#'your highness' 'oh no that's too formal please call me daddy' 'huh'

[aster-ish]

My favorite thing about the Moomin universe, specifically in the 90s anime English dub adaptation is that most characters have these whimsical names like "Snufkin" or "The Snork" or "The Mymble" and then there's just this guy named "Samuel Fredrikson" who happens to be good buddies with this universe's equivalent to god.

...Is what I WOULD HAVE SAID if I hadn't just looked him up to fact check myself and double check spelling and found out his BOSS, the KING of the island he lives on is called DADDY JONES

[b1ravenclaw]

Hey, I saw your requests are open. I was wondering if you’d consider writing some breeding kink smut for Cassian x AFAB reader from ACOTAR? Or Poly bat boys x AFAB reader?

I was thinking about the fae cycles the other day and wondered if female high fae only have their cycle a couple of times a year, do they have a time when they’re more fertile, and would male fae be able to sense that?

And then my brain went down the smut path of Cassian or the bat boys sensing that the reader/their mate is in that time of their cycle and being super possessive or fighting with each other over who gets to have her and get her pregnant.

If you do write something, can I ask that there is no daddy kink please. I just don’t see Cassian or the bat boys being into that with all their own father issues.

Thanks!!! 🦇🤎

Here it is!!! I loved your request. I chose to do it with only Cassian, buuuut I really want to write a poly bat boys in the future!

Summary: You are ovulating and your mate knows it.

Warnings: pure smut, no plot, breeding kink?

“General…” I said while sitting right on my mate’s lap.

“Y/n.” He groaned, his hand finding my waist and settling me further onto him.  “What have I told you about calling me that?” 

“To only say it on very necessary formal occasions… or when it’s just the two of us in our room.”

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, his big hands stroking my thighs, my waist, and the little pouch I have on my lower belly (his personal favorite to caress). “And are we in our room?”

“No, but we are all alone.” I countered, grinding a little onto his lap. “General”

“Yeah.” He groaned again, his hands holding my hips firmly so as to stop me from moving anymore. “But anyone could walk right in.”  

“They won’t.” I counter trying to move but to no avail, he was always physically stronger than me, but I knew his mental resolve would soon crumble.

“But they could. What has gotten into you sweetheart, huh? Can you not behave? Have I not taught you good manners?” 

“You have Cass, but please…” With his hands firmly holding my hips my legs were free to do as I pleased, and upon opening them he finally got a good sense, or rather a good sniff, of how much I needed him. 

“Cauldron.” He cursed lowly, I could feel his briefs straining under me, his grip becoming deathly only arousing me furthermore. “Is that what it is about then?”

“Is it a crime to be needy for my mate?” He hummed kissing down my neck, one hand stroking my side. I was hot and so was he, our bodies fuming with desire. 

“But you are especially needy today, normally you behave so well…” He opened my legs more, his touch was almost of a ghost, dancing dangerously close to where I wanted it. To where I needed it.

“Don’t know General, just know I need it.” Taking the opportunity of his loosened grip I grinded more onto him, feeling almost the full extent of his desire. “And I think you need it too.”

“Hmm, I want it. But I don’t think I need it nearly as badly as you.” I was dizzy, his touch alone enough to make me go mad, but his kisses were what made every coherent thought leave my head. 

“What do you mean?” I almost whined, the thought that he didn’t need me as much as I needed him clouding my judgment.

“You are ovulating, sweetheart. Can’t you feel it?” He pressed my back more onto him, grinding up to meet my ass. His other hand pressing down on where my womb would be. “The dying need to fuck.” He whispered. “To breed. To be full of your mates cum, to lay down and get utterly fucked, not by my fingers or even my mouth. But by my cock.” A desperate sound left me, and he stood up abruptly, taking my hand in his and leading a slow tortuous path to our shared bedchambers. 

“Not true.” I tried to say, embarrassed by the whole ordeal. 

“No? Then why are you so desperately wet.”

“You have not touched me there yet, you can not tell.”

“Oh sweetheart, I can practically hear your pretty cunt, she has been talking this whole time.” I was as red as his siphons, glad that the house was suspiciously empty. He opened the door to let us inside and closed it behind me, his body never leaving mine, and as soon as I heard the door click I was on him. Grabbing at his leaders, touching him anywhere and everywhere. He was right, I was desperate, the only thing in my mind was his glorious cock and how it fit me so well. How we fit so well. 

Damn fae senses, damn the mating bond, damn him for knowing me so well. But it was exactly what I wanted, him to fuck me full and stuffed of his cum. 

“General.” I said again, my voice dripping of lust, and I saw it in his eyes the moment his resolve broke. I willed our clothes to vanish and soon we were both naked on the bed, our bodies grinding together.

Moans filled the room as he laid me gently on my back, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps on its search for my body. His fingers stopped at my breasts, teasing my peaked nipples. 

“I love when you are like this, all spread out for me.” His eyes were darkened with desire, but what I felt down the bond was pure love and adoration. I couldn’t wait for him to worship me nearly as much as I could not wait to sink down on his delicious cock. His hand trailed down my body, finding the pearl between my thighs, gently he stroked my clit and as my moans got louder I could feel his need growing stronger.

“I think what they say is true, y/n.”

“What, Cass?”

“That when a female is ovulating the hormones drive a male crazy.” His fingers sank into my cunt, curling and hitting just the right spot, but not quite. Not like his cock could. “Cause it’s driving me crazy not to fuck you deep and hard right now.”

“Why don’t you?” He chuckled as I whined.

“You were so whiny and needy, I wanted to be romantic.” “Don’t be.” I breathed, his fingers working me closer and closer to my peak.

“You sure sweetheart?”

“Yes, General, please.”  

I knew he wasn’t going to fuck me without preping me first, so I wasn’t surprised when he leaned down and licked at my cunt so my orgasm came stronger. Harder. And so it did, he was quick to sink into me and the moans that left both of us were purely sinful. His strong arms holding me close as he thrusted harder each time, the mushroom tip of his cock doing wonders for my pleasure. Cassian looked like a God on top of me, wings spread out wide, his beautiful face shining with sweat and the remains of my arousal. I could not help it as the pleasure came crashing down on me, I clenched hard around him, milking him hard. His moans turned into whimpers and as he came, as I felt his cum coat my walls, my need was reborn. Turning us around so as he was sitting down on the bed I started riding him harder, faster. I could feel him deeper in this position and it was all that I needed. 

After a while I did not know anymore when my pleasure started and where his ended, my only thought being of feeling warm and full. 

“Cass,” with a final whimper our limbs untangled, as I layed down trying to regain my surroundings I felt him shifting and getting out of bed. “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t.” He kissed my brow and quickly returned with a wet cloth to clean me up. 

“I love you darling, you did so well.” The praise went straight to my heart, and I sent gratitude down the bond, after cleaning me up we both lay on the bed in each other's arms. His scent engulfed me, being all I needed, slowly putting me to sleep. 

“I love you too Cass, more than anything.” 

[takami-takami]

Keigo and daddy kink please 🛐🛐🛐

I might go feral omg

Keigo thinks he's in love with the way the word daddy sounds when you whine it.

The titles sir and master have always settled a bit too formal for his tastes. When he calls you his baby, he drips it thick from his tongue like syrup, laced with every ounce of tender affection he has; so it stands to reason that you would respond warm and sticky in turn, a whimper of daddy dripping from yours.

Keigo takes good care of his sweetheart. His home is nestled between your thighs with a "s'okay love, lemme spoil you."

Huffing once, the puff of air against your clit has you squirming; oh, he has no choice but to pin those thighs in place, nice and secure. If you were to ask him, he'd say his hands simply serve as a preventative straightjacket for needy messes that can't control themselves.

"Who am I to you?"

Keigo drawls the question, lowering himself toward your core and grazing against it with his stubble. His lidded eyes give way to the truth: this is just a formality. You both know the answer.

"Daddy," you whimper without hesitation.

Satisfied with your answer, Keigo's delicate lips latch onto your clit, humming with a deep moan. He can hardly keep them from smirking as your fingertips dart to ruffle into his fluffy locks, legs kicking along the expanse of his back.

Overwhelmed already by a single kiss? Keigo rolls his eyes. He can make it worse.

He cranes his neck back from the kiss with a wet smack— panting in arousal, himself.

"You're dripping, sweetheart," he murmurs, head hanging back in his slouch. Thick digits prod your hole in circles to gather your slick before dipping the middle finger inside. "All that from a kiss? Must really like me, huh?"

You whimper. His teeth flash.

"Sweetest cunt in the world," he barks, diving back in like a man starved.

The tip of his tongue flicks in circles once, twice, before laving the flat of it in thick laps against your swollen clit. He repeats the cycle, peppering in kisses and sucks as needed.

"Kei—" A sharp slap against your thigh corrects you. The steel of his rings stings, aching like the bruise of his grip as he kneads your flesh. "Daddy, 'ts too much."

"No," he sighs, mumbling into your heat. "No, no it's not. Y'can gimme more."

When you huff in response, Keigo pulls back, brows raised in faux confusion.

"And how would you know anyway, princess," he mocks sweetly, flicking your leg before walking his fingers up toward your core. You must be confused, must be naive. Mirroring your pout of disagreement, Keigo decides it's his job to correct you.

"What happened to— ahem. 'Daddy knows best, daddy please! Oh, daddy, fuck me'," he whines with his head thrown back, pitching his voice high to your trembling humiliation. Your skin scorches, steam practically hissing out your ears.

"I don't sound like that!" Your squeak matches his tone perfectly.

He snorts. You call him a bastard.

He loves you. You love him.

He dives back on your clit, popping it into his mouth with a suck. His fingers curl up and pump deep. Your fingers entangle in his hair, mussed up in knots of adoration once more.

Predictable, predictable.

"Did'ya forget already? Don't worry, baby, I'll remind you. Daddy's gotcha. Don't gotta think, just lay back nice and pretty for me."

The strings wind tighter and tighter, twisting in your core and squeezing around your neck. It drags you down into the pool of depravity— he drags you down, firm arms wrapping around your center and pulling you down with him like a siren does to its catch of prey.

And like the crash of a wave, your back arches, mound secured air-tight against his mouth. Past the ringing in your ears, you can almost catch a "good girl" mumbled against your clit as he closes his eyes and feasts himself through your finish. Messy and unbearably loud, he laves and gulps down your essence like the sweetest, syrupy treat.

The moment your spent hips fall limp against the mattress, his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Toothy grin wide, he wipes the mess away with a single thumb and dives back in; again, and again, and again.

It's a good thing you have daddy to take care of you. Who knows where you'd be without him to clean up the mess.

[moldisgoodforyou]

jealous

wordcount: 3k

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

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After a little bit of bribery, Rafe convinced Sophie to come with him to a charity event he was representing his dad at in Columbus. Once Rafe had committed to Ohio State, Ward immediately began making contacts in Ohio and broadening his impact, putting Rafe to work - and still keeping him tied to the family business as much as he could. To convince Sophie just a little bit more (even though it wasn’t necessary, she’d stand by his side no matter what), he got the help of Allie and Julia to pick out a new dress for her and surprise her with it the morning of the event. 

Once she learned that Ward wouldn’t be attending, she was a lot more excited for the event. Rafe made a show out of picking her up, coming to the door with flowers in hand. Word moved fast in the sorority house and by the time Sophie made it downstairs, there was a whole discussion in the groupchat about who the cute boy was wearing the suit and waiting outside their door. When she came down in the dress, red lipstick and all, he whistled, motioning for her to twirl. 

Sophie grinned and rolled her eyes but spun for him. “Are those for me?” 

He handed her the flowers, beaming. “Yes they are. You look incredible, baby.” 

She blushed, shaking her head. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Here, I’ll be right back, let me run these up to my room.” She accepted the flowers and turned on her heel, striding upstairs. 

Allie and Julia came back downstairs with Sophie, wearing matching grins. “Clean up nice, Cameron!” Julia called out with a smirk. “Yeah, do you have friends that'll buy us nice dresses and take us to galas?” Allie chimed in, laughing when Sophie gave her a shove on the way past. 

“Ah, this one already tried that. Didn’t end well.” Rafe teased, sending a pointed glance to Julia. Julia’s cheeks heated almost instantly and she flipped him off, shaking her head. “You said we’d never speak of it again.” 

“Pretty sure that was my rule.” Sophie interrupted, taking Rafe’s arm. “Leave my boyfriend -” 

“Sugar daddy -” 

“Oh my god, I told you to quit that -” 

Allie cut both the girls off with a pointed “hey!” and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Julia, hush, Sophie, you go have fun. Snag us a bottle of fancy alc.” 

Rafe laughed and waved goodbye to the girls, escorting Sophie out. “They’re fun. I’m glad they’re your friends.” She shook her head, laughing. “Sometimes I am not. Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“You did a good job on the dress, I’m impressed.” 

He smirked and helped her into the car, then ran one hand up her thigh. “I have to admit, I picked it out more for the slit up the leg than anything.” Sophie giggled and tugged on his tie to pull him in for a kiss. “Think we can sneak away early tonight?” 

“We have my room available from...” He paused, thinking. “Eleven to midnight. The gala ends at ten thirty.” 

She laughed, messing with the radio once he got in to drive. “We’re really scheduling sex like an old married couple?” 

“We won’t have to when we’re old and married.” Rafe responded without missing a beat, then instantly realized and blushed, fumbling with his words. “Uh, I mean. Um. Yes, uh, but only because we have the roommates - I mean, next year, we’ll both have our own rooms, so -” 

She cut him off, amused by his embarrassment. “I’m just messing with you. Besides, that’ll give you more than enough time to finish.” 

“Sophie! Take it back. You know that’s not true.” He pushed her shoulder playfully, shaking his head. 

“It was true after your formal.” She smirked, loving the way he squirmed when she teased him. The rest of the short ride was spent like that, with mindless flirting and teasing about sex, until he had to make her find directions to the venue. 

When he parked, she moved to get out right away, but he reached over and grabbed her hand before she could get out of the car. “Hey, wait. Uh, I should maybe warn you -”

She raised her eyebrows. “Now you decide to warn me about something? Right before we’re going in?”

Rafe winced. “I love you?”

“Uh huh. Not the time. What do I need to know?”

He spoke quickly, knowing he was in trouble. “My ex will be there and she’s liked every picture of us together on Instagram and texted me that she was excited to see me this weekend.”

Sophie sat back in the seat, taking a deep breath as she processed the information. “Who? And you didn’t tell me this, why?”

“Brooklyn. And, uh...that’s a good question, Sophie. You know, I really appreciate your critical thinking skills, have I ever told you that?” He gave her a half-smile, trying to cheer her up without success.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“Please shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes and got out with him, taking his arm when he offered it as they walked inside. Sophie didn’t ask much about his previous relationships, just noted when he brought it up infrequently and tried to reassure him that whatever his ex had told him, they were wrong and he was a great boyfriend. She only regretted not pushing more about it now, when she was about to meet the girl. 

It was almost amusing watching him go into entertaining mode the second they stepped in and the first person came over to greet him - it was the same presence he commanded at parties, just remarkably more professional in that environment. After a solid hour of Sophie just standing by while Rafe made polite small talk, dinner was announced and they glanced over the table arrangements to find their spot.

“Oh, fuck.” Rafe mumbled under his breath, spying his ex’s name featured right next to his and Sophie’s. She noticed her name was written as Sophie Cameron, but decided to hold her tongue on the mix up.

She furrowed her brow, taking his hand. “It’s a minor thing, Rafe, I’m sure it was a simple mistake -”

“What? No, no.” He shook his head and pointed to the name Brooklyn Rowley at the head of the table. She nodded once in recognition, pretty sure her heart was sinking to her stomach at the moment. “Oh.”

“You know what? It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine, we won’t even have to talk to her, there’s fourteen people at the table. It’ll be fine.” He repeated, trying to reassure himself more than Sophie.

She let him lead her to the table - that was already full except for their two seats. Brooklyn practically jumped up out of her seat when she saw Rafe, grinning ear to ear. “Oh my god, Rafe, hi! Here, come sit next to me.”

Rafe gave Brooklyn an awkward side hug in response to her attempted bear hug, pulling out Sophie’s chair before taking his seat. “Brooklyn, this is my -”

“I’m Sophie.” She interrupted, giving the girl one of the fakest smiles Rafe had ever seen. “His girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you.” She reached across Rafe, extending her arm to shake Brooklyn’s hand.

Brooklyn pretended to be surprised as she shook Sophie’s hand. “Oh!” She elbowed Rafe teasingly. “She’s cute, Rafe. Didn’t think you’d jump into a relationship again, after.” She gave him a sly smile and touched his arm. “Well, you know.”

Sophie steeled herself, pouring herself a generous glass of wine from the table. Rafe gave a nervous chuckle and nudged his foot against Sophie’s under the table. “We’ve been together for four months now, there’s no jumping into anything. I’ve known Sophie since we were at least fourteen.”

“So you didn’t meet at school? Sophia, do you go to Ohio State with us too?” Brooklyn’s eyes flitted to Sophie’s fingers curled tight around the wine glass, asking the question right when she took a sip.

“No, we met in high school. We’re both from the Outer Banks.” Sophie explained, ultra-polite. “But I go to Ohio State, we just happened to end up here together.”

“Right, right. So you’ve met the family and everything. Has he taken you to the Bahamas house yet? The view is gorgeous.” Brooklyn grinned, touching Rafe’s hand again.

Sophie resisted from gritting her teeth as Rafe gave her a pained glance. “Um, no. I haven’t been.” She tried racking her brain and vaguely remembered a brief mention of the Bahamas from Sarah talking about their summers, but didn’t realize there was a whole vacation home involved.

“Oh! That’s funny. He took me after, like, two months.” She paused for a second to look Sophie over, pleased her words were clearly taking effect. “But it’s like, more of a summer house anyways, so the timing must not have worked out with you two yet. I mean, we went over Christmas break that one time, but -”

“We stayed home for Christmas this year.” Rafe interrupted, resting his hand on Sophie’s thigh under the table, but in clear view of Brooklyn’s line of sight.

Brooklyn nodded, not backing down. “So, Sophia -”

“It’s Sophie. But go on.” Sophie shot back an equally tense smile, feigning interest.

“Right, sorry, Sophie. There’s this gorgeous little private beach you can go to, you should go. If he ever takes you.” She touched Rafe’s shoulder and Sophie bit the inside of her cheek hard, feeling ready to snap. “Oh my god, Rafe, remember when we were drunk and we almost got caught on the beach?” She giggled. “Good thing we weren’t actually making love that time, but my top was off and everything, it was so embarrassing.”

“Sounds like it.” Sophie replied dryly, stepping on Rafe’s foot with her heel under the table. As much as she wanted to gag hearing about the two of them ‘making love,’ she just swallowed another big sip of wine instead. He let out a pained, quiet groan and Brooklyn frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just, uh,” he gestured to their empty plates as they waited to be served. “Hungry, I guess. Hey, you’ve been to Barcelona, right? Sophie’s studying abroad there this summer, I’m really proud of her.” Rafe squeezed her thigh under the table, and Sophie relaxed a tiny bit.

Brooklyn shook her head. “No, I’ve been to Madrid. Spain is like, so much better in the off season. But that’s so exciting! What are you doing, how long will you be gone for?”

“It’s through my architecture major. I’m sure I’ll visit Madrid too at one point.” Sophie reached out and straightened Rafe’s collar, just for an excuse to touch him and stake some possession. “It’s for three months.”

“Three months...” She repeated, turning her attention to Rafe. “Are you going to be able to handle that?” Brooklyn laughed, glancing back at Sophie. “He was always so needy, isn’t he?”

“No. I haven’t noticed. We have a healthy relationship.” Sophie replied pointedly before Rafe could open his mouth. 

“Right, of course.” Brooklyn gave her a grin, like she was sharing a secret with Sophie and Rafe wasn’t literally in between them. “Give him time, it’ll show. You said you’ve only been together for four months, right? That’s like, so soon in the relationship. Like, Rafe and I -” 

Thankfully, the servers came to their table and interrupted them just as she was about to finish her sentence, and Sophie visibly relaxed as the speaker for the night started talking. Rafe leaned over and murmured in her ear. “I’m sorry, Soph.”

She just gave him a tight smile in response and turned her head, kissing his cheek chastely. Thankfully, the rest of the dinner was occupied by the guest speakers and left little room for side conversation, until the dance floor was opened up after the dessert. Sophie had limited herself to the single heavy pour of wine, while Brooklyn hadn’t held back and was clearly tipsy.

When the three stood after the last guest speaker, Brooklyn leaned into Rafe, giggling as she steadied herself on his extended arm. “Oops! Sorry. I’m kind of a lightweight.”

“Oh, I used to not be able to hold my liquor. In high school, I think.” Sophie couldn’t resist the dig and Rafe sent her a warning glance, taking her hand once Brooklyn was upright.

“Not all of us got blacked out at high school parties, Sophia, some of us had priorities.” Brooklyn told her pointedly, and Sophie only rolled her eyes. “But you’re in one of those trashy sororities, right? So I guess it makes sense.”

“Brooklyn, watch it.” Rafe cut in, sliding his arm protectively around Sophie’s waist. Sophie shook her head, keeping her eyes locked on Brooklyn’s. “It’s fine.”

“You could at least not be so obvious.” Brooklyn stated, taking a sip of her drink.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sorry, it’s just.” Brooklyn gestured to Sophie, to her dress and shoes, and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “There’s more to like about him than just the money, you know? Open your eyes, Rafe, you’re being used.”

Sophie’s jaw dropped and she took a quick step forward without even processing all the words that Brooklyn had said. “I can’t believe -” Rafe grabbed her around the waist and stepped in front of her, in between her and Brooklyn. “Sophie, don’t.”

She glanced over Rafe’s shoulder at Brooklyn and her smug smile, then looked back to him with a pleading look. He shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “Meet me out in the hallway?”

She only relented when he kissed her quickly, trying to calm her down more. Sophie reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out the keys, placing a possessive hand on his chest for a steadying breath. “Fine. I’ll be in the car.”

“Aw, you’re leaving? It was nice to meet you, Sophia!” Brooklyn shot her a grin and Sophie grit her teeth, giving Rafe another look again, but he turned her away with both hands on her shoulders. “Ignore her. I’ll talk to her. Go.”

He kept his eyes trained on her until she left the dining room, then turned to Brooklyn, his tone icy but quiet so they didn’t make a scene. “What the fuck was that?”

“Come on, Rafe.” Brooklyn shrunk back a little, pouting. “You’re telling me that’s all real? Seriously? She’s so stiff.”

“Yeah, because she was trying to be polite while you were nothing but rude all evening.” He shot back, arms folded. “I thought you could be civil and finally mature about this. I guess I was wrong.”

“You’re not serious.” She rolled her eyes and reached out for Rafe, only for him to flinch away from her touch. “I mean, look at her. You think she compares to me?”

“No. She’s miles beyond you. She’s so damn clever, she’s fucking gorgeous and she’s loyal as hell.” He paused, a wave of hurt flashing across his face. “Unlike you.”

That seemed to break Brooklyn and her shoulders slumped, face dropping. “Rafe, I...I didn’t mean to hurt you -”

“Am I wrong?”

“He initiated it -”

“Am. I. Wrong.” He spoke evenly, nose flaring.

She sighed quietly. “No.”

“Goddamn it.” Rafe exhaled, nodding once. “Okay. That’s all I needed. Don’t text me again.” He turned sharply on his heel, ignoring her call after him. He strode out to the parking lot and got in his car where Sophie waited in the passenger seat, letting the door slam shut behind him.

Sophie was about to start on an impassioned rant until she noticed his set jaw and tense shoulders, and she reached over, combing one hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You alright?”

“I love you. So fucking much. You know that?” He asked after a moment, pressing his head back into her palm.

“I do. I love you too.” She hesitated. “You don’t believe any of that, what she said. Right?”

“No, god, of course not.” He cracked a grin at her. “If you were with me for my money you’d have let me pay for your jewelry tonight.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, tugging teasingly on his hair. “I have perfectly fine jewelry, it’s ridiculous, not to mention unethical, for you to buy me a new something for every event -”

“I know, I know.” He laughed and leaned over to catch her lips in a kiss. “I’m kidding, baby. You look stunning, no matter what you’re in.”

“I could have taken her, you know.” She squared up in her seat and pretended to punch the air. “Two hits and she’d be out.”

Rafe shook his head, grinning. “I know, that’s exactly why I held you back. Remind me to not get on your bad side.”

“You’ve already been on my bad side.” She informed him, lightly punching his arm. “I think you’re in the clear for a while.”

“Just a while?”

“Yeah, I gotta keep you on your toes.” She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “Is she - um, can I - do you have her blocked? I don’t want to overstep, but -”

“No, that’s a good idea. Go ahead.” He handed her his phone once it was unlocked, starting the car and backing out. “All of that was so fucked up, what she said.” He scowled. “And I promise I’ll take you to the Bahamas, it just felt early - I mean, I was nervous to even bring you to the Christmas party, much less family vacation, that’s unnecessary pressure for you -”

“You’re fine, Rafe.” She rested a reassuring hand on his thigh. “I promise. I don’t care about that. She was just trying to get under my skin.”

“I’m really sorry, I promise. I didn’t think she’d be that way or I would have just gone and switched tables with someone.” He frowned and stretched his arm out, resting it across the back of her seat. “She was so touchy.“

“I would have done something if she touched you again.” Sophie scowled, letting her head fall back against his arm. “I don’t like that.”

“Yeah? You jealous?” He resisted a grin, loving the way her nose scrunched up in the scowl.

“No, I know you’re mine.” She slid her hand up his thigh, squeezing once. “I just don’t like other girls flirting with you. It doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re the only one I want flirting with me for a long time.” He reassured her, sending her a smile. 

Sophie shoved his shoulder with a grin, shaking her head. “Cheesy.” 

“Yeah, and you love it.” 

“You know I do.” 

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[thadelightfulone]

All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 19

December 19th - Part 1

Saturday morning, DeeDee got up early to prepare for a long day outside in the cool winter air. She stood in front of the mirror smoothing down her gray knitted tunic top over her dark wash jeans. Her loose curls were pulled back into a low ponytail and she had on her favorite fluffy gray beanie. To finish the look, she picked up her gray knee-high boots and walked to the living room. 

Last night was interesting. DeeDee sat down and reflected on what happened.     

One moment, she was being congratulated for earning her Ph.D. and then she was in the arms of the man she had been dreaming about for the last few weeks. Ditched her girls for a date with said man and spent a wonderful evening with him. He went from just being an idea, to a real person and now - 

“I think I’m falling for him.” She pulled up her socks and slipped on the boots. “Lies. I fell for him the moment he called me Miss DeeDee.” She laughed, “And he is really that way in person, too. Wow.” 

She took a deep breath, looked at her watch and groaned. It was time to go, if she wanted to be at Dr. O’s place on time. DeeDee jumped up and gathered her bag. She made sure to put her camera in it. DeeDee took one last look around and locked up. 

---

Erik made it to Marquis’ place early. He couldn’t wait to see his fam again. The two people who made being away from home for school bearable and made him a part of both of their families back then. 

He looked at the big house as he drove up. The last time he was here was for Jasmine’s birth and that was almost 5 years ago. His Jazzie Bear, his favorite girl. 

Erik laughed, “Ok so, she’s not the only one anymore.” 

He parked and pulled out his bag. He had brought everyone’s gift with him instead of sending them out. 

“Well, well, well. I always knew Santa was black.” A voice called out. 

Erik shut the door and looked over to see Marquis and his two godsons approach him.

“Who are these two guys, Quis?”

“Uncle E, don’t do that. You know who we are.” One of them spoke up.

“Q? Did that big voice come out of you?”

“Yeah. It’s me.” 

Erik looked at the two of them. Two sets of dark brown eyes, light brown fades, freckles and the Oubre smile stared back at him. It looked like Marquis spit them out. He shook his head and smiled. Nearly five years and they looked like they could take him down now.

“Uncle E, think fast.” Malcolm yelled. 

Erik lowered the bag to the ground right as something flew towards him. He caught the football that Malcolm tossed and tucked it under his arm. He started running around the yard and had both boys on his heels. 

“E, over here. I’m open.” Marquis called out. 

Erik tossed the ball to him, and kept moving so Malcolm wouldn’t catch him. Q ran down his father after he caught the ball. The older men kept throwing the ball back and forth, while the younger men tried to intercept the passes.

---

DeeDee arrived to a flurry of activity in the front yard of the Oubre house. She looked out from her front window, and laughed. She watched as the football flew over the twins’ heads between Dr. O and Erik. She grinned, of course, he’s already here. 

She looked past them to the doorway, they had an audience as Serena and Jasmine watched them. She parked next to Erik’s rental and grabbed her bag.

“Godmommy!!!”

Jasmine hopped down the stairs and ran towards DeeDee. 

“Hey Lovebug!” DeeDee caught Jasmine as she launched herself into her arms. 

They shared a huge hug before DeeDee moved her onto her hip and walked towards Serena.

“Hi Hun.” Serena gave DeeDee a kiss on her cheek. “As you can see, we’re not ready to leave yet.”  

“No problem, I thought I would be late.”

“Nah, the boys saw Erik and didn’t even let him in the house.”

“I see that.” 

“Have you met Uncle E, DeeDee?” Jasmine asked her. 

“I just met him yesterday, sweetie.”

“That’s not what I heard.” Serena lifted her eyebrow at DeeDee. 

“And what have you heard Mrs. O?”

“Oh, you may have met him in-person yesterday, but that is not the first time you have uh,” Serena tapped her chin, “encountered him.”

“Oh.” DeeDee hid her face behind Jasmine’s hair.

“Yeah, and that smile tells me all I need to know.”

“Leave me alone, Serena.”

“Over Peppermint Hot Chocolate?”

“Next to the Ferris Wheel?”

“Oh, I meant right now and you talking about at the Festival.” Serena waved her off, “Girl, fine. I’ll give you time to get your story together.”

DeeDee nodded at her, “Thank you.”

“Besides, I think we’re being summoned.” 

They all looked over to the guys who finally stopped running around the yard. 

Serena walked down the front steps towards the yard. DeeDee followed after her with Jasmine still on her hip.

Marquis was holding the ball and the boys were giving Erik side hugs. DeeDee watched as he gave them both dap.

“Ya’ll ready to go?” Serena asked. 

“Go get our coats fellas. And take Uncle E’s gift bag with you.” Marquis told Q and Malcolm. 

The boys walked over to the car and grabbed the bag. “Hey DeeDee.” They waved to her on their way inside.

Jasmine squirmed in DeeDee’s arms so she put her down. 

“Uncle E!!!” Jasmine ran towards Erik.

He crouched down and when she jumped at him, he picked her up and twirled her around. 

“Hey Princess!” 

Jasmine giggled as he swung her around. DeeDee smiled as she watched the two together. Jasmine’s pink dress flared out while she kept her white stocking covered legs together. And Erik in his Hunter green pullover sweater with black jeans and boots had a permanent smile on his face as he continued to spin around with Jasmine.   

“I can’t stand those two together.” Marquis said as he walked up to DeeDee and Serena.

“Really, why?” DeeDee asked while Serena just laughed.

“Yeah, because Jazzie forgets who her real father is whenever he is here.”

“Dr. O.”

“Oh, and no more of that. You and I are here as family, no more formalities.”

“I can’t help it.”

---

“Can’t help what?” Erik walked over with Jasmine on his back.

“Uncle E, have you met my godmommy, DeeDee?”

“Your godmommy, huh?” He looked over at DeeDee and winked at her. He watched her look away bashfully. “I have not, please introduce us.” He set Jasmine down.

Jasmine walked over to DeeDee, grabbed her hand and brought her to Erik, “DeeDee, this is my goddaddy, Erik. But we all call him, Uncle E.” She turned to him, “Uncle E, this is my godmommy, DeeDee.”

Erik took DeeDee’s hand from Jasmine’s, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss DeeDee.” 

She smiled at him, “It’s nice to meet you, too, Uncle E.” She tried to keep it together, but the look on his face made her sputter with laughter. 

He pulled her in for a hug, “You know that’s not what I want you to call me.”

She pushed at his chest and bit her lip when he held her hands to his chest. “Maybe, I will. One day.”

“Glad you know it’s coming.” He pulled her hands down and continued to hold one of them. 

“You two are making me sick.” Marquis started to make gagging sounds.

“Shut up, Quis. Because that was us once upon a time.” Serena leaned into him, “Now, we have the luxury of watching Erik go through it.”

“Hey! You have to get your own DeeDee.” Jasmine jumped between them and tried to pry their hands apart, “He’s mine.”

All the adults laughed as Jasmine claimed Erik. 

“Sorry, Uncle E. Sounds like you are spoken for.” DeeDee slowly pulled her hand away from his. “And I cannot compete with her.” 

DeeDee put her hands up and stepped back towards Marquis and Serena. 

Everyone suddenly turned towards the front door where they saw Q and Malcolm bound down the steps. 

“Alright, time to go.” Marquis said, “Who’s riding with who?”

“I’ll ride with you.” DeeDee pointed to Marquis and Serena.

“Like he-,” Erik stopped himself and shook his head at DeeDee, who covered her mouth.

“DeeDee, you can ride with us.” Jasmine said, “You can have the front seat since Daddy says I’m still too small to sit there.”

“You heard her. I got the girls.” Erik guided them both to his car, “Reena, I got room if you want to get away from the overload of testosterone for a moment.”

“Nah, I can handle them, but thank you for the offer.” She waved at them as she walked over to the family SUV. “Just make sure to take care of them. They were my girls first.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

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[olliedollie1204]

by the book

Virgil didn’t think this day could surprise him further. He was wrong.

Pairings: Platonic Virgil and Logan, Romantic Moceit, Familial Moceit and Logan

Word Count: 3,268

Tags: Librarian Virgil, Kid Logan, building towards eventual Romantic Anamoceit

sequel to my last fic for future reference, bc i’m gay and library meet cutes are ESPECIALLY cute

(Read it on AO3!)

If you had asked Virgil how he’d be spending his afternoon, he wouldn’t have said this.

Usually at this time of day, he’d be finishing up whatever book he’d decided to read during his shift the night before. He’d take his lunch break in the back (which consisted of listening to music as he debated what book to bring in the next day), and by the time he was back on the reference desk he’d be ready to spend the rest of his shift trying to beat his high score on Temple Run.

Today, though, his pattern seemed to be disrupted just a bit. Probably by the fact that a five year old child with a mouth that ran a mile a minute had come up to him unsupervised, asked for his help finding a very specific book, and basically kidnapped him back to the children’s section, where the two of them had spent the last hour doing anything and everything that Logan wanted.

Virgil tried to summon up an ounce of irritation at that fact. He was, overall, unsuccessful.

Right now, Logan was in the bathroom (after giving Virgil an amusingly childish explanation of how he didn’t need his dads to help him go potty anymore) so Virgil was taking the time to straighten up the game table from their activities. Logan had moved on to the library’s Lego collection, so he figured it was alright to put the checkers, dominos, and Connect Four pieces back into their proper boxes.

“Fuck,” he muttered softly as he dropped a handful of game pieces onto the floor. He leaned over to scoop them up, but to his surprise there was already a hand there to grab them.

“Maybe no swearing in the playzone, okay, Virgil?”

Virgil raised his head, giving Dot a guilty look.

“Sorry,” he replied. He always had to fight the urge to call her ma’am, considering she was only a few years older than him.

Dot waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’re not used to being near the kids, but something tells me you weren’t given much of a choice today, huh?”

She smiled and nodded her head toward Logan’s book basket on the floor. Virgil huffed a laugh.

“Yeah. You know he walked all the way to the ref desk?”

“I watched him go,” Dot replied. As Virgil’s eyes widened, she shrugged. “The library really isn’t that big, sweetie. I can see your desk from here.”

Virgil furrowed his brow. He straightened up in his seat, turned his head almost all the way around, and— oh, huh. There was his desk, half obstructed by the shelves and book displays, but easily within sight of the children’s section.

“Guess I don’t look up that much,” he admitted. Dot snorted as she helped him close the last box, grabbing them all and sliding them back into place on the toy shelf.

“Definitely wouldn’t kill you to look at the world around you once in a while,” she agreed. Virgil felt a small burst of anxiety at the notion that she was reprimanding him for not doing his job well enough, but her kind smile and teasing tone made him relax just a bit.

“The book club’s just about done, by the way,” she continued, standing up and walking back toward the children’s desk. “Keep an eye out for his dads for me, hon? I’ve got shelving to do.”

Virgil hummed in assent, now focused on watching the bathroom door as he waited for Logan to exit. While he waited, he saw a group of people spilling out the community room and dispersing through the library.

Keeping one eye on the bathroom door, Virgil bent over to move the young boy’s book basket from the floor to the table. He collected the two baby name books in his arms; just as Logan said, they were too big and heavy to fit into the already overstuffed basket.

He glanced back at the door, a sudden twinge of worry hitting him when he still didn’t see Logan exit. He spun around, ready to scan the library to make sure he hadn’t wandered off again—

And immediately Virgil tripped over his own feet, falling to his knees on the thin colorful carpet. He fumbled the books for just a moment before they, too, fell from his arms and slammed loudly against the floor.

Virgil hoped that his face wasn’t as red as it felt, but he knew he was probably fooling himself.

“Are you okay?”

Virgil nodded, eyes on the floor as he quickly tried to pick up the books. “I’m fine.”

“Are you lying?”

This voice was different from the first, and that fact combined with the strange phrasing made Virgil’s brow furrow in confusion. “No, of course I’m not—”

He looked up, and now his face was certainly as red as it felt (possibly even redder), because he found himself staring at two of the most handsome men he’s ever seen outside of his romance novels.

“Um,” Virgil said eloquently. “I—”

His words cut off as the first man (tall, heavyset, with a pair of wire rimmed glasses on his face) abruptly grabbed his arm, helping him keep his balance as he slowly stood up again.

“Did you enjoy your vacation?” he asked, and Virgil had half a second to wonder if he somehow got a concussion before the man finished, “Because that was quite a trip you just took!”

Virgil felt his jaw drop a bit at the… frankly atrocious pun, holy shit. The other man seemed disappointed but not surprised, whapping the first man’s arm with no real strength.

“Please excuse my husband,” he said formally, his dark eyes shining out from his lean, angular face. “He somehow thinks punning at random strangers is both appropriate and appreciated.”

“It worked on you, didn’t it?” the first man interjected, wrapping an arm around the second man and giving him a kiss on the temple. The second man huffed, but Virgil was quickly understanding that his irritation was mostly for show.

“My name is Janus,” the second man continued, reaching a hand out to shake Virgil’s hand. “And this is my husband Patton.”

It took Virgil an inordinately long second to respond, but he finally managed to shift the books in his arms and shake Janus’ hand.

“It’s, um, very nice to meet you,” he replied. God dammit, did his voice sound weird? Why did his voice sound weird? Did he get a concussion? “Uh—” 

“Oh my gosh, are you expecting, too?”

Virgil cut himself off as the first man, Patton, gasped in delight. Virgil’s brow furrowed before he could help it, but after a moment he realized Patton was pointing toward him, toward the books in his arms. The baby name books in his arms.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Oh! Um, I—”

Janus gave an overdramatic groan. “Please, Patton, I thought we came here to get away from all of the baby talk.”

“No, I know, but—” Patton replied, waving his hands in excitement. “We did this to meet new people with common interests, and look! A new person with a common interest, right?” 

The corner of Janus’ mouth twitched. For some reason, Virgil very much wanted to see his full smile. “You’re right, darling. Maybe if we give our new friend a moment to speak, we can arrange an outing together.”

“Please say yes,” Patton interrupted, and for a moment Virgil considered doing whatever the hell he asked for as long as he kept talking. “Please say yes! I wanna get to know more new parents in the area!”

“We’re hardly ‘new parents’, dear. We’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, but not for years, honey. And not with twins!”

Oh. Oh. The pieces clicked together in Virgil’s head embarrassingly slowly.

“Wait,” he interjected, causing both men to look at him. “Are you—”

A small gasp came from behind them.

“Daddy! Papa!”

Just like that, Logan darted forward, diving in front of Virgil to wrap his arms around Patton and Janus’ knees.

Patton’s face somehow broke into an even larger smile at his son’s sudden appearance. “Hey, kiddo! Are you okay?”

Logan nodded, bouncing on his heels. “I found the books! I found the books!”

“What books, professor?” Janus asked, resting his hand on the top of Logan’s head in a move that was both fond and protective.

Logan reached up, yanking at the hems of his parents’ shirts. “I found the books for the babies’ names! Mr. Virgil helped me!”

Both men paused for just a moment. Their eyes flickered between Logan, to Virgil, and back again; after a beat, their eyes went wide in understanding.

“Did you do that for us, Logan?” Patton asked, picking Logan up and hoisting him onto his hip. His hands were large and calloused, and yet he somehow managed to hold Logan like he was made of glass. “How did that go?”

Logan took a deep breath.

“I told Mr. Virgil I need to name my baby brothers and he went with me to find some baby name books and I learned that there are ten thousand and one names and that names even mean things and people can name their babies after books and then he went with me back to the playzone and I told him about the cephalopods and we played Checkers and I built a robot with Legos and now you’re here!”

Virgil watched the two men as Logan spoke, intrigued and impressed that they seemed to be catching every single word.

“Well, it sounds like you had a lot of fun, kiddo,” Patton said fondly. He smiled back at Virgil, but his words were directed to Logan as he asked, “Is Mr. Virgil holding your books for you?”

Logan nodded and made grabby hands at Virgil, who belatedly realized he was still standing with Logan’s books clasped against his chest like a shy teenager in a coming of age movie.

“Oh, um,” he stammered, fumbling with the books before showing the two men their titles. “He, um, he wanted to get these two. I know they’re a little dense, but—”

“But our little brainiac asked you to help him find the biggest books possible, right?” Janus asked, his hand coming up to tweak Logan’s earlobe. “We’re used to it.”

Virgil felt a smile growing on his face. “Yeah. And, uh, for what it’s worth, I don’t think they’ll be that hard to read. It’s just lists of names, it’s not, like, in-depth etymology or anything.”

“What’s etymology?” Logan asked.

Patton made a slightly panicked noise, pulling Logan closer to him. “Isn’t that the study of bugs?”

“That’s entomology, dear,” Janus replied kindly. “Etymology is the study of words.”

“Oh,” the first man replied, giving Virgil a relieved grin. “Well, I think Logi’s already got quite a few words under his belt, huh?”

Virgil gave a small laugh; it was obvious Logan always spoke like he was training to become an auctioneer. “All that reading’s gotta go somewhere, I guess. Do you guys come here often?”

Too late, he realized how painfully close his words sounded to a cliche pick up line, but thankfully neither man found it weird.

“We just moved to the area, actually,” Patton replied easily. “I guess that means you’re a librarian, then?”

Virgil nodded, gesturing awkwardly behind them as he replied, “Yep, I’m a reference librarian. I work at the, uh, reference desk.”

Janus slowly raised one eyebrow. “How interesting. Logan, I believe we agreed that you didn’t have to come to our book club meeting as long as you would stay in the playzone, am I correct?”

Both men looked at the small boy, who was beginning to look very sheepish. “Well, technically—”

“Technically I came here first,” Virgil interjected, drawing all three of them to look at him in surprise. “I was making my rounds around the library, Logan asked me where to find the baby name books, and I thought that if it was better for me to take him to them than to risk him walking off by himself.”

Logan looked at him with wide eyes, but kept his mouth shut. Smart kid.

“Oh!” Patton said, pleasantly surprised. “Well, that’s alright then, since you stayed with a librarian the whole time.”

“And I got the babies’ name books!” Logan added, seemingly trying to move the conversation away from his and Virgil’s lie.

“And you got the babies’ name books,” Janus agreed. He held his hands out, and Virgil transferred the weighty books into his arms. “Oh, goody, this one has a thousand pages. How fun.”

“It does sound fun!” Patton added cheerfully, swaying Logan back and forth. “We have nine months for the babies to come, and a thousand pages over nine months is…”

“About 111 pages a month,” Virgil said quickly. “Divided by 30 days, that means you just have to go through about 4 pages a day.”

Patton gaped at him, Janus’ lips quirked into the tantalizing near-smile, and Logan— well, Logan looked at him like he’d just spoken another language. Which, to a five year old, he might as well have.

“Are you… are you a robot?” Logan asked seriously, causing all three men to smile at each other in amusement.

“I don’t think I’m a robot,” Virgil replied, but to his surprise Janus hummed in suspicion.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, leaning into Logan’s ear to whisper conspiratorially, “Doesn’t that sound like something a robot would say?”

Logan gasped, causing Patton to giggle.

“Hey, Logi! How does a robot sit down?”

The small boy paused, looking at his dad with a wary distrust. “Daddy, this better not be a joke.”

Patton merely grinned. He gave Virgil a quick wink before finishing, “On his ro-bottom!”

Both Logan and Janus groaned, Logan flopping over in Patton’s arms. “Daddy! Your jokes are not funny!”

“Oh, they’re not?” Patton asked, reaching up to quickly scribble his fingers against Logan’s stomach. “Then why are you laughing?”

Logan burst into giggles, wiggling and kicking his feet. “I’m not!”

Janus and Virgil shared an amused look at the scene of total adorableness happening in front of them, before Janus cleared his throat.

“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, placing a hand on his husband’s arm and allowing his son to breathe. “Let’s take this outside of the quiet library, alright, dear?”

Patton smiled back at him, reaching around to cover Janus’ hand with his own. The three of them there looked so— so perfect, Virgil realized. They looked like a perfect family.

“Well,” Virgil said abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m glad I could help your son today. If you have any more questions, Ms. Dot at the children’s desk can help you find what you’re looking for.”

Patton blinked once before his eyes went wide. “Oh, gosh, you’re still working right now, aren't you? I’m so sorry we took up so much of your time—”

“No!�� Virgil insisted. “No, no, no, it was no trouble at all, really.”

“Well, regardless, we thank you very much,” Janus added, shifting so he could also grab Logan’s book basket from the game table. “I expect my family and I will be coming here again in the near future, and I hope we’ll see you again.”

Virgil felt his face go warm. He knew Janus just meant it as a friendly, regular-library-visitors-getting-to-know-the-staff kind of way, but for a moment, he couldn’t help but imagine what if they actually meant they wanted to see him again.

“Yeah,” was all he said, nodding once. “It was nice meeting you all. Bye, Logan.”

He gave a small wave before walking past them, moving back toward his desk with a distracted feeling in his head. Maybe if he skipped some of the boring heterosexual sex scenes, he could still finish his novel of the day before his shift ended— 

“Mr. Virgil!”

He froze at the sound of Logan’s tony voice calling his name. As he turned, he saw as Logan managed to wriggle out of Patton’s hold, trotting over to him.

“Logan!” Patton called, making an apologetic face at Virgil as he and Janus followed their son. “I’m sorry, I think he just wanted to say something else—” 

“I really wanna say thank you for the babies’ name books,” Logan interrupted, screeching to a halt just in front of Virgil. “And— and thank you for the, um, the checkers, and the Legos, and— and—”

“Hey,” Virgil interrupted softly, kneeling down and smiling at Logan. “You are very welcome, kid. I’m happy I could help.”  

“And I wanted to know if please can I come play with you again when my dads and me come back to the li-berry, please?” Logan finished in a rush of breath, looking at Virgil for just a second before his gaze dropped to the floor.

Virgil hesitated. “...Oh.”

“Logan, darling,” Janus interjected gently, “Mr. Virgil might not be able to play with you anytime—”

“Actually,” Virgil cut him off, eyes darting up to the grownups before he gave Logan an awkward smile. “I, uh, I can’t guarantee I’ll always be able to play in the playzone, but if you wanna come say hi and… and tell me about the cephalopods, I’ll love to hear about it.”

Logan’s eyes widened, and he broke into a delighted grin. “Really?”

“Really?” Patton repeated, sounding gratefully surprised. “I mean, if you have to work, we wouldn’t want to do distract you—”

“I… don’t actually do much work when I’m at the reference desk,” Virgil admitted. “I usually just sit back there reading all day.”

“Except for when you make your rounds around the library, like you did earlier today,” Janus corrected, giving Virgil a look that revealed he 100% knew Virgil had lied earlier.

“Yep,” Virgil replied anyway, eyes locked onto Janus’ as he gave a slightly cheeky grin. “Except for that, of course.”

Janus stared him down, but didn’t call his bluff; instead he smirked, slow and satisfied, and his smile was somehow even better than Virgil had pictured it.

“Well,” he finished, “the sooner we check these books out, the sooner we can read them. Logan?”

He held out the book basket, and Logan took it with all of the determination of a child on a mission.

“I have to check out the books because I remember-ized the number,” he informed Virgil seriously.

“Well, it’s a good thing your dads have you, then, isn’t it?” Virgil replied. The big grin Logan gave him was only rivaled by the giant one Patton was giving him over Logan’s shoulder.

“Alright, kiddo,” Patton said, placing a hand on Logan’s back and ushering him toward the check out desk. “‘Read’ the way! Get it? Like ‘lead the way’?”

Logan groaned. “Daddy!”

Virgil laughed to himself, watching as the three of them walked away. Just before they turned the corner to the checkout desk, Logan turned around, waving like Virgil was miles away rather than a few yards. Patton and Janus waved too, and something about the way the two of them were looking at Virgil— friendly, fond, and grateful, all mixed into one— made his stomach doing a rather interesting acrobatic move.

It wasn’t until later, when he was safe behind his desk again, that he realized what that feeling was. That blush-causing, stammer-inducing, stomach-flipping feeling. It was a feeling he was well familiar with— not because he’d felt it before, but because he’d read about it.

In his romance novels.

Virgil froze, staring blankly ahead of him.

Ah. Well. Okay then.

He was fucked.

[addictofsupernatural]

OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 2

The Job of a High School Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n learns the duties of a host.

Word Count: 4.9k

Episode Masterlist

You've been a host for almost two weeks now. It's been interesting, to say the least. Tamaki and the twins have been trying to get you into a dress since you put on the school uniform, but you cleaned the male uniform and refused all their demands.

Maria got letters from your friends back in y/c, to which she wanted to surprise you by putting them in your bag. You didn't notice them at school, and you didn't notice them when they were sticking out during homeroom.

But Hikaru and Kaoru did. Once the class was over, the three envelopes fell out of your backpack, though you kept walking. They looked at each other and nodded. Hikaru them and went on and they both went on with their day.

After doing your homework you rushed into the club room, only to see very real tropical decorations everywhere. The hosts had luau outfits on as well. "Welcome."

"This is different." You stated as you stepped in, looking around.

"Of course!" Tamaki posed as he talked. "It might be early fall but here at the Host Club we'd like our guests to feel as if they're in a tropical paradise. And plus, our heating system is... perfect!"

You gave him a slight look at his bragging, to which Kyoya smiled a bit. "Do you have a problem with the way we run our club y/n? Remember, you still owe us 8 million yen."

You set your bag down on your spot. "Charming." You said sarcastically, passing by him and giving him a sly smile. "I feel very free to speak my mind, really. So was this tropical island thing your idea?"

"All ideas dealing with the host club events come directly from the king. Although I will admit to casually slipping a Bali pamphlet onto his desk." He kept his smile as he continued writing in his book.

"Of course. Well someone should tell the king that he's really clever." You patted his arm before going and sitting down with your clients. "Good afternoon ladies—"

The twins each blew a whistle and marched over to you. "Hold it right there!" They said in unison. "Who's Julian?!"

You turned over to them, a bit surprised at the mentioning of that name. "What do you mean?"

"Three envelopes fell out of your bag, and one was from a boy named Julian." Kaoru said.

They then got very close to you, asking, "So who's Julian?!"

"An old friend." You shrugged, putting out your hand for the letters. They gave them back to you, but also gained the attention of Tamaki.

"How good of a friend is he?" He zoomed right behind your couch.

You didn't know why Tamaki was so territorial of his friends, but you knew there must be a reason. That didn't mean you couldn't still have fun with him. You fake sighed lovingly. "He's the best."

"Is he... handsome?"

"He has an adorable face. I love it so much!"

"You love it?" You gave you his puppy dog eyes.

"Yup."

"Do you have... feelings... for him?"

"Oh, I'm only totally in love with him."

"WHA~T?!" He then wrapped you in a hug. "But you're my little girl~"

You sighed again. "Yeah. It's too bad you're more his type."

"Huh?"

He blankly stared at you, and you bursted into a fit of giggles. "He's gay, so calm down."

"Oh." He then stood up and cleared his throat. "Well then, that's one less man to worry about. You don't know how many evil boys there are in the world, so you have to be careful."

"Yeah, I should also be careful of weird people who call themselves 'daddy'." An arrow struck through Tamaki as you walked over to the twins. "Thanks for holding onto these for me." Your smile made them blush. "And thank you for not opening them, since you guys are pretty nosey."

"We don't know what you're talking about." They both said as they shrugged.

"But y/n," Kaoru started saying.

"Why don't you open them for us?" Hikaru finished.

You scoffed. "Please guys, I'm working." You then turned to your clients as they sighed, smiling. "I'm sorry girls. What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, we were wondering if you were going to dress up in something tropical."

"Do you all want me to?" You asked, unsure if you wanted to go through with that.

"Yes!" They said happily.

Tamaki then appeared with a smile. "I already made you an outfit y/n. And look, we're a pair! Isn't it cute?"

You frowned. "You know I don't really like skirts."

He then showed you his big watery eyes. "But Kyoya gave you a dress and you accepted it no problem."

"He was doing it to be nice. You're doing this because you want to see me in a dress. That's weird."

He looked like he was going to burst from anger. He then pushed the outfit into your hands. "Just go change!"

You then changed into the shoulderless top with the long skirt, which also accompanied a lot of jewelry. You then went out and tried to discreetly go back to your clients. "Oh my goodness y/n, you're so cute!" One exclaimed.

"Y/N~" Tamaki jumped over to you and crushed you into a hug. "Everybody, look!"

"Let's not please." You whispered. Your face went red as you frustratedly looked to the ground.

"Wow." The twins said, grabbing your arms.

"Who knew y/n," Kaoru said.

"Could be such a girl." Hikaru finished.

"Looks cute." They said, giving you a thumbs up.

"Please stop drawing in more attention." You said quietly.

"Takashi~ look!" Honey dragged you over to them. "Doesn't she look adorable?"

"Yeah."

Tamaki and the twins had evil stars in their eyes as they inched closer to you. You didn't notice the blush on Mori's face when you went to go hide behind him. The three then shouted, "Give her to us!"

Mori shook his head and took your shoulders, guiding you to your couch.

"Thank you senpai." You said quietly. You then put your hands over your face. You peaked at your smiling clients. "Okay, I did this for you guys."

"How do you feel in cosplay?"

"Exhausted!" You put your hands to your side quickly only to begin shaking your arms, hearing the jewelry jingle as you moved. They began to giggle at your innocent and child-like movements. "Jeez, what's with this?"

"Y/n, you forgot your crown!" Tamaki stuck it out towards you as an offering.

You took a deep breath and drank some tea, not looking at him. "If it's worth more than me I'm not wearing it."

He gave you an angrily confused look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not putting something ridiculous and way too expensive on my head. I don't even feel comfortable in this. It feels like I'm lowering the value of it by just wearing it." Your tone was a sarcastic one, which caused smiles from around your area. Though it was a joke, you were only half-kidding.

"Excuse me." A girl came up to you and said. "I believe we're supposed to be switching hosts now."

"Oh, you must be my next appointment." You grinned, waving to her childishly even though she was right in front of you. "It's nice to meet you."

She then grabbed your chin and brought your face closer to hers. "I've just decided. You're going to be my new favorite host." This seemed to effect Tamaki.

Once the club finished everything, you walked over to go change until Kyoya stopped you. "Your words with Tamaki seemed to amuse some of the guests, and many of those guests have requested you."

"Cool. I guess my clownery is likable." You chuckled and nodded.

Clownery. What an odd made up word. He thought about what his clients told them about you. You spoke with slang, though it almost as if you didn't realize it. They said that they found it adorable. Your speech being adorable. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

Once you put back on your uniform, Kyoya instructed you to make Tamaki some instant ramen. You did so and finished cleaning. Once you finished that you sat down and noticed that Tamaki was irritated.

"C'mon boss, quit eating that commoner's ramen and help plan the party." Kaoru said.

"What's up with him?" You asked.

"He's just upset with Lady Kanako choosing you." Kyoya said as he typed away on his laptop. "She's had the illness for a while now though, so I don't know why he's too surprised."

"What disease?"

"The host hopping disease." The twins said.

You giggled, grinning. "So he's jealous that I stole her from him."

"Shut up! I couldn't care less!" Tamaki yelled. "That's it, my patience has run out. It's time you started dressing like a girl!"

"That's really what's bothering you?"

"I just don't get it. How can you be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady?!" He then went into his private chest, digging though it. "Now you listen to daddy. DADDY WANTS YOU TO GO BACK TO THE WAY YOU WERE AND KEEP WEARING SKIRTS!!"

He brought out a huge framed photo of you in a high and tight half pony tail, which contrasted your usually messy pony tail. You were wearing a cropped long sleeved dark gray shirt, with a black skirt and dark panty hose under.

"DON'T GO BLOWING UP MY PHOTOS WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST!!"

He hung it up on the wall and began crying. Everybody crowded around it.

"The more I look at this photo the more amazed I am." Kaoru said. "How did you go from that to wearing suits?"

Everyone turned to look at you. "I used to have a neighbor who owned a Burlesque lounge. Sometimes she needed someone to cover a waitress shift, and I would do it. This was the most covered up she would allow me to be though."

"I see." Kyoya said. "Those places are known for having women reveal a large amount of skin."

"I wore that stuff cause I had to. I feel more comfortable not showing my legs. I don't care if I dress like a dude sometimes."

"A GIRL SHOULD NEVER ADDRESS HERSELF AS A DUDE!!" Tamaki yelled. "MAMA~!! Y/n's using those dirty boy words again."

"I hate to break up this interesting conversation, but do you have any formal dancing experience?" Hikaru asked.

You turned and smiled nervously. "No, but I don't have to go to parties and stuff, right?"

Tamaki's eyes began to shine. "I absolutely forbid that. You must go to every event hosted by the host club if you want to pay back your debt! If you fail to do so, you'll be demoted back to errand boy" He then got a lot happier. "And that also means you have to wear a dress at the party!"

"No it's cool, I have a formal guy outfit." They all stared at you. "What? I got it when I had to go to a wedding."

"Why won't you wear something like thi~s?" Tamaki said with tears in his eyes.

"Cause it was for a job."

"This is a job!"

"No, this is indentured servitude. There's a difference. Slight, but it's there." You then briefly thought. "Oh, I guess that also means I have to learn the man's part since I'm a host."

Kanako was instructing you what to do, and you were getting the hang of it quickly. "You're quite a fast learner miss y/n."

"And you're quite an exceptional teacher Miss Kanako." Your gaze went to Tamaki, who looked sad. He wanted to teach you, but was too tall to be in the girl role. He glanced over to you, and you smiled and waved. He hesitantly gave you a small smile and waved back. Because of this you weren't paying attention tripped up the both of you. "I'm so sorry Lady Kanako!"

She pulled you closer. "That's quite alright."

"You're very forward." You smiled down at her before rolling to the side and pulling the both of you up. "C'mon, let's get you some tea."

You brought her tea as she happily held onto the cup. "You have a new order for tea sets I see. The handy work looks like it's Genorie."

"You have a keen eye mademoiselle." Kyoya said as he passed by.

"Such a pretty color." She gazed into the tea cup with a smile. "How lovely."

"Woah, you seem to know a lot about tea sets, huh?" You asked. This, unbeknownst to you, gained Tamaki's attention.

"What? Of course not!" She said shakily, blushing. "What ever would give you that idea?!"

Just then someone walked in with a box in hand. "You ordered a new tea set?" He asked Kyoya as he walked over to him.

"Yes we did. Y/n, come over and grab these." Kyoya said.

You nodded and smiled at him as he gave you the box. You opened the lid and looked at the set. "Wow, these are really nice. Are you an expert on things like this?"

Kanako began laughing. "Oh y/n, you're so out of the loop. It can be pardoned though." She turned back with a teasing smile. "After all, he doesn't look like an heir to a first class industry empire."

His facial expression changed as he looked at her. You noticed but decided not to say anything.

"The Susushima family has dealt mainly with table wear." Kyoya explained. "They are, in fact, a first class company."

"I think that's so awesome! You seem to have a lot of passion into what you're going to be doing, which is very admirable." You told him with a small smile.

He turned to you and bashfully smiled. "You think so? I'm honored. Well, see you all next time."

After he left and you walked back to Kanako with the box still in hand. "He's pretty handsome, don't you think?" You asked in your native language.

"Um, pardon?"

"Oh, sorry." You cleared your throat. "I'm asking if you think he's attractive."

She blushed profusely and nervously sipped on her tea. "I don't know! I suppose!"

"I get the feeling you two know each other."

She spat out her tea and began to panic again. "What would ever give you that silly conclusion? I have no idea what you're talking about! Anyways, take care!" She quickly left.

You stood up right before Honey jumped onto your back, almost knocking the box out of your hands. "Y/n-chan~! Guess what? They do know each other! Suzushima-chan is Kasuga-chan's fiance."

"Woah, really?"

"Kyoya," Tamaki said. "What do you know about this?"

He looked in his book. "They were childhood friends. Their parents set up an arranged marriage between them. I didn't find this information of any importance so I disregarded it."

"And what do you know of Suzushima?"

"Toro Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. Ordinary looking. He's reliable, in case of persuasion to place blame."

"He doesn't have much presence and is faint hearted." The twins said.

"In order words, he's boring." Kyoya closed his book.

"Wow," You said. "Who knew you guys were so cold to other men."

"We don't have any use of him so there's no reason to be nicer in describing him." Kyoya explained.

"Interesting philosophy." You said teasingly. "I can feel the kindness radiating off of you."

"Suzushima is a good boy." Honey said, on top of Mori. "Right?"

"Yeah." Mori replied.

"Alright men! It's time for a plan!" Tamaki announced. "It's our job at the Ouran Host Club to make every woman happy!"

When Tamaki finished explaining his plan, everybody packed up and left, leaving only Kyoya and you. He had just finished on his laptop and was packing up his things. You walked behind him. "Senpai, is it okay if I ask you a question?"

"Is it about what I said earlier?" He didn't turn around.

"Kind of. I mean, if we're talking about the same thing." You kept your voice steady and light.

"Was it what I said about not needing Suzushima?"

"Woah, no. Not at all. I was thinking about how you did a background check on him."

He paused briefly. "I see. What of it?"

Your voice unintentionally shrank. "Did you do one on me?"

"Yes. A few days ago, in fact. You fail to mention your brother when people ask about your history." His voice was so calm and normal. It made you feel very exposed.

"Everything I've said isn't a lie." You managed to say firmly.

"I know that as well. I understand your situation and I respect your reasonings for not talking about him. You've been through quite a lot, and you have a right to privacy."

"Please answer this next question honestly." His silence meant that he was still listening. "Do you think of me any lower or less, I don't know, appealing, now that you know everything about me?" You then nervously chuckled. "Unless it was already that low to begin with."

"I assure you that my views of you are of a hard working person who seems to make many people happy. Not wanting people to know certain things about you and having certain insecurities do not waver what I 'think' of you."

You let out a breath and grinned, hugging him from the back. He widened his eyes, but didn't tense nor pull away.

"Thank you Kyoya senpai. This really means a lot." You then let go of him. "Okay, I need to walk home before it gets dark. See you tomorrow." You then quickly went to the door. "Sorry if that hug was weird for you!" You called out as you left.

His opinions mattered to you. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

As you were getting ready for the party, Maria came into your room. "Can't you be at least a bit girly?"

"Funny, that's really funny Maria." You turned to face her and sat down. "You're quite the tomboy yourself sometimes."

"I'm serious y/n/n. You should try a little makeup. You'll look nice for all your friends. One of them is bound to fall for you." She said in an offering tone.

You chuckled and shook your head. "They're all just friends. And I shouldn't have to try to impress anybody."

She sighed, going over to your nightstand and opening a drawer. She took out a black box and opened it, revealing the earrings you got back after your father was imprisoned. "At least wear one of your mom's earrings. They all look cute on you."

You looked in the box. She loved to collect them. "I don't know, maybe."

She grabbed your cheeks and smushed them. "Think about it." You grabbed her cheeks and did the same. "I also have something to tell you."

"Good or bad?"

She hesitated before quickly saying, "My sisters are coming for a few days to visit." And then sped walked out of the room.

"What?!" You followed her. "Please tell me Linda's son won't be coming too." She gave you a look, and that was all you needed to know. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to my club. That's gonna be my safe space for now."

"At least you have a safe space. I'll have to deal with Linda 24/7."

You then went back into your room and hesitantly grabbed a pair of earrings, putting them in your pants pocket. "I gotta go. I should start walking now."

She stopped you. "Take off the blazer at least." You took off the blazer with a pout. She then pulled off your messy ponytail. "Do something better with your hair too." You tied up two messy double buns. "There. You look adorable. Go."

You got there and joined all except Tamaki at the second floor in the auditorium. "Welcome, my little lambs," Tamaki said from the third floor. "To a magical night of your lives!"

Kyoya then spoke up. "As always ladies we are here for your enjoyment. Dance to your heart's content. The best dancer will be decided among us hosts and will be crowned queen. As a reward the queen will receive a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king, Tamaki Suoh. Good luck to all you."

They all began cheering, and you snickered over the stupidity of the 'prize'. The twins came over to you and began playing with your buns.

"These are cute." Hikaru said.

"You have a raggedy yet carefree look. The hairstyle compliments you." Kaoru told you. "Hey, have you ever been to a party before?"

"Not formal parties. Only block parties on my street."

"Well, since you're here y/n, you might as well enjoy yourself." Kyoya said. "We have quite the spread of desserts."

You then innocently asked, "Like squishy ice cream?"

"SQUI—"

"—SHY—"

"—ICE CREAM?!"

Tamaki flipped down to your floor and pointed to Kyoya, who was already dialing a number on his phone. "Kyoya! Order some squishy ice cream right away!"

"Two orders of mochi please." He said to his phone. The twins smothered you in a hug as your face burned from embarrassment. You felt like such an idiot foreigner right now.

In the meantime you danced with some girls, being flamboyant and silly when dancing with them. There was one girl who tripped over your shoes and almost fell until you caught her. She wouldn't stop laughing loudly, and it caused you to laugh as well. Others wanted to talk, so you danced regularly with them.

As you took a break from dancing with some girls Kanako approached you. "There you are y/n, I've been looking everywhere for you. May I have this next dance?"

"It would be my pleasure Lady Kanako." You began to dance with her. "You're so formal. It's really fascinating to me."

"Your expressions and slang are fascinating to me as well." She said.

"Kasuga-chan's here!" Honey announced.

"Honey, Mori," Tamaki said. "Commence with the operation."

Both nodded before swiftly grabbing you away and dashing to an empty room with the twins and Kyoya. "Did you guys really have to be so forceful?"

"Nevermind that, go and change." Hikaru shoved a bag into your hands and pushed you into the changing room.

"Remember y/n, we only have 37 minutes before the climax of the night," Kyoya said. "And a little accident might make the evening more interesting."

You saw a tube of concealer on the small table when you went in. You knew Kyoya left it for you, and it made you smile. You quickly changed into the dark purple dress and put concealer on the scars of your legs. You then remembered the earrings in your pocket and put them on. They were rose gold hoops with what looked like flower petals on them.

You then went outside, where the twins quickly put on your makeup. Kaoru then gently touched one of your earrings. "We didn't put these in the bag. Are these yours?"

"Yeah." You quietly said.

"They compliment the dress. It was good that you brought them." You smiled at him, causing him to blush and look away.

"Y'know," Hikaru said as they finished up. "I know the boss wants to stick to the strategy, but this is..."

"What are you all doing standing around here?" Tamaki asked as he came in. "The guests are wai—"

You stood up and faced him. You then began walking as the boys stared at you. "You look cute!" Honey stated.

Everyone blushed but Honey and Kyoya, who were both smiling. "My face feels heavy." You pouted as you kept walking.

"Hurry up!" The twins called out as you kept walking.

"Yeah, I got it." You muttered. As you left, the twins and Tamaki began to fawn over you.

You walked into the room they told you to. Suzushima turned around with a surprised look. You timidly smiled as you walked over to him. "You're not at all what I pictured from the letter you wrote me."

You kept your smile on. "Really?" He nodded. "Can I actually see the letter please?" He then gave it to you, and you read over it:

I'm in love love with you! From the first day I laid eyes on you I've been head over heals in love! Tee hee! All these feelings I have are harpooned to my heart as they keep whipping around my mind like the restless waves! When the special day comes, I want to randezvou with you on Noah's arc! I do I do!

You wondered who the hell would write such a stupid letter. It was actually a collaborative write with Kyoya and the twins. "Excuse me," Suzushima interrupted your thoughts. "Have we met before?"

"No! It's um, the first time we've ever talked!"

"I'm flattered by your letter, but I'm afraid I can't return your feelings." He said. "My heart has been taken by somebody else."

"My apologies! I didn't realize you had a girlfriend."

"No, she's not my girlfriend. I don't even think she's even interested anymore." He looked very sad.

"Well I don't know about that. Your calming presence is a joy to be around, and I'm sure she'd agree." You offered.

He sighed. "Thank you, but honestly, I'm sure she'd be better off with someone more self confident. That's why I'm leaving next month to study abroad. Hopefully become a better man for her. Maybe it's selfish, but I hope she'll wait for me."

"I won't lie to you, it's a little selfish." An arrow went through him. You squished your index finger and thumb. "Just a little. But Toro, if she really is the love of your life then I'm sure she'll still love you just as much as she probably already does."

He was about to say something as he reached out for you, but you heard the door open. You didn't turn so she wouldn't see your face. "Oh, I'm sorry to intrude." You could tell she was crying. "I'll just leave you two be."

You heard her heels and knew she was running away, and he ran after her. "Kanako, wait!"

You then walked next to Tamaki. "We didn't make things worse, did we?"

"He did run after her. He needs to learn how to be more sure of himself."

You were both walking back when you tripped again over your heels. Tamaki interlocked your arms together. You looked up at him. "You really need to learn how to walk in heels. They look so lovely on you, and it'd be a shame if you tripped and hurt yourself."

You smiled and nodded, leaning on his shoulder. You then tripped again, only for him to hold onto you and prevent you from falling. You giggled, followed shortly by Tamaki chuckling with you.

You both went over to the balcony. The lights hit, and you saw Kanako and Toro. "Let us join together and announce that this couple has been chosen for the final waltz of the night." Tamaki announced.

He said something to her, squeezing his eyes shut and asking her for a dance. You snickered. "Why are you laughing?" Kaoru asked.

"I know he's trying his best, but he looks kinda goofy right now." All the hosts looked from you to them and smiled. "They're awesome together though."

"May this awkward couple be forever blessed!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Kyoya then stepped forward. "And now for the grand prize, a kiss from our royalty."

"Y/n with step in for Tamaki." Kaoru said with a banana peel in his hand.

"And the kiss with be for Toro Suzushima." Hikaru added with another banana peel in his hand.

Tamaki was shocked, and you turned to Kyoya. "I'm not gonna—"

"It'll lower your debt by a third."

"I mean it is just a peck." You smiled and headed down.

"Wha..." Tamaki said.

"Also," You said as you began walking down the stairs. "You guys need to work on your love letter skills, because that was embarring for me to read."

As you went down Suzushima saw you and gave you a surprised expression. "You..."

"Y/n," Kanako said. "Were you the girl with Toro?"

"Hi guys. We just needed to give you two a gentle nudge. I promise I'm not in love with Toro. And I'm really sorry and embarrassed they gave you that stupid letter. I didn't write any of that." You smiled at them.

He nodded. "Thank you."

You then looked at Kanako. "May I?"

"Sure. It'll mark the beginning of our relationship."

Up from the balcony, Tamaki was reaching out for you weakly. "I wonder if this is y/n-chan's first kiss?" Honey thought out loud.

This made Tamaki snap, and he began running to you. "Wait y/n~!"

He slipped on the twins' banana peels and accidentally pushed you, causing you to kiss Toro on the lips instead. Kyoya did say that a little accident would make the night a little more interesting.

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Call Me Daddy

fandom: ikerev

sirius x reader

cw: smut, preggo

You’ve never been this late before. A few days here give or take, but it’s been nearly four weeks since your last cycle. A nervousness flutters in your chest like a swarm of butterflies, occasionally causing you sickness in the morning. You know what this means. Every woman knows what this means.

It’s not an unpleasant thought, the idea that you could be carrying Sirius’s baby inside of you, but is this too soon? You’ve only been together for less than a year. You’re still getting used to this new world where magic exists, where you live as “Alice”, much less getting used to being in an intimate relationship with the greatest man to ever walk the earth. Are you ready to be a mother? You know you’re ready to commit, Sirius is the only man you will ever love and you know there is nothing that will ever change that, but what about him?

No, perish the thought. You know you’re more precious to Sirius than every flower that has ever bloomed. You know he’s ready to commit to you, but does he even... want children? He does a hell of a job mothering the entire black army, but it’s one thing to parent soldiers; it’s another thing to parent an infant.

You decide to confide in your beloved, to ask him for his advice. You muster up every last ounce of courage and march towards Sirius’s office, and just as you are about to knock, you hear a disturbance on the other side of the door.

“Ha! And now you owe me big time, Sirius! I win this round.”

It’s Fenrir’s cheerful voice that rings through the door. You can’t help but smile when you hear the boundless energy and playful nature Fenrir so effortlessly exudes, but the smile falters slightly when Sirius groans in response.

“You’re such a child, Fenrir. What am I supposed to do with you? Seriously, are you actually going to go on about this?”

Ouch. The way he said ‘child’... it wasn’t... positive. You scurry away from the door before you hear another word. You know you’re overreacting to an innocuous comment, but that doesn’t stop your heart jumping into your throat.

Fine. Well, you suppose the only way to approach this now is to find out if you truly are pregnant. But if you were to go into Red territory now to see Kyle, everyone would get suspicious or worried. Hm, what a predicament.

As you slowly walk down towards the kitchen, you spot a wisp of flowing blue hair. Seth. He’ll find an excuse for me. 

“Seth!”

“Oh my, well it isn’t little miss Alice! What can I do for you today?” he says with his charming, flirtatious smile.

“Seth, can I trust you to keep a secret?”

His expression turns concerned and slightly dark, clearly worried that perhaps you’ve gotten into some trouble.

“It depends on the nature of that secret... is everything alright?”

“I... well, I don’t want Sirius to worry, I just happen to... uh...”

Shoot. What’s a good excuse for going into Red territory other than to see the doctor?

“You happen to...?” Seth coaxes.

“I... I have had this terrible... um... headache! Yes, a headache, that has persisted now for a few days.”

“Oh well that is absolutely no good, let me escort you to see Kyle to make sure everything is alright.”

Oh dear, no, you can’t have Seth go with you! Seth is too shrewd for his own good, he’ll immediately figure out why you’re actually in need of a doctor if he goes with you!

“Well! Um... that is... I do need to go, but I believe it uh... has something to do with... uh...”

“Oh, is this perhaps a, erm, lady issue?”

“Yes! Yes, you’re absolutely right, I believe this may be linked to what is definitely a lady issue, so it might be inappropriate if you escorted me.”

“And... you don’t want Sirius to come with you?” Seth asks, the tone in his voice indicating some level of suspicion. Well, you technically aren’t lying, this is a lady issue that needs to be sorted out by a medical professional.

“He’s just so busy, I wouldn’t want to bother him with what are probably normal and routine woman things, hahaha!”

The laugh is nervous and shrill, but for the moment Seth buys it.

“Well, it’s good that you’re telling at least one of us where you’re going. It wouldn’t do for you to disappear with not a single one of us knowing of your whereabouts. I think the entire black army would worry themselves sick!”

“Yes, yes, truly. So if you could just... not tell anyone that I’m headed to the doctor? If anyone asks say I’m, uh... that I really wanted some cake, okay? Thank you! Bye Seth!”

You turn and run towards the courtyard before Seth can even say farewell, damn near impressed with yourself at how well you were able to provide cover for yourself. Ha! Perhaps you aren’t as innocently honest as everyone thinks you are!

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Seth watches as you scamper away from the castle, unable to get a word out before you’ve disappeared from his vision.

“My sweet Alice, if you thought you could fool me for even a second, you sorely underestimate me.” He sighs, able to piece together enough information to have a general idea of what’s going on. 

“I’ll give you a head start... How lucky Sirius is.”

Seth smiled bitterly as he turned and walked to the kitchen, pushing down his feelings with a strong, silent swallow.

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It’s just before sunset by the time you reach Red territory. You’re greeted warmly but incredibly formally, a stark contrast from the casual air that emanates from the black army. It isn’t long until you’re sitting with Kyle in an empty room.

“Alright, spit it out. What does Alice need to see me for?”

“I... um... well... it’s...”

Now that you’re being asked by the doctor, it’s suddenly hard to articulate. Especially since Kyle is a friend. And... also lacking in good bedside manner.

“Come on, out with it. Here, maybe a drink will loosen you--”

“No! I can’t!”

You shock yourself with how loud you refuse, then clasp your hands over your mouth, eyes wide, terrified.

“...Oh, so that’s what you want to know, huh.”

Kyle sets down the drink he began to pour, then rests his arms on his knees, touching his fingers together in a steeple.

“It’s still too early to tell for sure. How late are you?”

“Nearly a month.”

“And you haven’t changed any of your habits? No sudden interest in rock climbing? Many sleepless nights? Overworked? A severe lack of cake or cookies?”

“N-no, none of those.” You hardly can whisper your responses, trying your best to hold in your shaking.

Kyle leans back, sighing and chuckling.

“Well, that’s your answer right there. Although it’s still in the early stages. I don’t recommend preparing or sharing until it’s been about two or three months. Bad luck, they say. But for what it’s worth, from doctor to patient, congratulations.” Kyle smirks mischievously, but the happiness emanating from his presence is genuine and warm. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as the realization truly begins to sink in.

“Y-yes... thank you, Kyle. Thank you so much.”

As you stand and turn to go, you hear him lazily add, “Be sure to see me again in a month, but bring Daddy-o next time.”

You turn back to face him.

“Yes, I will.”

You walk out in a haze, one part over the moon, other part terrified. So it’s true. Pregnant. If all goes well, you’re going to be a mother. You cradle your still-flat stomach, wondering how another human could even begin to grow inside of another, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Well that’s a sigh if I’ve ever heard one, little lady.”

Your eyes immediately open to the handsome form of your man, standing outside of a carriage parked right in front of the Red castle.

“S-sirius...? How did you...”

“Seth gave you a head start. Said he didn’t want to pry but also felt bad if he was the only one who knew where you went. Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been feeling ill?”

He takes your head in his hands, tangling his fingers in your hair and kissing your forehead reverently, his touch filled with nothing but adoration. 

“I... it was... well...”

“You didn’t want to bother me?”

“No... not until I knew if...”

You stop yourself. It’s bad luck to talk before the first few months. But, then again, does it count if you’re telling only the other person who assisted in creating the life forming inside of you?

“Knew if what?” Sirius’s expression shifts, growing more concerned by the second.

No, it doesn’t count. You have to tell him. Besides, waiting months to know whether or not he’d even want this child would be agony.

“Um, let’s talk inside the carriage. I don’t want anyone else to hear.”

Sirius looks at you gravely, opening the carriage door and helping you climb inside. You’re suddenly aware of every bend and angle you take, wondering if climbing into a carriage this high off the ground, or riding in a carriage so bumpy, is detrimental to the growth of the flower budding inside of you.

Sirius gets in immediately after, closing the door with a tad more aggression than normal.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to slam it.”

“It’s fine.”

“So, tell me. Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Sirius... I...”

Now that it’s come time to tell him, you’re not sure if you can. The words hang back in your throat like they’re stuck on hooks, unwilling to leave the safety of your mouth. Will he still love you? Will he abandon you? Will you have to go back to England, cold and alone and pregnant with no husband to speak of? Tears begin to sting your eyes when you feel your hands enveloped in his.

“Tell me. Please.”

You look up at him and his face is barely masking the panic in his voice. You can’t bear to keep him waiting, knowing that he’s surely thinking you’re near death’s door or something much more dangerous.

“Sirius... I... I’m pregnant.”

Sirius blinks.

“You’re...”

“It’s still early on, like just about a month, so who knows if it’s going to like, you know, actually... happen...”

You can’t look at him directly. Your eyes dart about the cabin like an indecisive fly, unable to hold the gaze of any object for very long, much less the face of your beloved. You feel one of his hands move from your hand to your chin, forcing you to face him, but you instinctively close your eyes.

“Look at me.”

You open your eyes nervously only to see Sirius barely able to contain a smile, his cheeks red from joy.

“The only other time I’ve been happier is when I first learned you loved me back. You’re incredible, little lady. You keep bringing me new heights of joy I never knew were possible.”

He pulls you into a gentle yet passionate kiss, bringing you into his lap as he holds your frame tight against him. Tears fall as you embrace him and return the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I... I was so worried you’d be unhappy...”

“Why would I be unhappy!” Sirius laughs. “If all goes well, I get to be a father. To an actual child instead of adults masquerading as children.”

You giggle. “I heard you call Fenrir a child today... I got needlessly worried, I suppose...”

He looks up at you warmly. “This is different. You’ve taken parts of me, mixed them with parts of you, and now you’re creating a new life with nothing but those. Fenrir be damned, I’m going to be a dad!” Sirius buries his face in your breasts, and you feel slight tears of happiness stain your chest. It isn’t long before he begins to nip and kiss at your skin, coaxing a soft groan of pleasure from you.

“Nnng... Sirius... n-not here...”

“Call me ‘Daddy’.”

Your moans grow louder as you instinctively unbuckle his pants, freeing his growing bulge, your earlier protests mere seconds ago all but forgotten as your temperature begins to rise.

“When we’re parents... it’s going to be hard to have alone time... we’ll need to take advantage of every second we get...” He looks up at you with a playful grin, a hand skillfully pushing your panties aside, teasing your already dripping opening.

“Oh...! S... daddy...!”

You feel his thick cock plunge into you as you wrap your body flush to his, rocking back and forth on him, his grunts and groans of pleasure music to your ears. He pumps into you rhythmically, hitting every spot that makes you cry out in ecstasy, but a glimpse out the window shows that you’re nearly home.

“Ah, S-sirius! We’re almost home!” you call out breathlessly. He takes his fingers and circles them on your clit, causing you to bounce on him faster, easily bringing you both to climax within less than a moment. Gasping for breath, red-faced, chests heaving, holding each other tightly as the carriage begins to slow. You reluctantly untangle yourselves from each other and get vaguely decent before the door swings open and you let yourselves out.

As you walk back towards the castle, Sirius slows his pace, holding his hand on your hip. “Just so you know... I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Your cheeks flush red as you giggle and look up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy.”

[seashellrosekitty]

The Last Dance | Chapter Two

Chapter Title: The Other Barnes Boy

Chapter One - The Dinner

Author’s Note: Here’s my entry to @spxderbarnes Em’s 21st Birthday Writing Challenge! I’m so excited because this is my first Bucky fic (or Marvel, rather)! I hope I get my characterization right because I love Bucky and I just love this story. Hope you enjoy this, Em! Happy Birthday, darling!

Plot: 1940s post-war era. Steve and Bucky are brothers and are teenagers, and they never served in the army because they were too young to join during the war. You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby. Both Steve’s and your parents arrange for you and Steve to get married, but Steve declines. Ultimately, his father offers his other son, James (later known as Bucky), to marry you in Steve’s place.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Warnings: 18+ Content! Teenage pregnancy, arranged marriage, religious theme, sexist theme, fluff, smut (of course), angst, Steve being a cold jerk, characters coming from the comics (i.e. Bucky’s family), MCU characters appearing in this era (i.e. Bruce is your younger brother and some others who will appear in the next chapters).

Word count: 1.3k. It’s short for now.

Sally’s Diner, Red House, New York. Winter 1942.

The whole town was in the holiday mood. The Barnes family had finally just moved in after constantly being in and out of town for three years. The Barnes brothers, Steve and James decided to hangout at Sally’s Diner, hoping to see some old friends. 13-year old James was seated at the high stool, talking to Sally, a redhead waitress, and owner of the diner.

“What’s yours, sweetie?” She was met with a bright smile and gleaming blue eyes.

“Do you have some hot chocolate, Ma’am?” James inquired when a young girl about his age sat beside him.

“Could you make that two, Sally? Could I have mine with-”

“Marshmallows? Gotcha, sugar,” Sally interrupted the young girl. Her smile was shining with excitement for the sweet treat. She looked at James and shyly said, “I love marshmallows.”

“Me too,” inserted the older Barnes boy, Steve. The girl gleefully giggled at the tall boy who sat beside him. James looked dumbfounded and glared at his brother. He eyed him. His thoughts said, “You hate marshmallows.”

Sally leaned in front of him.

“Would you like some marshmallows too, sweetie?”

“I didn’t know you had marshmallows.” James loved those things. His mother used to sneak him some marshmallows in his hot chocolate during Christmas morning. Truly, a treat for the boy who willingly plowed their sidewalk after a heavy snowfall. “Are you gonna charge me extra for it, Ma’am?”

“Nah, for you, it’s on the house,” Sally offered with a wink. James looked at his brother and the girl already talking about going to the school’s winter formal together. He was getting grumpy but he didn’t want to ruin such a nice winter day.

“On second thought, I don’t want any marshmallows.”

Red House, New York. 1946.

James Buchanan Barnes was...in a word, a rebel. Often timid and quiet, anyone rarely ever knew what was on his mind. Especially not his father, whose focus was directed more to the eldest Barnes boy, Steve. He was the type that often got associated with the town’s lesser promising kids. When his father wanted him to be interested in chess when he was eight, he wanted to play baseball. Steve got into the game of chess, among other things that made Steve the most popular boy in school.

James, however, was a mama’s boy. The ladies in their family didn’t treat him like he was an outsider. But the one person’s approval that mattered to him the most was the one he couldn’t get. It was perhaps, ironic, how James became the young man he was. He badly wanted to feel loved by his father, but almost never did anything he wanted him to do. Perhaps, all he wanted was to be loved without needing to be much like his brother Steve.

That night in the Barnes residence after the brawl, James greeted his mother with a peck on the cheek. The sound of the motor of your father’s car began to fade away. “Is everything all right, Mama?” Winifred sighed, shaking his head. They both got inside the house and James noticed his papa in the dining table. His forehead resting on his palm.

“Hey, pop.”

“Why weren’t you home for dinner?”

“I was out.” George slammed his hand on the table, making the plates and utensils jump and clink.

“Of course you were out!  You just got here! I’m asking you where the hell you’ve been!” James didn’t answer. “You were out with your slacker friends again, weren’t you?” James mocked him, flipping the toothpick inside his mouth - being completely unfazed by the threatening tone of his papa. “Answer me, boy!”

“Fine, yes I was out with my friends. Oh, sorry, I mean my slacker friends. There, ya happy?” George finally stood in front of his boy, sizing him up. James, on the other hand, had no idea where his mockery and disrespect were getting him into. George grabbed the toothpick out of James’ mouth, wounding the inside of his lips.

“Ow! Fuck!” The boy grunted, anger erupting in his face, then a slap was thrown into his face, the assault aimed at his lips. His head turned sideways at the blow.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, you little punk?” Still defiant to submit, his eyes glared at his father.

“Bucky…” his mother softly called him and rubbed his back. “Apologize to your father.”

“I’m sorry I cussed, papa.” His apology came out so easily, implying how often this happened but he never bothered doing something about it. George accepted his apology without question in order to get what he wants.

“You’re gonna marry Y/N.”

“WHAT?” He yapped, turning to his mother who seemed to already know what’s going on. “Pop, did you hear just what you said? You’re asking me to marry Steve’s girlfriend? The girl who went out of our house crying just now?!” He pointed his thumb backward, gesturing their driveway where your father’s car was parked a minute ago. “Is that why you specifically wanted me to be at dinner tonight?!”

“No. But since your brother chickened out the last minute, there’s nothing we could do, son.”

“Bullshit!”

“Language!”

“Why do I got to do this? Why can’t Steve go? It’s his girlfriend!”

“She’s pregnant, son.”

“Wow.” James sarcastically chuckled as he put his hands on his waist and started pacing in the hallway. He rubbed his face with the whole of his palm with frustration. No wonder she was crying. She’s pregnant and Steve’s a fucking coward. Some coward for a golden boy, He thought.

“You must really hate me, pop, don’t you? You’re sending me to marry a girl I barely know, who, by the way, is my brother’s girlfriend! Just because she’s fucking pregnant!”

“James! What did I tell you about cursing in front of your mother?!”

“George...let the boy be. You just put him in a very difficult situation.”

“You’re doing this ‘cause you hate me, don’t you? Don’t you, Pop?” His jaws were glued together saying this. “I’m just James, your other son. The expendable one. It’s all right if my dreams are out the window just ‘cause your first-born gotta go to freakin’ Oxford and make his dreams come true! What a father you are.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! I won’t tolerate any more of this tone you’re having with me.”

“But it’s not fair, Papa! The baby’s not my responsibility! It’s Steve’s! Whatever happened to taking responsibility for our actions, huh, pop?” His question made his father look down. He turned to the stairs to yell at his big brother. “Hey, Steve! You better get your chicken-ass down here and settle this with Pa!”

James’ body turned around and once he faced his father, he was met with another open hand on his face. “One more line of disrespect, son, I swear, I’ll send you to military school.” George’s tone was now calm but more compelling.

James was never one to do something he doesn’t want. All of his interests - mechanic work, carpentry, and music, never once coincided with his father, forever marking him as the black sheep of the family. Steve, on the other hand, was effortlessly intelligent and easily got interested in what his father wanted for him. Always obedient, except this time, ironically, when his obedience was needed the most. With favoritism being the only obvious reason, George let his eldest son off the hook.

In his whole life, this predicament irked James the most. Getting married at seventeen is not something to take lightly. Hell, what was he thinking? Getting pregnant at eighteen and having to carry the baby alone is something no young woman should do. What would he be doing being Y/N’s husband? How would that work out between the two of them?

What about Steve’s baby? Was he supposed to take care of it? Make himself the baby’s daddy? Is all of that better than the other thing? His thoughts drifted back to his father’s last two words: military school. Anywhere else’s better than here, James thought to himself. It struck him an idea.

“If I marry her...What’s in it for me?”

To be continued in:

Chapter Three: The Deal

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Fart Machine. (BTS, Suga)

Hello darlings! Long time no posts, I’m really sorry about that T_T Things are more stressful than I thought and it’s been a bit tough T^T. First off, thank you all for your kind messages. I kind of really know that I’m being irrational by being worried about things like these, but then there are moments where I just can’t help it, and I try keeping it bottled and it blows up like this. Your messages were so supportive and nice, they really helped me. Thank you for that.

I will be starting work today! I will be teaching my first two classes, and I hope they go well! So since I’m starting to work and get back into some kind of schedule, I’m also posting a little something that I thought of! I also have two or three other stories almost finished or finished, so I will post more when I come back home! In the mean time, please enjoy soft!yoongi (my heart ♥)

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Being the mother of a four year old rambunctious Taehyungie, you have heard many strange things come out of his little mouth. Every time when you thought you heard it all, he would come up with something that swept you off your feet, just like this morning.

You were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when you heard the soft pitter patter of bare feet and the silent steps of formal shoes.

“You be a good fart machine today!” Came the bright exclamation of your child, one that made you almost spit out your coffee.

Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t seem affected in the slightest.

“That’s what I do, you know.”

“You…you be the best fart machine today!” Tae tried again, holding onto Yoongi's hand as they walked down the stairs, a prerequisite the man set when going down the stairs, ever since that one time when Tae took a tumble because of his socks. His fall was scarier than it was painful, but it still gave the man enough nightmares to strike a deal with the baby to always hold onto his hand when going down stairs.

“Is it so stair monster don’t grab me again?” Tae asked with a solemn look on his face, so serious that your face would break out in a smile.

Yoongi, on the other hand, looked like he was announcing the worst news ever, nodding briefly.

“Mommy and Yoon-Yoon would be very sad if it took you, bubba.” Tae seemed to think it through before nodding to himself, entwining his pinky finger with Yoongi's.

“Okay, I will.”

“You…you go be the best fart machine at wo~rk!”

“You bet I will, that’s what I do all day.” As Yoongi caught sight of you in the kitchen, he smiled at you briefly.

“You make sure to tell your mom to be a good fart machine, too.” Tae was already heading to you, babbling absent mindedly instead of replying. Yoongi, already late and with shoes on, blew you a soft kiss before heading out the door with a “love you, bubba. Bye,” leaving for work.

Tae was looking up at you with a grin, but something flickered in his eyes.

You leaned down with a big smile.

“Fart machine? What is that about?”

“I…I didn’t tell Dad I love him.” His sentence shocked you, and you could see that even though Tae was still smiling, it seemed like it was more of the muscles frozen than the actual emotions behind it.

Yoongi is not Taehyung's biological dad. He left the picture even before he was born, leaving the two of you alone. On one hand, you felt like you couldn’t blame him, the two of you being so young, but as little TaeTae was growing up, you started to find reasons why you detested him.

Taehyungie wasn’t strange or weird, he was just different. His young mind was very bright and sometimes his mouth didn’t catch up, making him babble incoherently. He also saw the world in a different, beautiful way. You do admit that sometimes his imagination was too wild and he might come off as weird to strangers.

You’ve dated other men in the past, yes – and most of your relationships crumbled on the fact that you had a child. Sometimes it was the responsibility of a child, and one special time someone hurt your precious boy so bad the guy was lucky he was able to leave on his own and not be wheeled out on a stretcher.

Taehyung was very enthusiastic about finding a dad. He knew that other kids had a dad and seeing them interact sometimes or hearing the kids show off their dads made him long for a father figure as well. And when you found a boyfriend, he was over the moon. He had something like a daddy!

You do admit that he started calling Seungho ‘daddy’ a bit earlier than the others. Maybe it was because he was Asian, a striking contrast to the blue eyed and blond guy that was before him. You apologized to Seungho about it and he waved it off with a chuckle and you thought everything was okay.

That is until you overheard a conversation between the two of them as you were making dinner. Seungho came from work and was splayed on the couch, barely able to take two breaths in before Taehyung swerved out of his room at lightning speed with a booming 'daddy!' coming from his mouth.

The annoyed sigh Seungho gave in reply made you concentrate on their conversation.

“Listen up Taehyung.” Seungho grabbed Taehyung by his shoulders, stopping his excited hopping.

“What, daddy?”

“Let’s get this straight. I’m not your daddy. Your daddy left and is never coming back, you hear? Just because I’m with your mom doesn’t mean I’m your daddy. I’m not, and I will never be, so stop calling me that.”

You were usually very caring and soft around Taehyung, but the second you snapped out from shock because of what you heard (it was right when you heard Taehyung’s soft 'oh' of rejection), you were hurling the plate full of food prepared for Seungho on the ground and stomping into the living room. You saw Taehyung holding his tears in, little fists clenched, biting down on lower lip, big eyes filled with so much hurt, and the piece of trash sitting beside him with the audacity to look shocked, you turned into rage personified. You didn’t give him a chance to explain or weasel himself out of it. He was barely able to get his things before you sent him off with a warning that if he ever came close to you and your family, he will never see sunlight again.

Taehyungie wasn’t the same after that. It took him a few days to grow back into his cheerful self, but you never heard him say the word daddy, and you vowed to yourself not to let your son go through that again. You promised you will never let another man hurt him like that again, and you took a long break from dating after that.

And then came Yoongi.

At first seemingly cold and distant, but you later realized the man held so much emotion in his soul, he was just unsure how to express himself well. Even though that, he was reliable, trusting and overall so perfect, you felt like you could introduce him to Taehyung.

Any weirdness Taehyung threw at him, he took it in stride. Whatever strange story Taehyung invented in his head, Yoongi expanded, never shutting him up, but on the contrary holding serious conversations over anything and everything his little mind produced.

But never in the year and a half you were a family has Taehyung called him daddy. At first he was MinMin mister, and then if he was sleepy he would be meow meow (a nickname which was wholly Yoongi’s fault when he stretched after a nap and let out a sound that sounded strangely like a meow) or Yoon Yoon.

But never daddy.

You snapped out of the trance as you saw Taehyung waddle over to the door quickly, trying to catch up with Yoongi.

“I love Dad! I love my dad!” he kept telling, fumbling with the door to open it. When the handle finally pressed down and Tae opened the door, he yelled out the longest and loudest “Da~d!!!!!” you ever heard.

To hear this coming from your son, something that you thought you would never hear him say, made you tear up.

“Daddy!” Tae wailed as he ran down the front yard to Yoongi’s car. He still hadn’t left, and he peeked out from the side of the car with wide eyes.

“What’s going on, buddy?”

“I love you, dad!” Taehyung reached Yoongi, sniffling as his little fists tried to wipe his tears.

“I love you, too, bubba, but why are you crying?” from where you stood, you couldn’t understand what he was saying, but it didn’t stop Yoongi from nodding and placing a soft kiss against the top of his head.

“I love you Daddy,” Taehyung mumbled almost pitifully as Yoongi stood up with one last kiss to his forehead.

“I love you, too, Taehyungie, you have a good day now, okay?”

“Okay, dad. I love you.” As he turned back to walk to you, he pointed at something that was on the side.

“I love that water,” he said even more pitifully and Yoongi looked at you, a wide smile on his face that you reciprocated.

“Love you, kitten,” he called out to you, and you called back with a “love you too, baby.”

“I love you, daddy!” Taehyung seemed to want to have the last word in the say as he waddled back inside.

“I miss daddy,” he confessed to you once you closed the door, still sniffling slightly.

“It’s sad when dad leaves for work, huh?” you cooed understandingly, crouching down to wipe his tears and snot. Taehyung nodded, his chin quivering in a clear threat that he might start crying again.

“Do you want to send a video to daddy? We can tell him to come back soon.” That idea seemed to intrigue him, and he nodded vigorously.

“But we can’t cry, because we don’t want daddy to be sad, right?” Taehyung agreed with you, already reaching for your phone (it didn’t matter that the kitchen counter was too high for him to reach).

You hoisted Taehyungie up into your arms, bouncing him on your hip as you kept one hand around his when he fumbled with your phone. He was a smart boy and you already sent a video to Yoongi before, so he knew very well to keep the phone up so the two of you could see each other in the camera.

“Are we not crying anymore?” you checked one last time, and Tae looked at himself closely before nodding.

“No cry.”

“Okay, I’m turning on the video!” and with that, you pressed the big red button on the screen, and waited for the time to show up on the top half.

“Okay Tae-Tae, go ahead.”

“Daddy!” he yelled out, a big smile on his face.

“Have fun at work! Make all the farts you want!” you laughed, waving at the screen and calling out a “love you daddy!” to prompt Taehyung from doing the same.

After hitting send, you sat down with Tae on the couch, waiting for Yoongi’s reply. You didn’t have to wait long, a notification with Yoongi’s video reply popping up. It was a simple reply with Yoongi still in the car, the most brilliant smile on his face as he called out to Tae to keep some farts for when he comes back home so the two of them can have a competition (a prospect that made Tae giggle with glee and you groan in disgust).

“I’m gonna tell Kooky about fart compeshion!” Tae called as he hopped off the couch, heading for the pink bunny resting near Tae’s play area. Almost as if it was planned, your phone dinged with another notification, a text from your fiancée.

“Daddy, huh? Wouldn’t mind you calling me that ;)”

Even though the idea made you blush, you laughed at the thought.

“Dream on, fart machine.”

[silvergrimoire97]

Chapter 1

You open the door to the strong aroma of coffee. The smell jolts your brain into reality and you take out your gold Starbucks rewards card.

‘The usual Y/N?” Hoseok asks you’ve been coming here ever since Freshman year of college.

“Yep, today is the calm before the storm.”

“Which final has your panties in a twist?” he wiggles his eyebrows as he swipes your card.

“The MCAT, I need to get at least a 520 to get a good shot into Seoul National University med program, and I got a 518 on my last practice, so my mind is buzzing with frustration on those two problems.”

“Well saying that you're already going to SNU for a master I think you have a good shot.” He winks at you as you grab your cup of coffee.

Just before you leave a wall of hard muscle bumps into you.

“Whoa!” You steady your coffee before looking up at the person who has a firm grip on your arms.

“Watch where you’re going,” his low voice huffs.

“Sorry?” You reply with a slight bite in your tone before walking around him and out into the busy street. But before the door closes behind you, a faint call tells you to stop. You ignore it and continue walking to the bus stop.

You grab onto one of the dangling handles in the bus as you sip your coffee. You stare out the window, watching the busy streets go by in a blur as you head to university.

The bus comes to a slow stop and you hustle out with all the other students as you head to your 8 am class. As you walk towards the lecture hall someone slings their arm around your shoulders. You stumble a little but look to see it was Taetae.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes today?” he jokes.

Ah, your best friend since junior year of high school. Tae also wanted to be in the medical field, but his dream is to become a pediatric surgeon since he loves kids so much. You, on the other hand, have no patience for such things because they are mere burdens to take care of.

You raise an eyebrow at his question.

“Please, you had a resting bitch face on which only meant that in the two hours that it took for you to come here, something went wrong. So?”

He knew you like the back of his own hand and you always saw him as an older brother, you both tried kissing to see if things could get farther, but it was merely teen hormones messing with your friendship. As sexy and hot Taehyung was, both of you knew that your relationship was just a protective platonic older brother-sister relationship. So sometimes people thought you two were acting too cozy, but that’s only because you had no boundaries.

“I ran into a jerk leaving Starbucks and his rude attitude got on my nerves.” You explain before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Really? Could it be because you were too busy gazing after Hoseok that you weren’t looking where you were going?” He wiggles both of his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut up, you know that I would never date Hoseokie, I just admire him from afar, like a celebrity crush. You know that they will never be with you, but you still love them to your heart’s content.” You look up to see him give you a pointed look. “Well besides that, the sheer annoyance in his voice just ticked me off, as if I stained his 200 dollar Gucci tie or something. By the way, I didn’t spill my coffee, so it was a win-win situation sort of.” You puff your chest at the last sentence because people usually spilled theirs, but you didn’t because surgeons have to have steady hands.

“My oh my, could this be a new love interest?” he swoons.

You sigh with longing as you stare up into Tae’s big chocolate brown eyes, how you wish they could be yours, but all the same, you didn’t because you couldn’t force anything.

“I love you,” you blurt out, to gauge any emotion from him.

Without missing a beat he responds with, “I love you too sis.” He smirks knowing that we both had no chance with each other. Some people would think that he’s gay, but he isn’t.  I just happen to be his long lost twin and we understand each other in an unspoken way.

“You know what if this rich guy is a secret gangster who makes his money off of killing people? I would be dating a murder and then you’ll never see me again.” I pout up at him.

“Well, it was nice knowing you Y/N.” He salutes as the two of you head into your premed course.

One lecture and three classes later…….

You and Taehyung head to the library and as you set up the little wall of books, Taehyung pulls out two bowls Jajangmyeon. The librarians would kill us if they found out that we bought food that can stain the precious pages of the books. You usually studied with Taehyung at the library because it was quieter and there was an actual sizable desk to spread out all your textbooks and notebooks.

You take out your pencil pouch along with your laptop to type up the notes rather than hand write them. You highlight in the textbook since you got a full ride scholarship to university having worked your ass off since elementary school spending everyday in the library reading anatomy books. Taehyung on the other hand printed out the entire textbook one night when he snuck into the teacher’s lounge and decided to use the free ink and paper. To make the story short, he came back with a gleam in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed from physical exertion.

You begin skimming over your lecture notes and working on the assignment and paper at hand while Taehyung looks like he’s texting Jimin to find out what time is the party' this weekend. Tae somehow managed to keep a 4.0 GPA while also getting slam dunk drunk every other Friday. How you don’t know, but you are somewhat envious of his hidden brain. Of course, you were smarter than him since those long hours crying in the library weren’t for nothing.

“The party starts at 10 so I’ll be gone from 10:30 till noon the next day, so while that is happening and I’m getting laid, go call that Yoongi guy up and go out on a date with him,” Tae says over a mouthful of noodles.

“How about no because we have a quiz coming up and that quiz also has bonus points on it so it won’t hurt to study a little.” You remind him as you highlight a section that was a little confusing.

“Or maybe you can quit your dry spell and have some fun in your life since being a doctor also means to have creativity. You gotta think outside the of the box when you’re faced with a challenging case.” Tae says as he sketches out the surgery that you had trouble remembering.

He was always a visual learner and it helped since he drew badass diagrams for you to help study with. While he drew you filled in the picture with words, which made you two the ideal study buddies.

You and Taehyung spend the rest of the night studying at the library and finally leave when the librarians kick you two out. You slide into Tae’s car and the smell of coke and popcorn greets you. Tae’s parents are well off, but to an extent Tae survives off of his allowance. Not needing to work a single day in his life. Well he did become a lifeguard with you because he wanted to show off his body and get a good tan, plus him being the perv that he is, there were people in bikinis all the time at the pool, so there was that reason too.

Tae drives his matte black Porsche back to your luxury studio apartment that Taehyung’s parent spay for. You’re like the daughter they never had, so you don’t feel that guilty that you freeload off of them.

You look at your phone and realize that Friday is two days away and maybe you should give that person a call just because. Maybe he won’t answer and if he doesn’t then fate has spoken. Yeah, you will give him one chance and one chance only.

Throwing your backpack on your bed, you take out today’s books and replace them with tomorrow’s, but it’s only a couple since you have two lecture and one philosophy class that you decided to take just for fun. After making sure you’re prepared for tomorrow you head into the shower and grab your pajamas, which is just one of Tae’s shirts since their the perfect length of covering your ass, and big enough not to show your perky nipples.

After showering and washing up you holler goodnight to Tae and he does the same before you close your lights and wall asleep.

RRIIIINNNGGGG

The alarm blares in your eardrums and curses out as you hit the off button. Rolling out of bed and waddling over to the bathroom to wash your face and do your daily skin routine that takes about five minutes since it’s just toner, moisturizer, and sunscreen. QUite basic for people in Korea. You walk out the door and don’t bother to lock it because of the fingerprint lock.

You walk the one block to Starbucks and stand in line for your usual order.

“Good morning.” Hoseok flashes his sunshine smile.

“Ah,” you grunt out as you hand him your card.

“No, it’s on the man that you ran into yesterday.” Hoseok winks.

“Well then, I’ll pay for his order and tell him that I call it even.” I sigh.

“Someone has her panties in a twist.” Hoseok frowns.

“Well, you don’t have a sugar daddy making moves on you.” You deadpan.

“Well, that sugar daddy said to give you this.” He slides a receipt across the counter and on it reads a phone number and the sugar daddy’s name.

882- 576-8765

Call me, Min Yoongi

You give an amused smile and thank him for the drink before crumpling the receipt and tossing it into the trash can.

Little did you know that someone in the corner saw you throw away his number and his eyes glinted with an emotion he hasn’t felt in a while.

You walk to the lecture wall and set up as your little desk as you prepare for a two-hour lecture, fun.

After what seems like forever your phone vibrates and you see an unknown number pop up with a text.

Unknown id: Friday night I’ll pick you up at 8

Y/N: Buy me a dress, shoes, and clutch, what is the dress code?

Unknown id: Formal so wear makeup and don’t look like trash

Y/N: Wow thanks for the compliment :)

Unknown id: Don’t be late or else I’ll murder you in your sleep

Y/N: huh, I was right. You are a murder. Do I need to send my address or do you already know where I live?

Unknown id: I already know where you live since I followed you home once, but don’t worry I’ll sprinkle your ashes down a river if you want ;)

You smirk and save the number as Yoongi.

The day goes by and you flop onto the sofa as you soak in the peace and quiet since Taehyung is at his night class doodling the time away. You don’t particularly miss him because he’s always screaming into his headset playing Overwatch.

After a couple minutes of looking up at the ceiling, you sigh as you go and make yourself cereal for dinner. Pouting yourself a generous amount of Frosted Flakes the doorbell rings and you walk over unsure who it could be. You weren’t expecting a package of any sort and Taehyung has his fingerprints in the system. But as you turn the door handled it dawns on you that it was probably Yoongi sending over your outfit. You open the door and a guy who is a couple inches taller than you with a small smile hands you over a large white box tied with a blood red ribbon. You thank him with a smile and wonder if you can hook up with him instead of Yoongi.

Your phone buzzes in the back of your pocket and you see Yoongi flash on the screen.

Yoongi: Did you get your very expensive outfit that you had me buy for you

Y/N: I did not force you to buy it only strongly suggested and thank you I did get it. You really did stalk me and get my address

Yoongi: you think I was kidding?

Y/N: Yes because I didn’t think you were creepy

Yoongi: I was merely making sure that you weren't some criminal living in a dump. By the way, you seem pretty rich yourself.

Y/N: I suck off of my rich boyfriend Taetae and maybe I’ll cheat on him with that delivery boy you sent over.

Yoongi: well I may just have to kill him then along with your boyfriend

Y/N: So I’ll be going out with a serial killer??!!

Yoongi: Don’t worry it’ll be painless

Y/N: The date is tomorrow so I have one last day of freedom

Yoongi: Freedom?

Y/N: Of being single

Yoongi: What about your boyfriend taetae?

Y/N: I never said that it was a closed relationship ;)

Yoongi: hhhmmmm

You give a small smile and continue eating your cereal as you watch Grey’s Anatomy catching up on last week’s episode. You wish being a surgeon was that easy, but it’s not and that’s why you were drawn to it. A challenge that can be conquered.

Looking at the time you give up on waiting for Taehyung and head to bed.

RRRIIINNNGGGG

The familiar sound wakes you up and you head to the bathroom to wash up and head to class, this time choosing to ride with Taetae instead of taking the bus. Waiting at the door eating a granola bar you wait for him. He was always late somehow, don’t know how. After giving him an extra minute, you walk to his bedroom and knock on the door first, giving him that decency at least. After waiting a second you open the door and see bruises mar his face and dried blood from a split lip. He snores softly and you walk over to him quietly.

Taking in a breath you lift up his shirt and see fresh stitches. And curse under your breath. What the actual fuck? You don't disturb his slumber but go to your room and quickly write on a sticky note.

Took your car because you made me late by not telling me that you are basically dead. Will be home around 3ish after my lectures.

You run out of the apartment and unlock the Porsche pressing on the gas pedal accelerating from 0 to 100 in just a few seconds. Racing out of the apartment’s garage you head out onto the road and make it to university in record time.

As you get into the lecture hall and choose a seat in the middle you pop a stick of gum into your mouth. The burst of spearmint wakes you up and you sit at the desk looking at your phone to realize that Yoongi has spammed you.

Yoongi: Where are you

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Y/N answer me

Yoongi: Y/N I’m going to track you down and make you answer me

Y/N: I’m at school

Y/N: Do not follow me and how do you get this worked up at not seeing me get coffee?

Yoongi replies a second later

Yoongi: It just seemed out of character for you to skip your daily coffee, Hoseok said that it was like a grandma taking her daily meds.

You roll your eyes and begin texting back, but out of the blue Yoongi responds with another text.

Yoongi: How’s your boyfriend Taetae doing

You smirk at the slight tinge of jealousy laced in the words.

Y/N: Tae is doing fine why?

Yoongi: Just making sure the playing field is, even so, when I snatch you it will be fair

Y/N: LOL

You place your phone face down on the desk as the professor walks in and you bounce your leg as you wait for the minutes to tick by so you can see Taehyung quicker.

Halfway into the lecture, your phone makes a small noise and you quickly turn off the ringer and see tae texted you.

Tae: Why did you take my car :(

Y/N: it’s not like you need to go anywhere with how bad you’re bruised and don’t even get me started on how you could not TELL ME ABOUT THIS just be lucky that I  prioritize my education over you. Or else you would be DEAD! DEAD KIM TAEHYUNG

Tae: please show me mercy, I beg of you. I’m injured, you can’t kill me. That would be unfair.

Maybe you were thinking too much about things but you ask.

Y/N: Do you know anyone named Min Yoongi

Tae: yeah he’s super rich why

Y/N: if he’s super rich then why does he buy his own coffee and not his secretary?

Tae: Idk maybe he’s a high-end snob with a specific order that no one can get right

Y/N: KIM TAEHYUNG I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SET THIS ALL UP

Tae: don’t u have a lecture u should be paying attention to

Y/N: fuck u this is not over

Tae: :p

You continue typing your notes as the teacher drones on and on. After what seems like forever you decide to skip your next two lectures which are optional but tell the professors you are sick and ask if they can email you a master copy of the notes. They agree and you drive home to kill Kim Taehyung.

You lock the car and take the elevator up, pressing your finger to the pad the door gives a soft click and you drop your backpack in your room and walk to Tae’s. The door is a ajared and you hear two voices, one being Tae’s obviously. Leaning against the wall you listen to the conversation.

“Why didn’t you just stay at the house?” A low male voice asks.

“Because if I stayed Y/N would think that something was up because it wouldn’t make sense for me to not come home after a night class,” Tae responds.

“You could have just texted her that you crashed at a friend’s place after a study session.” The man counters.

“Remember that Y/N has known me since I was in elementary school and she is my other half, so if I didn’t return home then it would scream that something was wrong,” Tae states a matter of factly

The man sighs, “She doesn’t know right?”

“No, she thinks you want to be her sugar daddy, but I mean it. If you hurt her in any way I don’t care about ranks or anything, I will kill you.” Tae states in a cold voice that you had never heard him use, ever.

“I know.”

You look through the crack and see the man come into your view. As the Min Yoongi opens the door and closes it behind him with a soft click, you put your finger up to your lips and grab his hand you drag him into your room, locking the door behind you.

Yoongi’s eyes widen and you lean against the door.

“What happened to Taehyung last night and what do you do for a living?” You deadpan.

“Do you promise to listen until the end?” He asks slowly.

You give a nod and he lets out a breath before sitting at the foot of your bed.

“That cute delivery guy is park Jimin and he’s our messenger of sorts. Taehyung had a mission to infiltrate a gang and do so by any means, things got out of hand he had to call for backup. He got captured for a couple of hours and got interrogated, but didn’t give the, anything valuable just plant seeds of discord amongst rival gangs. My real name is Min Yoongi which is true, but I’ve known about you since the first day of high school when Taehyung told us about you. I’m the CEO of Min Corporations which is a software system and I make billions, but I’m also a part of a gang called BTS. I’m not the leader, but I’m in charge of the all the technical aspects such as changing the security cameras, hacking into computers and those type of things.”

He looks up at you, anxiety filling his eyes and fear.

“Let me see your gun?” You push off of the door and walk over to him.

He does so and hands you the weapon with the safety on. You take the gun from him and the barrel warm from his body. As your hands slide over the material you turn the safety off and cock the gun. You aim the gun at the door and on cue Taehyung flings the door open, how he picked the lock within milliseconds only confirms your theory. Yoongi stills beside you and Tae freezes at the barrel pointed square on his heart.

His eyes widen with fear and you smirk as you turn the safety on and hand the gun back to Yoongi.

“I’m going to leave now, but are we still on tonight?” He asks in an unsure voice.

“Yeah, but should I bring my own Glock or will this dinner be peaceful?” You quirk an eyebrow.

A small playful smile graces his features as he says,”Bring your own just in case, you never know when danger can come.” He winks before closing the door.

“You will not need to bring a gun on your date because Yoongi is not taking you anywhere dangerous and if he does I will gut him in front of you,” Tae says through clenched teeth.

You bat your eyelashes at him and ask, “Do you not think I can carry my own gun?”

“From the way you were aiming at my heart, I would say that you know how to use one from experience which both worries and excites me.”

You stand up from your bed head to walk out of your room before saying, “Order pizza and then I might just tell you my secrets as you tell me yours.” You give him a pointed look.

He nods and follow out to the living room couch. As you plop down Taehyung asks, “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.”

He flips the coin and it lands on tails. Heaving a sigh you look at Tae and for a second you wish that he could be your boyfriend so you can distract him with a kiss.

“I love you,” you blurt out again.

“Nice try,” he glares at you.

You lean over and go to kiss his lips but he sticks his hand in your face and pushes you back. He laughs as you groan. Why must you be unlucky?

“Spill the details,” he says in a serious voice.

You roll your eyes and lean onto his shoulder for warmth, knowing that some part of you is going to go numb at reliving your past.

“I was an orphan as you know and somehow I managed to scheme my way into that high end elementary school so I can start my life outright. Did you ever wonder how an orphan can go to a private school that cost more than a car? How a girl with no money managed to be at the top of her class and pay for all the textbook and eat the school lunch while also owning enough uniforms to not look like a slob?” You look up at him waiting for him to respond.

He nods for you to go on and you nestle deeper into your position.

“I was an orphan, but I had an older sister who whored herself for us. She fell in love with EXO’s Baekhyun who took care of my schooling. I always went to your house for play dates and study sessions, you never came to mine. My sister loved me, she really did, but Baekhyun didn’t love her the same way. He dumped her and gave her enough money to keep her contempt. She took care of me for six years, so it was time that I returned back the favor. In middle school I would always say I was too busy studying at the library when really I was worming my way into EXO and learning how to hack from Sehun. They didn’t know of course because I watched from the vent. I also got payback on Baekhyun, till this day he’s still afraid of bunnies. He sleeps in fear every night,” you give a hollow laugh at the memory of him writhing in pain from that time his chest turned into nothing but shredded flesh.

 “Back to the story. At first I transferred one thousand into our bank accounts taking one dollar from a thousand bank accounts. As time drew on and my sister needed to go to college I began taking money from other gangs, it was already dirty money so why not get it dirtier? She was able to go to any college she wanted and now she’s a kindergarten teacher dating a wonderful CEO of some stock market company. She sends me money for school and instead of using it I’ve been saving it to buy myself a house and car along with money to get by in case I need to run away. All those sleepovers we’ve had well, while you were sleeping safe and sound, I was out in the night sneaking into stores shoplifting, getting jewelry to pawn, or sneaking into banks to crack open safes. Along the way I made a few enemies, and that was when I taught myself how to shoot. At first I practiced in abandoned building and then I went into gun ranges overnight to work on my shooting at night. I used a flashlight for some guidance, then I trained my vision to guess and then I bought night vision goggles, well stole them.”

“I’ve been in this world from the day I was born after finding out that my mother was a whore who overdosed and my father is now dead after I killed him. He was a pimp who worked under a rather dirty gang that has now been dealt with. I guess the only thing that I need to tell you is that I knew who you were from day one. I have dirt on all the gangs in this district and I still keep up with it from time to time. But it’s been awhile since I checked on my tabs, so it was quite a surprise that you were in a gang. Although I never took you for a gang member.”

As he opens his mouth to talk the doorbell rings and Tae jumps over the couch to get the pizza as you go to the fridge to get two cokes. After settling back in and sitting cross-legged, eating pizza, and looking at each other Taehyung begins his story.

“I was born rich obviously, but when I was in preschool I got bullied, the kids were jealous and I would come home with bruises under my shirts. One day a kid saw me being cornered and scared the bullies off. Jimin, the delivery boy who you thought was cute, Park Jimin. He saved me. His parents are rich, but they’re rich because his father has another company that takes place underground and deal with things that should not be said. Everyone knew not to mess with Jimin or else their parents would suffer along with them. We became friends and he’s close but not as close as you are with me. You may be equal though once you start dating Yoongi and I’m left alone though,” I look up and he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes and take a bite of your slice.

“Anyway, Jimin told me that he was going to join BTS when he got in elementary school so he can be powerful and stop bullies, so I wanted to join too and protect a kid like Jimin did for me. So I did the initiation which was just getting back to the base from any given location and they prepared us for that. I haven’t killed a person if that’s what you’re wondering. We don’t kill by the way, well out of self-defense, if we’re under fire then we don’t pay attention to the life, just making sure that we come out alive. But back to my story. I knew something was fishy with you from the moment you walked in elementary school darting your eyes all over the place like there were cameras everywhere. One day I found you hacking into the principal’s computer and change your grades to all As and then gave us that teacher workday. You were in kindergarten how did you learn how to do that? I began following you and at one point I did have a crush on you and kissed you in your sleep one night at a sleepover, but when I didn’t feel the tingles I thought I would, I decided it would be better to be your older brother, so there are no romantic feelings between us. By the time it was high school and we already knew each other I began getting another crush, this time it became an obsession sort of because I wanted to know what you did that made you so hot and sexy, it turned me on to be honest.”

“Oh shut up, you were just curious,” you laugh playfully hitting his chest.

“Well I was curious and not knowing what you did make me hard and I wanted to know more so I dug deeper and found more about your past. I didn’t know anything about your parents because you erased them, but read about your sister with EXO and that all Yoongi could dig up for me. I decided to invite to a sleepover even when we were high schoolers, you still said yes. Well, I did bribe you with homemade cookies and pizza, but still, you came. I made a little sensor go off when my window was opened. After the shrill ringing in my ears went off, I quickly woke up and followed you. For the whole night I saw you win car races, sneak into jewelry stores, still designer clothes, and pickpocket quite the number of wallets. I was amazed and yet I wanted to protect you, why did you have to do this why did I see you give a wicked grin before hooking up with a complete stranger. I told Yoongi about it because at the time he seemed like he would understand you since you did hack a lot and I thought he could see where you were coming from since he grew up with a rough past also. So I asked him to watch out for you and one day he found your sister and went to talk to her. That day you were stressing about finals taking the preMCATS, so I didn’t want to say anything. Months went by and you didn’t come home with bruises or with split knuckles. I decided to not go any further and here we are now here we are 14 years of friendship and counting.” He raises his bottle of coke to toast.

“What’s Min Yoongi like?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence, both of you processing one another’s hidden life.

“I trust him with my life and with yours. I think you two would be a fit and I’m not pressuring you or anything, but you’ll always have a family with BTS.” he says quietly.

“I know, that day you followed me, it was sort of obvious because you were acting weird the next day and I saw a kid that looked strangely like you and from the way you were shrinking back in the shadows at the car race, I knew it was you. You were such a dweeb.” You laugh looking at his face.

He flicks your nose and you turn the tv on to a rerun of Friends. As the episode ends you check your phone and a reminder pops up for your date at 8. The time reads 7:30. He’s picking you up at 8. Shit! You only have time to take a quick shower and put on BB cream. After missing up your light makeup you undo your hair and quickly blow dry it. As you deem your hair somewhat decent you slip on the shoes, shove your daggers, phone, and a wad of fake hundreds just for fun. You look at your phone and see that you have a minute to spare. Smiling to yourself you walk to the front door slipping on the pumps that are awfully tall and open the door to see a wide-eyed Yoongi.

You put your hand on his chest and gently push him away as you call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back tomorrow hungover probably so don’t wait up for me.” You flash Tae a wicked grin and close the door before he can retort.

“Wow, you look pretty nice for someone who got ready in just thirty minutes.” Yoongi remarks as you wait in the elevator.

“Taehyung texted you?” You roll your head at him.

“Yeah, he told me to be late since you two were busy having a pow wow moment, so I was planning on giving you an extra second.” he smiles sarcastically at me.

“So where are we going?” You ask as the both of you step into the garage and he walks you over to his red Ferrari 488 GTB. Show off much.

He opens the door for you and you smile as you slide into the low seat. After he turns the car on with his fingerprint he asks, “Wanna go gambling?” He pulls out a wad of cash from the inside pocket of his suit.

“Why I thought you would never ask?” you match his devilish grin as you pull out your wad of Benjamins.

His grin widens into a smile as he asks, “Are those fake?” he raises a brow.

You gasp and place a hand to your heart and ask, “How could you know me so well?” You smile at him.

“What’s the bet then?” A playful glint shines in his eyes.

“I say we last thirty minutes before they throw us out.”

“I say twenty-five if we start winning too much. Do you know how to count cards?”

“I only know a little bit, but I can easily make a million throughout the casino. How about we make a deal?” You propose.

“And what deal would that be?”

“The one who can get away with the most money real or fake within thirty minutes. Do you know how to count cards?” You turn to look at him.

“No, but I know when to add and when to stop, so I would say that I’m more logical and luck.”

“Well I’ll give you a head start with letting you get one thousand more than me, think of it as leveling the playing field.” You flash him one of your wicked grins that made prisoners quiver in their chairs.

“A gentleman’s deal and no pickpocketing.” He sticks his hand out to shake.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just keep that money for myself.” You sigh looking out at the window as the buildings pass by you.

“What does the winner get?”

“The loser pays for the next date.” you look at him.

“Why would that be losing? Because I plan to rent out an entire amusement park and it’s been awhile since something was at stake for me, so why not?” You pull out one of your sparkling daggers and you hear Yoongi take in a breath.

The blade reflects the city’s lights off of its blade and the curved edge glides easily across your palm, not drawing blood, but the motion of using it makes your blood sing. It’s been a couple of months since you lasted used them for a mission of sorts, but tonight might be a night that will make your blood boil with excitement.

“Have you ever killed a person?” He asks in the silence.

“Besides my dad yes. The enjoyment of having all the power and making those big buff men scream in pain makes me sleep soundly every night. I do not kill unless the person deserves it. I only make those you raise their hands on a woman or gamble their daughter’s college savings away suffer. I make sure karma comes back to them. Whether it be them losing a finger or their family is entirely up to them.” You answer him in a bleak voice, letting him gauge whether or not he can handle your storm.

“So you’re a vigilante on your nights off of being a med student?” he muses.

“Occasionally, but I’m also a hired assassin when I need some quick cash,” you shrug.

He gives a bark of laughter and quickly looks at you fondling your beloved dagger.

“Who gave you those?” he asks.

“I stole them from a rival assassin who I lost my virginity to.” You say nonchalantly.

“Wow, you have quite the life.” he jokes.

“How much do you know,” you ask quietly.

“That you were safe and never in danger I never dug deep it felt too invasive, so I just made sure you had no police record and any stray cameras that caught you on their feed disappeared or turned elsewhere.” He says with equal quietness.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile as you hold his hand.

“You know that if things do go array tonight call Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-hope, or Namjoon. Their numbers are already saved in your phone.” His voice leaves no room for questions.

“I can handle myself if you haven’t already noticed,” you smirk at him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Is that what this tough girl act is?” he raises a brow at me.

“That plus to see if I can scare any dates off. If they can’t handle the little things then what would happen if I came home covered in blood and he needed to stitch up my bullet wound?” His hands tighten around yours and you roll your eyes at his inner protectiveness come out. Ah, men and their primal instincts.

After a couple of minutes, the car slows down and you look at each other.

“May the best scammer win and the loser suffer,” you smirk at him before opening the car door and glide into the casino looking like a single woman looking for a good time.

[lilyvandersteen]

Happy Accidents

I started this story for a fandom friend who has her birthday in October, but as usual I’m so slow that I’m posting this weeks too late... So I’m going to dedicate this to all the October Gleeks. Here’s a fluffy coffee shop AU for you. Enjoy!

Prompt: Blaine, who is going to the same coffee shop every morning, at the same time for his morning fuel, is confused. At the coffee shop, he often sees the same faces - of the other regulars. There is one particular face he looks forward to seeing though, but Blaine is just not sure if the face belongs to one or two men (twins). Kurt has shared custody of his kid. The weeks when he is dad he dresses one way, the other weeks he is more sharply dressed.

“A Venti Freshly Brewed Coffee for… Blaine?”

Blaine looked away from the gorgeous man he’d been admiring the profile of and hastened to the counter for his drink. “Thank you, Carmen!”

Carmen looked surprised that he’d made the effort to check her name tag and address her by her name, but as soon as it sank in, she beamed at him and wished him a good day.

“Same to you, Carmen!”

Blaine smiled at her and turned around, nearly bumping into Mr. Gorgeous. “Oops, sorry!”

Oh, would you look at those eyes!

“No harm done,” Mr Gorgeous chuckled. “And even if it had, what I’m wearing is stain-proof.”

He pointed to his black windbreaker and dark blue jeans.

“True,” Blaine answered absently, trying not to ogle the man too much – wow, he was stunning!

The man chuckled again, winked at him and moved out of his way.

Blaine looked over his shoulder, noting that the back view was just as nice. He took a sip of his coffee, checked his watch and then hurried to his dance class.

The beautiful stranger stayed on his mind the entire day, and he could only hope he’d see him again at Starbucks.

Luck was on his side. The next day, while he was queuing for his daily caffeine fix, Mr. Gorgeous came in, talking on the phone and seeming rather frazzled. He gestured wildly as he argued with whoever was on the line with him, and his face fell as he took in the long queue.

“Yes?” asked the barista. It was Blaine’s turn to order.

“A Grande White Chocolate Mocha please. Oh… Actually, make that two.”

“Name?”

“Blaine.”

“Coming right up. That’ll be8.90 please.”

Blaine handed the cashier ten dollars and told him to keep the change, and then moved aside to wait for his order to be made. Mr. Gorgeous was getting more and more agitated. Things were clearly not going his way.

“Two Grande White Chocolate Mochas for… Blaine?”

“That’s me! Thank you, Carmen!”

Carmen beamed at him and put both drinks in a carry tray before he could even ask.

Blaine turned around and saw Mr. Gorgeous stalk out of the coffee shop with long strides, his expression murderous.

Oh no, don’t disappear on me now!

Blaine hurried after Mr. Gorgeous, and tapped him on the shoulder.

“What?!” the man snapped.

“You look like you could really use some caffeine, so I got you this,” Blaine said, handing him the mocha. “I hope it makes your day at least a little better.”

Mr. Gorgeous gaped at him, and Blaine, who now felt a bit embarrassed about his impulsive action, waved awkwardly and sped off.

The next days, he didn’t spot his crush anywhere near the coffee shop.

He probably switched to another one to avoid stalkers like you, Anderson. What weirdo would buy a coffee for someone he’s only spoken to once?

On Friday, though, the man was back. Thankfully, he didn’t notice Blaine, who slinked away with his coffee as fast as he could.

During the weekend, Blaine stayed in, writing essays, rehearsing the dance moves he’d learnt that week and practising a Shakespeare skit with two classmates.

By Monday, he was craving coffee, but he was running late, so he flat-out ran to the coffee shop to get his fix before his dance class.

“Watch it!” a panicky voice warned him, and he just barely dodged the man and the two beverages he was holding as far away from his clothes as he could.

Wait a second, wasn’t that Mr Gorgeous?

He stopped short and turned around, eyes wide. No, surely that couldn’t be the guy from last week? This man was wearing a gorgeous Marc Jacobs jacket, a shimmery grey waistcoat underneath, pinstriped pants from Gucci’s new collection, Saint Laurent boots and a Hermès scarf. He looked like he’d just stepped out of Vogue magazine.

Mr Gorgeous, in spite of his lovely tush and beautiful eyes, would look like a slob next to this man. But they definitely looked alike.

Brothers? Twins?

The man seemed amused by Blaine’s open-mouthed admiration, and winked at him before turning around and walking away.

Blaine stared after him for a minute, and then he remembered the time, yelped and sprinted to school, seeing as he was now more than fashionably late. No time for coffee. That would have to wait until after his dance class.

The following days, Blaine saw the fashionably dressed guy every time he went to Starbucks. He started calling him Mr Top Model in his head, and every day, he drank in the sight of him greedily. The man had the same voice as Mr Gorgeous, high and clear, and always ordered two drinks. One for him and one for his partner? Blaine didn’t know, and it bugged him. He did notice, though, that neither of the two drinks was Venti-sized, as Mr Gorgeous’ coffee order was.

Hmm… Probably twins, then.

Tina came to visit him for the weekend. They went shopping, and on Saturday night, they went clubbing. Blaine almost choked on his drink when he noticed Mr Top Model on the dance floor with two women, twirling them around and giggling when they jokingly grinded against him.

“He’s hot!” Tina whispered in Blaine’s ear, and that startled him so much that he spilled half of his drink on his shirt.

Tina took the glass from his hand. “You should go and dance with him. Go!”

Blaine bit his lip. “But he’s here with them!”

Tina shrugged. “So? Show him your moves!”

Blaine slid off his bar stool and headed towards the dance floor, never once losing sight of Mr Top Model, but he was out of luck. Just when he’d reached the guy and was opening his mouth to ask him to dance, one of the women tugged at the man’s sleeve and shouted, “Let’s go home. I’m tired, and these shoes are killing me.”

She grabbed Mr Top Model’s hand and tugged him away, yelling, “Santana! Come on, let’s go!”

They passed Blaine, and the man noticed him, raised his eyebrows and then smiled.

Blaine automatically smiled back, in spite of his disappointment, and drooped off to Tina.

“They were leaving. Want to go home too?”

Tina frowned. “What? No! We’ve only just arrived. We haven’t even danced yet! Come on, you’re dancing with me!”

Sunday passed in a haze of tiredness, and by the time Blaine had seen Tina off at the train station, he was dragging his feet and in dire need of some caffeine, so he headed to his usual coffee shop.

Carmen smiled at him as she handed him his drink. “Rough day?”

“Hmm… Nothing coffee can’t fix. Thank you, Carmen!”

He turned around quickly to hurry back to his dorm and get some schoolwork done, but was stopped by someone putting his hands on his arms. “Careful, there. Watch where you’re going.”

It was Mr Top Model, and he’d almost bumped into him again.

“Sorry!” Blaine squeaked, and he ran off, mortified.

Behind him, he heard the man chuckle.

The next week, he saw hide nor hair of Mr Top Model, but Mr Gorgeous had turned up again, smiling at Blaine whenever he saw him, and Blaine happily basked in those smiles and tried to work up the courage to talk to him.

That Saturday, the weather was so uncommonly sunny for an autumn day that Blaine just couldn’t stay cooped up inside. He made himself a picnic and headed to Central Park, his guitar on his back, looking for a nice sunny spot to sit.

He’d just finished eating and was putting the lids on the containers again and stacking them in his bag when something hit his back.

“Oomph…”

“Oh my goodness, sorry!!”

The voice sounded familiar, and yes, when he turned around, he saw Mr Gorgeous, who was now reprimanding a baby that had the same gorgeous glasz eyes and the same glare as his daddy.

“I’m so sorry,” Mr Gorgeous said to Blaine, hunkering down to pick up the wooden block the child had thrown away. “He’s a bit frustrated that the blocks don’t fit everywhere. Not very patient. He gets that from me. Though I’ve gotten a little better at controlling my temper, over the years.”

Mr Gorgeous helped his son fit the triangular block into the shape sorter. The baby shook the container and giggled when he heard it rattle.

“You like that, huh?” Mr Gorgeous said. “You’d rather make music than puzzles, would you?”

The baby rattled the toy again and let out a string of nonsense syllables, perfectly mimicking Mr Gorgeous’ intonation.

“I can help with that, if you like,” Blaine offered, taking his guitar. “Do you like Disney songs, little man?”

“Trevor,” Mr Gorgeous supplied. “And my name’s Kurt.”

Blaine stuck out his hand to shake. “Blaine.”

“Nice to meet you, Blaine,” Kurt beamed. “Well, formally, that is. And thank you for that mocha you bought me the other day, I really needed that!”

Blaine shrugged. “I figured you might not have the time to queue for a drink, and not getting any coffee in the morning is cruel and unusual punishment in my book.”

“Too true,” Kurt sighed. “Kiwi from the day care centre called that day to tell me Trevor was ill, and could I please come and pick him up? But I had urgent work to do, and I knew I wouldn’t get it done while caring for a sick baby, so I called my ex, but he just told me it was my week to look after him and hung up, ugh! And when I called him again, he wouldn’t even take up the phone. Probably in bed with his flavour of the week. So I had to go fetch my son after all, and take him to the office with me. Thankfully, Beth from Accounting and Kaja from Legal were in the coffee corner when I arrived, and offered to help look after him, so we took turns, and I got some work done anyway. I caught Trevor’s stomach bug, though. Hard not to when he pukes all over you. I was sick like a dog for two days.”

Blaine grimaced in sympathy, and Kurt’s eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sorry. That was totally TMI. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Blaine laughed. “Relax, it’s okay. I’ve heard plenty of barf stories from friends, though usually, they’re talking about hangovers.”

Kurt gave him a piercing look. “You’re a student?”

Blaine nodded. “Majoring in Musical Theatre and Music Therapy at NYU. This is my last year.”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. “A double major, huh? Wow! I started out as a Musical Theatre student too, minoring in Costume Design. But I also worked as an intern for Vogue dot com, and my immediate boss stumbled across my sketchbook with clothes designs one day and told me I was really talented and needed to take this further. She pulled a few strings and got me a job as a junior designer at Marc Jacobs when I graduated, and I’ve never looked back. I love it there. And I hope to become a big name designer myself one day.”

Blaine looked at Kurt’s plain windbreaker and jeans. “I’d never have guessed you were a designer.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, I’m not going to wear designer clothing on days that I’m looking after Trevor. I learnt that fast enough. He ruined a one-of-a-kind Hermès scarf by barfing on it when he was only one day old. So then I bought myself more practical clothing. I still get to wear the designer pieces in the weeks that Adam looks after Trevor.”

“So it IS you!” Blaine blurted out. “I didn’t know… I thought you were twins. One fashionable and one… well… not.”

Kurt threw his head back and laughed. “No. There’s only me. Dressing more plainly during the weeks that I have Trevor, and letting my fashionista shine through the rest of the time.”

Blaine nodded. “That makes sense.”

One of his guitar strings pinged without him touching it, and when he looked down, he saw that Trevor had crawled over to him and was banging his fist on the guitar once more, and then listening intently to the sound that produced.

“You want me to play you a song, Trevor?” Blaine asked.

Kurt scooped Trevor up to sit on his lap as Blaine played song after song. Trevor clapped his hands delightedly and sang along in his very own way, until his eyes drooped and he fell asleep.

Blaine laid his guitar next to him and took a container of tangerines out of his bag. “Want one?”

They chatted companionably while peeling and eating their tangerines, and Blaine was struck dumb when the thought flashed through his head that this was the best date he’d ever been on. Only, this wasn’t a date, now was it? They’d just met here by chance…

He looked up from the tangerine he’d just peeled and found Kurt watching him with a quizzical look on his face. Oh, right, I completely failed to keep up my end of the conversation.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kurt asked.

“I was just thinking this feels like a date,” Blaine answered truthfully.

Kurt’s eyebrows flew up, but then his mouth curved up into a shy smile. “It does. Though… Most people don’t bring their children on dates.”

“Their loss,” Blaine quipped. “If it wasn’t for Trevor, we would never have started talking. He’s a good wingman.”

After they’d both eaten their fill, Blaine put the container in his bag again and plopped down on his belly, his chin on his arms, content to bask in the sunlight and drink in the lovely sight of Kurt and his son. He dozed off like that, and only woke up when he felt someone tug on his hair.

He hummed questioningly, unsure for a moment as to where he was, and opened one eye. It all came back to him when he saw the baby in front of him. Trevor was studying Blaine’s curly hair with fascination, tugging at a curl and watching it spring up again.

“Trevor!” Kurt chided him, but Blaine laughed and said that he didn’t mind his hair being played with.

“How old is he, anyway?”

“Nine months. And I’m 24, in case you were wondering.”

“That’s young to be a dad,” Blaine mused.

“Tell me about it. My fault for marrying an older man, I suppose.”

Blaine didn’t really know what to say to that, and dropped his eyes to Trevor, who was still contentedly playing with Blaine’s hair.

How much older was Kurt’s ex? And did he always prefer older men? If he did, there was no way he’d ever want Blaine.

“Hey…”

Blaine looked up again.

“I was joking! Adam is only three years older than I am.”

“Still young to be having children,” Blaine said, and Kurt’s face fell for a second, before he managed to paste on a smile again.

“Well, yes. If it had been up to me, I’d have waited longer. But Adam was hell-bent on it, and I didn’t really see how I could refuse.”

Kurt passed a hand over his face and sighed. “It’s the logical next step after marriage, you know. First you move in together, then you get married, then you have kids. And Adam wanted it all with me, and he didn’t want to wait. Maybe he felt, somehow, that we weren’t going to last. That we were growing apart already, and he wanted to fix it with a child.”

Kurt snorted. “Silly, really. Having a baby is one of the toughest tests of a marriage there is. It’s not all love and sunshine. It’s sleepless nights and worries and messes to clean up. And Adam was always away auditioning and I was always the one who had to look after Trevor. Then he would come home when Trevor was finally asleep and ask what dinner I had prepared, and start fondling me ‘cause he wanted sex. And I would be exhausted and snap at him. Yeah, no, our marriage didn’t last long after that. The divorce was finalised a month ago, and I moved here. We have shared custody. Only difference is: I look after Trevor myself, the weeks I have him. Adam just foists him off on his mother, who’s staying with him for the time being, ‘cause he can’t imagine taking care of a baby himself. Why he ever wanted one in first place, then, I can’t fathom.”

It sounded bitter, and made Blaine feel rather uncomfortable.

“Sorry…” Kurt said. “Bitching about your ex is another no-no on dates, isn’t it? I’m not doing so well, then.”

Blaine shook his head. “No, no. It’s still fresh, I get it. And maybe you don’t have many people you can talk to about this.”

Kurt huffed out a laugh. “Well, my dad will listen, but he’ll only say ‘I told you so’ afterwards. Same with my best friend. They both told me NOT to marry so young and NOT to have a kid just yet.”

Blaine hummed in understanding. “Well, it’s a pity it didn’t work out with Adam, but you can’t really regret this cutie, now, can you?”

Blaine bopped Trevor on the nose, and the baby grinned at him and started babbling again.

“No… I don’t regret having Trevor, but it IS hard looking after him on my own. Mind you, I’m used to it by now. It’s not like Adam ever helped out much. But it’s draining. The weeks that he’s with me, I get hardly any sleep, and seeing as I work from home those days, I’ve got no-one to talk to. I suppose I could get a babysitter and go out once in a while, but I don’t like leaving Trevor behind with a stranger. When he’s older, maybe, but now it’s still too early, for me. So I just go out in the weeks that Adam has Trevor.”

Blaine hummed again. “So…”

“So?”

“So if I wanted us to have another date…”

“Best schedule it in a Trevor-free week,” Kurt said, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.

“Hmm, and if I wanted to see Trevor again too?”

Kurt’s eyebrows went up. “You do?”

Blaine grinned at him. “Yep. You could come over for dinner? Or I could bring dinner to you if it’s too much hassle to tote along Trevor’s stuff?”

Kurt smiled from ear to ear. “No need to bring anything but yourself. I love to cook.”

[artificialqueens]

The Parent Trap (Biadore) [Chapter 2] - Henny

A/N: Hello, Dolls! I’m so happy with all of the positive feedback I’m getting from this story. I’m superduper overwhelmed! Anyway, I don’t know how you’ll take this chapter because it is currently 3:10AM as I write this. So, please enjoy my sleep-deprived and coffee-induced writing.

P.S Do you like my new line breaks? HAHAHA

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Portia woke up with someone poking her side. She grumbled a bit before burying her face further into her backpack which was pressed against the window. She started to doze off again, but the persistent finger or the person attached to it, rather continued to poke her ribs harshly. Portia’s hand suddenly grasped the stranger’s tightly, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“Stop it or I will cut you, Bitch.” She whispered threateningly to the stranger. She let go of the hand and will probably never put a face to it during the whole two weeks.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually scared off Nick. He’s literally twice your size.” A new voice said. Portia opened one eye and looked at the girl in front of her. Well, the two minutes of not knowing whose finger it was was good while it lasted.

“That was a guy? Man, he had the most feminine hands! I thought I was holding a rose or something.” The girl laughed at her comment, and that made Portia very happy. The girl, name still unknown, reminded her of Bendelacreme with her looks and mannerisms. And, not to mention, the super upbeat tempo while she speaks.

“I like you. I’m Taffy.” The girl introduced herself, a hand reaching out to Portia.

“What kind of name is Taffy? Were your parents like high or something?” She blurted out. Porsche! She can almost hear her Dad’s disapproving tone which is kind of hypocritical, if you think about it: Adore is as shady as Bianca AND he was probably high when he named her.

Because of her mouth, usually, other people would leave Portia and never talk to her again, but Taffy stayed; she also laughed! Again.

“No, silly. It’s short for Taffeta!” Taffy giggled and bopped her nose. Good, Lord.

“Isn’t that like a fabric or something? Your parents named you after a roll of fabric.” At this point, Portia wasn’t in control of what left her mouth. She felt kinda bad, but at the same time felt the need to say it.

“Noo… It means delicate.” Taffy moved her body in a way, as if to say she was, in fact “delicate”.

“Bitch, I don’t know about you, but you’ll always be a roll of fabric to me.” Portia shrugged and the girl shoved her shoulder playfully.

“Okay, okay. Laugh all you want, but I still don’t know your name.”

“Portia.”

“Damn, okay. I don’t know how to make fun of that.” Taffy sighed in defeat. Portia laughed and felt that she was going to like Taffy and it was definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They continued to talk about whatever they could talk about, mostly the people in the bus. Portia definitely did not humor Taffy when she asked to play I Spy for the nth time.

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“Miss Haylock? We’re here.” Nerissa rolled her eyes and pulled out one of the earbuds stuck in her ears. She jumped out of the car and stretched a bit, taking in the atmosphere of the place in front of her. Music camp, huh. Who would’ve thought her dad would allow her?

“Cut the crap, Uncle Shane! You don’t have to go all formal escort on me.” She said as she walked to where her godfather was, and helped him retrieve her bags.

“You know, your dad says you’re an angel, but you’re a little monster, aren’t you? Not even a thank you, tsk tsk tsk” Shane teased as he carried her duffle bag out of the trunk. Nerissa watched as her uncle moved her bags from the trunk to the pavement.

“Well, I learned from the best. Heh. For what it’s worth, for a twink, you’re pretty darn strong.” She smiled in mock sweetness at the older man whose eyes widened.

“Where did you learn that word?” Shane asked, panicked, bending down to meet the girl eye-to-eye.

“What? Twink?” Nerissa repeated, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“Yes, and don’t repeat it. EVER.” Shane was shaking her now with his hands slowly gripping her shoulders tighter.

“Hmmm… When I was “sleeping”, I overheard your conversation with– who’s Dan? Or should I say Daddy?”  She was full on smirking now as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ughhhh! Roy’s gonna kill me!” Shane threw his head back in despair and the little girl only laughed in delight. Shane regained his composure before he stared into her eyes with his own eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He asked and she smiles, pleased.

“Hundred, please. Also, I need new pointe shoes. Hmm… I wonder how I’ll get my new shoes now…” She sighed loudly, her green eyes still holding Shane’s stare as he grabbed his wallet to grab a hundred dollar bill. Nerissa opened up her palm to accept the cash, choosing to ignore Shane’s angry mumbling.

“Now about my shoes…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you new ones. Roy knows it, right?” Shane asked, no anger in his voice anymore because he truly loves the girl and can’t stay mad at her for a long time.

“Duh! Thanks, Uncle Shane. Love you!” She beamed at the man. Shane rolled his eyes, but kissed her forehead still, whispering a quick “I love you” against her hair. He was about to enter his car when he saw that Nerissa was no longer smiling, but rather frowning with her eyes trained to the ground. He rushed to her side.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Little Duck?” He asked, cupping the girl’s cheek gently to face him. His heart broke when he saw teary green eyes look back at him. “Oh, Sweetheart.” Shane cooed as he pushed a few of Nerissa’s hair away from her face to wipe her tears. He brought the girl into his arms and rubbed her back affectionately, trying to mimic Roy’s movements in comforting the girl.

“What if nobody likes me? And– and nobody wants to be my friend?” Nerissa sobbed which only made Shane’s heart break even more. Sometimes, he forgets that Nerissa was also part Danny and she can’t always put on a brave face like Roy does.

“Then it’s their lost because they’d be missing out! Besides if they don’t want to be your friend then why do you want to become their friend? They’re clearly not worth it, Babe. Unless they gonna pay your bills, pay them bitches no mind.” That brought out a small giggle from the girl which made Shane smile in relief.

“And, remember what I taught you? The one my good friend taught me?– I wish you could meet her, you’d love her.” He asked, the little girl still wrapped in his arms.

“Mhmmm” Nerissa nodded, the twinkle of happiness starting to return in her eyes.

“If they’re mean to you, what do you say?” Shane asked. Nerissa straightened her posture and squared her small shoulders.

“Beat it, Queen!” She said sassily. Shane laughed and hugged his goddaughter tighter. After exchanging quick goodbyes, he rushed back to the car and took another glance at Nerissa who blew him a kiss and waved him goodbye.

“Go get ‘em, Princess!” He exclaimed as he, too blew her a kiss and started his long ass fuck drive back to New York City.

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“WELCOME GIRLS AND BOYS!” The banner greeted them. Portia wrinkled her nose at the stench of sweat and mud. She adjusted her bag up her shoulder and started to walk to the bulletin board.

“Porsche! What bunk are you in? Are we together” Taffy asked as she pulled her suitcase behind her.

“I haven’t checked. I just got my bag from that dog pile over there.” She shrugged and pointed towards a pile of duffle bags near the busses.

“Oh, shit.” Taffy cursed in shock, eyes widening at the amount of kids trying to retrieve their stuff as Portia read the listings.

“Noriega–Noriega–Nor– Here we go: Noriega, Portia. I’m in Strings Cabin!” Portia informed Taffy who bustled over to read the list.

“Michaels, Taffeta… Strings! YESSS!” The girls cheered as they tried to move against the hundreds of teenagers in the place.

“HEY! HEY! Give that back!” Portia heard a little boy’s voice shriek and her head instantly snapped to where the voice called out. She saw a little boy, probably three years younger, jump up and down to reach his bag from the grasp of…oh, Nicholas and his minions. She smirked.

“Portia, don’t! Not now, please?” Taffy begged, knowing what Portia was already planning to do

“This is just going to be quick.” Portia answered as she approached the scene of the crime.

“Hey, dickhead! Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s the first day, for Christ’s sake.” She crossed her arms as she stood in front of the group of boys. That got Nick’s attention, he dropped the bag and approached Portia who didn’t bat an eye.

“Do you really want to go there?” He threatened, getting close to her face.

“Yeah, I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hit me with your girly hands?” Portia snorted and could hear Nick’s friends trying to hold their laughter as the man himself looked taken aback.

“They agree."

“What are you talking about?” Nick asked furiously, throwing a quick glare to his minions to shut them up.

“I’m talking about how your mom’s ‘special’ hand lotion seems to be working well for you.”

“Yo– I–She do–”

“Does she realize that her son’s probably using her stuff to get smoother hands than she does?” She arched an eyebrow at him. His mouth gaped open and close until he huffed and walked away. She smiled victoriously as she walked back to her group of friends.

“Woah, Momma!” Taffy cheered and Portia took a bow before laughing loudly.

“How were you not scared?” The boy she saved from earlier asked, still tensed.

“Oh, I was, trust me. But, like my favorite Drag Queen always said: Never let a Bitch see you sweat.”

A/N This chapter made no sense, but it was fun to write! Ooh. I also plan to add links of the previous chapters below my fics from now on to give you an easier time to catch up with it, if ever. HIHIHIHI bye!

Previous chapters! Prologue | Chapter One

[multifandom-hoes]

Not That Easy

Member: Jin // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: Why did it seem so easy at the start, but as he got to know her, he never wanted to let go?

A/N: Let’s all take a moment to thank @kawaii-hedgehog for giving me the scenarios for this series. I will be tagging her in the following six, as well. *low-key nervous to not mess up too much while writing these cause the idea is absolutely brilliant*

Words: 2k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

It was not hard to fall for the man named Kim SeokJin; in fact, it was so easy that you could write it off for phenomenal.

With his silk, soft brown hair, big doe eyes that were the colour of melted chocolate, full pink lips that are inviting you so much…

Indeed, falling for Kim SeokJin was easy.

“Hey, Jin!” yelled the low voice of Kim NamJoon from their meeting room. “Remember I told you about that rich man’s daughter?”

With a small tilt of his head SeokJin stood up from his couch and walked over to the meeting room. “What about her?”

“We found out where she works.” NamJoon answered while flicking through a large stack of papers. “Some little café in the outskirts of GwangJu-gu.” Finally finding the file that he needed, the man full of authority slammed the papers on the desk in front of SeokJin, documents and pictures spilling in every direction. “Give us a couple of days’ maximum and you’ll have your forged ID. Though, I would appreciate it if you’d get this job done quickly. We need the money a.s.a.p.” NamJoon’s voice, for once, was not the of the usual joking demeanour, having lost all of his youth and instead being replaced by the grave voice of Rap Monster- an infamous man with a high rank in the underground circles.

Softly, SeokJin’s fingers raked over the frayed edge of the lone photo that flew near him, grasping the image of her that managed to get in his arm’s reach.

Her shining smile, as she served her customers, and a timid hand to her chest while slightly bending over- her personality was crystal clear. She’s an idiot. “Seems easy enough.” SeokJin sighed, already bored of his job. Scanning the photo for the last time he lets it go and the picture was sent t fly to the ground in small swirls.

I was right, after all. Were the thought in SeokJin’s head after two consecutive days of coming to the café. She really is an idiot. And clumsy, at that. He heaved a deep sigh before settling his face into a well-practiced smile as he saw her approaching his table to take his order.

Her voice was soft when she spoke, and the older man hated the fact that it had managed to get under his skin, warming his ice-cold heart; only a little, though. He dared not say so otherwise. “Would you like to order, Sir?” in his eyes she looked ethereal, near blinding with her innocent smile.

Is this the woman SeokJin was to seduce?

“A cup of coffee and your famous cheesecake, please.” He answered gently, sending her a dazzling smile.

With a bow of her she turned to step back to the kitchen, but was stopped immediately by the surprisingly strong from the male. Her smile wavered for a second as she turned back to face him again. “Is there anything else?”

SeokJin’s mind blanked as her eyes enveloped his tall frame. “Um… Not to be a creep or anything, but I’d rather you’d drop the formalities.” He let out an awkward smile.

Oh God, this was the most common step with women who worked in a restaurant, café, coffee shop, whatever, and he managed to mess up his ace card; because of her?

“Just call me SeokJin, instead.” His smile froze on his face as he realized his grave mistake.

Fuck.

“You did what?!” NamJoon’s astonished voice proclaimed in the living room, and the television was turned off immediately. The leader raked his hands in his hair as he sighed in frustration, his eyes still angered, but more so astonished; the eldest of the gang never made such major mistakes, heck he didn’t even make any minor mistakes.

Kim SeokJin was the God of Seduction with no mistakes; he was the perfect man every girl admired and longed after. So who the fuck was she, then?

“We don’t have the time to look for another rich gall, Jin. Just get her wrapped around your finger and take her here, we need that money, for fuck’s sake!” NamJoon yelled, though not in anger, and definitely not towards SeokJin.

He was tired and frustrated at his stupidity. He could not even protect his youngest member, and now he had to go through terrible sleep deprived nights as he thought of the possible outcomes that might happen to JungKook if they didn’t get the money in a few more weeks.

SeokJin huffed and gnawed at his lip. The reveal of his name wasn’t even that big of a deal to him- what concerned him the most was the weird attraction he felt towards that little girl.

He needed to get laid.

Days passed, and SeokJin’s attraction only grew, as well as the deadline until the money were supposed to be handed; it snaked closer and closer. His nerves stood on high-end, and he had to control himself real bad to not rip the poor girl apart. In his mind, she was everything that caused his distress.

However, he had to abandon that train of thoughts as he came face to face with her, this day being their first date. “Try and guess where we’re going today?”

Her small lips puckered in thought as she tip-toed, obviously trying to hide her awkwardness due to the air surrounding them. Yes, this was one thing that even Kim SeokJin could not over-come- the first date awkwardness.

“Somewhere nice to eat?” her gentle voice said, sending his heart wrenching.

Wrong. Oh God how wrong she was. He was an asshole, but Jeon JungKook was more worth it.

Right…?

“You know me too well at this point!” he laughed merrily, awkwardly snaking his hand into hers and gripping her fingers with his sweaty palm.

He had done this so many times, just take her to the base and the job’s finished! What’s wrong with you, you idiot?!

“I’d also like to take you somewhere special. I want you to meet a couple of my friends.” As he informed her of his future plan, he saw her pupils waver in suspicion, and her nimble fingers grabbed at his more tightly, but she soon let off.

“Oh… Is that so?”

“Don’t worry. Those people are like brothers to me. We spent a lot of our teenage years all together.” He had forgot his dark mood for a second, before JungKook’s beaten face flooded his mind again. “Though… Our youngest friend is in some trouble right now, so you won’t… You won’t be able to meet him today, sorry.”

From the corner of his eyes he saw her mouth form a small `o` and he had let his face relax at her concerned appearance. “Is it something serious? I could help!” SeokJin expected her to be like this, but the only way to help JungKook was…

I want you to give me a million dollars, Sweetheart. Would you be able to do that? Doubt it.

“It’s okay. He should be okay soon, anyway. Everything’s going to be solved soon. Don’t worry so much.” He faked a cheerful grin that hid his pain from having to do this, and instead he ruffled her soft hair. “Everything’s going to be okay.” He said for the sake of keeping himself calm; this sentence reminded him of why he was doing this in the first place.

She gasped as the water was poured over her head, waking her up from the painful and uncomfortable slumber that she fell into. “So now that you’re awake, say a couple of words to your daddy. Make it sound as if you’re in shitloads of pain, or we’ll have to make you feel it for real. Your choice.” An unfamiliar man with bleached blonde hair spoke to her, his face only a sinister mask from his grimace.

“NamJoon, don’t be like that.” The familiar voice of Kim SeokJin gushed from even further, and the tied-up girl snapped her eyes up with shock and hurt.

“Jin?” her voice wavered with emotion as she tried to make out anything beyond the man with an angry face. She couldn’t though, since it was too dark further on in the room.

However, she had a great hearing, so she was certain that after mentioning the nickname there was a sharp inhale of air.

“What is going on?”

“You’re being traded for money, Honey. Now oblige and you’ll be able to walk the streets again. Hurry.” NamJoon was getting impatient, prodding at the camera on the tripod.

“Were you lying to me, SeokJin?” her hurt voice asked again, tears spilling over the brim of her eyes. “So everything you told me about this JungKook person… Is he not even real?” from the corner of her eye she saw the blonde man stiffen, and then look behind him in pure shock.

“Sweetheart, listen.” SeokJin murmured softly, feeling a horrible pang in his own chest. “Jeon JeongGuk is the most real man walking on earth, but he’s in heaps of trouble, just as I told you. We need money to get him out of it.”

“Jin, what the fuck are you even doing?!” NamJoon bellowed, stepping aside and facing the elder head on. “Revealing your own fucking name, and then the youngest… Why don’t you just fucking go to the police; might as well spill your entire illegal history!”

Ignoring the yelling, the girl continued speaking. “You knew from what kind of family I was from. You could have just asked for some money.”

The banter stopped and the bleached man snorted. “Huh? You’re funny? You mean you can just go up to your father and ask him for a million dollars?” NamJoon was in fury as he spoke, and SeokJin was quick to interpret it as the worst sign ever.

Shielding the young woman away from his furious leader, SeokJin looked down at her teary face, swollen and red. She still looked beautiful. “Just do what we say and you’ll be fine.” Showing compassion in this kind of situation was bullshit, so he got his act together. “Say you need help, yell in pain and we’re gonna put on some threats. That’s all.”

She winced at his harsh words, and her tears were being held down by her throat as she shuddered in the cold seat. Through her messy actions, he could still make out a soft nod of her head. “So, I guess this is goodbye.”

As SeokJin turned away his fists clenched. “We’re doing this for a good cause; JungKook is a brother.”

“It was a short moment of pure tranquility, but I felt loved, for once.”

Her words clenched at his heart, and he felt his own eyes water. “After this is done, continue living.”

“Yah! Jin, are you going there, again?!” HoSeok’s cheerful voice yelled as SeokJin was slowly putting his shoes on.

“Do you have a problem with that, Hobi?” SeokJin chuckled, though it was a heavy and heartbreaking sight as his eye-bags became more and more apparent by day.

“Hyung, can I go with?” JungKook carefully asked, already expecting the negative answer.

“You can’t.” SeokJin close to snapped, his eyes wild at the prospect at getting her involved with his life for even a second more.

“But why?” JungKook’s whines were a popular measure to paralyze SeokJin, but not when it came to her. No whining and pouting from JungKook was good enough to convince SeokJin to allow them to meet.

“You can’t.” and with that- the eldest left.

Walking the familiar streets to her work place- this has become a routine of certain kind. Not stalking, though. Definitely not stalking. He refused to believe that he was slowly becoming one. He simply loved her and wanted to see how she’s doing. That’s all there was to it.

Though as he passed the café and saw the woman smiling at her boyfriend with the happiest expression, his heart shattered everytime. It was a painful sight, he was to admit. But he loved her. He needed to see her.

Funny how he told her to continue living, meanwhile here he was, contemplating how good it would have been if time would move backwards.

[imagining-supernatural]

Avenging Angel: Part 15

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1535

Warnings: None

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 -- Part 9 -- Part 10 -- Part 11 -- Part 12 -- Part 13 -- Part 14

“Hi, daddy.”

Your father winced when he tried to smile. “Honey bear. You came!”

“Of course I did.” You looked around at the tubes and wires attaching your father to monitors. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to give you a real hug.”

Leaning over the railing on the bed, you carefully wrapped your arms around him as much as possible. Tears sprang to your eyes at the thought that you could only touch your dad after he’d just been attacked. Otherwise, your conversations had a thick pane of glass between you two.

“Did he come with you?”

You pulled back with furrowed brows. “Who?”

“That Covington you’ve been seeing. I’ve seen it on the news a few times.” His dark brown eyes locked onto yours intensely. “He’s dangerous, Y/N. You need to break it off.”

You knew that. But you also needed to know more. So you lied to your father, knowing that it was the only way he would let the issue drop. “He’s not a bad man. I love him.”

“Sweetie, you don’t know the Covingtons. You’re better off as far from them as possible.”

“And you know them? How?”

His expression closed off and you stifled a groan. He wasn’t going to tell you. “If you insist on staying with that boy, watch your back.”

*****

*****

“So the attacker comes up from behind you,” Sam narrated while he did just that. His arm came around your neck, pretending to choke you. “What do you do?”

“Bitch, please. I’ve seen Miss Congeniality,” you muttered, moving to elbow him in the solar plexus and stomp on his instep.

Sam and Dean knew how to fight, so you asked them to teach you some moves. After what happened, you figured that it would be best if you knew how to defend yourself a little. So now the motel beds were against a wall and everything was moved out of the way. Dean left a few hours prior to check up on a few loose ends in their own lives, leaving self-defense teacher-duty to Sam.

“Not bad. But shifters are quick to recover so you have to have more than a few moves in mind. If you start running away and they aren’t out of the game, it won’t be long before they have you in another position like—“

Before you could blink, Sam had you across the room with your back against the wall, arms above your head with your wrists held in one of his hands, his other arm firmly across your neck, and his feet between yours.

“So what do you do in this situation?”

You struggled against his hold for a moment, trying to find any weak spots. Your arms were out of the question: his hold on your wrists was like steel. And the arm across your throat made it impossible to headbutt him. With his legs between yours, kneeing him in the groin wasn’t an option. You tried wrapping your leg around his and pushing his knee inward, but he anticipated that movement and didn’t let it loosen his grip.

“I can’t do it, Sam,” you groaned.

“Think, Y/N.” His eyes bore into yours. “In this situation, you’re gonna be desperate. You’re gonna be scared. That makes you do crazy things that might actually work.”

“Sam, I’m a computer nerd. My type of crazy is that time I hacked into the FBI database because I was bored and I wanted to see if I could. Which I did. But I don’t know how to do this physical fighting stuff.”

His pressed closer, the arm across your neck actually starting to cut off your air supply. “So when Braxton decides he’s had enough of your games and actually does try to kill you, you’re gonna beg him to go easy on you because you sit behind a screen all day? That’s weak. C’mon, Y/N.”

You weren’t weak. Weak people didn’t survive two days on a freezing mountain. Weak people didn’t pretend to be in love with a socioopath for a year just for information. Weak people would have given up on your mission long before now.

You weren’t weak.

Narrowing your eyes, you thought through the situation again. A moment later, you figured that you had nothing to lose.

With your limited movement, you managed to jump up just enough to wrap your legs around Sam’s thighs. The unexpected shift of your weight had him stumbling forward a step and the grip on your wrists loosened just enough for you to twist your hands around and grab ahold of his wrist. Once you had a firm grip, you jerked his arm to the side and, with his compromised balance, his body twisted enough for him to fall over, taking you with him until you both landed on the floor.

“Oh my god! I did it!” You pushed off of Sam’s chest so you were only straddling his thighs and raised your arms in the air victoriously as a rush of excitement coursed through your body.

He grinned up at you and propped himself up on his elbows. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“But I am. You should have seen me in PE in high school. I spent more time in the nurse’s office than in class.”

Sam sat up, bringing the two of you within inches of each other. He reached behind you, resting a hand on your back for support, but all that his touch seemed to do was short-circuit your nerves. “But I bet you kicked ass in the classroom, right?”

How was it that when Sam was pressed against your body pretending to be an attacker that you could focus completely, but as soon as the tension from that was gone, being this close seemed to destroy all of your words? You’d spent so many nights tangled with this man, for crying out loud, and he’d never affected you this way!

“As far as transcripts go, I kicked ass everywhere. I actually hacked into the school records and changed my grade in PE to an A.”

At that, Sam chuckled, his torso swaying towards you slightly.

You knew it was probably not the best idea. There were a dozen reasons you should just stand up and walk away. But after your self-defense achievement, you were still on a high and it didn’t take much to dip your head and cover Sam’s lips with yours.

The few seconds it took for Sam to react seemed to stretch out. It was like a slow-motion explosion scene. A spark lit the veins in your lips, and that detonation spread a fire racing throughout your body. Then Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and the world seemed to combust in that moment.

This was real. You weren’t playing some game to get more out of Sam. And he wasn’t trying to manipulate information out of you either.

This was the kind of kiss that you dreamt of. Hands tangled in hair, fingers digging into skin, heady, needy gasps between kisses.

Then Sam’s phone rang and you broke the kiss with ragged breaths. The phone rang two more times, but neither of you moved. “You should probably get that,” you whispered. “It could be Dean.”

Sam nodded shallowly, and you climbed off of him so he could go get his phone off the table. “Hey, Dean.”

While Sam talked to his brother, you scooted back until you were sitting against the wall. That kiss was… something else. It was definitely something that you wanted to happen again, but you weren’t sure if it was the best idea. Doing anything to keep your feelings platonic seemed like the best option at the moment. There was enough drama in your life without adding to it.

“Uh-huh,” Sam muttered slowly. “Sure. Just let me tell Y/N before—“

In the blink of an eye, there was suddenly two more men in the room and you nearly screamed.

“—they show up…” Sam sighed. “Nevermind.”

“Hello, Sam,” the newcomer in the trenchcoat greeted formally, and Sam hung up on Dean. Deciding that you’d much rather be on the same level as everyone else, you stood up on shaky legs.

“Cas. This is Y/N. Y/N, meet Cas and Crowley.”

You couldn’t move. Teleportation was an actual thing? It wasn’t just sci-fi? Well, if shifters were real, then you supposed teleportation wasn’t too far away.

“What are they?” you asked cautiously. Anxiety started building up at the thought of adding someone else to your already complicated life.

“I am an angel of the Lord,” the trench-coated man answered in a no-nonsense voice.

“And I’m the King of Hell.” The accent surprised you more than the title. Or maybe you were just processing things in the wrong order due to shock. “Lovely to meet you, Y/N. Squirrel has told me very little about you.”

“Sam?” you called with wide eyes.

He hurried over and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Cas is a friend, Y/N. And Crowley…”

“I’m like family,” The stocky King of Hell supplied when Sam faltered for an explanation.

Sam was quick to throw that explanation out. “No, he’s not.”

Part 16 of Avenging Angel

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Medieval AU

Uniting the Kingdoms

“Barry, can you please come talk to us?”

“No!  I can’t believe you didn’t even ask me first!”  Barry was seething, sitting in his bed, just glaring at his wall.  His parents, King Arin and Queen Suzy of Grumptopia, had just told him they had arranged a wedding between him and the prince of Steam Haven.  Something about strengthening the alliance between their countries.  And that was fine.  He probably wouldn’t have been mad if they had at least asked him.  He was an even tempered guy most of the time.  

The door opened, and Barry turned, ready to start shouting.  “Hey, calm down, it’s just me.”  Brian walked across the small room.  Brian was a retired castle guard, now the palace messenger and a pretty nice guy once you got past his steely exterior.

“Oh… Hey Brian.”  Barry sighed, wrapped up in all his blankets, mostly hidden.

“I know you’re upset and frustrated right now.  And I heard you yelling.”  Brian perched himself on the edge of the bed.  “If you need to talk, you’ve got me and the cats.  I know they like you.”

Barry nodded, sighing.  “I should find Mimi…”

Brian chuckled softly, patting Barry’s shoulder.  Where he assumed Barry’s shoulder was through the blankets, anyway.  “Alright.  You should really talk to your parents though.  They’re worried.”

“Maybe later,” he mumbled into the sheets, covering his head.  “Right now I kinda just want to be mad until it burns out.”

“Alright, that’s fine.  Don’t let yourself stew too long.”  Brian grunted as he stood back up, muttering something about being too old for this shit.  He smiled faintly as he left Barry’s room, nearly running into Arin.  “Christ man, trying to stalk your kid?  I hope you know he’s pretty ticked.”

Arin gave him a look.  “Brian, come on.  You know I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“That’s not the issue.  I know you didn’t mean to.  It’s not a bad move on your end.  Things have admittedly been… strained with the residents of Steam Haven.  But this is your son.  He’s not a pawn you can use when tension is high.  You have two days until Queen Holly and King Dan arrive with their son.  I recommend you fix ties with the young prince before then.”  Brian glanced towards the door.  “Though you should let him cool off awhile.”

“Right… You’re dismissed, Brian.”

Brian bowed before retreating to his room, a few halls away.  Arin sighed, running a hand through his hair.  He loved his son, of course he did.  Admittedly, it wasn’t the best move on his end.  He was friends with Dan from the neighboring kingdom, as both of them were their respective country’s rulers.  Their sons seemed like a match from what Arin had heard about the other young prince.  From what Arin knew, Ross was a kind and sensitive young man, if a little rough around the edges.  

He needed the two to get along.  There was a rift between the residents of the kingdoms, and Arin feared war may break out.  He sighed, quietly entering Barry’s room.  “Son..”

“Why didn’t you talk to me first?”

Arin was shocked at the tone.  Barry didn’t sound mad, didn’t sound sad, just sounded… hurt.  “You have to understand.  This is a move that could protect thousands.”

“I do understand!”  Barry got up to face Arin.  “That’s the problem.  I’m 17 now.  I understand what’s happening, why this has to happen.  I don’t care that you’re marrying me off to some guy I’ve never met!  I don’t care that you think this is the only possible way.  I do care that you and mom didn’t even say ‘oh, just so you know, we’re arranging a marriage for you whether you want this or not’.  I care that I had to hear from a messenger, not my own goddamn parents!”  Barry squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath.  He wasn’t going to cry, wasn’t going to admit how deep the hurt was.  He held up a hand when Arin started to speak.  “Look, I’m not… I’m not mad.  I’m frustrated, yes.  But who wouldn’t be?  I know I’m not quite an adult yet.  But I’m not incompetent.”

“I know.”  Arin smiled a little, brushing Barry’s hair from his face.  “You really are like your mother sometimes.  I’m so sorry we didn’t consult you.  You’re one of the smartest young men I’ve ever met.  I promise I’ll consult you next time I arrange a marriage for you.”  He laughed at Barry’s appalled look.  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.  Sorry.”

Barry huffed, trying not to smile.  “You’re the worst.”

“Can’t deny that.”  Arin chuckled.  “But I promise it’ll be okay.  And when I have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Never…”  Barry sighed, allowing himself to smile.  “I suppose you’re right.  This guy can’t be that bad right?”

Wrong.

Okay, maybe not “wrong”, but Ross was nothing like what Barry had expected.  He was loud and brash and seemed to have absolutely no filter.  When he had arrived from Steam Haven with King Dan and Queen Holly, Barry had gone to greet them with his parents.  He definitely hadn’t been hiding behind Suzy.  Totally not.  

Ross was admittedly kinda cute.  He had the most vibrant blue eyes Barry had ever seen.  Almost like Brian’s, but less like they were staring into your soul.  When Ross introduced himself to Barry, he had seemed charming and charismatic.  Barry was sure he had been more awkward and shy than he ever had been.

He was told to show Ross around the castle, and he was tempted to ask if Brian could do it.  He wasn’t spoiled.  He swore he wasn’t.  He was just terrified.  He begrudgingly agreed, Ross at his heels as he showed him around.  “So… Guess we’re getting married then, huh?”

Ross laughed.  “Apparently.  Guess being a prince is being sent to marry someone you’ve never met.”  Ross was flipping through a book, not even paying attention.  “Like, I have no idea how our parents think this is gonna solve anything.”

Barry bent down to pick up Mimi, who had padded out of the kitchen.  “I mean, unity?  I- I think.”  He sighed, cradling Mimi in his arms.  “I don’t know.  I trust my dad though.  He said this should ease the tension between our kingdoms.”

Ross looked up, smiling a little when he saw the cat.  “I doubt it.  Can I pet your cat?”

“Oh, um, okay.  Her name is Mimi and she’s a sweetheart.”  He let Ross pet her, feeling the mass of fur in his arms purr sweetly.

“She’s cute.”  Ross smiled as he gently pet her.  “I love cats.”

“They’re the best.  They’re quiet and don’t have expectations and just want you to love them, you know?”  Barry sighed, fur on his shirt from Mimi’s shedding.

“My apologies…. Again.”  Brian cleared his throat.

There was a long pause, Ross petting Mimi as Barry watched silently.  “Hey Barry, I was just-” Brian cut himself off when he noticed Ross.  “Oh, uh, Prince Ross!”  Brian bowed, and it took everything Barry had to not laugh.  “It is an honor to be in your presence.”

Ross laughed.  “No need for formalities.  Really.  It’s not necessary.”  

Brian cleared his throat, standing up fully.  “Oh, yes.  It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

“You’re like, twice my age.  You really don't have to… y’know, bow and call me sir and that kind of thing.  Makes me feel weird.”

Barry grinned.  “What did you need to tell me?”

“Oh, I was doing my normal inspection of the rounds and noticed some owls roosting in one of the trees near your room, probably within view.  I just thought you’d like to know.”  He gave a small bow before retreating.

“So who was that?”  Ross looked over to Barry.

“Brian, he’s a retired guard and a messenger.  And a close friend of mine.”

“Really?  He’s so much older than you, though.”

Barry shrugged.  “Yeah, well, I don’t get out much.  He’s one of the only people who isn’t one of my parents and treats me like a person.  He’s a good guy.”  He kissed Mimi’s head before setting her back down and brushing off his shirt.  “Anyway, do you want to see where you’ll be staying?”

“Uh, yeah, okay!”  Ross nodded before letting Barry lead him down a few halls. 

“Your room is actually across from mine, so I guess that’s nice.”  Barry shrugged.

“You guess?  Is that an insult?”

Barry’s cheeks flushed when he saw Ross smirking at him, making him look away quickly.  “No!  I didn’t mean for it- It was- I didn’t-”

“Woah, calm down.  I was just teasin’.”  Ross bumped Barry’s shoulder with his own, chuckling softly.  “I know you didn’t mean anything bad.  You’re way too sweet for that kind of thing, aren’t you?”

“I- I guess?”  Barry was blushing impossibly darker, staring at the floor to try and hide it.  “A-anyway!  This is your room.”  He swallowed, smiling shyly as he pushed the door open to a well lit room with a large bed and not much else.  There was a bouquet of roses on the dresser, a mixture of different colors.  “The flowers are a gift to you from our gardens.”

Ross smiled, stepping into the room and setting his book down on the bed.  “This is nice.  Thank you.”  He took Barry’s hand, pressing a light kiss to his knuckles.

“Oh gosh,” Barry mumbled softly, covering his blushing face.  He giggled softly, smiling a little.

Ross flashed him a flirty wink.  “We should get to know each other, shouldn’t we?”  He grinned, letting go of Barry’s hand.  

“I… Suppose you’re right.”  Barry laughed a little, feeling kind of bashful.

“So, what’s your favorite room here?  I can get used to my room tonight.”  Ross rocked on his heels, a grin on his face that made Barry’s heart flutter.

“Well, I usually spend a lot of time in the library.  There’s a few chess sets in there if you’re interested?”

“Yeah, sure!  Just so you know, I’m pretty good.  I’ve beaten my dad a bunch of times.”  He nudged Barry with a grin.

Barry laughed, playfully shoving Ross’s arm.  “Yeah?  Well I’ve been playing against Brian for years, and he’s the smartest guy I know!”  He crossed his arms in a playfully challenging stance.

“Oh, you’re on.”  He let Barry lead him to the library, letting out an impressed whistle.  “This is nice!”  He looked around at the bookshelves, smiling.

“Good afternoon Vernon!”  Barry greeted one of the servants with a smile.  “This is Prince Ross, my… fiancé?  That’s the term?”  He looked over at Ross, who nodded in affirmation.  “Yeah, fiancé.”

Vernon smiled, setting down a stack of books to extend a hand to Ross.  “Wonderful to meet you!  If you need any help in here, I’m your guy.”

Ross grinned, shaking his hand.  “Nice to meet you too.”

Vernon picked up the stack of books again.  “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to attend to, but again, great to meet you Prince Ross, nice to see you as always, Barry!”

Barry waved as Vernon disappeared into the shelves.  “Vernon’s a good guy.  Mostly works here, but he helps out in the kitchen sometimes.”

Ross nodded.  “You’re so polite to the staff, huh?”

“Well of course I am.”  He led Ross to a table where a checkerboard and chess set were set up.  “I mean, they do help out so much.”

Ross sat across from him, shrugging.  “Aren’t they lower class though?”

“I guess?  I mean, I’ve never really thought about class that much.  It’s just not important.”  Barry inspected the board a moment.  “Your move.” “I can see where you’re coming from… It’s a bigger deal over in my kingdom…”  He moved a chess piece.  “We have a couple of servants, but I don’t think any of them have even looked me in the eyes…”

Barry frowned.  “Have you ever approached them?  How long have they been around?”  He slid a piece across the board.

“I mean, some of them have been there since my dad became king.  He married my mom… 25 years ago, I think.”  He hummed, thinking.  “And I don’t think I’ve really tried too hard.  It’s strange.”

“You should try.  Sometimes the most unique and interesting people come from where you least expect it!  The servants here have a lot of life experience and tell the best stories.”  Barry grinned as he knocked over one of Ross’s chess pieces.

“What about you?”

Barry quirked an eyebrow.  “What about me?”

Ross smiled at him.  “What about you.  What kind of stuff do you like, what do you do?  If I’m going to be a good husband, I’ve gotta know the guy I’m marrying.”

“Oh.”  He smiled sweetly.  “Well, I do some art sometimes.  My dad and I used to draw together all the time!  I also like to read.  And I really like animals.  That’s why Brian told me about the owls nesting.  He keeps an eye out for animals on the grounds for me.”

Ross smiled, taking one of Barry’s pieces.  “Yeah?  I love animals.  My mom actually has a bird habitat on our grounds.”  He pushed his bangs out of his face.  “And I draw too.”

“That’s so awesome.”  Barry leaned his cheek on his hand, scanning the board again before making his move.  “What kind of stuff do you draw?”

“All kinds of stuff.  Anything that inspires me, really.  I’ll probably have a few sketches of you before the week’s out.”

“O-oh.  Really?”  He smiled sweetly.

“Course!  You’re adorable and soft and sweet.  Perfect model.”  He grinned.  “Oh, and also, check.”  He smirked.

“What?  How?”  Barry inspected the board.  “Damn, okay.”  He poked his tongue out of his mouth, mind racing as he worked up a strategy.

“Course!  You’re adorable and soft and sweet.  Perfect model.”  He grinned.  “Oh, and also, check.”  He smirked.

“What?  How?”  Barry inspected the board.  “Damn, okay.”  He poked his tongue out of his mouth, mind racing as he worked up a strategy.

her.  “Hi Queen Suzy.”  He smiled.  “I’ve been playing chess with Barry!”

“I can see that.”  She smiled amusedly.  “Barry, your father asked me to come find you two for dinner.  We need to discuss wedding plans.”

“Oh, of course.”  He stood up with a smile.  “I totally beat you, Ross.”

Ross gasped, standing up.  “How dare you.  You totally cheated on that second game.”

“Lies.”  Barry grinned.  “You just didn’t have a strategy, and you failed.”  He nudged Ross with a laugh.  “That’s your fault.”

“You cheating is far from my fault.”  Ross made a face at him.

“I’m not a cheater.”  Barry playfully stuck out his tongue.

“I’m still better than you, and you know it.”  

“Okay, fine, sure.”  He laughed again, following Suzy into the dining room.  “I’m taller.”

“Meaningless.”  He swatted Barry’s arm with a giggle.  “Also rude.”

“It was a fact!”  He and Barry sat down, still bickering, though it was clearly intended to be playful.

Suzy sat down next to Arin.  “I think they’re getting along well.”

“Oh good.”  Arin smiled.  “I know how apprehensive Barry was, and it’s good to see them getting along.”

Dan smiled, sitting across the table from Arin and Suzy.  “Ross was pretty worried too, not that he’d admit it.”  He looked over at the arguing boys, chuckling softly.  “I think this just might work out.”

Holly smiled softly, quietly clearing her throat to get Ross and Barry’s attention.  “Boys, I think it’s time to talk.”

“I’m a good listener,” Barry offered.

Ross quietly stepped into the room, shaking slightly.  “H-hey… I’m sorry to wake you.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”  He yawned widely.  “Is something wrong?”

“I had a nightmare… I know it’s stupid and childish, but can I sleep in here with you?”  He looked so nervous and upset, and it broke his heart.

“Of course you can.”  Barry scooted over on the bed, pulling up the blankets.

Ross clambered into the bed, half tucked into Barry’s side.  “I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t apologize.  Happens to the best of us.”  He smiled gently, pulling the blankets up to cover both of them.  “Do you want to talk about it, or just get some rest?”

Ross laid down, gripping Barry’s shirt, just to try to calm himself down.  “I don’t know, I mean, it wasn’t actually that bad… It just freaked me out.”

Ross sighed.  “It was me and you, and it was our wedding.  But everything sounded so… distorted and weird.  And I couldn’t see your face and it was covered in shadows.  Everything was.  I felt like I was drowning and there were eyes everywhere.”  He shuddered.

Barry wrapped his arms around Ross, holding him close.  “It’s alright.  You’re safe here, and my face isn’t shadows.”

“Thank you.”  Ross pressed his cheek into Barry’s chest.  They fell quiet, the only sound crickets outside.  

A gentle hooting broke into the quiet, and Barry quickly got up.  “Come here,” he whispered, moving over to the window.  He sat on the chair by the window and pushed it open, the cool night breeze spreading through the room.  As Ross crossed the room, Barry pressed a finger to his lips, pointing at the tree a few feet away from the window.  A large nest was resting between two branches, and an owl was sitting in the nest, maybe on a few eggs.  After a few moments, another owl landed on a branch.

Barry patted Ross’s head, lightly running a hand through his hair.  “We gotta get up.  We have to do things today.”  He sat up straight, catching Ross when he nearly fell.  “Careful, there.”

Barry grinned at Ross, who was wide eyed as he sat on the arm of the chair.  “I’ve never seen owls up close before,” he whispered.  “They’re incredible…”

The two owls hooted as they sat in the nest together, one of them clicking its beak.  Barry and Ross sat and watched the birds for hours, the sun starting to come up.  Ross was slumped against Barry, head on his shoulder as he snored softly, Barry’s head tucked against Ross’s chest as he slept.  

They both jolted awake when the door opened, Ross falling off the arm of the chair and right into Barry’s lap.  Barry flinched, scrubbing at his eyes with his fists.  “Ugh… What’s going on?”

“Well, I was coming in to wake the two of you.”  Brian’s voice cut through the sleepy fog in Barry’s head.  

Ross pressed his face into Barry’s neck, groaning.  “Noooo… I’m sleepy.”

Barry patted Ross’s head, lightly running a hand through his hair.  “We gotta get up.  We have to do things today.”  He sat up straight, catching Ross when he nearly fell.  “Careful, there.”

Ross sat up on Barry’s lap, rubbing his eyes sleepily.  “Okay, okay.  I still don’t wanna get up.”

“Fair enough.  But if you get up now, maybe we can help out in the kitchen.”

Ross grunted as he stood up, running a hand through his messy hair.  “I’m up, I’m up.”  He stretched, watching Barry stand up.  A light blush appeared on his cheeks when Barry stretched, his shirt riding up ever so slightly.  He looked away quickly as Barry tugged his shirt back down and looked at him.

“You don’t have to be so bashful around me!”  Barry giggled, nudging Ross lightly.  He grinned when Ross blushed darker, mumbling something under his breath.  They’d gotten on pretty even ground, Barry less shy, Ross a little more nervous.  He really did like Barry, but was worried about changing Barry’s mind from some screw up.  Or something.

The wedding came far too fast for either of them.  Before they could blink, it was just an hour before the big event, and the kingdom was gathering, some from Steam Haven even making the journey.  Arin was in with Barry as he got ready and stressed out.  Mostly the latter.  “What if I screw something up?”

“Kiddo, you won’t screw up.  It’s understandable that you’re nervous, but you can’t let it overwhelm you.”

“That’s what I do, dad!  I get overwhelmed and I fuck up and I-”

“Hey.”  Arin cut him off.  “Language.”  At Barry’s raised eyebrow, he laughed.  “Yes, I do realize how hypocritical that is.  Have a seat, though.  I want to tell you a story.”  Barry sat down in a small chair, his small, band-like crown sitting precariously on his head.  Arin rolled his eyes affectionately, adjusting it.  “When I was just a little older than you were, I was told that I was going to marry a woman who was the daughter of one of my father’s court members.  Much like you, I was furious.  I was much more outspoken than you were, ranting and raging.  Just two weeks before the wedding, I met the girl.”

“Mom?”  Barry looked up at him.

“Exactly.  Your mother.  Now, Suzy is the most strong-willed person I know, something you very much get from her.  She was- is- the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I was head over heels for her immediately.  She and I spent those weeks getting to know each other, and when it came time for the wedding, I froze.  I had been expecting to be ticked, but there I was, excited to be married to someone I hadn’t even known a month.  And I think you’re in the same position as I was.”  He smiled when Barry looked away.  “And you know what?  That’s okay.  And I’m happy for you.”

Barry smiled slightly, looking down at the floor.  “Thanks, dad.”

There was a light knock on the door, and Holly came in with a small smile.  “Hey, I just wanted to come in and see how Barry’s holding up.  Ross is… a little nervous.”

Arin smiled over at her.  “Barry is too.”

Barry stood up, instinctively bowing to Holly.  “Hello ma’am.”

Holly giggled softly.  “No need for that.”  She smiled sweetly.  “You can behave normally around me.”  She started talking to Arin about the ceremony, leaving Barry to sit quietly, deep in thought. 

Was he in love with Ross?  He really liked him, but he’d only known the guy a week and a half.  This wasn’t about love though.  It was about unity, something far beyond Ross and Barry.  It really wasn’t about them.  Barry had often thought about love and marriage as something beyond his reach.  He was, after all, of royal blood.  And marriage of royals was about extending kingdoms, about extending the family for future generations.  Love was something only the lower class was really allowed.  Higher classes had to grow into it, or just not think about it.  His parents were lucky, Ross’s parents were lucky.  He could only hope they would have the same luck.  

Barry was pulled from his thoughts at Arin’s hand on his shoulder.  “It’s time.”

Barry sighed, standing.  He nervously tapped his fingers against his thigh as he followed Arin and Holly out.  He met up with Ross outside the hall where they were to be wed.  Ross smiled nervously at him.  “Hey.  You look great.”

Barry smiled shyly.  “Thanks.  So do you.”

There was a long stretch of silence that followed, filled with a horrible kind of tension.  Both were uncertain of what to do and what to say, how to break the anxiety.  Ross took it upon himself to end it when they were alone, grabbing Barry’s face and kissing him briefly.  Barry was shocked to the point that he couldn’t react, frozen.  “Wh- what was that for?”  Well, almost couldn’t react.  

“I, uh, I just thought… Well, a wedding is no place for a first kiss.  So I just figured… Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”  Barry smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Could we try that again?  Now that I’m expecting it, I mean.”

“Oh!  Yeah, yeah, of course.”  Ross gently took Barry’s face in his hands, pulling him into a slow and sweet kiss, one that Barry was quick to reciprocate.  Barry was a bit shorter than Ross, his head tilted up ever so slightly to make it easier for their lips to press together.  As kisses went, it was innocent, maybe experimental, but enough to leave them both breathless as they pulled apart.  

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”  Ross laughed softly.  “Ready for this?”

“I think so.”  They turned to the doors that would open any moment, holding hands tightly.

“Introducing Prince Ross of Steam Haven and Prince Barry of Grumptopia!”  The doors opened, and they walked down the aisle as trumpets played.  Barry’s face flushed as it did when he was nervous, so he held Ross’s hand a little tighter.  

Everything seemed to go by faster than Barry could keep up with, and before he knew it, the ceremony was coming to a close with him and Ross exchanging rings.  It was more of a symbolic gesture, but some kind of joy was twisting in Barry’s chest as Ross slid the ring onto his finger.  He caught Ross flashing him a wide smile, and that was all it took to get Barry’s heart to stop racing.  Time slowed, an odd parallel to just moments before, Barry’s frenzied mind slowing to an odd sense of calm.

They kissed, again, usually a purely symbolic gesture, but Barry felt the same feeling in his chest, making him want to stay like this all day, just kissing Ross, ignoring the outside world.  He finally had to pull back from the kiss, a smile on his face as Ross grinned back, cheeks flushed a soft pink.  For a moment, nothing else existed, just the two of them in a bubble that blocked out the rest of the world.  

They were snapped back into reality at Dan’s voice congratulating them.  Ross laughed, softly thanking him as he finally broke eye contact with Barry.

There was a grand celebration, keeping Ross and Barry apart for most of the day.  Finally, around sunset, Barry found Ross on one of the castle’s balconies.  “Hello your majesty,” Barry said softly as he moved to stand beside him.

Ross laughed, his hand finding Barry’s, music playing faintly from somewhere deep in the castle.  “It’s been one hell of a day, hm?”

“Something like that.  We’re married, we kissed for the first time...“

“Yeah.”  A long silence followed, but it was comfortable.  Ross felt Barry’s hand hold his tighter as a breeze blew through the rapidly approaching night.

“Ross?”  Barry waited for the slight nod of Ross’s head.  “I think I love you.”

Ross turned his head with a small smile.  “I think I love you too.”  They kissed softly, pressed close together, hands still linked together.

For a relationship that started with such hesitation, things had worked out rather nicely.