigations with the group as well.

With all the excitement and sense of duty that he faced the first few months of arrival, there was no need for him to address the fuzzy feelings you gave him every time you smiled in his direction, nor the heat to his face whenever you graced him with your kindness.

But when the caseless months became a fact of life for his offices, he supposed he grew soft. He was always too embarrassed to visit your shop without purpose, so he gladly took advantage of the lack of action in his career to come down on days you worked in house to purchase a little something from you, "To liven up the office". His visits not only had him leaving with an abundance of flowers, but knowledge of a multitude of plants, and even skills to take care of them. His favorite times were the ones where he got to watch you tend to your flowers in the tiny sun room, as the rays of light captured your face.

This however was almost daily as you only street peddled twice a week. Even as his office became an impromptu forest, much to Susato's slight horror, your daily visits also became another highlight of his days. You having dinner at Holmes and Watson's flat seemed to have been a routine occurrence for years.

Once it hit him that the two things he looked forward to the moment he woke up had to do with you, he did not know what to say. He was more taken by you than he thought. Being the avoidant young man he was, he never did anything about his feelings. There was no reason to. He only hoped that his little crush wasn't obvious to his colleagues with his tell-all eyes. And, it's not like he was not content with where your relationship was with each other currently, no! He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about how you felt about him, though.

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Managing your own small scale shop was something that was not difficult for you. You woke up early, tended to your plants, dried the unusable flowers that expired, and set up shop. However, today was one of those rare days that things were not going all that well. As your shop was extremely small along with your indoor garden taking up a majority of the space in the small rented building (if it could be called that), it meant your living quarters were even smaller. That also meant that your when a smell omitted from one room, it effected all of them.

And today, was in fact that day. You awoke to a spoiled smell coming from below. Your eyes shot open and anxiety shot through your veins. As you stood up too abruptly and swung your feet to the floor bed, you physically recoiled. It was as if your floor had become ice itself. You were able to ignore that feeling quickly and heading to your indoor garden. Opening the protective screen into the sectioned on area, you were hit by a wave of warmth…Warmth compared to the frigid outer room, that is. In fact, there wasn't even an unusual smell coming from the area that was currently average temperature. You let go of a breath you did not realize you were holding knowing your plants were fine.

Your mind quickly deduced where the smell came from not a second later. Running downstairs, you were sadly correct. Your heating must have stopped working downstairs somehow, as your home is as cold as if you were sleeping directly under the foggy London moon. All the cut flowers you had on display since yesterday had expired due to the drastic change of temperature shocking your poor foliage. You felt miserable. It looked like you were not going to be enjoying a peaceful day today-- or opening up shop for that matter.

Waking up from his peaceful sleep, Naruhodou had walked up to the window in his office as he stretched his body from sleep's grasp. He was surprised to see you out and about so early in the morning, hauling flowers out on your cart. He opened the latch on his window and invited the cold air as he pushed it open.

"(Y/N)!! Good Morning!!" He earnestly called out. He could not help himself to greet you, as you were there in front of him even if you hadn't noticed. It seemed he was going to have a good day today.

Jumping slightly, you looked around before realizing the call came from above. You yelled a morning's greeting back, as Susato joined Naruhodou at the window and shared greetings as well.

"What are you doing out so early? You aren't scheduled for going out to town today, are you?" He yelled as quietly as possible to you, finding it a bit awkward to try to hold a conversation like this, especially so early in the morning.

"I've happened to run into some sort of trouble this morning it seems. I don't think I will be open today at all," You sadly informed them.

"Oh, that is a shame!"

Susato then turned to Naruhodou and glared. Naruhodou couldn't help but wonder why he always seemed to upset girls without even saying anything.

"Naruhodou-sama! I cannot believe you would ask (Y/N)-sama of their problems without even offering your help to them! How do you consider yourself a gentleman?!" Susato could even scold him on an empty stomach before breakfast time, he supposed. It seemed breakfast was out of the question, because Susato had already begun whisking him past the main room with a quick greeting to Iris before going out the front door.

As they both entered into your shop, the odor greeted them before you could. Surprised to see them, you reluctantly but gratefully accepted their offer to help you clean out your shop.

You thought the poor girl was going to cry at the sight of all these flowers getting hauled out with the intention of being incinerated, but it had to be done. Naruhodou had earnestly tried to help you both, but with the gung-ho attitude of Susato combined with your diligence it seemed he was not much of help as he would have liked to have been. He even felt a little jealous. He had planned on seeing you after breakfast if he had realized there was an issue afoot.

As you were making sure everything was here and accounted for before you walked off to the disposal area, you made eye contact with Naruhodou. You began to feel a little guilty as it was obvious how he was feeling with one look. The feeling deepened when you think about how they dropped their initial plans at the start of their day, all for a friend in need. Though not without reason, you did end up ignoring your friend, which was a shame considering you have begun to cherish his visits dearly.

You approached him. "Hello, Mister Naruhodou. How about after me and Susato get the last of the plant taken care of, I treat you both to a late breakfast. And to make it up to you since I won't be working today, we can take a walk to some places in London you haven't been to, if you'd like. I know a lot of beautiful hidden sights!"

He hadn't noticed that he was being so obvious. Did all responsible people like Susato have the ability to read minds?

"TH-THAT… would be wonderful, thank you so much!" Even so, he felt his face let out a smile at your kindness. You were always thinking of others.

"I do have a favor to ask of you though," you sheepishly stated.

"Anything for you!" Good grief, he had not meant to be that enthusiastic. You laughed a bit at his eagerness.

"Could you stay here and keep an eye on my shop? I wish to leave the doors open a bit longer to air out the place, but I'm afraid of someone coming inside."

"That would be fine! Don't worry!"

Oh, it had been fine, of course. However, you really trusted him that much? He was by no means cocky, but the implication you found him dependable stroked his ego, just a bit.

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As he stood at the front, a bit too proudly, he patiently awaited both of your returns. Bakers Street was quiet, as it's mornings typically went, but he was aware people would be filing in slowly for the other shops littering the path.

He had expected people, though. Beings that walked on two legs. Not small, four legged creatures. Especially not four legged creatures that were bounding towards him at immense speeds. Before he could move to shut the door to your small shop, it was too late. But instead of bounding for the shop as he assumed the dog had bounded for Naruhodou's own head.

He let out a cry, much to his embarrassment, and fought desperately to keep his balance. The dog was clinging onto his face with desperation. It was difficult to see or hear his surroundings. He half wished that his weak disposition would kick in and he would just faint and get to forget this nightmare.

Distracted by these racing thoughts and sensory deprivation, there was no way for him to realize Susato and you approaching, nor your cry of his name. Personally, you began to panic. You did not exactly fancy dogs that looked near-ready to maul harmless people, no matter how easy the target looked. Before your own fear had a chance to kick in, your instincts had and you dropped your cart to help your friend.

The closer you got, the cloudier your rational thought had begun to come. The combination of panic and fear had won in your mind, and it was too late. Instead of grabbing the dog, out of fear you had grabbed Naruhodou and tossed him over.

Hey, you and Iris had been learning a lot from your foreign friend. But even you did not think that her lessons would be on the surface of your mind as you panicked.

Naruhodou once again found himself in a situation where his mind could not make any sense of it. Once he made contact with the floor, the dog had scampered off into the street, seemingly satisfied with the destruction it had caused.

"Naruhodou!! Are you alright?!"

He made a groaning noise, but could Susato really ask him that right now? Wasn't it obvious?

"Naruhodou-sama, what happened?"

Wait, had that been Susato's voice? Then who was just speaking to him?

"Ah…." The realization hit him slowly. He had not expected, in a million years, that you would have been the one to toss him over.

Tears glistened in your eyes as you grabbed his hands. "Naruhodou, please, can you hear me? Oh no…"

He had found himself for a loss of words. Not because of the dog, nor because of being tossed over. It wasn't even because of the haziness of his mind. No, it was because he had his pride attacked by none other than you.

How could, even you, see him as someone who is so easily toss-able?

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ivedonestranger · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jinx/Raven (DCU) Characters: Raven (DCU), Jinx (DCU), Gizmo (DCU), Baran Flinders Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Bondage, I Will Go Down With This Ship Summary:

Raven's plan to grab some coffee goes awry when she winds up kidnapped and a certain someone has questions!

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Raven stared in disbelief and the predicament that she was in and how easily she had fallen for it. All she wanted to do was grab a coffee at the Queen Coffee in downtown Jump City, then wound up being snuck up on, grabbed with a bag over her head and carted off to parts unknown. Worse part was these...stupid...cuffs!

The mystic Titan growled to herself as she heaved all her strength against the delicate cuffs emblazoned with runes that were fastened around her wrists. Of course, there was no breaking demon bracelets, but it felt good to release the anger.

Having only dressed in baggy pants and a gray hoodie, most people would not have recognized her except maybe for her violet hair cut in a short bob. She tried to reach for her pocket on one side to get her communicator but realized they had lifted that from her too.

'This is humiliating,' she groused to herself as she looked about the room again.

It was some sort of basement with stuff stacked all about covered with dusts from years of abandonment. It actually looked familiar. It was at that moment the light bulb came on. She knew exactly where she was.

As if there was some sort of cue, the metal door banged open peeling it's metal sound through the room and in strode one confident, pink haired troublemaker.

"Jinx."

The grin of the Pinkette's face grew wider as her cat like-eyes focused on her prey in the middle of the room. She wore her usual black dress, choker, and trademark leggings. The purple and black stripes climbing up some rather gorgeous legs before disappearing underneath the skirt.

"Seriously, I can't believe you let me capture you so easily. I mean, I really didn't have to cast any power to obscure myself. You were so focused on that coffee...or was it that absolutely stunning brunette that was serving it to you."

Raven's gray cheeks flushed ever so slightly and Jinx giggled. "You were! I can't believe you. Raven of the Teen Titans, checking out the ladies!"

"I can't believe you're doing this now," Raven said, turning her body to keep the pernicious witch in view.

"Surprise." The words came with a giggle.

Raven held up her bound wrists. "So now what? Are you going to demand the true identities of my friends? The access codes to the towers?"

"Oh," Jinx said with another giggle. "I have some more important questions for you. Sit."

The word was simple and Raven wanted to ignore it, she felt the uncontrollable pressure to obey as the cuffs forced her to obey their owners. Raven went to her knees before she could even try to will herself to stay standing.

"Didn't think you were one for torture," Raven said dryly.

"You know me. Full of surprises. As you can see, I got some little demon bracelets from the black market and was desperate to try them. Aren't they nifty?"

"They're swell," Raven intoned with little interest.

"Awww, you don't like them? I bet you'll like them. They can compel you to do whatever I want and to tell me whatever I want."

"Sure. Whatever."

Deep inside Raven was not happy that she had been placed in such a position but honestly, she knew it could be much worse.

"Oh? Okay. Let's try them out. Is the Titans Tower undergoing upgrades next week?"

"Yes." The words escaped before she could even stop herself.

"Gizmo will be happy to hear that. He's been wanting to try some new firmware that he's written."

Raven narrowed her eyes.

"I don't like this, Jinx."

"Good point," Jinx said with a nod. "You're not a fan of talking about others. Let's talk about you then."

'Oh, no.'

"Have you read any of those erotica books I sent you?"

Raven squirmed trying to keep the words in but her body refused to obey.

"Yes."

"Oh ho! So you do like them."

"Yes." Damn it!

"What did you think of that scene in the book Hallowed Ground when the young groundskeeper sneaks the preacher's daughter away? Hot, wasn't it?"

"Fine. Yes. It was a rather...interesting scene."

The pressure let up since she wasn't resisting. Raven had already admitted it so why keep fighting?

"So….what else can I ask you? Hmmmm." Jinx stood again and began to pace.

"What do you think of my outfit?" Jinx asked, giving a small spin.

"It is very cute," Raven said letting her mouth talk. It was a safe question but they kept coming. "It accents your figure nicely."

"Awww, you say the nicest things, Rae Rae!"

"Don't call me that! I hate it when Beast Boy does."

The pinkette's eyes glimmered and she giggled.

"Then what is your favorite nickname?"

Oh, azar did Raven squirm trying to keep the words from escaping but no matter how hard she tried they came out in a gasp. "Lollipop."

Jinx plopped down in front of her with a squeal of triumph.

"Well, what do you know. You do have a favorite pet name."

Raven glared at her.

"Do you think I'm hot?"

"Yes."

"You like sex?"

"Yes."

"What's your favorite position?"

"Missionary."

"Aww. Really? I would have thought you were more adventurous. You like my legs?"

Raven's voice faltered slightly but the words still came out.

"Yes."

"Do you...like...wanna know if I'm wearing panties?"

"Y...ye..yes."

Jinx leaned very closely and the smell of her blueberry perfume filled her nostrils. Raven felt her breath starting to catch in her throat and her eyes focused on the kissable lips in front of her. The pinkette's voice was low, sultry and only for her to hear.

"I'm not wearing any."

Raven tried to swallow but found that task somehow difficult. Jinx ran her fingers up Raven's arm leaving a trail of tingles the entire way.

"Come on, Jinx," Raven allowed a whine to escape.

"Kiss me."

The order vibrated through her cuffs and Raven found herself leaning in and planting her own mouth against the one who had kept her prisoner. Oh, god she tasted too good and there was nothing the mystic Titan could do to stop herself.

Jinx leaned forward pushing Raven over on to her back without any resistance, her dress bunching up around her waist. Raven felt the desperate urge to try and get her hands free but Jinx had them pinned to her chest.

"Oh, I have plans for you, Lollipop."

A pitiful whimper was all that escape from Raven as she was again smothered by Jinx's lips. It was at that moment that the metal door clanged open and both snapped their heads to look.

Gizmo strode in with Mammoth right behind with the dwarf studying his computer.

"Jinx, I'm gonna need to head into town and get some more computer parts. If we're going to get the connection working we're going to-"

He stopped as she looked up seeing the two tangled on the floor.

"What are you-Oh, god, cover yourself, Jinx."

Jinx sat up quickly pulling her dress back down with a big grin on her face and touch of red in her cheeks. Raven still lay on her back trying to breath and looking confused, angry, and horny all at the same time.

"Really?" Gizmo griped, throwing his hands up in the air. "Is that why you had Mumbo buy them? Can't you like mess around with your girlfriend at the tower? I really hate when you do these roleplays. Poor Mammoth and I always have to stumble in on them."

"I don't mind." Mammoth grinned.

"Pervert," Jinx shot back with a laugh.

Gizmo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I'm gonna leave if you're gonna be using the storeroom. For crying out loud, that's what bedrooms are for."

Gizmo turned to leave and then back to Raven.

"You need me to call Robin and let him know you're here? I'd hate for him to start worrying like last time."

"If you don't mind," Raven said with a bemused expression trying to ignore the fact that she was still on her back and Jinx was half on top of her.

"Fine. Mammoth, go find something to do. Maybe Beast Boy wants to do some training. If I'm gonna help Cyborg upgrade the tower, I need to not have you two fucking in random places in the base. Got it?"

"No promises," Jinx said.

With an exasperated noise, Gizmo left with both Mammoth and Jinx exchanging a wink and thumbs up.

When the door clanged closed, Jinx turned back to her girlfriend who was smiling.

"Well, that was kind of embarrassing?"

"Kind of?" Raven asked sitting up. "I'm not the one that had my ass on display."

"Pfft," Jinx said. "They've caught me doing worse."

Jinx broke into one of her grins again. "So, you do like the nickname I gave you?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer."

"I can make you."

Jinx reached down to grab the bracelets but to her surprise, they were not on Raven's wrists. They were actually on her own. Shock reverberated through the pinkette at the sudden reversal.

"How did-"

"They aren't demon bracelets," Raven said with a grin. "I realized it when you came closer and I didn't have the connection with you they normally would have. Easy to override after that."

"Shit, Mumbo sold me junk?"

"Nope. They're compulsion bracelets. Meaning they don't just work on me…"

Jinx's eyes went wide. "Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. You have some penance to perform. I mean, I got my nickname for a reason."

Jinx giggled.

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years ago

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Hiya here to request a part 2 to...everything... or just to the "oh my god, you're in love with him' prompt :D :D :D

HO HO, well, here you go. (I am very very pleased with this, and it’s sort of turned into this thing so if anyone wants a part three, please lemme know!)

AO3

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It had been a week since Richie had moved away to California and Eddie was slowly losing his mind. They had talked on the phone every night, and every night Eddie had his confession on the tip of his tongue. He never managed to get the words out though, and no amount of ice cream was making him feel any better about the ache in his heart.

After spending the day with the remaining losers, Bill and Mike, Eddie headed into his house, glad that his mother was at the bingo that afternoon. He dropped his bag to the floor and was about to head up to his bedroom when the house phone rang. Not wanting to ignore it, in case it was something important, Eddie sighed and headed into the kitchen, picking up the phone.

“Hello, Kaspbrak residence, how may I help you?” He said tiredly into the phone. He knew it was probably going to be someone from a telemarketing company trying to sell him something. Either that or it was his aunt, since no-one ever called the home phone.

“Hello there,” the voice on the other line spoke and Eddie was surprised at the tone. He sounded like a professional. “May I speak with Edward Kaspbrak?”

That caught Eddie off guard, as no-one called his house phone to speak to him as everyone had his mobile number. He cleared his throat, a little nervous as to what the man wanted with him on the other line. “Uh, your speaking with him.”

The man on the other line let out a relieved breath, “Well I am glad to finally be able to speak with you Edward. I have been trying for a few weeks now, ever since I received that call from your mother regarding the letter we sent out at the beginning of July.”

“I’m sorry sir, but…what are you talking about?” Eddie asked quietly, extremely confused as to what was going on.

An inhale came from the other line before the man continued. “Mr Kaspbrak, I am calling from UCLA, I am the Dean and head of admissions. I am referring to the acceptance letter as well as scholarship offer we sent you out in July.”

Eddie’s mind swirled with confusion, as he remembered opening the letter from UCLA, and it certainly did not read accepted on the cover. None of his letters did. They all read unsuccessful. Then, the penny dropped and his eyes widened, anger and betrayal filling his very being. “You- I was accepted?”

“Yes, Mr Kaspbrak,” the Dean answered in a soft tone. “We only accept declining offers from the person themselves, therefore I am calling to make sure that you would indeed like to decline the offer to study with us on our English and Literature course.”

No. No he did not wish to decline. “No- no I- no.” Eddie shook his head, even though the man couldn’t see him. “No- I would like to accept. When- when does the course start?” He asked, heart thumping in his chest.

“The semester begins on September 17th, Mr Kaspbrak. Shall we go ahead with the arrangements for your acceptance? We can have a call tomorrow to discuss accommodation.” The Dean said softly and Eddie could have cried right then and there.

He had never said yes fast enough.

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Knowing that his mother wouldn’t be home from the bingo until much later, Eddie quickly packed as much of his belongings into a suitcase and trudged it down the stairs. There was only one place he could think of to go, only one place that he knew he’d be safe.

He knocked on an all too familiar door and the second Maggie Tozier opened up, Eddie burst into tears. She ushered him inside, locking the door behind him and sat him on the couch. Went disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a concerned expression on his face.

They waited patiently as Eddie calmed down, urging him to take a few sips of water and breath in and out. Once he was calmer, he told them everything. About how he thought no college wanted him but it was in fact, his mother that had been issuing fake letters and getting rid of his real ones. He told them about the Dean from UCLA calling and he told them about how he was planning on taking the offer and moving out to California.

Maggie was red with rage, and she tried to hold it in, but it was difficult for her. She was so much like her son when it came to handling emotions, Eddie thought for a moment that he was actually in the room with Richie himself. She ranted about how a mother could do that to her child, how someone could be so cruel as to jeopardize their future and make them feel so small and worthless.

After everyone had calmed down, Went left to collect some pizza and Maggie sat with Eddie, making him feel as at home as he always did in the Tozier household. It was strange though, being there without Richie. He kept thinking that he would come running down the stairs any second and pull Eddie into the biggest hug. It had only been a week, but fuck, Eddie missed Richie like crazy.

It was now after nine in the evening, and Eddie knew his mother would be home and he also knew she would have gone into his room too see half his things were missing. As if on cue, his phone started ringing from where it was sat on the coffee table. Both Eddie and Maggie stared at the device, the name ‘MA’ lighting up the screen until it rang out. A few moments later, it started to ring again, but Eddie wasn’t answering it. He had nothing to say to his mother. Not now, not ever.

Went came back shortly after with the pizza and they all sat on the sofa, digging in. Once all the food was devoured and they had watched Eddie’s phone light up for the tenth time, Maggie caved and picked it up, answering it.

The conversation that followed was too intense for Eddie to even comprehend. He could hear his mother screaming at Maggie, calling her all the names under the sun but Maggie wasn’t phased, hitting back just as hard. The conversation ended with Maggie telling her that Eddie was going to stay with them until arrangements could be made for him to fly out to California, and that the police wouldn’t care as Eddie was eighteen and legally an adult.

Once she had hung up, Maggie passed the phone back to Eddie with a soft smile and he couldn’t help but stand up and hug her back, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Oh sweetheart, you know we’d do anything for you right?” She whispered into his hair, radiating nothing but motherly love. “You were always Richie’s favourite.”

Eddie’s eyes filled with tears at the mention of Richie and he nodded his head. He didn’t know if Maggie knew about his feelings for her son, but something in her soft expression told him that she did. Mothers intuition or something like that.

“I’m gonna go give him a call,” Eddie whispered, smiling softly. “Is it okay if I sleep in his room tonight?”

Maggie nodded her head and Eddie made his way to the stairs, noticing the look of concern that Maggie gave Went as he reached the first step. They really were amazing parents, and Richie was so lucky to have them.

He opened the door to Richie’s room and winced a little at how bare it was. No ACDC posters on the wall, no pictures of the losers on the bedside cabinet, no mess of clothes on the floor. There was just a bed and an empty room. It was still Richie’s though, and he could still smell him as he crawled into his bed and dialled his number.

“Eds! What do I owe the pleasure?” Richie’s voice filled his ears after only a few rings. Eddie swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and imagining that he was right there next to him.

“I- I need to tell you something,” he whispered down the line and Richie went quiet.

“Everything alright, Eds?” Richie asked and once again, the lump had formed in the back of Eddie’s throat.

Eddie held back the sob that he knew was on the verge of breaking free and let out a shallow breath, “My mom- she- she sent out face unsuccessful letters.” He could hear Richie’s intake of breath but before he could interrupt, Eddie continued, telling him everything, right up to when Maggie yelled at his mother on the phone.

Richie was quiet for a second, before he found his voice. “So…you’re coming to California?” He asked, and Eddie swore Richie’s tone was filled with hope.

For the first time that night, Eddie broke into a wide grin and he felt warmth fill him from his head to his toes. “Yeah Rich…I’m coming to California.”

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bbykpoper · 6 years ago

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Bitter Sweet Symphony

Jae x reader

part 14 - Hog's Head Inn

words: probably somewhere around 2.8k

A/N: I know that the timeline of the song and story don't match but just like ignore it please? Thank you. Also, I hope nobody gets offended by me mixing stuff up... it's called fiction for a reason🙄

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Y/N glared over playfully at Jae and his friends as they both snorted out a laugh. Wonpil had woken up and proceeded to spam the girl with funny pictures of Jae, but at the same time sent some questioning photos of Y/N herself to the Slytherin boy. And now, both were wagging war on twitter, almost crashing the app on both of their phones.

Sunmi glanced at the girl sitting opposite her at the table and smiled in amusement as she observed her reactions to the Slytherin blond boy with the soft rimmed glasses. Even though they started out on the wrong foot, it seems they are slowly gravitating to one another in a finer manner.

"Sunmi-unnie." Momo whispered to grab the Ravenclaw girl's attention. "Don't you think Y/N-unnie and Jae-oppa would make a good couple?"

Sunmi almost choked on her butterbeer as the younger Hufflepuff looked on to the two. If even the dull Momo managed to figure out the chemistry between these two then who hasn't?

"I agree little Momo. They would make the fine pair." Sunmi nodded and caught the angered gaze of Sungjin directed at Jae. 'Ho, do I smell jealousy?' She smiled at the thought only for it to be broken by a ping on Y/N's phone.

The girl quickly scanned the message she got and sighed, standing up and grabbing the blue coat which was drapped over her chair. She met eyes with Jae and smirked at him endaringly.

"We'll continue our banter later snake boy." She said as she looked back over to Sunmi. "Don't wait up for me, I probably won't be back until curfew."

"Alright. I'll bribe our head girl again if you stay out later." Sunmi nodded. "Be careful Y/N."

"Thank you." She hugged the older girl. "And don't worry so much about me, I'll be fine."

And with that Y/N went off towards the exit, noticing just how much Jae was following her every move with his eyes.

"See you later, Jae." Y/N stopped short when the older boy blushed at her use of his name and at the same time blushed back.

She quickly scurried out the door into the cold and headed up the street away from the Three Broomsticks Inn.

"What the hell was that Y/N? Get yourself together damn it."

And with that she walked towards the Hog's Head Inn.

Just as Y/N left the Three Broomsticks Sungjin turned to Jae anger evident in his eyes. Sunmi also noticed the shift in atmosphere because the Slytherin boy wasn't blushing so much anymore, rather he was now coldly staring at his Gryffindor friend.

"What?" Jae asked out loud.

"What? You dare ask me what when you know very well what?!" Sungjin looked like a volcano ready to errupt any second.

"You're mad at me because I talked to Y/N." Jae sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don't remember you having any power over me or her to ban us from talking."

"Jae you know I like her!" Sunmi coughed just as Momo took a very loud bite of her cookie. "I have a feeling you like her too and she likes you. Which means I have no chance to get close to her what so ever!"

Jae's eyes only grew colder as he looked at his younger friend with a slight annoyance in his expression. Both Younghyun and Dowoon moved over to the table where the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girl sat, fearing the worst and not exactly wishing to be in the middle of this little argument.

"Sungjin, I really don't care what you are thinking about right now and the fact that I have to walk on egg shells around you is getting on my last nerve more than you know." Jae stood up loudly and sighed. "I'm going to be the bigger person here and leave the room so a fight doesn't break out between us, but remember this well Sungjin." Jae's pointed look stayed on the dark haired boy just as four pairs of eager eyes observed him from the next table. "I do like Y/N, and I will not give up on her just because you don't have the balls to confess to her."

And with that the Slytherin boy left the Inn, a very awkward silence falling between the students present.

The Hog's Head Inn had a distinctive smell of stale mold as Y/N walked inside. She noticed not many people ever visited this place and the people in here seemed to be either very grumpy old men or some very sketchy students.

No wonder this place was always full of Slytherins.

The girl proceeded to walk towards the rusty old stairs and took one at a time with caution as to not fall through the creacking wood. It didn't take her much time at all to reach the upstairs sitting room where a man in dark robes sat tending to the fire. With a heavy intake of breath, which almost suffocated the girl thanks to the pilled up dust of this place, she walked over to the empty seat beside the man and patted off the dirt from the cushion as much as she could before sitting down.

"It's good to see you daughter." The man spoke, his dark almond eyes meeting Y/N's presence.

"I could say the same to you, but we both know that would be a lie." The girl grumbled out. "Why am I here?"

"Straight to the point I see. No wonder your mother is angered with your sharp tongue." The man smiled softly. "It's the same as hers."

Y/N rolled her eyes not answering nor speaking further.

"It's a blessing to be able to summon a patronus Y/N. And you did that all by yourself without trying beforehand. I must compliment you on the execution of the spell perfectly." The man spoke as he leaned back into the armchair he was sitting on. "I spoke with Dumbledore and he praised your school work as much as your talent for quidditch. I'm very proud of your progress." The girl rolled her eyes at those words. "I have taken the liberty of asking Headmaster Dumbledore to let you take a break from school for a few days so you may visit your mother and brother."

Y/N eyes hardened at these words but she kept her tongue at bay. It wasn't the time yet to attack the man out of nowhere like that with her clear displeasure of these events.

"And why would I agree to this?" She asked stoic.

"Y/N, you haven't seen your mother or brother for the last 5 years of your school life. You always stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and never answer any of the letters your mother sends you." Y/N's gaze never wavered from the fire. "I know you and Sao don't have the strongest of sibling bonds but they are still your family."

"I thought I wasn't her daughter anymore since Sao didn't show any affinity to magic and I did." It was more of a statement than a thought. "I'm not leaving Hogwarts in the middle of the school term just because the woman can't apologise and for a brother that doesn't want to see me."

Y/N stood to go but stopped short at her father's next words.

"I don't wish to take these means but if you don't go I will have to resign you from Hogwarts for good." Y/N's eyes filled with wide anger bore into her father's. "I'm sorry daughter, but it's the only way."

The students of Hogwarts who lingered in the halls all began moving left and right as Y/N went full speed down in a running motion, her coat flailing behind her like a majestic cape. She was taking twists and turns and stairs two at a time to reach the Gargoyle corridor where Headmaster Dumbledore's office is located. With heavy breaths she stopped in front of the gargoyle and tapped it on the head for it to wake up.

The gargoyle stirred and glared at the girl as she only huffed before saying the password.

"Iced mice." The gargoyle groaned but moved letting the girl pass through.

She climbed all the way up to the office, entering it with a soft knock.

"My my Miss Jeong, I don't remember telling you the password to my office." Dumbledore spoke up from his seat behind his desk.

He smiled kindly through his long white beard and gestured for the girl to come closer and take a seat.

"Is it true?" Y/N didn't move from her standing postition in the middle of the room. "Is it true that my father will be taking me out of school if I don't leave?"

"Miss Jeong calm down." Dumbledore stood up and walked around his desk to face the girl fully. "It is true your father requested your absence for a few days but I have not given him permision. I believe that only you may choose if you wish to leave or not."

"But he said he'll take me away..." Y/N fidgeted with the sleeves of her coat not understanding what was happening.

"Miss Jeong you have nothing to fear. Professor Flitwick has been notified of this and will not allow such actions to take place. Do get some rest, curfew is soon upon us." The headmaster smiled as a confused Y/N went to leave. "Oh and Miss Jeong?" The girl turned around. "We'll talk about you knowing about the password to my office tomorrow. Good night."

Y/N moved through the halls not paying attention to anything or anybody. The halls were mostly empty with a few prefects walking about to check who is still out to remind them of their curfew. And just as she turned the corner she bumped into somebody stopping in her zombie like pace.

"Y/N?"

She looked up to be met with a thick tuff of blond hair covering a pair of eyes behind some glasses.

"Jae?" She blinked a few times until she burst into a fit of soft sobs and grabbed onto the taller boy's green bomber jacket. "...Jae..."

Jae barely had time to come to terms with the fact that: a) his crush had just called him by name while sobbing, b) his crush is literally clinging to him and c) the Slytherin prefect is out looking for students that are out after curfew and he's one of them. So what does Jae do? Jae gently takes Y/N's hand and they run through the halls to the more secluded part of the Hogwarts castle and hide in one of the many towers where they will not be bothered.

"Are you okay?" Jae asked Y/N as he gently sat down next to her on the ground.

"No." She squeaked out and sniffed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked her again.

"No." She answered again.

Jae blinked but nodded understanding her completely. He felt a small hand wrap around his and he blushed intensely when the smaller girl placed her head on his shoulder.

"Just... stay here... like this..." She whispered out.

"Okay, I can do that." Jae said nervous, adding in a giggle or two. "I can do that no problem."

Y/N only snorted but tried to calm down her extenseve sobbing. Jae placed his head on the cold wall and began humming softly to a song in his head, earning a curious glance from the girl.

Y/N kept quiet as she listened to the soft humms of the young boy.

"That's pretty, what's the title?" Y/N asked.

"Oh? Well it's a song by a muggle band, The Verve." Jae looked down at Y/N. "Bitter Sweet Symphony."

"Kind of sums up my life right now." Y/N giggled and looked up at Jae.

Their faces were only inches appart, their breaths mixing as their eyes lingered on each other. Y/N felt the mint radiate off of his lips just as Jae enjoyed the smell of lillies from her hair. The milisecond of bounce in Jae's eyes that went from her eyes to her lips didn't go unnoticed by the girl and she darted the tip of her tongue out to wet her plump lips.

"Oh fuck it." Jae hissed and leaned in to the girl fully, placing his lips on hers.

The kiss was hesitant at first, Jae being so unsure and slowly regretting the fact that he even made a move. That is until Y/N placed her arms around his neck and kissed him back, catching him by surprise. His hands travelled down to her hips just as the girl climbed onto his lap, their lips moving in union.

When they pulled back from each other to grab a hefty fine of air Jae noticed the lust in Y/N's eyes and she too noticed the need in his. The girl only smirked and kissed the boy again.

"Oh fuck it well Jae." Y/N pushed him down to the floor just as he moaned into her mouth at the sudden friction of his lower body.

The sudden darkness of the lonesome tower aided the two in this night adventure as both did their best to keep the noise to a minimum.

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wishmaker1028 · 6 years ago

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Pokeshipping Week: Day 2 Possessed Ash

The day after Paul's match, everyone was in the Pokémon Center, waiting for Nurse Joy. Paul was getting a check up, to see how he was recovering from years of his father's abuse.

Ash sighed, worried. He didn't know just how bad all of it was. Just then, a Pokeball of his opened up and out popped Infernape. Infernape went over to Ranee and brushed up against her, worried about its former master.

Ranee petted Infernape and told it, "It is okay, Infernape. Paul will be okay, I know it."

Infernape just smiled weakly.

Barry groaned, "Man, this waiting is killing me..."

Brock added, "Well, this is really important to the fact that we need to know how much abuse he went through."

Misty nodded as she replied, "Abuse that he should have never went through."

Ranee responded, "On that, we all agree."

Dawn told her, "That is so true."

"Pip..." Piplup said.

"Pika..." Pikachu said.

When Brandon came in, he accidently brushed up against Ash.

He apologized, "Oops, sorry about that, Ash."

Ash stated, waving Brandon off, "That's okay."

Brandon went over to Ranee as Ash recalled Infernape back to its ball. Just then, a familiar voice scared him to his very core.

"Soon, you'll be all mine again and then I'll capture Ho-oh for myself."

Ash paled as he thought, 'No, it couldn't be...' That's when he started to get a headache. Ash tried to rub his head but it was of no use. He thought, 'What's happening to me?'

What he didn't know was that the King of Pokélantis, Kashton, had escaped the stone rock yet again. Kashton had found Ash again, smirking evilly as he sensed the aura within him. Kashton thought, 'Interesting. The boy seems to possess aura abilities. He could be useful...' That's when he started to re-posses Ash's body. Within a matter of minutes, Kashton had succeeded and knew that there was a way to take over the world…

That's when Nurse Joy came out and told everyone the extend of Paul's injuries from his father. He had a scar on his right wrist, scars and bruises all over his back and chest, he previously had broken ribs and a leg, and to the fact he had his broke his foot a long time ago - he always had a limp that he was good at hiding.

Brandon shook his head in disgust. He thought, 'No kid should ever go through what he did. I hope we never come across him.'

Ranee pleaded, "Can I see him, please?"

Nurse Joy smiled as she answered, "Of course, Ranee."

Ranee smiled and went off into the examination room. Misty perked up as Ash just went by her. While it was true she didn't have aura, she sensed something was wrong. She couldn't help but wonder what it was. That's when she saw a dark aura coming from his body.

Brandon saw that and whispered, "Oh no."

Barry perked up and asked, "What the matter, Brandon?"

Brandon explained, while looking at Ash, "The Stone Pokeball has been acting weird lately and I was wondering what was wrong with it and then, I just saw what happened to Ash. The King of Pokélantis, Kashton, has been trying to get a hold of Ash again and apparently, he has done it."

Brock frowned as he commented, "Oh no."

Dawn stated, "We've got to do something!"

"Pip!" Piplup said.

"Pika!" Pikachu said, agreeing.

That's when Paul and Ranee walked in.

Ranee saw their faces and asked, "What's wrong?" Brandon told them what was happening. Ranee paled as she whispered, "Oh no..."

That's when Paul snapped his fingers. Everyone looked confused as he approached Kashton.

Kashton saw him and snarled, "What do you want, mortal?!"

A cold shiver went down Misty's spine. It just wasn't the Ash she loved. She blushed at that thought, trying to keep her eyes on Paul. She couldn't help but wonder what he was up to.

Paul commented, "My name is Paul Shinji and I challenge you to a one on one Pokémon battle."

Before anyone could protest; Kashton stated, "I accept." He smirked as he asked, "What happens if I win?"

Paul told him, "If you win, I'll become your personal assistant. If I win, you leave Ash's body and never think about taking him over ever again."

Ranee blurted out, the tears in her eyes, "Paul, what are you thinking? You just had a problem yesterday! You might lose to him!"

Paul turned to her with a determined look on his face and told her, "I know that. But I have got to try and help Ash."

Dawn commended, "Wow, Paul. That's amazing."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Kashton responded, "I agree to those terms. Let's get this battle started. The sooner we start, the sooner I have my personal assistant."

With that, he walked around Paul and outside. Misty crossed her fingers and hoped that Paul could try and help. She sure wished she could.

Paul took the spot where Brandon stood when he battles and Kashton took the spot where both Paul and Ash stood to battle Brandon.

Brandon decided to be the referee and commented, "This battle between Paul and Kashton is about to begin. Trainers ready?" They both nodded as they were both ready to battle. Brandon stated, "Then let the match begin!"

Kashton got a Pokeball as he threw it and yelled, "Go Infernape!"

Within a flash of light, Infernape appeared.

Paul got a Pokeball as he threw it and yelled, "Gastrodon, standby for battle!"

Within another flash of light, Gastrodon appeared.

Kashton commanded, "Infernape, Mach Punch!" Infernape didn't know what to do when it heard Kashton's voice instead of Ash's. So it didn't do anything. Kashton got mad and hissed, "I said Mach Punch, Infernape! Do it!"

Misty insisted, "Infernape, don't do it!"

Kashton yelled, getting angry, "SHUT UP! I DON'T NEED YOU TO INTERRUPT THE..."

That's when Kashton clutched his head. For a brief moment, the black aura faded and was replaced with a blue one.

Ash shouted, struggling, "Paul, take Infernape down while I've got Kashton distracted!"

Ash had taken control to hold Kashton back from yelling at Misty, but his hold didn't last long as Kashton took control again. The blue aura was gone, replaced by the black one.

Paul commanded, "Gastrodon, Water Pulse!"

Infernape heard Ash yell that across to Paul and just stood there as Water Pulse hit it as Infernape knew that it was almost done with the next attack and soon it would have Ash back.

Kashton yelled angrily, "Infernape! What do you think you're doing? Don't listen to the twerp! Listen to me!"

Misty yelled again, "Stop it! Can't you see that Infernape doesn't want to battle for you, but for Ash?"

Ranee yelled, worried, "Misty, don't! You might make it worse!"

Misty looked at Ranee and then at Ash. She could tell from the ice cold look that Ash gave her that she needed to help Paul bring Ash back because she couldn't deal with losing Ash again.

Kashton told her, "You are so caring for the twerp. I can see why he loves you so that means you should be mine too!"

That's when he sent tendrils out and wrapping them around Misty's waist and brought her from where she was sitting to standing next to him.

The group yelled, "Kashton, let her go!"

Kashton told them, "Make me."

That's when he turned toward Misty and gave her an ice cold kiss on the lips. This made both Paul and Ash angry that he would do that.

Paul commanded, "Gastrodon, Body Slam!" Gastrodon hit Infernape hard with Body Slam, almost knocking it out. Paul added, "Follow it up with Ice Beam!"

Gastrodon froze Infernape quickly, knocking it out.

Brandon declared, "Infernape's unable to battle. Gastrodon's the winner and the winner of the match is Paul!"

Kashton let Misty go as he yelled angrily, "NO! THAT CAN'T BE! I SHOULD HAVE WON!"

Ranee stood with Misty in case Kashton did anything again.

Paul yelled, "No! You don't deserve to win anything!"

This got Kashton's attention and everyone in the Battle Pyramid knew that Kashton was in a blind rage as his black aura flamed up around him. Kashton started to run over to where Paul was standing.

Ranee yelled, concerned, "Paul!"

By the time Kashton got close, he clutched his head and fell to his knees. The black aura was fading, being replaced by blue aura. Paul watched in awe as the blue aura got stronger. That's when he heard Ash's voice.

"Paul... I can't hurt you... Not after what you have been through..."

Paul muttered, "Ash... I don't deserve a friend like you..."

That's when the black aura disappeared. It was completely replaced by the blue aura. Brandon held up the Stone Pokeball as the black aura returned to it. Ash collapsed onto the battlefield. Misty ran over as did everyone else. She rolled Ash's head into her lap.

She pleaded, "Ash, please be okay..."

Ash slowly opened his eyes as he saw Misty. He kissed her cheek, ignoring that he was hurt.

He whispered, "I love you too, you know."

Misty smiled a bit as she hugged Ash. Ash returned it, seeing Paul over her shoulder.

Paul smiled and asked, "Even?"

Ash agreed, "Even."

As he tried to get up and before Pikachu could pounce on him, he was forced back down and cried in pain.

Brock looked him over and advised, "You need to get to a hospital because Kashton might've hurt you badly internally."

With that, they helped Ash back into the Pokémon Center. A bit later, they found out that he was ok except for a very slight tear in his stomach, which would heal in a day or so.

...

Wishmaker1028: I did an idea something like this before in my fanfiction, Sinnoh League Chronicles. And this is the re-write of that chapter. Be sure to check me on on A03, Fanfiction, Wattpad, and DA. Other than that, see you all tomorrow!

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ssilverstreak · 6 years ago

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Cultural Differences: Periods

Only the fact that he instinctively equated the Callahan household with safety kept Roshaun from taking Kit’s head off when he was ambushed as soon as he appeared in the stand of trees at the edge of the property.

“You don’t want to go in there. Trust me,” Kit said as he grabbed Roshaun’s arm before the spell circle had even faded.

Roshaun raised an elegant brow in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. It had been a long day of meetings, meetings, and more meetings, and he had been looking forward to submerging himself in his pack-mate’s scent and having a willing ear to rant to while he unwound. “And why not?”

“Check your bond,” Kit said with a wry grin, as if the shorter male was amused at some joke that Roshaun wasn’t even aware had been told.

Annoyance was outweighing confusion at the moment, but Kit rarely did things without a reason, Roshaun knew that much. With a sigh, he probed along his connection to Dairine.

He jerked slightly, eyes opening wide at the pain-anger-upset-tense that flooded back along their bond. It was the mental and emotional equivalent of a wounded animal just waiting to lash out at anyone that disturbed it.

“She’s not injured, before you panic,” Kit said, halting Roshaun just as he began to stride forward, determination on his face to take revenge on whoever had dared to harm his partner. “She’s just on her period. Neets is on hers too, and I know she and her sister are on the same cycle because she told me, and I didn’t think you’d want to walk into that without some warning. And a peace offering.”

Roshaun stared at Kit for a long moment, trying to get his thoughts in order and finally settling on “What’s a period?”

“… Ho boy,” Kit muttered under his breath. “Time of the month? Visit from Aunt Flo? Cycle? Dairine hasn’t explained anything related to any of that?”

“No, no she hasn’t. Is it something dangerous?”

“Only to the people around her. Look, I was going to make a store run for Neets anyways, you can come along and get some stuff for Dairine, and I’ll try to explain things as we go.”

Roshaun hesitated, but a flash of irritation along his bond with Dairine decided him. He had no desire to incur her wrath at the moment, and perhaps Kit could shed some light on what was going on. “Very well. You spoke of peace offerings, I’m assuming to improve her mood. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, chocolate is usually a good start.”

Kit went several steps before realizing that he was suddenly short one planetary king. He paused and looked behind him, only to find that Roshaun was standing stock still and blushing, of all things.

After a moment to think over what could have caused such a reaction, he gave an amused grin. “I’m assuming chocolate does something very different to Wellakhit than it does to humans.”

“I would certainly hope so,” Roshaun squeaked before clearing his throat and attempting to regain his dignity.

“Just to clarify, humans just think it’s delicious. It’s something that, especially if you get the good stuff, makes a good peace offering in situations like this. I know Neets craves it when she’s on her period or about to be, I’m not sure about Dairine.” Kit tilted his head slightly. “What does it do to you guys?”

“I would rather not talk about it,” Roshaun said stiffly, knowing very well that Kit would probably look it up in his manual later. At least the knowledge that he would most likely not be dealing with a very amorous Dairine as a result of a gift served as a sharp relief.

He ignored the small stab of disappointment that came with it.

“Fair enough.” Kit would definitely be looking it up later, Roshaun knew it. “Anyways, while we walk I can fill you in on what’s going on with Neets and Dairine.”

“That would be… appreciated,” Roshaun answered, silently grateful for the walk as a chance to compose himself. It took a mere trigger word in the Speech, and the slight disguise spell that he had become well-practiced in settled over him.

“Okay, so a period is-“

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“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” Kit looked entirely too pleased with himself at the expression on Roshaun’s face.

“And this doesn’t hurt them?!”

“Oh, it hurts. How much it does varies from person to person. I know Neets gets some pretty rough cramps, and she’s said that Dairine’s are even worse.”

Roshaun couldn’t find words for a long moment, mind numb over the revelation. Finally, he blurted out the only thing that broke through. “How has your species survived?!”

Kit burst out laughing even as he tossed a few chocolate bars into the basket. Roshaun tried not to flinch away from them, and Kit pretended not to notice.

“Anyways, it’s painful and messy and leaves them pretty cranky, which is completely understandable. And that is also why we’re doing this store run for them.” A couple aisles over, Kit tossed a box of something that Roshaun didn’t catch the name of into the basket. “You want some ice cream?”

“What’s ice cream?”

“It’s a frozen treat. Don’t worry, we can get you one without chocolate.”

“I suppose it cannot hurt to try it, then.”

“Awesome.” A couple aisles further down, Kit opened up the door to what was clearly a refrigerated food storage unit and began pulling out small cartons of what Roshaun guessed was ice cream. “Do you like strawberries?”

“Yes.” During his first visit, Roshaun had become acquainted with the small fruits one evening as an accompaniment to that night’s meal.

“Strawberry it is.” A fourth carton joined the other three in the basket. “And that should do it. Let me just pay for this and we can take a transport spell back, before the ice cream melts.”

“Why not just use a spell to keep it cold?”

“Because I don’t want to walk back,” Kit replied with a shrug and a grin.

Honestly, Roshaun wasn’t going to argue that point. After a long day of meeting after meeting and training with his father, and then the walk to the store, his own legs were hinting strongly that it was past time for him to get some rest. Kit, annoyingly, looked no worse for wear.

Stupid humans and their stupid crazy stamina.

It took more time to find a quiet, secluded spot for the transport spell than it did to cast the spell itself, but it still wasn’t long before Roshaun once again found himself standing in the patch of trees at the back of the Callahan property.

Before they went inside, Kit took both bags and quickly sorted items between them before handing one back to Roshaun. “Here. Offer this before you do anything else and she probably won’t kill you.”

Really, Roshaun would have assumed that the shorter male was joking, but they both knew Dairine too well.

At this point Roshaun was more than a little worried about what he was getting himself into, but there was no way he was about to show it, or back down.

At least she didn’t have the power levels to toss him into the sun on a whim anymore.

Okay, he knew she wouldn’t actually do that, she was too fond of him, but the waves of irritation rolling down their bond even as he headed up the stairs to her bedroom had him on edge.

He paused at the first door as Kit continued past him to Nita’s room, and sent a quiet ‘May I come in?’ along their connection. ‘I brought things that Kit assured me would help.’

A pause, then a tentative ‘Is ice cream and-or chocolate one of those things?’

‘Both, actually.’

Another pause, this one clearly mulling it over, then a sense of resignation, like a full-body sigh, washed over him. ‘Alright, you can come in.’

Roshaun tamped down his own relief as he opened the door, though he did make sure to hold up the shopping bag in front of him like a shield.

Look, he was brave, not stupid.

Dairine gave him half a baleful look from where she was sprawled on her front, face half-buried in one of her pillows. His partner looked more disheveled than normal, fiery hair mussed and clothes wrinkled, as if she had been tossing and turning. A cord ran from the edge of something square-looking that was trapped under her lower abdomen, and the control partway down the cord was lit up, indicating that it was in use.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing slightly to the spot on the small bed beside Dairine. She grumbled a little, but he could tell it was mostly for show as she sat up, dragging the small rectangle on the end of the cord with her as she rearranged herself so that she was sitting back against the pillows on her bed.

One trait that humans and Wellakhit happily seemed to share was a need for physical contact. As soon as Roshaun had managed to get onto a bed that really was far too small for someone of his size, plus another person, Dairine tucked herself up under his arm and made grabby motions for the bag. He handed it over, and while she began digging through it he retrieved the brush from her bedside table and began doing what he could to put her hair to rights.

By the time the brush was running freely through the human’s thick red hair, Dairine had already retrieved the carton labeled ‘rocky road’ and a spoon and was making a concerted effort to demolish the dark brown contents. From the empty box and the pill bottle that had been returned to the bag, she had already taken the painkillers, so Roshaun freed his own carton of ice cream and a spoon.

After a bite, Roshaun silently concluded that ice cream was similar to, but not exactly like, a frozen treat his own people made from the juice of a fruit that grew in the temperate regions of the non-slag side of Wellakh. The earth version was quite enjoyable, he decided, being rather smoother and richer than the version he was used to.

Halfway through his ice cream, a soft increase of the weight against his side and a gentle fuzziness along the bond with his partner indicated that Dairine had fallen asleep. Carefully, he took the partially-eaten ice cream away from her, and with a small spell sent both it and his own to the frozen food storage downstairs.

Roshaun set the bag aside, then worked to rearrange the pillows into something more comfortable to lean back against. He knew that Dairine was a heavy sleeper from past experience, and indeed she didn’t wake up as he settled in for what would probably be a few hours of being in the same spot. Indeed, it wasn’t long before the human was curled into his side, using him as an impromptu pillow.

Honestly, most days Roshaun would rather have ‘makes a comfortable pillow’ over ‘king’ on his list of qualifications.

With a sigh, he pulled out his connection to the Aethers and began to retrieve some of the paperwork he had stored there. May as well get a head start on things that were due soon.

As he relaxed and got into the rhythm of filling things out, a low rumble in his chest began. The shock of it startled the purr right out of him, and he glanced down at Dairine, who still hadn’t woken.

Huh. So it was like that, then.

Roshaun closed his eyes and sighed, then went back to his paperwork. This time, when the soft rumble of a purr kicked up, he didn’t bother to fight it.

Really, the only shame was that Dairine wasn’t awake to return it.

#Young Wizards #not you dd #fanfic #cultural differences #poor Roshaun #more shippy than usual #the purring thing will come up again #don't worry #more of Roshaun being an overgrown cat #also Kit didn't mention what is in ice cream for a reason #thankfully Roshaun isn't lactose intolerant

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RFA + Saeran forget MC: part 3

Okay, so I kinda went overboard on Saeyoung’s, and it’s a lot longer than the others I wrote I’m sorry I love this boy too much so i split Saeyoung and Saeran up, so this part didn’t get longer than it already is. I also tweaked the ending a little bit, as my idea didn’t completely fit the request. I hope that’s okay! There are Secret ending spoilers in here, so just beware of that in case you haven’t done those. Enjoy~

Part one (Yoosung and Zen): here! Part two (Jaehee and Jumin): here! Part three (Saeyoung): x Part four (Saeran): here!

TRIGGER WARNING: General violence

Saeyoung

It was Saturday, AKA shopping day. You had taken Saeran out with you on errands this time, which left Saeyoung back at the bunker alone. He knew you would take a little while, as when this happened you two usually went out for ice cream at Saeran’s favorite ice cream place about two miles away. He didn’t mind, though. He knew you would return and brighten up the bunker with your smile once more.

For the first time in his life, he could say he was truly happy. To be married to you, a something he never imagined he could dream of, as well as saving his brother and making things right? He was easily the happiest man on the planet, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Granted, Saeran was sometimes not a joy to deal with, he was glad something in his life was finally working out.

This particular day, he decided to tinker around and make a little robot for you. You already had plenty, most of them cats that purr out little words of encouragement, or that follow you around the house and help you out. This one he wanted to make to keep you company if he has to run out of the house for a little while with Saeran. He hated the thought of you sitting here all alone, just waiting for him to return.

He settled himself into his computer chair and set out to work on this robot.

About an hour later, the gate signaled that someone has made it through the security system. Robot forgotten, he flew out of the chair and ran through the bunker to greet you. “MC, Saeran! You’re ho-“

He cut off short when, in fact, it was not MC or Saeran, or anyone he knew at that. It was someone tall, their facial features obscured by a mask. Before he could react, the person’s arms darted out like whips, grabbing Saeyoung by either side of the head and ramming it into the wall. It connected with a loud crack, and Saeyoung went unconscious.

“Saeyoung, honey, we’re home!” You called once you made it through the gate. It sometimes takes forever, as the password always changes and sometimes you get lazy and don’t want to press in the code that will let you bypass the system and get in. Today was one of those days, but because both yours and Saeran’s arms were filled with grocery bags.

You both hurried to the kitchen where you dumped the bags. “Wonder where that idiot is, usually he’s already out here hanging on you,” Saeran muttered, to which he got a light slap on the wrist. When he tried to leave to go to his room, you gripped his sweater and yanked him back. “Uh-uh, mister. You are going to help me put these groceries.” Louder, you called out, “Saeyoung, get your butt in here and help me!”

Saeran let out a groan and muttered something under his breath but did as you said. A smug grin spread on your face when you realized he had a little grin on his, too. When Saeyoung didn’t materialize, you started to worry. “Saeyoung, are you working in your office again?” You all but screamed into the house. “Jeez MC, why don’t you just go knock on his door instead of screaming bloody murder beside me? That idiot is deaf, he isn’t going to hear you.” Saeran shook his head in annoyance as he pulled a box of food out of a bag and went to shelf it.

“I’ll be back to help you, okay?” Saeran grunted in response, concentrating on putting the food away as you padded down the hallway to his office. “Oh, Saeyoung,” you cooed, turning the corner, only to find his office empty. “Honey?” You wandered in, taking in the mess of parts spread out on the desk’s surface. The chair was swiveled to face you and was pressed against the desk, as if he whipped around and shoved off the chair in a hurry.

You checked your shared bedroom, only to find the same result: no Saeyoung.

“Saeran?” You called. “What?”

“Did Saeyoung mention that he was going somewhere today?” His head popped out from around the corner of the kitchen. “Do you really think I listen to half of what that he says?” You chuckled, stepping closer and poking the tip of his nose. He scrunched it in annoyance. “You should, he’s your brother.”

“And?” You shook your head, migrating into the living room. “Whatever, Saeran. I don’t think he’s here, maybe he ran an errand too. He should be back shortly, I hope.”

He, in fact, was not back shortly. You stayed up until almost 4am waiting for him to return. You fell asleep on the couch sitting up. When you woke, you had a sore neck and no Saeyoung. You were starting to worry, and you sent him yet another text asking him where he was. Saeran was certain there was no reason for you to worry, but you couldn’t ignore your gut screaming something was wrong. He never left without telling you, never ignored your texts and calls.

Finally, at the end of the next day, you knocked on Saeran’s closed door. “What?” You pushed the door open and asked, “Can you get into the security feed?”

Saeyoung woke to a throbbing pain in the side of his skull, and his arms and legs bound as he lay on his side on what felt like a cement floor. There was a gag in his mouth, so he couldn’t speak or make much noise other than muffled groans and cries. His glasses were cracked, but he could see clear enough out of them that he could tell it was dark, and he was alone.

He was thirsty, and there was a burning in his gut signaling that he was hungry, and the only thought in his head was, “Where am I?”, “How did I get here?” and “Why am I here?”

A sudden bright light caused him to squeeze his eyes shut and groan in pain. Footsteps travelled closer to him, and he felt a gloved hand come in contact with the side of his cheek. “Nice to see you again, Zero Seven.” That voice… no. Saeyoung forced his eyes open, and his suspicions were confirmed. There Vanderwood kneeled, a small smirk on his face. With the gag in his mouth, he could only watch as Vanderwood stood up and started to pace. It hurt his eyes to follow his movements, but he forced himself to keep his eyes on him. “You’re probably wondering, why am I here? How did I get here? Where is my precious MC?” MC? Precious? What? “Well, surprise! You must have thought the Boss would stay low, huh? Nope, he came back, he and the rest of the agency. We’re back, and you, 707, are back to being a hacker, under me. How exciting.”

Vanderwood stopped pacing and kneeled once again. He eyed Saeyoung’s cracked glasses and tutted. “Well, we better get those fixed before you get started again. Oh well. Boss won’t like this; he wants to back to work as soon as possible. Shame.” Confusion was flooding Saeyoung’s mind. Who was this ‘MC’ person? And what was Vanderwood talking about, getting back to work? Why did he stop? What did he do to land himself in this position? Things just weren’t adding up in his foggy mind.

“Would you like to speak, zero seven?” He nodded, eyes pleading. Saeyoung was so confused; he just wanted an answer to clear things up. Not so carefully, Vanderwood removed the gag. Saeyoung flexed his jaw back and forth; it was stiff from being forced into the same position for who knew how long.

“No funny shit here, okay?” Saeyoung nodded, trying to form a question in his mind. “What did I do to land myself here? Did I not finish my last mission on time?” Vanderwood cocked an eyebrow inquisitively at him. “What do you mean? Have MC let you eat too much of those stupid chips?” There was that name again! “Who is this ‘MC’ you keep talking about? I don’t know of any MC!” Vanderwood’s jaw dropped slightly, before he recomposed himself again. “Ah, he must have really hit you hard. Well, more to our benefit. Never mind that name, okay?” Hit? What was going on here? All he knew was that he was bound on the ground laying on his side, the room smelled stale, his neck and head were throbbing, and Vanderwood was talking nonsense, which never happened.

Vanderwood glanced down at his wrist and tutted. “Ah, I have to get going. I gotta talk to the boss. I’ll be back for you.” He strode over and kneeled beside saeyoung, reattaching the gag. “Don’t worry, this is only temporary. See you, Zero Seven.” With that, he turned and exited, taking with him the rest of the light. He was back in darkness.

“No,” You choked out, quickly looking away from the horrors playing across the screen. There your husband was, with a man covered head to toe in black who proceeded to grab his head and smash it into the wall beside the door. Saeran tensed beside you, but his eyes stayed glued to the screen. You forced your eyes back to the screen, where the man hauled Saeyoung over his shoulder and ran out the door. You used to love how the bunker was so secluded and away from most people, but here it was used against you both.

“Switch to the outdoor cam, please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. Saeran usually would have responded with a snarky remark, but he held his tongue and silently switched over to the outdoor camera, where the man could be seen dumping Saeyoung’s limp body into the back of a black SUV. The man disappeared around the side of the SUV. As it pulled away, you could glimpse a bit of the license plate. “Stop it!” Saeran promptly did, and you quickly reached across him, gripping the mouse and rewinding it. “Notepad, notepad,” you muttered, frantically rummaging through Saeyoung’s desk to find paper. You cursed him in your head for being so messy.

Finally locating a pen and paper, you wrote down the visible parts of the license plate and ran to grab your phone, the paper in hand. You settled yourself on the couch and dialed the police, quickly relaying the known information to the operator. They reassured you that they would do their best to find him and told them they were sending a cop over to get more information, and you hung up the phone, confidence building. You would find him, and he would come home safe to you again.

*A month later*

His neck was sore, his back was sore, his vision was bleary, and he was struggling to comprehend the codes in front of him. When was the last time he looked away from this screen? The last time he stood up? 28 hours? He was starving, and needed to use the bathroom, but that was trivial in the face of this mission. His boss hit him with project after project, each growing with importance. Vanderwood came in and made sure he was working, but other than that, he was alone.

He didn’t have his phone for some reason, and they wouldn’t let him leave the agency’s location. He wanted so badly to be back in the familiar place of his bunker, but he was stuck here. Literally. The door was locked from the outside, and he had nothing to unlock it with him. There was a bathroom and a little bed for him to lie in, which he has used all of three times while locked in here.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be let out. He wanted to leave, oh how badly did he want to. But, he couldn’t. He was stuck in this room.

When Vanderwood would come in, he would try to ask questions, like who that ‘MC’ is, why he couldn’t leave this place. Vanderwood usually dodged the questions and redirected the topic to his work. For some reason, as he sat in the room and coded alone all day, he would have random thoughts running through his mind, thoughts he couldn’t explain. Him and a girl, a beautiful girl, cuddling on his couch back at the bunker. Him waking up to that girl snuggled up to his side, her hair tickling his nose. He and that girl walking through the store, hand in hand. He and that girl, sliding matching gold rings onto their fingers. Every day, more of these thoughts would fill his mind, distracting him from work. He found himself more and more fascinated by her, more and more of his thoughts taken up by her. It drove him nuts.

He was lost in a particularly nice memory of he and the girl while coding when it hit him. He knew her, he knew her name. MC, that’s who that girl was in his mind. That beautiful girl was you, and you were his wife. That’s why he had the gold band around his finger in the memory. The realization shocked him, and just felt so right. You were his.

What was he doing, sitting here listening to Vanderwood? Vanderwood shouldn’t even be working for the boss! He knew from working in the field for a while that he couldn’t just not work; otherwise he may not survive to get back to you. So, he continued to code, his mind already spinning up a plan to get out.

It’s been nearly two months since you reported him missing; why haven’t the police come up with anything?

You and Saeran went about your daily lives as usual; He wouldn’t have wanted you to stop everything worrying about him. Plus, just sitting around proved to be damaging to you, as you would start to imagine worst-case scenarios and what-ifs would swamp your brain. Saeran had come into your room multiple times to see why you were screaming into your pillow in the middle of the night. He’s even gone as far as to give you a hug as you cried into your shoulder. You really appreciated him being there; you weren’t sure if you would have made it this far without losing it without him.

“Saeran, can you help me for a sec?” You called out to him, your hands full of soda cans and wrappers from his office. You had been slowly cleaning the whole house, and finally got to Saeyoung’s office. You tried to avoid it, as it was filled with reminders of him, but you had cleaned everything in the house already. “Yeah?”

“Grab me a garbage bag out of the kitchen, please?” You continued to gather the wrappers and cans together, and the pile on the ground slowly grew. You have been married to this man for how long, and knew he was messy, yet you didn’t realize how messy he really was.

Saeran appeared with the bag and whipped it through the air to open it, the bag cracking in the air and startling you slightly. “Sorry,” He muttered, and started to leave when you stopped him. “No, Saeran, wait. Hold the bag open, please?” He sighed but did it anyways, standing silently as you filled the bag with the garbage he left behind.

“Do you ever wonder if… if he is still alive?” You asked. “it’s been, what, two months? With nothing? What if… what if he-“ Saeran cut you off quickly. “No, no MC. No, he will come back, okay? Just trust the police and let them track him down, you did all you could do. If that man truly loves you, he will find his way back here for sure. That’s how he came crawling back to me.” He muttered the last part, turning his face away. You could still see his face flush in embarassment.

“Thank you Saeran,” You murmured, putting the last of the trash in the bag right as your phone rang from your back pocket. Saeran left the room to go back to whatever he was doing before, and you slid your phone out and answered the call, holding it between your shoulder and cheek as you tied the garbage bag. “Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Choi?”

“Speaking.” You finished tying the bag and sat down in Saeyoung’s computer chair. “Mrs. Choi, we need you down at the police station, we have found Mr. Choi.” Your heart jumped into your throat at the words. “Y-you.. Saeyoung?”

“We believe so. He matches your description given at the time of the disappearance. If you could come down and identify him-“ You didn’t let the woman finish, you were already agreeing and running to grab your shoes and jacket. “Woah there, speedy, what’s up with you all the sudden?” Saeran asked from his position on the couch. “They found him, I have to go now! I’ll be back!”

“I told you he would,” Saeran called lowly, but you didn’t hear. You were already out the door and sliding into the front seat of one of Saeyoung’s cars in an instant, pulling out of the garage and speeding down the road. If this were a normal situation, Saeyoung would probably be upset at your driving his car, but it was fast, and really all you had at the moment.

You got to the station in record time, and ran inside and straight to the front desk. “I’m looking for my husband, Saeyoung Choi? I got a call that he was found?” Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest as the person at the desk pointed you to wait in some chairs for someone to come get you.

You sat down anxiously, your knees bouncing and heart racing. He was in this building, he was here. And you were going to see him, after two months of not knowing, of questioning, of waiting, of assuming.

When a balding man came out and called for you, you ran to him. “Where is he? Is he here? I need to see my husband!” He looked shocked, but calmed you down and led you to a room, where you sat and waited, yet again. You sat at a table, your hands clasped and thumbs twiddling anxiously.

When the doorknob twisted, you stood up and stared. A sob ripped through you when you saw him, alive, standing in front of you. The man who guided you in here stayed out, giving you two privacy.

The door shut, and you were alone with him. He looked different, but so Saeyoung; his hair was shaggier and greasier than you had ever seen it, his clothes were wrinkled, stained and ripped in a few spots, he had major dark circles under his eyes, he seemed to have lost some weight and gained some bruises and cuts, and he smelled horrible, but you didn’t care. As soon as his eyes met yours, a smile spread on your face, and you bolted for him. He took you in his arms easily, and squeezed you tight to his chest. Your tears soaked into his shirtfront as you sobbed, your hands roaming every inch of him to make sure he was truly there. His tears soon soaked into your scalp as he pressed kiss after kiss to the crown of your head while he murmured ‘I love you’ between each.

Finally, you let go of his chest, but gripped his hand and led him over to the table, where you moved the chairs so he could sit next to you. Once he settled down in his chair, you rested your head on his shoulder. “What happened to you?”

“Oh my, that’s one story to tell. Uh, so I got kidnapped by the evil demons of my old agency, and they forced me to work for a month until I realized what happened to me and found a way to make them implode from the inside. I was able to do it, because what can’t God 707 do?” He let out a chuckle that quickly died. “But… MC, when they, you know, hit my head on the wall, it made me lose my memory of you. I didn’t know who you were for a month, it was horrible.” You shush him, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, which he happily returned. “You are back. You are alive. That’s all that matters right now, okay? I want to try and move on from this. It will be hard, and you need time to recover, but you did it. You escaped, and you found your way back to me. Back to Saeran, too. He’s been worried, too, in his own way. You know him.” You shrugged, and he let out a laugh, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Let’s go home, shall we? We have a lot of missed time to catch up on,” He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows slightly, to which you lightly smacked his shoulder. “I will do so, once you shower. You stink.” He promptly responded by pressing himself to you teasingly.

You couldn’t have been happier to have him beside you then you were then.

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